JACK'S FIRST MOOSE
Travel down the stream next day was easy. The valley widened out,
and the hills on either side grew lower. Twice during the march
they came to broad meadows, partly overgrown with willows, old
beaver meadows, Hugh said; and instead of going through them they
went around close to the hills, so as to avoid any possible trouble
from miry spots.
After supper that night at camp Hugh said to the boys, "I reckon
pretty quick we'll turn off south and follow up some creek, so as
to get over to the Divide, and cross down onto Sweetwater. If I
ain't mistaken, before we get much further along we'll strike a big
stream coming in from the south, and when we do, we've got to turn
and follow that up. I've heard tell of a little town off here to
the south, but I don't know where it's at, and we don't want to go
to it, anyhow."
About noon next day they began to see a wide valley opening up to
the south, and Hugh told them that this must be the creek he had
been looking for. They did not follow the stream down to where
the river from the south joined it, but cutting across southwest,
climbed the hill, and journeyed through beautiful green timber
in the direction in which they wished to go. Several times they
came on beautiful mountain lakes lying in the timber, and while
passing one of these Hugh stopped and pointed to the ground, and
when Jack came along he saw there a track which he knew must belong
to a moose. He wished that he might get a shot at a moose, and
kept his eyes wide open as they journeyed along, but saw nothing.
Two or three times during the day they rode near enough to the
river they were following up to hear its rushing, and the noise of
water-falls, but they could not see them. Hugh did not seem to be
following any road at all,--there was not even a game trail,--but
he wound in and out among the timber, keeping in the general
direction from which the river came. About the middle of the
afternoon he turned to the left, and worked down into the valley
of the stream, which, though often narrow, sometimes spread out
and showed charming little park-like meadows, in one of which they
stopped to camp. After camp had been made, the horses attended to,
and supper eaten, Jack said to Hugh, "Are there many moose in this
country, Hugh?"
"Well," said Hugh, "I don't know exactly what you call many. There
used to be plenty here, and I expect if a man was hunting he might
run across one once in a while. Of course moose stick close to the
timber and the brush, and you don't see them as easily as you do
the elk, that feed on the bald hillsides or on the prairie."
"I'd like mighty well to get a shot at one," said Jack.
"Well," said Hugh, "it might be such a thing as you could do that,
but you're not likely to, unless we stop for a day or two to hunt.
We can do that most any time now, if we feel like it. We've got
over the ridge, and there's no danger of any snow falling, to stop
us, but of course it's getting cooler all the time. If you're going
to kill an animal for meat you'd better kill a cow. On the other
hand, if you want a big head, why of course you'll kill a bull;
but the bulls are pretty poor eating now; they were better two
weeks ago, just like the elk was. We've got quite a little way to
go yet, and of course we've got to have meat to eat; but, on the
other hand, we've got the hams of that sheep, and the piece of that
little bear, and we're going through a good game country all the
way, so that I wouldn't kill anything more until we need it."
"Well, Hugh, we've had lots of hunting; let's not kill anything
more until we need it. Maybe there'll be a show down on the
Sweetwater to get a moose."
"Well," said Hugh, "maybe there will be; yet this is a better place
than that. But we'll be in good moose country for quite a way yet,
and maybe you'll get a chance to kill a moose, if you want to very
bad."
The stream that they were following up grew smaller and smaller,
yet Hugh continued to follow it, and in the same southerly
direction. He told the boys that this stream headed in the Divide,
between Wind River and Sweetwater, and that when they came to the
head of this creek it was only a short distance over to others
running into some of the heads of the Sweetwater.
"It ain't far, and it ain't a high climb," he continued, "and
after we strike the Sweetwater, it's a plain trail right down to
the Platte, and then across that is home. I don't rightly know how
far it is, but I reckon it's not far from two hundred miles."
"That means ten days then, Hugh, does it?"
"Well," said Hugh, "you might call it ten days. Of course that
means if we don't have any trouble. If we should get into any
difficulties, or lose a horse or two, or something of that kind, it
might take us longer."
Three days later they had crossed over the Divide, between the Wind
River and Sweetwater drainages, and were making their way through
the timber down toward the Sweetwater. Camp had been made early.
One of the pack horses had hurt its foot during the day, and had
gone lame, and Hugh wanted to rest the animal for a day or two;
otherwise it might become so lame that he would have to leave it
behind. About the middle of the afternoon, Joe and Jack started out
from camp to hunt, Joe taking the hills to the right of the camp,
and Jack those to the left.
It was pleasant going through the green timber so quietly as to
make no sound, and watching constantly between the tree trunks, to
see the motion of any living thing that might appear. There were
a few birds in the upper branches of the trees, and now and then
a grouse walked out of the way. Jack entered one of those level
pieces of forest where the trees stand a little apart and the
ground is covered with the pale green stems of the little mountain
blueberry, which in fact is not blue in color, but red. This little
fruit is very delicious, and a favorite food for birds and beasts.
Jack came to a patch where the berries were thick, and sitting down
began to strip them from the stems and eat them. Now and then he
could hear the whistle of a meat-hawk, the harsh grating cry of a
Clark's crow, and the shrill scream of a hawk that soared far above
the forest. Jack thought it most pleasant, and he liked to be there
alone and just look about him, and see and listen. It seemed to
him a place where at any moment some great animal might step into
sight, and begin to feed or to go about any of the operations of
its daily life, not knowing that he was there watching and enjoying
it all.
And just as these thoughts were passing through his mind, something
of this sort happened. It was not a very large animal, but the
sight was a pretty one, none the less. He saw the slender stems of
the huckleberry bushes shake, thirty or forty yards from him, and
the shaking came nearer and nearer, and presently he was able to
distinguish that a dozen grouse were coming toward him, feeding on
the berries. He sat still, hardly daring to breathe, and before
very long the birds were close to him, and in a moment more were
all about him. He could see the old hen, larger than all the rest,
and with frayed and faded plumage, while the young birds, but
little smaller, were much more highly colored,--bright brown and
white and bluish. They seemed sociable little creatures, for they
were talking all the time, calling to each other much as a flock
of young turkeys would call, and seeming uneasy if they became
separated. There was one bird that wandered off quite a little to
one side, and as the cries of its fellows became fainter as they
passed along, the bird stood very straight, with its head much
higher than usual, and erected the feathers of its head and neck so
that they stood on end, giving it a very odd appearance. As soon
as it had located the brood, the bird smoothed down its feathers
and ran quickly toward the others. When the group got to where Jack
was sitting, they paid no attention to him whatever. One of them
stopped immediately in front of him, and looked carefully at his
face, but at once resumed its feeding; and passing on both sides of
him, they went on.
Jack did not wish to frighten them, and so turned his head and body
very slowly to look after them, and he did it so carefully that the
birds were not alarmed, but finally passed out of sight and hearing
without being frightened.
This small adventure gave Jack very great pleasure, and he felt
as if he had already been well repaid for his walk. Keeping on
through the forest, he went down a gentle slope, and presently
found himself at the edge of a little meadow, surrounding a very
pretty lake. Nothing was to be seen there, and he stepped out of
the bushes to go down to the water.
He was going along rather carelessly, holding his rifle in the
hollow of his left arm, when from a bunch of willows just before
him a huge black animal with horns rushed out, and trotted up
the meadow toward the timber. Instantly Jack knew that it was
a moose, and throwing his gun to his shoulder, he fired at the
animal just before it reached the fringe of willows at the edge of
the meadow. It seemed to him that the creature flinched a little
and then went faster, but he could not be sure. What was certain
was that it did not fall. Taking up the track, he followed it for
some distance through the timber--not a difficult task, for the
moose was trotting rapidly and throwing up dirt at every stride.
At length, however, he came to a piece of rocky ground, where the
tracks were much harder to follow, and presently he lost them and
had to circle two or three times to find them, and from that on the
work of picking them out was slow. Soon, too, he noticed that it
was growing darker, and looking at the sky he concluded that the
sun had set. He had a mile or two to go, and as he did not wish to
lie out during the night, he reluctantly left the moose track and
started back for the camp. He hurried as fast as he could, and made
good progress; but after it really got dark it was impossible to go
very fast. He did not feel like firing his gun, because that would
be as much as to say to the people in the camp that he was lost,
and he did not wish to do this. He worked his way along, therefore,
keeping toward camp as nearly as he could, but more by guess than
anything else, because the trees stood so close that the stars
could not be seen. However, the little light that still lingered in
the west gave him some idea of direction.
At last the ground began to slope in the direction in which he
was going, and before long he saw in the sky the glare of a
fire. He made sure that this was the camp, and hurrying along as
fast as possible, frequently stumbling over rocks and sticks and
occasionally running his face into the twigs of a dry spruce limb,
he at last found himself near the bottom of the hill, and could see
the gleam of the fire through the tree-trunks. Before long he was
close to camp, and saw that Hugh and Joe had built quite a bonfire
in front of the lodge. It was the reflection of this that he had
seen in the sky.
As he walked up to the fire, Hugh said, "Well, here you are, eh? We
didn't know but you calculated to lie out all night."
"Well," said Jack, "I didn't know but I'd have to do that; but I
didn't want to, and so I kept going. I think perhaps I would have
stopped and built a fire back in the timber if it hadn't been that
I saw your fire, and kept coming."
"What kept you?" said Joe.
"Why, Joe," said Jack, "I saw a moose, the first moose I ever saw;
and I had a good shot at it, running nearly straight away from me,
and I ought to have killed it, but I didn't. I think I must have
hit it; anyhow, I thought I saw it flinch when I shot, and it went
through the timber in great shape. I followed the tracks quite a
long way; but then it got dark, and I had to give it up and come
back.
"I'd like to go out and look for it to-morrow, and I will, too, if
we stay here."
"Well," said Hugh, "we'll stay here, all right enough. I want to
rest up this horse's foot for a day or two. If I stay here and
bathe that horse's foot, and keep him quiet, he's likely to be all
right in two or three days. If we make him follow us over these
hills now, he may get so that he can't use the foot at all.
"Pity you didn't kill your moose," he continued; "what do you think
was the matter?"
"I don't know," said Jack. "I had as good a chance as I ever had at
a running animal, but I think maybe I wasn't careful enough, and
didn't hold low enough. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if I shot
high on him. That seems to be my trouble often."
"Well," said Hugh, "you'd like to go to-morrow and see if you could
follow him up and find him. Of course he won't be good for anything
if you do find him, but you'll have the satisfaction maybe of
knowing that you killed him."
"Won't be good for anything," said Jack; "how do you mean? You
don't mean he'll spoil, just lying out for one night."
"Why, son, didn't you know that? Is it possible you've travelled
with me all these months and haven't learned that unless you dress
an animal as soon as it's killed it's going to spoil? It don't make
any difference whether the weather's cold or warm, but if you leave
a critter with the entrails in for four or five hours it is no
good; the meat gets tainted."
"Well," said Jack, "That's news to me. I never heard that before."
"Oh," said Joe, "everybody knows that."
"Yes," said Jack, "everybody but me."
After Jack had put his gun in the lodge, he brought out the coffee
pot and frying pan, and ate some food, and then sat there by the
fire, very melancholy, because he had not got his moose.
"He had horns, Hugh," Jack said, "and if I should be able to find
him to-morrow, I could bring those in, couldn't I?"
"Yes," said Hugh, "the horns won't be spoiled. It's only that the
meat wouldn't be good to eat. Were his horns big?"
"No," said Jack, "I don't think they were very big; they stuck out
on both sides. You see, I didn't get much of a look at him, except
when he was running away. Then I could see his horns, but I wasn't
looking at them; I was trying to pick out the place to shoot, and I
didn't pick it out very well."
The next morning Hugh told the boys that they had better go out and
see whether they could find the moose, or another one, but warned
them to watch the sky, and keep their direction, so that they would
be sure to get back. He warned them also to notice carefully, and
not get over the Divide. So long as they stayed on this side, the
streams running down toward the Sweetwater would always help them
to find camp; but if they crossed the Divide and got into the
Wind River drainage, then the streams would only confuse them,
especially as the timber was thick, and the sky could not be seen,
and so the direction could not be told from that. Jack did not
attempt to go back to the point where he had lost the moose tracks,
but instead kept off to the south, in order to cross the tracks
again, and pick them up where they were plain. He felt sure that
he and Joe would have no trouble in following them up to the point
where the darkness had obliged him to give them up.
They soon found the tracks, and Jack, from his memory of the
country passed over the night before, was able to follow them quite
rapidly to the place where he had finally left them. Beyond here
the trail was not hard to follow. The timber was thick and the
ground damp; there was much moss, and the great hoofs of the moose
tore this up, so that the trail was plainly visible; and here Jack
had the first confirmation of his belief that he had hit the moose,
for Joe called attention to a bush against which the animal had
rubbed, and showed on it a little smear of dried blood.
By this time the moose had stopped trotting and was walking; and
after a while they saw before them lying on the pale soil, among
the tree-trunks, a dark object stretched out, which they presently
recognized as the moose. He had lain down here and died as he lay.
The body was rigid now and somewhat swollen. Although the moose was
not a large one, to Jack he seemed enormous--much taller, longer,
and deeper through than an elk, and with a huge ungainly head and a
swollen upper lip.
"Well, Jack," said Joe, "what are you going to do now? You killed
the moose, and you know it, but we can't take any of the meat. You
might come up here and get the horns, if you want to pack them back
with you, but it's no use to butcher the animal; you can see for
yourself that the meat is spoiled."
"Yes," said Jack, "I suppose it is. I'm awfully sorry; I hate to
see a great big lot of meat go to waste like this, but there's
nothing to be done now. I ought to have shot better."
"Well, I'll tell you what let's do," said Joe: "let's go back to
camp, and catch up our horses, and come up here and get those
horns. In fact I guess we may as well bring a pack horse with us.
Horns are awful unhandy things to carry on a saddle, but we can
put the head on a pack so that it will ride well."
"Well," said Jack, "we may as well do that, I think," and they rose
to go.
"I'll stick a knife in this carcass," said Joe, "and if I do that
it will be pleasanter to work about when we get back."
He plunged his knife into the animal's side and there was an
outburst of gas; then the two boys went back to the camp.