. Rod and gun . r out the wolves. The next morning brought two interest-ing things to light — the first an old wolf,found by my partner out on the lake. Aproperly handled, well-placed bait, hadthrown him off his guard. Three moreof his relatives in mischief hung on atree before the week was out. The sec-ond object brought in from close by wasthe skeleton of a deer, picked clean ofevery vestige of meat, the skin beingstripped off as though skinned by men. Then that ardent and most enthusiasticsportsman, and wolf hunter, Mr. ByronBrooks, of New York, made an offer thatproved his title to be call
. Rod and gun . r out the wolves. The next morning brought two interest-ing things to light — the first an old wolf,found by my partner out on the lake. Aproperly handled, well-placed bait, hadthrown him off his guard. Three moreof his relatives in mischief hung on atree before the week was out. The sec-ond object brought in from close by wasthe skeleton of a deer, picked clean ofevery vestige of meat, the skin beingstripped off as though skinned by men. Then that ardent and most enthusiasticsportsman, and wolf hunter, Mr. ByronBrooks, of New York, made an offer thatproved his title to be called a true sports-man, of ten dollars from his own pursefor every wolf scalp secured during thewinter. On the writer reminding himthat as wolves were numerous in theneighborhood and he might have to drawa fairly heavy cheque, he promptly re-plied, in a tone there was no misunder-standing: Accept; the heavier thecheque the better! an offer made in allsincerity and in a good cause. I accept- ROD AND GUN IN CANADA. A. C. Mott, Jr., in Boat, and Three Wolves. cd. and called home next day on urgentl»usiness, sent the following telegram:Four wolves; five inches of fresh snow,which message reached him soon afterhe arrived in Gotham. Mr. A. C. Mott, of Philadelphia,who stayed a couple of weeks in campand took back with him for mounting acouple of wolf pelts which he secured,and which will, as that gentleman jubi-lantly remarked, convince the sportsmenin the Quaker City that wolves are notonly to be found in Northern Ontario,but successfully hunted as well. It mattered not which camp we occu-pied, the long, weird howl of one wolfanswering another, often for the best partof a night, was constantly heard. Some-times it would be instantly answered bvthe yi-ki-hiis. as sharp as rifle shots, of apack giving tongue in pursuit of a deer. Just at daybreak one morning we wereawakened from a sound sleep — nothingunusual, certainly — by what sounded tome at first like a band of music, b
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