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below the base of his antlers. After the shot he 

 whirled around, giving me a broadside chance which 

 I was quick to take advantage of. The next instant 

 a dead bull toppled over into the water. He hadn't 

 moved a step after my first shot, and the whole 

 performance was over in less than half a minute. 

 The first ball had entered just below the ear, and this 

 it was, no doubt, that caused him to whirl. It was 

 in fact the fatal shot. The second one had penetrated 

 his loins. 



The guide now shoved the canoe up to the shore 

 and we both got out and danced and jumped to warm 

 ourselves. We also did a little dancing for joy at the 

 sight of the great beast lying in the water, with the 

 blades of his antlers showing one half above the sur- 

 face of the stream. We forgot all about our exposure, 

 our suspense, our loss of sleep, and our many disap- 

 pointments, and with one loud hurra we paddled back 

 to camp, and there, over the breakfast-table, we told 

 to our companions hoAV I killed my first bull-moose. 



Was I proud ? Well, rather ; 



No chit, in his first pair of breeches ; 

 No swain, in a '* yes " from his loved one ; 

 No spouter, with audience captured ; 

 No General, with victory won - 



ever felt prouder than did I, as I stood in the Wilds 

 of Maine and over the prostrate carcass of that 

 " Giant of the Northern Forests. " 



