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When we had our positions, Jack's " Eeady ! " 

 a pause, " One ! two I three ! " " Bang-ang- 

 ang!" all as one report, made Bruin jump, 

 pitch headlong, never to rise again. The 

 woods echoed in the stillness of the night 

 with a sound resembling a man-of-war at big- 

 gun practice. He was a big fellow, an old 

 stager, and I doubt not an old offender. 

 We estimated he would weigh from 350 to 

 400 Ibs. He had a splendid skin, which I 

 used several winters on my sleigh, and we 

 obtained a large quantity of grease ; for he 

 was very fat. 



After all the excitement, you can easily 

 imagine sleep had fled for a time. Didn't 

 we feel proud ? We were like " cocks of the 

 walk.' 7 A moose, a bear, duck, and trout ! It 

 had been many a day since there was such a 

 successful hunt. " Now, boys," said Jack, 

 " I fully believe we'll have more luck yet, 

 unless something goes wrong ; for, do you 

 know, I think we are going to get a shot at 

 that big fellow to-morrow night. I don't 

 expect anything up the meadow in the morn- 

 ing, as this cannonade to-night would drive 

 everything off the ground ; but I am very 



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