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and ears. There was nothing for it but 

 a shot across the lake when he should see 

 fit to arise, and as a few seconds would 

 carry him to shelter, Monsieur did not 

 even dare to turn and scramble up the 

 steep bank beside which the canoe was 

 lying. Accordingly he steps into the icy 

 water to the knee, and feeling the chill 

 penetrate his marrow, suggests the fir- 

 ing of a shot to bring the creature to his 

 feet. Not to be thought of! While still 

 pondering how long a human being 

 could stand thus and remain able to 

 shoot, the moose raises his huge bulk, 

 and slowly turning, offers a fine broad- 

 side chance. A lucky bullet finds him 

 behind the shoulder, his knees give, the 

 Frenchmen chorus "Vous I'avez," after 

 a few heavy steps he falls, and never 

 moves again. Fifty-six inches in the 

 span, no extraordinary breadth it is 

 true, even for Quebec, but with an un- 

 usually graceful conformation, a per- 

 fect balance and three tines on each 

 brow beam. 



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