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apt to fall into a trap and a very sure one. On a still 

 night — and, mind you, the night must be still — around 

 every lake, pond and river where the moose frequents 

 and feeds, the bull hears the sounds of sweetest 

 melody — sounds filled with such plaintive tones and 

 such a come-to-my-arms sort of cadence that he can- 

 not resist the appeal. These sounds are termed the 

 " call," and their ascending and descending notes are 

 produced by the guides, their instrument being a 

 birch-bark horn. If the call be well made it will 

 be heard by the bull miles away. Pricking up his 

 ears he will start on the run, thrashing through the 

 brake, barking, bellowing, grunting and in his own 

 affectionate manner answering the impassioned notes 

 of his counterfeit mistress. When he reaches the edge 

 of the wood he grows wary and suspicious. He will 

 steal up and down among the bushes, listening and 

 scenting in a she-may -be-fooling-me sort of way ; and 

 sometimes it takes many nights to convince him that 

 he is the very gentleman the lady moose is "stuck 

 on," and for whom she is so lovingly calling. Alas, 

 how many a bull-moose Lothario falls a victim to his 

 own vanity and the alluring notes of a birch-bark 

 horn! 



Although the bull-moose is a thoroughbred Mormon, 

 having sometimes as many as five wives in his harem, 

 yet when he has one of them specially under his pro- 

 tection he will hardly leave a bird in hand for one in 



