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a steep angle and made for the deep shades of the forest, where the moose goes to rest during the heat of the day.
No Man came upon him lying on his side among cool, green bushes. Trees, two hundred feet high and straight as masts, towered above in a twilight of their own making. And there was a mighty hush and silence, the silence of high noon in the forest where no beast stirs save only man.
Then there was a twanging jar and the sound of an arrow cleaving the air and
