and the Maritime Provinces. 



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shot but his own, though he remain for many weeks, and where he will be 

 as completely shut in from the outer world, its "duns, debts and deviltries," 

 as though he had been translated to the planet Mars. He will see the 

 great forest panorama rolled out before him just as it came from the hands 

 of its Maker. He will float in his bark canoe on lakes that are as beauti- 

 ful as a poet's dream, and whose eternal stillness is broken only by the 

 uncanny music of the loon, the raucous note of the heron, the splashing 

 flight of ducks, or the plunging stride of the wading moose. He will 

 ascend high mountains that bear no impress of the human foot, and will 

 listen in his tent at night to the hoarse soliloquy of lofty cataracts that have 

 seldom been heard by human ear. The supreme charm of the forest of 

 New Brunswick is that it is unhackneyed, unhunted, unadvertised by hired 

 scribblers — as fresh and verdant in its summer garb of Lincoln green, or 

 in its gorgeous robes of autumn, as it was in the dawn of time. 



The moose is admittedly the noblest of American game animals. His 

 majestic proportions, his speed, strength and cunning, make his capture 

 the climax of the sportsman's joys. As with all members of the Cervidcr, 



Photo, by E. W. Shaw. 



An Untimely End. 



