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roimd for some minutes when they suddenly 

 struck something about half-way up the hill- 

 side opposite, which looked to me like a moose 

 lying down. I thought I could see the dark 

 mass of his body surmounted by great white 

 horns. 



As far as my experience goes the horns of 

 old moose bulls in the Yukon territorj^are always 

 white — looking almost as if they were perished — 

 when the velvet is first rubbed off them, and 

 they remain white all September and during 

 the early part of October. Whether they 

 become brown like the horns of moose in 

 Eastern Canada later on in the season I do 

 not know. 



Without taking my eyes off what I thought 

 was a moose lying down, I took my glasses out 

 of my pocket, and had just focussed them on 

 to the spot, when Thomas, who did not know 

 that I had seen anything, brought his axe down 

 with a crash on a log of wood, and instantly I 

 saw through my glasses a great bull moose rise 

 from his bed and stand listening. 



Of course I said at once to Thomas, " Don't 



