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small opening appeared a cow, calf, and a 

 magnificent bull moose. He was at the outside 

 thirty yards from me, and standing broadside on. 

 Throwing up the rifle, I fired at the centre of his 

 huge shoulder, and was delighted to see him 

 crash into the bushes stone dead. After the 

 report the cow jumped a few feet, then remained 

 still. Here, again, I could easily have shot my 

 specimen, but refrained from doing so. I was 

 delighted with my success. What a magnificent 

 head ! Before I would allow him to be touched 

 I put a piece of stick at his heel, and another at 

 his withers, and with a piece of string measured 

 his height. When I afterwards taped this, it 

 was exactly seven feet, the leg not even being 

 pulled out straight. It was just as he fell. 



Hunter and I had now a hard job to turn the 

 beast over in order to skin out the head, for he 

 had got jammed behind a log, and we had to 

 use every ounce of strength to achieve our 

 object. I had started skinning his grand neck 

 when Hunter said, " There is another bull 

 thrashing the bushes with its horns, on the hill 

 we have come from." Now it suddenly struck 

 me that I had got one cartridge undischarged, 

 so I snatched up the rifle, took off the barrels, 

 and hunted around for something to cock the 

 hammers against. A birch tree was near, but on 

 pressing it, the end of the stock sank two inches 



into the wood it was rotten and dead. Then 



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