Hunting In Many Lands 



distant, and felt very sure of this one at least. 

 I then reloaded, when, to my amazement, the 

 fifth, in a very deliberate manner, walked, not 

 trotted, into the muskeg, which at the point 

 where the moose crossed it was not over sixty 

 or seventy feet wide. He first looked up and 

 down, as if undetermined what to do, and then, 

 probably seeing one of the other moose on the 

 ground, commenced walking up toward me. 

 As luck would have it, I got a cartridge jam- 

 med in my rifle, and could not pull it out or 

 knock it in, although I nearly ruined my fin- 

 gers in my attempt to do so. Of course, this 

 was the biggest bull of all, and I had the su- 

 preme satisfaction of seeing him deliberately 

 walk out of my sight into the woods, and he 

 was lost to me forever. His horns were much 

 larger than those which I got. Up to that 

 time I had no idea that I had killed any 

 except the last moose that I shot at, but 

 thought that perhaps I had wounded one or 

 two of the others, feeling that I would be very 

 lucky if I should ever come up with them. 



Going down to the place where the moose 

 had disappeared, after I had got my rifle fixed 

 — that is, had extracted the cartridge and put 

 in another — I found one of the moose dead ; 



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