the animal through the brush. Pete did not see it when it started,
but heard it running up the shore, and away be started in that
direction, running and leaping recklessly over the fallen tree trunks.
Presently the caribou turned from the river and showed itself on the
burned plateau above, two hundred yards from Pete. The Indian halted
for a moment and fired--then fired again. I hastened up and came upon
Pete standing by the prostrate caribou and grinning from ear to ear.

The carcass was quickly skinned and the meat stripped from the bones
and carried to the canoe. Here on the shore we made a fire, broiled
some thick luscious steaks, roasted some marrow bones and made tea.
All the bones except the marrow bones of the legs were abandoned as an
unnecessary weight. Pete broke a hole through one of the shoulder
blades and stuck it on a limb of a tree above the reach of animals.
That, you know, insures further good luck in hunting. It is a sort of
offering to the Manitou. We took the skin with us. "Maybe we need
him for something," said Pete. "Clean and smoke him nice, me; maybe
mend clothes with him."

The larger pieces of our venison were to be roasted when we halted in
the evening. We could not dally now, and I chose this method of
preserving the meat, rather than "jerk" it (that is, dry it in the
open air over a smoky fire), which would have necessitated a halt of
three or four days.

Within three hours after we had first seen the caribou we were on our
way again. The river up which we were passing was from two to four
hundred yards in width, and with the exception of an occasional rock,
had a gravelly bottom, and the banks were generally low and gravelly.
A little distance back ridges of low hills paralleled the stream, and