“Talkin’ about that trip among the Adirondacks, puts me in mind of an adventer I had with a bull moose, on one occasion among them.  There are times when sich an animal is dangerous.  I’ve hearn tell of elephants gittin’ crazy and breakin’ loose from their keepers, or killin’ them, and makin’ a general smash of whatever comes in their way.  I believe its so sometimes with a bull moose; and when the fit is on the animal forgets its timid nater, and is bold and fierce as a tiger.  I’ve seen two sich in my day; one of ’em sent me into a tree, and the other put me around a great hemlock a dozen or twenty times, a good deal faster than I like to travel in a general way, and if I hadn’t hamstrung him with my huntin’ knife, maybe he’d have been chasin’ me round that tree yet.  Wal, as I was sayin’ I was out among the Adirondacks one fall, airly in November; I’d wounded a deer, and sent Crop forward on his trail to overtake and secure him.  It was a big buck, with long horns, and Crop had a pretty good general idea of what sich things meant.  He was cautious about cultivatin’ too close an acquaintance with such an animal, unless something oncommon obligated him to do so.  I heard him bayin’ a little way over a ridge layin’ gist beyond where I shot the buck.  I warn’t in any great hurry, for I knew Crop would attend to his case, and I tho’t I’d wipe out my rifle afore I loaded it again.  I was standin’ by the upturned roots of a tall fir tree that had been blown down, and in fallin’ had lodged in a crotch of a great birch, maybe twenty feet from the ground, and broke off.  I stepped onto the butt of the fallen spruce, and was takin’ my time to clean my gun, when I heard a crashin’ among the brush on the other side of the ridge, as if some mighty big animal was comin’ my way.  I walked pretty quick along up the slopin’ log till I was, maybe fifteen feet from the ground, and I saw Crop comin’ over the ridge, in what the Doctor would call a high state of narvous excitement, with his tail between his legs, lookin’ back over his shoulder, and expressin’ his astonishment in a low, quick bark, at every jump, at something he seemed to regard as mighty onpleasant on his trail.  I didn’t have to wait long to find out what it was, for about the biggest bull moose I ever happened to see, came crashin’ like a steam-engine after him.  He wasn’t more than two rods behind the dog, and if I ever saw an ugly looking beast, that moose was the one.  Every hair seemed to stand towards his head, and if he wasn’t in earnest I never saw an animal that was.  He was puttin’ in his best jumps, and the way he hurried up Crop’s cakes was a thing to be astonished at.  The dog didn’t see me, and seemed to be principled agin stoppin’ to inquire my whereabouts.  He dashed under the log where I stood, and the moose after him like mad.  He seemed to be expectin’ aid and comfort from me, as the papers say, and was wonderin’, no doubt, where me and my rifle was all this time.  I called after him, but he was