Hunting in Many Lands 



bull moose, a photograph of one of which is 

 shown. After satisfying myself that the trail 

 had been made during the previous night, I 

 began making the long loops to the leeward 

 which I had found to be so necessary. I 

 finally came to the place where the moose had 

 lain down — a bed showing one of them to 

 have unusually large horns — but they had 

 gone on again, in a manner, however, that 

 showed that they were merely feeding, and 

 not alarmed. I redoubled my precautions, 

 stepping as if on eggs, so as not to break the 

 twigs underneath my feet. In a short time I 

 heard the significant chattering of one of the 

 little red pine squirrels so abundant in that 

 region. I at once knew that the squirrel had 

 seen something, but had not seen me. It did 

 not take me long to make up my mind that 

 the only other living things in that vicinity 

 which would be likely to cause him to chatter 

 were these moose, and that they were prob- 

 ably startled, although I had not been con- 

 scious of making any noise. At any rate, I 

 ran quite rapidly toward the end of a small 

 narrow muskeg on my left, but some distance 

 away, to which chance conclusion and prompt 

 action I owe probably one of the most fortu- 



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