Tayoga hasn't the snow shoes now, and he wouldn't use 'em if he had 'em.

He foresaw the possibility of the freeze, and took with him in his pack a pair of heavy moose skin moccasins with the hair on the outside.

They're so rough they do not slip on the ice, especially when they inclose the feet of a runner, so wiry, so agile and so experienced as Tayoga.

Once more I close my eyes and I see his brown figure shooting through the white forest.

He goes even faster than he did when he had on the snow shoes, because whenever he comes to a slope he throws himself back upon his heels and lets himself slide down the ice almost at the speed of a bird darting through the air." "If you're right, Lennox, your red friend is not merely a marvel, but a series of marvels." "I'm right, Will.