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FOREST AND S T R E A :VI 
September, 1919 
Big Game Along the 
Canadian Pacific Railway 
Get off almost anywhere along the Canadian Pacific Railway from 
Nova Scotia to British Columbia, and you will soon find yoursell 
in big game country. Here is the catalog — what is your desi e? 
Nova Scotia— Moose, caribou, deer, bear. 
New Brunswick— Moose, deer, bear. 
Quebec — Moose, caribou, deer, bear. 
Ontario — Moose, caribou, reindeer, deer, bear 
Manitoba — Moose, caribou, reindeer, deer. 
Saskatchewan— Moose, caribou, deer. 
Alberta — Mountain sheep, mountain goat, 
caribou, deer. 
British Columbia — Mountain sheep, mountain goat, 
moose, caribou, deer, bear. 
TTrite to A. O. Seymour, Gev^ral Tourist Agent 
Canadian Pacific Railway, Montreal, Canada, 
for full particulars 
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gun he snapped his empty barrel, then 
recovering, fired the other, but scored a 
clean miss. Loud and long the Doctor 
laughed, and when Irvey shamefacedly 
returned to the surrey, Doc sarcastically 
said: “You don’t need a gun, you want a 
fishing pole, or a crab net; why any 
nimble boy, ten years old, could have 
caught that plover with his bare hands." 
Most of the plover would be located by 
their mellow whistle or by seeing them 
“skulking” through the clover aftermath, 
but occasionally one would spring from 
cover like a meadow lark, requiring quick 
shooting. 
Late in the afternoon we returned to 
the Wyckoff farm, and taking our game 
from the spring house, headed back for 
our starting point, some seven miles 
away. On the road we passed an aban- 
doned farm, that looked very promising, 
so we drove over the weed grown fields 
with good results. At the back of the 
farm Doc and Irvey alighted and walked 
back to the road over an old w’heat field 
that had quite a “volunteer” crop of 
wheat standing, hoping' to find some 
doves, while I stayed in the surrey, for I 
am quite lame at times from an old in- 
jury to one of my knees. As they were 
walking along about one hundred yards 
apart from between them sprang three 
doves, crossing in front of Irvey. He 
brought one down at a long distance, the 
remaining two, flying like the wind, 
passed the surrey at about fifty yards 
distance. Throwing up the little Baker, 
I swung about three feet ahead of the 
nearer dove, and pulled the trigger; just 
at that instant they crossed, and I killed 
them both. Grinning from ear to ear, 
Dick said, “Golly Boss, dat was a 
‘scrumptious’ shot, you sholy done sur- 
prised dem birds.” 
'We now drove directly for Irvey’s, with 
the full glory of the setting sun behind 
us, and reached there as the evening 
shades were falling. After a hearty sup- 
per, the game was carefully packed under 
the buggy seat (for Irvey generously re- 
fused to keep any of it) and w’e were off 
for home, with Irvey’s admonition to the 
Doctor to buy a good gun before he came 
again, ringing in our ears. We reached 
town, a little after eleven o’clock, and 
found the Doctor’s wife sitting up for 
him, so I went in with him. We spread 
the game out on the kitchen table, and it 
made a goodly show, twenty-eight plover, 
and twelve doves, all in prime condition, 
truly a bag to be proud of. As we were 
admiring them, the Doctor’s three oldest 
little girls, with giggles of glee, came 
scampering down the broad stairw’ay in 
their “nighties” to see Papa’s birds, while 
little Barbara and baby Fritz, slept the 
sleep of childish innocence. 
H OW ■ inscrutable are the waj's of 
Providence ! The good, the kind, 
the lovable, apparently die young, 
many just as the candle of life bursts intj 
flame, others are snuffed out at middle 
life when the flame is burning brightest: 
while the cold, the mean, the miserly, 
burn to the socket. So in a few short 
years, the inexorable hand of fate beck- 
oned, and the genial Dpetor, with his 
lovely wife, passed from our midst, leav- 
ing their little flock behind. Of the four 
