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and four weary men was stopped at eleven o'clock at 

 night by the sound of a shot, more than a mile away. 

 This was joyfully replied to, and shot after shot fol- 

 lowed until they found a lumber camp, the occupants 

 of which had been firing to bring in one of their lost 

 comrades. 



Here the travel-worn seven were served with a hot 

 supper and then they were put on the right road. The 

 distance was more than six miles to their own camp, 

 which they entered at two o'clock the next morning. 

 They had covered more than twenty-five miles in floun- 

 dering through bogs and over ridges, and what they 

 thought and what they said would surely fill a book. 



On the morning following the adventure with the 

 big moose of Cuxabexis Lake we were up long before 

 daylight. We partook of a hurried breakfast and then 

 with empty burlap coffee sacks, axes, ropes and sharp 

 knives, we were off in search of the mysterious disap- 

 pearing brook and the secluded sanctuary where lay 

 the big bull moose. 



My " spots " when found were easily followed. When 

 the scene of the killing was reached, we heard the low 

 call of a cow moose, and one single answer of a bull, 

 but the animals had vanished, they having probably 

 heard us as we wended our way over logs and across 

 the stones of the oft-hidden brook. 



Could it be possible that the cow's calls during the 

 night had attracted to her side another lover to take 



