A CURIOUS EXPERIENCE 349 



moss over it, and left it to be called for on our 

 way back, on the morrow. 



It was shortly after three when we again 

 pushed off in the canoe, and headed for the 

 western end of the lake, for the landing from 

 which the portage led to our cabin. It had 

 been a red-letter day, of the ordinary hunting 

 red-letter type. I had no conception that the 

 real adventure still lay in front of us. 



When half a mile from the landing we saw 

 another big bull moose on the edge of the shore 

 ahead of us. It looked and was — if anything — 

 even bigger-bodied than the one I had shot in 

 the morning, with antlers almost as large and 

 rather more palmated. We paddled up to with- 

 in a hundred yards of it, laughing and talking, 

 and remarking how eager we would have been 

 if we had not already got our moose. At first 

 it did not seem to notice us. Then it looked at 

 us but paid us no further heed. We were 

 rather surprised at this but paddled on past 

 it, and it then walked along the shore after us. 

 We still supposed that it did not reaUze what 

 we were. But another hundred yards put us 

 to windward of it. Instead of turning into the 

 forest when it got our wind, it merely bristled 

 up the hair on its withers, shook its head, and 

 continued to walk after the canoe, along the 



