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A considerable number of hunting parties were out that year without finding so much as a fresh trail,

for the moose were uncommonly shy and the various Nimrod's returned to the

bosoms of their respective families with the best excuses the facts of their imaginations

could suggest.

Dr. Cathcart, among others, came back without a trophy,

but he brought instead the memory of an experience

which he declares was worth all the bull moose that had ever been shot.

But then Cathcart of Aberdeen was interested in other things besides moose.

Amongst them, the vagaries of the human mind.

This particular story, however, found no mention in his book on collective hallucination,

for the simple reason, so he confided once to a fellow colleague,

that he himself played too intimate a part in it

to form a competent judgment of the affair as a whole.

That was the opening paragraph from Algernon Blackwoods, the Wendigo.

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