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the swamp, where grows the strange Indian cup and 

 divers things which seem more suited to a tropical 

 than to a sub-arctic flora ; crush through the inter- 

 lacing fir branches as you follow the narrow, devious 

 moose track, and out on to the inexpressibly lovely 

 carpetry of the barren, with its unending wealth of 

 lichens and mosses, into which your moccasined feet 

 press ankle deep ; cross the swamp again, where the 

 greenery rises, thick as air, on every side, and out 

 on to " the hard wood ridge," where the tall, slender 

 birches show their ash gray stems in endless colon- 

 nades, and the " windrows " cut by the fierce, narrow 

 blasts are as sharply defined as though made by the 

 stroke of some vast civilised missile, and you are in 

 the loved home of the giant moose, the grandest of 

 all the bone-horned creatures. 



' There are some moose bulls who do not utterly 

 refuse to listen to the voice of the charmer, but 

 who take as little notice of it as suits their purpose, 

 and, oddly enough, these are usually young moose 

 bulls. It is your old moose bull who comes up 

 bravely to the tootlings of a dirty rogue of an 

 Indian and gets himself shot, poor fellow, for his 

 pains — the older the fool, the bigger the fool, if 

 indeed it be folly. My last moose was one of these 

 wise youths, and we called him, from our little 

 clump of bushes at the edge of the forest " barren," 

 from dewy eve all through the moonlit hours till 

 dawn, and called him, but in vain. My Micmac 

 friend (a gluttonous villain who had only killed 



