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made considerable noise, anyway, and poked my head 
into a biisli, and tried to burrow nnder the snow. This 
lasted some time ; but hearing nothing more, and not 
finding myself killed, my courage returned ; I took out 
my head, and slowly crawled up the bank. Peering 
carefully over the edge, I saw a stump where the old 
woman had been crouching, burnt at the top, with some 
snow on it; there was a dead bush and roots at the 
bottom, wdiile a little further off lay a quantity of dead 
birch bark, waving about in the wind. ' Abe,' said I 
to myself, ' you have been an awful fool to take a fired 
stump, a little snow, and some birch bark for a ghost. 
Never do so again.' And I never have, and have never 
been so scared from that day to this." 
After a hearty laugh at Abraham's fright, Eobert was 
called upon, and responded as follows : 
" I cannot tell you a ghost story, but one of as scared 
a man as ever was seen. It happened at this very place, 
too, when we were camped on this spot, and was brought 
to my mind by what you were reading to-day of the man 
hunting a grizzly bear, and leaving off because the track 
got too fresh. Jim Baker was with us. He had lived 
most of his life in the settlements, and had only just 
come among us, but could play the fiddle and sing 
a song, and must have had a good ear for music, for 
among the first things he did was to learn to call moose. 
He was uncommonly proud of the performance, and 
though he had never seen a moose, promised to keep the 
camp in meat. "Well, he kept calling all the time, and 
sure enough one day, while we were camped here, a buU 
answered. 
