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until it seemed as if he might at any 

 moment jump over the brush pile and 

 appear before us. It was too dark to 

 shoot, so I slightly changed my posi- 

 tion, thinking I might see the moose 

 outlined against the sky. Just as I 

 moved, the moose turned, ran some dis- 

 tance back into the woods and stopped, 

 grunting again as if he was not certain 

 about it all ; but he was soon off, this 

 time silently. 



The next morning I was out early 

 examining the tracks, and found it only 

 sixteen paces from where we were be- 

 hind the brush pile to where his lord- 

 ship had been standing. I could see 

 where he had barked the trees with his 

 antlers when he was first frightened. 



It is fortunate for some of the sports- 



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