Hunting the Grizzly 65 



Peterboro danced over the water Hke a duck, 

 its bow cutting the combing breakers; but 

 even then occasionally the larger white-caps 

 would glide over the edge into the canoe, much 

 to the uneasiness of its occupants — and surely 

 in the hands of a less experienced canoeman 

 the result might have been disastrous. How- 

 ever, we reached our haven on the island in 

 safety after a protracted and tedious experi- 

 ence, and although somewhat drenched, we 

 were well pleased to be landed on terra-firma 

 again. Camp reached, " all hands " were 

 busy preparing supper for the hungry. In 

 the midst of the preparation a glance up the 

 river revealed the crossing of two caribou some 

 three hundred yards above. Six days without 

 fresh meat made an appetite keen for caribou 

 steak; consequently a rush was made for the 

 gun, and the 405 rang out. The leader 

 of the caribou, by this time almost ready to 

 swim, began, instead, to float with the current 

 towards camp ; and before long we had caribou 

 steak galore, what we did not require for our 

 table making good bait on a slide to lure 

 some hungry wanderer in search of food 



