They listened intently. Nothing could be heard but the wind
whistling through the half-naked branches of the trees and rustling
the dead leaves that covered the ground. The moon fell in slanting
rays across the Laurentian hills. Dark clouds were hurrying up from
the horizon, and soon the whole scene was plunged in darkness.
"Hush! there it is again," said the Chief, in a state of breathless
expectancy. "It seems to be coming nearer. Could either of them
have met with an accident, I wonder?"
Rousing the others, they seized their guns and followed the narrow
path along the bank of the river in the direction whence the sound
seemed to come. All was darkness--utter darkness. Suddenly there
was a wild scream from the forest on the opposite bank. Its echoes
had hardly ceased when it was answered by a similar cry from the
trees above, followed by the same strange laugh. It proved to be the
voice of the white-headed eagle calling to his mate.
What had become of Christie and the Colonel was the question which
perplexed the mind of every man in the party. They called and called
again, but there was no answer. They penetrated into the woods with
lighted torches, but could find no trace of them. They discharged an
old Queen Anne gun, which had the reputation of making the loudest
report of any of the firearms in their possession, but there was no
response.
At the first glimmer of daylight they organized a search-party, but
not until late in the afternoon was suspense relieved by the return
of the missing pair to the camp.
"We must have walked five miles," said the Colonel, "following the
course of a small stream. On ascending a low hill we looked
cautiously over its crest. Before us was a scene I shall never
forget. Several huge animals were standing within range under a
clump of willows, nibbling at their twigs. The tall, broad,
palm-like antlers that rose from the head of one of them, the immense
size and ungainly forms, the long legs and ass-like ears, the immense
heads with overhanging lips, the short necks with their standing
manes, left no doubt in my mind that they were moose, for I had never
before seen one. They were all of a dark brown color, almost
blackish in the distance, the large one being darker than the others.
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