94 A Hunting Trip 



jack-knife, makes a long cut in the bark, peels 

 and forms a horn to lure the moose in the rut- 

 ting season. From furnishing the starting of 

 the campfire to its last usefulness, when its size 

 commends its bark for fashioning into a canoe 

 and this glides over the surface of the water, 

 it is truly the friend of the child of nature. 



We continued our journey up-stream for 

 several miles — always on the alert for a 

 glimpse of caribou or moose, for signs were 

 plentiful. Several times we caught glimpses of 

 cow moose as they disappeared into the bush. 

 One old cow stood her ground looking at us 

 until we approached quite close, and remained 

 until a flock of ducks floating down-stream 

 were put to flight by our presence. Then she 

 made for cover in haste, with mane erect, ears 

 laid back, as though she disliked very much to 

 be disturbed in her haunts. Returning to 

 camp we found the teamster had left for his 

 home with the horses; and Archie, the cook, 

 had a supper ready worthy of his calling. 

 Tired, but with no vestige of hunger left un- 

 satisfied, we retired to our bed of balsam-fir 

 tips; and sweet was the sleep after a day of 



