reached down and got it, took a good aim on his ribs and let 

 'er go. It didn't seem to phase the old chap much, but he 

 turned and started to run. At about 50 feet I gave him the 

 second shot and that tied him right up in a ball. Five or six 

 feet from where he fell there was a clump of bushes, and as 

 Gowan and f walked up there, out popped another of the crit- 

 ters that had been taking in the show from that point of van- 

 tage. I shot twice at him but failed to connect. While this 

 was going on the other one crawled into the brush, we could 

 hear him breathing and managed to see him once, but as it 

 was getting late we left. The boys were to look for him the 

 next day. I was using steel bullets and an animal dies slow 

 with them, but he will be close to the place we left him. The 

 way I figure the thing out is that the wolves had been watch- 

 ing those moose, seeing us lying there they mistook us for a 

 calf moose in the moss and sneaked up to make a killing. At 

 the same time we were talking and their failure to run seemed 

 mighty funny. 



That same morning I wounded a coyote on the Clear Lake 

 portage. The bullet struck him amidships, but he crawled 

 into thick brush and got away. After this I will use my long 

 Luger with the dum-dums. Like the Ross, they anchor 'em 

 on the spot. Maybe Dr. Long wasn't so bad, after all. 



A. B. GIBBS. 



Later: The recovery of a pistol holster and other equip- 

 ment in the vicinity of this adventure has been reported. 



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