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hunter, and a most excellent fellow in every- 

 way, and his nephew Joe, who was almost a 

 full-blooded Indian, a very good tempered 

 willing servant, and a wonderful packer, for, 

 although only fourteen years of age, he thought 

 nothing of carrying a load of eighty pounds. 



I must confess that during my two days' 

 stay at Mattawa I was somewhat taken aback 

 by the number of hunting parties constantly 

 arriving there from various parts of the United 

 States and Canada, all intent on securing that 

 much-coveted trophy, a fine moose head. How- 

 ever, I reflected that the country in which all 

 these eager sportsmen, I among them, were 

 about to hunt, was very vast, and covered 

 entirely, except for its rivers and lakes, with 

 forests of a density which must be seen to be 

 understood, and concluded that there were 

 probably enough bull moose in these primeval 

 solitudes for all of us, if we could only find 

 them, 



A three hours' journey by rail brought us to 

 the south-western shore of Lake Kippevva, 

 where we embarked on a fine steamer — the 



