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away. Then she fed away again, and we 

 wriggled on. 



We knew now that we were very near the 

 bull we sought, but still we could not see him. 

 Suddenly a cow took fright and trotted away. 

 Several more followed her, and then, eighty 

 yards in front of us, our bull arose. He 

 stood face on, all but his head hidden by the 

 bush. 



Three separate times I tried to catch a sure 

 sight, but I was shaking so violently with the 

 cold, and my hands were so numb that the 

 rifle traveled all over the face of the land- 

 scape, but never rested for a fleeting moment 

 on the caribou. 



Then I deliberately laid my Winchester 

 down, rolled over on my side, and pushed my 

 frozen hands into the breast of Tom's warm 

 shirt. For fully two minutes I kept them 

 there. The band had run a hundred yards 

 and stopped, and our bull still stood watching 

 us. Then he suddenly wheeled, and ran pell- 

 mell for the woods four hundred yards away, 

 and we saw the band break and run in the 

 opposite direction. Fred and Elias had fin- 

 ished their job and were coming to seek us, 



and they had frightened our quarry. 



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