we find the moose? Is Ik- killed^ Will anvtliini; get at 

 the caribou during the night and mutilate him ?' ' In our 

 mind's eye we saw the old fellow dropping in his tracks, 

 saw the bull-moose rushing from the woods to coax the 

 wife of his bosom back from the reach of bullets and into 

 a ]dace of safety. 



And thus the day's adventures would re-enact them- 

 selves with vi\idness and over and over again till daylight 

 broke. Then ready and eager to solve our caribou queries, 

 if they were solvable, all the guides (three), my son and 

 myself had breakfast, shouldered camera, axes, rifles and 

 ropes and started off with the intention fust to jdiotograph 

 and .skin the caribou and secure his head and then to trail 

 the wounded moose. It was half-past one when we reached 

 the dam, and in a few minutes we found the trail of the 

 bull by discovering a pool of blood in the swale grass and 

 another considerable pool on the edge of the woods. 

 After that the trail of the cow-moose and the bull were 

 so intermixed that it was hard to unravel them. Ihrt 

 there were five of us, and each wovdd e\ery minute or 

 two discover a trace, a splasli of blood on the side oi a 

 tree, or a drop on a leaf, or a streak of it on some dead- 

 fall the wounded moose had stepped over. At one place 

 he had passed between two trees, which had been a tight 

 fit, as it showed the l)lood from where he was struck (on 

 the left hip) down his leg as far as the knee. At another 

 place he had stopped and quite a circle of blood was 

 formed. P.ut nowhere was there any sign that he had 

 lain down. Xowhere was there blood enough to show 

 that he had been niorlally hit. We followed his trail for 

 over two hours and then reluctantly concluded that our 



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