HABITS, HAUNTS, AND ANECDOTES 



ing tired of that, he turned toward the 

 hunters, and going down on his knees 

 plowed his horns along the ground some 

 distance, tossing them, well loaded with 

 vines, moss, and earth. With a snort, 

 he shook these from his head, the dirt 

 falling on and around the two men lying 

 behind the rock. The city man about 

 that time was enjoying his first acute 

 attack of moose fever. His teeth fairly 

 chattered, and the guide had to grip his 

 rifle barrel to prevent it from rattling 

 against the rock. Again the moose 

 came on and stood with his broadside 

 toward them, not more than twelve feet 

 from the muzzle of the rifle. That was 

 about as close quarters as the guide 

 cared for on his own account, so he gave 

 the word to fire. The moose went down 



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