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miles farther north, by trotting along the road 
behind them. 
At six o’clock, while it was still daylight, he 
suddenly, and as unexpectedly as an earthquake 
or the offer of a cocktail from William Jennings 
Bryan, made his appearance on the streets of 
Lenox. Lenox is not unused to Rolls-Royce 
limousines on her elm-arched streets, nor has she 
quite forgotten the aspect of fine horses, stepping 
high with the flash of silver harness. But when 
a big bull moose suddenly emerged from the 
woods behind the French Renaissance “ cottage ” 
of one of her wealthiest residents, and proceeded 
up the macadam toward the post-office, Lenox 
had considerable of a start. The village wireless 
(an ancient and still unexplained mystery of the 
science of transmission) crackled, and by the time 
Bill reached the well-kept green in front of the 
Episcopal church, there was a crowd already as- 
sembled, most of them on the opposite side of the 
fences, however. 
Bill trotted up on the green, raised his head, 
and surveyed the assemblage—which was grow- 
ing momentarily—with some contempt, and just 
