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lock of the rifle had become so rusty, although greased 

 every day, that it would not work. To this that bull 

 moose owed a little longer lease of life. A job also 

 awaited a gunsmith, if one could be found capable of 

 taking a rifle apart and teaching it to obey the trigger 

 at least one time out of three. 



We had been in these northern woods of Maine for 

 over three weeks. In that time there were, I think, 

 but two fine days. The rest were made up of winds, 

 rain, snow and ice ; winds from all points of the com- 

 pass ; winds that would start with the strength of a 

 gale, then soften down to the breath of a zephyr. 

 Still they were winds, and we had them of every 

 variety — you see we were " moose calling," and you 

 cannot call moose successfully in windy weather ; that 

 is the reason we noticed the wind. Rains ? Yes, of all 

 degrees and conditions; soft rains and hard rains, 

 gentle rains and furious downpours — one of which, at 

 the time I speak of, was having things its own way. 

 My guides were building a break-rain, break-weather, 

 break- water — or whatever you may please to call it — 

 of fir trees, and planning where to put the door ; but, 

 as the rain seemed to blow from everywhere, there 

 was more promised comfort in leaving out the door 

 and carrying the fir grove entirely around the camp. 



During this miserable, rainy spell I watched the 

 game with some interest — what little of it I had been 

 able to see — to learn how they relished the damp 



