ideals of sportsmen. The ordinary meth- 

 od of hunting deer in the summer is by 

 imitating the rutting cry of the male, the 

 reply of the cow and the defiant challenge 

 of the male again, followed by the thrash- 

 ingand scraping of the trees and branches 

 where the hunter lies concealed. These 

 cries are produced by blowing through a 

 birchbark horn, and on account of the 

 blind fury of the rutting males they are 

 often very successful in bringing them to 

 their death. 



The Indians and half-breeds of the far 

 North stalk the wary Moose where he 

 beds himself down after a night of brows- 

 ing, but so acute is his hearing and sense 

 of smell and so great his cunning that 

 only the trained woodsman can hope for 

 success. Leaving his feed-trail abruptly, 

 the Moose moves off to one side down the 

 wind so that any one trailing him will 

 be surely scented, and there beds himself 

 down for the day. The Indian follows 

 the well-defined trail of the Moose until it 

 becomes fresh, and then by a series of 

 circuits down the wind and leading back 

 to the trail, like the semicircles of the 

 letter B, he gradually approaches the 

 hiding place until at last, coming up the 

 wind, he sights his prey and, startling it 

 by a slight sound, shoots it where it 

 stands. 



The young are brought forth in the 

 early summer and stay with their moth- 

 er until the third year. During this time 

 she defends them with the greatest fe- 

 rocity from man and wild animals alike, 

 using her sharp hoofs in striking out at 

 wolves and men, often trampling them 

 into the snow in her fury The new-born 

 young are very helpless at first on their 

 long, tottering legs, and, roaming as they 

 do in a wild land of wolves and beasts of 

 prey, they could scarcely survive at all 

 without the protection of their mother's 

 knife-like hoofs. So long and awkward 

 are the legs of Moose that in running 

 through the woods the hind feet often 

 interfere with the fore feet, throwing the 

 clumsy animal in a heap. The falling of 

 Moose while running was considered so 

 unaccountable at first that it was assigned 

 to attacks of epilepsy, but it has since been 

 discovered that when galloping the 

 Moose spreads his hind feet far apart in 

 a more or less successful effort to avoid 

 tripping up his fore feet. But when we 

 consider his load of horns and the fallen 

 trees and broken branches of his native 

 haunts it is a marvel that he is able to 

 outrun his foes at all, whereas the Moose 

 is in fact the swiftest animal in the North- 

 ern woods. Dane Coolidge. 



There's a wonderful weaver 



High up in the air, 

 And he waves a white mantle, 



For cold earth to wear. 

 With the wind for his shuttle 



The cloud for his loom, 

 How he weaves! How he weaves! 



In the light, in the gloom. 



— Wayne Whistler, in the Record-Herald. 



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