In the night the wind veered to the north and a steady rain set in, which was still falling when morning came.  All were up late for it was too stormy to travel, and rest still seemed very good.  While eating breakfast we heard geese calling not far away, and started on a goose hunt.  It did not prove very exciting, nor very fruitful of geese.  They were at the head of the bay which ran in east of our island.  There were a number of small islands in the bay separated by rock-strewn shallows, and having landed Job and Joe on one of the largest of these, George, Gilbert and I paddled round to the south of the group, and came out in the upper part of the bay.  There just over the marsh grass at its head we saw five geese, but they saw us too, and before we could get near them were up and away.  On the way back four red-throated loons, two old and two young, and a spruce partridge were taken.

It was nearly noon when we reached camp again, and the men were in the midst of preparing dinner when they caught sight of a big caribou stag swimming across to the point south of us.  In such circumstances Job was indescribable.  He seemed as if suddenly inspired with the energy of a flying bullet, and moved almost as silently.  There was a spring for the canoe, and in much less time than it takes to tell it, the canoe was in the water with Job, Gilbert, and George plying their paddles with all their strength.  As had happened before, the splendid creature almost reached the shore when a bullet dropped in front of him, and he turned back.  His efforts were now no match for the swift paddle strokes that sent the canoe lightly towards him, and soon a shot from George’s rifle ended the struggle.  He was towed ashore, bled and gralloched, and brought to camp in the canoe.

Most of the afternoon was spent in cutting up the caribou, and putting it on a stage to dry.  While they were busy with their task there came again the sound of the wild goose call.  Seizing the rifles, George and Gilbert made off across the island, and soon came back with two young geese, and word that there was another there but too far out in the water for them to get it.  Whereupon Job and Joe went off in the canoe, and after a short time came back with a third.  This made a pretty good day’s hunt.  George’s record was, one spruce partridge, two young geese, and one caribou.

We had young wild goose for supper that night.  I think I never have tasted anything more delicious, and with hot fried cakes it made a supper fit for a king.  As we ate the men talked about the calls of the wild birds.

George said:  “I do like to hear a wild goose call.”  Certainly no one who heard him say it would doubt his word.  After a little he continued:  “There is another bird, too, that the Indians call ’ah-ha-way,’ that I used to like so much to listen to when I was a boy.  How I used to listen to that bird call.  I tell you if you heard that bird call you could just sit and listen and listen.  I don’t know the English name for it.  It is a very small duck, just a very little bird.”