

A 950-LB. MOOSE 21 



those big eyes were glaring as if looking into 

 futurity, and those immense ears listening 

 intently. Still he kept coming, until he was 

 only 75 yards away, right head on, and, if 

 he didn't come any nearer, was within shot. 

 I can assure you, reader, that was an anxious 

 time. If he would only come a little closer, 

 we could scarcely miss him, if our guns were 

 true. Jack gave a funny little coaxing call. 

 He started quickly up, and came within 50 

 yards. " Now, my boy, if nothing happens 

 as bad as the snapping of our caps, you are 

 ours!" 



I was so excited that it was hard to hold 

 my gun steady. There he stood, his breath 

 nearly falling on us, but looking directly, as 

 we thought, at us. " If he would only turn 

 quartering, so that we could get his shoulder ! 

 We did not have to wait long before he turned 

 side-to, as much as to say, "Shoot away 1" "Are 

 you ready, Bob?" One! two! "Bang-ang-ang!" 

 all three guns. Our monster, where was he ? 

 On the ground, kicking his last kick, and we his 

 captors, having now all the moose we needed, 

 shouted, hooted, halloaed, sang, whistled, and 

 danced. What luck ! What luck ! What 



