With Trapper Jim in the North Woods by Lawrence J. Leslie
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for Owen spoke of it.
"What d'ye suppose struck that boy?" he remarked. "Never knew him to volunteer to do a thing before," declared Max. "I should say not," Steve broke in. "Generally speaking, we have to use a stuffed club on Bandy-legs to get him to do anything but eat." Toby chuckled. "Gr-g-great s-s-stunt," he ejaculated, "g-g-got him anxious to t-t-try stewed m-m-m-m--" But that name was really too much for Toby, who had to be satisfied by pointing at the kettle in which Trapper Jim had placed the dismembered musquash. At this the others laughed. They were lounging around in the cabin at the time. A small blaze burned in the big fireplace at the bottom of the wide-throated chimney. "What I want to know," remarked Owen, who had been examining one of the skins stretched on the thin board, "is why they fix these different ways. I've read that some skins are cured with the fur out and others with it in; some split and others dried whole." "Glad you mentioned that," said Jim, looking pleased. "Skins are of all kinds. Some we dry cased, without cutting. I'm going to show you the whole business by degrees, if we're lucky enough--" |
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