CALLING FOR MOOSE. 41 



of them evidently those of large bulls, so we 

 determined to fetch one of our small tents as 

 quickly as possible, and then himt the surround- 

 ing country. 



Accordingly^ on September 30th, we carried 

 a tent and the smaller of our two canoes, 

 together with blankets and a few days' j)ro- 

 visions, to this promising-looking hunting 

 ground. In the evening, George again 

 called for moose imtil long after dark, but 

 there was no repty, and but for the occasional 

 hooting of an owl, the great forests by 

 which we were surrounded were absolutely 

 voiceless. 



The next day was the first of October, the 

 opening day of the hunting season in the count}' 

 of Pontiac, Province of Quebec, and in the 

 early morning George and I set out to look for 

 moose, following an old lumberer's trail which 

 after a mile or so brought us to a small swampy 

 lagoon. Here George gave a call on his birch 

 bark trumpet, and shortly afterwards, an animal 

 which I of course thought was a bull moose, 

 bellowed loudly not far away in the forest 



