conducive to agility, he remarked to 

 Bert; "This is a queer hole to be 

 in the middle of the trail. See, there 

 are moose hairs in the mud. I believe 

 it is a wallow." 



Bert returned and the two exam- 

 ined the place, as carefully as experts 

 would a diamond. 



It was an oblong depression, per- 

 haps four feet one way by two feet 

 the other, sloping off toward the 

 edge. It was in a bed of sandy clay 

 and showed the effects of much paw- 

 ing and fussing. 



"Believe it is," exclaimed Bert. 

 "Never saw one before. Heard of 

 'em often and the last fellow here 

 was left-handed." 



"Left-handed?" I repeated, scent- 

 ing the picturesque. 



" Yes 'm. Most animals are right- 

 handed, jest like us; but now and 

 again you'll run across a left-handed 

 chap." 



"How can you tell?" 



"Well, partly, it 's the side they 

 lie on when the horns are growin' 

 and partly it's the way they use their 

 horns. Now, you see, that feller 

 who was here wasn't very large, 



