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So we went, and a good companion she was, 

 and assisted in manipulating the Hght with 

 skill as we flashed the deer. To her the deadly 

 stillness of the night as we paddled over the 

 surface of the lake was awe-inspiring and 

 fascinating. Among the timber in the dis- 

 tance could be heard the yelp, yelp of the wolf 

 pack on the trail of the flying deer; although 

 very faint in the beginning the sound became 

 more distinct as the pack warmed in the chase 

 and the scent freshened on the trail. On they 

 came pell-mell towards the lake. We knew 

 by the sound they were running a hot trail, 

 and it was a close call for the noble creature 

 that was making great strides for the water 

 before the pack should overtake it. 



Out of the depths of the silent forest came 

 the " Hoo-hoo-hoot-hoot " of the hoot-owl and 

 the echo re-echoed in the distant hills. A 

 slight breeze began to rise, and the black 

 clouds in the west indicated that a storm was 

 brewing, and the night not suitable for hunt- 

 ing big game with a camera. The elements 

 were at work; lightning began to play in the 

 heavens; thunder-clouds began to form in the 



