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Caribou -Hunting. 



SEH-TA-GA-BO ! 



"Seh-ta-ga-bo!" (Keep back.) 



At the word I dropped in my tracks and awaited further orders. 

 Twice he raised his gun as if to fire, then lowered the muzzle and 

 beckoned me to him. 



" What is it all about? Do you see the caribou?" I whispered. 



"Sartin, see 'im all five walkin' in woods just little ways 'head. 

 You look same way I point, by-em-by you see 'im." 



We had just entered a glade of fir-trees, and between the tree- 

 trunks I caught a glimpse of what I supposed to be a lake, but did 

 not discover any caribou. 



" Hist ! there goes caribou, there goes 'nother one — two — t'ree 

 more ; you see 'im ? Quick, fire !" 



Bang ! goes my rifle at an indistinct form moving past the tree- 

 trunks some thirty yards distant. 



"You kill 'im, sartin," Sebatis whispered. "I see 'im give big 

 jump, then he don't move 't all. 



" Are the others gone ?" 



