The Pony Rider Boys in New England; or, An Exciting Quest in the Maine Wilderness

by Frank Gee Patchin

"No, sir. That's moose."

"Moose?"

"Yes, sir, and I killed him myself."

The cat was out of the bag. All the warning looks from the rest of the party went unheeded by the fat boy. Once started there was no stopping him.

"You killed him?"

"With my own hands, I did, and he was a big fellow. Why, you ought to have seen him."

"That's curious. You shot him?"

"No, I didn't, I stuck him with my knife."

"And what was the moose doing all this time?" laughed the visitor.

"He was fighting. He fought me all over the place. Would you believe it, sir, he charged me. I sidestepped just like this," explained Stacy, jumping up from the table and hopping about. "As he passed me I struck him on the jaw just like this." Stacy made a swing that turned him half way around.