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the door, against which there was a great drifted 

 snow-bank ; then he rubbed his horns gently up 

 and down the boards. 



cc Is that you, Fran9ois ? &quot; cried a voice that 

 trembled with gladness, from inside the Shack. 

 There was a fumbling at the door, and the next 

 instant it was pulled open. 



Mooswa almost cried at sight of the pain- 

 pinched, ghost-like face that confronted him, and 

 The Boy recoiled with a look of dismay the 

 huge head frightened him. Then catching sight of 

 the bacon, he looked from it to the Bull-Moose 

 questioningly ; all at once an idea came to him. 



&quot; You are hungry too, Mr. Moose, are you ? &quot; 

 for he remembered stories of severe storms having 

 driven deer and other wild animals to the haunts 

 of Man for food. Evidently the smell of bacon 

 had attracted the Moose; but where in the world 

 had it come from ? Had it been left by some 

 chance on the roof, and knocked off by the strong 

 blizzard wind? That seemed a likely solution. 

 The Moose was so unafraid, too - it was curious ! 

 He reached out and pulled in the bacon it was 

 like the manna shower. 



&quot; Poor old Chap ! &quot; he said, stretching out a 

 hand and patting the big fat nose timidly ; 

 &quot; you Ve come to a bad place for food. There s 

 nothing here you can eat/ 



