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move one bit!' behalf bissed and balf said tbrougb bis teeth. 

 ' Down ! sink down — slow, like me ! ' and we all gradually 

 subsided in the wet bushes. 



" I bad not seen bim ; I knew it was a Moose, though I dared 

 not ask Joe ; but quietly awaited further directions. Presently, 

 on Joe's invitation, I slowly dragged my body through the 

 bushes to him. ' Novp you see him, Capten ; there — there! 

 My sakes, what a bull ! What a pity we not a little nearer — 

 such open country ! ' 



" There he stood — a gigantic fellow — black as night, moving 

 his head which was surmounted by massive white-looking horns, 

 slowly from side to side, as he scanned the country around. He 

 evidently had not seen us, and was not alarmed, so we all 

 breathed freely. This success on our part was partly attributa- 

 ble to the suddenness and caution with which we stopped and 

 dropped, when the quick eye of the Indian detected him, and 

 partly to the haziness of the atmosphere. His distance was 

 about five hundred yards, and he was standing directlj^ facing us, 

 the wind blowing from him to us. After a little deliberation, 

 Joe applied the call to bis lips and gave out a most masterly imi- 

 tation of the lowing of the cow-moose to allure him towards us. 

 He heard it and moved his bead rapidly as he scanned the hori- 

 zon for a glimpse of the stranger. He did not answer, however; 

 and Joe said, as afterwards proved correct, that he must have a 

 cow with him, somewhere close at hand. Presently, to our great 

 satisfaction, he quietly lay down in the bushes. ' Now we have 

 him,' thought I ; ' but how to approach him ? ' The Moose lay 

 facing us, but partly concealed in bushes, and a long swampy 

 gully, filled up with alders, crossed the country obliquely between 

 us and the game. We have lots of time, for the Moose generally 

 rests for a couple of hours at a time. Slowly we worm along 

 towards the edge of the alder swamp ; the bushes are provok- 

 ingly short, but the mist, and the dull gray of our homespun 

 dresses favor us. Gently lowering ourselves down into the 

 swamp, we creep noiselessly through the dense bushes, their thick 

 foliag-e closinfj over our heads. Now is an anxious moment — the 

 slightest snap of a bough, the knocking of a gun-barrel against a 

 stem, and the game is off. 



" ' Must go back,' whispered Joe close in my ear, ' can't get 

 near enougb this side — too open,' and the difiicult task is again 

 undertaken and performed without disturbing the Moose. What 

 a relief on regaining our old ground, to see his great ears flap- 



