

OUR MOOSE 255 



"Halloa! what's that along there in the 

 road?" 



" Why, it looks like a moose." 



" Never a moose in the world ! " 



" Well, what is it, then ? " 



" By George, it is a moose ! " 



" See ! there's a dog by him ! " 



" Yes ! and it is our Eeady. What can it 

 mean ? " 



"You must have hit him that last shot, 

 and he ran till he fell here." 



Now we are beside him, and while looking 

 to find where he had been struck, saw a man 

 approaching from Freeman's Camp, which 

 was only a few yards in the woods. 



" Halloa, neighbour, do you know anything 

 about this moose ? " 



"Oh yes," he replied laughing; "that is 

 our moose ! " 



" Yes. It may be, but our dog is with him, 

 and we shot at him twice." 



" That may be," still laughing at our per- 

 sistence. " He did not look much like yours 

 as he came trotting down the road, with 

 the dog barking at him. It was the dog 

 that called our attention, as we were eating 



