f the forest, or swims to islands
in large lakes, till they are able to look out for themselves.

"Well, we used to like to catch a moose, and we had different ways of
doing it. One way was to snare them. We'd make a loop in a rope and hide
it on the ground under the dead leaves in one of their paths. This was
connected with a young sapling whose top was bent down. When the moose
stepped on the loop it would release the sapling, and up it would bound,
catching him by the leg. These snares were always set deep in the woods,
and we couldn't visit them very often; Sometimes the moose would be
there for days, raging and tearing around, and scratching the skin off
his legs. That was cruel. I wouldn't catch a moose in that way now for a
hundred dollars.

"Another way was to hunt them on snow shoes with dogs. In February and
March the snow was deep, and would carry men and dogs. Moose don't go
together in herds. In the summer they wander about over the forest, and
in the autumn they come together in small groups, and select a hundred
or two of acres where there is plenty of heavy undergrowth, and to which
they usually confine themselves. They do this so that their tracks won't
tell their enemies where they are.

"Any of these places where there were several moose we called a moose
yard. We went through the woods till we got on to the tracks of some of
the animals belonging to it, then the dogs smelled them and went ahead
to start them. If I shut my eyes now I can see one of our moose hunts.
The moose running and plunging through the snow crust, and occasionally
rising up and striking at the dogs that hang on to his bleeding flanks
and legs. The hunters' rifles going crack, crack, crack, sometimes
killing or wounding dogs as well as moose. That, too, was cruel.

"Two other ways we had of hunting moose: Calling and stalking. The
calling was done in this way: We took a bit of birch bark and rolled it
up in the shape of a horn. We took this horn and started out, either on
a bright moonlight night, or just at evening, or early in the morning.
The man who carried the horn hid himself, and then began to make a
lowing sound like a female moose. He had to do it pretty well to deceive
them. Away in the distance some moose would hear it, and with answering
grunts would start off to come to it. If a young male moose was coming,
he'd mind his steps, I can assure you, on account of fear of the old
ones; but if it was an old fellow, you'd