OH, SHOOT! 



glimpsing a huge brown body rushing towards 

 us in prodigious leaps, I joined in the fusillade. 

 The monster's great weight bore him deeply 

 into the snow, which he flung behind him at 

 every plunge, and yet, shocked and torn by 

 those exploding bullets, he still came on and 

 on, a tremendous, ungainly figure of rage and 

 determination. 



Even when he was down to his haunches 

 and deathly sick, he reddened the snow in a 

 futile endeavor to continue that charge. It 

 was a magnificent exhibition of courage, and 

 he died facing us, as befits a monarch, the red 

 glare of rage still in his eye. 



"Whew! I certainly stepped around a bit 

 that time/' said Joe, wiping the sweat out of 

 his eyes. "My first four shots never fazed 

 him, so I thought I'd sort of withdraw and 

 reload on the run, but I couldn't seem to 

 locate you fellers nowhere." 



We had no means of measuring our prize, 

 but the carcass was tremendous, so large, in 

 fact, that our united efforts were barely suffi- 

 cient to roll it over. The skin stretched twelve 

 feet in curing. 



We ate our midnight supper on the sands 

 beside a driftwood fire, then rowed out through 



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