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write his name very well, Tahmunt Swasen . One Ellis, 
an old white man of Guilford, a town through which we 
passed, not far from the south end of Moosehead, was the 
most celebrated moose-hunter of those parts. Indians 
and whites spoke with equal respect of him. Tahmunt 
said, that there were more moose here than in the Adi¬ 
rondack country in New York, where he had hunted; 
that three years before there were a great many about, 
and there were a great many now in the woods, but they 
did not come out to the water. It w r as of no use to hunt 
them at midnight, — they would not come out then. I 
asked Sabattis, after he came home, if the moose never 
attacked him. He answered, that you must not fire many 
times so as to mad him. “ I fire once and hit him in the 
right place, and in the morning I find him. He won’t 
go far. But if you keep firing, you mad him. I fired 
once five bullets, every one through the heart, and he 
did not mind ’em at all; it only made him more mad.” 
I asked him if they did not hunt them with dogs. He 
said, that they did so in winter, but never in the summer, 
for then it was of no use; they would run right off 
straight and swiftly a hundred miles. 
Another Indian said, that the moose, once scared, would 
run all day. A dog will hang to their lips, and be car¬ 
ried along till he is swung against a tree and drops off. 
They cannot run on a “ glaze,” though they can run in 
snow four feet deep ; but the caribou can run on ice. 
They commonly find two or three moose together. They 
cover themselves with water, all but their noses, to escape 
flies. He had the horns of what he called “the black 
moose that goes in low lands.” These spread three or 
four feet. The “red moose” was another kind, “run¬ 
ning on mountains,” and had horns which spread six feet. 
