MOOSE-HUNTING IN CANADA in 



Although the scenery of the greater part of 

 Canada cannot justly be described as grand or 

 magnificent, yet there is a weird, melancholy, 

 desolate beauty about her barrens, a soft loveli- 

 ness in her lakes and forest glades in summer, a 

 gorgeousness of colour in her autumn woods, and 

 a stern, sad stateliness when winter has draped 

 them all with snow, that cannot be surpassed in 

 any land. I remember, as distinctly as if I had 

 left it but yesterday, the beauty of the camp from 

 which I made my first successful expedition after 

 moose one calling season. I had been out several 

 times unsuccessfully, sometimes getting no answer 

 at all ; at others, calling a bull close up, but 

 failing to induce him to show himself ; sometimes 

 failing on account of a breeze springing up, or of 

 the night becoming too much overcast and cloudy 

 to enable me to see him. My companions had 

 been equally unfortunate. We had spent the 

 best fortnight of the season in this way, and had 

 shifted our ground and tried everything in vain. 

 At last we decided on one more attempt, broke 

 camp, loaded our canoes, and started. We made 

 a journey of two days, traversing many lovely 

 lakes, carrying over several portages, and arrived 

 at our destination about three o'clock in the 



