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July, 1920 
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HUNTING BIG GAME WITH A CAMERA IN THE HEART 
OF THE NEW BRUNSWICK WILDS — CHAPTER FIVE 
By DR. THOMAS TRAVIS 
■jHE n#xt morning Char- 
lie Cremin and I start- 
ed along the trail 
again, back of the 
camp. Inside of five 
hundred yards we 
counted ten deer, all 
within easy gunshot, 
and most of them 
within a hundred feet 
from the camera. 
Right by an old, de- 
serted logging camp, 
now built up for a storehouse, we came 
on three deer, two lying down in the long 
grass and shrubbery, one standing just at 
the edge of the camp, in the sunlight. 
Carefully we crept up to within fifty feet, 
then standing out in the open, I focussed, 
and pulled the trigger, while the deer 
stood there frozen an instant, to flash 
into action, and with whistling snort leap 
away with her two comrades. 
Rounding the old camp on our way 
back, I saw the raspberry bushes shak- 
ing under some heavy tread, and running 
around the other side of the camp came 
face to face with a full-grown, hoary old 
porcupine. For a moment of mutual 
surprise we stood eyeing each other, then 
Johnnie shuffled away under the floor of 
the camp, where Charlie Cremin set a 
strong copper snare, to get him some 
day before he had eaten great holes in 
the logs of the floor. 
Thus we started on down the lake, 
silently stealing under the shadow of the 
overhanging forest, and through the nar- 
rows into the third lake. Many a deer 
we saw, many a promising stalk, but we 
were after moose. That is, till Charlie 
stopped paddling and whispered, “Spruce 
hen.” 
Quietly we came to shore by a mossy 
bank, and creeping up saw our spruce, 
hen crouching on a low limb. 
Now what follows will seem strange to 
any who do not know the spruce hen, 
well called also, “fool hen.” For, al- 
though we stood almost within paddle 
reach of her, she merely fidgeted, chuckled 
and stood pat. Even when Charlie pulled 
a great armful of fir boughs aside to 
clear the way for a camera shot, she still 
stood there, twisting her neck, crooning, 
and just talking to us. So we pulled the 
trigger, and got a passable picture. Then 
on our way after moose we went. 
In the narrows we came across a feed- 
ing cow, but she was off long before 
we came in good range, and we wondered 
what had warned her till we rounded 
the bend and came in sight of more shell- 
drakes. Then we understood. For as 
of old they flapped and splattered ahead 
of us, telling all the woods that an en- 
emy was near. 
Several more deer we saw, but always 
they were put on guard by the miserable 
ducks. A huge moose jumped back of the 
alders where he had been watching us 
drift near, but we did not see him till he 
jumped. So we came ashore at another 
old lumber camp, and walked silently 
through the forest. 
Here were trails worn ankle deep by 
the hoofs of moose and deer. An old 
stump, waist high, was fairly gnawed 
Right at the steep, slippery bank she went and we tried to head her off 
