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measured tones, " There's a bull-moose standing right 

 across the brook in the edge of the woods. Don't get 

 up too quick, but be swift with your shot and don't 

 miss him." 



Before the guide had finished his instructions I had 

 my rifle out from under the shelter of the rubber 

 bhinkets and cocked. Then, slowly raising myself to 

 a standing position, I saw the bull. He saw me, too, 

 and turned quickly around to make his way into the 

 woods. But my rifle was a little quicker than the 

 bull. I fired, and the ball struck him squarely on the 

 left hip-bone, crushing its way through it and drop- 

 ping the big fellow in his tracks. But it took two 

 more bullets to finish him. 



After breakfast we went to work skinning and 

 quartering him. When this was done we undertook 

 the more delicate task of removing the scalp from the 

 head and cleaning the skull for mounting. Then we 

 hung up the meat to cool off, and salted the hide and 

 head. 



After dinner we explored and discovered another 

 dead-water two miles off, on the Restigouche Waters. 

 The little stream that formed it was less than a hun- 

 dred yards from the Tobique waters, upon which we 

 were hunting. 



A caribou bull broke cover, some three hundred 

 and fifty yards away, and ran directly across the 

 level. This incident decided us to try the same dead- 



