DOWN THE ATHABASCA. ZN 
than once the trail was lost in the windfalls and jungle, 
but at length, getting another side view, I shot her 
through the heart, bringing the noble beast with a thud 
to the ground. Nothing had been seen of the calf since 
the beginning of the hunt, but going back to the shore to 
get assistance, I found that the men had captured and 
made it a prisoner beside the canoes. Taking charge of 
the captive myself, I sent the men into the woods to skin 
the deer and “pack” the meat out to shore. The little 
calf, which I held by the ear, was very young, and not 
at all wild. Indeed, though I let go my hold, the little 
creature did not care to go away, but kept on calling for 
its mother in such a pitiful way that it made me 
heartily sorry for having bereft it. After the space of 
an hour or so my brother and the men returned, well 
loaded with fresh meat and a fine moose-hide. The meat 
was placed in sacks and stowed away in the canoes, but 
the hide being heavy and of little value to us, was placed 
on a big stone in the sun to dry and await the ownership 
of the first Indian who should pass that way. 
As it was now nearly noon, it was decidéd to take 
dinner before re-embarking, and while the cooks were 
devoting their attention to bannocks and moose-steaks 
my brother and I were debating as to what we should do 
with the calf. We had not the heart to deliberately 
shoot it, but were unable to take it with us alive, as we 
would like to have done. Through a suggestion of one 
of the men a happy alternative was decided on. Other 
moose were doubtless in the vicinity, so that the calling 
of the calf would hkely attract some of them, and in the 
event of this taking place it was said that the little moose 
would attach itself to another female. With the hope 
