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coming straight across the barren to us, speaking 

 as he came along. 



The moose arrived within about fifty or sixty 

 yards of us. We could dimly see him in the dark 

 shadow of an island of trees. In another second 

 he would have been out in the moonlight if we 

 had left him alone, but Noel, in his anxiety to 

 bring him up, called like a bull, and the moose, 

 who had probably had enough of fighting for one 

 night, turned right round and went back again 

 across the barren. We did not try any more 

 calling, but made up our fire and lay down till 

 daylight. 



The next night, or rather on the morning after, 

 we called up two moose after sunrise, but failed 

 from various causes in getting a shot, but on the 

 day succeeding that I killed a very large bull. 

 We had called without any answer all night, and 

 were going home to the principal camp about 

 ten in the day, when we heard a cow call. It was 

 a dead calm, and the woods were very noisy, dry 

 as tinder, and strevm with crisp, dead leaves, but 

 we determined to try and creep up to her. I will 

 not attempt to describe how we crept up pretty 

 near, and waited, and listened patiently for hours, 

 till we heard her again, and fixed the exact spot 



