Hunting in Many Lands 



" Hear him now, see him pretty soon." But 

 not for many days. 



One more sample to encourage would-be 

 moose hunters, and then we will kill a moose 

 just to show how easy it is. Two nights after 

 the above adventure we changed our camp 

 and the weather at the same time. It was 

 clear now, but it grew very cold, and made 

 night work in the canoe a horror. 



It was my brother's turn to call, and I was 

 just dropping off to sleep in my tent, within a 

 few feet of the lake shore, when from the other 

 side of the water, about a quarter of a mile 

 distant, a bull moose called. On the cold, 

 still air it rang out like a trumpet — a long 

 call, very different from the call made by 

 Indian hunters. Jocko, who was with me in 

 camp, was frantic with excitement, especially 

 as my brother, who must have heard it, did 

 not answer. Again the call sounded. The 

 bull must be on the shore. I thought he 

 might swim over. Then came the answering 

 call, close at hand, of a cow. Jocko laughed 

 and whispered, " Chabot call him." Then 

 there was silence for a few minutes, followed 

 by a final bellow, evidently further off. The 

 mock cow bawled and screamed and bleated 



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