what was a rare thing for basil to do, he rushed forward without reloading his gun. a few springs brought him into the open ground, and in presence of the game. to his astonishment, the bull was not dead, nor down neither, but only upon his knees—of course wounded. basil saw the “crease” of the bullet along the neck of the animal as he drew near. it was only by a quick glance that he saw this, for as soon as the bull saw him he rose to his full height—his eyes flashing like a tiger’s—and setting his antlers in a forward position, sprang upon the hunter! basil leaped aside to avoid the encounter; and in the first rush was successful, but the animal turned suddenly, and, coming up a second time, raised his fore-feet high in the air, and struck forward with his long-pointed hoofs. basil attempted to defend himself with his rifle, but the piece was struck out of his hand in an instant. once more avoiding the forward rush of the infuriated beast, the young hunter looked around for some object to save him. a tree fell under his eye, and he ran towards it with all his speed. the moose followed close upon his heels, and he had just time to reach the tree and get around its trunk, when the animal brushed past, tearing the bark with his sharp antlers. basil now slipped round the trunk, and when the moose again turned himself the two were on opposite sides of the tree! the beast, however, rushed up, and struck the tree furiously first with his brow antlers, and then with his hoofs, uttering loud snorts, and at intervals a shrill whistling sound that was terrible to hear. the disappointment which the enraged animal felt, at seeing his enemy thus escape him, seemed to have added to his rage; and he now vented his spite upon the tree, until the trunk, to the height of six feet, was completely stripped of its bark. while this was going on, basil remained behind the tree, “dodging” round as the moose manoeuvred, and taking care always to have the animal on the opposite side. to have got into a safer situation he would have climbed the tree; but it happened to be a poplar, without a branch for many feet from the ground, and of too great a girth to be “embraced.” he could do nothing, therefore, but remain upon the ground, and keep the tree-trunk between himself and the bull.
for nearly an hour this lasted, the moose now remaining at rest for a few minutes, and then making fresh onsets that seemed to abate nothing in their fury. his rage appeared to be implacable, and his vengeance as tenacious as that of a tiger or any other beast of prey. the wound which the hunter had given him was no doubt painful, and kept his resentment from cooling. unfortunately, it was not a mortal wound, as basil had every opportunity of seeing. the bullet had hit the fore-shoulder; but, after tearing along the skin, had glanced off without injuring the bone. it had only enraged the bull, without crippling him in the least degree. basil began to dread the result. he was becoming faint with fatigue as well as hunger. when would he be relieved? when would the fierce brute feel inclined to leave him? these were questions which the hunter put to himself repeatedly, without being able to divine an answer. he had heard of hunters being killed by wounded moose. he had heard that these creatures will remain for days watching a person whom they may have “treed.” he could not stand it for days. he would drop down with fatigue, and then the bull would gore and trample him at pleasure. would they be able to trace him from the camp? they would not think of that before nightfall. they would not think of him as “lost” before that time; and then they could not follow his trail in the darkness, nor even in the light—for the ground was hard as a rock, and he had made no footmarks. marengo might trace him. the dog had been left at the camp, as basil preferred “still-hunting” without him. but in his present situation the hunter’s apprehensions were stronger than his hopes. even marengo might be baffled in lifting the scent. the trail was an exceedingly devious one, for basil had meandered round the sides of the hill in search of game. deer or other animals might have since crossed it, which might mislead the hound. it would be cold at night, and much colder next morning. there were many chances that no relief might reach him from the camp. impressed with this conviction, basil began to feel serious alarm. not despair, however—he was not the boy to despair. his mind only grew more alive to the necessity for action. he looked around to discover some means of escape. his gun lay not a hundred yards off. could he only get hold of the piece, and return safely to the tree again, he could there load it and put at end to the scene at once. but to reach the gun was impossible. the moose would bound after and overtake him to a certainty. the idea of getting the gun was abandoned.
in the opposite direction to that in which the gun lay, basil perceived that there were other trees. the nearest was but a dozen yards from him; and others, again, grew at about the same distance from that one, and from each other. basil now conceived the idea of escaping to the nearest, and from that to the next, and by this means getting back into the thick forest. once there, he believed that he would be the better able to effect his escape, and perhaps reach the camp by dodging from tree to tree. he could beat the moose for a dozen yards—getting a little the start of him—and this he hoped to be able to do. should he fail in his short race, however—should his foot slip—the alternative was fearful. it was no other than death!
he knew that, but it did not change his resolution to make the attempt. he only waited for the animal to work round between him and the tree towards which he intended to run. you will wonder that he did not prefer to have the moose on the other side. but he did not, for this reason—had the bull been there, he could have sprung after him at the first start; whereas, when heading the other way, basil believed he could brush close past, and gain an advantage, as the unwieldy brute, taken by surprise, would require some time in turning himself to give chase.
the opportunity at length arrived; and nerving himself for the race, the hunter sprang past the moose, brushing the very tips of its antlers. he ran without either stopping or even looking back, until he had reached the tree, and sheltered himself behind its trunk. the moose had followed, and arrived but the moment after, snorting and whistling furiously. enraged at the ruse, it attacked this tree, as it had the other, with hoof and horns; and basil nimbly evaded both by keeping on the opposite side, as before.
in a few minutes he prepared himself for a second rush, and once more started. a third tree was reached in safety—and then a fourth, and a fifth, and many others, in a similar manner—the moose all the while following in hot pursuit. basil had begun to hope that in this way he would get off, when, to his chagrin, he saw that an open space still intervened between him and the thick woods, upon which there were only a few trees, and those so small that not one of them would have sheltered him. this tract was full two hundred yards in width, and extended all along the edge of the thick forest. he dared not cross it. the moose would overtake him before he could get half the way; and he was obliged to give up the idea of making the attempt.
as he stood behind the last tree he had reached, he saw that it branched, and the lowest branches grew but a little above his head. he could easily climb it, and at once resolved to do so. he would there be safe for the time, and could at least rest himself, for he was now weak with fatigue. he, therefore, stretched up his hands, and, laying hold of a branch, swung himself up into the tree. then climbing up a little higher, he sat down on one of the forks.
the moose appeared as furious as ever; and ran round the tree, now striking it with his horns, and then rearing upon his hind-legs, and pouncing against the trunk with his hoofs. at times his snout was so close to basil, that the latter could almost touch it; and he had even drawn his hunting-knife, and reached down with the intent of giving the creature a stab.
this last action led to a train of thought, and basil seemed suddenly to adopt some new resolution. leaving the fork where he had perched himself, he climbed higher up the tree; and, selecting one of the longest and straightest branches, commenced cutting it off close to the trunk. this was soon effected; and then, drawing it along his knee, he trimmed off all the twigs and tops until the branch became a straight pole, like a spear-handle. along one end of this he laid the handle of his knife; and with thongs, which he had already cut out of the strap of his bullet-pouch, he spliced the knife and pole together. this gave him a formidable weapon—for the knife was a “bowie,” and had a long blade, with a point like a rapier. he was not slow in using it. descending again to the lowermost limbs, he commenced making demonstrations, in order to bring the moose within reach. this he very soon succeeded in doing; and the animal ran forward and reared up against the tree. before it could get upon its four legs again, basil had thrust it in the neck, giving full force to the blow. the blood rushed forth in a thick stream, as the jugular vein had been cut by the keen blade; and the huge brute was seen to totter in its steps, and then fall with a dull heavy sound to the earth. in a few moments the hunter had the satisfaction of perceiving that it was quite dead.
basil now dropped out of the tree, and walking back to where his rifle lay, took up the piece and carefully reloaded it. he then returned to the moose, and opening the great jaws of the animal, gagged them with a stick. he next unspliced his knife, took off the gristly lips, and cut out the tongue. these he placed in his game-bag, and shouldering his rifle, was about to depart; when some new idea caused him to halt, put down his gun, and again unsheath his knife. once more approaching the carcass, he made an incision near the kidneys; and having inserted his hand, drew forth what appeared to be a part of the intestines. it was the bladder. he then looked around as if in search of something. presently his eye rested upon some tall reed-grass that was growing near. this was just what he wanted, and, pulling up one of the stems, he cut and fashioned it into a pipe. with this the moose-bladder was blown out to its full dimensions, and tied at the neck by a piece of thong. the other end of the thong was fastened to one of the branches of the tree above, so that the bladder dangled within a few feet of the carcass of the moose, dancing about with the lightest breath of wind. all these precautions basil had taken to keep the wolves from devouring the moose—for it was his intention to return and butcher it, as soon as he could get help. when he had hung the bladder to his liking, he put up his knife again; and, once more shouldering his rifle, walked off.
on reaching the camp—which he did shortly after—the tongue of the moose was broiled without delay, and, after making a delicious meal of it, the whole party went off for the remainder of the meat. they found it all quite safe; although, had it not been for the bladder, not much of it would have been there—as no less than a dozen great gaunt wolves were seen lurking about, and these would have eaten it up in the shortest possible time. the bladder, however, had kept them off; for, strange to say, these creatures, who are as cunning as foxes, and can hardly be trapped, can yet be deceived and frightened by such a simple thing as a bladder dangling from a branch.
the moose proved to be one of the largest of his kind. his height was quite equal to that of a horse; and his horns, flattened out to the breadth of shovels, weighed over sixty pounds. his carcass was not less than fifteen hundred pounds weight; and our voyageurs had to make two journeys to convey the meat to their camp. on the last journey, françois brought the porcupine as well—having found it on the very same tree where basil had left it!
