This volume was published in 1912.

From the book's Preface:

When in the seventies I turned my back on civilization and
joined the trappers and traders of the Northwest, Thomas
Fox became my friend. We were together in the Indian
camps and trading posts often for months at a time; he
loved to recount his adventures in still earlier days, and
thus it was that I learned the facts of his life. The
stories that he told by the evening camp-fire and before
the comfortable fireplaces of our various posts, on long
winter days, were impressed upon my memory, but to
make sure of them I frequently took notes of the more
important points.

As time passed, I realized more and more how unusual and
interesting his adventures were, and I urged him to write
an account of them. He began with enthusiasm, but soon
tired of the unaccustomed work. Later, however, after
the buffalo had been exterminated and we were settled
on a cattle ranch, where the life was a deadly monotony
compared with that which we had led, I induced him to
take up the narrative once more. Some parts of it he wrote
with infinite detail; other parts consisted only of dates and
a few sentences.

He was destined never to finish the task. An old bullet wound
in his lung had always kept him in poor health, and when, in
the winter of 1885, he contracted pneumonia, the end was
quick. His last request was that I would put his notes in
shape for publication. This I have done to the best of my
ability in my own old age; how well I have done it is for
the reader to judge.

Brave, honest old Ah-ta-to-yi (The Fox), as the Blackfeet
and frontiers-men loved to call him! We buried him on a
high bluff overlooking the valley of the Two Medicine River,
and close up to the foothills of the Rockies, the "backbone-
of-the-world" that he loved so well. After we had filled
in the grave and the others had gone, Pitamakan and I
sat by the new-made mound until the setting sun and the
increasing cold warned us also to descend into the valley.
The old chief was crying as we mounted our horses.
"Although of white skin", he faltered, "the man who lies
there was my brother. I doubt not that I shall soon meet
him in the Sand-hills."

Ah Pun I Lodge
February, 1912

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