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assumed, or I did, a kind of ricocheting 

 motion. " Keep clear of me, B.," I yelled, 

 " and of my gun, for I am afraid of myself." 

 As the dogs continued, it was evident he was 

 still standing. Now, by the nearness of their 

 sound, we knew he was close by, so sneaking 

 along and peeping through the low woods, I 

 spied him standing, Bover leading him, and 

 Beady at his heels. Just at that instant he 

 must have spied me, for as my rifle was raised 

 he made a spring, and away he went, over a 

 partially open country. We ran out of cover 

 to watch developments, and were greeted with 

 a sight of the lad going end over end, or, 

 in other words, turning a somersault. B. 

 was 40 yards or so behind me, so he was able 

 to explain that unaccountable performance to 

 me in this way. Bover, in chasing him, had 

 taken hold of his muffle (nose), and thrown 

 himself between the moose's fore legs which 

 caused him to pitch on to his back. Beady 

 at the same time, seizing him by the gambol 

 or muscle of the hind leg, held him. The poor 

 fellow lay there apparently helpless, and my 

 trusty rifle might have kept him there ; but, 

 reader, that was not the kind of sport that 



