American Big Game in its Haunts 



was soon hidden from view, and as we could not 

 see that he passed through any of the open patches 

 lower down, we hoped that he had chosen this 

 secure retreat to lay up in. 



The rain was coming down in torrents, but the 

 bull carried a large and massive pair of antlers, 

 and as I did not want to allow a chance to go by, 

 Hunter and I were soon in pursuit. We circled 

 well around in order to get the wind, and then 

 forced our way through the heavy underbrush for 

 some hours until we finally came to the belt of 

 alders where we had last seen him. I now climbed 

 a tree at the edge of the timber, hoping that from 

 a lofty position I should be able to locate him, but 

 met with no success. 



It was now my intention to take a stand upon 

 the hillside above timber, hoping that the moose 

 would show himself toward evening, but in our 

 wet clothes we were soon too chilled to remain in- 

 active. As a last resort, Hunter forced his way 

 back into the alders, while I kept in the open 

 above. After going some distance my man turned 

 to the right for the purpose of driving him out in 

 my direction, but our hard and disagreeable hunt 

 was to no purpose, and we returned to camp just 

 before dark, having passed a wetter and more un- 

 comfortable day than any yet. 



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