122 THE LABRADOR PENINSULA. CHAP. vin. 



'Joseph thinks he heard a inoose call last night, Laronde.' 

 ' He must have dreamt it, sir ; there are no moose in 

 this country : perhaps it was a wolf he heard.' 



' I know the cry of a wolf,' replied Joseph indignantly. 

 ' Besides,' continued Laronde, ' moose don't call at this 

 time of the year. I have often called moose, and killed 

 many a one on the Ottawa and the St. Maurice.' 

 ' How far east have you met with moose ? ' 

 ' I don't believe there 's a moose on this side the 

 Saugeuay. I expect there used to be, but they Ve been 

 killed off.' 



' How do you call moose ? ' asked one, who was a 

 moose hunter himself when opportunity offered, and 

 wished to know what Laronde knew about it. 



Laronde took a piece of birch-bark and rolled it up 

 in the form of a trumpet, and made a noise with it like 

 the deep bellow of a bull. 



His questioner made another little trumpet, and an- 

 swered it with a similar sound. 



' Ah ! ' said Laronde, ' I see you know how to call the 

 moose.' 



The experience which several of the party had enjoyed 

 in moose hunting led to the narration of the following 

 extraordinary instance of success in this wild sport, among 

 others of less striking character. In 1859, an Indian was 

 coming into a large lake, near the Lake of the Woods, 

 with his canoe in search of wild rice. He had no gun 

 with him, only his paddle and a knife ; straight before 

 him he saw three moose swimming across the lake he 

 killed them all. 



He paddled as fast as he could alongside one of them, 



