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WILDERNESS DWELLERS 
HUNTING BIG GAME WITH A CAMERA IN THE HEART 
OF THE NEW BRUNSWICK WILDS — CHAPTER SIX 
By DR. THOMAS TRAVIS 
T was the first time in 
my life that I had 
seen a real deer lick. 
Of course I had seen 
places where perhaps 
the geological part of 
the lick was there, 
even though the deer 
had vanished. But up 
there in the New 
Brunswick Wilds of 
the Tobique and Ne- 
pisiguit, I saw a deer 
lick with as many wild deer and in as 
wild a condition as in those dream days 
when the white man had not appeared 
with his far-shooting thundersticks ; a 
deer lick as it was when all this land 
formed the hunting ground of the red 
wielder of the stone-tipped arrow. 
1 am giving here an absolutely accu- 
rate account, — not merely from memory, 
but checked up at every step by accurate 
counts of the actual number of animals 
we met and the way they acted. 
Charlie Cremin, the famous New 
Brunswick guide, was my pilot. We 
started from the log camp on second 
Bathurst, or Nepisiguit lake, and pad- 
died through the narrows up to the log- 
ging camp, long since abandoned, on 
First Bathurst lake, — a distance of per- 
haps two or three miles. There we 
hauled up our canoe, took the carry bas- 
ket and camera, and stepped softly into 
the trail that runs north for some six 
miles, into the heart of the wilderness 
to a little swamp hole called Gordon 
Pond, so named because a famous Mrs. 
Gordon shot her first big moose there. 
That trail runs through what was once 
a broad sled road for logs. Now it is 
overgrown with raspberry and alder, 
scrub fir and spruce. It is filled with 
spring holes and it is in parts heaped 
knee deep with damp and luxurious moss. 
Following along the course of the tiny 
stream that trickles down through the 
valley we came to the first opening in 
the forest, — a long, shallow swamp pond 
some two hundred yards long by fifty 
wide. Here we crept to the reed-covered 
edge and watched a pair of moose, a 
bull and a young cow, feeding at the 
upper end. I set the camera and crept 
up to within seventy yards, but that 
was much too far for a camera picture, 
so Charlie undertook td make his way 
around the north end and drive the 
moose past the films, while I waited, 
seated on the huge skeleton of a bull 
moose killed and eaten the year before, 
its great bones lying yellow and sugges- 
tive in the dense reeds at the forest edge. 
How Charlie got through that slough 
I never knew; but he did, and came back, 
only this I know, I sat half an hour 
watching the pair of moose feed and 
wallow in the muddy waters, saw them 
slowly come my way; watched while 
they came to within fifty yards, — but 
always in the shadows where the camera 
could not see as well as the naked eye. 
As they scrambled up the muddy bank 
together they made a magnificent photo 
to the eye; but the lenses could not 
record them. That picture I have only 
in my mind’s eye. It was the first pair 
cf moose I had seen together and watched 
for so long a time at close range. 
So we started on up the trail, and ran 
smack into a bunch of partridge, that is 
to say, ruffed grouse. And they stood 
there chuckling and walking and hopping 
just like chickens; so tame and fearless 
that we came within five yards before 
they even thought of getting away. In 
fact the old mother sat there for her 
photo, posing with almost human man- 
nerism on the log around which her brood 
was picking its breakfast. We counted 
ten of them besides the mother bird. 
A deer photographed on a lick in the New Brunswick wilds 
