CHAPTER VI. 



THE LUCK OF A HUNTER. 

 A BIG MOOSE. 



The morning following the day on whicli I shot 

 the moose, as recorded in the last chapter, broke 

 clear and bright, but soon clouded over, and a 

 bitter wind blew over the snow-covered moun- 

 tains. I started early for the moose, taking 

 Louis wdth me to carry the head back. Close 

 to camp we found the tracks of a wolverine on 

 my yesterday's spoor, and, further on, those 

 of a big bear, which Louis pronounced to be 

 a grizzly. 



The tracks were following mine backwards 

 towards the carcase of the moose, but soon 

 turned off and went down into a thickly wooded 



