OF THE MOOSE. 



that he began to swear, and he threw 

 his rifle down on the bottom of the 

 canoe, cussing it and everything else in 

 sight. The moose gave a sudden jump 

 and disappeared in the alders. I reckon 

 the swearing scared it more than the 

 shooting. 



" We had n't more than a mile to go 

 to reach camp, when Providence, just to 

 tantalize that man, gave him another 

 opportunity. As we came around the 

 last bend, there stood a bull and a cow 

 on the bank, not a great way off. Mr. 

 A. shot twice at the bull, as he stood 

 there, and never touched a hair. ' T ain't 

 no use trying,' he said, ' I can shoot at a 

 paper target all right, but when it comes 

 to game it 's a different matter.' If all 

 the hunters who go into Maine could 

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