8 MOOSE-HUNTING, SALMON-FISHING, ETC 



take to the shore when hurt, so by walking 

 along the edge of the lake in less than twenty 

 minutes I had all four. And then off with 

 boots and pants, and waded for the dead ones, 

 making my pile, for it was a pile, numbering 

 twelve. The other two we got on the opposite 

 shore of the lake the same afternoon. The 

 twelve were more than I could carry, so I 

 took four only, concealing the others from 

 foxes until later in the day, and went to 

 camp for breakfast. 



In the afternoon we went to the stream 

 and felled a tree across it, that would cany 

 over an army, then captured fourteen trout 

 in a small still water on it. Half an hour's 

 run found us on the edge of the meadow, 

 within easy range of the spot where the 

 contest took place the night before. Jack 

 spoke: no response, and he repeated the call 

 again and again, without a reply. Then I 

 was reminded that the shot at the ducks had 

 frightened the moose away. Just at dusk, 

 however, away in the distance we heard a 

 faint " Bwar ! " To the next call the answer 

 seemed nearer, but was followed almost 

 immediately by " Mwar ! " " Mwar ! " 



