Many a tranquil hour has been beguiled, in the long evenings and when the storm has beaten upon the hut, in fashioning these garments with artistic taste, learned of the Indians.
A flexible cap, often of rich fur, covers his head, and moccasins, upon which all the resources of barbaric embroidery have been expended, cover his feet.
His rifle is borne on his left shoulder.

His powder horn and bullet pouch hang under his right arm.

In his bullet pouch he also carries spare flints, steel and various odds and ends.

Beneath the broad belt which encircles his waist there is a large butcher knife in a sheath of buffalo hide.

There is a whetstone in a buckskin case made fast to the belt, and also a small hatchet or tomahawk.
Thus accoutred, our young hunter and trapper sets out in search of the most lonely ravine which he can find among the mountains.