MOOSWA BRINGS HELP 243 



The big Stag-hounds sniffed the Wolf trail, 

 dropped their long, bony tails in sullen fear, 

 raised their heads, and bayed a howling note 

 of defiance. 



cc Shut up, Bruce ! &quot; exclaimed one of the men, 

 pulling at the raw-hide leash, &quot; you 11 be better 

 up against a Moose than tackling that gang.&quot; 



Now the mark in the snow had been made by 

 Mooswa just to draw the hunters on ; he was n t 

 tired, for the hard crust held him up, and he 

 could have kept that gait for two days. 



They had travelled probably thirty miles when 

 the leader said, &quot; Better slip the dogs, Mac, this 

 Moose is putting up a game on us ; he s as 

 cunning as an old fox, and we 11 lose him to 

 night, I m afraid.&quot; 



When the straps were unbuckled the Scotch 

 hounds broke into a chorus of delight : &quot; Yi, yi, 

 yi, yi ! yap ! yap ! yi, yi ! Bah-h-h ! Bah-h-h ! &quot; 

 stretched their long limbs and raced on the Bull 

 Moose s trail. That showed a strain of Collie 

 blood in their veins, for if they had been pure 

 bred they would have run silent, and by sight 

 only. 



&quot; Pleasant greeting that,&quot; muttered Mooswa, 

 as his flanks lengthened out in a terrific pacing 

 gait. 



&quot;We re coming we re coming! yi, yi ! &quot; 



