A PECULIAR STALK 117 



We had been assigned a suitable position 

 about three-eighths of a mile away, and all 

 was silent for a time until the sound of three 

 shots rang out to our left. After that the 

 Chief and I heard nothing more, neither did 

 we see game of any kind. The horsemen 

 having now appeared, that settled the drive 

 for the day. The Chief said that the wind 

 had turned just enough to drive the moose 

 across the river, rather than straight down to 

 us. But my companion, who had fired the 

 shots, had brought down a fair-sized moose 

 which had come within easy rifle shot of 

 him. 



The next day we crossed the river and in 

 the same manner "drove" the other side. But 

 once again the wind changed and nothing was 

 accomplished. 



We now moved camp to a basin or depres- 

 sion on that side of the river, at the back of 

 a series of high and steep pinnacles to the east. 

 The tents having been pitched, supper eaten, 

 and a good fire made, around which we were 

 standing, as it was quite cold, some one said: 

 "Look at the wolverine." Casting our eyes 

 up to the top of the nearest pinnacle we saw 

 a moving object which turned out to be a 

 grizzly. He had seen us and the camp fire, 



