CHAPTER XXIII TRAPPING WILD ANIMALS.
"WELL," Mr.Wood began: "I was brought up, as you all know, in the eastern part of Maine, and we often used to go over into New Brunswick for our sport.

Moose were our best game.

Did you ever see one, Laura ?" "No, uncle," she said.
"Well, when I was a boy there was no more beautiful sight to me in the world than a moose with his dusky hide, and long legs, and branching antlers, and shoulders standing higher than a horse's.

Their legs are so long that they can't eat close to the ground.

They browse on the tops of plants, and the tender shoots and leaves of trees.