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out a bit, hoping for a quartering shot at least, but the strong 
breeze has borne to him an unusual scent in the pure air, and 
when the little lady first shows her head by the turn, he 
wheels and shows his heels, as he trots in the too handy 
bushes. A waving of the branches for a short piece is seen, 
marking his route, then his head and antlers as he stops far 
beyond just a half moment to look back. 
We turn about for the lake and camp, and the Commodore, 
usually of a quiet, calm manner, now actually bubbles up, 
while thinking of the buck, and remarks: 
‘¢Even now I shan’t get very angry,” and ‘‘ good evening, 
this time ; but the next time we visit you we shall invite you to 
camp, and think you will go, too. The idea of your running 
away when you have callers is ridiculous. Why! you haven’t 
even a caribou’s curiosity; and we consider you a big, fat 
foolish—” 
‘¢ Was he very fat, Commodore?” 
‘*Sure! I hada glimpse of him as he jumped around ; short, 
fat, and as round as an apple.” 
‘¢ Gracious !” 
On our way down we see another feeding spot tramped over 
by the caribou, but do not stop to further investigate, satisfied 
that the chances are many, and game enough all about the 
lake and streams. Our ducks seem to have hidden a little 
away from the stream some place, likely feeding on the little 
baby frogs, in some sunny puddle inland. 
The sun is always travelling too fast for us when enjoying 
the fine days, and now is nearly in the southwest, and we dip 
more lively for the lake, while. the long waving ripples lap 
the shore upon each side of the stream behind us. A mus- 
quash ducks down his head and goes sliding plump into the 
