TED'S PRICKLY BEAR. 
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The slight noise he made in cocking the piece caused 
the moose to look up quickly, half turning as he did so, 
and exposing his broad, brown side. 
A shot rang out, and another. The moose started for 
the tree like lightning, but before he had covered half the 
distance he fell headlong. To leap to his side and plunge 
the keen blade of the knife into his throat was but an 
instant's work for the Indian, who had despatched many 
a moose in his day. 
As Robert descended stiffly from his tree, and saw the 
poor creature's huge bulk stretched out, helpless and still, 
he felt a pang of remorse. 
" It's too bad, Joe," he said, gazing at his prostrate 
enemy. 
" H'm. You no kill 'im, he kill you," remarked the 
other, in soft gutturals. You lucky git 'way from 'im, 
yis." 
They cut several slices of meat from the moose, and 
Joe took especial pains to carry aw^ay the muzzle, or 
upper lip, which is esteemed a dainty among hunters. 
The magnificent antlers they were of course obliged to 
leave behind. 
The Indian had as yet made no allusion to the bear. 
When they had travelled about half way to the camp, 
and had been walking in silence for some time, he sud- 
denly asked : — 
" You shot at bear, too ? " 
Robert laughed rather shamefacedly. 
