Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-10-11
sunday, O,tober IL, 1891.
"a MAN, A GUN ANb 4 MOOSE.

H
An Three in the Heart of the Maine
Woods. and Nothing Happened.
We draw of to the middle Of the bay,
perhaps 600 yards across The sun is
down. and in the dusk every stump re-
solves itself into aadeer. You see white
tails and horns, and they move. But
at last a stick back in the woods cracks
That's the real thingl Is it a deerl Is
it a moosei Is it coming inI Another
crack-then stiffness. Next in the wa.
ter. way out IN the woods. Is a black
dusky thing. really moving this time
The boat starts Of its own accord 70
meet the black thing.
IL looks now like a ram, for there is
something whitish about is odd head.
and il is ''sloshing" through the water.
making a noise you think must brighten
il out. It's no deer. Its too black.
You can't tell the size, for It seems in
definitely far of at a dream distance.
AT last it stops. and standing well out
IN the water begins TO feed. You can
not remember how il got 50. but il il
now a full grown black bull moose. six
feet high at the shoulder. with enor
nous Handicapped horns and a long
black pendant ike a lady's boa hang
ing from its neck
We are $50 yards of AID the rifle j.
cooked without "a click A hundred
yards, and iustinctivel' and without
motion your left should O. goes forward
and your right foot q ross the boat
Now the moose looks Ip. "a moments
glance at the log q { has not been
there this summer looriug distance.
forty yards. md Of f. elf the rifle is at
my shoulder and lad low on the
breech. / glance long the barrel as
the white sight Pile ; over thar black
shoulder.
Ii Is a curious conflict Of instinct and
desire. We hunt day and night mere
ly TO see large game Yet the gun gues
to the shoulder recognizing the com
mon end, as If to prove You could have
shot it. The moose looks up again-a
longer look As his head drops again
the rife sinks 10 my knee. fun COCK
still. barrel forward
You see a moose is bigger than a
horse; il has uncomfortable horns; IT'S
very quick on its feet; the water is
shallCw-in short, a gun is a weapon Of
defense and you rather wish il was o
nno He stares at Us now stupidity
and uneasily watches our approach,
thinking. perhaps never saw that
log before. It's a very queer log. It
gets larger. but it does not move
wonder what that shiny stick is with
the round black spot in its white end.
/ don't like it.
See here, moose. you're the biggest
thing in the world guess III go and
poke it with my horns. l can reach il
In two jumps. l can't hear it, but it
looks as if il could make a noise. Well,
my great great-grandfather told me a
stump baTked at him one night and bit
a round hole in Linn like a by bite. only
bigger and worse, and ] guess I'll walk
quietly out"
So the moose carefully lifted one Of
his big feet and put it carefully down
with a great splash. then another. ]
can't remember the rest till he Uas "a
the woods. Boston Post
When One Writer 'noLes-
Many brain workers have found in.
spiration in tobacco. r Z. Francil-
lon. who is a very hard. very regular,
and not seldom an excessive worker,
finds that his consumption Of tobacco
and his production of work are in al
most exact proportion.
Il cannot pretend TO guess" he says
whether the work demands the to-
bacco or whether the tobacco stiRa-
ktes the work but in my ease they are
tnextricably, and | believe necessarily,
combined. When | take a holiday,
especially II / spend it in the open air,
i scarcely smoke at all. Indeed, | find I
that bodily exercise requires no stimu-
liant of any kind whatever. If / read /
moke little, but if | produce, tobacco
takes the form of a necessity, / believe,
for | am indolent by nature, and to-
bacco seems to me 20 be the best ma
chine for making work 60 with the
grain that | can find.
His general conclusion is that bodily
labor and exercise need no stimulant at
ell, OF at most very little, but that in
tellectual and especially creative work,
when it draws upon the mind beyond a
quickly reached point, requires. being
a nonnatural condition, nonnatural
means to keep it going New York
Sun