82 WITH GUN AND GUIDE 



Caribou Barren. We expected to find the lost hunting- 

 knife, and hoped against hope that we might see some 

 game on the journey. Two days before this a large 

 cow moose had been seen feeding in some tall grass, 

 and now on entering the woods opposite to this spot 

 we discovered this same cow. She was, as before, 

 without male escort. The wind blew from her to us, 

 and we watched her for a few minutes while she fed, 

 all unconscious of our presence. When we walked past 

 her it was interesting to see how very quickly she got 

 our scent and how speedily she could disappear into 

 the friendly brush. 



We tramped back and forth on the feeding grounds 

 of the caribou, up one side of the ridge and down the 

 other, and the length and breadth of it, but neither 

 hunting-knife nor caribou did we see ; nor any living 

 animal, excepting the cow moose, and as for her, she 

 was sacred, and therefore not to be meddled with. 



The result of this day's hunt decided Henry in de- 

 termining that we should return to Moccasin Lake on 

 the morrow, making an early start, so as to reach there 

 by noon time. From Moccasin Lake Camp we were to 

 try Keed Lake, which Henry was considerate enough 

 to say was another lake set in the apex of a high moun- 

 tain, the road to which was bad enough to be re- 

 membered for many, many years. 



