sport in an Untimched A merican Wilderness 



A Load of A ntlers. 



times more, emptying the magazine of 

 the rifle. Then the moose rushed up the 

 bank, and disappeared in the forest. 



Five minutes later two panting and 

 wild-eyed men, splashed with mud and wa- 

 ter, had run clear around the head of the 

 little lake, and reached the point where 

 the moose first appeared. 



" Do you think I hit him ? " I anxiously 

 inquired. 



" Yes, I think you broke his leg," re- 

 sponded the guide ; " but it may be an all- 

 day chase to catch up with him." 



Full of anxiety over the uncertainty of 

 the result, I climbed directly up the bank, 

 while Braithwaite followed the more cir- 

 cuitous trail through the bushes. I had 

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