From a New Book. THE MOOSE’S LAST STAND

Dominion, Volume 28, Issue 96, 17 January 1935, Page 7

From a New Book. THE MOOSE’S LAST STAND

The ravenous wolves are wary. Al! too well do they know the deadly power behind those long legs that can send the sharp, splay hooves crashing through their, skulls, and the wicked antlers which, with one ripping thrust, can tear them wide. So they circle and watch for an opening. The .eager, larger and more sinister-looking than the rest, trots nervously before the moose, his cruel, red-rimmed eyes bright with cunning and the lust to kill,-but far too wise to rush foo’ishly. He waits his chance and it comes swiftly. One of the younger of the pack leaps in. There is a snort of anger, followed by a scream of pain, and the hasty, wouldbe killer is lifted upon the horns and tossed over the heads of the rest, his sides gushing streams of blood. The leader lunges for the unprotected throat. He misses this vital’ spot but succeeds in ripping a long gash across the chest of the great beast, then leaps clear, escaping by inches a vicious thrust of the antlers. . . . Again the leader strikes. His body hurls through the air like a lance. . . . Down both animals go, and great clouds of snow spray into the air as the moose thrashes in his death struggle. . . . Scon it is all over, and the pack rush in for the finish.— “ Silver Chief,” by Jack O’Brien.