132 NEW BRUNSWICK. 
" A good hunter miglit call till lie was grey before lie 
could bring a moose in broad daylight right up to the 
camp ; but it was a fool's luck, and sure enough we soon 
heard him rapping through the bushes, and then jump 
into the brook and begin wading down. Jim had out 
the gun, and started off to crawl along the edge in the 
bushes to meet him. We could see them both ; Jim 
crept along as fast as he could at first, and the bull came 
faster yet down the stream without showing a sign of 
fear. Soon Jim began to go slower, and finally stopped 
altogether, while the moose kept right on toward him, 
till he was within fifty yards, when he paused and took 
a general survey. Jim raised the gun, but when he did 
so the animal seemed to have his curiosity aroused, and 
advanced several steps toward Jim, who lowered his gun, 
and backed a few paces till the moose stopped again. 
Jim again raised the gun, and again the moose advanced 
and Jim retreated. This went on till the moose became 
satisfied, and with a snort bounded into the bushes and 
was gone. When Jim came back we asked him why he 
did not shoot, and he said we need not think he was 
afraid ; he intended to shoot, but did not know how the 
gun carried ball." 
The next day my friend killed his first salmon, and 
strange to say, thus we continued to the end, each catch- 
ing precisely the same number of fish. The days were 
beautifully warm, and rather given to weeping, but fresh 
and bracing ; whereas the nights were deliciously cool, 
almost too cold for Summer, and demanded plenty of 
warm blankets. Living in the most primitive but com- 
fort^-ble style, feeding off a rough table, and often cook- 
