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forming this daring feat, he turned, stood erect, and with a look 
of triumph waved his hand and uttered a yell of delight. Sa- 
batisie answered the cry, and the rival brothers strained every 
nerve in the race. No huntsman ever cheered his hounds more 
merrily than did my pilot his light canoe. She seemed ‘ a thing 
of life,’ and well did she answer the call: she leapt! she flew ! 
skimming like a swallow on the surface, and mocking the rude 
waves which, as we advanced, seemed to roll in an opposite 
direction. On, on we dashed. Now the Moose are in view- 
now a bend in the stream hides them—and now again their 
broad antlers are seen waving to and fro on the rugged water. 
We were gaming rapidly, and the chase was becoming every 
moment more and more interesting. Adella was still some dis¬ 
tance in advance of us, when an abrupt turn hid both the game 
and our comrades; and before we rounded the rock, the sharp 
crack of a rifle told me Howard had got within range. A mo¬ 
ment, and we dashed round. The scene was wholly changed. 
Instead of a foaming torrent, rugged rocks and towering cliffs, the 
stream was now broad and placid, the banks verdant and easy 
of approach. The Moose were still struggling forward, and 
appeared to be making for a thickly wooded island in the centre 
of the river; nor could all the efforts of Adella prevent them from 
accomplishing their purpose. Our companions now paused, as if 
uncertain how to act; but Sabatisie, with a cheery cry, dashed 
on, and placed his canoe between the island and the main-land ; 
and Adella, taking the hint, gained a position so as to guard 
the other side. Sabatisie now rested for a moment, and leaning 
over the side of the canoe, took a long draught of water. He 
looked as fresh as when we started, and though the day was ex¬ 
cessively close and hot, yet not a drop of moisture appeared on 
his swarthy brow. After waiting some time in suspense,— 
* Sartain brother Howard send dog to drive Moose,’ muttered 
the Indian, in rather an anxious tone. Nor was he mistaken; 
for we soon heard the bay of the dog—but it was of short du¬ 
ration, and again all was quiet, when Sabatisie uttered a yell 
that made me almost spring out of the canoe. The Moose had 
