. The trial to the woods. e of corn bread from his pack, andheld it down to the moose, again poking his antlerswith the ax-handle. At first the bull paid no attention to him, but,finally, being annoyed by his persistence, he slowlyraised his head and looked straight at the wood-chopper with his dark, hunger-sunken, pleadingeyes. Then Joe thrust the bread forward, and the longhanging upper lip of the moose reached for it. Itwas only a morsel for such a great starved brute,but it showed the intent of the stranger. Joe would like to have fed him all there was inthe pack, but his own life would ha
. The trial to the woods. e of corn bread from his pack, andheld it down to the moose, again poking his antlerswith the ax-handle. At first the bull paid no attention to him, but,finally, being annoyed by his persistence, he slowlyraised his head and looked straight at the wood-chopper with his dark, hunger-sunken, pleadingeyes. Then Joe thrust the bread forward, and the longhanging upper lip of the moose reached for it. Itwas only a morsel for such a great starved brute,but it showed the intent of the stranger. Joe would like to have fed him all there was inthe pack, but his own life would have been thepenalty. After reaching the long upper lip towardshis new-found friend several times, the moose againthrust his muzzle in the snow and stood motionlessas before. The afternoon sun was gilding the distant treetops, and blue shadows were stealing from behindthe trunks of the trees. There were several milesyet to be covered before reaching camp, but Joe tookthe time to fell some small birches across the beaten 139. Joe Sharette Feeding the Moose 140 track in reach of the moose, in hopes that this browsewould stay starvation until a crust should form overthe snow so that the moose might find access tobroader feeding grounds. A few yards farther on he came upon a cow moosestanding head down under a spreading spruce, asher lord had been. An eight months old calf wasthrusting its muzzle into her flank and occasionallygiving a hoarse, jjathetic bleat. Near by was thecarcass of a two year old, which had succumbed tostarvation. About the fallen moose were broad-padded lynxtracks and the paw-print of a fox. The weasel, too,had been there with his blood-thirsty muzzle. Eleven moose, in all, Joe counted in the yard,five dead and six but shadows of their former mus-cular, sinewy selves. Like the big bull, each had lost his fear of manin that greater fear of starvation. All looked at Joewith the same hollow, sorrow-haunted eyes. VAhen the purple shadows on the snow grewsomber, and
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