sw) Tire Aroostook Woops. 

impedes their seeing any distance, while the heavy atmos- 
phere keeps back the scent of you. 
Getting out to the spruces, we find the east wind breezing 
up rather lively and too much against the chances for getting 
a shot while walking westerly, the course we must travel for 
the game we are looking for, but as we have an errand at the 
camp of the hunters two miles in that direction, we conclude 
however, to strike first for that locality. On the way over 
the trail we cross fresh tracks of single deer wandering along, 
but not wanting one particularly, do not follow. The snow 
ceases entirely and the sun adding its power everywhere, it 
is now melting and dropping from the evergreens. Just 
before reaching the camp of the hunters, the tracks of a cow 
caribou with her calf walking beside her, are also passed 
over. Taking a very early dinner with the boys, at their 
earnest invitation (just to please them) and praising their 
really excellent baked beans, warm biscuit and smoking hot 
gingerbread, we picked up our rifles and hurried away over 
our back tracks. 
By this time the snow was melting down fast, and contin- 
ually dropping from off the trees, and the tracking was 
elegant. Passing over the tracks of the two caribou, I 
noticed they had nearly disappeared from the sun shining so 
warm upon them. And in walking over the high land 
beyond, just upon the higher part, when within a few steps 
of the spot where our pretty buck of the barren had crossed 
ten days before, I came toa halt, for I had blazed a small 
tree one upon each side of his former track, and lo, between 
the same two trees a fresh track showed, so lately made, that I 
looked long and carefully in the direction the toes pointed 
before moving, and then stepping up to it, softly whispered, © 
