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" After this I had a long run of had luck, hunting 

 diligently day after day, and very seldom finding 

 tracks fresh enough to he worth following, but in 

 the last week I was fortunate enough to kill two moose. 

 I was then encamped on a little island in the middle of 

 St. Mary's Lake, in the heart of a wild and uninhabited 

 part of the province. I roused my sleeping Indians 

 before daybreak, and without waiting for breakfast ' Old 

 Joe ' and I set off for the opposite shore in the little 

 leaky 'dug-out' with which we had contrived to na- 

 vigate the lake. We trudged for some distance through 

 thick forest, and before dawn had reached a ' barren,' 

 where Joe intended to try the effect of a ' call.'* After 

 some little time the call was answered from a great 

 distance. Gradually the sounds became nearer and 

 nearer. At kst a fine bull moose emerged from the 

 forest on the opposite side of the 'barren.' He soon 

 disappeared again, however, and as Joe's most ar- 

 tistic 'calls' could elicit no further reply, our patience 

 was at last exhausted, and we judged it best to go 

 on and try whether we could not track him. To our 

 intense disgust we very soon saw him coming out of a 

 hollow in the ' barren ' (very much nearer than we had 

 supposed him to be), and then trotting off to the woods 

 again. I was on the point of firing, but Joe wisely 



* The " call '' is made of a long roll of birch-bark. They are 

 much used in Norway for calling the cattle home in the evenings. 



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