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FOREST AND STREAM 
April, 1920 
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WILDERNESS DWELLERS 
HUNTING BIG GAME WITH A CAMERA IN THE HEART 
OF THE NEW BRUNSWICK WILDS — CHAPTER TWO 
By THOMAS TRAVIS 
T last our dream was 
coming true. Out of 
despair of ever real- 
ly seeing the wild at 
close range we had 
come right into the 
middle of it under 
the guidance of 
Charlie Cremin b y 
way of the lovely 
Tobique. For already 
we had seen deer, 
moose, mink and 
muskrat within paddle’s length from us, 
moose so close that we could reach from 
the canoe and touch his hide, and that 
on our first day out. 
You know what I mean when I say 
we wondered whether it would ever hap- 
pen again. You know the feeling when 
you have landed one big salmon, or shot 
a great bull — that scepticism that grips 
you and whispers, “You’ve had all the 
luck that’s coming to you. It can’t be 
done again.” 
We packed up, however, and happily 
started on our way. We had a long pull 
ahead, poling all the way; and no man 
can average more than two miles an 
hour poling a loaded canoe up a rapid 
river. And we had to pole every yard, 
which made a three or four day’s trip 
on the Tobique alone. 
So on we went in silence, threading 
our way up rapids, sometimes stopping 
to cut a passage through trees fallen 
across the stream, or again, pushing 
carefully under a giant bole and among 
the huge branches of an overhanging 
birch. 
Nor did we go far before we put up 
more deer, all within easy rifle shot, but 
either too far or too quick for a good 
camera pose. In fact, some of the finest 
pictures of the whole trip were these, 
the ones we jumped as we rounded a 
bend. If only hand and camera had been 
quick enough to catch them, — one for 
example of a doe and two fawns that 
leaped right across the river in foaming 
bounds, graceful as a swallow’s flight, 
the little fawns plunging up to the neck 
where their mother was scarcely knee 
deep in a hole. 
As we rounded a point, came a snort 
and a smashing. Then, right across the 
stream, not twenty feet from us a full- 
horned buck plunged in magnificent 
bounds that sent the water flying, till 
with a final leap he disappeared in the 
hiding thicket. Again a huge crane, ris- 
ing from some marsh grass, or a fish 
hawk surging down into the clear waters 
after trout, — or a mink dropping into 
the stream with a flop, and swimming 
like a furry snake right past the canoe. 
All of us were alert, but again the 
clouds began to form thick, and rain 
came on, making snap shots impossible. 
So we put into an old log cabin once be- 
longing to the Tobique Salmon Club, and 
there building up a great fire, prepared 
to spend the night. 
While the guides were getting things 
in order, we went out to pick berries for 
dessert, big lucious fruit hanging in 
clusters on the raspberry bushes. Then 
we cast a fly for some fresh trout for 
supper, and soon had a dozen little fish 
running about three-quarters of a pound 
each. 
As we sat eating supper we could see 
where the deer had worn a path clear to 
the door of our cabin. A rabbit hopped 
out of the thicket and sat watching us, 
ears cocked up and nose twitching as 
though he saw some joke in us and was 
trying to control his risibles. The moon 
came up big and clear above the storm 
clouds, and we slept that night in cosy 
comfort, our first night in the wilds. 
B RIGHT and early we started again, 
for the wilds were calling us. Just 
above camp we came on our first 
deer, but could not get within camera 
range, — fifty feet at most. A flock of 
sheldrakes were flapping up the river 
ahead of us, and as the light glinted on 
them from beneath the forest trees when 
they rounded some distant bend, one 
could easily have thought them a huge 
sea-serpent for, strung out as they were, 
and flapping on the water, they looked 
like an undulating snake of huge dimen- 
sions, splashing its way in haste up 
stream. 
Two more deer we saw standing with- 
in easy rifle range, but too far away 
from the camera. They were in the 
ruddy coat of summer, hence more easily 
seen than when they take the grayer 
coat of fall. But our sheldrake friends 
were flapping out a wild alarm all the 
way up the stream. Nor would they be 
