CHAPTEE III. 



MOOSE-CALLING IN NOVA SCOTIA continued. 



IN the morning we went to the meadow, 

 as already stated, having no luck, so after 

 another trip by Bob to the lake without suc- 

 cess, and of Jack and I to the trout-pool, 

 where we caught twenty-five more trout, we 

 had dinner, secured camp, and moved over 

 to the Big Bog again. An hour's sun finds 

 us on it. "Now," says Jack, " there is a 

 kind of island about a quarter of a mile up ; 

 it is quite high, with good shelter for you and 

 me, and we'll go up there." So we went, 

 and it was the proper spot, apparently made 

 on purpose for calling moose. It was about 

 75 yards from each side of the bog, with a 

 mile of opening above, and 500 yards below. 

 The island itself was 25 yards across and 70 

 yards up and down the length of the bog, 



