whistling snort of a big buck. Several times it was 

 repeated ; and for about ten minutes, we could hear 

 the challenger beat about and stamp his feet in the 

 brush. However, he was wise enough not to show his 

 tawny coat to the gunner, and I was glad that the 

 laugh was on the hunter. 



The mooso has hardly any tail at all, but the deer 

 does carry a short white tail, which is raised like a 

 flag, when the animal bounds away over stumps and 

 brush. 



Have you ever thought what becomes of the horns, 

 which moose and deer drop every winter? It is sel- 

 dom that one finds a perfect specimen. The fact is 

 most of them are literally eaten up. By whom? By 

 porcupines, squirrels and wild mice. Just what at- 

 tracts them to this strange diet, I have never been 

 able to explain. 



Deer are dainty browsers. They nip a bit here and 

 there. They like the pea vines and the red hips of 

 the wild roses and the bearded lichens that hang in 

 gray festoons from spruces and tamaracks. In winter, 

 when the snow is deep, both moose and deer often 

 suffer pangs of hunger; and at such times they will 

 browse on anything within reach. 



The time of greatest danger for moose and deer 

 occurs when the snow r has formed a crust strong 

 enough to hold the wolves, but not strong enough to 

 hold the heavier moose and deer. At such times hun- 

 dreds of fine animals are killed. 



THE HUNTERS IN FUR 

 WOLVES 



The big gray timber wolves are still altogether too 



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