202 Hunting Big Game 



the place where the sounds of the moose 

 ceased we could hear nothing, so we concluded 

 he was dead. Lighting birch-bark torches, 

 to look for him, we searched some time but 

 could not locate him. Finally we heard the 

 bushes crack, which was not according to 

 programme, and we knew at once it was time 

 for us to get out of there, as he might charge 

 us in the darkness. So we left him without 

 undue ceremony for the night, feeling we 

 should find him the next morning. 



Tenderfoot had been very much excited 

 from the start, saying at the moose's first ap- 

 proach, " Did you hear him coming down that 

 hill, breaking logs? " and when we were search- 

 ing for him shouted : " Billy, I will not stay 

 here. You must come back here with the gun. 

 What would I do if he came? " It was pos- 

 sibly a very good thing he said so, for the 

 nimrod was going in a bee-line for the 

 wounded moose. 



Reaching tent we built a large camp-fire, 

 talked and told stories for an hour and more 

 before we retired. Much was said about the 

 size of the moose's head, shape of antlers. 



