A Canadian Moose Hunt 



is used to good purpose in Maine and New 

 Brunswick, but which I have never known to 

 succeed in this part of Canada. The moose 

 paused for a moment in the alders that formed 

 a close thicket at the water's edge, and I 

 feared he had seen or scented us ; then sud- 

 denly and noiselessly he stepped out from a 

 cove a short hundred yards away. He had 

 taken less than ten minutes from the first call 

 to his appearance. 



At the first alarm we had pushed off and 

 were floating quietly just by the shore. The 

 water was so shallow that the birch made, to 

 my ears at least, a frightful scraping as it 

 pushed over the dead sticks that lay in the 

 water, and the wind was unfavorable. I never 

 shall forget the appearance that bull made as 

 he stepped fiercely and proudly out, with his 

 head up, swinging a splendid set of antlers as 

 lightly as straws. He did not see us, but 

 strode about ten yards into the shallow lake, 

 where the water scarcely covered his hoofs, 

 and, first glancing away for a second, turned 

 like a flash and faced us full, looking down on 

 us in surprised disgust. He was greatly ex- 

 cited and the mane on his hump was erect, in- 

 creasing his natural height, and there was 



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