thing, with a round head and black eyes. Where do otters live?"

"The Canadian otters, Lady Mary, live in holes in the banks of sedgy,
shallow lakes, mill-ponds, and sheltered creeks. The Indian hunters find
their haunts by tracking their steps in the snow; for an Indian or
Canadian hunter knows the track made by any bird or beast, from the deep
broad print of the bear, to the tiny one of the little shrewmouse, which
is the smallest four-footed beast in this or any other country.

"Indians catch the otter, and many other wild animals, in a sort of trap,
which they call a 'dead-fall.' Wolves are often so trapped, and then shot.
The Indians catch the otter for the sake of its dark shining fur, which is
used by the hatters and furriers. Old Jacob Snowstorm, an old Indian who
lived on the banks of the Rice Lake, used to catch otters; and I have
often listened to him, and laughed at his stories."

"Do, please, nurse, tell me what old Jacob Snow-storm told you about the
otters; I like to hear stories about wild beasts. But what a droll surname
Snow-storm is!"

"Yes, Lady Mary; Indians have very odd names; they are called after all
sorts of strange things. They do not name the children, as we do, soon
after they are born, but wait for some remarkable circumstance, some dream
or accident. Some call them after the first strange animal or bird that
appears to the new-born. Old Snow-storm most likely owed his name to a
heavy fall of snow when he was a baby. I knew a chief named Musk-rat, and
a pretty Indian girl who was named 'Badau'-bun,' or the 'Light of the
Morning.'"

"And what is the Indian name for Old Snow-storm?"