CRUST AND LAKE HUNTING. 535 
He came into the settlement in a great fright with the 
hoof, but the old hunters looked wise and solemn, shaking 
their heads. Sturge, poor fellow, could get no consolation 
out of them. When winter came, he went with a party to 
hunt moose, and when in the yard, they came upon a huge 
bull moose, Sturge was for making tracks as fast as his snow 
shoes would let him, yelling— 
“That’s him! there he is again!””—but the hunters stopped 
him with roars of laughter, and let him shoot at the bull 
until he brought it down, when he satisfied himself that it 
had not the ‘forked tail,’ and therefore was not the genuine 
Old Harry! But this was when Sturge was young and 
verdant, and his mistake after all was no more remarkable 
than many others that have been made at the susceptible 
age. He has killed many moose since, but always has to fire 
a great many shots at them—for he says that somehow, since 
that time, they “will look so big he can’t see his sights !” 
