chill departed and full morning 

 welcomed. 



Beaching the canoe we started 

 through the dripping bushes, head 

 high, to explore this new region. 

 Bert, examining the plentiful tracks, 

 indicated one does little talking 

 that a big moose had gone along a 

 very short time before, was probably 

 in the neighbourhood. With great- 

 est care not to be noisy and with 

 the quickened nerves and breath 

 that always comes when stalking, 

 we came to a tiny lake, embedded 

 in the forest and on which the 

 shadows still lingered. The moose 

 tracks led around it but I stopped 

 to get breath. The excitement of 

 something impending seemed to 

 sadly interfere with it. I felt there 

 was moose very near. 



I pointed to Bert to give a call 

 with the hoodoo horn. He was not 

 a caller and shook his head. A per- 

 emptory nod from me brought a, 

 shrug of the shoulder, which meant 

 "very well, since you insist, I will 

 try." He gave two low grunts that 

 a cow sometimes makes when a bull 

 is near. 



