Four-footed Americans and their kin . y yards fromwhere I wuz. I come out, when I saw he was dead for sure, andtook a look. He was shot through the heart, and asfine a moose as anybody could want. I didnt know thenhow tough his meatd be, or about measurin horns a,ndcountin spikes in those times, but you can measurethat pair now, over to my camp, and though theyre oldand shabby, theyll tell you five foot eight and thirty-five points. Then I saw there was blood on the frontof his horns, that couldnt have come from himself, andI began to wonder what had become er Domnick. Icouldnt lift or skin th
Four-footed Americans and their kin . y yards fromwhere I wuz. I come out, when I saw he was dead for sure, andtook a look. He was shot through the heart, and asfine a moose as anybody could want. I didnt know thenhow tough his meatd be, or about measurin horns a,ndcountin spikes in those times, but you can measurethat pair now, over to my camp, and though theyre oldand shabby, theyll tell you five foot eight and thirty-five points. Then I saw there was blood on the frontof his horns, that couldnt have come from himself, andI began to wonder what had become er Domnick. Icouldnt lift or skin the Moose myself, so, kind er setup by my kill, I followed Domnicks trail. I must have kept on four or five miles, when thewoods sagged down to swampy, thick-covered groundagain. The Moose trail was clear enough, but Domnickwalked to head him off, not in the trail. Then I cometo a place that puzzled me; the snow was melted by awarm spring, and I had to pick up the trail again on theother side. While I was thinkin, I heard another great. NEZ BIG MOOSE 317 crashin and thrashin in the bushes a little way listened ; the animal that made it wasnt runnin, butseemed to be beatin around in one place. I crawledalong careful, lookin fer trees big nough to climb ifa big Moose charged at me, for Id been hearin tallstories of how skeery they are most of the year; theyllfight anythin or anybody they think is chasin theirmate. I didnt have to look long. Down the gap Isaw a Moose, near as big as the one Id shot, banginand batterin away with his horns at an old spruce, andup the tree, sittin on a rotten old branch not a foot abovethe Mooses reach, was Domnick, without his gun ! I hurried along then with my rifle ready, for Ireckoned the branch he was holt to wouldnt last long,and I couldnt git an aim on the Moose where I Moose didnt notice me a bit, though I made somenoise, but kept poundin at the tree. Then I fired, butmy hand shook and the Moose swung his head araound,give one s
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