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prevented me as it was too far. As the moose had 
seen us there was of course no use in following him 
further then, so we went off to see about our breakfast. 
As we were re-crossing the barren Joe lingered on a 
rising ground to have another ‘last fond look’ towards 
the forest. Turning round, I saw him lying down and 
beckoning to me, so I immediately crept up to him 
and observed, in the direction he pointed, another bull 
moose standing at the edge of the forest some 500 
or 600 yards off. He also, no doubt, had been attracted 
by the ‘call.’ We lay and watched him anxiously, as 
gradually and very slowly he came nearer and nearer to 
us. At last he was within a hundred yards, and standing 
still, but he was facing me, and a tree was somewhat in 
the way too, so I dared not fire. What a noble fellow 
he was, as he stood there with his long black hair 
glistening in the morning sun! At last he moved 
slightly to the left, and I fired, aiming immediately 
behind the shoulder. He wheeled about and trotted 
off as if nothing was the matter. The second barrel of 
my rifle missed fire, I then rushed over to where Joe 
was lying and seized my smooth bore, and gave him 
both barrels as he was making rapidly for the wood 
at about 200 yards. This brought him too. In a few 
minutes more Joe’s knife was in his throat. It turned 
out that the ball of my Lancaster rifle had entered 
where I intended it should, and had passed through 
