Stanton to follow with Richards. Pete's eyes, as always, were
scanning with keen scrutiny every inch of shore. Suddenly he
straightened up, peered closely at an island, and in a stage whisper
exclaimed "Caribou! Caribou! Don't make noise! Paddle, quick!"

We saw them then--two old stags and a fawn--on an island, but they had
seen us, too, or winded us more likely, and, rushing across the
island, took to the water on the opposite side, making for the
mainland. We bent to our paddles with all our might, hoping to get
within shooting distance of them, but they had too much lead. We all
tried some shots when we saw we could not get closer, but the deer
were five hundred yards away, and from extra exertion with our
paddles, we were unable to hold steady, and missed.

Our canoes were turned into an arm of the lake leading to the
northward. Amongst some islands we came upon a flock of five geese--
two old ones and three young ones. The old ones had just passed
through the molting season, and their new wing feathers were not long
enough to bear them, and the young ones, though nearly full grown, had
not yet learned to fly. Pete brought the mother goose and two of her
children down with the shotgun, but father gander and the other
youngster escaped, flapping away on the surface of the lake at a
remarkable speed, and they were allowed to go with their lives without
a chase.

We stumbled upon the trail leading from Lake Minisinaqua, almost
immediately upon landing. Its course was in a northerly direction
through the valley of a small river that emptied into the lake. This
valley was inclosed by low hills, and the country, like that between
Washkagama and Lake Minisinaqua, was well covered with the same