110 THE MOOSE 



time it was repeated. " Follow !" it- seemed to cry 

 temptingly. " P^ollow !" 



The old bull stiffened and '* pointed," as a good 

 dog would do, and then, relaxing, sniffed excitedly. 



The call once more I Prolonged and inviting, 

 until the young moose felt the lure of it fire his blood 

 with a passionate deep tumult altogether unexplain- 

 able. He wanted to grow up. To put aside 

 childish things and understand what the strange 

 fever meant, and why he was stirred and shaken to 

 the heart by its sweetness. 



The old moose started down the trail like the 

 wind, Moosewa after him, and as he went he 

 sounded a clarion half-cough, half-roar, which rang 

 down the aisles of the trees and was caught up in 

 the branches echoing. 



The challenge was answered immediately by 

 another hoarse grunt, to which the old bull re- 

 sponded with all his lungs, encouraged by the idea 

 that the cow, cause of all the trouble, was probably 

 looking on to see how matters shaped themselves. 



Cherchez la femme — even in moose-land I 



On they rushed, down parallel bush trails, led by 

 the call : " Follow I Follow !" 



The cow crossed an open glade, going strong. 



