BULLETS AND THEIE BILLETS 



pursuit of large game, in weather, in 

 time, in the manner of shot that offers 

 and in the shot itself. It is only the fool 

 that hath said in his heart there is no 

 such thing as luck. What say you to a 

 bullet from a rifle aimed at a moose a 

 mile away, accomplishing its errand? 

 Here is the story, from a source that 

 commonly flows clear of mis-statement 

 and exaggeration. Two young men, in 

 the course of a long canoe trip through 

 northern Ontario, broke camp early one 

 autumn morning. Paddling across a 

 lake of some size, they descried a log 

 shanty, and put ashore with the idea of 

 procuring some variation from their 

 monotonous diet of beans and bacon. An 

 Indian opened the door to their knock, 

 grunted "Bojou," and before answer- 

 ing their question as to fresh meat scan- 

 ned the other side of the lake with atten- 

 tion. His eyes fixed upon a dark object, 

 no more than a speck, which the canoe- 

 men had not noticed, and reaching back 



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