Moose -Hunting. 



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RETURNING FROM THE HUNT. 



head with that small little kind of hatchet, s'pose hit 'im fair, sartin 

 kill 'im; but, you see, bear very quick. When he see me try strike 'im, 

 he jus' dodge little bit, an' on'y handle strike 'im an' broke short off. 

 and that small little kind of hatchet fall off on snow somewhere. 

 Then I feel pretty bad, you see, bear gettin' cross an' take right 

 hold my arm an' bite savage; then, you see, I get pretty cross, too, so 

 I take bear right on his t'roat both my han's an' choke 'im bad; then, 

 you see; he don't like it 't all, begin to cry, an' I see tears come on 

 his face, then I choke 'im all my might, you see; then he bite so 

 savage I 'most drop. Well, I don't know what goin' happen next; 

 when he stop bitin' so hard, then I stop choke 'im jus' a little, 

 you see; then by-em-by he let go my arm altoget'er, then I let 

 go his t'roat, an' he drop right on snow again an' walk off slow, 

 then I walk off slow 'nother way, you see. Well, by tunders ! 

 my arm pain pretty bad, blood soaked all on my coat everywhere ; 

 then I go on camp pretty quick. Well, you see, nobody on that 

 camp on'y myself, all 'lone, so I fix my arm best way I can, an' 

 put on balsam. Nex' mornin', I take my gun an' knife, an start 

 get that bear. By-em-by, I strike sign an' follow 'bout mile, then 

 I fin' den. When I look in I can't see not'in' 't all, then light match 

 an' see two little cubs, very small, jus' like small little dog; then I 

 think best go hunt old bear, an' come back an' get cubs. Well, little 

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