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FOREST AND STREAM 
October, 1920 
AND WHAT’S THE RESULT? 
When the gun is pointed 
right the result is always 
a satisfactory one with 
those who use 
PATENTED 
STEEL-LOCKED 
SHELLS 
Here is Shotgun Ammuniiion 
in which the presence of Qu^ity 
is so conspicuously evident that 
confidence (so essential to effective 
shooting) is inspired at a single 
glance. 
The Hot-Flash Primer, the 
Equal Pressure system of Load- 
ing, the High Grade Wadding 
( long hair felt), the peculiar 
Crimp and the Patented features 
of Construction are the factors 
of efficiency which produce the 
smash that makes the clean kills 
for which these shells are famous 
“Perfect from Primer to Crimp” 
Send for Four Aces and a King” 
Mention this Magazine 
In Writing 
WILDERNESS DWELLERS 
HUNTING BIG GAME WITH A CAMERA IN THE HEART 
OF THE NEW BRUNSWICK WILDS-CHAPTER EIGHT 
By DR. THOMAS TRAVIS 
E were eagerly prepar- 
ing' for a brand-new 
experiment, flashlight- 
ing moose at midnight 
where the Northern 
Lights glow. Not 
soon shall I forget the 
scene as we started. 
The moon made a big 
silver D low in the 
west, giving just 
enough light for us to 
see the dark outlines 
of the forest-clad mountains, for we did 
not dare start until we thought the moon 
would have set by the time we reached 
the grounds, — or rather the hunting 
waters, as even the faintest glow gives 
enough light to reveal a canoe to these 
keen-eyed denizens of the wilds. 
We were on Nepisiguit lakes, a chain 
of great, shallow ponds in the heart of 
New Brunswick, and it was close onto 
midnight of August 19th, 1919. Not a 
breath of wind was stirring, though there 
was a slight ‘‘draw’' from the water. In 
the prow of the canoe was the man with 
the camera. Next to him was his mate, 
running the flashlight, and behind her 
was Fred Waters, the guide, with Char- 
lie Cremin, the master guide, at the 
steering paddle. The canoe crept from 
the landing as silently as a shadow, crept 
along the edge of the silent forest with 
every one of us tensely listening for 
the splash of feeding game. 
As we drifted along I listened in vain 
for even the drip of the paddles; those 
two guides were doing masterly work 
there in the dark. Then the silent signal 
came, a hand-jar on the side of the ca- 
noe, and we sat tense. Right near us we 
could hear something feeding. Slowly 
the head of the canoe drifted around til! 
we 'were pointing at the sound; then we 
began to move toward it, creeping, creep- 
ing till we were within fifty feet when 
the signal for the headlight came, and 
I lifted the flare. There m the ccne of 
light stood a full-grown buck feeding at 
the lake edge; his head came up and his 
eyes shone in the beam of light. He 
lifted his dainty feet and stood like a 
statue gazing at us, — then went on quiet- 
ly feeding. In fact he showed no con- 
cern after the light fell on him, and, 
though we talked in low tones which he 
.must have heard, he made no move to go 
off until we drifted where he caught the 
scent. Then with one leap he disap- 
peared in the dark caves of the forest, 
and I shut off the light. 
Again we were floating in a magic 
world. The moon was just rimming the 
edge of the fir-clad mountains with a 
faint glow of silver light. The lake was 
as smooth as glass, and every constella- 
tion of the sky was mirrored perfectly 
beneath us. It seemed as if we were 
floating between two worlds, whose floors 
were paved with the burning diamonds 
of the stars. 
Even when the headlight was turned 
on the forest edge to investigate some 
sound, the sense of unreality, positive 
fairyland, was still there. Every short 
blade of the fir and spruce foliage took 
on a frosty glow under the beam of light, 
and the spaces between the close-packed 
trees ghve the impression of underwater 
grottoes hung with Christmas greens. 
Scores of moths drifted through the 
beam, all intent on their life game. 
From time to time the silence was start- 
lingly broken by some metallic-winged 
bettle humming by like a tiny bombing- 
plane through the mysterious sky. 
A S we passed through the narrows into 
Third Bathurst Lake the moon sank 
behind the mountains, and the 
world about us was dark, save for the 
starglow, and we were on our real hunt- 
ing grounds where adventure awaited. 
I saw her not only with my eyes, but with my ears and nose and nerves 
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