132 NEW BRUNSWICK. 



" A good hunter might call till he was grey before he 

 could bring a moose in broad daylight right up to the 

 camp ; but it was a fool's luck, and sure enough we soon 

 heard him rapping through the bushes, and then jump 

 into the brook and begin wading down. Jim had out 

 the gun, and started off to crawl along the edge in the 

 bushes to meet him. We could see them both; Jim 

 crept along as fast as he could at first, and the bull came 

 faster yet down the stream without showing a sign of 

 fear. Soon Jim began to go slower, and finally stopped 

 altogether, while the moose kept right on toward him, 

 till he was within fifty yards, when he paused and took 

 a general survey. Jim raised the gun, but when he did 

 so the animal seemed to have his curiosity aroused, and 

 advanced several steps toward Jim, who lowered his gun, 

 and backed a few paces till the moose stopped again. 

 Jim again raised the gun, and again the moose advanced 

 and Jim retreated. This went on till the moose became 

 satisfied, and with a snort bounded into the bushes and 

 was gone. "When Jim came back we asked him why he 

 did not shoot, and he said we need not think he was 

 afraid ; he intended to shoot, but did not know how the 

 gun carried ball." 



The next day my friend killed his first salmon, and 

 strange to say, thus we continued to the end, each catch- 

 ing precisely the same number of fish. The days were 

 beautifully warm, and rather given to weeping, but fresh 

 and bracing ; whereas the nights were deliciously cool, 

 almost too cold for Summer, and demanded plenty of 

 warm blankets. Living in the most primitive but com- 

 fortable style, feeding off a rough table, and often cook 



