. Rod and gun . wn on a bare knoll to rest andspy about us. Bain has the glasses forsome time and I begin to think the usualreport of nothing in sight was comingfrom his lips, when suddenly he exclaim-ed, Me see em big moose. You see,at the same time handing me the glassesand pointing in the direction of a faT-otifskyline. Beginning at the bottom of thehill I searched along the outline until Igot the moose in the focus of the glasses,about half-way up the mountain. Slowdyand awkw^ardly he seemed to move, hisgreat white horns gleaming at times inthe sunlight and his massive form show-ing to par
. Rod and gun . wn on a bare knoll to rest andspy about us. Bain has the glasses forsome time and I begin to think the usualreport of nothing in sight was comingfrom his lips, when suddenly he exclaim-ed, Me see em big moose. You see,at the same time handing me the glassesand pointing in the direction of a faT-otifskyline. Beginning at the bottom of thehill I searched along the outline until Igot the moose in the focus of the glasses,about half-way up the mountain. Slowdyand awkw^ardly he seemed to move, hisgreat white horns gleaming at times inthe sunlight and his massive form show-ing to particular advantage against theclear blue sky in the distance. It w^asthe rutting season, and as he moved alongI could imagine I heard him cut him ofif before he reached the topof the mountain would be no easy mat-ter, and it was on this wild run dowm theslope of the mountain we were on. acrossa wide valley with a deep creek in thecentre to ford, and up the steep mossyslope of the mountain the moose was. A Fine Cariboo Head. climbing that Bain nearly did for I neared the top I fear I lost my tem-per, although knowing the Indian washurrying for my sake, I could stand it nolonger, and shouted to him to hold on —whats the use of gaining the top in thispumped state. I cant shoot straightnow : my breath has gone ; lets sit dow^na bit. He did as I told him, but, my!how keen he was to be up and ofif! So up we got and made another hun-dred yards or so, w^hen we had to keeplow, and crawling more than walking, weat last gained the summit and commandeda fair view of the ground before us andwhere the moose must be. It was abushv hollow on top of the mountain.^Villows and little poplars grew close to-gether and the faded leaves were stillclinging to them. Through these Ipeered with the glasses until the whitehorns again became visible. It was agrand sight and through the glasses theyappeared in good range, but when I pick-ed them up wath the naked eye — I darenot shoot: t
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