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constantly sweeping the little willow swamp 

 with my anxious eyes, but seeing nothing, I 

 wondered more and more where the moose 

 had got to. I had at last got quite close to 

 the dead spruce tree when suddenly I saw 

 something white showing just above the mllow 

 scrub. 



Taking two more yery cautious steps forward 

 I saw the upper part of what I at first took to 

 be a pair of perished moose antlers lying in the 

 swamp, for they were quite white in colour. 

 But as I looked at them I saw them move Yevy 

 slightl}" and then knew that I was within fifteen 

 yards of a living bull moose, which must have 

 lain down in a hole in the ^villow swamp 

 immediately after I had left Louis and got 

 amongst the first cluster of thick spruce trees. 

 From that moment it had become invisible 

 to me. 



Stei^ by step I still advanced until I stood 

 literally within ten paces of the sleeping moose. 

 It was lying facing away from me, but so much 

 in a hole in the ground that I could still only see 

 the upper part of its shoulders, head and neck. 



