Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1912-02-14

and the knee-deep snow. At that precise moment
all the moose in Christendom were not worth
square, hot meal. f~t ~,
Suddenly-doesn't express it. All remember
is that the largest bull moost ever expect to
literally whirled across the mistenveoped open
ing in the swamp. A smaller bull was one
side; the other These fully ma
tured moose; compared with him, mere pigmies
All his size was adequately expressed in a fast
moving, gigantic wither, and high-held set of
black, long-hanging antlers. 1 will take my oath
they were IS inches across.
I fired. AS the second shell slid into the cham
Der Peter. who had forgotten dinner, and was
very much excited. jumped in front of the muzzle
of the 49, For 200 yards all our remaining en-:
ergy conveye< our breathess bodies through the
twofoot snow. When, having brushed the snow
from off dead1tll, Peter collapsed and MUIR
INJURED, by He'll dat one dammer moose"
have recollection, painful memory only,
of the cold lunch and tho tramp that night to
camp. The snow had covered innumerable dead
falls. Between two Of these my right moccasin
had fingered. For two days nursed a strained
right hip.
One chance only remained, for On Friday and
Saturday / was helpless. The tea1E would be in
on the morrow, and l lay that night in my
bunk, all the hard luck of the season Knocked me
in the "creeerrk" of the cooling stove. recalled
sportsmen I had placed that season and how they
had-on their first trip-all killed their Noise.
Then that 1njun-and how polite some of thei'
are-agreed it was hard luck yet down in his
heart Of hearts was but one more sport couldn't
chute" But finally that night slept and Just
as the first streams of daylight were trickling
through the snowguarded lanes of the forest
Peter awoke RE by emphatically stamping on his
moccasins.
A new species of angelic smile was lowering
over his features and he was talking to someone,
that was sure. rerched on the sill of the window
was tiny SOVIET owl. Catching the minute
creature Peter gazed into it's two round golden
eyes, and as the "tittit' of its sharp bill broke
the stiffness, exclaimed him eyes just like big
ten cents apiece-he mean moose" Even the
game leg felt bstter and at nine we swung to the
cabin door, to tring back, Peter felt sure zone
big haid" j.
When think of that morning L wonder some
times how many of US have experienced that
"jus naturally can't lose" feeling we occasionally
have thrust Nron us-we men who don't fit in.
Everything works like charm and the Joy of liv-
ing is in walk, our smile, the very twinkle Of
Cur eye. We define new meaning as to why
the world gees on. We are even egotistica
enough to thing it was made for ourselves.
Over the rrook we went, on-on-on. How
that moose led US through swamps, over ridges!
again the track of travelling family. dat nod
der kind moose Peter would lisp and the hill
would hide orr vanishing form.
l knew when the trail became "warm"-when
to "get ready! saw MIN the the same moment
as Peter. w. Rnew he must have antlers for
there were the tNll-tale marks on the trees. Just
now he was stafding to one side of huge vel
low birch. Presently he moved forward. his neck