162 TRAVELS IN THE EIGHTIES. 



We just had time, in returning, to examine the 

 interesting economy of the prison, which is admirably 

 managed ; also the bear-pit, with a couple of black 

 bears, which Big Bear, the Indian chief, who is 

 still a prisoner, is deputed to look after, as well as 

 the piggery, assisted, perhaps, by Poundmaker. We 

 then saw two young moose, which Mr. Betson is 

 breaking into harness, the size of ponies, in an exten- 

 sive loose-box in the stables. Their eyes glared and 

 shone in the obscurity in a strange manner, while 

 they uttered a peculiar moaning noise. They would 

 not allow us to pat them, though their education is 

 progressing rapidly. 



Some kennels ranged round the yard contain dogs, 

 and some of them, coyotes or wolves, chained up in 

 every respect like the dogs, and one of which now 

 has a litter of whelps by a colley. 



After Winnipeg I stopped at Calgary, which is the 

 headquarters of the Canadian cattle-raising industry, 

 and made the acquaintance of Lieutenant Cochrane, 

 Mr. Thorburn, and many of the leading "ranchemen;" 

 also at the Canadian National Park at Banff, whence 

 I made an expedition alone to Devil's Lake, a weird, 

 solitary, deep sheet of water environed and embo- 

 somed among high mountains, steep crags and appal- 

 ing precipices, and abounding in enormous trout, of 

 which, some weighing over thirty pounds, have since 

 been captured by line ; then at a place the very anti- 

 podes in name and aspect Golden City where the 

 Columbia flows through a valley of celestial beauty 



