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appeared in the bushes. After another run around 

 some brush he stopped to regain his breath, when 

 a sight met his eyes which almost took away his 

 breath. 



A giant bull moose was just coming out of the 

 bushes on the opposite side of the river, facing al- 

 most directly towards Dyche. In an instant it flashed 

 through his mind that this was the animal which he 

 had been looking for. It was evident, even at that 

 distance, that the moose was a monster. His massive 

 horns branched like the tops of the trees around him 

 and his form showed- that he was one of the ancients 

 of the swamps. The naturalist realised that this was 

 the opportunity of a lifetime. He had been hunting 

 for this moose for three months and now he was here. 



Bringing his Winchester to his shoulder, Dyche 

 held his breath and commanded his throbbing arte- 

 ries to be still. The bull was almost facing him 

 and was just swinging around the clump of 

 bushes, when, with the crack of the rifle, he gave a 

 great lunge forward and then whirled in his tracks 

 and started back into the woods. This gave the 

 hunter time to pump in another cartridge, and a 

 second shot was taken as the animal went into the 

 bushes. Again a heavy lunge showed that the bullet 

 had gone home, and as the animal went threshing 

 through the bushes two more bullets were sent at the 

 head, which could be seen going up and down as the 

 bull struggled to get through the jungle of brush and 

 logs. 



The bull was now out of sight, and Dyche started 

 to run to the bank of the river, where he could get a 



