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as their forms outlined against the morning sky; 

 &amp;lt;c Rof brought tidings of but one. Now for it ! 

 I m coming, Boy ! &quot; 



He turned and walked slowly back on his 

 track, breaking into a shuffling trot farther on. 



In a few minutes the two men, snow-shoe clad, 

 rifle in hand, and cartridge-belted, reappeared cir 

 cling through the woods on the bank. With 

 one of them were four Scotch Stag-hounds in 

 leash. Mooswa s eyes took in the situation as 

 he trotted, carrying his head a little to one side. 

 &quot;The flank movement,&quot; he muttered, &quot;and a 

 stolen shot at the next bend they ll not slip 

 the Dogs while they have hope of a shot.&quot; 



When the first river-bank point hid him from 

 their sight he raced. &quot; They re running now,&quot; 

 he thought, for he was down wind from them, 

 and the telegraph was working. 



When the two hunters reached the belly of 

 the next bend they saw a big Bull Moose quietly 

 browsing at the point beyond. He was walk 

 ing slowly, snipping at the tree branches as he 

 moved. 



&quot; Keep the dogs back,&quot; one hunter said ; &quot;we 

 are sure to get a quiet shot at him, for he s on 

 the feed.&quot; 



Point after point, bend succeeding bend, 



Mooswa played this game ; mile after mile they 



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