OF THE MOOSE. 



the edge, in shallow water, a large bull 

 moose. The animal was up to his back 

 feeding on the lily roots, splashing his 

 great head about, and having no fear, 

 in his lonely retreat, of being inter- 

 rupted by hunters. The wind, being 

 in the right direction, gave the men 

 an advantage, as the moose could not 

 scent them. The guide approached 

 cautiously, never taking his paddle from 

 the water as he propelled the light craft 

 along. 



Suddenly the moose heard something, 

 perhaps the gentle splash of wateragainst 

 the canoe, that made him look around. 

 For a second he gazed silently at the 

 two men sitting in the little craft, now 

 scarcely a hundred yards away. Then 

 he swung his great body slowly around 



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