OF THE MOOSE. 



where I had last seen him. There he 

 lay. My shot was fatal. As I appeared 

 he snorted at me and tried to regain his 

 feet, but his efforts were ineffectual. I 

 then put him out of his misery with a 

 shot through the heart. 



Still another is worthy of mention. 



At one time the guide and myself 

 were coming back to camp, just about 

 dusk, after a long tramp, and were within 

 sight of the tents, when we heard a 

 moose off to the right and close to the 

 trail. The guide tried to coax him out 

 of the thicket by gently sounding the 

 birch horn, which he had with him. 

 The moose turned with a crash and ran 

 towards us, grunting all the time. We 

 were crouched behind a pile of birch 

 brush. The big fellow kept coming, 

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