CHAPTER XII 



"HOW MUCH WILL YOU BET THAT YOU'LL NOT 

 KILL A BEAR TO-DAY? " 



"A red-letter day. 

 One from many singled out. 

 One of those heavenly days that cannot die." 



WE tarried two more days at this moose 

 resort when my companion succeeded 

 in killing a bull with a fifty-three inch spread, 

 and the camp was once more taken down and 

 a pilgrimage was made to another section 

 where sheep abounded. We had need of 

 mutton for the table, so this day the Chief and 

 I managed to kill three young rams after a 

 somewhat difficult stalk and we were thus 

 supplied with enough fresh meat to last us 

 about a week. It may be remembered that 

 there were seven of us in all and it took good 

 sized rations to satisfy our ravenous appetites, 

 for in this bracing air and with the continu- 

 ous hard outdoor work which was our daily 

 portion we needed a liberal food supply. 

 "Now good digestion wait on appetite, and 



