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next morning crossing the open country, but, what was 

 more serious, put such a crust on the snow that hunting 

 an animal so wary as the bison was next to impossible. 

 For two days we journeyed 

 towards the section Jere- 

 mi "knew so well," going 

 through a fine game coun- 

 try of swamps covered with 

 coarse grass, and surround- 

 ed by willows, small patch- 

 es of pine, spruce, and pop- 

 lar, and plenty of moose 

 signs everywhere. In fact, 

 this is one of the best game 

 districts in the North. On 

 the morning of the third 

 day, being at the edge of 

 the bison country, Munn, 

 " Susie," Jeremi, and I went 

 on ahead looking for signs, 

 *' Me " preferring to remain 

 with the outfit to bring 

 up trains, and pitch camp 

 where we might indicate, 

 as we did seven miles far- 

 ther on. In a very cold 

 wind we tramped for about 

 twenty -five miles stop- 

 ping once to build a fire, 



that the Ancient Warrior might warm his feet, and again 

 to eat a frozen biscuit we had each fetched across small 

 lakes, over marshes cut up by creeks, and along thickly 

 wooded ridges, but the sight of not a solitary bison track 

 rewarded our search. 



WAR-BONNET 



