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two chances which I had were both remarkably close 

 shots, I naturally fired away over the moose each time. 

 Of course, it was nothing but gross carelessness upon 

 my part in not looking at the rifle and seeing that the 

 sights were all right before shooting, and hence the line 

 at the head of this article, which Shakespeare puts into 

 the mouth of Cardinal Wolsey after his fall from great- 

 ness, is a timely and a proper finish to it. 



" O Negligence, fit for a fool to fall by." 



In relating the above incident to a friend who has had 

 much experience in shooting big game he said that once 

 in British Columbia he was hunting wild goats on the 

 Selkirk Mountains. He had spent day after day climb- 

 ing up and around the snow-clad mountain peaks, 

 when he was compelled to lie down and rest. It was 

 not long before five goats appeared around the corner 

 of a jutting crag, perhaps thirty yards away. Getting 

 two good big rams in line he fired and missed and as 

 they ran he fired again and again with nothing but 

 misses. Examination showed him afterward that his 

 rifie was sighted for five hundred yards. This was the 

 only chance he had in his whole trip of bagging a moun- 

 tain goat. 



