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The moose saw me, and turned quickly to 

 run. I fired at the neck, and he dropped 

 instantly. I hardly understand how the shot 

 could be so fatal, as the animal proved to be 

 a bull, although with small horns. So in 

 one minute after seeing them we had two 

 fine moose, a cow and a bull, twelve hundred 

 pounds of meat, and the grand object of the 

 trip accomplished. Pretty good for only 

 nine days out, and a Boston boy at that ! 

 David cut the throat of the bull, and placed 

 the animals so as to bleed freely. I laid my- 

 self down to get a long breath. We started 

 back to camp, as it was now broad daylight. 

 At five in the morning, after breakfast, we 

 went to John Freeman's logging camp, arriv- 

 ing there about noon. He was not there, 

 but his head man and four others took their 

 large boat and returned with us. We landed 

 and reached the game about four in the 

 afternoon. Having skinned, cut up, and 

 packed seven loads of meat that night, all 



