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fails to promptly reach a friendly tree if he does not 

 drop the charging bull in his tracks ! 



Grizzly Ephraim himself might not maul a man 

 worse than would either bull moose or caribou, if 

 the enraged beast ever got at close quarters with his 

 foe. The first to take effect of the shower of whiz- 

 zing blows sure to be delivered by the fore limbs 

 would knock the sporting instinct so far out of a man 

 that he wouldn't recognize it, should it ever happen 

 to find its way back. And a bull elk but any one 

 who has followed an elk knows its strength and 

 quickness, and one glance at the tremendous forest 

 of dagger-pointed tines upon Milord's shapely 

 head will suggest its possibilities. 



Aside from the somewhat remote chance of being 

 attacked by one of these animals, the still-hunter, 

 being alone, is continually exposed to dangers of 

 falls among rough rocks, broken limbs, sprained 

 ankles, and also of getting thoroughly well lost in a 

 wilderness, where he might not meet a man in six 

 months. In fact, still-hunting moose, elk, or caribou 

 is emphatically hard work. Its great charm lies in 

 the fact that it is a fair test of accomplished wood- 

 craft and human endurance versus animal powers of 

 a very high order, aided by almost tireless strength 

 and speed. 



The caribou is a keen-nosed, shy, fast-trotting, 

 sturdy fellow, and right worthy game for any man's 

 rifle. Two varieties of this species the woodland 

 and the barren-ground caribou are best known to 

 sportsmen. The woodland variety is found in Maine 

 and certain extreme northern portions of the United 

 States, notably about the head waters of the Missis- 



