OF THE MOOSE. 



with the shot, but immediately rose to 

 his feet again. Again the rifle spoke, 

 and down he went, only to rise again. 

 The third shot, however, dropped him 

 for the last time. Any of them would 

 have proved fatal, but the moose was too 

 close for the men to take any chances. 



The sportsman was convinced a moose 

 would come at a man's call, and was so 

 excited over the fact that he slept none 

 on that night. 



I recall an experience of mine with 

 an old bull on Pockwockamus Dead 

 Water (from my note book), Oct. 21, 

 1899. 



I had gone only a few steps when I 

 heard the splashing of a moose around 

 the bend of the stream ahead. There 

 was a stretch of sand that led to an 



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