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another shot, bnt waited where I was for Louis 

 to join me. 



Suddenly I was greatly surprised to see 

 the moose trot off. Louis and I at once started 

 in pursuit, and very soon almost ran on to it 

 lying down amongst some small thickly growing 

 spruce trees. It jumped up and again made 

 off without my being able to get a shot at it, 

 but we ran hard on its tracks, now sprinkled 

 thickly with blood, which showed up very 

 plainly on the pure white snow. 



We had run for more than a mile, I should 

 think, without again sighting the wounded 

 moose, and I was beginning to think that my 

 bullet had either broken up on impact, or had 

 been deflected from a vital organ by a bone, 

 when we again sighted it now walking slowly 

 up the side of a bare ridge. Making a spurt I 

 got to within one hundred and fifty yards of it 

 before it topped the ridge. It then turned and 

 saw me, and was starting off again at a trot 

 as I fired. 



I was very unsteady after my hard run, but 



managed to hit it, as we afterwards discovered, 



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