CHESELLING AND SHOOTING BEAVER. 147 



I might mention that the time of the year 

 was about the tenth of October, a time when 

 beaver are quite prime, in that north country. 



We had to wait possibly an hour before the 

 first beaver made his appearance. It was one 

 of the parents, and judging by the speed at 

 which he came down the pond, he must have 

 been of turbine construction. One thing sure 

 he was on a rush message, and wanted to get 

 there quick. I saw the Indian's gun barrel move 

 slightly, and when the beaver got within close 

 distance he pulled on him, and in a few minutes 

 the beaver lay awash close to the dam, where 

 he was allowed to remain. 



The next one that came in sight was a young 

 one, and came my way. He met the same fate. 

 The slight current dragged him also close to 

 the dam, a few feet from his father or mother, 

 as the case might be. 



This double bagging was hardly over when 

 another big one came around a point heading 

 for the dam as the others had done. This fellow 

 proved to be my meat also, and again a pause 

 in the shooting. 



The shadows of the evening were fast fall- 

 ing and we had almost given up hopes of seeing 

 any others, when again we saw a far-off ripple 

 of some animal swimming, and it proved to be 

 another young one. This one took down the 



