gallop. Crossing to Caraway Pike, in the Cedar Meadows, an hour
later, we stampeded a lot of moose. One of them, a great bull, ran
ahead of us, roaring with fright, his antlers rattling upon bush
and bough, his black bell hanging to the fern-tops.

"Don' never wan't' hev no argyment with one o' them air chaps 'less
ye know purty nigh how 't's comin' out," said D'ri. "Alwus want a
gun es well es a purty middlin' ca-a-areful aim on your side. Then
ye 're apt t' need a tree, tew, 'fore ye git through with it."
After a moment's pause he added: "Got t' be a joemightyful stout
tree, er he 'll shake ye out uv it luk a ripe apple."

"They always have the negative side of the question," I said.
"Don't believe they 'd ever chase a man if he 'd let 'em alone."

"Yis, siree, they would," was D'ri's answer. "I 've hed 'em come
right efter me 'fore ever I c'u'd lift a gun. Ye see, they're jest
es cur'us 'bout a man es a man is 'bout them. Ef they can't smell
'im, they 're terrible cur'us. Jes' wan' t' see what 's inside uv
'im an' what kind uv a smellin' critter he is. Dunno es they wan'
t' dew 'im any pertic'lar harm. Jes' wan' t' mux 'im over a
leetle; but they dew it _awful careless_, an' he ain't never fit t'
be seen no more."

He snickered faintly as he spoke.

"An' they don't nobody see much uv 'im efter thet, nuther," he
added, with a smile.

"I 'member once a big bull tried t' find out the kind o' works I