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mouth of the Tobique Kiver, which enters the St. Johns 

 over one hundred miles above. This raft was loaded 

 with a cargo of one hundred and forty-one moose that 

 had been killed on the upper waters of this renowned 

 salmon and trout stream. And this lordly freightage 

 of royal venison was to provide meat for a series of bar- 

 bacues with which to satisfy the appetites and nourish 

 the bodies of the host of visitors to this the capital of 

 the province. 



The first hunting accident of this season happened 

 near here some two weeks before our arrival. A couple 

 of brothers young men started in a wagon for a 

 drive of twenty-five miles, where they were told they 

 might get a moose. On reaching their camping spot 

 they mutually agreed that one of them should keep 

 near enough to watch a famous spring, while the other 

 was to watch a slough where many moose tracks were 

 seen. The one who was to watch the slough changed 

 his mind without notifying the brother, and started for 

 the spring. When he came near the spring he noticed 

 some branches moving low down and saw an object 

 through the leaves, which he at once fired at, and hit. 

 It was his brother, who had been kneeling down. 



When I looked out of my bedroom window my first 

 morning in Fredericton, the light, by reason of the 

 smoke from distant forest fires, was anything but good. 

 A tall church steeple, crowning a comparatively new 

 church, attracted my attention because of some indis- 



