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few times, and then loaded her up. Then he squirmed 

 around and pointed that gun at everything in the woods, 

 while I was manoovrin' to keep behind him. Figurin' 

 this kind of huntin' was too dangerous for me, I cautioned 

 him not to shoot at anything he might hear walkin' in 

 the woods unless he saw it had four legs and long ears. 

 Then I left him and come back here to chop wood. 

 Just as I was leavin' he asked what he'd do if a moose 

 cum. I told him to just pull both barrels and then climb 

 a tree. I hadn't been here five minutes before he 

 followed and said he was lonesome." 



This story was too good to keep. I told Emery about 

 it, knowing Joe would tell Jim. 



As Tug was still scoffing at us, we decided to take him 

 over and show him the moose tracks. They didn't 

 seem to make much impression on him. 



" For all I know, them may be the feetsteps of some 

 kind of a big bird," was his slurring comment. He 

 certainly contributed to the day's sport. 



For the time we refrained from showing him the 

 moose meat. Jim supposed he'd call that " some kind 

 of a fish." Emery took Tug back to camp, while Jim 

 and I walked over to the canoes to paddle our cargo of 

 meat out around the point to the landing in front of our 

 tents. Tug, hearing us talking, was at the landing when 

 we arrived. He took one look at the meat and hide, 

 and entertained us as follows: 



" Where's his horns ? Youse guys has been robbin' 

 a bone-yard or killin' someone's horse." 



That night when he saw us eating the " horse " meat, 

 he joined in most heartily. 



About nine o'clock as we lay stretched on our blankets 

 in the tent with the fly thrown back to admit the warmth 

 of the camp-fire, a big owl hooted from a tree just behind 

 the tent. 



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