Rod and gun . hills, the two canoes were shovedoff from shore with their respective occu-pants, bound in different directions. TheIndians, notfor-g e t ting ourtour of inspec-tion of the lakein the forenoon,had mental 1 ymapped out theweedy bayswhere we werelikely to meetthe mooseDavid and Iwere not verytalkative, forthe one verygood reason,that we couldnot understandone another, sothat our com-pany was a si-lent one, butnone the lessagreeable, for on such night excursionsquietude was necessary for the sake ofthe object of the mission, and the sur-roundings seemed to fit in very well withsuch
Rod and gun . hills, the two canoes were shovedoff from shore with their respective occu-pants, bound in different directions. TheIndians, notfor-g e t ting ourtour of inspec-tion of the lakein the forenoon,had mental 1 ymapped out theweedy bayswhere we werelikely to meetthe mooseDavid and Iwere not verytalkative, forthe one verygood reason,that we couldnot understandone another, sothat our com-pany was a si-lent one, butnone the lessagreeable, for on such night excursionsquietude was necessary for the sake ofthe object of the mission, and the sur-roundings seemed to fit in very well withsuch a silence. David paddled, and 1sat quietly in the bow with my loadedrifle crossed over my knees ready for anyemergency, as we headed towards theeast, with the glowing sunset in ourrear. It was a perfect night overhead,with a sky as clear and bright lookingas one could desire, and the rays of therising moon struggling to snifT out theglow of the setting sun. It is strangethat on this lake, sitting in the bottom. REVILLON FRERE S STORE WHERE THE PROFESSOR ANDA MONTH. of a frail canoe, slowly and quietly glid-ing along as we were, you get the feel-ing that you are on the top of the earthand that all the houses in civilization ireaway down below the low even range ofhills which appear around the border ofthe lake like a wall holding the water ina great big basin, and this feeling growsupon you until you actually think thatyou have only to pick up a stone andthrow it over one of the sides of the lake,and that it will roll away down into somecity or town many thousands of milesbelow. The sensation was fascinatingand quite sufficient to make one forgetthe moose in the wood, or any othergame for that matter, but for the fact that we pres-ently entered abay, and underthe shadow ofthe foliage sur-r o u n ding it,and a high rockybluff, came to astandstill. AUthe while wehad been mov-ing along Da-vids paddlingfdid not make apercept iblesound, but themotion of themoving era f tover the wate
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