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FpHEST AND_STHEAM. 
tight hand he has a eotiple o£ fishing rods, an axe and 
the butter pail, in his left the paddles, a rille and a lan- 
tern. 1 he traveler starts and lor the first quarter of a 
mile all is serene. Then begins the excitement. His 
pack starts to shift, and perambulates all over his back. 
At the same time its weight is apparently increased by 
500 per cent. Then the hshing rods and paddles get m 
their great work. They arrange themselves in all sorts 
of impossible angles, catching in all the bushes and 
causing a rapid succession of three-story oaths. Finally 
the camper decides to lean his pack against a stump and 
rearrange. He finds that rearranging is not all that 
fancy paints it. Once in a stooping position it is almost 
impossible to get up again, and when he does he drops 
the paddles, and so to the end of the carry. 
But to return to our party. We tramped along main- 
taining a reasonable amount of good nature and finally 
reached our long-looked-for place that night. 
This camp was near a small lake in the Tobique region, 
situated between two hardwood ridges. A marshy 
stretch made up the greater part of the shore, while the 
scrubby pines and beyond them the hardwoods, birch, 
oak, etc., stretched out in unbroken masses clear up to 
the summits of the surrounding hills. 
Our camping place was about four rods from the 
northern shore of the lake. We cleared a space in the 
dense undergrowth, and as soon as the lean-to had been 
erected, set about getting fuel. We confined our atten- 
tion to the securing of dead wood, so as to avoid any 
chopping and consequent noise, and then all gathered 
round the fire for supper. 
After doing ample justice to the smoking viands we 
wrapped up in our blankets and lay down by the "Indian" 
fire, one of the guides puflfing away at his pipe. 
How impossible to adequately express in mere words 
the delicious sense of comfort one experiences in loung- 
ing around the camp fire in the early evening, after a 
day of tramping and fishing. The logs are snapping and 
blazing, the supper has been mighty good, and when you 
stretch out with your feet to the fire, your head sup- 
ported oil a soft log, and look into the flames, it seems 
as though an indefinitely extended occupation of this 
kind would be the most delightful thing on earth. 
At 10 o'clock we reluctantly abandoned our positions 
by the fire and "turned in" to prepare for the next day's 
labors. 
At 3:30 o'clock the next morning I was roused by the 
guide. Phew! How cold it was! The frost was clear 
up to the tops of the pine trees, making them look like 
a host of hoary old pilgrims. We completed an ex- 
tremely hasty toilet, and then Duncan, the "caller," went 
down to our "look-out" at the shore. 
He stood there motionless for a few moments, then 
raising his birch-bark megaphone to his lips let forth 
a few preliminary grunts, followed by the long sustained 
mournful moan characteristic of a moose call. After 
this was repeated two or three times we heard a short 
grunting response from the far shore of the lake. This 
was followed by a low distinct chirp from Duncan, our 
pre-arranged signal. Throwing off my blatiket and 
picking up a gun I softly stole down to his side. We 
waited expectantly, but in spite of all our solicitations 
no moose appeared, and we came back disappointed. 
After breakfast, leaving my wife in camp, I went with 
Duncan to the top of the ridge near us and called again 
without success. Suddenly the report of a gun rang out 
on the clear air, closely followed by a second shot, 
evidently fired from the shore. 
"Come on! Duncan," I yelled, and started on the dead 
run for camp, where I found my wife. "I've just shot 
a big bull moose over there on the shore," she said. 
"I was standing right here near the camp. He turned 
into the bushes, but I'm sure he's wounded.'' I pulled 
off my heavy shooting jacket full of cartridges, and 
Duncan, Harry (the cook) and I started gun in hand 
to where the game was last seen. 
We lost no time in getting around the end of the 
lake, and after traveling a quarter of a mile or more 
from the camp, we came on the freshest kind of tracks. 
The undergrowth here was heavy and the land swampy. 
"''Now look here, Duncan," said I, "we've got to separ- 
ate if we ever expect to find that chap. We'll have to 
go three abreast and try to round him up that way." 
This we did, arranging ourselves within calling dis- 
tance, I in the center. We struck straight back from the 
lake, and after going about an eighth of a mile I found 
blood. 
I stopped to examine it more closely, when suddenly 
out of the bushes, not 30 feet away, a large bull rose to 
his full height, turned and with a roar charged full at 
me. I had barely time to bring my rifle to my shoulder 
and pull the trigger. I knew that I couldn't afford to 
miss. The big animal pitched forward and lay breathing 
his last, within 20 feet of where I stood. I had mechani- 
cally thrown another cartridge into the barrel immedi- 
ately after firing, and I now noticed for the first time 
that it was my last cartridge. I had picked up my wife's 
gun by mistake, and it was well indeed that my first shot 
had gone home. 
The men soon joined me, and together we examined 
our prize. A fine big chap he was, with fair sized antlers, 
measuring, however, only 40 inches from tip ^ to tip, 
becau.se of their erectness. I found that my wife's bullet 
had gone through the animal's shoulder, which would 
have ultimately finished him; a most creditable shot it 
was. being at a range of easily 45 rods. 
The rest of our day was passed in dressing the moose. 
That night we were mighty tired after our exciting ex- 
perience. "I will sit up till a quarter of eight," said I. 
and it expressed our feelings exactly. 
Friday morning opened windy and disappointing, but 
Duncan kept a careful watch from our "look-out" near 
the shore. Late in the afternoon I heard a subdued 
chirp from his direction, and I soon joined him. 
There across the lake, standing knee deep in the marshy 
waters of the opposite shore, stood a moose. It was a 
good 64 rods. Getting what I considered a good eleva- 
tion, I fired, with no apparent effect. Hastily throwing 
in a second cartridge I fired again, when wheeling sud- 
denly the moose jumped into the bushes. We hurried, at 
breakneck speed, round to the point where he was last 
seeen. The tracks were clear for a short distance, then 
suddenly ended. Even Duncan, experienced "caller" as 
he was, could not account for it. 
We were wandering aimlessly about beating through 
the tusheiSj whe« suddenly Duncan called out "Here he 
isl" Sure enough, back of k fallea tree tlieTe lay the 
moose stone dead. He had been fatally wounded by the 
second shot, but with the wonderful vitality characteristic 
of the animal, he had gathered all his energies into that 
last convulisve effort winch had carried him a good 6 
rods from where he was shot. 
On close examination I discovered that in my first 
shot the elevation had been a trifle high, the bullet 
passing through his mane and just grazing his hide. 
The joy of our party can be imagined. Two fine moose 
in two days' hunting! The last animal was close to the 
first moose in size, being a trifle smaller. 
The result of this hunting trip convinced me more 
than ever of the ellicacy of small caliber rifles. I had 
been until a year or two ago a firm believer in large 
caliber, but had twice been giving the .30-30 a trial. I 
found this size much the best for general shooting, for 
the following reasons: The gun can be made much 
lighter, it is easy to hit at long range and recoil is 
practically negligible. i -'^ifei 
It is very am.cuit, on the hand, to keep the align- 
ment when firing a .45-70. The shocking power of the 
.30-30 seems as great as the -45-70, and the close range 
shooting of the smaller gun is just as efficacious as that 
of any other caliber. 
A second gun 111 our outfit proved to be very useful, 
being a Mannlicher 8 mm. 
An amusing criticism was made on a small bore gun 
by a New Brunswick farmer whom we met just as we 
were starting into the woods. He picked up both the 
Mannlicher and a .30-30 rifle. After looking them over 
very carefully, particularly the barrels, he turned to me 
and said, "What do you expect to do with these guns?" 
We told him that our fervent hope was to bring down a 
few moose with them. He replied, in a patronizing tone, 
"Well, of course, you can use what guns you like, but 
I'd sooner have a good sized pitchfork." I happened to" 
have some full mantle bullets in my pocket, so I turned 
and asked him to pick out any tree which he thought too 
large for a bullet from one of these rifles to penetrate. 
A broad grin spread over his face, and selecting a 24in. 
diameter birch tree he suggested that if one of these 
rifles could shoot through the tree, he would take back 
all he had said regarding the pitchfork. I raised my 
rifle and fired. When we approached the tree to deter- 
mine the result of the shot, we found that the bullet had 
gone through the tree clean as a whistle. Another big 
birch tree was in the rear of the first tree and on a line 
with it. Out of the second tree we dug the bullet and 
gave it to our doubting friend. When we left him the 
look of wonder had not yet left his face. 
Moose seemed omnipresent in this region, for that 
night, after we had turned in, the two guides came 
scurrying up from their tent, which was about 5 rods 
from ours, to seek the shelter of our fire. The cause of 
their alarm was a large bull moose, who was engaged 
in whetting his horns against a neighboring tree, and 
generally kicking up a considerable rumpus. 
These men, who would tackle a bear in the most un- 
concerned manner, were scared blue by the proximity 
of the formidable animal. Their guns were up near us, 
their fire was out and they were fearful lest their tent 
itself wovfld be invaded by the unwelcome visitor. 
While our ardor for the chase was but heightened 
by our success, the New Brunswick game laws are in- 
exorable, and since we had but two licenses we were 
forced to bring our moose hunting to an end. 
The fact that our shooting was done in each case 
within 6 rods of the camp is, I believe, a unique ex- 
perience, and shows conclusively that New Brunswick 
is a veritable moose hunter's paradise. 
C. M. C. and C. W. M. 
wa.5 irrigated. Some, however, was without irrigation, 
crops growing naturally. 
Our jaded horses made the last three days of oui 
journey decidedly tiresome, and it was the greatest 
pleasure to me to find myself again in a four-wheeled 
vehicle, giving me a most refreshing rest as I journeyed 
on my way eastward and home from El Valle to Gallego, 
a station of the Mexican Central, a little over one hun- 
dred miles soiith of El Paso. R. 
In Chihuahua. 
Speaking of that section of country lying in the 
northwestern section of the State of Chihuahua, our 
correspondent writes as follows: 
The El Valle Cafion is enough in itself to invite 
the attention of tourists, while the Corralitos Valley, 
the Chocolate Pass, Namiquipa, Providencia, Bavicora 
and Temosachic valleys would be a source of great 
interest from the point of beautiful scenery, etc., while 
the Nallwurachic Pass, leading from the Providencia 
into the Bavicora Valley, would add much interest as 
well as pleasure to the traveling public. These all 
formed one grand panorama of nature. Here are fields 
of interest to any one who chooses to study up the 
treasures of the Aztec and Indians, w^onderful formations 
of rocks, while beyond the rugged Sierra Madre ai-e 
lands lying westward of such marvelous beauty that I 
shall not attempt to describe them. Then here and 
there are the unknown homes of the Cliff and Cave 
Dwellers, with some recent markings of the terrible 
Apache, who, however, are now extinct. 
The forests abound in game, but the streams do not 
seem to contain the many fish I had expected to find. 
In traveling through this strange country, wdiere we 
believed no white man had ever before been, particularly 
in the section where we discovered the red pine, I found 
in the streams and along their shores specimens of quartz 
which seemed to contain valuable mineral, particularly 
one piece which I shall be pleased to have assayed, as 
it seems to be of a character worthy of notice, and may 
at a future period be of interest to some of our smelting 
friends. 
We encountered no trouble with the natives, but 
were treated always with kindness, so far as they were 
able to offer their services. 
The climate was all that could be desired — beautiful, 
warm, sunnj^ days and cool nights. For seven weeks 
I rode on horseback and slept on the ground with but 
two or three exceptions: and although while in the 
mountains w^e would shake from our canvas coverings 
in the mornings one-half inch of snow or ice, still I 
suffered from no illness on that account nor any par- 
ticular inconvenience, and was iil excellent health physi- 
cally. 
Our march was twenty, Iq'^twenty- five miles per day, 
being obliged to move slowW on account of the packs. 
In the locality known as El Condurusia I saw stacks 
of corn which had grown from fourteen to fifteen feet 
high. In the settlement of Garcia oats had obtained a 
height of seven feet. Most of the land under cultivation 
Wolves or Something Else. 
FereisbuegHj, Vl, Sept. 27. — The Fayston wolf story 
puzzles a good many of us. It hardly seems probable 
that aH intelligent town clerk would give certificates for 
animals without good proof that the beasts were genuine, 
or could mistake a dog for a wolf. On the other hand, we 
have not known a well-authcnacated case of wolf killing 
in Vermont for more than fifty years. It happened about 
1847 or '48, and I remember how 1 was not to be allowed 
to go along with my brother to the mUster, at a cedar 
swamp a few miles from our home, because I was laid 
up with inflamed eyes, and had to bear not only the pam 
but the disajSpomtment. It was more endurable when my 
brother returned and reported that the hunt had been a 
fizzle. There were not men enough to surround the 
swamp, and the wolf escaped to Bristol. There a more 
systematic hunt was organized and the wolf was killed. 
It was in March or April, and the snow was very deep 
everywhere. The last one killed before was within three 
miles of niy home in the early '30's. He had come across 
the lake from the Adirondacks. 
Rowland E. Robinson. 
Mr. Robinson sends us the story as printed in the local 
paper. It runs: 
"S. J. Dana, town clerk of Fayston, has just paid out 
$36 in bounties for three wolves killed by Henry Cary. 
Because one of John Carey's cows failed to come home 
with the herd in the evening, Henry Cary started out at 
4 o'clock the following morning to find it. He carried a 
shotgtm. Passing through the open pasture he entered 
the woods and climbed finally a ledge of rocks. Just as 
he reached the summit he heard some animal snarling and 
growling. Then suddenly the growling turned into a 
barking noise, and from behind a log up popped a wolf 
pup. At first Mr. Cary thought it was some sort of a 
dog. but he knew it was not a tame one and blazed away 
the moment he recovered from his surprise, 'ihe pap 
keeled over dead. Mr. Cary found he had acraally kiued 
a young wolf. He stood exulting over his prize when in 
the brush near by he heard more barking and growling 
and two more pups appeared. As they did not appear 
very dangerous, Mr. Cary picked up a heavy stick and 
launched it at one of them, hoping to stun it and so get it 
alive. The stick, however, missed, and the pup at which 
it was thrown retreated into a hole in the rocks, while 
its companion made off. Mr. Cary went home as quickly 
as possible for more cartridges. He returned, and, hunt- 
ing about a little while, saw the two pups again and 
fired. One of them was killed and the second one was 
stunned by a stray shot. It had so far been a pretty ex- 
citing morning for Mr. Cary. but the fun was not yet 
over. Mr. Cary took his prizes home. He then placed 
the wounded pup in a covered basket, carried it back to 
the scene of his adventure and concealed himself behind 
some brush near by. Presently a big male wolf appeared, 
but it was too far away for a shot, so Mr. Cary kept 
quiet. The animal soon disappeared. Mr. Cary, after 
waiting some time, decided to move the basket in which 
the wolf pup was whining to another spot, and stood up 
He heard at that instant the brush crackling behind him, 
and looking around he saw, just a little way off, the 
mother wolf. He fired, and she dropped dead. Mr. 
Cary had thus to show for his morning's adventure a 
she wolf, two dead pups and a live pup, which netted 
him, bounties and all, $48. Mr. Dana wished to buy the 
live pup, and Mr. Cary finally decided to sell it. Mr 
Cary afterward borrowed the pup from Mr. Dana and is 
using it in the hope of decoying the male wolf known to 
be at large. An investigation of the ledge revealed the 
place where the pups had been reared. Scattering about 
were many bones of sheep and other animals. The story 
has been going about Fayston a long time that there were 
wolves in the ne-'ghborhood. Mr. Dana .'^aid he had heard 
them growl more than once. Just a week before Mr. Cary 
killed the wolves he had seen a deer pursued by what he 
thought at the time was a dog. The creature wis close 
at the deer's heels. Mr. Cary thought it was a queer 
looking dog and was surprised at its speed. Mr. Cary is 
now certain that it was a. wolf that pursued the deer." 
Windsor, N. C. Sept. 27. — Inclosed find^ a clipping 
taken from the Index, a local paper published in Hertford 
county, just north of here. Since the publication of the 
article several more wolves have been caught, two of 
which have been sent to Delaware Park, near Franklin, 
Va. It would be interesting to know where they came 
from. J. H. P. intimates the weight of old wolf at 175 
pounds. I am not up on wolves, but have an idea that he 
has overshot the mark. How large do wolves grow? 
A. S. R. 
The Index corre.spondent writes from Como. N. C. a* 
follows: For several months the country around Coma 
has been infested with, until now, some unknown 
ferocious beasts of prey. In ways mvsterious hundreds of 
hogs and many sheep have been killed by the midnight 
prowlers. Strange and startl'ng ^^tories have been afloat, 
and many renorts as to their being seen, though not 
identified." Many were the -surmises . and conjectures. 
Some were of the opinion that the depredators were 
bears. The sad and terrible havoc thev made, however, 
excluded from my mind that idea, and absolvpd Bniin 
from, the charge, as hj nature the common black bear 
is not carnivorous, and only resorts to ilesh, in ti^e dearth 
of vegetables, to appease hunger. 
Sitting in my back porch, on two distinct occasions I 
