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us, I do not know. These striking scenes in 

 the woods are usually fleeting, seen for a few 

 seconds and then they vanish and leave one 

 wondering whether his senses have not played 

 him false after all. He had not stood in full 

 view five seconds when the telltale, warning 

 cry of a loon echoed across the lake and with 

 a snort of alarm he thundered into the depths 

 from which he came and we saw him no more, 

 although we could hear his noisy progress 

 through the deep woods for several minutes. 

 When the last sound of breaking underbrush 

 had ceased we paddled back to camp, well 

 pleased with the night's moose calling. 



