The Home of the Wolveraie and Beaver. 1 1 1 



But Pierre was in error, the wounded bull was a 

 very lon;^ way off, and it was almost dusk when 

 they reached the spot where the yelping of the 

 curs announced that he had at last been brought 

 to bay. 



" Prenes garde, monsieur,'' said Pierre, as the 

 young man hurried forward towards the moose, 

 who was now seen standing with his hind quarters 

 against a fallen tree, and striking out furiously with 

 his fore feet at the mongrels. ''lis sont trl-s 

 dangercux!' 



Here a yell of agony from one of the dogs 

 announced that it had ventured too near the fatal 

 hoof, over and over for five or six yards it rolled, 

 and then lay howling with a broken back. 



" Gardez-vous',' shouted the hunter, " z7 avaneeT' 



It was too true ; summoning all its strength, the 

 bull dashed forward at the young man who was in 

 advance of his companion. He tried to gain the 

 friendly shelter of a tree, and would probably have 

 succeeded, had not one of the mongrels, in its hurry 

 to escape^ trod upon, the heel of his sr\pw-shoe, and 

 he fell heavily to the ground. He saw the giant 

 form of the enraged animal towering above him, 

 its hoof raised to strike— another insiant and his 

 brains would have been scattered on the trampled 

 snow, when the report of Pierre's gun echoed through 



