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driving downpour made our walk over the 

 rough forest trail one of no small difficulty. 

 Next day we went to Lambert s camp. 



Some ten miles northeast of Lambert s camp 

 lies a stretch of wild and mountainous coun 

 try, containing many lakes, which has been 

 but seldom visited. A good cabin has been 

 built on one of the lakes. A couple of years 

 ago Lambert went thither, but saw nothing, 

 and Coleman Drayton was there the same 

 summer; Arthur, my guide, visited the cabin 

 last spring to see if it was in repair; otherwise 

 the country had been wholly undisturbed. I 

 determined to make a three days trip to it, 

 with Arthur and Odilon. We were out of meat 

 and I desired to shoot something for the table. 

 My license permitted me to kill one bull moose. 

 It also permitted me to kill two caribou, of 

 either sex; but Lambert felt, and I heartily 

 agreed with him, that no cow ought to be shot. 



We left after breakfast one morning. Be 

 fore we had been gone twenty-five minutes I 

 was able to obtain the wished-for fresh meat. 

 Our course, as usual, lay along a succession of 

 lakes connected by carries, or portages. We 

 were almost at the end of the first portage 

 when we caught a glimpse of a caribou feeding 

 in the thick woods some fifty yards to the 



