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some boggy ground, along the banks of a small stream 

 leading toward a ridge called the Caribou Barren. 



On the far side of the stream about forty yards away 

 a large cow moose, that had been lying down among 

 a lot of tall grass, jumped up and, with mane erect, 

 started for the woods as fast as she could travel. She 

 had winded us, which accounted for her alarm. Henry 

 gave a low call on his moose horn to see if she was 

 accompanied by a bull, but as none appeared, we con- 

 cluded that the cow was an " old maid." 



We climbed the sides and ascended to the top of the 

 Caribou ridge. Here we found a maze of caribou run- 

 ways, but not a single fresh track. The bleached skull 

 of a cow, with two little antlers, was lying on the 

 summit, while a good-sized skeleton of a bull, with 

 good antlers, lay whitening in the sun a few yards off. 

 We tramped the barren in every direction, but saw 

 nothing of animal life. 



Returning to the canoe, I found that my hunting- 

 knife had been lost somewhere on the barren. We 

 went back a half mile or so, but couldn't find it. Two 

 days later another trip was made to the barren, and 

 again no fresh tracks and no hunting-knife. 



On the trip back to the camp we explored a deep 

 cove with a lonely piece of dead-water leading to it. 

 We had felt confident that there some fresh tracks 

 would be discovered. We saw plenty of old ones, but 

 of fresh tracks, not one. A female hooded merganser 



