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were some fresh moose tracks along the shore, and the 

 water was somewhat roiled. Apparently moose had 

 been feeding there during the night and they had left 

 early in the morning. 



There were some large rocks on the shore and plenty 

 of tall grass. The sun had now come out strong and 

 warm. We watched the shores of the lake from be- 

 hind the rocks for quite a while. At the far end, three 

 black ducks were feeding. They splashed about, div- 

 ing and playing in the water and making considerable 

 noise. 



As they often bunched up so that a shot with the 

 .22 calibre rifle might be successful, I asked Henry if I 

 hadn't better make a circuit of the lake with the rifle 

 and try to get a shot at them. He said that they were 

 now through feeding and would soon be off. Hardly 

 had he spoken the words, when they got up with much 

 clamor and flew away. This silent, observing man had 

 noted by their actions that their appetites had been 

 satisfied, and they had taken to playing; after that 

 would come their departure. 



No sign of the moose reappearing, we trudged on to 

 the next lake, a distance of a mile and a half. At the 

 end at which we came in, the ground was boggy and 

 wet. 



Making a circuit of the shore, we came to the 

 bleached and whitened skeleton of a moose, said to 

 have been killed during close time by a man who 



