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we dip a pail of water for our tea, it cannot be disputed that 
we are drinking from twenty-six different branches, and five 
pretty little lakes, and all within a half day’s tramp. What 
spawning chances for the trout, and what a territory for game 
and fish. Here it will be a long day before artificial hatching 
will be talked of. And for the game, the forest here is suited 
well; all so gloriously wild, among the hills and between the 
many sweet waters. No tinkle of the cow bell here to warn 
them to get back, away from this, to far beyond the distant 
hills, and leave forever their cool, shady streams and choice 
feeding grounds. 
As we are well out upon the lake and can see the extent of 
it and the thickly-wooded levels and valleys, the mountains, 
hills and ridges, all so beautiful, so grand, we have ceased to 
ply the paddles, or dip but lightly, as the little lady drifts with 
the breeze, while we gaze enraptured upon this inspiriting 
scenery. 
Hark! what strange sounds do we hear, that so very seldom 
reach the ears of mankind? It is repeated in a few moments, 
and the sounds come from over the hills, perhaps a mile or so 
away. 
‘*Commodore, that’s no caribou !” 
‘¢No, a moose! listen!” 
This is well worth the waiting to listen to, and is to usa 
crowning sensation. After a little, it is heard apparently upon 
the higher line of. the ridge. 
‘¢ A cow moose calling!” 
Sure enough, this time we hear her plainly. Here they 
roam in peace, undisturbed for the most of the year. Some 
few are taken still hunting; some by calling them to you, 
imitating their own calling to each other, by making nearly 
