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then cut and run through the hole at each end of the 
tent. This was stuck in the trees and the flaps 
and side ropes pegged out. By this time our ef- 
fects had arrived, so Semond, putting up the stove 
and lighting the fire, prepared supper, while Dalle 
and myself cut boughs for beds. Large branches 
went down first, and then the smaller, while little 
tips being closely thatched upon these made springy 
mattresses. 
After dinner, we smoked and discussed the pos- 
sibilities of the morrow. I learned that a mile 
away to the west the country was covered with 
fallen timber, through which a growth of maple 
had sprung up, and that this was the best moose 
country, as they loved the leaves of the young trees. 
It was proposed that we should make this spot our 
headquarters until I secured my moose head, and 
that we should then try for caribou elsewhere. 
Long before dawn on Tuesday morning the fra- 
grant smell of breakfast filled the tent, and as the 
sun rose we were paddling to the west end of the 
lake. We made our way up a small stream for a 
short distance and landed in a swamp, where there 
- were a few scattered trees. With Semond carry- 
ing the canoe, we waded through this until we 
reached a hill covered with dead standing timber. 
This we hunted carefully, and arriving at the sum- 
mit, sat down and surveyed the country. For 
miles in front, and to right and left, there was not 
a tree standing except along Rivier de Lac Canoe, 
to which we were going, and in some of the little 
gulches; but in the far distance the gorgeous col- 
