ONCE MORE A BAD MISS 89 



But now for our excursion to Eeed Lake. When we 

 arrived there the water was discovered to be very 

 roily, so much so that any novice might know from 

 looking at it that moose were feeding in and around it. 



The lake was fed by a small brook of deliciously 

 cold and transparent water, in which the young brook 

 trout darted to and fro with great animation. I at 

 once got to my knees upon a low rock in this stream, 

 and drank my fill of the mountain nectar. 



When I arose, Henry said: "I saw a bull moose 

 just step into the woods at the other end of the lake. 

 Do you see the cow there on the right-hand side ? " 



With a pair of field-glasses I looked, and then told 

 him that I saw the cow plainly enough, but no bull. 



Henry simply said : " We'll find him in the shadow 

 of the trees right beyond the cow, but we must cross 

 the lake and work up to the leeward of them." 



There was a peninsula that jutted out into the lake 

 considerably ; it was perhaps a half mile away, and for 

 this point we directed our steps. On coming to the 

 end of this projecting piece of land we got down to our 

 hands and knees ; and well it was that we did so, as we 

 found another cow moose feeding in a cove to the left 

 of us, and she either heard us or winded us slightly, as 

 we saw her mane go up, while she turned around and 

 faced our place of concealment. 



It wouldn't do to frighten her, because she was very 

 close to us, so we lay prone on the ground until she 



