Sport in an Untouched A merican Wilderness 



pine-stub, and knocked it down. One of 

 the moose had dragged the end of it on 

 his back for twenty feet ; for the broken 

 lower end, next the stump, had been car- 

 ried up hill. The fight had ended right 

 there. Two moose-tracks, in opposite 

 directions, told of the retreat of the rival 

 woodland monarchs. 



Never can a man forget his first sight of 

 a bull-moose in the woods. Mine came 

 in this way : Mr. Braithwaite and I had 

 tramped the country for a week; but 

 while there were tracks everywhere, and 

 we had heard several moose calling, we 

 had only caught a momentary glimpse of 

 one bull. In the presence of so many 

 superior attractions, Braithwaite's musical 

 performances had been scorned by the 

 gentlemen moose. One evening the baf- 

 fled guide, in talking the matter over be- 

 fore the camp-fire, said : "There is a lake 

 about three miles back here in the moun- 

 tains that I have had in my mind for ten 

 years as a likely place to call a moose. 

 To-morrow we will try it." 



It should be explained that the bull- 

 moose comes much more readily to the 

 call after dark. All the Indians who at- 

 tempt calling do so at night. The diffi- 

 culty about this method is, that while the 



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