98 A Hunting Trip 



rim to make a new start on its way co the 

 Patapedia River, a tributary of the Resti- 

 gouche. Thus we spent the day looking 

 through nature up to Nature's God. 



An early start was made the following morn- 

 ing, remembering the old adage, " The early 

 bird gets the worm." An hour at dawn is 

 worth more than two after sun-up; conse- 

 quently we made haste for the stream, and by 

 the time the night owl was hooting its farewell 

 call, before retiring for the day, the little 

 canoe, headed up-stream, was stealing along 

 briskly with never a sound to disturb the dead 

 stillness of the situation. Reaching the head 

 of navigation, we struck through the woods 

 for several miles. 



In hunting through the timber every step of 

 the way is interesting. The startled chewink, 

 disturbed in its scratching for earth-worms and 

 larvae, rises ten or twelve feet, lights upon a 

 limb, and utters its characteristic calls, " to- 

 which, to- wee." The old spruce partridge with 

 his feathers ruffled struts around in his self- 

 conceit, uttering sharp notes of alarm at our 

 approach. Time and again our attention was 



