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chop, I can see a moose," but it was too late 

 then. The animal had already taken alarm, 

 and soon started at a trot up the hill. Hoping 

 that he would soon stop I w^ent after him, but 

 never saw him again. I think he was a big 

 bull, with very good, but not remarkably fine, 

 horns. 



Later in the afternoon, whilst my men were- 

 engaged in getting our camp in order and col- 

 lecting a store of dry wood, I took a turn by 

 myself, and came face to face wath a very 

 large wolf. 



I was just approaching the open ridge of the 

 hill behind our camp, but was still amongst a. 

 scrubby growth of spruce, when I saw an 

 animal coming down the same game path that 

 I myself was following. 



As the wind was right I stood perfectl}^ still, 

 and, raising m}'- rifle to my shoulder, waited. 

 I soon saw that the approaching animal was 

 a w^olf. 



It came slowly down the game path, some- 

 times nosing about on the ground, and then 

 walking forwards with its head up, but as 



