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Updated: April 30, 2025
There was no figure of a moccasined forest hero on bench or in bunk. There was no Herb Heal. "Bless the fellow! Where on earth is he?" Garst exclaimed. "He's been here, you see, and has the camp provisioned and ready. Perhaps he's only prowling about in the woods near. I'll give him a 'Coo-hoo!"
When his paroxysm had subsided, and he stood off to get breath, Garst hailed again. Glad sound! An answer this time! First, a shrill, long "Coo-hoo!" Next, Herb's voice was heard pealing from far away in the bog: "What's up, boys? Where in the world are you?" "Here in the trees treed by a bull-moose!" yelled Cyrus. "He's the maddest old monster you ever saw.
The nutmeg pigeon has the loudest, most assertive voice of the several species which have their home in my domain, or which favour it with visits. Though the "coo-hoo" is imperative and proud, to overcome the space of a mile the unison of thousands is necessary.
Something must be done." Fetching a deep breath, Cyrus sent a distance-piercing "Coo-hoo!" ringing through the night-air. He followed it with another. But, so far as he could hear, the hails fetched no answer, save from the moose-jailer. The brute was stirred into a fresh tantrum by the noise. He charged the hemlocks once more, butted and shook them like a veritable demon.
In the pause which followed, while all strained their ears to listen, the sound of a shrill, distant "Coo-hoo!" the woodsman's hail, reached them from the forest. Joe instantly responded with a vehement "Coo-hoo! Coo-hoo-oo!" the first call being short and brisk, the second prolonged into a roar which showed the strength of the guide's lungs, a roar that might carry for miles.
"It was a coo-hoo like the call of an owl, but " "But you thought it was a man?" Lockhart nodded. Brown and Wilson had not heard it. "Was it inside or outside?" "It was out here, I thought," said Lockhart doubtfully, pointing to the street that ran by the side of the hotel. I opened the door to the dark bedroom in which Abrams kept watch. It swung noiselessly to my cautious touch.
I s'pose I took the wrong direction; for I hollered, and got no answer. Afterwards, when I was travelling about the bog, I heard a 'Coo-hoo! and the noises of an angry moose. Then I guessed there was trouble." "Won't Neal look blue when he hears that he was toasting pork while we were perched in those trees, with the moose waltzing below!" exclaimed Dol.
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