A Canadian Moose Hunt 



frantically, but no sound came back. My 

 brother and his man kept it up until late that 

 night, and then came to the camp almost 

 frozen. That incident ruined my faith in call- 

 ing, for every condition of wind and weather 

 was perfect, and Chabot's calling apparently 

 most enticing. 



After this and similar episodes, we left the 

 Kwingwishe country, after hunting it carefully 

 as far north as Sassanega Lake. We passed 

 Sair's Lake and the Bois Franc, and finally 

 reached the Little Beauchene. Near the last 

 lake my brother killed a young bull moose, 

 whose meat was the first fresh food, except 

 partridge, we had had for over three weeks. 

 It was delicious, and we felt the change of 

 diet at once in increased strength and energy. 

 For continuous use moose meat is much 

 superior to other venison, as it is of a rich 

 flavor which does not readily pall on the taste. 

 The myth about moose muffle being such a 

 hunters' delicacy has never allured me to 

 actually eat it, but I suppose a starving man 

 might, after consuming his boots, manage to 

 swallow it. 



There were many fresh signs in the neigh- 

 borhood of the Little Beauchene Lake, but 



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