. Rod and gun. HE portage was long andthe trail overgrown. * Thesetting sun had vanishedbehind a mass of stormclouds. Smoke from dis-tant forest fires made theshores oi the lake seemvague and uncertain, as Istepped out of the bush,loosened the tump-line and let the worrying pack slide down my back to the ground. The two c a n o e s were float-ing in the water, and the Indians pointed to my place in the bow. Experi e n- ced enough to ask n o questio n s, I picked up my camera, s t e p p ed with one s h o e-pac carefully in the middle of the frail Peterboro and shoved off. As I kneeled in my acc
. Rod and gun. HE portage was long andthe trail overgrown. * Thesetting sun had vanishedbehind a mass of stormclouds. Smoke from dis-tant forest fires made theshores oi the lake seemvague and uncertain, as Istepped out of the bush,loosened the tump-line and let the worrying pack slide down my back to the ground. The two c a n o e s were float-ing in the water, and the Indians pointed to my place in the bow. Experi e n- ced enough to ask n o questio n s, I picked up my camera, s t e p p ed with one s h o e-pac carefully in the middle of the frail Peterboro and shoved off. As I kneeled in my accustomed place, Michel whispered bull-moose out in lake. Only an Indians trained senses could know that there was anvthinir out there. rm: lokd ov the lakks but mist, smoke and the guardian loonwhich shrieked high above our heads. With long silent strokes of the paddleMichel sent the canoe leaping noiselesslythrough the water. Then he stoppedand froze stiff as a setter before a the silent paddle strokes andagain the motionless pause. My strain-ing eyes could still see nothing last, after alternately paddling anddrifting for half a mile, he whispered,,there he goes down again, and I wasfeeding onthe lilypads, andthe stren-uous pad-dling hadbeen done,w hen hewas belowthe surfaceof the wa-ter, and thedri f t i n gw hen hestood up tob r e a I sawhim dimly through the smoke—a fine,well-nourished fellow with antlers whichmany a man would give a years pay to-see stretched out over the fire-place athome. Hut at that season we were his 424 ROD AND GUN AND MOTOR SPORTS IN CANADA. friends and had no designs upon the no-ble old gentleman beyond a deep-seatedyearning to t
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