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saw. On lUY return to the camp I reported wliat I had seen. 

 At breakfast two of tlie 'sports' decided to track the ani- 

 mal, and chose me to gnide them, the rest of the party re- 

 turnin.ii' to TMiesnncook and home. It proved to be the 

 longest and toughest hunt for game I ever made, but the 

 two 'sports' Avere young and full of ginger and stood the 

 tramp without a murmur. Taking three sleeping bags and 

 grub enougli to last for a week, we started on a trail tliat 

 ended on ]\lunsungan stream, al)Out thirty miles from the 

 start. 



''That moose was a past-master in trickery. The first 

 day he took a bee-line through the woods for ten miles, and 

 just al)out time for us to camp for the night he commenced 

 to circle. A moose knows when any])ody is on his trail, 

 and, to convince himself of it, he will travel in a circle, and 

 then a circle within a circle, and then stand for hours to 

 see if his pursuers are still after liim. Another peculiarity : 

 a moose will seldom lie down if he thinks he is being fol- 

 low'^l, and thus a hunter Avill tire him out. You can camp 

 and go to sleep, but no sleep for him until he is sure the 

 hunt is off. 



"Most of the day we followed the tracks, circling for 

 nules among the woods, the moose no doubt seeing us, but 

 we getting no sight of him. Late in the afternoon we 

 struck the cross-trail, and then for another straight run 

 for ten miles to Munsungan stream, Aviiere we camped for 

 the night. The trail led down the stream. During the 

 night the moose track and everything else was buried under 

 a foot of snow, and the next morning, instead of hunting 

 moose, we were hunting a camp. We started down the 

 stream for a camp I knew, and had not gone over two miles 

 when there, mired in a bog, was our friend, too exhausted 

 to extricate himself. AVe severed the head, with as fine a 



