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bull moose, looking black as jet, all but his nose and 

 horns; the latter are laid back on his withers as he 

 noiselessly .approaches. The buck fever is on me, and I 

 fire the right barrel wildly. He stops, turns round, and 

 for one moment stands broadside on. The buck fever is on 

 me still, but the mark is as big as a house, and only thirty 

 yards off, and by some fluke my second barrel tells. 

 Then, not noiselessly as before, but with a tremendous 

 row, the grand animal dashes back through the wood. 

 Long after I lose sight of him I hear the crashing of the 

 branches. I reload mechanically, but remain, like a man 

 stunned or dazed, rooted to the spot. Peter soon arrives 

 and wakes me up, and after half an hour's tracking we 

 get up to and dispatch my first moose. 



