182 THE MOOSE 



wards, with only one idea in his mind — to get the 

 frost out. He saw the distant moose vanish over 

 the horizon — he seemed to take it in a mighty 

 bound — saw the certain chops and steaks disappear, 

 the wonderful head, and the desirable skin. 



And in wide, strong sweeps, he struck out light- 

 footed for " home." 



