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Hunting Big Game 



to take us where we could see plenty of moose. 

 About the break of day, all hands were ready 

 for an excursion into the hunting grounds 

 among the lily-pads and swamps. After mak- 

 ing several portages and crossing several of 

 the most beautiful little lakes, we arrived at 

 an ideal spot for game. 



Beaver Dam. 



Under positive instructions imposing quiet, 

 the canoes glided noiselessly over the water 

 into the haunts where the moose feeds. The 

 sun was well up in the heavens as the birch- 

 bark passed with never a swish over the smooth 



