140 SPORT IN NORWAY. 
“ After this I had a long run of bad luck, hunting 
diligently day after day, and very seldom finding 
tracks fresh enough to be worth following, but in 
the last week I was fortunate enough to kill two moose. 
T was then encamped on a little island in the middle of 
St. Mary’s Lake, in the heart of a wild and uninhabited 
part of the province. I roused my sleeping Indians 
before daybreak, and without waiting for breakfast ‘ Old 
Joe’ and I set off for the opposite shore in the little 
leaky ‘dug-out’ with which we had contrived to na- 
vigate the lake. We trudged for some distance through 
thick forest, and before dawn had reached a ‘ barren,’ 
where Joe intended to try the effect of a ‘call.’* After 
some little time the call was answered from a great 
distance. Gradually the sounds became nearer and 
nearer. At last a fine bull moose emerged from the 
forest on the opposite side of the ‘barren.’ He soon 
disappeared again, however, and as Joe’s most ar- 
tistic ‘calls’ could elicit no further reply, our patience 
was at last exhausted, and we judged it best to go 
on and try whether we could not track him. To our 
intense disgust we very soon saw him coming out of a 
hollow in the ‘ barren’ (very much nearer than we had 
supposed him to be), and then trotting off to the woods 
again. Iwas on the point of firing, but Joe wisely 
* The “call” is made of a long roll of birch-bark. They are 
much used in Norway for calling the cattle home in the evenings, 
