We went through the woods till we got on to the tracks of some of the animals belonging to it, then the dogs smelled them and went ahead to start them.

If I shut my eyes now I can see one of our moose hunts.
The moose running and plunging through the snow crust, and occasionally rising up and striking at the dogs that hang on to his bleeding flanks and legs.

The hunters' rifles going crack, crack, crack, sometimes killing or wounding dogs as well as moose.

That, too, was cruel.
"Two other ways we had of hunting moose: Calling and stalking.

The calling was done in this way: We took a bit of birch bark and rolled it up in the shape of a horn.