WITH GUN AND GUIDE 



ments in our canoe when we stepped out upon the bog 

 where I shot the moose. 



Tom led the way first through an alder swamp, then 

 over a ridge, and then we plunged into a cedar swamp. 

 Now it was dark and we could go no farther. The 

 night became very cold. We were not near any water. 

 Both of us had been perspiring freely and the necessity 

 for a big hot fire was urgent. 



A fire was kindled. My hip rubber boots were pulled 

 off, and upon these I lay as close to the fire as possible, 

 changing my position every few minutes so as to keep 

 first one side warm and then the other. In the mean- 

 time, I kept Tom at the job of chopping wood, while I 

 saw to it that the fire was burning all night long. 



And how long that night seemed ! I'll never forget 

 it no water to drink and no covering, with the keen 

 frost settling down and glistening like diamonds on the 

 trees, logs and leaves. I told Tom stories, asked him 

 questions, and got him to talk likewise anything to 

 help pass the night away. 



I was fearful of falling asleep, because if the fire went 

 down I might become chilled through and awake with 

 a cold sufficient to bring on pneumonia. 



The stars never shone brighter than on that sharp 

 and frosty night. By fixing the eyesight first on one 

 star, and then upon another, I could note their steady 

 and majestic journey through the great unknown can- 

 opy overhead. 



