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attract his attention, lie returned, and a search in his 

 trousers produced only two matches. With these I must 

 perforce be content, and some way or other must start 

 three fires with them for three separate meals. 



Some wood was got ready for the night, green boughs 

 picked for a bed, and then a journey was taken down 

 the stream to the mouth of an old hauling road, which 

 is dearer to me than any road in the world, for 



" When to the sessions of sweet, silent thought 

 I summon up remembrance of things past," 



I remember that it was on this road that I killed my 

 first caribou bull, and a veritable beauty he was, and 

 the year following I killed still another one. 



On the north side of a dry bog through which this 

 road runs I spent at one time six of the pleasantest, 

 most instructive and most restful days of my life, for I 

 sat from 9 A. M. until evening at the foot of a juniper 

 tree within a couple of feet of a caribou trail. As the 

 sun was warm and not a particle of air stirring and a 

 band of caribou was ranging up and down during the 

 daylight, I could watch and study these strange ani- 

 mals to advantage. Here I read such books as I had 

 with me, and I wrote as long as my stock of paper lasted. 



A little brook crosses the road beyond the bog, and 

 across that brook is a cluster of old lumber camps now 

 nearly all leveled with the ground. 



It was in one of these old camps that I had slept one 



