The next instant the great black 

 bulk charged at us oil the high bank 

 and crashed into the water along- 

 side, with a shower of spray that 

 nearly capsized us and put out the 

 jack with the jar. The momentum 

 sent our canoe rocking away from the 

 struggling creature. Bert did won- 

 derful work with the paddle, and not 

 an instant too soon, for one thrash of 

 those horns that were churning the 

 water to foam, would have been 

 enough to spill us and then we would 

 have been in a serious plight. Now 

 I was indeed ready to use the gun. 

 It was no time to dally. But soon 

 it was evident that I need not 

 use it. That awful jump, I doubt 

 if he knew what he was doing, had 

 been the great creature's final throw 

 at life. Weaker grew his struggles; 

 and the waning moon that night, 

 rising above the black pine hills 

 shone, a huge red disc, upon a pair of 

 antlers that rose from the muddied 

 water almost like the gleaming teeth 

 of some nether world demon. 



Quickly we paddled to meet the 

 Tevi and to tell them the sequel 

 of their moose. How wounded and 



