852 THE DEER OF AMERICA. 
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. ach 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, Koogimook! Mrs. Cope from home visiting 
some friends in Windsor. Perhaps you take some dinner along 
with me and Jim before we start up lake.’ 
*¢ Allright, Joe; Pll 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.’ 
*«¢] 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, 
