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which amused Bill greatly. If the horse showed 
a proper degree of alarm, he would often take a 
step or two forward, tossing his great antlers, and 
then watch the driver try to turn around and go 
the other way. If it was foot passengers he met, 
he would raise one front hoof and paw the 
ground, whereupon the humans would turn and 
start rapidly in the opposite direction. Then 
Bill would clump-clump, clump-clump after them 
a way, to hear them scream. But if they hap- 
pened to be wise, and didn’t run from him, but 
stooped as if to pick up a stone, he would leap 
the roadside wall with a great bound, and trot 
away. 
Old Bill spent a good bit of his time on the 
former reservation, especially in winter, for then 
Bill Snyder put out hay, when the snow was deep, 
for him and for the dozen or more other moose 
that now composed the herd, and there in deer 
season, when the guns popped, he was safe from 
annoyance. However, it took some vigilance 
to keep the reservation free of poachers, and one 
autumn Bill Snyder was asked by the owner to 
secure a special deputy for the shooting season. 
