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moose. In order to reach the lake, we fol- 

 lowed an old portage road, and as we were 

 stealing along, there sat a large gray wolf 

 ahead of us. I suppose he heard us coming 

 through the swamp, and thinking it was a 

 deer had squatted ready to leap. We did not 

 get a shot, for he was off like a flash the instant 

 his mistake struck him. His foot-prints in 

 the mud were as large as those of a big dog. 

 We left Tenderfoot in the trail and struck 

 into the bush a short distance, and the Indian 

 called for moose. We then returned to the 

 place where Tenderfoot had been left, and 

 he was in great excitement. " Did you hear 

 that terrible noise?" he asked. The Indian 

 grunted and a moose call was explained to 

 him by the Indian there and then uttering a 

 fierce and louder call. 



Following the call, there was a crackling 

 of the bush, and the guide, pointing in the di- 

 rection of the sound, warned us to keep quiet. 

 At this juncture Tenderfoot whispered loudly 

 in the stillness, "Lord! don't run away and 

 leave me." We did not see any moose, and 

 turned back for the camp through the dense 



