The wintry forest, with its two feet of snow covered with ice, contained no terrors for him.

He moved on his snowshoes almost like a skater, and with all the dexterity of an Indian of the far North, who is practically born on such shoes.
As he stood upon the brow of a little hill, elevated upon his snowshoes, he was, indeed, a wonderful figure.

The added height and the white glare from the ice made him tower like a great giant.

He was clad completely in soft, warm deerskin, his hands were gloved in the same material, and the fur cap was drawn tightly about his head and ears.

The slender-barreled rifle lay across his shoulder, and the blanket and deer meat made a light package on his back.