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RECREA TION. 



moose, and I was not disappointed. 

 The dog was the gamiest of the 2. He 

 was cutting away on that moose's heels 

 and was the maddest dog I ever saw. 

 He was getting even with the old 

 moose in great shape. The blood was 

 running off the bull's hind legs, plenty. 



I had gotten over that sickness, and 

 thought I would help Bob torture the 

 old brute a few minutes. Then I want- 

 ed to see if Bob could stop him if he 

 tried to pull out. So I slipped out 

 where the moose could see me, and 

 fired a shot, which hit him in the nose. 

 He bolted through the brush, but 

 didn't get 40 yards till the dog stopped 

 him. I followed and gave the moose 

 another shot in the neck; but he just 

 stood there and gritted his teeth and 

 looked green eyed. Then he would 

 make a plunge with his forefeet, at the 

 dog, but Bob was not there. He was 

 just behind Mr. Moose again, work- 

 ing on those hind legs. As soon as I 

 saw he couldn't get away from the 

 dog, and that Bob could stop a moose 

 just as well as an elk, I gave the bull 

 the finishing shot, and dressed him. 

 Then I put on my snow-shoes and 

 struck out up the river. 



I had not gone 300 yards when I ran 

 into 3 moose in a little opening. I put 

 the dog after them, just to see what he 

 would do, and they broke into a swing- 

 ing trot, as if they intended to go some- 

 where; but the hind one was the first 



the dog reached. I noticed he only 

 went about 30 yards, when he stopped 

 and whirled around to see what was the 

 matter with his hind legs. He discov- 

 ered they were bleeding, and no mat- 

 ter which way he jumped, or kicked 

 or struck, that black, bobtailed dog was 

 tickling his hind legs. I just imagined 

 I could see green tears running out of 

 that moose's eyes — he was so mad. I 

 finally called the dog off, after the 

 moose had raised a perfect cloud of 

 steam from his exertions, in trying to 

 escape from the dog. 



These are only 2 of the many times 

 I have seen my dog stop moose. He 

 has stopped dozens of elk, mountain 

 sheep, bear, and wounded deer; and I 

 have the first time to see game get 

 away from one of these bobtailed shep- 

 herd dogs. 



I have 2 dogs now, half brothers to 

 old Bob. I call them "Old Cub " and 

 " The Pup." They are known all over 

 Fremont and Bingham counties; and 

 I have the first time to see an elk, or 

 moose, or any animal they can catch, 

 get away from them. The old dog is 

 10 and the pup is 5 years old, and I 

 have killed a great many elk with them 

 in the last 5 years. I have trained sev- 

 eral dogs of this breed, with " Old 

 Cub," and they all made good hunters. 

 So there is no question as to a dog, that 

 is a natural heeler, and trained, being 

 able to stop a moose in any country. 



TOO BAD. 



YELLOW HAMMER. 



Within a country home were born 

 Two blooming infants bright and fair; 



It was a calm and quiet morn 

 And spring and sweetness filled the air. 



It was for them the bright sun shone 

 Amid the green and fragrant trees, 



For them the fragrance sweet is blown 

 Upon the balmy evening breeze. 



They grow apace and yet it seems 

 That Nature's smile doth linger still; 



They wander 'neath the sun's bright beams. 

 Amid the woodland, o'er the hill. 



But they are grown and they must go 



Into the city's sounding din, 

 Onward with measured tread and slow 



Seeking their daily bread to win. 



For them no more the humming bees 

 Within these walls — unhappy elves, 



No more for them the rustling trees 

 For now they rustle for themselves. 



