At last the stars alone cast their reflections in the glassy lake, and although from a distant mountain side we at last received an answer to our call, we could not draw the animal to the water’s edge.
We had paddled over ten miles. It was now 2 o’clock in the morning, and we returned to camp. I was too stiff to move, and the Indian lifted me from the canoe to the shore, while I realized that I had experienced all the pleasures of moose hunting—save the moose.
CHAPTER VI.
“And now the thicken’d sky
Like a dark ceiling stood; down rushed the rain
Impetuous.”—Milton.
DECREASE OF OUR PROVISIONS.—FACE TO FACE WITH STARVATION.—SORE TRIALS.—SHOEING CANOES.—THROUGH THE STORM.—WE SIGHT THE WATERS OF THE AROOSTOOK.—“HURRAH!”
After this adventure we moved our camp to the foot of the first Mansungun Lake, which has for its outlet a river bearing the same name.