I20 IN THE LAND OF THE GREAT SPIRIT 



Travellers are expected to tell tales of hair-breadth 

 escapes and exciting adventures. Now, although 

 every man who has pushed far by himself in a wild 

 country must have had some experiences of this kind, 

 he will, if he is wise, keep them to himself. Only 

 those who have been themselves in the same 

 circumstances can appreciate them fairly ; and for 

 those who stay at home, or whose travels are con- 

 fined to the well-beaten tracks of the Continent, they 

 are only travellers' tales. 



But almost every day some little thing comes 

 about of which, as it ends well, little is thought, but 

 which very easily might have been worse. Here 

 is one that just goes to show how easy it is to be 

 caught. 



Touch and Go. 





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The horns of the moose were still in the velvet. So 

 we dawdled along over the prairie, shooting prairie 

 chicken, and the mallard and blue-winged teal that 

 rose out of the slews. It chanced, then, that we 

 went into camp by the side of the lake of which I 

 have spoken, a famous lake for ducks. Out in the 

 lake was an island where the pelicans bred. 



Our tents were pitched on an open spot where 



