Sport in an UntoucJted A merican Wilderness 



there are thousands of moose, there are 

 tens of thousands of caribou. 



The males of both species, about the 

 time of the first full moon in October, 

 will come to the deceitful music of the 

 hunter's birch-bark horn. But the imita- 

 tion of the cow's call must be very clever, 

 or it will not succeed ; and so very few 

 moose are shot in this way. The distance 

 at which the real moose-call can be heard 

 is something wonderful. I have heard it 

 echoing over a lake at least five miles 

 across. But the hunter who, on a per- 

 fectly still evening, can provoke a response 

 from the hills a mile away, is an artist; 

 and probably there are not three men in 

 all New Brunswick who can do it well. 



The horn with which the calling is 

 done is very simple in its construction. 

 The guide can in five minutes at any 

 time find a suitable birch-tree, from 

 which he cuts a sheet of bark about fif- 

 teen inches square. This he rolls up in 

 the form of a cornucopia, making the ap- 

 erture at the small end about three-quar- 

 ters of an inch in diameter, and at the 

 larger end about four inches. A tough 

 spruce root, which can be pulled from 

 the ground almost anywhere, furnishes a 

 string with which to tie the horn so that 



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