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nothing they could shape into a moose. My ears, 

 however, were en-garde, telling me plainly that a 

 moose, perhaps the big fellow himself, was at the 

 bottom of all that wading and splashing. And then 

 my eyes began to get their work in. Something, that 

 in the glimmer of the breaking day they took to be 

 the top of a fallen tree, had changed its shape. 'Twas 

 not a tree now, but a moose and a monstrous one. 

 Was it a bull or a cow ? I couldn't tell for its back 

 was toward me and its head in the water. But our 

 doubt was of short duration. A few minutes, and 

 the great beast turned around and started on a walk 

 straight toward us. And now luck was at my elbow 

 ready to do her part in the capture of the big fellow. 

 Following the line of the shore he came directly 

 around the cedar point where we were waiting for 

 him. His appearance as he walked majestically 

 around the point in the light of the hazy morning 

 reminded me of the picture of a " mammoth " that 

 I had seen in my boyhood days, painted upon the 

 side of a building and used by the firm as their trade 

 mark. Some thirty years have passed, yet I haven't 

 forgotten the "mammoth." 



To return to the big fellow. He seemed in no 

 hurry, but stepped along as if time were made for 

 slaves and not for a bull of his dignity. He had 

 evidently eaten his fill and was on his way to some 

 favored spot where he might rest and sleep, and so 



