A MIGHTY-ANTLERED BEAST. 213 



then having reached the edge of the spruce 

 forest, commanded a view over a large extent 

 of open ground in front of us — open, that is, 

 except for a short growth of stunted willow 

 scrub. And there, not more than a hundred 

 yards away from us, we saw a magnificent 

 bull moose walking slowly down the open 

 valley and evidently entirely unsuspicious of 

 danger. 



His horns, I saw at a glance, were of huge 

 size, and almost white in colour, as were those 

 of the first bull I had shot ten days previously. 

 In Eastern Canada I think it is rare to meet 

 with moose anywhere except in forest-covered 

 coimtry, but in the wild mountain regions of the 

 Yukon territory these animals may sometimes 

 be seen in the autmiin on bare open ground 

 well above timber line. 



A view of such a mighty-antlered prehistoric- 

 looking beast, standing clear of all cover on 

 the bare snow-covered ground, in the midst of 

 magnificent mountain scenery, is a sight that 

 once seen can never be forgotten. 



But it was impossible for me on the occasion 



