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call of the young calf, the anxious call of the solicitous mother, 

 the amorous note of the female seeking a mate, or the masculine 

 response of the male, to the fierce and defiant challenge of the 

 bull when a rival is suspected to be near. Each of these, on oc- 

 casion, must be perfectly expressed, or the counterfeit will be de- 

 tected and the suspicious game will instantly disappear. 



I can best illustrate the first mode of hunting the Moose by an 

 extract from that ardent and experienced sportsman and admir- 

 able writer, Captain Campbell Hardy, in "• Forest Life in Aca- 

 die," p. 91. I have no fear that my extract will be too long, for 

 it is instructive as well as interesting : — 



" Presently the canoe was signaled, and going down to the 

 water's edge I embarked, and in a few minutes stood before Joe's 

 castle. It was a substantial farm-house, evidently built by some 

 settler who had a notion of making his fortune by the aid of a 

 small stream, which flowed into the lake close by, and over which 

 stood a saw-mill. An old barn was attached, and from its rafters 

 hung moose-hides of all ages and in all stages of decomposition ; 

 horns, legs, and hoofs ; porcupines deprived of their quills, which 

 are used for ornamental work by the women ; and in fact a very 

 similar collection, only on a grander scale, to that which is often 

 displayed on the outside of a gamekeeper's barn in England. 



" A rush of lean, hungry looking curs was made through the 

 door as Joe opened it to welcome me. ' Walk in Capten — ah, 

 you brute of dog, Koogiviook ! Mrs. Cope from home visiting 

 some friends in Windsor. Perhaps you take some dinner along 

 with me and Jim before we start up lake.' 



"■ ' All right, Joe ; I'll smoke a pipe till you and Jim are ready,' 

 I replied, not much relishing the appearance of the parboiled 

 moose-meat, which Jim was fishing out of the pot. ' No chance 

 of calling to-night, I'm afraid, Joe ; we shall have a wet night.' 



" ' I never see such weather for time of year, Capten ; every- 

 thing in woods so wet — can't hardly make fire ; but grand time 

 for creeping, oh, grand! everything you see, so soft, don't make 

 no noise. What sort of moccasin you got ? ' 



" ' A good pair of moose-shanks, you sold me last winter, Joe; 

 they are the best sort for keeping out the wet, and they are so 

 thick and warm.' 



" The moose-shank moccasin is cut from the hind leg of the 

 Moose ; it is in shape like an angle-boot, and is sewn up tightly 

 at the toe, and with this exception being without seam, is nearly 

 water tight. The interior of Cope's castle was not very sweet, 



