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two of them can attract the otter by imitating its shrill 

 whistle. 



Shortly after the departure of the black fox, we saw a 

 fine stag plunge into the Pipestone Lake and swim to the 

 other side. It was interesting to see how carefully he chose 

 his landing place. Instead of going directly to his point of 

 landing, he swam about fifty yards first to one side and then 

 to the other, so as to get the wind from the right quarter. 

 He then stepped cautiously on to the beach, and galloped 

 straight into the underbrush. A caribou stag in early 

 September is no fool. 



McGaw returned in the evening from Mount Cormack 

 without having seen a stag, but with the knowledge that 

 the mountain is wrongly marked on the map. For it stands 

 right at the north point of Pipestone and only about one and 

 a half miles distant from the lake, instead of some four or five 

 miles due east, in which position it has been charted. As 

 far as I know, no one has visited this mountain since Cormack 

 was there in 1822, and so its position must have been marked, 

 like a good many others, from mere hearsay. We also found 

 a high mountain to the south-west, quite as high as Cormack, 

 and which we named Mount Frances. There were, too, 

 several new lakes to be seen from the top of Cormack and 

 Sit Down Hill. 



After taking the heights of these hills, for they can 

 scarcely be designated as mountains, we left on the follow- 

 ing day to return to Shoal Lake. At daybreak Saunders 

 and Frank stood outside the camp and surveyed the 

 heavens. 



" Guess we're goin' to have dirt to-day," said Little Bob 

 laconically. 



"No, I think it's goin' to be civil,'' argued Frank, who 



