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huge snake, to tell me where they had gone. 

 On the same stream I got the famous bull 

 of the expedition. I was paddling along 

 silently when I turned a bend, and a huge 

 dark bulk loomed suddenly out of the water 

 dead ahead of the canoe. In front of the 

 dark bulk tw r o great antlers, the biggest 

 I ever saw in Maine, reached up and out. 

 The rest of his head was under water grop- 

 ing for lily roots, and my first exultant 

 thought was that one might drive the canoe 

 between the tips of those great antlers with- 

 out touching them, so big and wide were 

 they. Instead I sent the canoe swiftly for- 

 ward till his head began to come up, when I 

 crouched low and watched him, so near that 

 every changing expression of his huge face 

 and keen little eyes was seen perfectly with- 

 out my glasses. He saw me instantly and 

 dropped the root he had pulled up, and his 

 lower jaw 7 remained hanging in his intense 

 wonder. Not so much who I was, but how 

 on earth I got there so silently seemed to be 

 the cause of his wonder. He took a slow 

 step or two in my direction, his ears set 



