20 MOOSE-HUNTING, SALMON-FISHING, ETC 



the middle being raised some 12 feet, and 

 this was covered with small trees of birch 

 and maple. Jack takes the middle, gets on 

 a boulder, and cuts the tops off the trees 

 that would shut off his view in every direc- 

 tion. This done, Bob and I got down to the 

 very edge, and cleared out tracks for us to 

 see out easily, while being concealed ourselves. 

 " Are you all ready, boys ! " said Jack. " Yes," 

 we replied, and immediately there rang out 

 over the woods, " Mwar ! " It was a proper 

 evening for the business calm, bright sky, 

 and a clear sunset ; everything in our favour. 

 Ere that sound had died on the ear, a re- 

 sponsive "Bwar!" was coming back. "I'll 

 bet that's the big fellow," said Jack; "and 

 he's fierce : I know by the way he answers." 

 Jack gave a second low call. We spied the 

 moose rolling along at a rapid rate down the 

 bog, as though he were "lord of creation," 

 not halting until he was within 125 yards 

 of us. Oh, what a monster ! What eyes ! 

 What horns ! " If we miss, Bob, the Lord 

 help us! well never see home again." He 

 stood for a little, as if reconnoitring, then 

 walked towards us ; he was apparently fidgety, 





