"Why just 'cross th' first mesh up here, an' through th' bush straight over ye'll come to a lake. Cross that t' where a dead tree hangs out over th' ice. Cut in there an' ye'll see my footin'; foller it over t' th' next lake, then turn right t' th' nuth'ard. The's some meshes in there where th' deer's feedin'. I seen fifteen or twenty, but I didn't want 'em so I let 'em be."
"An' could I make un now in a day?"
"If ye walk sharp an' start early."
"I thinks I'll be startin' in th' mornin' an' campin' over there Sunday, an' Monday I'll be there t' hunt. Can't un come 'long, John?"
"No, I'd like t' go but I got t' see my traps. I'll have t' be leavin' ye now," said Micmac, rising.
"Not t'-night?"
"Yes, it's fine moonlight an' I can make it all right."
"Ye better stay th' night wi' me, John. There'll be no difference in a day."
"No. I planned t' be goin' right back I seen ye. Good evenin'."
"Good evenin', John."