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Hunting Big Game 



there?" Tenderfoot gazed down at him 

 blankly for some seconds, and then explained 

 in a voice still scared, " Oh, I thought you 

 were a moose." 



Packing everything into the canoes, we 

 started up George Lake. It was very wild; 



A Tenderfoot up a Tree. 



the beaver had been feeding, there being many 

 alder sticks peeled by them. The lake itself 

 was very narrow, not over four or five hun- 

 dred yards wide by about three miles long, and 

 both sides were covered with timber to the 



