OF THE MOOSE. 



lasting impression to the contrary on the 

 mind of his employer. That afternoon 

 an ideal place for calling was chosen. 

 The tent was pitched beside a giant 

 boulder, on one side of which a narrow, 

 open bog stretched away between wooded 

 banks, and on the other a sort of natural 

 park extended to the foot of a ridge 

 covered with hard wood. The guide 

 exacted the promise that his companion 

 would not shoot until he gave the word. 

 All arrangements being complete, as the 

 sun was nearing the western horizon, 

 the guide climbed to the top of the 

 boulder and sounded the call. 



Almost immediately, from the ridge, 

 about two miles away, came the deep- 

 voiced answer of an old bull. A few 

 minutes sufficed to show that he was 



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