excitement by the numerous cries of
the wild geese that could be distinctly heard as well as seen, as they
kept flying in great lines or triangles to and from their feeding
grounds.

As this was a favourite resort for the Indian hunters, all preparations
had been made for the goose hunting. Large nest-like piles of dry hay
with reeds and rushes had been gathered in certain favourite places. In
each of these a hollow had been formed in the centre like a bird's nest,
large enough for two persons to cozily ensconce themselves, so low down
as only to be observed by the geese when flying directly overhead.
After dinner four of these big nest-like affairs were freshened up with
some bundles of dry old grass, which was cut in an old disused beaver
meadow.

A number of old decoys, made to look like geese when feeding, were
arranged in the right position, which always varies according to the
direction of the wind. Then Ooseemeemou, taking Frank with him, gave
Alec and Sam each in charge of a clever Indian hunting companion. One
Indian, whose name was Oostaseemou, had a nest to himself. Thus
assorted, our party took possession of their four nests and awaited
developments. The boys were greatly amused at the queer little white
cotton caps which each one had to put on. Everything in the shape of
colour had to be carefully hidden. Geese are not easily alarmed by
anything white, and will come quite near to persons thus dressed.

While now waiting for the arrival of the game, the boys were each
instructed how to act in case the geese should come within range. They
generally fly down with the wind and arise facing it. Since the decoys
are so arranged in the goose grass that the geese in coming down to join
those already there must, in availing themselves of the wind to help
them to alight, come within range of the nests in which are hidden the
hunters. Then, when the firing of the guns alarm them, and those unhurt
rise to escape, they have to so use the wind to help them that they
again come within range, and thus receive a second volley. When the
second volley is fired the dead and wounded are quickly secured by the
hunters, who jump out of the nests and make chase after them. There is
lots of fun and some danger of ugly blows, for an old wounded goose
sometimes makes a good fight.

Fortunately for our young hunters, a good stiff breeze was blowing when
they took their places in these queer nests, and, with their two