perhaps you might be out on busi- 

 ness, prospecting or something. Well, 

 so long." 



A thin veil of gloom hung over 

 the camp two mornings later and 

 it was not due to the chilly fact that 

 we had breakfasted by candle light 

 at five o'clock. We were to move 

 camp that day to the spot on 

 Beaver Lake that Bobbie and George 

 had decided was the very heart of 

 moose country. The Tevi, as well 

 as Nimrod and I, had had much 

 experience "jest travellin' " in horse 

 country. We knew its limitations 

 and its possibilities in the matter 

 of transportation of luggage. But 

 not so in canoe country. And un- 

 fortunately, as it proved, Bobbie 

 had become imbued with the idea 

 that one could transport a very 

 liberal allowance of 'duffel,' per 

 canoes. 



"A big canoe holds a thousand 

 pounds, you know, and if one likes 

 a few extra things, it only means 

 running the portage another time," 

 he said comfortably. This speech 

 was called forth by a suggestion 

 from George that it would be well 



