served to guard against loss. Two days 

 more took us to our cache, which we reached 

 with our treasures in good condition. 



Everything was found in good shape at 

 the cache. The river was high and drift 

 wood running at such a rate as to render 

 navigation dangerous to our canvas craft, 

 so we were obliged to wait 3 or 4 days. This 

 time I utilized in gathering a few Indian 

 curios, and picking up some knowledge of 

 the fauna of the neighboring country. 



During our absence in the mountains 5 



moose and 4 bears had been killed by these 

 people, and though they (the natives) did 

 not number more than 25 men, women and 

 children, their supply of meat was almost ex- 

 hausted when we returned. To one un- 

 familiar with their manners and habits the 

 amount of meat one of them can eat at one 

 meal is astonishing. These 8 or 10 adults, 

 and 15 or 16 children are fully capable of con- 

 suming a large moose at one sitting, if really 

 hungry! Such a sitting would extend 

 through the greater part of one day. 



ONE MORE SHOT. 



W. H. CASE. 



The red is in the Western sky, 



The day is closing fast. 



The chill East wind across the marsh 



Brings thoughts of Lodge and warm repast. 



" Come boys." the older hunter says. 

 ' Your day's been filled with sport the best; 

 It's time to quit, more days will come 

 To satisfy your youthful zest." 



" Wait, Uncle John, just one more shot; 

 Another chance, I'll ask no more; 

 We've had a great day. that's a fact. 

 But one more duck will swell the score." 



But the flight had passed, 



They watch in vain through fading light; 



Safe in some secure retreat, 



The wild duck rested for the night. 



Then up decoys, and a pull for home 

 Along the darkening shore; 

 A good day's sport and a welcome back, 

 What boy could ask for more? 



" Just one more shot." How like us all 

 In life's long hunt for wealth and lore: 

 Some fail, but all alike. 

 Want one more chance to swell the score. 



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