CHAPTER I. 



A MOOSE HUNT IN THE FOKESTS 

 OF CENTEAL CANADA. 



It had always been one of my ambitions to 

 visit some district of the great North American 

 Continent where moose were still to be foimd, 

 and to hunt this giant deer in its native haunts. 



For many a long year, however, Fate decreed 

 that my life was to be passed in a part of the 

 world far removed from the great northland, 

 and gradually the hope of ever seeing one of 

 these quaint ungainly old-time looking beasts 

 grew somewhat faint, though it never entirely 

 left me. 



However ''tout vient a cfiii salt attendre,'' or 

 rather, if I may paraphrase that familiar French 



