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times to our great amusement. At length he walked away, making 

 constant ' bookings,' and rubbing his antlers against burnt trees. 



" All at once we espied another pair of moose coming from the 

 opposite direction — a bull and a cow — and expected to see a meeting, 

 perhaps a combat ; but although there appeared every likelihood of 

 such an occurrence, it was avoided by the pair retreating into the 

 deep woods. The bulls ceasing to answer each other, we paddled 

 back to camp, where little Stephen, though he had observed all the 

 first part of the spectacle from the rock, had not neglected to provide 

 for his ^sacamow' and comrade red-skin a sumptuous repast of 

 kidneys, steaks, and coffee. 



" I am a firm believer, and always was, that it is the cow moose 

 that makes the noise by some called a roar, and I was thus a witness, 

 to the fact. Here was a glorious morning's sport without bloodshed ! 

 Alas ! last season upwards of fifty moose were killed about Lake 

 Merganser. It is a fact that now not a track can there be seen." 



MOOSE CAUaHT IN A TREE. 



Moose not unfrequently perish in the woods through becoming 

 entangled in some natural snare, or by breaking their legs amongst 

 the rents and holes in the rocks which strew the country, and are often 

 concealed by a carpet of moss. A few falls since I stumbled by 

 chance upon the body of a moose which had recently met with an 

 accidental death under the following curious circumstances. I was 

 crossing a deep still-water brook in the forest, on a log fallen from 

 bank to bank, when my attention was arrested by the disturbed 

 appearance of the bank, and by the bark being rubbed ofi^ the bottom 

 of a large spruce-tree which grew over the water on the opposite 

 side. Completely submerged below the surface was the body of a 

 large bull-moose, his antlers just peeping above the water A thick 

 root of the spruce grew out of the bank, and, curving round, re- 

 entered it, forming a strong loop. Into this the unfortunate moose, 

 in attempting to cross the brook at this point, had accidentally 

 slipped one of his hind legs up to the hock, and the looped root 

 being narrow, he was unable to extricate it. A prisoner, for who 

 can tell how long, the unhappy animal perished from starvation, and 

 at last sank into the stagnant brook. The denuded state of the stem 

 of the spruce, and the broken bushes around, showed with what 

 violence his struggles had been attended. 



The following is an Indian's story of a somewhat similar occur- 

 rence : — Being visited one winter by two of his tribe and the larder 



