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the forest, and the huge brute toppled over lialf 

 burying him in its fall. 



" Etes-voiis blcssc' ? are you hurt ? " cried the 

 Canadian in a tone of great alarm as he dragged 

 aside the carcase sufficiently to release the prisoner. 



" No, thank you, old fellow, I am all right 

 enough," said Paul, gaining his feet with some 

 difficulty, for snow-shoes are not the best things to 

 practise gymnastics in ; "but it is solely owing to 

 you that I am standing here now." 



" Vat should I say to Monsieur Tanner, suppose 

 you not come back safe, eh ? " 



"You may rely upon my telling him how much 

 I am indebted to you," replied Paul, " many a man 

 would have sought his own safety, and left me 

 to my fate when he saw that savage brute within 

 four yards of him. What a monster it is," he 

 continued, gazing at the bull, whose throat Pierre 

 had just cut. 



The wounded dog was then examined, but its 

 spine was too severely injured to allow of its re- 

 cover}', and Pierre despatched it with the othe** barrel 

 of his gun ; they then set to work skinning the 

 moose, a task they had to accomplish as best they 

 could by moonlight, and having secured the heart, 

 liver, marrow-bones, upper lip, and a good piece of 

 meat, they started for camp, which, owing to the 



