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fore, buoyant and hopeful of coining out with a big 

 moose head, a caribou head, and perhaps even a bear. 



The cook lost little time in getting a meal for us. 

 Henry said quietly, " Now we'll try Reed Lake," and 

 we were soon off again. A few steps from the camp a 

 partridge was fired at and evidently killed, but it fell 

 in some brush and we couldn't find it, and so it had to 

 be left until our return. 



Reed Lake was only two miles away, but such a pair 

 of miles you never saw ! The road was largely one of 

 smooth boulders, small boulders, medium-sized boul- 

 ders and big boulders. The ascent was steep enough 

 again to test the lungs, and, together with the heat, 

 made us pause often and long. In these rests Henry 

 was again philosophic and reminiscent. 



Speaking once more of the intelligence of animals, 

 he used the reasoning of the late Dr. W. C. Gray : " The 

 moral faculties of the lower animals are shown in the 

 startling likeness to the language and tonal effects as 

 used by man, or as much so as the physical conforma- 

 tion of the organs of speech will permit. 



"Anger, defiance, affection, alarm, fright, sorrow, 

 pain, gladness, exultation, triumph, derision are all 

 heard in all their modulations in the voices and modes 

 of expression of birds and quadrupeds ; language well 

 understood by civilized man, but better understood by 

 the Indians of the several tribes, each of which speaks 

 an idiom of its own. 



