A GREAT BULL MOOSE. 49 



For another week we hunted daily and 

 travelled many a weary mile through the sombre 

 forests to the south of Lake Bois Franc. We 

 happened on many beautiful little lakes and 

 swampy lagoons, in one of which was a small 

 beaver house evidently inhabited, as it had 

 been recently built. Although during this 

 time we came across three moose cows with 

 calves and a young bull with a small head, 

 no broad-antlered monarch of the northern 

 forests ever crossed our path until on the 

 morning of October 9th. 



Early that day we came on the track of a 

 big moose bull soon after leaving camp and 

 followed it for six hours. Then we gave up 

 the pursuit, as judging from certain signs, 

 George declared the great deer to be so far in 

 front of us that there was no chance of 

 overtaking it. Taking a bee line through the 

 forest my trusty guide brought me back to our 

 camp at one end of a beautiful little lake late 

 in the afternoon. It was a most lovely evening 

 so perfectly still that there was not a ripple on 

 the surface of the water, and when we had had 



