loo A Hunting Trip 



the trigger; in the very act of doing so I 

 noticed a perceptible tilt of the canoe. Feel- 

 ing I had missed I jumped for shore; but just 

 as I put my feet on terra firma, in quite 

 another direction I saw a large bull travelling 

 swiftly with his swinging trot towards cover; 

 this, however, he never reached, for his doom 

 had been sealed otherwise, and his head adorns 

 the author's den, — not a large trophy, but ad- 

 mired by many friends. 



In the meantime we had forgotten about 

 the first caribou, and when finally we turned 

 our attention in that direction, I was sur- 

 prised, agreeably, to see her — for it was a cow 

 — trotting across the meadow at full speed with 

 a yearling beside her, making a rattling noise 

 by the striking of dew-claws. Considerable 

 time had elapsed since the report of the first 

 rifle-shot until I saw her again — impressing 

 upon me the truth of the accredited habit of 

 the caribou to tarry a little longer, thus giving 

 their enemies a second chance. 



The greater part of our time was spent in 

 patrolling the water backward and forward on 

 the alert for game. Quite frequently the canoe 



