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For answer, the English boy shot up from his lowly posture, seized his companion by the arm, making him drop the camp-kettle, which he was just filling, and forced him to scan the soft clay by the rivulet. "Look there and there!" gurgled Dol, his voice sounding as if he was being choked by suppressed hilarity. "I told you we'd find them, and you didn't believe me! Aren't those moose-tracks?
He is as cleanly as a house cat, and his flesh when cooked resembles a cross between rabbit and veal. After setting a number of snares for lynxes we resumed our march, and on rounding the end of a little lake, saw two fresh moose-tracks.
Following them up, we finally came to a park-like region, where was very little underbrush, and where most of the trees were pine and spruce an ideal spot for marten. So Oo-koo-hoo, forgetting all about his moose-tracks, made ready to set some marten traps.
But I'm glad to be out of that beastly bog." "Confusion to your moose-tracks," ejaculated Cyrus, half exasperated. "I wish we could find a well. That would be more to the purpose. Listen, Dol, do you hear anything?" "I hear I hear 'pon my word! I do hear the bubbling and tinkling of water somewhere! Where on earth is it? Oh! I know. It comes from that knoll over there the one with the bushes."
A few crackers, in the pockets of each, was all, in the provision line, that we had provided ourselves with, and though, when we saw the moose-tracks in the sand, we had concluded to rough it, for a single night, for the chance of securing such rare game, yet having secured it, that part of our mission was accomplished, and we turned towards home.
Now and then they saw moose-tracks, but they were some days out before they came to a moose-yard a spot hoof-beaten by the moose; his home, from which he strays, and to which he returns at times like a repentant prodigal. Now the sport began. The dog-trains were put out of view, and Big Moccasin and another Indian went off immediately to explore the country round about.
Now and then they saw moose-tracks, but they were some days out before they came to a moose-yard a spot hoof-beaten by the moose; his home, from which he strays, and to which he returns at times like a repentant prodigal. Now the sport began. The dog-trains were put out of view, and Big Moccasin and another Indian went off immediately to explore the country round about.
In rather less than twenty minutes the four were scanning with wide eyes certain fresh foot-marks, plainly printed on a patch of soft oozing clay, midway on the boggy tract. "Whew! Bless me! Those caribou-tracks?" Cyrus caught his breath with amazement while he crouched to examine them. "Why, they're bigger than any moose-tracks we've seen!" "Isn't that great?" gasped Dol.
They're not deer-tracks, anyhow; they're too big. I may be a greenhorn, but I know that much." "They are moose-tracks," Cyrus answered slowly, almost unbelievingly, though the evidence was before him. "They certainly are moose-tracks," he repeated, "and very recent ones too. A moose has been drinking here, perhaps not half an hour ago. He can't be far away."
Twice, however, in this excursion I had a glimpse of a species of large mouse. This stream was so withdrawn, and the moose-tracks were so fresh, that my companions, still bent on hunting, concluded to go farther up it and camp, and then hunt up or down at night.
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