506 
FOREST AND STREAM 
September, 1920 
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HE Northern Lights 
were burning in ma- 
gic arch over the 
mountains and forest 
as we drew near the 
run again. Above the 
tinkle o f wavelets 
came a splashing 
sound; there was 
something in the run. 
But the run was no 
easy place to navigate 
in the dark, and there 
were four of us in one canoe. Yet we 
made the attempt although we could not 
hear a hundred feet away as the curves 
of the run deflected the sound. We 
stuck on a shallow and as the poles came 
out to push off I turned on the search- 
light and tried to locate the game. This 
time we were in a position favorable to 
our quarry, and there was a huge com- 
motion in the alders that lined the run, 
a smashing of dry branches, and a fleet- 
ing glimpse of a moose disappearing up 
the lumber road in the glare of the light. 
Then we pushed free and entered the 
second lake. Still haunted by the mem- 
ory of the big moose we had just flashed, 
my mind was in a turmoil, but as the 
lovely streamers of the Northern Lights 
flashed and grew and waned over the fir 
clad mountains, forming a fairy arch 
in the star-sown sky, the silence of the 
night descended on us again. 
From time to time we could hear the 
far-away leap of a trout feeding on the 
moths that floated through the beam of 
the searchlight, the flutter of bats and 
night birds near by. But as we reached 
well into the center of the pond these 
died down, and again we were in silence. 
Then we heard the moose sound again. 
There was no mistaking it. The surge 
of waters as the massive head plunged 
down, the tinkle of ripples, silence, then 
the surging snort as the head came up 
and he blew the water from his nostrils, 
then the drip, drip of droplets from snout 
and ear and hide. So we stole silently 
on once more, with nerves tense and mus- 
cles stretched to the task before us. 
And again the silence was shattered 
with nerve-thrilling suddeness right 
under our prow; a subdued, grating qua- 
a-ak that made us tingle. We had run 
into a flock of sleeping ducks, their heads 
tucked under wings, floating thus far out 
in the lake to avoid the stealthy leap of 
fox from shore, but now flapping away 
into the night, — flappers aroused from 
their rosy dreams by a ghost boat filled 
with huge ghostly enemies. 
But the moose ahead of us took abso- 
lutely no notice of the interruption. We 
could still hear the distant splash and 
surge and tinkle. So, silently we glided 
on and on till at last the signal came 
to throw on the light. Again it was a 
big cow moose, and as the search light 
struck her, up came the ears, her long 
neck stretched from the wavelets, and 
her eyes twinkling like stars the while 
she quested for our scent with her long, 
mobile nose. 
So comical she appeared there, Moose 
Venus rising from her bath, that we could 
not help laughing at her. But she took 
matters seriously and calmly. There 
was no flurry of panic, just an interested 
examination as though she said, “Hello! 
Now what in the world is this? There 
sure are some funny things happening 
tonight.” 
Then while I held her with the light, 
we set the camera and touched off the 
flash. That is to say we went through 
the motions, but the flashlight paper had 
become damp in the wreathing mists of 
the run, and only a futile sputter re- 
warded us. Also, Mrs. Moose started 
for home and dry land. 
Then began a midnight race the like 
of which I have never seen before or 
since. We urged the mate to put new 
paper on, and the guides fairly lifted 
