300 A GRAND FEAST. 



trappers in their joy at having their exhausted stock 

 renewed. To celebrate the occasion in a fitting manner, 

 it was decided to have a great feast. Fish had been 

 procured by a Buell's spoon-bait, which Gaultier had 

 paid out astern as they descended the Slave River; 

 Pierre's rifle had laid the feathered tribe under contri- 

 bution ; while just as they landed on the banks of the 

 Peace, a huge moose, which swam across the broad 

 stream in front of the canoe, succumbed to a well- 

 aimed bullet from Plumcentre. Jake was in high glee, 

 and presented a gory spectacle as he butchered the 

 immense carcass. 



A prodigious fire soon cast abroad a ruddy glare over 

 the surface of the river, and striding round the blaze 

 the hunters toiled in cooking fish in a large kettle, 

 grilling goose and duck, moufne and steak, which hissed 

 and sputtered on the embers. 



A kettleful of tea washed down these dainties, and 

 when finally the shanks of the moose were grilled on 

 the embers, and yielded up their rich store of marrow, 

 the hunters, one and all, lay back on the loppings of 

 white spruce, incapable of further effort. 



" I guess I feels kinder comfortable now," said Jake ; 

 " thur's few things to ekal moose meat, I reckon." 



" I think mountain mutton is better," observed 

 Pierre ; " I once lived on it for three months and didn't 

 get tired of it." 



" Did yer ever eat musk-ox ?" asked Jake. " Thur's 

 not a many critturs on this great continent that I 



