falling trees. One evening at dusk, after we had 

 heard the noises for two or three days, we learned 

 more about the maker of it. A large buck, with 

 antlers like branches of tree against the lake, was 

 furtively scouting behind our cook tent. Now he 

 glanced nervously at the cabin, from w r hich showed 

 the light of the logs in the fire place. Now he 

 came to the wooden walk leading to the dock. Just be- 

 yond it our canoe was turned over. The sight of 

 th^se things was too much for the nerves of a wild 

 deer. He faltered, then turned back, walked into 

 the lake, swam around the dock and vanished into 

 the timber a hundred yards beyond. However, we 

 had never fired a gun of any kind near the cabin 

 and he had not been alarmed, and next day I found 

 a bush of moose maple, well cropped near the place 

 where he had landed. 



.Moose utter a kind of short bellow during the mat- 

 ing season. Deer, I believe are always silent, except 

 that the bucks give a warning sound generally called 

 a whistle or snort which however, sounds very much 

 like the sharp blowing of steam out of a small pipe. 



If you hear the buck's w r histle at night unexpected- 

 ly, while you are walking alone on a dark wild trail, 

 it will probably give you the creeps and make your 

 hair stand up. I confess that it had that effect on me. 

 although I knew perfectly well what the sound meant 

 and who made it. The first time I heard it a friend 

 had fired at a brown fern leaf in the belief that it was 

 a deer. The echo of the shot had not died away, when 

 something splashed and rushed from a nearby meadow 

 into the timber and then came, like a challenge, the 



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