Hunting in Many Lands 



arrived at Selkirk, at the lower end of Lake 

 Winnipeg, in the latter part of October, to 

 find navigation already closed. We had hoped 

 to reach the upper part of the lake by means 

 of a steamer, but found this impossible, and 

 were therefore obliged to go on sleds to our 

 first hunting ground — a moose country to the 

 south of the head waters of the Fisher River, 

 between Lake Winnipeg and Lake Winni- 

 pegosis. 



At Selkirk we were joined by a Mr. Phil- 

 lips, and we had there employed an Indian boy 

 to look after the dogs. This Indian was a 

 magnificent specimen physically, and certainly 

 the best walker that I have ever known. With 

 the exception of a pardonable fondness for our 

 whisky, he behaved very well at first, but after- 

 ward became so insufferably lazy that he was 

 scarcely fit for the simple work of driving one 

 of the dog teams — a change which was to be 

 attributed entirely to our kind treatment of 

 him. He was, however, a good trailer, but 

 the worst shot that I remember to have met. 

 He seemed to have no difficulty in finding 

 moose, but could not hit them, which was the 

 exact reverse of our experience. 



Portions of the country between Lakes 

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