194 Hunting Big Game 



found the bullet had passed through the centre 

 of the heart and torn it into shreds. 



Breakfast, consisting of bacon, Hver, and 

 onions, was soon over ; and Tenderfoot, Frank, 

 and the nimrod left for the woods in search 

 again of moose. We travelled four or five 

 hours without seeing anything larger than a 

 big owl, which the nimrod shot with his rifle. 

 After taking his picture and measurements, 

 forty-two inches from tip to tip, we turned 

 back towards camp; having travelled several 

 miles of the way on foot through a beautiful 

 hard-wood forest. On the way to camp we 

 disturbed a pine-partridge, which did not fly 

 far, for its kind up there seem to be very tame. 



Dinner over at the camp, we all started for 

 a trip to another lake, which we christened for 

 ourselves, the Indians claiming it had no offi- 

 cial name. Portaging the canoe about a mile 

 from George Lake, where our camp was, we 

 came to this other lake, a lovely bodj^ of water, 

 clear as crystal. It took us two hours to pad- 

 dle round its shores. Portage was then made 

 back to Lake George. By this time the 

 shades of night were falling; Tenderfoot and 



