Silently as a shadow he creeps up on the moose, who by the way,
it seems, never expects the approach of danger from the water side.
If the hunter accidentally makes a noise the moose looks toward the
shore for it. There is always a slight gleam on the water,
Uncle Nathan says, even in the darkest night, and the dusky form of the
moose can be distinctly seen upon it. When the hunter sees this darker
shadow he lifts his gun to the sky and gets the range of its barrels,
then lowers it till it covers the mark, and fires.
The largest moose Uncle Nathan ever killed is mounted in the State
House at Augusta. He shot him while hunting in winter on snow-shoes.
The moose was reposing upon the ground, with his head stretched out in
front of him, as one may sometimes see a cow resting. The position was
such that only a quartering shot through the animal's hip could reach
its heart. Studying the problem carefully, and taking his own time,
the hunter fired. The moose sprang into the air, turned, and came with
tremendous strides straight toward him.
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