The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 



On the following day Hunter and I again 

 went in the direction where I had killed the two 

 moose yesterday. I should not have attempted 

 to kill another, unless I had happened upon a 

 head that was distinctly better than the best I 

 had, but I still wanted a whole skin and head 

 for the museum at Victoria. This we were lucky 

 enough to obtain that morning. The head was 

 not quite so large, but was perfectly symmetrical 

 in shape, and answered splendidly for the pur- 

 pose to which I wished to put it. The skinning 

 out of the whole of this carcass was a tremendous 

 undertaking. I left the leg-bones of all the four 

 legs up to the knees and hocks attached to the 

 skin. Now, a green moose hide weighs a tre- 

 mendous lot, and it puzzled us how to get it 

 out of the country, for it must have scaled 

 close on two hundred pounds. I know that I 

 tried to lift it, and could only just manage to do 

 so by exerting all my strength. Elia, when ap- 

 pealed to, solved the difficulty by offering to 

 carry it out himself. I did not think this pos- 

 sible, but I did not know my Indian, nor what 

 he was capable of doing. I promised him five 

 dollars and a pair of new blankets if he suc- 

 ceeded in getting it so far as the lake, and he 

 smiled as much as to say, " Money and blankets 

 are already mine." 



We had jerked (more or less dried) about one 

 hundred pounds of splendid moose beef, which, 



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