The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 
later, and as I had no idea of putting in a winter 
at Kenai, I had therefore to be on the safe side 
and be at her port of call in plenty of time. I 
allowed myself four more days, therefore, before 
being obliged to return to the lake, and I began 
to fear lest I should fail to get a big moose after 
all. For although there may be plenty in the 
district it is fatal to success to have to hurry. 
Hunter and I went out together one day to a 
point where a stream passed from the mountain, 
through the farthest end of the burnt timber 
land, and in a large hollow, surrounded by heavily 
timbered hills, we found a lake. Here evidence 
of moose was plentiful. In one place we found 
several fresh “ stamping” places that had only 
recently been formed. These “ stamping ” 
places are shaped like a saucer, the diameter 
from edge to edge being about five feet, and the 
depth eighteen inches. A bull moose scrapes | 
these holes in the ground with his fore-feet, 
leaving them trodden into a morass of clay and 
water. Some had evidently been made a day or 
more, whilst others were seemingly quite fresh. 
We moved now with the greatest caution, stop- 
ping to listen at every yard or so. The timber 
and bush was so thick in this spot that an 
animal would have been extremely hard to see 
even at twenty yards. We were thus moving 
around when Hunter heard something move on 
my right. Again the bushes shook, and in a 
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