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FOREST AND STREAM. 
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was left but the narrow road, hedged in by the silent for- 
est. The rain began to fall, and dripped drowsily on the 
cajang. I could not resist its influence, and so dropped 
off to sleep. The tree tops and creepers waved a last fare- 
well, seeming to say in the mellow language of the people 
who liva forever in their shadows, "Salamaf jalan" — a 
peaceful journey. Just as the twilight was falling over hill 
and valley, converting the ladaugs into vast expanses of 
somber gloom and the thickets into fantastic shadow 
forms, we turned off from the big road and saw the wel- 
come bungalow before us. The day's experiences were 
done. R. C. F. 
A MOOSE HUNT IN MAINE. 
BY CAPT. TAYLOR. 
While attending the Sportsmen's Exposition in Madison 
Square Garden last May, and there viewing the exhibits 
of the United States Cartridge Co., I bad the pleasure of 
meeting the noted Indian guide and moose caller, Joseph 
Francis, of Oldtown, Me., and I then made up my mind 
that I would take a trip in the Maine wilderness the next 
October with Mr. Francis. 
The month of September at last came, and on the 26th 
I left Albany bound to Bangor, where I met Mr. Francis. 
We were going to take the trip alone, into the very best 
game country in the State of Maine, and as we were to be 
gone over a month my pack was large, for I had to take 
clothing enough to get through some cold weather. I 
carried all my duflSe in an Adirondack pack basket. 
Arrived at Kuieo, we spent the evening down at theKineo 
store and there bought as provisions for the woods one 
loaf of bread, Slbs. Kineo pilot bread, one-half bushel of 
potatoes, lOlbs. pork, 51bs. bacon, 5lb8. butter, Jib. pepper, 
SOlbs. salt, 20lb8. sugar, 25lbs. flour, one box rolled oats, 
half peck onions, three dozen eggs, 51b8. lard, lib, can- 
dles, four bars soap, one box matches, lib. tea, 2lb8. coffee, 
2lb8. dried apples, 2lbs. prunes, four cans condensed milk, 
lib. baking powder, two cans baked beans, two quarts 
maple syrup, two cans tomatoes, two cans corn, two cans 
peas, one bottle mixed pickles, one cake chocolate, two 
cans corned beef, a flour sieve and some crash for toweling. 
The next morning, Saturday, Sept. 28, our canoe, cook- 
ing utensils and tent arrived on the little boat Twilight; 
and putting our provisions aboard also, we took the little 
boat to Northeast Carry, eighteen miles distant. At 10:30 
A. M. we arrived at the carry, took dinner at Luce's 
house, then piled the duffle into one of Luce's wagons 
and the canoe on top, and crossed the two-mile carry to 
the west branch of the Penobscot River. Placing the 
dufQe in the canoe, we were soon paddling down the 
stream to our first camp, at the mouth of Moose-horn 
stream. 
This was a delightful sail of eight miles, and at 3:30 P. 
M. we were on the camping ground. In less than an 
hour we had the tent pitched and the fire built, and Joe 
was soon mixing some bread. At 6 P. M. we sat down to 
our first meal in camp. Supper over, we built up the 
camp-fire and spread out our blankets for the night. As 
.1 sat before the big camp-fire of birch logs and listened to 
Joe tell of the moose he had called, we could hear a par- 
tridge drumming on a log just in front of the tent. By 
9:30 we were rolled up, I in a Kenwood sleeping bag and 
Joe in his double quilted blanket. As we lay in the tent, 
the cracking of tUe burning birch logs and the sparks 
floating to the starlit sky told us that the night was to be 
a cold one, but we were soon asleep and had forgotten 
the moose stories and bear tales. This camp we named 
Camp Moose-horn. 
Sept. 29. — Sunday morning dawned and I was the first 
to arise. At 5 o'clock I crawled out of the tent and tak- 
ing up the pail found lin. of ice in it. I lit the fire and 
when Joe heard me chopping he arose and we were soon 
preparing breakfast. Of course, we had no game, for the 
law was not yet off for two days, so we had to live on 
city food. After breakfast we set out for a cruise up 
Moose-horn stream in the canoe. We paddled up the 
stream as far as possible and then took to the old wood 
road. We followed this for four miles, and were delight- 
ed to see the great number of moose tracks, some old and 
others quite fresh. We branched off this road and fol- 
lowed a trail which brought us right into a moose yard, 
and we could see where a moose had lain down. We fol- 
lowed the trail on for a mile further and came into an- 
other moose yard, which had as many tracks as a barn- 
yard, and we could see where a bull, a cow and calf had 
gone along together. It was now noon, so we traced our 
steps back to camp and dinner. 
Sept, 30, — The night had not been as cold as the pre- 
vious one, and I did not awake until I heard Joe make 
the first stroke of the axe. We soon had our camp-fire 
roaring, and while Joe started to make some partridge I 
put my fly-rod together and, placing brown hackles on the 
leader, started in the canoe for the mouth of the little 
stream, just opposite our camp ground. I had not cast 
more than two or three times when a 1-^lb. trout struck, 
and I soon had him in the canoe. By this time it was 
raining very hard and I had to give up fishing, for Joe 
was calling breakfast. How good that coffee smelledl 
and we were soon seated in the tent around the table, 
which was made out of our camp-box, After dinner 
we paddled up stream to see if there were anymore fresh 
moose tracks, but not finding any fresh ones we returned 
to camp, and the rain drove us to the tent. After supper 
we paddled up the stream again. It was bright moon- 
light, and we heard and saw a number of deer. It was 
great sport to sit noiselessly in the canoe and see the deer 
come down to the water and drink, and while listening 
we suddenly heard a buck break through the bushes and 
come down to the water's edge, when he suddenly saw us 
in the moonlight, and he whistled and started back in the 
brush. There was a doe along with him, but she did not 
see us, and came right on the shore and began to drink. 
The canoe was moving slowly and noiselessly and we got 
within lOft. of her, and there we sat. It was a fine sight, 
for I could have touched her with the paddle. She had 
not seen us yet, but the old buck was eyeing u from the 
bushes, and evidently fearing the doe in danger he 
whistled, and she started to run along the shore and again 
stopped to drink. We then floated out in the stream and 
left the lovely animal to feed in peace. 
We were nearly back to camp when we heard a large 
buck in the bushes, so Joe pushed the canoe up on shore 
and there we waited, and for nearly half an hour that 
buck was within 20ft. of us, and when he came down to 
drink he nearly stepped mto c&noe, and he.|at last 
scented us and made off into the woods snorting and 
stamping. 
Now this made me think of the hours that I had spent 
in the canoe with a beastly jack-light in the bow, while I 
in my earlier hunting experience had floated the waters 
of the Adirondack Mountains, and how the shining eye- 
balls of the deer had sent the thrill of butchery through 
my veins. In this lovely game country one has not to do 
this beastly work, and I hope the time will soon come 
when it will be placed in the game laws of New York that 
the ja.ck-light and hound will be allowed no more, 
Oct. 1. — We sat down to a hasty breakfast of bread^ 
fried partridge, fried potatoes and tea, for we were in ^ 
hurry to visit again the trail where a few days before Wg 
had seen fresh deer tracks. At 9:30 we were on th 
trail, and we had not gone far before we sa/'^ 
fresh moose tracks. While we were noiselessly wal - 
ing along the road we were keeping our eyes open for 
moose. Joe suddenly stopped and pointed to a litt^© 
thicket not 60yds. distant. I looked and there saw the 
hindquarters of a deer, and taking aim fired. A bound 
in the bushes told that I had hit. I ran up to where I 
had seen the deer disappear, and there it had toppled 
over, a fine deer. We stopped and dressed it and laid it 
in the bushes and proceeded on, for we were looking for 
a small pond at the head of the stream, which we thought 
would be a fine place to call for moose. We followed 
this road for three miles and then a small trail, and from 
there some blazed trees. These blazes soon stopped, and 
we were not near the pond; so Joe said I had better 
return to camp and he would go alone and try and find 
SWAPPING YARNS. 
it and would return some time in the afternoon. At 4:30 
P. M. he returned to camp, bringing the hindquarters of 
the deer with him, and said he had found the pond, and 
that the signs for moose were very good, but there was 
no trail to it, and it would be impossible to carry a canoe 
into it. We decided to break camp the next day. 
Oct. 2, — Bright and early we broke camp and were on 
our way down the West Branch toward the rocky rips. 
We had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Smith, of Pittsfield, 
Mass., and his guide, Steve Stenisslaus, and gave some 
deer meat to them, We went through the rocky rips and 
now were on our way to Pine Stream Falls. We soon 
reached the falls and Joe dropped over them and I walked 
over the carry, for the water in the West Branch was very 
low. We wished to reach the Chesuncook House before 
nightfall, and just as the moon was peeping over the 
eastern mountains arrived at the hotel and were glad to 
be where we would get a good night's sleep, so as to be 
fresh for our sixteen-mile paddle the next day down Sun- 
cook Lake to the dam. 
Oct, 3. — At 10:30 A. M. we were on our way once more. 
The wind began to blow very hard, so we had to cross the 
lake to get into smooth water. When near the mouth of 
Red Brook two little buck deer came out of the woods 
and watched us, and when they saw we did not molest 
them quietly walked along the shore and into the woods, 
and were soon lost to view. 
We reached the dam at 4 P. M. and pitched camp near 
the carry to Brighton Dam. After supper we paddled 
down the lake to find the man who with the aid of his 
team and jumper carries over the trail to Brighton Dam. 
There was no one at home, so I sat and waited in the 
moonlight, while Joe took the lantern and traveled over 
the carry to the other end looking for the teamster. 
While I was sitting on the old jumper sleigh the rabbits 
would run by me, and it afforded me great pleasure to 
watch them run and sit up and peer at me, and wonder 
what I was. I could also hear deer come down to the 
water and break brush not far behind me. Joe soon re- 
turned and we made our arrangements to be carried the 
next morning at 9 o'clock. 
We then went down the lake to Suncook Cove and 
called for moose, but did not get an answer, so we 
paddled down to the south end of the lake and called 
once. Without an answer, a large bull moose came tear- 
ing through the woods. He must have been nearly a 
mile away. On and on he came and when within about 
200yd8. of us suddenly stopped. Joe called again, and we 
could hear him in the woods very near us, but no induce- 
ment could get him to come out. We soon knew the 
reason why, for some campers had left a fire burning 
when they went away; it was smoldering, and the wind 
carried the smoke close to the ground, and right between 
the moose and us; he smelt it and would not pass 
through it. 
It was now 3 A. M, and we set out for camp, thinking 
that we would return before daylight and call again. In 
half an hour we were in camp and before the blazing 
camp-fire, and after drinking some warm tea were ready 
to return to the place where we had left the moose. At 4 
o'clock we were on our way again back to the bog to wait 
until daylight and see if we could call him out. It was 
not long bafore gray day appeared, and we called, but the 
moose was not around. We were very sorry to lose him ; 
he was a very large one, for we could hear his antl era 
strike the trees for a long distance off. We returned to 
camp and breakfast, for we were hungry and cold, and 
had not had a wink of sleep all night. This camp I 
named Camp No Camp, for we pitched tent, but d^d not 
deep ip itf, 
Oct. 4. — After breakfast the teamster arrived and we 
soon had the luggage on the old jumper, and were on the 
way over the carry to Brighton Dam. Joe and I went 
ahead of the team, looking for partridges. When we had 
gone a little over a mile I happened to look down a side 
trail, and there stood a large buck looking straight toward 
me, and only about 60yds. distant. I took aim. and fired; 
the buck turned, reeled, and fell dead in his tracks. Joe 
soon caught up with me with the camera he waa carry- 
ing, and we took a picture of him just as he fell; also one 
more view, with Joe and myself in it. At the dam we 
pitched the tent and prepared for the night. At 4 P. M. 
we took the canoe and made a cruise up the dead water 
of the stream. Here we saw plenty of fresh moose tracks, 
but no moose, and at dark left the canoe at the lower end 
of the dead water and proceeded over the trail back to 
the camp by moonlight. We turned in early, as we had 
had no sleep in the past thirty-six hours. This camp I 
named Camp Good Luck, for we had good luck in felling 
the big buck deer. 
Oct. 5. — We broke camp and the team had come from 
'Suncook Lake to carry our luggage and canoe over the 
Harrington Lake carry, for we next intended to camp on 
Harrington Lake for a few days. We reached the lake 
at 12 o'clock, and there met a party waiting for the team 
that carried us to the lake to take them back to Chesun- 
cook Lake. They had been camping on the lake for 
three weeks, and had a fine moose head and skin, a cari- 
bou and a deer. We paddled across the lake and occu- 
pied the camp site they had just left, and named it Home 
Camp. Harrington Lake is a fine sheet of water nearly 
three miles long by a half mile wide, surrounded by 
mountains on one side and high ledges on the other. We 
sat down to supper at 4 P. M.; and, supper over, took a 
cruise around the lake to see if the big game was plenty, 
but the wind was blowing quite hard and we had to 
return to camp, and busied ourselves taking flash-light 
pictures of camp life at night, and we prize two pictures 
entitled "Swapping Yarns" and "Pleasant Dreams." 
Oct, 6. — Sunday morning dawned and we had nothing 
to do, as we did not intend to hunt on Sunday. The 
night had been a cold one, and the water in the pail out- 
side the tent was frozen nearly to the bottom. We ate 
our breakfast of fried venison, potatoes, bread and coffee, 
and went to work chopping wood enough for the day and 
night, for in the afternoon we wanted to cruise the coun- 
try round about. At 1 o'clock we paddled down the lake, 
and Joe carried the canoe over the trail to a small piece 
of dead water. We paddled up the stream in search of 
fresh moose tracks. We had not paddled far before we 
saw a very fresh caribou track, and Joe got out of the 
canoe and followed it up on a ridge of rocks. While he 
was standing looking down in the swamp beyond I jaat 
in the canoe, and I happened to look over on a high 
ridge of rocks about ISOyds. away and there ran along a 
cow moose and a calf. They stopped for a moment, 
looked down at me and then trotted on down in the 
swamp out of sight. In not more than a minute a small, 
two-spiked bull moose came running over the same ridge, 
stojped and looked around, but did not happen to 
see me, and then started in the direction the cow and 
calf had gone. By this time Joe had returned to the 
canoe. I considered this quite a treat to see three moose 
in the daytime. We thought it would be a fine place to 
call moose the next fine night, so we pulled the canoe up 
on shore and returned to camp much pleased with our 
afternoon cruise. It was dark when we arrived at camp, 
but a big camp-fire soon lit up the scene, and we were 
once more seated around the blazing fire. The moon by 
GOOD LUCK. 
this time had risen, and everything seemed cheerful, and 
as we were seated around the table, eating flapjacks and 
maple syrup and drinking tea, we were wishing that 
some of our loved ones at home could happen in and see 
us and take tea. 
Oct. 7. — When breakfast was over we packed our 
basket and bag and were soon on our way back to the 
dead water, where we had seen the moose the day before. 
We had provisions enough for two days. We arrived at 
the stream at 3 o'clock and there pitched a temporary 
lean-to made of a rubber blanket. At 5 o'clock we pushed 
off from the shore on an all-night hunt. We paddled the 
dead water until dark and then called. We could hear in 
the distance a cow call and a calf moose would answer 
her, but we did not get an answer and we still waited. 
We then paddled up stream again and saw two cow moose 
standing in the stream, but they scented us and made off 
in the woods. At 11 o'clock we turned our way toward 
camp, and when we were nearly to the end of the stream 
Joe called again and we immediately heard an answer, 
and by the grunt we knew that it was not a very large 
bull, wading up the streaip, and was coming 
