no SPORT INDEED 



We reached our hiding-place at the point only to find 

 that "Willie" had left for parts unknown. The 

 guide tried his birch-bark horn, but the dying echoes 

 of its notes were the only reward for his trouble. 

 Once we fancied that the big fellow was listening in 

 the fringe of the woods on the other side of the lake, 

 and when we heard the sound of antlers striking 

 against the branches, we were sure of it. But alas 

 for the certainty of a hunter's calculations ! Antlers 

 they were, but not the antlers we were after. They 

 belonged to one of the lovers that came so near step- 

 ping over us in the darkness of the night before. 

 After we discovered this, we left them to their billing 

 and cooing and returned to camp. 



The next morning we rose at half-past three. It 

 was still raining, and after a cup of tea and a biscuit 

 we tramped once more to the lake. The moose-lovers 

 were not in sight, but we could hear them as they 

 walked leisurely up the slope of the ridge in front of 

 us. My son had seen this same couple a few days 

 previous and described them to me. " The bull," he 

 said, " has the queerest head I ever saw. The antlers 

 shoot straight up like two half-opened fans standing 

 on end and showing their flat sides to the front. The 

 lady-moose is very tall, graceful and sleek-looking and 

 seemingly without a spark of timidity." 



I had spent the better part of a day — Friday — in 

 tramping over a ridge and visiting another pond. 



