ISO IN THE LAND OF THE GREAT SPIRIT 



from across the swamp. It was, as I heard it, very, 

 very slight. I think I should not have noticed it at 

 all but for the Cree. He described a circle on the 

 ground with his hand and said softly "moose," 

 meaning that a moose was making his bed. It seems 

 very wonderful now, but I believed him, and still feel 

 certain he was right. But suddenly, while I was lis- 

 tening and trying to make this out, another incident 

 befell that one could not choose but understand. 

 Crash ! smash ! as though two giants fought with 

 willow trees for clubs. Two bull moose were charging 

 one another in the bush — well, certainly not a 

 hundred yards away. I picked up my rifle and was 

 moving off. It was almost dark, but it would surely 

 be easy enough to follow to that sound. But 

 Kakikapo protested with signs and mutterings, 

 "It was too dark. I should never see them. I 

 should spoil all. The first thing to-morrow morning 

 we should go." Well, I weighed chances. Most 

 reluctantly I resigned the chance of seeing a fight 

 between two bull moose. But resign it I did. 



So we drew off down wind some half a mile or so, 

 and then by the edge of the muskeg, in a hollow where 

 a tree had some time grown, we made a fire, and 

 dried our moccasins in the smoke. 



