" I (lout lliiuk \i)U can, l)Ul there's no tc-llin.^ wliat 

 a 45-t-)0 rifle can do. If Non're .m)ing lo try il you'd 

 better l)egin, as tliey'll soon be off. " 



I decided lo try the shot, and slill keeping under the 

 edo:e of the dam, I lircd, ainiin"" for IIk- Unll's slioulder. 

 M\- shot was a clean iiii-s, Tlicn \\c saw a scene lliat 

 ilkistrated the amount of human nature that underlies the 

 instinct of the moose. As the report of the rifle rant;' out 

 and echoed around the edges of the forest encircling the 

 open space, the cow-moose ran lu-re and there in every 

 direction, as if fear IkuI entirel\- dethroned her courage 

 and prudence. Hut the bull >lood still, rigid, erect, his 

 mane u]), while every hair on liis l)ody liristled defiance. 



I fired cartridge No. 2. making anollier nuss, and a 

 repetition of the scene just described followed, the btdl 

 standing slill as e\'er. I reasoned that the strong (piar- 

 tering wind to the rii^ht was deflecting the bullets, so I 

 aimed a third time a little more to the left, and fired. 



Vou sliould have seen the sight that followed. The 

 bullet had struck the hull and he started with a rush and 

 a crash like a locomotive off the rails. Away he went, 

 straight for the woods to the lelt. The guide and I then 

 sprang upon the top of the dam and watched the cow who 

 was still running ahout in the njien, thoronghl\- jianic- 

 Struck. .\ couple of nunutes elapsed and then the bull, 

 although wounded, ran hack out of his stronghold of 

 tind)er to gel the cow in out of danger. This ga\'e me a 

 chance to fire three more shots at him. While he was 

 circling around the cow lo lead her into the safe seclusion 

 ot the woods, he seemed to say: " Vou can shoot at nie 



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