Trail and Camp-Fire 



we realized that the noble beast was dead. 



I must pass over many interesting events in 

 our camp life, and let it suffice to say that we 

 lived every moment of it pleasantly. 



Caribou were very plentiful, and it was not 

 many days before our camp had assumed the 

 semblance of a true hunter's paradise. On 

 either side of our pathway before the tent 

 stretched long lines of drying venison that the 

 guides had laid claim to for their winter meat. 

 This was a gratifying claim to us, for we were 

 averse to wasting any part of the trophies of 

 the chase, and the wants of a people who win- 

 tered in that bitter region were so great we 

 knew we could not exceed them. 



Beneath this drying meat hung the hides, 

 all of which we preserved for rugs, and be- 

 neath and in front of these were the sawed 

 and cleansed skulls and their glorious antlers. 

 It was, indeed, a picture to gratify the exacting 

 heart of a big game hunter; not because of 

 the number of the kills, for that was not great, 

 but because of their superior quality. 



We had heard of the barrens above the hills 

 about the lakes, but because of the heavy for- 

 est growth upon the hillsides, we could not 



see them from the lake shore. It was upon 



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