arouiul as if he scented daiii^er. And lliere was danger 

 and a l;ooi1 deal of il in the air. In the front of a canoe 

 sat a hunter- oni- of the "sports," — with ritle ready 

 cockeil, and heart throl)l)in»; and thumping as thougli it 

 wonUl l)urst Iht.- l)Uttons off liis coat. A nionient of hold- 

 your-breath suspense, and then bang! goes the 45-90 car- 

 tridge, the report sounding and resounding through the 

 woods and over the waters for miles around. There was 

 another bang antl \et another, but whether it was the 

 uncertain light or the excitement which interfered with 

 the hunter's aim, or whether it was due to his sitting for 

 hours " still as a mouse " and in an atmosphere with the 

 thermometer at freezing point, I can't say. Hut I can 

 say that the moose escaped unharmed, untouched by the 

 bullet that might have forever put an end to his Mormon 

 habits and Don Juanish journeys. 



The sport of moose hunting is one that refpiires a 

 great deal of patience and perseverance under such tr\ ing 

 difficulties as exposure to cold and less of sleep. But 

 your reward is ample — plenty of excitement, and if suc- 

 cessful, a magnificent antlered head as a trophy of your 

 prowess. 



Last night my guide and I set out to paddle up the 

 inlet of a little lake we are encamiK-d u]>on, with tlie 

 intention of "calling" if it should be still enough 

 to do so. There was some wind on the lake, l)nl we 

 thought there might be little or none in the forest-shel- 

 tered inlet. I was tucked down in llie Iront of the canoe 

 witli blankets, to keep m\- legs warm (for it is cold, very 

 cold, u]) here', with hea\y woolen socks drawn over my 

 boots and a woolen caj) down o\er my ears. We paddled 



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