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in the sight. A stiff breeze was blowing, swaying the 

 tall grasses into waves of graceful motion and bring- 

 ing to my ear a gentle rustling sound — a twittering 

 pianissimo, as it were, in one of Nature's pastorales, 

 and one which all lovers of her rural melodies would 

 have recognized and appreciated. 



After my fancy had played awhile it ran up against 

 the thought: "What a tempting sanctuary is this 

 for big game! Surely it won't be long without its 

 antlered heads and arched necks." Instinctively I 

 crept behind some bushes and watched and waited. 

 Fifteen or twenty minutes passed without my ex- 

 pectations being fulfilled. Then I thought of my tin 

 cup of bouillon and, fearing it would be spoiled, 

 reluctantly left the enticing spot and traveled back 

 over the logs to where the guide was waiting for me. 



After drinking my bouillon I told the guide how 

 near the dam was and what an attractive spot for 

 game it must be ; then I directed him to take my rifle 

 and go up and look at some moose tracks which I had 

 found, and I would boil another cup of water for his 

 dinner while he was gone. The fire had burned down 

 low. I put on more wood and sat and watched the 

 roaring blaze, and whistled, while supreme content- 

 ment oozed out of me from every pore. My reverie 

 lasted till broken by the guide who rushed in with 

 hardly enough wind left to shape his words. He told 

 me that just as he got to the dam a young bull-moose 



