OF THE MOOSE. 



the wounded moose did not dare to 

 plunge. He must retreat under fire, like 

 a general with the enemy on one side 

 and a river on the other. 



At last he disappeared in a thicket. 

 The hunters had gone ashore and were 

 after him, coming up just as he sank to 

 earth. A bullet behind the ear dis- 

 charged his debt to nature. 



That night a noble head adorned the 

 camp of the hunter, who had unexpect- 

 edly made good a promise his wife never 

 expected him to fulfil. 



Contrast this experience with another 

 I have in mind, and the two sides of 

 moose hunting will be illustrated. For 

 three seasons a good hunter from a 

 Massachusetts town had gone into Maine 

 to get a moose, and three times he had 

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