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small opening appeared a cow, calf, and a 
magnificent bull moose. He was at the outside 
thirty yards from me, and standing broadside on. 
Throwing up the rifle, I fired at the centre of his 
huge shoulder, and was delighted to see him 
crash into the bushes stone dead. After the 
report the cow jumped a few feet, then remained 
still. Here, again, I could easily have shot my 
specimen, but refrained from doing so. I was 
delighted with my success. What a magnificent 
head! Before I would allow him to be touched 
I put a piece of stick at his heel, and another at 
his withers, and with a piece of string measured 
his height. When I afterwards taped this, it 
was exactly seven feet, the leg not even being 
pulled out straight. It was just as he fell. 
Hunter and I had now a hard job to turn the 
beast over in order to skin out the head, for he 
had got jammed behind a log, and we had to 
use every ounce of strength to achieve our 
object. I had started skinning his grand neck 
when Hunter said, ‘‘ There is another bull 
thrashing the bushes with its horns, on the hill 
we have come from.” Now it suddenly struck 
me that I had got one cartridge undischarged, 
so I snatched up the rifle, took off the barrels, 
and hunted around for something to cock the 
hammers against. A birch tree was near, but on 
pressing it, the end of the stock sank two inches 
into the wood—it was rotten and dead. Then 
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