H2 WITH GUN AND GUIDE 



We learned long afterward that our lost moose was 

 found the next day by a votary of the goddess Diana, 

 a young woman then in her teens, but now a mature 

 matron with a growing family of children. In her 

 palatial dining-room the head of our royal quarry oc- 

 cupies the post of honor. 



In August of last season a young Indian guide, 

 eighteen years of age, got lost on a Tuesday morning 

 on the next watershed to ours, and he failed to work 

 his way out until the Friday night following. He had 

 lived in the meantime on wild raspberries and roots 

 during his wanderings, for having neither gun nor 

 matches he could do nothing else but pick and eat 

 berries as he trudged wearily along. 



In the season of 1906, a party of seven ladies and 

 gentlemen, headed by a lawyer from Philadelphia, left 

 camp at daylight on a short trip, expecting in a couple 

 of hours to reach a small lake, where they planned 

 to spend the day fishing. In some way they deviated 

 from the road and became completely lost. 



Like the children of Israel in the desert, they wan- 

 dered to and fro. Lunch time came, but no knowledge 

 of where they were had been obtained. They walked 

 mile after mile until supper time came. A very slight 

 meal was then doled out to the now weary pilgrims 

 as the shades of night were settling down, but still no 

 one could even guess where they were. 



The tramp, tramp, tramp of three tired-out women 



