A SOLITARY DISCIPLE OF BACCHUS 57 



Leaving the pirogue, we journeyed up-hill over a bad 

 road to a set of abandoned lumber camps, in one of 

 which a lot of supplies was stored. This camp was 

 chained and barred with many protections against bur- 

 glars, because, before the place had been thus made se- 

 cure, four barrels of flour, a chest of tea and a barrel 

 of sugar had been stolen from it. The flour that 

 remained, together with sundry barrels of pork, beans 

 and molasses, might not now be of much service when 

 used, as the stuff had lain there over two years. 



Next we came to a dam, beyond which was a fine 

 stretch of dead-water. Half a mile above, in this shel- 

 tered water, we saw a moose feeding. Bringing a 

 pair of glasses to bear upon the animal, we discovered 

 that it was a bull, feeding upon the bottom of the 

 stream. He would thrust his head down under the 

 water to eat of the grasses or lily roots, and when he 

 raised his head a great swish of water would be 

 splashed about from his antlers. 



The wind, unfortunately, was blowing from us, di- 

 rectly toward him. Hastily we climbed a ridge to the 

 left, in order to get around him, but the air, tainted 

 with the scent of human beings, had already reached 

 him. We saw his mane go up ; saw him scramble out 

 of the water to the bank, and away he went without 

 even taking time to shake the water from himself. 



He could not have seen us from where he was, but 

 he might, in addition to the scent, have heard a branch 



