the whereabouts of some big bull 

 who might answer our summons. 



A good ' caller ' is rare, even among 

 the guides, and our men had ob- 

 served Nimrod with only half- 

 concealed amusement as he procured 

 some birch bark, fashioned it into a 

 cornucopia, sewed it with roots of 

 black spruce, and finally, hoodoo 

 of all hoodoos, decorated it with 

 a big moose head! 



Clifford, the best caller on the 

 Mangasippi, gave him the love notes 

 of the cow moose and the challenging 

 call of one bull to another. He did 

 this not as a teacher to a pupil, 

 but politely, without expectation of 

 result. At the cabin Nimrod had 

 diligently practised and soon revived 

 his former accomplishment, and now 

 that we were in moose country, 

 longed to show his skill. Bobbie 

 also had practised on Nimrod 's horn 

 and the guides openly sneered. 



"That would drive all the game 

 out of the country." George voiced 

 his opinion candidly, but Bobbie 

 only shrugged his shoulders. He 

 could afford to let them laugh, as 

 events proved. 



