some help
in securing the material they had a great deal of fun in trying it. The
first thing they did was to make a great black rag mouse about as big as
a beaver. To this was added a tail about five feet long. Then to the
nose of this great bogus mouse was attached one end of a large ball of
twine. This was the whole outfit, except, of course, the guns. One
evening an Indian arrived with the news that at a certain place the
great white owls had been seen in numbers, and perhaps it would be a
good place to go and see what could be done in capturing some. As it
was a very pleasant evening and the place mentioned was not very far
away, Sam had little Roderick packed with him in his cariole, and with
the mouse, ball of twine, and gun, and attended by one of the Indian
servants, they drove over to the spot. The big mouse was placed on the
snow as far out from the shore as the string would allow. The dogs with
the cariole were driven into the shadow of a large spruce tree that grew
on the very edge of the lake. Here the Indian, with Sam and Roderick,
although completely hidden in the shade, could see distinctly everything
outside, for the moon was now up and shining with wondrous beauty. For
a time they remained there under the tree in complete silence. Then the
clear vision of the Indian enabled him to be the first to detect the
presence of an owl.

"Hist!" he quietly uttered, and then as he pointed out the object they
were able to see a great owl sailing round and round up in the air,
perhaps fifty feet directly over the big black bogus mouse. Suddenly he
made a swift dive down for it. But at that instant the Indian, who had
hold of the end of the cord, gave it a sudden jerk and pulled the mouse
in a dozen feet or so nearer to them. This apparent big jump of the
mouse seemed to disconcert the owl, and so he quickly flew away. But it
was only for a moment, and then back he came. Round and round in
circles he flew, getting nearer and nearer all the time, when once more
he dashed down on the big mouse. But another sudden jerk had pulled the
mouse out of his reach, and so the owl failed once more.

"Get your gun ready," said the Indian to Sam; "he will be mad now, and
so we will soon have him near."

It was just as the Indian had predicted. The owl seemed angry at having
been fooled the second time, and so when he rose up again and saw that
great big mouse, which would, to judge by its size, make him such