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wasted so much ammunition, and Brown quietly re- 

 marked : 



"Yes, that is the spot." 



No comment was necessary on Dyche's part, as he 

 felt that it was not his time to talk. 



Just as they were making the turn at the lower 

 end of the lake, Dyche, who was sitting in the bow 

 of the boat, noticed a moose calf in the water about 

 seventy-five yards below. Only the top of the 

 animal's back showed above the water. As he 

 reached for his gun he noticed a smile flit across 

 Brown's face, and the calf turned towards him with 

 an air that seemed to say : " Hello ! is that you again ?" 

 In less than a second Dyche had his gun trained on 

 the back of the calf and sent a bullet after it. The 

 calf made a desperate lunge for the bank and disap- 

 peared in the bushes on the south side of the stream. 



The boat was so unwieldy that the naturalist could 

 not push it to shore fast enough, and he jumped into 

 the water and ran for the bank, trying to get 

 ahead of the calf. He ran as fast and as far as he 

 could to get out into the open swamp, away from the 

 brush which lined the shore, hoping to obtain another 

 shot before the calf reached the spruce thickets. 

 After running forty or fifty yards through the swamp, 

 a noise on the north side of the river attracted his 

 attention and he saw a big moose just going into the 

 bushes. Dyche sent a bullet after it and then ran to 

 get around a clump of bushes to a spot where he 

 could catch another glimpse of the animal. A run of 

 seventy yards brought the moose into sight again, 

 and two more bullets were sent after her as she dis- 



