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the wind blowing strongly from us toward 

 the moose made it very difficult for us to get 

 close to him; Tom expressed the opinion, " I 

 am afraid you will not get a snap shot this 

 time." I was just getting ready to take his 

 picture when he threw up his head, pricked his 

 ears, and started toward us on a lope. We 

 w^aited so long as he continued to approach 

 us; why he advanced towards us we did not 

 understand — because he saw us and even took 

 his stand in the open — whether it was from his 

 curiosity to make out what we were, or his 

 spirit of fight in the rutting season. He 

 came within one hundred and fifty feet of 

 where we stood, stopped a few minutes, and 

 then started at a rapid gait for the timber 

 in the opposite direction. Just at this time 

 another big bull walked out of a little clump of 

 bushes into the water and started across the 

 stream in the direction opposite from the other 

 bull and in the same direction the cow had 

 taken. When he arrived in the middle of the 

 water, he stopped, looked at us, and shook his 

 massive head — not more than one hundred feet 

 from us; and a fine sight he was, with the 



