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weaker from loss of blood, which gushed forth from 
the wound, but still kept its eyes steadily fixed on the 
man, looking at him im a most reproachful manner. 
Moved with compassion, he stepped forward to put an 
end to the poor beast’s sufferings with his ‘‘ tolle-kniv,” 
when just as he was going to give the coup de grice, 
the animal cast such a look at him that he was obliged 
to turn aside till it was dead. Meanwhile, the second 
elk, as is often the case, had returned to look after its 
companion. Here was a chance! Two elks in one 
day is not such a despicable bag to one gun. But the 
ordeal through which his nerves had recently passed 
had completely upset him, so that he could not find 
in his heart to shoot it. Then and there he made 
a solemn vow that as long as he lived he would never 
raise gun any more against an elk, for it seemed to 
him as if he had for all the world been guilty of murder. 
The memory of the scene haunted him, I suppose, like 
the killing of the albatross did the ‘‘ ancient mariner.” 
Now-a-days in Norway the elk is, I believe, uni- 
versally hunted with a single dog, trained for the 
purpose, held in hand. Last autumn, however, two 
were shot in Odalen by a party of hunters who adopted 
the plan of ‘‘ driving,” 2. e., of stationmg themselves 
in a line at suitable distances from each other, and 
employing a number of beaters and dogs to drive them 
in their direction. One of these animals weighed 
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