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moose were numerous. About nine o'clock 

 at night we heard an animal crossing the 

 river. 



Whilst Mr. Sheldon and I were pulling on our 

 boots, Louis went out to reconnoitre, and came 

 running back to say that there was a bull moose 

 coming across the river. We went back with 

 him immediately, but the bull had then 

 returned to the further bank. We could see 

 him dimly but did not feel inclined to shoot, as 

 the chances were heavily against any hope of 

 success, and we did not w^ant to risk wounding 

 and not recovering a fine animal. 



On the following day we passed a log cabin 

 in which two trappers named Barr and Crosby 

 had passed the previous winter. 



They had evidently trapped some of the 

 beavers near their cabin and scared the rest 

 away, as, although old signs of these animals 

 were very abundant, no freshly-cut trees were 

 to be seen in the vicinity of the cabin. 



After examining this little trappers' cabin I 

 could not help thinking what a terribly dreary 

 time its two occupants must have passed during 



