Hunting in Many Lands 



nothing timid or deer-like in his appearance; 

 I have seen in the arena a bull step out from 

 the darkened stall into the glare of sunlight, 

 and gaze for a moment at the picadors with a 

 sort of indignant surprise ; so this great bull 

 moose looked. 



We gazed motionless at each other, I know- 

 ing that it was one of the grandest and rarest 

 sights on the American continent, and he 

 thinking, no doubt, what a disgraceful imita- 

 tion of a cow the motionless canoe made. 

 Chabot's breath was coming hard behind me, 

 and I felt the birch bark quiver. 



As I raised my rifle, I realized that it had 

 suddenly grown very dark under this western 

 bank, and the bull precisely resembled In color 

 the background, and, large as he was, made a 

 very poor mark. The tall grass, which I had 

 looked over in watching him, now sticking up 

 in front of the sights, bothered me. I fired at 

 the root of his neck, and the rifle gave a sup- 

 pressed roar in the heavy air and the smoke 

 hung like a pall. The bull ran straight for- 

 ward, hesitated as though about to charge, 

 then turned and made wonderful speed along 

 the lake shore. The moment I could see him 

 I fired again. In the dim twilight he was 



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