558 
FOREST AND 
STREAM 
October, 1920 
ThisWon’t Hurt 
Infallible 
“Now don’t get excited Jim. 
Just take your rime about lash- 
ing them out. Remember tlaat 
those shells are loaded with 
Hercules Infallible. That 
powder is really waterproof. 
“Don’t worry about getting a 
little water on shells that are 
loaded with Infallible!” 
HERCULES 
IN FALLIBLE*™ EC 
HERCULES POWDER CO. 
1009 Orange Street 
Wilmington Delaware 
SMITH GUNS 
“ The Gun That Speaks For Itself” 
has much to say as the autumn days come on. 
It will answer your desire for real pleasure in 
the real out of doors. It has made its message 
understood during a third of a century — each 
year in a more distinct tone— each year with 
the increasing emphasis of perfection. 
The Smith has balance, poise, a well rounded perfection of mechanism 
and pattern and range that affords outstanding Smith Distinction. 
Your dealer has a Smith Gun that will speak impressively in your hands. With 
Hunter One Trigger it’s the complete gun. 
THE HUNTER ARMS COMPANY, Inc. 
31-51 HUBBARD STREET FULTON, N. Y. 
MCDONALD & LINFOETH, 739 Call Bldg., San Francisco, Calif. 
Pacific Coast Representatives 
THE SPOETING GOODS AGENCIES, 33 St. Nicholas St., Montreal 
Representatives for Eastern Canada 
what now I know were futile little black 
squares of flashlight paper, the dealer in 
which had warned us, and the directions 
also warned us not to use more than one 
at a time. We had a barrel head nailed 
to a stick, and our paper pinned to the 
whitened barrel head. We had a cleft 
stick with a thin piece of birch bark 
which had to be lighted by a match, and 
this in turn touched to the flashlight 
paper held aloft by my mate. 
Well, we went through all that in the 
dark. My mate scratched the match, as 
I held the camera open and aimed from 
the prow. Then she touched the paper 
and it went off with a sound like a cough 
in a cistern. 
At the flash and noise that moose let 
out one snort that almost sent the water 
spattering in my face, then started for 
shore. But in that flash I saw something 
that puzzled me. There were two moose 
heads close together, and neither of them 
had horns. 
And the commotion was certainly 
amazing, in that silent midnight. It 
sounded like the launching of a battleship 
to my tense nerves, but it died down as 
the moose settled to the long swim for 
shore. Then I heard something that set 
me thinking again; a tiny squealing 
baby-like squeaking wail. At every 
stroke of her swimming feet this cry 
came. And I said to myself, “Well, I 
should think that huge moose would make 
a different noise than that.” 
We followed in the canoe and we heard 
them land, with a huge splashing commo- 
tion. We heard when they struck the 
forest, crashing through the dense tan- 
gle. Then for fully a minute there was 
dead silence, but only for a few minutes 
at most. Then the silence of the forest 
midnight was shattered by the resonant, 
coughing bellow of the great cow. It 
rolled over the world about us, it rever- 
berated through the grottoes of the dark 
forest; it echoed back from the silent 
mountains. . . We could mark her 
progress by it. . . COUGH — Crash; 
COUGH — Crash; with almost monoto- 
nous regularity as she fled through the 
forest directly toward the North Pole. 
Then it dawned on me — the long head 
and the huge disturbance, the puny 
squeaking wail when we were on top of 
them, — and then, this silence — shattering, 
bellowing cough. The two moose were a 
cow and calf. And when I had turned on 
the light the calf was trying to get on 
her mother’s back. 
The mother had swam out or waded out 
to her feeding ground, leaving the calf 
in the edge of the forest, and as babies 
will, this one got tired of waiting while 
the mother browsed on the succulent lilly 
pads. The baby had swam out to get 
her supper of warm mother-milk. And 
she was asking her mother to come on 
shore and feed her. 
We happened along just when the baby 
was trying for a ride to shore. When I 
had turned on the light I was in line, 
and saw two heads behind each other. 
It was two pair of startled, twinkling 
eyes that I had glimpsed in the beam of 
the searchlight, and also, the mother had 
swam in silence absolute. It was the 
frightened wail of the baby I kad heard 
as they swam for shore. 
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