BULLETS AND THEIR BILLETS 



At the head-waters of a Laurentian 

 river lies a lake six miles long, which is 

 much frequented by the larger inhabit- 

 ants of the wilderness. On a stormy 

 September afternoon, Monsieur and his 

 guide struck into the heavy country at 

 the foot of the lake, the Zeiss being left 

 behind as even this slight encumbrance 

 would make a difference when forcing a 

 way through the very dense growth. 

 Emerging upon the shore at a point 

 some miles from camp, after a long de- 

 tour, they came upon the freshest traces 

 of a large and a small bear. The prints 

 were sharp in the wet sand, even chang- 

 ing colour : the animals must be close at 

 hand. It was easy to follow their leisure- 

 ly course along the beach, and as a stiff 

 gale was blowing, there seemed to be 

 fair prospect of surprising the pair be- 

 hind some wooded point. But a few 

 hundred yards had been covered when 

 Andre, walking on the outside, said 

 "Voila votre ours." Five hundred yards 



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