OF THE MOOSE. 



of the rising sun so dazzling on the mist 

 and the water. Suddenly the guide and 

 I drop the half-prepared breakfast and 

 take to the canoe in haste. We had 

 heard that note of notes the angry 

 challenge of a bull moose. The remem- 

 brance of that morning brings back the 

 sound as I heard it a few miles away 

 over the hills. Watch how the guide 

 is carefully following the course of the 

 sound. We soon reach the other side. 

 There he is, head on ! Wait ! he may 

 give a better shot. No ! he sees the 

 canoe. Shoot now or he will be gone ! 

 Bang ! A miss, for he did not flinch ! 

 The smoke hides him ! Bang ! Bang ! 

 The guide has fired, too, but the smoke 

 hampers both. There he goes, crashing 

 through the thicket! Let's give him 

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