the taking of it. We did have a rifle with 
us, in the hands of Bridges, the best shot of 
the gang. But that was to be used only ina 
pinch when things turned against us so far 
as to make the actual killing of one of us 
imminent. For mere danger or threat the 
weapon was not to be used. It was only to 
save life as a last, and long last, resort. 
S° we pitched our camp within sight of 
the old Indian mound, and set a lookout 
over the bog. All that day moose and deer 
were coming in. A surprising thing to me. 
For we were only about thirty-five miles by 
auto from the city of Fredrickton, N. B. But 
when the evening fell and we could no longer 
see, only cow moose and deer had appeared. 
We wanted a nice bull, and we wanted wind 
and light just right so we could get a good 
picture. 
So to bed we went with high hopes. And 
it seemed as if we had hardly touched the 
blankets when we were roused by Palmer. 
A big bull was coming out of the woods and 
feeding toward the little island in the middle 
of the bog. At once we scrambled out of bed 
and hurried into our clothes. It was about six 
in the morning, and breakfast was just com- 
ing to a boil on the fire. 
But eagerly we hurried down to the canoes. 
We had it all planned out. The two rangers 
were to row the big scow which contained 
the camera and camera man. Palmer was 
to take the left hand side of the bog to head 
off the moose if he tried to pass right across. 
Harry Allen and I were to take the right 
hand side, cut the moose off from the forest, 
and ride him. But the ride was not to be 
made till we had the moose inside the triangle 
of the three boats. 
WE rounded the point behind which our 
little camp had been made. The old In- 
dian mound was behind us, the sun flooding 
over our backs in a stream of golden light 
that transformed the bog into.a lovely garden 
of water plants from which the early mists 
were just wreathing in thin veils. The fox 
grass on shore, and the evergreens, were 
diamonded with dew that shot the world full 
of sparkle and soft light. The wind was 
biowing almost in our faces. If we had made 
the day and place to order, we could not have 
had things better. 
For there in front of us, some five hun- 
dred yards away, we could see the horns of 
the moose, ruddy with their velvet coating, 
lifted like a great uplighted chair above the 
lilies. We froze instantly, and when the head 
went down again, to feed, we transferred our 
paddles to the off side, and crept on, sculling, 
never lifting the paddle from the water, and 
taking painful care not to hit the canoe side 
or any stump with the paddle. For this 
would give warning by underwater teleg- 
raphy, to the moose groping beneath the 
waves for his breakfast. 
We looked around to see the scow and 
the other canoe quietly taking their places. 
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1: Closing in on the moose 
2. Getting astride the animal’s back 
3. After the ride—returning to the canoe 
