After Caribou 95 



rustling through the forest for big game. The 

 following morning, long before daylight, the 

 pots and pans were clattering in preparation 

 for the hasty breakfast, and about the time old 

 Sol was reflecting his dawning twilight 

 through the stately trees, three figures in sin- 

 gle file were making all haste to the beaver 

 meadow, filled with happy anticipation in view 

 of the plentiful signs of the previous day. In . 

 order that the ascent of the creek might be 

 made without noise, the cook and guide played 

 beaver and reconstructed the old dam and 

 backed the water up for more than a mile ; thus 

 we were able to paddle the canoe over the 

 shoals quietly and without getting out. As- 

 cending the stream as tar as possible we stop- 

 ped at a likely place for game; and while sit- 

 ting on the bank we were beset with the black 

 flies hovering about us like a swarm of 

 bees; but our exposed surface being anointed 

 with a mixture of tar, castor oil, and 

 pennyroyal in the ratio of three, two, and 

 one, they would come within lighting 

 distance, when away they would go around 

 and aroimd in ever increasing and disturbing 



