NORTHERN GAME TRAILS 323 



came a lull, the sky brightened, the wind lessened, 

 then it ceased snowing. The sun came out bright 

 and clear, driving the mist out of the valleys and 

 revealing a wonderful landscape below. 



Leaving our horses we decided to hunt in the 

 vicinity on foot, but after a long and careful 

 search that revealed nothing new, we turned up- 

 ward to the point we had left. 



Far below in an unbroken stretch of spruce 

 forest a little lonely lake looked up, smooth as a 

 mirror, and spread pink, amber and gold toward 

 the dappled pink and orange sky, where the sun 

 had just sunk behind the peaks. Thick and 

 straight the somber spruces pressed up the sheer 

 slopes about it, their tops like embattled spear- 

 points against the colored sky. From the farther 

 shore a long gray point jutted out into the lake 

 and on the very tip, in the strange shifting light, 

 a magnificent form with lofty head that showed 

 black against the orange glow, stood a giant 

 bull moose, motionless, as if modeled in bronze. 

 His wide, palmated antlers thrown back over his 

 shoulders, his muzzle thrust out as if to issue a 

 challenge to a rival bull. 



Something moved up on the bare face of the 

 mountain; then grew into two dots that showed 

 black against the snow something that looked at 



