conducive to agility, he remarked to 

 Bert; "This is a queer hole to be 

 in the middle of the trail. See, there 

 are moose hairs in the mud. I believe 

 it is a wallow." 



Bert returned and the two exam- 

 ined the place, as carefully as experts 

 would a diamond. 



It was an oblong depression, per- 

 haps four feet one way by two feet 

 the other, sloping off toward the 

 edge. It was in a bed of sandy clay 

 and showed the effects of much paw- 

 ing and fussing. 



"Believe it is," exclaimed Bert. 

 "Never saw one before. Heard of 

 'em often and the last fellow here 

 was left-handed." 



"Left-handed?" I repeated, scent- 

 ing the picturesque. 



" Yes 'm. Most animals are right- 

 handed, jest like us; but now and 

 again you'll run across a left-handed 

 chap." 



"How can you tell?" 



" Well, partly, it 's the side they 

 lie on when the horns are growin' 

 and partly it's the way they use their 

 horns. Now, you see, that feller 

 who was here wasn't very large, 



