258 MOOSE-HUNTING, SALMON-FISHING, ETC 



the other track, snuffed the air, looking west- 

 ward, and started on the jump, our eyes, of 

 course following him. Scarcely had he gone 

 75 yards when he spoke fiercely, by which we 

 knew he was up to him. So off I rushed, 

 with the determination to have a shot if one 

 could be got. There he stood oh ! what a 

 monster ! A fellow such as we read about 

 but seldom see. Yes, there he stood facing 

 Ready, so I made another rush to get still 

 closer, when the toe of one of the snow-shoes 

 caught a limb or root or something that sent 

 me head over heels, and left me floundering 

 to get up on to my feet again. By the time 

 my feet or shoes were extricated, nothing was 

 to be seen of dog or moose ; but the wood was 

 resounding with funny noises, yet not in my 

 praise. 



" Where in the name of sense are you, P. ? 

 Why didn't you shoot that moose ? Why 

 didn't you fire ? " 



"Let echo answer c Why ? ' Had you seen 

 me going at him headlong, you would have 

 concluded that, instead of shooting him I 

 intended capturing him by main force and 

 stupidness." 



