I MOVED SLOWLY. 199 



already related. It was still early in the 

 afternoon when, as I was looking down into 

 a broad open valley, I saw something move 

 amongst a scattered growth of spruce trees 

 about one thousand feet below me. 



I soon made it out to be a moose, and could 

 see that it was a bull as it had horns, and on 

 examining it with my glasses came to the 

 conclusion that its head would be worth having. 

 Almost immediately a second bull appeared, 

 but this latter was evidently a younger animal 

 than the first, as it looked smaller both in body 

 and in the size of its antlers. I watched these 

 two moose for some time. They kept con- 

 tinually butting one another, but only in a 

 playful way, and never clashed their horns 

 together. 



As the wind was blowing up the valley it 

 seemed an easy matter to get within shot of 

 them, and I soon set about descending the 

 hillside. Although this was rather open, except 

 here and there for a thin growth of low scrubby 

 bush, I did not think the moose were likely to 

 see me if I moved slowly and was careful to 



