Hunting in Many Lands 



them. It was too early in the season to trail 

 them down, as the bulls were traveling con- 

 tinuously in impenetrable swamps, and our 

 best chance was to run across them on the 

 waterways. 



One morning, on a pond we had named 

 " Little Trout Pond," because it looked as 

 though it should have trout in it, but did not; 

 we awoke, after some specially exhausting 

 and disappointing "back pond" expeditions, 

 and found Chabot, one of our two Indian 

 guides, gone. Late in the afternoon he re- 

 turned. He had been seeing the country, and 

 had found a swamp about three miles off full 

 of fresh tracks, " so big moose," and he de- 

 scribed tracks such as must have belonged to 

 the Irish elk. Soon after sunrise on the fol- 

 lowing day we were there. Cold lunch, no 

 dinner and lots of beautiful fresh tracks, one 

 the largest I ever saw. 



We watched motionless all day, saw the sun 

 cross the zenith and sink out of sight, saw 

 the twilight fade away and the moon come 

 up. About midnight we went back to camp, 

 through the woods. Night travel in a forest 

 that you can scarcely get through in the day- 

 time is beyond description. 



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