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very high up, were the broken branches, and once in 

 passing between two trees quite wide apart he had 

 scraped right and left with his horns. He had horns 

 then, and, goodness, what a width they must have 

 been ! No wonder Kakikapo put his gun down here, 

 drew himself up slowly to his full height, stretched 

 out his arms on either side his head, and said im- 

 pressively below his breath, " Tcheh api " — big bull. 



Following a moose is a serious matter, and nothing 

 is gained by hurry. We had had breakfast before 

 daylight, and now it was half-past ten. So we drew 

 off a little down the wind, lit a tiny fire, and made 

 some tea in Kakikapo's tin, while he munched at 

 . his dried moose-meat, I at a luncheon biscuit. 

 And then the Cree almost undressed and dressed 

 himself again. I can see him now, hitching here, 

 tying there ; he seemed all strings and patches. 

 But the result was satisfactory to himself. Not 

 a loop, not a loose end anywhere, nothing that could 

 catch a twig or make the slightest noise. And then 

 he looked me over. I had put on that day over my 

 grey shirt for the first time a jacket bought at a 

 Hudson Bay Fort. It seemed just the thing, for it 

 was made of yellowish canvas lined with cloth. Its 

 colour, that so exactly matched the dead grasses, 



