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feel sure, with intent to do bodily harm, as he 

 lowered his head and followed his enemy round, 

 getting up pace at every step. 



Coghlan and the moose were close to the 

 bank of the river, when I got hold of my rifle 

 and gave the latter another shot behind the 

 shoulder. The bullet must have pierced his 

 heart, I think, for he stopped in his stride, threw 

 his nose in the air, and then fell over dead. 



Coghlan was somewhat relieved, for, as he 

 said, if the wounded moose had overtaken him 

 before he got amongst the trees, it would have 

 put him out of business. 



This moose appeared to be a very old 

 animal. The upper part of his body was very 

 light in colour, he had not a particle of fat on 

 him, and stank most offensively, although it 

 was still only mid-September. 



In a way his horns were magnificent, as they 

 were perfectly symmetrical, with very wide 

 palms, the measurement across which is now 

 sixty-three and a half inches, and must have 

 been over sixty-four when the animal that 

 bore them was first shot. 



