“Though I had not come a-hunting, and felt some compunctions about accompanying the hunters, I wished to see a moose near at hand, and was not sorry to learn how the Indian managed to kill one. I went as reporter or chaplain to the hunters- and the chaplain has been known to carry a gun himself.”
“At starlight we dropped down the stream, which was a dead-water for three miles, or as far as the Moosehorn; Joe telling us that we must be very silent, and he himself making no noise with his paddle, while he urged the canoe along with effective impulses. It was a still night, and suitable for this purpose, for if there is wind, the moose will smell you, and Joe was very confident that he should get some.”
—Henry David Thoreau, “1853 Chesuncook”, The Maine Woods