Yor answer I reached in my pocket and 
vulled out my last shell. This, with 
he one in the gun, was all I had left, 
nd I had not dared to let the moose 
et any further away. The other side 
f the pond was a good three hundred 
ards off. 
i\Y7 HEN I showed the shell to Joe, 
he grinned—‘“Pretty good for one 
aorning, wolf and moose. We go to 
amp, get more shells and kill caribou 
o-morrow.” But we had not figured 
n the trouble in store for us in getting 
he moose to shore. First we cut a 
mg pole and I went out on the edge 
f the bog to sound the depth of the 
vater and mud. I drove the stick down 
_good twenty feet without hitting bot- 
om, so we concluded to make a raft. 
Vith my hunting-axe we cut 
hree dry tamarack logs and 
arried them to the water. 
Then with my belt and sling 
trap for my gun, we fastened 
he logs together, and Joe set 
ail for the moose. He had to 
it on the raft with his feet 
lragging on either side, pro- 
elling himself with a long 
sole. After much pushing and 
ome swearing he got out to 
he moose which was about 
(00 yards from shore. 
» after he got there, try 
as he would, Joe could not 
ven move the head enough to 
kin out the neck. He finally 
rave up and pushed back to 
hore. After we had eaten 
yur lunch of bannock and cold 
yacon, we set out for camp, 
eaving the moose where he 
vas till the following day when 
ve would return with more 
1elp. 
We arrived in camp about 
1:30, and Jack the cook was be 
he only one there to hear of 
yur good fortune. My main 
‘ecollection of that evening was Joe 
standing in the circle of fire-light, the 
olf skin draped over one shoulder, 
elling the Indians and other members 
of our party how we had killed the 
wolf. Getting the moose seemed no 
ichievement, but still-hunting quietly 
ough to get close to a pack of wolves 
vas something, apparently, that Joe 
vas very proud of. The story lost 
sothing in his telling of it. 


THE next morning we started out 
* early with two members of our 
varty and their two guides. We had 
vith us every tump line in camp, be- 
ides fifty feet of light rope. Arriving 
t the pond we tied all the tump lines 
gether and Joe again got on the raft 
i? 
and pushed out to the moose, taking 
one end of the tump lines with him. 
After considerable difficulty, he tied 
the end around the antlers, and the 
rest of us who were standing on the 
bog began pulling on the other end. 
I was first man on the line with three 
more behind me. At first we could not 
budge the moose at all, but at last Joe 
pried up the antler that was fast in 
the mud and we began pulling the 
moose to shore. 
E all had great confidence in the 
strength of that tump line—too 
much confidence—for it suddenly part- 
ed and I found myself laying in about 
a foot of water. The only consolation 
I had was that when I looked back of 
me no one was standing. They were 

The author exhibits his wolf trophy. 
all flat on their backs in the mud and 
water. My kodak, which I foolishly 
had over my shoulder, was full of 
water, and I lost a good film of pictures 
which I had taken on the first part of 
the trip. After about an hour’s work 
we finally got the moose to the edge of 
the bog where the Indians soon made 
quick work of skinning out the head. 
Tes packed out the head while I took 
a hind-quarter, which was all I 
could carry comfortably. The rest of 
the party stayed at the little pond, in- 
tending to hunt farther south of it 
during the afternoon. If it had not 
been for their help we would never 
have gotten my moose out of the 
pond, ; 
The next two days Joe and I spent 
in camp, cleaning the moose head and 
scraping the wolf hide. The weather 
during this time was ideal; clear and 
cool in the daytime and freezing hard 
at night. The cold nights were start- 
ing the caribou moving from one island 
to another, as they are great swimmers 
as well as travelers. 
JOE and I talked the situation over 
and the result of our “confab” was 
that Joe went to the cook and ordered 
“one lunch for two for three days.” 
We had decided to take a canoe the fol- 
lowing morning and paddle to another 
island about four miles away where 
Joe thought we might find caribou. 
The next morning dawned cloudy and 
windy, threatening rain any minute. 
We left camp at 6:30 with a 
little grub and our blankets 
packed in water-proof duffle 
bags. We crossed to the near- 
est island on our east and 
paddled up the shore to keep 
out of the wind. As we ap- 
proached a big bay I saw what 
I took to be a cow moose walk- 
ing rapidly along the shore. 
Joe said, “Caribou, I tell him 
by her walk.” Through the 
glasses I could see plainly that 
it was a caribou with the grey 
on the neck and rump. It only 
had a small set of horns and 
probably was a cow. We 
crossed the bay and continued 
up the shore. The wind was 
increasing and quite a sea was 
running, so when Joe sug- 
gested we pull into a cove and 
smoke, I welcomed a chance to 
rest, 
Y the time we had finished 
our pipes it was raining 
hard and the wind had in- 
creased to a gale. Our des- 
tination was another island 
about a mile from where we 
were in the cover, and in order to reach 
this island we had to cross almost a 
mile of open water. Joe made every- 
thing ship-shape in the bottom of the 
canoe and we pushed out of the cove 
heading for the other island. 
AKE NIPIGON is a body of water 
some 85 miles long and 40 miles 
wide., It is filled with many islands 
varying in size from a quarte” of a mile 
to 15 miles long. If it were not for 
these many islands to break the wind, 
it would be impossible to handle canoes 
on it. I have never seen a body of 
water where a wind springs up so sud- 
denly out of a perfect calm, and where 
the water can change in a short fifteen 
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