CHAPTER IV 



DEATH OF THE MOOSE COW 



'' Which is he that killed the deer?" 



As You Like It. 



" Poor deer, thou mak'st a testament 

 As worldlings do." 



As You Like It. 



In the bed of a once swiftly rushing stream, dried 

 up by a fall of rock from an overhanging granite 

 upcrop which had deflected the flow of water, the 

 moose sauntered slowly, picking the tops from the 

 ripening salmon-berry bushes. 



A small brown bird fluttered about their feet, 

 snapping up the insects turned up from the moist 

 earth ; rising sometimes with a blithe air of 

 abandon, to settle again a moment later. He had 

 a slender song, with few notes in it, but very 

 alluring and joyous. Metallic blue-jays chattered 

 in the pines, a white butterfly flaunted across the 

 way, and below a spray of budding pea-vine an 

 exquisite rufous humming-bird flickered like a 



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