y and their owner must be near. So I
hurried back to the camp, and signalled to the men to return, and told
them what I had seen. There was an amused look on their faces, but they
were very polite and courteous men, and so they accompanied me to the
creek, where, with a good deal of pride, I pointed out to them the
footprints of cattle, and stated that I thought that they and their
owners could not be far off. They listened to me patiently, and then
made me feel extremely foolish by uttering the word "Moose." I had
mistaken the footprints of a herd of moose for a drove of cattle, much
to their quiet amusement.

We looked around for a time, and, getting no clue, we embarked in our
canoe, and started to explore the different streams that flowed into or
out of this picturesque lake. After several hours of unsuccessful work
we entered into the mouth of quite a fine river, and began paddling up
it, keeping close to one of its sandy shores. Suddenly one of my
Indians sprang up in the canoe, and began carefully examining some small
tracks on the shore. A few hasty words were uttered by the men, and
then we landed.

They closely inspected these little footprints, and then exclaimed, "We
have got it now, Missionary; we can take you soon to the Indians!"

"What have you discovered?" I said. "I see nothing to tell me where
the Indians are."

"We see it very plain," was the reply. "You sent word that you were
coming to meet them this moon. They have been scattered hunting, but
are gathering at the place appointed, and a canoe of them went up this
river yesterday, and the dog ran along the shore, and these are his
tracks."

I examined these impressions in the sand, and said, "The country is full
of wild animals; these may be the tracks of a wolf or wolverine or some
other beast."

They only laughed at me, and said, "We can see a great difference
between these tracks and those made by the wild animals."

Our canoe was soon afloat again, and, using our paddles vigorously, we
sped rapidly along the river. With no other clue than those little
footprints in the sand my men confidently pushed along. After paddling
for about twenty miles we came to the camp-fire, still smouldering,
where the Indians had slept the night before. Here we cooked our
dinner, and then hurried on, still guided by the little tracks along the
shore. Towards evening we reached the encampment, just as my canoemen
had intimated we should.

Th