You need never have known. Mr.
Lawrence is just the man."
"Oh, mother!" said Dorothy, springing into her arms, and beginning to
laugh and cry at once, yet happier than she had ever been in her life
before. "But if you hadn't told me it couldn't have happened."
When Mr. Lawrence and father came down together that evening and the
whole story was told, Dorothy, to her surprise, found when thinking
least about herself she had suddenly become a heroine, even in the eyes
of Dick.
[Sidenote: A very unusual hunting episode, that nearly ended in a
tragedy.]
A Strange Moose Hunt
BY
HENRY WILLIAM DAWSON
Some years ago, while living in Canada, in a village situated on the
bank of a large river, I was a spectator of a moose hunt of a most novel
and exciting character.
That you may the better understand what I am going to relate I will
first introduce you to our village Nimrod.
As his real name is no concern of ours I will here give him his popular
nickname of "Ramrod," a name by which he was well known not only in our
village but for a considerable distance around. It was conferred upon
him, I suppose, because he walked so upright and stiff, and also perhaps
because he at one time had worn the Queen's uniform.
A queer old stick was Ramrod. He knew a little of most mechanical things
and was for ever tinkering at something or other, useful or otherwise as
the case might be.
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