HABITS, HAUNTS, AND ANECDOTES 



one, all right enough, but when I cut 

 loose with the old gun, blame if the 

 moose did n't double up into two. I 

 could n't shoot both at once, and while 

 I was pumping it into one the other 

 got away. Mus' ha' been I shot at the 

 wrong moose." 



" You want to hear how my sports 

 shoot ? " said another native guide. 

 " Well, I '11 tell you a little story and 

 then you can judge for yourself. I 

 started out on the river one afternoon 

 with a man from Boston, to look for 

 moose. It was a nice, quiet afternoon, 

 and a good one to get game. We 

 dropped down stream with the current, 

 and the first thing we knew there was a 

 big bull moose right out in the centre 

 of the stream, sousing his head under 



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