34 CAMP FIRE REMINISCENCES 
the slope carefully, making as little noise as pos- 
sible, and on reaching the summit, Dalle, who was 
again in advance, suddenly dropped back whisper- 
ing, ‘‘voila.”’ 
Moving forward I saw the bull seventy-five yards - 
away, looking straight in our direction, and an un- 
couth monster he appeared. However, I did not 
waste time admiring him, but put a bullet in his 
chest. He instantly swung around and plunged 
madly down the hill after the manner of deer shot 
in this way. I fired twice after him as he went, 
but the shots were difficult as he was pretty well 
hidden by brush. We all followed the wounded 
animal as fast as we could but before we were out 
of the scrub he had disappeared amongst the trees. 
These trees were a few which grew in a little hol- 
low, and which had escaped when the country was 
burnt over years before. 
Semond was the first into the timber. Pres- 
ently we heard him shouting, and on going up we 
found him standing beside the bull which was lying 
on his back, dead, between two fallen trees. Great 
was the feeling of satisfaction with which I sur- 
veyed my first moose. The spread was over forty- 
seven inches, while the shovels were thirty-six, and 
there were twenty points, fifteen of which were 
long. As the wounded bull ran down the hill, a 
cow and calf emerged from the trees and ran away, 
but none of us watched them, as we were otherwise 
~ occupied. 
It was now lunch time, so finding a rivulet near 
by we enjoyed the midday meal, after which the 
