and remembers only that it is a good 

 day to hunt. Then there are no dry 

 leaves to craunch and rustle under 

 foot and the wild things stay 

 quiet, unless disturbed, and if 

 they do ' travel ' leave a legible 

 account of their doings in the 

 tracks. 



It was the day after the musca- 

 longe episode, and having acquitted 

 myself honourably, though painfully 

 of fish, I was free to join Nimrod on 

 his daily prowls for what he could 

 see. Bert went with us carrying 

 a small back pack of midday food. 



Our host had set forth early in the 

 morning with George to locate a 

 good camp ground, as he proposed 

 to move from Camp Muscalonge 

 still deeper into .the woods where 

 now were rising the notes of the 

 moose. The last of September was 

 upon us. The moose calves were old 

 enough to take care of themselves, 

 and the lady moose, no longer averse 

 to society, were practising their love 

 songs to which the bulls lent no 

 ungallant ear. 



That night we were going to ' call ' 

 for moose and we hoped to discover 



