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the body, almost touching the heart, and that one ball 

 of the smooth bore had gone through the neck, while 

 another had broken one of the hind legs. 



" The day I killed my other moose (and indeed, had I 

 been fortunate, might have secured two right and left) 

 I had a great chance of a bear. One does not put the 

 cap on the nipple until the moose is supposed to be 

 near. Whilst we were looking for tracks a bear crossed 

 us, and sat down to look at us, within fifty yards of me. 

 But of course, whilst I was fumbling in my waistcoat 

 pocket for a cap he was off. 



" One night a bear came and prowled round my 

 ' camp ' for a long time, attracted, no doubt, by the 

 smell of my pork. Unluckily it was a pitch-dark night, 

 and I could not see him ; so at last, getting tired of 

 listening to him, I rolled myself up in my blanket 

 again and went to sleep. 



" For moose-hunting in Nova Scotia you must ' go in 

 for it' in a much more business-like way than the 

 Norwegians do. There is no use trying it unless you 

 regularly take to the woods for a fortnight or so, and it 

 is pretty hard work, for you have to carry everything 

 you want for the expedition on your back, sharing the 

 labour of this equally with the Indians. Your ' impe- 

 dimenta' consist of a camp (under which high-sounding 

 title is signified a piece of oiled calico about six feet long 

 by five feet wide, intended to be tied in a slanting 



