Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-01-03

We had been in the woods several weeks and
had now turned our faces toward civilization
again. a week sooner than We had intended, but
that was because our provisions we're running
low. one Of the sacks containing our stores hav-
ing been lost on the first day ont by the trans
pOrtation company's hands while crossing one
of the portages. We waited for this sack a day
and half and finally went on without it. The
hrst night on our return journey We camped at
the head of what is called the .'long portage
on the Segondegaboosippi. portage a mile and
half long. none of the others-fifteen think
there are-being over if much as mile When
i camped at the same place the year before il
rained, this time il showed, so that in the
morning the ground was fairly well covered
where the timber not too thick and the
tent was coated half an inch deep. Having
only one Indian with We had to make two
trips over every portage, so early in the morn
ing, after breakfast. John and shouldered
our packs and made one trip half way over the
portage. putting down our loads. including nv
Winchester. and coming back to camp for our
second burdens, while Gabriel, Indian like,
undertook to run the empty canoe around the
bend OF the creek through the rapids working
much harder and longer than he would if be
bad simply picked it up and carried it across
the portage. When we reached the tent I
walked on toward the creek, telling John I
would go to the landing-only some thirty yards
of-and see if Gabriel had taken the canoe
and that nothing was left there.
BULL MOOSE.
When within two or three steps Of the bank
heard the ough, ough! Of bull moose close
hand, and looking to my right saw, about forty
yards off. an old bull standing. slowly turning
his head about and muttering to himself
shopping. turned and ran toward the tent
Half way l met John coming as fast in my
direction.
Did you see the old bull?'' he asked, in a
suppressed voice.
Yes / answered. sit will 60 right back Of
the tent. Have you buckshot cartridge for
your shotgun!"
Yes. he said. producing one from his
pocket, but will you shoot at it!'
his, perhaps. sounds like q silly question
but was not hunting moose on that trip and
although We had been weeks in the woods had
made no use of any of tine opportunities for
killing them that came to me unsought. still
less looked for them The only reason shot
this moose was because we were on our home
ward way. where three full days travel would
take Us out and / could make use Of it for
particular purpose.
Yes | replied, sit will make first-rate
specimen for the museum. | consider this q
proyidential dispensation"
SHOT AT BLACK PATCH.
By this time John had put the buck shot car
fridge in his gun and handed the latter to me.
while the moose had stopped about forty yards
or more back Of the tent with its head hidden
behind a large spruce. and a black patch about
a foot IN diameter. visible which 1 supposed
was Its shoulder or back of it. 1t was only by
raising myself on my toes and peerng over the
corner OF the tent, however, that / could see
TINS patch or ind an opening in the brush
through which / could shoot There was no
time to waste, as one step might spoil the
chance for any shot, l hired at once OF
went the bull With a rush. We heard him go
hundred yards or so. then all was still. This
was not necessarily sign that he had stopped
gong, for 4 moose when il wauts tn do an can