Hunting the Giant Moose 



reaching our hunting grounds on the 22d wf 

 August, we had had only five pleasant days, and 

 three of these were used up in marching from one 

 camp to another. It was now raining so hard 

 that I determined not to hunt, and turned in 

 among my blankets with my pipe, but after a time 

 this failed to satisfy me, and by 1 1 o'clock Hunter 

 and I decided that even a thorough wetting was 

 preferable to doing nothing. 



The five sheep which we had seen the evening 

 before were still in view from our camp. One 

 bunch of three lay in a commanding position on an 

 open hillside, and were unapproachable, but the 

 other two had left the main mountain range and 

 were feeding on one of the outlying foothills. 

 These offered an excellent chance, and Hunter and 

 I started in their direction. 



Nothing so thoroughly wets one as passing 

 through thick underbrush which is ladened with 

 raindrops, and we were both soon drenched, but 

 we were now quite used to this discomfort, and 

 had expected it. 



After coming out above timber, we reached the 

 belt of alders through which we were working up- 

 ward, when one of the sheep appeared upon the 

 rugged sky-line some half mile above us. The 

 glasses showed that he was a young ram with a 



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