LOOKING FOR ANTLERS. 
\ X JE have for years been wishing for an elegant set of 
antlers, with a nice head, to preserve as a trophy of 
the hunt, and have travelled about, over more than one thou- 
sand miles of forest to find them. This is more true than 
strange to us, for we have had them in mind during each fall 
hunting for many seasons; and a set of caribou antlers that 
fill your eye to a point are very few and far between. And 
when travelling a number of miles nearly every day while 
camping in the woods, tramping over the hills and ridges, or 
paddling around the lake shores, up and down the inlets and 
over the long, still water streams, they have always been in 
our mind. 
Always looking for them, wishing we might see them 
moving along behind the bushes, as we scanned them closely 
upon each side while passing over our many spotted trails or 
lines, through the woods; or at some favorite haunt where 
the game was wont to tarry on their wanderings, to feed upon 
the hanging moss and the young and tender tops of the 
smallest maples. 
And at some round turn down the old logging road which 
