OF SHOOTING AND FISHING 29 
a haze hung low on the more shaded shore, repre- 
senting the heavy fog of early morning. The 
foliage was golden yellow alternating with green, 
while mountain ash with its crimson berries grew 
down to the water’s edge, and one could have im- 
agined the whole laid out fer effect. Here again 
the loon was in evidenee, and the calls of the birds 
in sight were answered by those unseen in hidden 
bays. ~ 
Reaching the end of the lake, we made a fire and 
had lunch, as the next portage, to Lac Long, was 
two and a half miles, and would take the remainder 
_ of the day. We were now in good caribou country, 
so-after lunch I went ahead with my rifle. Tracks 
were constantly seen, but not many of them were 
very fresh; however, it encouraged me to find even 
this evidence of game. The portage for the first 
mile was up hill. At the top, the canoe and packs 
were deposited, and the guides returned for the bal- 
ance, while I continued to follow the trail in the 
hope of seeing game. At first the walking was 
good, but fallen timber and plenty of water soon 
made it bad. In less than a mile, I reached a lake 
surrounded by moss-grown swamps. It was about 
five hundred yards each way, and there was a great 
deal more swamp than lake. This place looked 
ideal for caribou, so after surveying it, I turned 
into the timber along its margin, and very soon 
found the fresh tracks of a herd, and also the places 
where they had been lying down. All these signs 
made me very keen, and the desire to bag a buck 
before the guides arrived, led me on. 
