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rously turns the poor brutes’ very pleasures into a lure to cer¬ 
tain death, is to simulate the cry of the cow Moose, which is 
easily done by immersing the lower end of a common cow-horn 
partially in the water of some pool or river, and blowing through 
it, in a note very easily acquired, which perfectly resembles the 
lowing of the female, and which rarely or never fails to bring 
down the finest of the bulls from their haunts in the mountain 
glens, to the ambush of the lurking hunter, in search of their 
amorous m&tes. 
The Indians use for this purpose the bark of the beech or aldei, 
twisted into the shape of a paper cornet, or a postman’s tin 
horn, and, with this rude implement, are perfect adepts at pro¬ 
ducing the sound requisite to call the bull to his love chase. 
The afternoon, and the silence of moonlight nights, are 
the best times for this mode of hunting; and cowardly and 
treacherous as it may appear, it is perhaps the most perilous, 
and not the least exciting, method of attacking this great Deer. 
For, in the first place, the bull Moose may generally be heard 
roaring in the upland glens, responsive to the simulated call, 
long ere they reach the hunter’s station ; and the interval be¬ 
tween each successive bellow, nearer, and louder, and more full 
of passionate fury, is necessarily a moment of the keenest ex¬ 
citement. Then comes the tramp of his approaching gallop, 
the crash of branches torn asunder by his impetuous charge, 
and at last the presence, in the full heat and heyday of his amo¬ 
rous rage, of the forest champion. 
Again, when he discovers that it is a cheat, and that no cow 
Moose is on the spot, expectant of his caresses, his fury is tre¬ 
mendous and appalling; for shy and timid as is this monstrous 
animal at every other season, during the rutting time he is 
dangerous and savage in the extreme, and will even attack a 
man when unprovoked, if he cross his path, in his moments of 
wanton dalliance. 
If he discover then the hunter, who is luring him, by playing 
with his tenderest passions, he will charge him on the instant, 
fearless ; and wo betide the luckless wight whose hand trembles 
