Calling the Moose 



This is excel lent sporfe, i' faith. 



—Henry IV. 



In the latter days of September and the early 

 weeks of October the mammoth deer, known as the 

 moose, is mating. Then it is that the woods of 

 Maine, Nova Scotia and New Brunswick are traversed 

 by thousands of sportsmen with their guides, all in 

 search of one thing — a chance to kill a bull-moose. 

 Now, the female moose, in one particular, is very like 

 some other females of the animal kingdom ; she is coy 

 and capricious, leading her lover " a merry dance o*er 

 moss and fell,*' through bog and swamp, and along 

 the margins of lakes, ponds and lagoons, or " logans " 

 as they are called in this region. At night she comes 

 down to the water to feed on the roots and tops of 

 the lily-pad which grows so abundantly in sluggish 

 streams. If her mate is her escort he usually stands 

 on the bank, eyeing his spouse tenderly as she feeds, 

 and ever ready to protect her from all danger, real or 

 fancied. 



If the bull-moose has no cow of his own, but is 

 merely ranging and scouring the country to find a 

 sweetheart that fits his fancy, then is the time he is 



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