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With Rod and Gun in New England 



see that moose can't clime out noway 't all ! Shoot him now, boys, quick " ! 

 John's theory of the collapse of the ice forming a natural basin, up 

 whose glassy sides the moose was unable to secure a footing in any direc- 

 tion, was the true one beyond a doubt, but that we should find him there 

 was certainly the most wonderful piece of luck that ever had fallen to the 

 lot of weary, despairing sportsmen. Harry and I approached leisurely 

 within forty yards, aimed straight for the shoulder, and at the dual report 

 of the rifles the noble beast sank lifeless to the snow. He was a very fine 

 specimen of his race, almost perfectly black in color, his antlers measuring 

 fifty-six inches, from point to point, and the carcass, John thought, weighing 

 about 1,200 pounds. 



l'lioto. by Capt. Joseph B. Taylor. 



A Hunter's Kitchen. 



