ONCE MORE A BAD MISS 87 



" I do not say that the man who owned him had no 

 soul. I only say that the fact of the existence of his 

 soul had to be reached by an abstract mental process, 

 as we determine the existence of the ultimate atom." 



In my own experience of three years ago, a young 

 bull moose was kept a prisoner to my certain knowl- 

 edge for four days and a half, without food or water. 

 He had suffered the misfortune of having his right hind 

 leg caught in some manner back of a cedar root. The 

 spot where he was thus forcibly " held up," or down, 

 rather, was but three feet from the water of the 

 thoroughfare at the head of " Our Lake." 



With his three other feet free he was during the 

 whole of this time trying to free himself, and was con- 

 stantly digging for himself a muddy grave. The water 

 rushed in as fast as he dug and the result was an 

 enveloping compound of sticky mud. 



I had heard him plainly on Friday and Saturday 

 nights because the wind was from his quarter. Sunday 

 night it changed and on that night and the following 

 night we heard no sounds. On Tuesday morning a 

 guide and I passed right by him without seeing him, al- 

 though as I have already said he was but three feet 

 from the water. 



On the return trip, however, the guide, who had left 

 me more than a mile above, again heard the noise and 

 soon located the cause. 



Going back to the camp, he enlisted the aid of one 



