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and the tail, which is considered a delicacy, too 

 rich and oily for my taste. 



On Friday, September 2ud, the day after we 

 had parted from our companions, we made slow 

 but steady progress at the rate of possibly a 

 mile an hour against a very swift stream, haul- 

 ing the canoes with a line, sometimes being 

 able to walk along the edge of the open beaches, 

 but more often actually in the river itself. We 

 constantly met with great dijfficulty in getting 

 our ropes roimd accumulations of drift wood, 

 and in such places continually fell through the 

 logs into water waist deep. 



About an hour after our mid-day halt we 

 suddenly sighted two moose — a cow and a calf 

 — crossing the river about three hundred yards 

 in front of iis. As we had had nothing to eat 

 in the shape of meat but fat bacon, since Louis 

 had shot the beaver, we looked upon the killing 

 of one or other of these animals as perfectly 

 legitimate, and I was deputed to go forward and 

 try to get a shot. As the Avind was blowing up the 

 river, I expected they would scent me, and they 

 may have done so, as they crossed the river very 



