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behind him, he looked grand beyond the 

 power of words to describe. He appeared so 

 manifestly a survival from very ancient 

 times, that I could not help experiencing 

 a curious feeling that the picture before me was 

 unreal, a memory perhaps of something that I 

 had seen ages ago, possibly in a former in- 

 carnation. But George's eager whisper, " I'll 

 paddle you close up, don't move," and the feel 

 of my rifle, rudely disturbed my dream, and 

 brought me back to the nineteenth century. 



George now commenced to propel the canoe 

 towards the family of moose, w^ith absolute 

 noiselessness, and although we were in full 

 view of them it was only the calf that seemed 

 to notice us at all, but though it looked several 

 times intently in our direction it did not appear 

 to suspect danger. The cow was moving 

 slowly through the shallow water with her 

 nose down, apparently drinking, and the bull 

 kept pace with her a little nearer the shore, his 

 body being ahnost entirely hidden by hers. 



I was within seventy yards of them when the 

 cow at last moved forwards, and left the mighty 



