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A HUNTER'S CAMP-FIRES 



MOOSE-CALLING IN NEW BRUNSWICK 



AS the sun was rising over the cold, gray waters of the Gulf 

 Jr\ of St. I^awrence one morning shortly before the middle of 

 September, 1904, the Maritime Express of the Intercolonial 

 Railroad left Howe and myself on the deserted station platform 

 at the village of Bathurst, located at the mouth of the Nepisiguit 

 River in New Brunswick. The cold, cutting wind that blew 

 from the Bay of Chaleur and whistled around the red station 

 buildings belied the name given to this arm of the gulf by the 

 early French explorers. We found one of the guides, Joe 

 Gray, and the cook, Frank Roy, awaiting us at the small hotel 

 of the place, and as our supplies had already been ordered and 

 packed by one of the storekeepers, we were able to start for the 

 backwoods by ten o'clock that morning. Hunters and guides 

 were jolted along over the uneven roads of the country in a 

 double-seated buckboard, while the supplies followed in one of 

 the long, narrow-bodied, and durable wagons used by lumber- 

 men in the Northern woods. Later in the afternoon the condi- 

 tion of the lumbering road we were following becoming too 

 rough for the buckboard, we sent this team and its driver back 

 to the settlements, and for the next two days tramped along in 



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