berculosis begotten of insufficient nourishment, was happy in these
strange days--even to the extent of looking with wondrous eyes on the
nooks which we loved--nooks which previously for him had only sheltered
possible "dead-falls" or not, as the discerning eye of the trapper
decided the prospects for pelf.

Going ashore on a sandy beach, Jimmie wandered down its length, his
hunter mind seeking out the footprints of his prey. He stooped down, and
then beckoned me to come, which I did.

Pointing at the sand, he said, "You know him?"

"Wolves," I answered.

"Yes--first time I see 'em up here--they be follerin' the
deers--bad--bad. No can trap 'em--verrie smart."

A half-dozen wolves had chased a deer into the water; but wolves do not
take to the water, so they had stopped and drank, and then gone
rollicking-together up the beach. There were cubs, and one great track
as big as a mastiff might make.

"See that--moose track--he go by yesterday;" and Jimmie pointed to
enormous footprints in the muck of a marshy place. "Verrie big moose--we
make call at next camp--think it is early for call."

At the next camp Jimmie made the usual birch-bark moose-call, and at
evening blew it, as he also did on the following morning. This camp was
a divine spot on a rise back of a long sandy beach, and we concluded to
stop for a day. The Norseman and I each took a man in our canoes and
started out to explore. I wanted to observe some musk-rat hotels down in
a big marsh, and the Norseman was fishing. The attorney was content to
sit on a log by the shores of the lake, smoke lazily, and watch the sun
shimmer through the lifting fog. He saw a canoe approaching from across
the lake. He gazed vacantly at it, when it grew strange and more unlike
a canoe. The paddles did not move, but the phantom craft drew quickly
on.

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"Say, Furguson--come here--look at that canoe."

The Scotchman came down, with a pail in one hand, and looked.
"Canoe--hell--it's a moose--and there ain't a pocket-pistol in this
camp," and he fairly jumped up and down.

"You don't say--you really don't say!" gasped the lawyer, who now began
to exhibit signs of insanity.

"Yes--he's going to be d----d sociable with us--he's coming right bang
into this camp."

The Indian too came down, but he was long past talking English, and the
gutturals came up in lumps, as though he was trying to keep them down.

The moose finally struck a long poi