The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-10-21

come we decided that he had at last
got his mo ose. The wind was blowing
hard and two guides and the Meads
and myself rugged a sail on the big
canoe and sailed over the lake to the
portage to meet the other party. When
half way across the portage we met
them.
Miller Gets Big Fellow.
The night before Mr.. Miller's guide
had called" about o'clock and the
moose had answered. At / o'clock in
the morning he had reached the lake
Then he hesitated at the brink of the
lake in toe bush. At o'clock in the
morning he went into the water and
Mr.. Miller was awakened by the guides,
who heard him in the water. he got
out of his sleeping bag and grabbed his
gun. Within fifty yards of the sleeping
bag the moose was shot by Mr. Miller
The moose mad walked right by the
camp in the dark
Mr.. Miller was 50 intent on hitting the
mos Sc right that he never saw the ami
mails head. and did not really know
that it had any horns. The moose
rolled over in deep water with one leg
sticking out. The first that Mr.. Miller
knew that the moose had magnificent
spread was when the guide lifted the
head out of the water. When he saw
the horns Mr.. Miller did the moose
dance" The Ontario record for moose
horns is, 1 believe, a spread of 81 inches.
The spread of Mr. Miller's moose was
90 inches.
Record Trip Homeward.
Then we broke camp and went down
the river making a record trip. When
we got back to Klock's ranch we sent
all the things by wagon, except two
canoes, and then going Gown the River
QuinZe, we shot most of the fifteen
rapids This was wildly exciting The
water dashed all over Us, even filling
the pockets of our coats.
Just to show the experiences of the
guides in handling the canoes in those
boiling. raging rapids, I will tell Won
how Jim the head guide. shot one
rapid. He got his canoe into the mid
die of the stream and then stood on his
head I'm the canoe, guiding it by waving
his legs in the air. 1 tried to get
picture. but it was too cloudy. This
rapid was so turbulept that the guides
would not allow US to shoot them.
Guides Are Models.
Our guides were wonderfully salts
factory, and would compare most 20
vorably, and decidedly to their own
advantage. with the cowboy guides we
Il
always pleasant and willing. and never
raised their voices. The marnifcent
silences, and the wonders of the soli-
tudes seemed to have touched their no-
lures. and 10 have made them lose all
the roughness and crudeness that Is
found in civilization. They were al
ways courteous and never gave com
mands. They made requests, but there
was no ordering"
The things they could do with the
Ratchet were wonderful. They couId
make furniture, tables, chairs. beds
everything with their hatchets and
without nail within hundreds OF
miles. They were unobtrusive and
spoke only when spoken to- They re-
manned by themselves in camp and
seemed to anticipate our every want
There was never thing on the en-
tire trip, except the incident OF the
wounded Indian boy. 10 irritate us I'm
any way. II was the most potent nerve
tonic that could be given. II did me
more good than any other outing L ever
had, and at the end of the trip we all
voted it the most delightful trip we
had ever taken.