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times when cows are protected by law one 
is mighty fortunate who can call a bull 
within range of eyesight and rifle. Possibly 
I am not hard on the moose-caller for the 
reason that I have a pet story of my own 
to tell before I close this article and it is 
woven around a piece of the bark of the 
birch tree fashioned into a horn for me by 
a Canadian guide. Nevertheless, the New 
Brunswick guides have given to the ex- 
. RECREATION 
September that Philip Castner (a com- 
panion of mine since infant days) and I 
landed at New Castle, N. B., were met by 
guides and cook, and started within the 
hour on our journey mooseward. A 
wagon, built for the wear and tear of lum- 
ber roads and moose-trails, carried our 
provender while we footed it some seventy- 
odd miles to a lumber camp (deserted some 
years) by the waters of North Lake, one of 

GUIDE AND COOK SHARE THE HONOR OF SKINNING THE HEAD 
aspeiatingly plentiful cow moose—for rea- 
sons which will follow—names that it 
would never do to print. 
Pencilings almost illegible on my tattered 
bark horn tell the story: “Friday— 
thirteenth day of hunt—killed big moose— 
54-inch antlers—bell 23 
Friday, the 13th! Ye gods that watch 
o’er huntsmen! and I wore no rabbit’s foot 
nor other talisman to offset the evil influ- 
ences of the dread day and number. 
Note you well, I pray, the length of that 
bell-——23 -anches—the~ jlongest.*that~ a 
number of old Canadian guides have ever 
seen or heard of. What merit in a remark- 
ably long bell? Well, I don’t know. But 
it gives the wearer a certain distinction. 
It was early in the second week of 
inches long.” 
the many small lakes that dot the countiy 
where flow the different branches of the 
Mirimachi. River. Hiram Foy (cook, 
camp-barber and maker of rhymes and 
songs) was left in this cabin with the main 
store of provisions, etc. Phil and I 
parted and with blankets and sufficieht 
grub for a few days started with our 
guides for a ten-mile tramp in nearly 
opposite directions. 
The story of the next twelve days may 
be passed over without much ado; full of 
excitement and interest to me, however, for 
they formed a fitting preface (tinged with 
anxiety and disappointment) to the climax 
of which I have to tell. 
Every morning at sunrise, every evening 
at sunset, did the call of one Jim Mander- 
