XI 

 NORTHERN GAME TRAILS 



PART I HUNTING THE MOOSE, SHEEP, GOAT 

 AND BLACK BEAR 



AFTER remaining a few months in New York, 

 the spirit of adventure once more bubbled within, 

 combined with a feeling of restlessness and 

 dreamy thoughts. I was living in some distant 

 land where tranquil nature reigns. I looked out 

 on the town with different eyes. The granite 

 walls and gray mazes of the city faded, and in 

 their stead rose a vast mountain wilderness, 

 against a sky of enchanting tender tints. It was 

 the old summons to the unknown the beck of 

 the wild. 



So it was on the sixteenth day of August I 

 stood looking still dreamingly into the blue dis- 

 tance, while Vancouver faded across the pale un- 

 wrinkled waters which lay like a dream at the foot 

 of the hills. All its activities stilled at the sum- 

 mons of peace, while the shores receded into the 



night. 



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