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ing us intently, and when I stooped to pick up my rifle 

 it was off to the woods like a flash. 



On the following morning we crossed Swan Lake 

 against a strong head wind, and then we came to Spec- 

 tacle Lake, so called because there are two oval sheets 

 of water joined by a jutting piece of land, which looks 

 like the bridge of a pair of spectacles. Here we fought 

 the head wind until we could go no further, as we were 

 in danger of swamping. We pulled for the shore, built 

 a fire, cooked a bit of moose steak, and this, with some 

 boiled rice, made for us a sufficient lunch. 



The wind subsided somewhat, and for a while we had 

 easier going, but on nearing the end of the lake it blew 

 up fresh again, and the boat made but little headway 

 in spite of our earnest work with the paddles. 



So it was a dubious problem whether we could get 

 across or not, when we saw a boat coming toward us 

 with one man paddling. He turned in behind a point 

 of land, and in a few minutes came out again. 



As this action looked somewhat strange, we won- 

 dered what it meant, and as the canoe came nearer to 

 us we saw that a white cloth or sheet covered some- 

 thing in the centre of the boat. Kibbee, when he saw 

 this, gave out one of his rough and ready ejaculations : 



" My God," he said, " it's ' Al,' and he's bringing out 

 a gutshot man." Then we thought of our fellow 

 hunters who were occupying the cabin at the far end 

 of the lake, and imagined many things that might have 



