OF SHOOTING AND FISHING 33 
Dalle, who had been examining the country with 
my glasses while he was talking, now suddenly an- 
nounced that he saw a moose about a mile away. I 
took the glasses, but before I could find it, we 
started down the hill at a breakneck pace—one min- 
ute running along a fallen tree, and the next fall- 
ing off a slippery log to be scratched by dead 
branches. On we went, however, and in half an 
hour we had succeeded in climbing over all inter- 
vening obstructions, and in a more or less bruised. 
state, found ourselves where the moose had been. 
Careful examination revealed fresh tracks, and fol- 
lowing these we ascended another low hill. Dalle 
led the way and I saw him suddenly drop and 
beckon me up. Looking over the top, in a little 
gulley 300 yards away, I saw my first bull moose 
walking about among some trees. I lay there fora 
few minutes watching him with my glasses. He 
looked very black and I could see his brown horns 
fanning up and down as he moved his head. A 
shot from where I was would have been uncertain 
in its results, unless he had come out of the tim- 
ber, so Dalle tried calling with his birch bark horn 
to bring him nearer. To this, however, he paid no 
attention, and presently disappeared altogether up 
a side draw in the gulch. We waited for a few 
minutes and then, starting off to the left, made a 
detour and came to the hill commanding where the 
moose had disappeared. The little valley we had 
crossed was covered with fallen trees as was the 
side of the hill down which we ran, but in the ex- 
citement no one missed his footing. We ascended 
