short, both bullets went in the same 

 hole in the water'' and so on. It 

 was not for me to materialise that 

 vision. " It was a fine head. Finest 

 head as I ever see," and Bert sighed 

 as he savagely rammed the cleaning 

 rod down the barrel of my hapless 

 gun. 



"The idea of hunting the critter 

 with a toy like that," was the Cook's 

 comment, looking with disfavour 

 at my 30-30 Winchester carbine. 



" Don't blame the gun, " I pro- 

 tested, cutting short these camp 

 excuses. " It has brought down big 

 game before and can do it again, if 

 handled right." 



11 Well, what do you think of that!" 

 was Bobbie's comment; "misses her 

 chance and says she's glad of it. 

 That is the nerviest tale I ever 

 heard. You want a moose, don't 

 you?" he asked suddenly. 



"Ye-es If it is a big one." I 

 was beginning to feel the burden of 

 my failure, popular opinion was 

 against me, and in two days we were 

 leaving. 



"Then come with me," said the 

 host. "George knows of a splendid 



