American Big Game in its Haunts 



no game having been seen for seven long weeks. 

 This, with the swarms of gnats and mosquitoes, 

 made time pass heavily. 



Other places proving barren, we finally brought 

 up at Wesnoi Leide, half an hour's row from 

 Ozinka, and found the dog fish just beginning to 

 run up stream, at the head of the bay. Better still, 

 there were fresh bear tracks. 



The wind was favorable, and we stationed our- 

 selves the first evening on a bluff overlooking a 

 long meadow, on the lower part of the stream. 

 Hardly had we sat down, when Vacille said: "If 

 that brown spot on the hillside were not so large, I 

 would take it for a bear." The brown spot 

 promptly walked Into the woods, half a mile away. 

 We were keen enough again, but our watching 

 proved fruitless, as nothing came down on the 

 meadow, showing that there was good fishing well 

 up the stream. 



We rowed back to Ozinka, and left the country 

 undisturbed, determined to get well Into the woods 

 the following night, before the bear came down 

 to feed. 



The next evening we made an early start, and 

 walking up the stream Into the woods found plenty 

 of fresh tracks, and finally halted by some big 

 trees. The men placed themselves on some high 



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