78 Frerp Museum or Natura History — Zooxroey, Vor. XI. 
method of the Indian and white hunters of the North is known as 
“Moose calling”, and consists of imitating the call of the cow Moose 
during the rutting scason. This may be crudely described as a pro- 
longed Eeooo-yah, lasting four or five seconds. A cone, usually made 
of birch bark, is used, resembling a small megaphone. The answer 
of the male is a short, loud grunt, sometimes several in quick suc- 
cession. While the bull will come from a considerable distance to the 
call of what he considers to be a female of his species, his sense of hear- 
ing and of smell is so acute that the slightest indiscretion on the part 
of the hunter will send him crashing away through the bushes, and 
the hope of killing that particular bull may be abandoned. In lo- 
calities where these animals are much hunted they are exceedingly 
wary and difficult to approach. 
Captain Butler, writing of the Moose in the Peace River region, 
says, ‘‘To hunt the moose requires years of study. Here is the little 
game which his instinct teaches him. When the early morning has 
come, he begins to think of lying down for the day. He has been 
feeding on the gray and golden willow tops as he walked leisurely 
along. His track is marked in the snow or soft clay; he carefully 
retraces his footsteps, and breaking off suddenly to the leeward side, 
lies down a gun shot from his feeding track. He knows he must get 
the wind of any one following his trail. 
‘‘In the morning Twa-poos, or the Three Thumbs, sets forth to 
look for a moose. He hits the trail and follows it; every now and 
again he examines the broken willow tops or the hoof marks. When 
experience tells him that the moose has been feeding here during the 
early night, Twa-poos quits the trail, bending away in a deep circle 
to leeward; stealthily he returns to the trail, and as stealthily bends 
away again from it. He makes as it were the semicircles of the letter 
B, supposing the perpendicular line to indicate the trail of the moose. 
At each return to it he examines attentively the willows, and judges 
his proximity to the game. At last he is so near that he knows to an 
absolute certainty that the moose is lying in a thicket a little distance 
ahead. Now comes the moment of caution. He divests himself of 
every article of clothing that might cause the slightest noise in the 
forest, even his moccasins are laid aside, and then, on a pointed toe 
which a ballet-girl might envy, he goes forward for the last stalk. 
Every bush is now scrutinized; every thicket examined. See he stops 
all at once! You who follow him look, and look in vain; you can see 
nothing. He laughs to himself, and points to yon willow covert. 
No, there is nothing there. He noiselessly cocks his gun. You look 
again and again, but you see nothing. Then Twa-poos stretches out 
