CHAPTER XI 



STILL ANOTHER CHANGE OF BASE 



"How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green! 

 Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord, 

 All things in common nature should produce, 

 Without sweat or endeavor." 



THE morning after the successful all-day 

 stalk of the big caribou, we packed up 

 and left early for another section of this wide 

 country where moose might be found. Our 

 course followed a rushing creek where a por- 

 tion of the journey was made on a tableland 

 comparatively easy to travel. 



At first the only vegetation of moment that 

 was to be seen were patches of Willow brush. 

 When we had eaten lunch and covered an- 

 other mile or so, we came to a piece of well- 

 timbered ground and saw many moose signs, 

 but none of them at all fresh. The ground 

 was a succession of fair-sized hills and valleys 

 where rich grass was growing, with here and 

 there a small lake. On the hillside leading 

 to one of these beautiful sheets of water I sat 



