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hunter, and a most excellent fellow in every 

 way, and his nephew Joe, who was almost a 

 full-blooded Indian, a very good tempered 

 willing servant, and a wonderful joacker, for, 

 although only fourteen years of age, he thought 

 nothing of carrying a load of eighty pounds. 



I must confess that during my two days' 

 stay at Mattawa I was somewhat taken aback 

 by the number of hunting parties constantly 

 arriving there from various parts of the United 

 States and Canada, all intent on securing that 

 much-coveted trophy, a fine moose head. How- 

 ever, I reflected that the country in which all 

 these eager sportsmen, I among them, were 

 about to hunt, was very vast, and covered 

 entirely, except for its rivers and lakes, with 

 forests of a densit}^ which must be seen to be 

 tmderstood, and concluded that there were 

 probably enough bull moose in these primeval 

 solitudes for all of us, if we could only find 

 them. 



A three hours' journey by rail brought us to 

 the south-western shore of Lake Kippe\\'a, 

 where we embarked on a fine steamer— the 



