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breakfast, when Mr. Freeman at once took 

 in the situation. ' Hark ! that's a dog on 

 a moose, I verily believe ! ' So he jumped 

 up, seized his gun, and ran to the road just 

 in time to meet him, and shot him down 

 where he lies. 75 



"By George!" said E., "that must have 

 been the shot we heard, and no doubt it was." 



So we were invited in to take dinner, and 

 wait till Mr. F. came for his. As I stood 

 over his dead body, I could not help thinking 

 that he deserved a better fate. He was a 

 large one between 500 and 600 Ibs. 



When Mr. F. came, he offered us the car- 

 case ; but as we really had only a small claim, 

 we refused to take but the half, which he 

 kindly sent to us to Port Joli the following 

 day. After resting here in these comfortable 

 camp quarters until two o'clock, we started to 

 return, calculating to put the dogs again on 

 that southern track already referred to. Poor 

 old Eover ! When we came back to his body, 

 we stood for a time feeling badly at the tragical 

 end of such a fine fellow. We dug a hole in 

 the crust and snow, and laid him away to rest. 

 As we resumed the march, R. exclaimed 



