life in conne river 1932

Touching on our second trip furring in november and early december.on this trip if pop was lucky enough to shoot a deer caribou meat would be added to our feast at christmay with the mutton this would make it all the more enjoyable. all the snares and traps would be struck up no matter what kind of weather we had`.pop would carry a shovel with the tip broken off so as not to damage the furs. he knew exactly where the snare was. he would did them all out and strike them up. nothing would be left to destroy any animal. we had to protect out territory.
I like to mention something that happened one time in the early ninteen hundreds. Grandfather chief Noel was going furring [trappind] one september he was roeing his dory on the other shore oppisit what we call chambers just out side milltown it was a nice morning calm. some one took a shot at him with a rifleI believe he said it was mattie king.who lived along the shore at this place about a mile west of milltown. the bullet hit the water just a few feet from him.He stopped roeing to scan the shore for the tell tale sign of smoke but saw none . it was lucky for mattie he did not make the mistake of fireing another shot because grandfather noel would not have missed.Grandfather said mattie must have been watching year after year finally his hatred must have gotten the better of him he brought out his rifle knowing full well only the Micmacs used that route so he knew who he was shooting at.
The next season pop did not take me with him perhaps he figured I was more bother then I was worth. anyway he said next year you wll be a little older. so I spent that fall around home Gilbert and I used to set rabbit snares to try to keep us from getting hungry getting a bit of fire wood taking care of the horse and sheep. we had some hens also but they were starving most of the time. I remember mom used to feed them boiled out tea leaves. but very seldom would we get an egg from them except summer time when they lived mostly on insects.That fall was pretty good for pop again I remember after he got home with his furs a fur buyer came to our house he wanted pop's furs pop sold him some but not all he had to keep some for Bill Collier because only for mr collier he would not have had food to carry in. I remember him payiong pop some money. then he opened his suite case and started trying to get his money back it worked when he left he had all the money he had paid to pop plus a few cents extra. smart guy,dumb indian,