Rod and gun . th of us.\\e crouched down and fairly held ourbreaths, and when at last I looked up hewas within two hundred yards of us andhad already turned. I whisperer! to L,Give it to him! and up we rose andcommenced to put the batteries in action. Some naturalists claim that moosenever go faster than a trot, which is gen-erally very ungainly and clumsy, butthis particular moose galloped with bothfront feet in the air, similar to a horsetaking a hurdle. Well, you will ask,did we get him? We both hit him andhe fell; but he was on his feet again andaway into the green woods in a foll
Rod and gun . th of us.\\e crouched down and fairly held ourbreaths, and when at last I looked up hewas within two hundred yards of us andhad already turned. I whisperer! to L,Give it to him! and up we rose andcommenced to put the batteries in action. Some naturalists claim that moosenever go faster than a trot, which is gen-erally very ungainly and clumsy, butthis particular moose galloped with bothfront feet in the air, similar to a horsetaking a hurdle. Well, you will ask,did we get him? We both hit him andhe fell; but he was on his feet again andaway into the green woods in a followed immediately, but as it wasdark by that time, we were forced togive up the search until the followingmorning. Utterly disgusted we return-ed to camp to enjoy a pipe and a good 150 RQD AND GLX IX CANADA supper, and to relieve our sorrow with agood, long sleep. The next few days were windy andconsequently, we could do nothing exceptscout around and run the risk of comingon a moose, while ranging up the ^^e saw good, fresh signs all around thenearby woods and the slough but did notmeet with moose. The morning of October eighth wasclear and very cold when L called meat dawn, and after making a small pot ofhot coffee, which we hurriedly drank, weset off to our calling ground, this time tothe eastward of our former place, reach-ing it bv a short paddle of about one halfmile. \\e took our station and commencedto call, L putting his best into the it being a clear morning with nowind whatever, we could hear our calltravelling, it seemed, for miles. At firstwe did not get a sound except here andthere a few owls hooting to each other:but on our third call we received ananswer. It was not the deep grunt orbark of our former friend, but a shortbark by which we knew it to be a mooseof smaller size and evidently in a first we heard it way up to the north,and in a very short time the answer camedirectly to the eastward. Finally we saw him sneaking downalong the ed
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