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Title: A book-lover's holidays in the open
Year: 1916 (1910s)
Authors: Roosevelt, Theodore, 1858-1919
Subjects: Hunting Books and reading Birds -- Conservation Southwest, New -- Description and travel South America -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York, C. Scribner's Sons
Contributing Library: American Museum of Natural History Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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ing on a patch of fairly tallwater-grass. So absorbed was he that he didnot notice us until Arthur had skilfully broughtthe canoe to within eighty yards of him. Thenhe saw us, tossed his great antlered head aloft,and for a moment stared at us, a picture ofburly majesty. He stood broadside on, and asplendid creature he was, of towering stature,the lord of all the deer tribe, as stately a beastof the chase as walks the round world. The waves were high, and the canoe dancedso on the ripple that my first bullet wentwild, but with the second I slew the mightybull. We had our work cut out to get the bull outof the mud and on the edge of the dry land.The antlers spread fifty-two inches. Somehours were spent in fixing the head, taking offthe hide, and cutting up the carcass. Ourcanoe was loaded to its full capacity withmoose meat when we started toward the be-ginning of the portage leading from the south-eastern corner of the lake toward the Lambertscamp. Here we landed the meat, putting cool
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From a photograph by Alexander Lambert, M.D. Colonel Roosevelt and Arthur Lirette with antlers ofmoose shot September 19, 1915. A CURIOUS EXPERIENCE 349 moss over it, and left it to be called for on ourway back, on the morrow. It was shortly after three when we againpushed off in the canoe, and headed for thewestern end of the lake, for the landing fromwhich the portage led to our cabin. It hadbeen a red-letter day, of the ordinary huntingred-letter type. I had no conception that thereal adventure still lay in front of us. When half a mile from the landing we sawanother big bull moose on the edge of the shoreahead of us. It looked and was — if anything —even bigger-bodied than the one I had shot inthe morning, with antlers almost as large andrather more palmated. We paddled up to with-in a hundred yards of it, laughing and talking,and remarking how eager we would have beenif we had not already got our moose. At firstit did not seem to notice us. Then it looked atus but paid us no

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