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He proved to be a male, and his teeth being 

 well worn down showed that he was an old settler. 

 He was in good fur and his weight I would guess 

 to be over 250. After getting him up on the bank 

 I took the customary pictures, but the light, what 

 there was of it, was exceedingly poor. While we 

 were busy skinning the bear or rather while 

 Mac was for to tell the truth I was enjoying a 

 pipe, and just holding on to one leg occasionally 

 at Mac's suggestion we spied a little black ob- 

 ject coming down the mountain, which grew and 

 grew until it finally turned out to be Pat the 

 cook. I suppose partly out of curiosity and 

 partly to see if he could be of some assistance, he 

 had hunted us up. 



Pat made a fire, which was a very happy 

 thought. After warming up a bit, and the skin- 

 ning over, we started Pat back to camp with the 

 pelt. Then came that heart-breaking climb back 

 to the moose. It hardly seemed possible we could 

 have come all that distance in so short a time, for 

 the going back seemed to be everlasting. The sun 

 had struggled out and was clearing up the snow 

 on the lower slopes. This made the climbing the 

 more wet and slippery, but at length we reached 

 the spot where the moose had lodged. He showed 

 twenty-three points and a fifty-inch spread. This 



