Hunting the Giant Moose 



by his side was his young companion. Again I 

 dropped to the ground, while the sheep gazed 

 down at me. I was almost tempted to take the 

 shot, for the distance was now not over 400 yards, 

 and I had killed several sheep at this range. But 

 hoping that they had not made me out, I kept per- 

 fectly still. I could see Hunter crouching behind 

 a bush a short distance ahead, and soon he 

 beckoned. I now looked up only to find that the 

 sheep had vanished. 



As I was wearing a dark green shooting suit, I 

 do not think they quite made me out, but their sus- 

 picions were aroused, and they headed for the 

 main range of mountains. In order to reach this 

 they would be obliged to cross nearly half a mile 

 of open tableland. We hastened after them, and 

 soon saw the rams, as we had expected, heading 

 for the other hills. We yet hoped to stalk them 

 when they had reached the level, for they had not 

 been greatly alarmed, and were going leisurely 

 along, now and again stopping to munch some of 

 their favorite black moss from the rocks. On 

 reaching the last hill they seemed to change their 

 minds, for after gazing in all directions they lay 

 down in an absolutely unapproachable position. 



Hunter and I were caught on a bald hillside ex- 

 posed to a biting north wind, with no chance of a 



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