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THE MOOSE CALL
The Result 6 an Eyil'Dot.
"Frank, this is m husband."
Mechanically trie guideCs hand
went out, to be graspe'd warmly
by the stranger's. But in lite
heart hatred was surging like the
race of the Beaver. Why, oijly
the last seaspntfris woman, who
had come to Nova Scotia alone,
had pledged herself tq him, as he
thought had promisee! to re
turn; and now t
"You're crazy, boy," sai4 an
old trapper, hearing his muttered
threat of revenge. "She was fpol
ing you. It's the way some wom
en has. Why, d'you expecta city
lady-Jo takes with the likes of
you ? Haven't they asked you to
be their guide when they goes
moose-hunting? Be pqlite and
sting them good f or the work.
That's how you'll get square with
They went together to the lit
tle camp,in the wilds, and there
for three day's Frank McCrea
nursed his hate and plotted his
revenge under a smiling counte
nance. For three days they fish
ed the lake : then, the moose sea
son opened. All 'round.them, in
the dense woods, they heard the
great beasts callinglfJfor ifywas
mating time. Savage and shy,
the great bulkmopse blended so
well with the gray pine trunks
that never one was seen.
"Do you remember how - you
taught me to call up a mppse up
on the birch-Bark horn?" asked
the woman one day. "And how
y6u taught me to shoot straight?
You said you'd never seen a) wo
man shoot as straight as I could.
Well, listen ! I'm going to get a
mppse. And I want to surprise
my husband. I haven't told him
that I can shoot or call on the
"You'd get one almost from
this camp door," muttered the
guide. "Maybe you'll get one tb-
morrowi while I'm taking Mr.
Purvis alpng the lake. He thjnks
the shooting's better down there.
It ain't for me tccontradict him,
he's so positive, but you sit hid
den in that clump of vines, where
the glade opens, at 4 o'clock, and
call. Wait 5 minutes and call
again. You'll get a big bull. But
he's crafty as a fox- he'll creep
out ever so gently, and you wont
see nothing but a gray patch
among the trees. So shoot the
instant you see him, or you'll
A thousand times that night
conscience and hate strove with'
bne another, and when the dawn
came, Frank McCrea arose, con
firmed in his deadly purpose?.
They fished that morning, and at
noon he started out' with Purvis
for the lake shore.
"There's an open place near by
Mr. Purvjs, where ther's always
a big bull to1 be found," said the
guide. "Want to try it?" ' '
"Sure, Frank. What you say
goes. I'd get lost in these trees
anyway, so I've go to "do as you
By many a cunning twist and
turn the guide" conducted his vie-