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chase the intruder away with a vengeance, 

 sometimes getting close enough to the youth 

 to give him a swipe with his antlers. This 

 procedure was followed from time to time 

 nearly all afternoon. 



The day had worn on until the sun had set; 

 the twilight was approaching, when we heard 

 the gruff voice of a big bull coming through 

 the pass behind us, between the third butte 

 (the one we were on) and the fourth, which 

 was to our left. We soon saw him, and 

 named him "Sir Ivanhoe," from his brave 

 and fearless demeanor. 



"Sir Ivanhoe" would frequently stop and 

 paw the earth, throwing the dust and dirt over 

 his head. Then in a strong but guttural voice 

 he would issue his challenge to fight any 

 bull moose in that whole vicinity "bar 



none." 



We now saw that the three young bulls 

 were listening to the newcomer's challenge, 

 and as "Sir Ivanhoe" came nearer, they ad- 

 vanced cautiously from their different posi- 

 tions to see what manner of antagonist was 

 approaching them. A small lake or pond 

 intervened between the rivals. "Sir Ivanhoe" 

 was rapidly nearing it; yet he would stop 

 every few minutes to throw out his defiant 



