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pawed, and roared. The guide whispered, 

 " He 's oiF " ; then again he fell to making 

 love to him in such a soft, winning way, the 

 moose could not resist, and we heard him 

 charging down the hill again straight towards 

 us, bellowing as he came. The guide contin- 

 ued to make love to him as he approached. 

 It was about a half -hour from the time we 

 first heard him until the bushes parted and 

 the monarch of the forest bounded into the 

 lake in front of us. 



It was a sight to be remembered; although 

 it was quite dark we could see he was a large 

 bull, for his antlers could be seen gleaming in 

 their white width, as he appeared. We were 

 then within fifty yards of him and the guide 

 whispered, " Give it to him! " Immediately the 

 .30-30 began to flash fire as fast as possible. 

 At the time the first shot was fired the bull 

 was facing towards us and it was a clean miss. 

 Then he turned sideways to go back into the 

 brush; when bang! bang! bang! three other 

 shots rang out, and he disappeared, whereupon 

 the* Indian said, " Ugh! no good; miss him "; 

 and all seemed to be over. We heard him go 



