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shore, rolling his head from side to side as if com- 

 pletely mystified. 



Now swing your canoe well out into the lake, and 

 head him oE on the point, a quarter of a mile below. 

 Hold the canoe quiet just outside the lily pads by 

 grasping a few tough stems, and sit low. This time 

 the big object catches Mooween's eye as he rounds 

 the point ; and you have only to sit still to see him 

 go through the same maneuvers with greater mysti- 

 fication than before. 



Once, however, he varied his program, and gave 

 me a terrible start, letting me know for a moment 

 just how it feels to be hunted, at the same time 

 showing with what marvelous stillness he can glide 

 through the thickest cover when he chooses. 



It was early evening on a forest lake. The water 

 lay like a great mirror, with the sunset splendor still 

 upon it. The hush of twilight was over the wilder- 

 ness. Only the hermit-thrushes sang wild and sweet 

 from a hundred dead spruce tops. 



I was drifting about, partly in the hope to meet 

 Mooween, whose tracks were very numerous at the 

 lower end of the lake, when I heard him walkine in 

 the shallow water. Through the glass I made him 

 out against the shore, as he plodded along in my 

 direction. 



I had long been curious to know how near a bear 



