short, both bullets went in the same 

 hole in the water" and so on. It 

 was not for me to materialise that 

 vision.. " It was a fine head. Finest 

 head as I ever see," and Bert sighed 

 as he savagely rammed the cleaning 

 rod down the barrel of my hapless 

 gun. 



"The idea of hunting the critter 

 with a toy like that," was the Cook's 

 comment, looking with disfavour 

 at my 30-30 Winchester carbine. 



" Don't blame the gun, " I pro- 

 tested, cutting short these camp 

 excuses. " It has brought down big 

 game before and can do it again, if 

 handled right." 



" Well, what do you think of that!" 

 was Bobbie's comment; "misses her 

 chance and says she's glad of it. 

 That is the nerviest tale I ever 

 heard. You want a moose, don't 

 you?" he asked suddenly. 



"Ye-es If it is a big one." I 

 was beginning to feel the burden of 

 my failure, popular opinion was 

 against me, and in two days we were 

 leaving. 



"Then come with me," said the 

 host. " George knows of a splendid 



