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shoulder, as he insisted on balancing it close 

 to his nose. After firing many shots at a bot- 

 tle, containing coal oil, on the top of a stump, 

 he finally succeeded in smashing it at ten 

 paces. We were then with difficulty able to 

 keep him away from the gun, but you can't 

 hunt moose near a rifle-range, and so we had 

 to cut short his sporting aspirations. 



As we saw no moose, we broke camp, and 

 moved away to another lake. After paddling 

 for seven miles, the guides selected a place to 

 cut a portage about a mile across from one 

 lake to another; and while they were doing 

 so, Tenderfoot and the nimrod started for a 

 pond about a mile distant in the hope of see- 

 ing moose. On our reaching the pond a 

 large crane started from the shore within easy 

 shooting distance in front of us, but Tender- 

 foot had the firearms, so the shot was lost. As 

 we lay in wait a small duck came swimming 

 towards us and when within ten feet the nim- 

 rod took a snap-shot at him with a kodak. 

 Returning to the portage we found the guides 

 had commenced packing the outfit across the 

 portage to the other lake, called Lake George. 



