ts food, and to
pursue it on the run only improves the flavour and the texture of its
meat."

OLD-TIME HUNTING

After supper, as we sat in the comfortable glow of the fire, we talked
much of old-time hunting, for in certain parts of the Great Northern
Forest many of the ancient methods are practised to-day. Fire is often
made by friction; many hunters still use the bow and arrow, while
others use the flintlock gun; frequently, too, they rely upon their
spears; bone knives and awls as well as stone axes are still applied to
work; fish nets are yet woven from the inner bark of cedar; and still
to-day wooden baskets and birch-bark rogans are used for the purpose of
heating water and boiling food. Notwithstanding our far over-rated
civilization the natives in some sections are dressed to-day in
clothing entirely derived from the forest.

One of the most ancient methods of hunting and one which is still in
vogue in some remote localities is the "drive." Two famous places for
drive hunting in olden days were Point Carcajou on Peace River, and the
Grand Detour on Great Slave River. The former driving ground was about
thirty miles long by about three miles across, while the latter was
about fifteen miles long by about three miles across. The mode of
hunting was for a party of Indians to spread out through the woods, and
all, at an appointed time, to move forward toward a certain point, and
thus drive the game before them, until the animals, on coming out into
the open at the other end, were attacked by men in ambush. At those
driving grounds in the right season--even if a drive of only a few
miles were made--the Indians could count on securing two or three
bears, three or four moose, and twelve or fifteen caribou. But in
later years, a number of the drivers having been accidentally shot from
ambush, the practice has been discontinued in those localities.

THE BEAR IN HIS WASH

It is not an uncommon occurrence for a hunter, when travelling through
the winter woods, to discover the place where a bear is hibernating;
the secret being given away by the condensed breath of the brute
forming hoar frost about the imperfectly blocked entrance to the wash.
The Indians' hunting dogs are experts at finding such hidden treasure,
and when they do locate such a claim, they do their best to acquaint
their master of the fact.

One day when Oo-koo-hoo was snowshoeing across a beaver meadow, his
dogs, having gained the wooded