The Larger the Game— 
the greater the responsibility of 
the rifle 
T he uncertain habits of game add to tlie zest of 
hunting — but uncertainty in your rifle and ammu- 
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feet was our limit to a young bull at 
midnight. So we backed away while he 
tood watching us. Then I said to Charlie 
Cremin, “Drift up to where he can smell 
us.” Came a wild transformation that 
sent a thrill through us all. No sooner 
did that bull get our scent than all his in- 
difference vanished. He fairly exploded 
into activity, while we backed off. 
There was a clear bit of rubble beach 
for about fifty feet where he stood with 
his back to the dense forest. Like a big 
gun shell he went across that clear space, 
the gravel flying from his hoofs. Then I 
threw the searchlight on the forest edge 
just where he was about to plunge in. 
With a mighty heave he stopped dead 
in his tracks, rearing on his haunches 
with the effort, — then wheeling as on a 
pivot, he plunged back across the beach 
for the opposite end, only to find the 
light under his nose again as he was 
about to leap for the forest shelter. 
This we repeated a dozen times till the 
beach was plowed up by his furious ef- 
forts, as he zig-zagged back and forth. 
But soon we saw another thing, he was 
heading each time more and more toward 
us, and the water so shallow here that 
the paddle blades hit bottom at every 
stroke. If he happened to come our way 
there would be something different from 
a joke. And evidently Charlie Cremin 
thought the same thing at the same time, 
for he shouted hoarsely, “For God’s sake 
Doctor turn that light away! You have 
him blinded. If he comes our way he’ll 
go through this canoe like the Devil 
through a matchbox.” AND I TURNED 
OUT THE LIGHT. 
I turned it out instantly and without 
argument, though with a bit of appre- 
hension. I fully agreed with- Charlie 
as to results, and I had no desire to get 
smashed in the lake at that time of the 
night. Also I had proved all I wanted 
to prove abundantly. For the bull leaped 
at once clear of the beach, and with one 
smashing crash disappeared in the forest. 
Nor could we hear him two minutes 
after his going. So magically can these 
great clumsy beasts go through these 
heart-breaking thickets. 
It was now the darkness just before 
the summer dawn, so we turned the 
canoe toward home and blankets and a 
cosey fire. For even in mid-August up 
here on Nepisiguit the nights are cold. 
And we had been packed in strained 
positions all night. 
A S we went back through the run a 
couple of deer were feeding, their 
ruddy skins showing up in the flare 
of the searchlight. Trout also were 
dimpling the surface where the beams 
fell. Whisps of mist rose, weaving in the 
glow, and above the silent, fir-clad forest 
the Aurora Borealis shone, shone as I 
have rarely seen it. Now an arch of 
pulsing rose, sending out streamers of 
opal-green and topaz-yellow. Again the 
magic arch was broken as though the 
invisible moose of the night had galloped 
along it, flinging it into massed chunks 
of subdued glory. Almost might one 
think at times, when the whole northern 
sky burned and glowed, that heaven was 
appearing through the night sky of the 
poles, the glory light of ancient sagas. 
As we silently drifted homeward, it 
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