50 RECENT HUNTING TRIPS. 



something to eat, and the sun had just set, 

 George proposed that we should paddle up to 

 the head of the lake and try a call. 



We were nearing the end of the lake, and 

 George had laid down his paddle, and was 

 about to raise his birch bark trumpet to his 

 lips, when we heard a low grunt in the forest 

 behind us. " That's a bull," whispered George ; 

 *' he's coming down to the lake." We turned 

 the canoe round as quickly as possible, and 

 almost immediately heard a slight rustling 

 amongst the spruce trees, and then saw a cow 

 moose preceded by a calf, walk out into the 

 lake until they stood knee-deep in the water. 



I felt terribly disappointed, but George again 

 whispered, " It was a bull that grunted, look out, 

 he'll be close behind the cow," and almost as 

 he spoke, a great bull moose, the broad palms 

 of whose antlers I at once noted, came into 

 view. 



He was but an average specimen of his 

 race, but standing well out in the lake with 

 head turned towards the gorgeous glow in the 

 western sky, and with the dark spruce wood 



