CHAPTER XIX. 



THE INDIAN DEVIL. 



My companion and I were sitting late one 

 afternoon at a beaver lake, waiting for the sun 

 to get near the tree tops before pushing our 

 canoe into the lake to watch for beaver. They 

 generally break water near the lodge about sun- 

 down and swim .along shore to cut their food, 

 and one has usually a chance of a shot. 



All at once we heard back in the bush a 

 cracking and breaking of branches, readily un- 

 derstood as done by a large animal running 

 through the underbrush at a high rate of speed. 

 The noises came nearer and nearer, a little off 

 to our right, and I grasped my double-barreled 

 gun which lay beside me and waited events. 



A few moments after we saw a large caribou 

 break cover about one hundred yards to the 

 right and spring into the lake. But what was 

 that black object clinging to his neck? Surely 

 some animal! 



The caribou struck out as fast as it could 

 swim, heading for the further shore, and we 

 jumped into our canoe and gave pursuit. The 



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