"As to that, I fancy that when I got accustomed to the hardships I should like it more and more; but I would be a trapper on my own hook-- have my own animals and traps, hunt where I chose, and sell my peltries to whom I pleased.  Our old friend had a horse and two mules.  He rode the horse, and the mules served to carry his packs.  He had six traps, which he carried in a leathern bag called his trap-sack.  I was particularly struck by his appearance as he rode up to our cottage.  His costume was a hunting-shirt of dressed buckskin, ornamented with long fringes; pantaloons of the same material, decorated with porcupine-quills hanging down the outside of the leg.  He wore moccasins on his feet, and a flexible felt hat upon his head.  Under his right arm, and suspended from his left shoulder, hung his powder-horn and bullet-pouch, in which he carried balls, flint, and steel His long knife, in a sheath of buffalo, hung from a belt round his waist--made fast to it by a steel chain.  Also, he carried a tomahawk; and slung over his shoulder was his long heavy rifle; while from his neck hung his pipe-holder, garnished with beads and porcupine-quills.