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He came into the settlement in a great fright with the 

 hoof, but the old hunters looked wise and solemn, shaking 

 their heads. Sturge, poor fellow, could get no consolation 

 out of them. When winter came, he went with a party to 

 hunt moose, and when in the yard, they came upon a huge 

 bull moose, Sturge was for making tracks as fast as his snow 

 shoes would let him, yelling — 



"That's him! there he is again!" — but the hunters stopped 

 him with roars of laughter, and let him shoot at the bull 

 until he brought it down, when he satisfied himself that it 

 had not the ' forked tail,' and therefore was not the genuine 

 Old Harry ! But this was when Sturge was young and 

 verdant, and his mistake after all was no more remarkable 

 than many others that have been made at the susceptible 

 age. He has killed many moose since, but always has to fire 

 a great many shots at them — for he says that somehow, since 

 that time, they " will look so big he can't see his sights !" 



