
JOCKO TECONNAIS, WALTER FERRIS AND LOUIS SOUCI—JOCKO SEATED ON DR. 
HUGHES’S 634-INCH MOOSE 
when I git to dreamin’ about it. On this 
trip about which I’m narratin’ the sport I 
was guidin’ had with him a peculiar make of 
whistle that he told me they call a ‘siren,’ and 
when ye’d blow on it it made a wailin’ sound 
that came as near to bein’ the cry of a pan- 
ther without bein’ the same that ever I 
heard. He blew it fer me one day when we 
were some miles from the rest of the gang 
and then and there the two of us in a devil- 
ish moment planned our little game. We 
tuck one other guide in pardnership with us, 
little Canadian Joe, and the next night when 
we were all cuddled up close to the fire and 
blazin’ away as usual, Joe and the feller 
with the whistle got up and started to the 
spring fer drinkin’ water. Now, there was 
a guy named Billy in the party, and begosh 
I think he was afraid of his own shadow, 
and he bein’ skinny dis shadow wasn’t 
much, even at high noon. ‘What would ye 
say if I told you that I seen panther tracks 
off in the woods to-day,’ says I—and Billy’s 
eyes opened as wide as saucers, till I was 
almost sorry I spoke.”’ 
Here Harlow paused, relit his pipe, looked 
around to satisfy himself that we were all 
interested, and then went on: 
‘““Now, one guide, as you know, will 
seldom contradict another, and some of the 
down-river guides probably really believed 
the story and I’m blame sure most of the 
