sport in an Untouched American Wilderness 



not gone fifty feet when, in a little open- 

 ing in the balsams and spruces, I suddenly 

 came upon the moose, standing rigid 

 among the bushes, within fifteen feet of 

 me. The bristles stood a foot high on his 

 shoulders ; his threatening antlers could 

 easily accommodate two men about the 

 size of those in his immediate vicinity, and 

 he was not a pleasant sight to see. But 

 he was in more danger than I was ; for the 

 instant I saw him the rifle again spoke, 

 and the poor brute fell crashing to the 

 ground. Four of the bullets had struck 

 him, all in the vicinity of the breast and 

 shoulder, and two had gone clean through 

 him. 



The following year, under somewhat 

 similar circumstances, a single bullet killed 

 another moose in his tracks. 



Our second hunting-trip, in the fall of 

 1895, was in the Bald Mountains, consid- 

 erably farther north. In this region there 

 are fewer moose, but more caribou. It is 

 considerably easier of access than the Little 

 Southwest Lake country. One can either 

 go up the Nepisiguit River from Bath- 

 urst, or up the Northwest Miramichi from 

 Newcastle. If he goes up the latter stream 

 he cannot use a birch-bark canoe, on ac- 

 count of the extreme roughness of the 



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