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my Marlin rifle .45 had gone right through both 

 shoulders, though rather too far forward : with that 

 shot alone he could never have got away, and the 

 second had acted as a further deterrent to rapid 

 flight. 



lie measured 6 feet 4 inches, or 19 hands from toe 

 to shoulder, so he was " no chicken." His head was 

 a grand one, and horns above the average, though 

 not in proportion, by any means, to the enormous 

 size of his frame. I have been credibly informed 

 of a cow-moose in this section of the mountains 

 being killed which stood 19 hands, so doubtless there 

 are some old bulls which run even higher; but 18 

 hands is about the average of most bulls shot, I 

 imagine, in other places. Skinning and hanging up 

 the quarters took some time, and it was late before 

 we got back to camp, bearing with us part of the 

 tender loin, which we discussed with infinite satisfac- 

 tion at supper. It were a matter of long labour and 

 much consumption of inky fluid were I to attempt to 

 relate each day's experience, so I will merely touch, 

 as briefly as I can, on such incidents as may be of 

 interest. 



There was so much "sign" in the Warm Paver 

 country, that we determined to hunt it out 

 thoroughlj r . Whichever way we went we had 

 likely ground, but difficult to hunt over. We 

 always went on foot, for, though possibly much 

 harder work there is more satisfaction than in 



