June 2&> 1902. 1 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
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■With the camera in place of the title, and claim tliat .all 
the wealth and enjoyment of nature conies to them, with- 
out, trie .blood. .Our State has recently prohibited the 
kiiiihg of .birds from 'A trap : probably .the suffering was 
less iri tills marl hi aily ether f drill df bird shooting, but 
the exhibition was so open aiid bold that public senti- 
ment pronounced it brutal. 
My conclusion is that if we will go fishing and hunt- 
iht£, we cannot pose as supersensitive moralists. 
R. D. S. 
Moose. — IL 
An Expedition into Kew Bn nLwick. 
Camp Norrad is a log cabin in the wilderness, eighteen 
by twenty-five feet, with a large cook stove, a good floor 
and a roof that was much better after a few hours' work 
had been devoted to it. A roll of tar paper closed up a 
lot of sieve-like openings over our bunk, and a gener- 
ous coat of clay made the whole waterproof and warm. 
A spring near by furnished as good water as ever passed 
rnoft&l lips, and there Was no danger of a coal famine. 
A guti rick was sddii pat tip. shelves for provisions 
made, windows gut in place, .teiits for the malt put tip 
ahd We were ready to respond to Wilfred's invitation to' 
you' remember the big track 1 showed jdu after 
we crossed Rocky Brook?" s|id Ben. We all remem- 
bered, that it was'id^ inches ifom the dew claws to the 
tip of the toes.. "That was jumbo's track." Jumbo, it 
sooii developed, was ah ubiquitous monster moose, that 
roamed around the headwaters pf Rocky Brook, the 
Sisters and . Clearwater lakes. Lumbermen had .seen 
him; hunters had shot at him, but he seemed to have 
a charmed life. Ed said he had had a good look at him. 
"was handv to him," and that he was twenty-two hands 
high. When we laughed he responded like the old 
farmer, "If I said the horse was seventeen feet high, by 
Davy! he was." 
"I must tell yoti." said Ben. "what Donald McKay 
says he saw down fit Tfchofc L&feg, He was going 
through the short cut front McKay's eantp to Qe»fW»t|f, 
when neat the lake he heard it great edifiniotioii id. the' 
Woods ahead: Shell a flolSe he Had fleVff heard before, 
^teopilig Qtiietiy tip. a large tree, top hiding MttI from 
theft vfeW. lit' saw that thk fidisfe fras.ihade' by. two 
hulls engaged in a fight, tvith . Jihhho Sctiflg M referee.- 
The sthfilM and youngef feud filially scored a kriock- 
but, ahd with gru'fits .of approval &p& Jtimlto. fliey 
turned ahd disappeared." The story was so aniUsifig 
that we had to jatigji i .supposed that, it w,tfs fold for 
that purpose. Bed iooked serious.: he thoiigiit We were 
fiiieSlioiiih| liis veracity. "You fellows, want to WBm 
that what .Donald says goes , up : in this part of the 
Province. He never draws on his imagination for facts. 
We did hot know Dojialcl at this time, but later met him 
i Vet near Lyiich'.s depot oji the Clearwater, when He 
was guiding two liidia.il guides ffeirl Maine, and later he 
stopped over night with us, going out. to flfe seVtleihentj 
He still maintained that Jumbo did referee the fight, arid 
while we were wili ng .to admit that what Ben. said was 
in the main correct, did not allow a want of facts to 
stand iH the m df Hofh . - ., - , .. 
, AftH : a restful Sunday, on wmip m %m Boitnfig moU 
tliaR .watch Ed ,catGh at iew $roiit for supper, Monday 
hiorhihg came, the first clay of the open season. , It. was 
decided to hunt over' i&8mhwes*j two and, one-^half miles 
around the Little Sister Lake. The birchen iio!nS sent 
forth the most seductive love tunes, but they were wasted 
on the chill morning a : r. At noon we met at the upper 
Hid of the lake. to eat lunch. - A eow and her yearling 
till M tHe Ml jlist fiffeHi yards .frorri tisi We 
II still as statues ■ and each of them took a gdoQ 
look, ahd s,'eemed satisfied. that We were stumps or snags. 
They fe'd down a few rods aiid came back, stopped and 
took another look. The old cow walked off into the 
woods, but the youngster had lots of curiosity; the cow 
called him, but' he wanted another look a^ the stumps 
and snags that he could not remember having seen be- 
fore. Finally some crie must iftve .winked, for hg made 
a (tf Jilmjis IM Was. out of the .Hike; stopped ahd took 
aho'ther look, arid then yielded ,to the ^ calls, of _ his 
mamma, trotted off after her and disappeared. Such 
was our introduction to the moose., aiid although we saw 
and heard many others ahd killed, our limit, wfe Were 
IVeV'e'r again so close to any, and with so good a view, as 
of the cow and calf, 
I heard this cow. or another, call several times during 
the afternoon, and could but note the difference between 
the genuine and the imitation. The calls on the horns 
were rank counterfeits of the original; . The niystety to 
me has been, how a tilcosfe is ever beguiled withiii range 
by them, unless it be that his amorous nature overrides 
his natural wariness and causes him to throw caution 
to the winds. It is generally believed also that curiosity 
lures many a bull to his death and explains the efficiency 
of lots of poor calling. 
For the sake of those who have never heard the sound 
of the birchen horns, its echoes and reverberations an 
attempt to imitate it, as far as words and sounds may 
do, it seems desirable our guides made a call which can 
be imitated by the use of the word "our"— o-u-r. Begin 
with the medium guttural sound of o, prolonged for ten 
seconds, glide gradually with .rising inflection to u, still 
maintaining its deep guttural sound for ten seconds, 
then gradually glide on with rising inflection, still main- 
taining the medium guttural sound to r; dwell on it for 
five seconds up to the pitch desired, then gradually let 
the voice fall and the sound die away for five seconds 
more, and vou have the moose call as we heard it from 
Norrad brothers. It may not be strictly orthodox, but 
its heterodoxy could not be proven by its inefficiency; 
because fifteen bulls answered it during our three weeks' 
stay in the woods, and were either seen by us or came so 
close that we could almost hear them breathe, the thick 
undergrowth hiding some of them from view. I have 
heard Ernest Seton Thompson give the calls. They may 
be all right, but they did not sound like any calls I heard 
in the woods from the animals themselves. 
Any person can get an answer to the above sounds 
where there are moose and in the running season, hut it 
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is likely td end with an afiswer, unless the bull has been 
left outside a tangled Wood, or a hard hack or willow 
thicket by his cow, Who has grown weary of his atten- 
tions atid his slipped into a place Of refuge, where his 
wide-spreading aritlcts pf event him following her, He 
is ready to answer any call that resembles the bawl of a 
cow, ahd he does not stand, on the order of his going to 
it, but foe's immediately right to the source from whenee 
the sound comes, Ifi siicn a charge as this, one h al- 
most certain to get a shot if fitourid a lake or out in a 
barren, where the moose will have td corrie out of coyer 
to reach the source of the sound, and he does not often 
hesiiftte to do it. They tell of guides and hunters having 
been treed add fives endangered by them. Sometimes the 
bull is wary and shy ; he will grunt and let you know that 
he has heard the call, but will coriie slowly and cautiously 
or not at all. Here is where a good caller Comes in. The 
game may have a cow with him or be tracking dtte, and 
be so entirely satisfied with his surroundings that it Will 
require a high degree of skill in the use of the horn to 
get him to come on, and especially to get him out of the 
dense cover, where he can be seen. At this season of the 
year the leaves are all on, and it seldom happens that 
one can see fifty yards in any direction, except on the 
hardwood ridges and in the barren or across lakes. The 
dried leaves and twigs render still-hunting out of the 
questiqii. Fortunately one does uot need to tramp far 
now if he has a good caller; he only needs to be well- 
cohcealed aiid sit still, and the moose will do the tramp- 
ing. It's a lSzy way df hunting, and none too scientific. 
You do hot piit your superior intelligence and knowledge 
against, his heenriess of sight, hearing and smell. These 
three, but the greatest 6f these is smell, as in stitl-hlirtt- 
ihg, but you. fake the poof bfttte at a disadvantage, de- 
ceive Hifii when the one thing uppermost ih his head is 
to obey the behest of nature,, /'Be fruitful and multiply," 
On the second afternoon Ben and, I rail right oft fop 
of a big bull in a low wet place in the thick woods east 
of the large Sister Lake. Ben saw him get up. out of 
the grass just twenty Steps ahead. I was looking in an- 
other direction and did not see nor hear liirri until lie 
turned at a right angle and was broadside to Us. One- 
long stride put him behind a tangled thicket. I shot at 
what looked like a portion of his anatomy, but scored a 
clean miss. While looking to see what effect the shot 
had on him. we saw the beds and tracks of two others, 
ahd further on saw more beds and tracks. It was an 
ideal nhtce for a mid-day siesta, which we had inter- 
rupted. - 
The' heist fiiorhihg. Wednesday, going down the large 
Sister Lake Witri Eti in a dug-out, we heard a great 
commotion in the thick Woods df! the hillside to our 
right. Landing qttiekiv. we S«W the tracks of three 
moose. Ohe was S hull; the bark knocked off of trees 
showed where his afitiefs had gotfe through between 
them. ?hfc kacfi at. the upper end wis mmft down With 
tracks, but we could fiqi get ah answer until lSie ifl the 
af.terfioori.. when we got ohe ffrttttedsf toward the; Little 
Sister Ljfk*- A very unusual thing happened jiist at 
this time. We.le'fl King arid Ben at the head of the 
Little Sister Lake early, iff the' niofnrng. They wefe to 
hunt southwest in the barrens, but .did Hot Jet . a-ri afi- 
swer .during the morning call. . After luh'cTi Wey re- 
traced theif steps arid mw up the lake opposite us, afid 
about a mile away. About f hi 5. time we heard the an- 
swering gruht. of 'a bull out of . the deffsg' woods between 
th« ImWi -and further .away heard what, I . took to be 
the call 01 a c'o#; Ed said, "That is Beniah calliflgV 
We did not know he was ffitiM miles' of us. The moose 
was between us. ahd we had hinf guessing winch way 
he wanted te g% He settled the matter W? ^maining 
where he was. Orl supper we found on comparing fiate* 
that they had each beefi calling the same bull. 
It rained hard during the . h'iglif. W€ were m the 
^ftbih better off than the men in the tent otUsife There 
are several hiee. things about hunting in New Bruns- 
wick. One is flia't 411 gft first-class guides have then- 
own hunting territory and a coiiifeftftble cabin or tent at 
every lake. It is an ideal hunting prese/ft' and will al- 
wavs remain one. Almost the whole of the e'dUntry we 
saw was covered with niggerheads and other evidenced 
of the glacial age. The timber is valuable, but it has 
beeil elided over for more than fifty years, so that not 
much" heavv timber is left, but what is there and the 
secohfl groiVtil eoniing ofi, ate Worth more now than the 
laiid: The seasoh is tod short, for fflost Cereals to grow, 
so there is. iio ihauceiheht to clear the land even if there 
were people enough there to dehiafid it: We hunted in 
territory said to be eight ntiles s.qiiare, and did hot see 
a hunter or hear a shot, except from oitr oWii gUrts, I 
did not hear of any hunter ever having been mistaken 
for game and shot. How different is the story from 
Maihe ; ih a tefritoty about the size^f New Brunswick, 
upward of fifty meii were shot by mistake last fall, The 
truth is that 'comparatively few hunters know what a 
paradise for big game is found around the lakes and 
headwaters of the Miramichi, Dungarvin, Tobique. 
Nepisiquit and Ristigouche. Few men care to make the 
trip to these inaccessible regions, which take days from 
the railroad with sled and packs, and when it comes to 
putting up thirty dollars for license, and one is only 
allowed one bull moose, one bull caribou and two bucks, 
and then must have a guide at about 3-50 per day, one 
is apt to do some figuring and see if he can make the 
account balance, compared with the army of hunters 
that go to Maine. Few" go to New Brunswick for the 
reason above given, and the additional reason that there 
are comparatively few deer. We did not see any. 
The following day, Thursday, the 19th, Ben took a 
lean-to tent, provisions for two days, and bedding, and 
we went south two and one-half miles to O'Brien's old 
lumber camp, so as to be near the Sister Lakes, where 
we had seen lots of moose and caribou signs, and had 
already seen three moose, but we were disappointed in 
finding game, and got no answer to the horn. 
The next morning, after an early breakfast, we went 
down to the lakes, and just about sun up heard eight 
shots, which came from the direction of Brown Lake, 
five miles away. The morning was clear and cold, a hoar 
frost covered everything. From the sound we judged 
that thev came from Will Chestnut's .45-9A which we 
knew King and Ed had with them- and the sound was 
from a heavv black powder gun Smokeless powder 
would not awaken such echoes and reverberations among 
the hills. In the dim twilight, as we crossed the lake, 
Ben's eagle eyes caught sight of something moving in 
the edge of the water down near the outlet. Hastily 
pulling to shore, we worked our way down through the 
hard hack and willows. We craned our necks trying 
to make out what they were, but the shades of night 
were falling fast, and we had to content ourselves with 
hearing two moose tramp around in the water and chew 
lilypads. With the aid of birch torches we found our 
way to the tent. 
Next morning. Saturday, the 21st, we were not able to 
get an answer to the horn, nor did we see any game of 
any kind, except squirrels and pheasants, which are to 
be seen 011 every hand. Our stock of grub was running 
low, and the next day would be Sunday, so we decided 
to go in to the cabin in time for dinner. About 3 o'clock 
we went south a mile or more to a large barren, having 
selected a hiding place twenty steps from the edge of 
the woods for myself. Ben went a little way above and 
began to toot the horn. The first echo had hardly died 
away, when up on the ridge to the west of us the answer- 
ing "grunt of a bull greeted our ears. We had not heard 
one for several days.' We were on the qui vive, and 
were not kept waiting long. T have heard a good many 
moose come to the horn but have never heard one come 
as fast and make as much noise as this fellow. He 
must have been a good one, the dull thud of his feet, 
the cracking of brush and slapping of his horns against 
trees and the tracks he left behind evidenced this. As he 
came close to the edge of the barren I got up, so as to see 
better; just at this moment a noise to my right caused me 
to look in that direction, and here came Ben through 
the tall grass, jumping high, wide and quick, like a little 
dog in high oats. As he passed he whispered that he 
would go behind me and coax him on. He was a sight, 
his long white hair flung to the breeze and his long 
shaggy beard played hide and seek with his ears. We 
sometimes called him Santa Claus. He seemed not to 
like it, so We did not rub it in on him. The man behind 
the gun is a very- important fellow in battle. We have 
heard much of him in the last few years, and if he is 
cool and collected is just as important when a crazy, 
frenzied moose comes to the horn. Ben said I had scared 
him by putting my head out from behind the tree, trying 
to get sight of him. He ivopld not admit that he had 
done anything that the most orthodox - moose < hunter 
would not approve of. If I had done as he advised, the 
next morning would have found me on the way to the 
settlements, homeward bound. I think he fixed the limit 
of time that it would take me to get a moose at a 
thousand years. ' I did not blame him for getting out of 
the way; "I would not have taken chances of being rim 
over m'vself by the big brute. Our trouble began right 
here, when I missed the bull referred to on the 17th 
inst. Ben said some things not altogether complimentary 
to my ability as a marksman. _ This time it was my 
ability as a hunter that he criticized. 
When we got back to the cabin, King and Ed had just 
come over from Brown Lake; they had only seen one 
moose, but he must have been the daddy of them all. 
Ed said he was the largest one he had ever seen, except 
Jumbo. He came out of the wood across the end of the 
lake and started across directly toward them, and they 
watched him through a glass for several hundred yards. 
When they thought the distance about right, King laid 
the .4S-90' across a stump, took careful aim and fired. 
He paid no attention to the shot, but kept coming. Again 
and again and again the big gun spoke, but the moose 
paid no attention to it, and kept coming. Ed put up his 
glass and saw the next bullet strike several rods short. 
The next two shots were aimed over his back. They 
struck between his legs, where the next two went as he 
left flic water, could not be determined. King thought he 
was shooting about 150, but the distance proved to be 
much greater, about 300 yards. His splendid exhibition 
of marksmanship was the subject of the evening, con- 
versation. He was so indignant over it that he said he 
was sorry that he had not taken his .30-30 along, be- 
cause he could have tickled him with it. We could not 
understand why he had not hit the bull. Some blamed 
the gun. others"-the ammunition. We knew the gun, was 
accurate. We had seen pheasants without heads that 
testified to its accuracy. Just two weeks to the day from 
the experience at Brown Lake, Jim Moore, one of our 
packers, and said to be one of the best shots in the 
Province, fired four shots with It at the big white-legged 
moose known as the brother of Jumbo, at less than 200 
yards, and failed to connect with him. After this experi- 
ence we were readv to accept King's explanation that the 
ammunition was poor. I had urged him in Fredericton 
to get smokeless powder, metal-patched ammunition, but 
Chestnuts did not have it. We all went to bed with the 
blues. Our experience in getting a moose had been so 
bad that we were ready to halloo enough. The sun rose 
bright and clear on Sunday morning, and as we did 
not hunt on Sunday, there was plenty of time to rest 
and plan for the coming week. We had only hunted over 
a small part of our territory— that nearest the cabin. 
D. W. Green, M. D. 
Dayton, Ohio 
[TO BE CONTINUED.] 
Rev. C. R. Moses, of Virginia, once spent a Sunday 
in Richmond, soon after he had visited the beautiful 
regions around Mountain Lake in Giles County, Va. 
Being invited by one of the city pastors to preach, to- 
ward the close of the sermon he gave as an illustration 
a vivid description of the wonderful landscape scenes 
which he had just beheld, and as he closed called t on 
the choir to sing something of their own selection. 
They struck up the old hymn beginning, "There is a 
land, of pure delight," but when they reached the fourth 
stanza these words confronted them: 
Could we but stand where Moses stood 
And view the landscape o'er. 
They tried to sing, but broke down. The congregation 
followed their example, and the^ service closed in general 
merriment, — Springfield Republican. 
