![]() ![]() Towards the evening of the second day Grimwood caught a sudden glimpse of the monster among a thick clump of willows, and the sight of the magnificent head that easily beat all records set his heart beating like a hammer with excitement. “It is the biggest moose in the world,” he said at length, a new expression on his inscrutable red visage.įollowing it all that day, they yet got no sight of the big fellow that seemed to be frequenting a little marshy dip of country, too small to be called valley, where willow and undergrowth abounded. Tooshalli examined the tracks for some minutes with care. It almost seemed he liked killing for its own sake.įour days after the party broke into two he came upon a gigantic track, whose measurements and length of stride keyed every nerve he possessed to its highest tension. His blood was of the fiery, not to say ferocious, quality. The day before they separated, Iredale shot the biggest moose of his life, and its head, bigger even than the grand Alaskan heads, hangs in his house today. Excitement was keen, expectation keener still. Pushing up the river to a chain of small lakes near its source, they then separated into two parties, each with its nine-foot bark canoe, and packed in for three days after the yet bigger animals the Indians agreed would be found in the deeper woods beyond. They soon found that the tale was true tracks were abundant they saw fine animals nearly every day, but though carrying good heads, the hunters expected better still and left them alone. With his Canadian friend, Iredale, the latter’s half-breed, and his own Indian, Tooshalli, the party had set out three weeks ago to find the “wonderful big moose” the Indians reported were travelling in the Snow River country. Though under ordinary circumstances he would have pushed on for another hour or two, he was not averse to a night here, for exhaustion had come upon him during the last bit of rough going, his eye and muscles were no longer steady, and it was doubtful if he could have shot straight enough to kill. “You can make camp ready at once.” And he sat down on a fallen hemlock to take off his moccasin boots and grease his feet that ached from the arduous day now drawing to a close. “That’s so,” he replied, in the tone of one giving an order. Every track they had followed during the last two days, but one track in particular as well, had headed straight for this remote and hidden valley, and the sport promised to be unusual. The note of decision, almost of authority, in his voice was noticeable, but Grimwood set it down to the natural excitement of the moment. “We camp here,” said Tooshalli abruptly, after a careful survey. Both men leaned upon their rifles, caught by the enchantment of the unexpected scene. As they emerged suddenly from the dense forest the Indian halted, and Grimwood, his employer, stood beside him, gazing into the beautiful wooded valley that lay spread below them in the blaze of a golden sunset. ![]()
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