INTER-OCEAN HUNTING TALES 



ing both the guide and myself overslept, and 

 with a blush of shame I encountered the glare 

 of Old Sol as he fiercely showered his burn- 

 ing rays upon our heads. 



That same morning a lazy bull moose had 

 been guilty of the same offense, and appeared 

 at the bank of the river to take his belated 

 bath just as our canoe came dancing and 

 twisting down the swift, turbid stream toward 

 him. The big bull did not seem in the least 

 concerned, although every moment we were 

 rapidly drawing nearer. If he had been 

 standing in the water, I believe he would 

 have let us run into him had we been disposed 

 to do so. With a quick movement of the 

 paddle, the guide turned the canoe so that I 

 could secure an easy position to shoot, and 

 then a sharp crack of the Mauser rifle, fol- 

 lowed by the heavy swaying motion of the 

 animal as he sank down to pour out his life 

 blood on the sand, closed the incident. 



The head measured fifty-two inches, and 

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