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which he answered my call. But I didn't know you 

 had two others on your string. I was afraid you had 

 fallen asleep." 



Asleep ? Hardly. If five hours of pent-up anxiety 

 and excitement — five hours of close companionship 

 with three moose — if this is not enough to keep a 

 hunter's eyes open, he must be drowsy indeed. It 

 was an experience I wouldn't have missed for the 

 price of my vacation ; an experience bulging with 

 events of kaleidoscopic variety. The cedar root — 

 the queer antlers — my three shots — the first bull's 

 attempted infidelity — his scolding wife — the lighted 

 match — the phosphorescent stars — the stentorian 

 lungs of the big bull — the wait for his step into the 

 water — the wait to reach the road — surely Queen 

 Mab might find enough material in all this to stuff 

 my dreams for months to come. 



At three o'clock the following morning we were up 

 and ready for our parts in the last act of our moose 

 drama. A light breakfast, and then with our rifles 

 and electric lamp we trudged again through the mud, 

 the wet and the pitch-like darkness. 'Twas no wonder 

 that the mile-and-a-half to the lake seemed like a 

 dozen of them. Slowly and silently we trod, for we 

 were certain the moose were in the water, and the 

 noisy break of a branch or a stumble would have 

 ended our hope of getting a crack at them. As we 

 came nearer the cove, we listened and caught the 



