A Canadian Moose Hunt 



" So good swamp," said Chabot sadly that 

 night as he crawled into his tent. 



The next day we pitched a rough camp on 

 a hogback between two barren plains, about 

 five miles from our main camp. It rained hard 

 as soon as we got the tent up, and we watched 

 a runway at the foot of the hill until dark and 

 then turned in. 



The next morning it rained so heavily that 

 we lay in our tent, four of us, until about 1 1 

 A. M., when it slacked up a little. My diary 

 says, " No fire and little breakfast." Before 

 this " little breakfast " was finished we heard a 

 moose call close by. Seizing our rifles, we 

 started with Chabot to stalk him. The brevity 

 of a diary is sometimes eloquent. Mine says, 

 "Walked from 12 m. to 4.30 p. m. through the 

 bush. Didn't hear that moose again." 



The latter hour found us back in camp to 

 get breakfast, when our other guide, Jocko, 

 who had gone to the main camp for food, 

 came back in great excitement, having found 

 some fresh signs close at hand. Breakfast 

 was dropped and again we started. We got 

 back just after dark from that trip and ate — 

 for the first time that day — some cold par- 

 tridge and pork. 



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