48 Reminiscences of 



A few years ago a friend of mine, Captain Barker, 

 while running his steamer across a lake, observed a 

 large bull swimming ahead for the shore, upon which 

 he ran his boat up, and skilfully threw a noosed 

 rope over the bull's horns, and conducted him to 

 the shore, where, after some manoeuvring, he man- 

 aged to secure the end of the rope to a tree, and held 

 the moose there for several days. He indicated a 

 very fierce disposition, refusing to eat, and charging to 

 the end of his reach any who approached his vicinity. 

 After a few days' captivity he was released by cutting 

 his rope with a knife fastened to a long pole, and 

 the moose went off with his head-works adorned 

 with a dangling tie of doubtful comeliness. 



As I was engaged one morning on my first trip 

 to the lakes attending alone a few set lines, I was 

 startled in looking up to see three deer standing not 

 far from me on the ice, but presently, after satisfy- 

 ing their curiosity, they trotted off into the woods 

 below me. After my success with the moose, I was 

 excited for a chase after the deer, as the snow was 

 favorable, and leaving my lines I returned to camp 

 a mile distant, when, securing my gun, hatchet, and 

 a pocketful of lunch, I started back alone for the 

 trail. No one was at camp but the cook, whom I 

 told to mention to my comrades that I was off on a 

 hunt, and to have no anxiety if I did not return at 

 night. I returned to the trail from the lake, and 

 followed the deer. 



The days were then short, and the deer had travelled 

 better than I expected they would, and it was near 

 dark before I came near enough to get in a shot, 

 which was harmless, while they were moving on with 



