I04 A Hunting Trip 



him, Doctor! shoot him, Doctor! ' I advanced 

 cautiously from my tree and inquired as to 

 the whereabouts of my gun, when he informed 

 me he had dropped it where the moose first 

 struck him. I engineered my way towards it 

 as quickly as possible, and having got it, re- 

 turned to the scene, when the Indian told me 

 to shoot him (the bull) in the head; but I was 

 afraid of the ball glancing and killing the In- 

 dian. I took aim for the heart, and let go ; 

 then the Indian said, ' Give him another in the 

 same place.' I felt the quivers go through the 

 moose that time; whereupon I shot again, and 

 down he went. The Indian being slow to get 

 out of his perilous position, I requested him to 

 get, whereupon he answered, ' Not before he 

 is all dead.' The Indian was not seriously 

 hurt ; but his clothing was almost torn from his 

 body." 



It is always an interesting problem how and 

 where to pitch the tent. That day we selected 

 a treeless spot in the heart of the forest, as 

 though nature had designed it for just such 

 a purpose — a little circular sun spot at noon — 

 in the centre of which we erected the 10 bv 12 



