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ATE one 



when the 

 the pines 



winter afternoon, 

 was gilding 

 the western 



sun 



on 



mountains and the shadows stretched long 

 and chill through the snow-laden woods, a 

 huge bull moose broke out of the gloom of 

 the spruces and went swinging up the long, 

 sunlit barren at a stride whose length and 

 power would have discouraged even a wolf 

 from following. Five minutes later I came 

 out of the same tunnel under the spruces 

 just as the fringe of green across the barren 

 swished back to cover the flanks of the plun- 

 ging bull, and then nodded and nodded in 



twenty directions This 



that way ! 



