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March, 1921 
BAGGING A SEAL 
FOR A MUSEUM 
(CONTINUED FROM PAGE 105) 
the circus. Thus racing madly around 
and around in an ever widening ring, 
they finally dispersed. 
Much mystified at these unusual an- 
tics, I turned my attention to father 
seal. Where could he be? Although the 
shot had been the merest freak of 
chance, I was quite convinced that he 
was squarely hit, and by a metal- jack- 
eted pellet of lead which no game this 
side of a grizzly could get away with. 
Wonderingly I paddled about among the 
kelp keeping an eye peeled. Presently 
I noticed a long, dark body in a clump 
of sea-weed at my left. I turned the 
prow towards it. It forthwith disap- 
peared. When I reached the spot I 
found the water to be stained with crim- 
son. Again I saw the long, shining 
body, this time on my right — again it 
plunged at my approach, just before I 
could draw a bead. This game of tag 
continued for about a quarter hour — 
nor would father seal allow me the 
chance to give him the coup de grace. 
A T length he seemed to be wearing 
himself out — at least, so I fan- 
cied. His movements became slow- 
er and he came to the surface more fre- 
quently. As we kept this up I became 
more proficient at gauging the distance 
and in guessing where he would make 
his next appearance. After about his 
seventh submersion I paddled over to an 
extra large bed of sea-weed. Here, 
thought I, surely, he will present himself 
for the farewell shot. All too well had 
I made the guess. The kelp suddenly 
separated twenty inches from my left 
knee. A huge head with wolf fangs and 
leering, blood-shot eyes launched its 
bulk at me with a gurgling bellow. 
Straight over starboard I went, almost 
overturning the craft and very nearly 
losing my rifle in the deep. Just as 
instantly, perceiving myself to be in de 
cidedly the wrong element, I wriggled 
into the canoe again with a rapidity 
nothing short of miraculous. 
Regaining my breath and my wits, 
I turned my thoughts once more to my 
weird adversary. There he was, this 
time behind me, swinging in a hammock 
of kelp and apparently breathing his 
last. I paddled discreetly towards him. 
He made several efforts to dive, but 
without success. Tearing the rope 
quickly away from the prow-ring, I 
made a crude though long lariat. To 
throw this on top of him would be sim- 
ple, but how to get it around his slip- 
pery neck was some problem. Chance 
helped me again, -however. Approach- 
ing as close as I dared, I threw the cir- 
cular noose on the animal’s head. Just 
as soon as he felt it he made a lunge 
forward and the rope fell and tightened. 
The sport which ensued was rare and 
wondrous. It was a climax befitting the 
drama. With all the despairing agony 
of a last fight for life papa seal struck 
out for Australia, and away he went 
waltzing through the merry waves. 
identify you. 
