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FOREST AND STREAM 
June, 1920 
The best game fish- 
ing you ever had is 
waiting for you right 
now in the 
MAINE LAKES 
Get out your tackle and 
come on down. 
Big fellows — salmon, 
trout and bass that will 
give you a fight and a 
I thrill. Lots of them 6 
and 8 pounds and bigger. 
Every fisherman 
knows there is no joy 
quite like landing a "big 
one”; no tonic like the 
care-free life of the woods. 
Well then, Maine is the 
place. 
Only 10 hours from New York 
Only 5 hours from Boston 
Fishing camps, comfort- 
able hotels and the best 
of guides. 
Write for booklet D. Address 
General Passenger Department 
Maine Central R.P , Portland, Me. 
WILDERNESS DWELLERS 
HUNTING BIG GAME WITH A CAMERA IN THE HEART 
OF THE NEW BRUNSWICK WILDS— CHAPTER FOUR 
By DR. THOMAS TRAVIS 
HERE were cow 
moose “swimming 
and diving” after 
lily pads in the lake, 
I said before, but 
I am not at all 
sure that the state- 
ment is absolutely 
correct. Whether 
moose actually feed 
in water so deep that 
they have to tread 
water, and dive after 
food, I do not know. Perhaps in 
the night they do feed in deeper 
water than in the day. For the 
moose we flashed at night were consid- 
erably further out than those we stalked 
by day. But all that we stalked by 
day as they fed, seemed to me to be 
standing on mud bottom, and dipping 
their heads to graze on bottom. So 
“swimming and diving” may not be lit- 
erally correct, though it is not always 
easy to tell. You often see a moose feed- 
ing a mile away; he seems to be on bot- 
tom, for he is neck deep. Then down 
goes his head, the whole moose out of 
sight under water. Then up comes his 
head with a swish, a snort throws the 
water out of his nose, and a jolly twitch- 
ing of the head clears his ears. A cow 
moose when she sees you, or thinks she 
sees you, looks for all the world like a 
big capital Y. For the long ears are 
almost mulelike in their generosity. 
At any rate, when we started next 
morning along Second, or little Nictau 
lake, the sun was shining, and the red 
summer coats of three deer could be 
picked out at the edge of the water, and 
far up in the eastern reaches we could 
see a cow feeding. So we started after 
the cow, as she was right on our way. 
There were three canoe loads of us, six 
persons altogether. The camera being 
ahead, in the first canoe. Also we pad- 
died steadily right in the open, and 
neither deer nor moose were alarmed, 
till we drew up within a hundred yards 
of the cow. Then she began to show 
signs of moving, so the one canoe crept 
nearer alone. 
You who have taken this trail will re- 
member the great springs at the head of 
Little Nictau, wheije the water lies clear 
as crystal among grottoes of algae and 
water weed. Well, just beyond that our 
cow was feeding on browse pulling here 
a twig, there another, her long, hand- 
like nose reaching up surprisingly. Yet 
she stood till we were within twenty-five 
feet, looking at us over her shoulder, 
poised to run, yet with an expression of 
unwillingness to move, — eyeing us with a 
humerously mulelike attitude and expres- 
sion. 
But the light! We were floating now 
twenty feet from her, everything ready; 
hand on trigger, the moose in splendid 
pose, twitching flies, shaking her ears, 
looking right at us, but heavy clouds had 
come over the sun, and at least a second 
of light was needful. Minute after min- 
ute we hung there, — she like a child de- 
termined to pull an apple more, with the 
enemy coming on, our canoe silently 
drifting nearer and nearer, — I pushed 
the focus to fifteen feet and waited, — 
when with a huge lurch to get her feet 
out of the mud, a splash as she heaved 
into the thicket, she was gone, — and 
again I had missed by waiting for the 
light. So I registered a vow that never 
again would I wait. 
And right away I had my chance, for 
on the other side of the narrow spring 
bed, we could hear something else feed- 
ing, so we crept up the stream that leads 
to the carry as silently as possible. 
