Memories of Moose-Shooting 



crawl into our sleeping-bags right on the beach. We 

 rigged up a wind-break with the canvas motor-boat cover, 

 built no fire, and turned in. 



When daylight came there was a thick fog, and we had 

 to wait until an hour after sunrise before we dared go 

 back and investigate the tracks, or make an attempt to 

 call the bull within shooting distance. We found the 

 beach covered with deer and moose tracks. We also 

 found tracks of a bull a little way from camp. We 

 followed them around until they came out on the beach 

 below and to leeward of us. Here we quit, as the moose 

 had broken into a trot and was travelling fast and prob- 

 ably far. There was a slight north-west wind. As the 

 bull worked to windward of us in the night and walked 

 out on the beach, he caught our scent. One whiff was 

 enough. We saw where he had driven his front feet 

 in the sand as he whirled to get out of that neck of the 

 woods. We fervently hope that he will grow another 

 big set of horns and will carry them across our trail in 

 the fall of 1918. 



There was nothing to do but to roll up our sleeping- 

 bags, put our duffle aboard the motor-boat, and return 

 to camp. 



CHAPTER 15. ABNEGATION. 



On the way home from camp in the car, we shot some 

 partridges from the front seat. This stunt, by the way, 

 is not so easy as it sounds. We would often run the car 

 up to within thirty or forty feet of a partridge in the road 

 as we came round a bend, but by the time we would get 

 the car stopped and Ike would stand up to shoot, the 

 partridge would be whirring away in the brush or running 

 under the bushes. We succeeded in killing four, and 

 must have missed a dozen, much to our chagrin. 



