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THE GAME OF THE ROCKIES. 
seen him do it twice. When we discovered the 
bull at the head of the lake, heading toward 
the calling cow, Bersing put his horn to his lips 
and gave one call; the bull stopped in his 
tracks, turned round and looked in our direc¬ 
tion; another call, accompanied by the snapping 
of a dead twig, turned the bull round and headed 
him toward us; for quite a distance he was con¬ 
cealed in a bend of the lake by a piece of timber, 
but about every thirty seconds we could hear 
him roar as he came toward us; at a distance of 
about 150 yards lie appeared in sight, stopped 
and looked in our direction. I think, if I could 
read his thoughts, he was lo.oking for another 
cow, accompanied by one of his rivals. Standing 
as he did, on the shore of the lake, in the early 
morning sunlight, with his head and antlers high 
in the air, he presented a magnificent sight. We 
were concealed behind some spruce bushes. 
Row and Norman had, in the meantime, come 
up where they could see the bull. As the dis¬ 
tance was a long one, and the sun shining in 
my face, I knew it required careful shooting lest 
the moose should escape in. the woods, which 
were but a few feet distant. I raised my ritle 
and fired, taking careful aim at his breast; when 
the gun cracked, I saw the blood gush out of 
his nostrils, and the only move he made was 
to turn around and give me a better opportunity. 
I shot him four times in the breast and neck, 
when he fell in his tracks. We photographed 
him where he lay, and found that he had a 
spread of antlers 48 inches and 18 points, the 
finest head that I have secured. 
Our hunting was over; we had killed about 
all the law’ permitted us to kill of big game, 
and we were satisfied. 
The heads are now with Charles H. Eldon, 
of Williamsport, Pa., for mounting, and I am 
sure that few finer specimens will be brought 
out of Canada this fall. 
The supply of game in New Brunswick is on 
the increase. Two years ago, I saw no beavci 
signs in the wilderness of New Brunswick, ex¬ 
cept some old dams that had been abandoned 
years ago. This year, at Ray’s pond, where Ray 
killed his moose, the beavers have constructed 
a dam covering two acres of ground, where the 
water is five feet deep. I sat in the timber, 
at the edge of the dam, with Mr. Row and 
watched the beavers at work, a most interesting 
sight; and while we sat there, a splendid deer 
came up within thirty feet of us and watched 
us, and pine squirrels cut down the spruce 
cones and dropped them on our heads, while 
the beavers were at work. 
.We saw several deer this year; all of them 
either does, or does with fawns. We could have 
killed more of these; we did not do so, because 
we had all the meat we needed. The bucks 
seemed to have been hidden away and were not 
on the move, hence we did not get any buck 
heads. Moose seemed more abundant than 
they were two years ago. We saw several 
splendid cows, but, for reasons given above, we 
saw but two bulls; if we had stayed longer, no 
doubt they would have been more in evidence. 
I am sure there are plenty of them in the 
Miramichi woods. 
The birch partridge of New Brunswick is the 
same bird known in Pennsylvania as the ruffed 
grouse, or pheasant. In New Brunswick, how¬ 
ever, they are very much more tame, and it is 
no trick to shoot the heads off.them with a rifle, 
as a club thrown among a covey of them will 
drive them into the trees, where they sit, like 
fools, and allow you to shoot them. This comes 
from the fact that they are very rarely hunted, 
and are not afraid of man. 
Hunting moose in the New Brunswick wilder¬ 
ness is no child’s play. I said, in a former 
article, that to hunt moose successfully, you 
must live like a moose to some extent. On tins 
trip we walked at least ten miles a day, on an 
average, over the roughest of trails, and sat, 
early and late, in the blinds, watching for our 
game. The work of the guide in moose hunting 
is the hardest kind of work. The moose hunt¬ 
ing camps are located far from civilization. 
Bersing’s Bald Mountain camp is sixty-five miles 
from a railroad, and over twenty miles from a 
wagon road; that twenty miles must be traveled 
on foot. The supplies for these camps must 
be packed on the backs of the guides all that 
distance, and one who has not seen the loads 
that they carry over these trails, has no idea 
what it means; they are, however, strong, active, 
willing and intelligent men, who charge you 
good prices, but earn their money. 
On our return we met John Russell at Ber¬ 
sing’s home camp, forty miles from New Castle, 
and twenty miles of that distance is through the 
wilderness. We reached Ned Way’s at noon on 
Wednesday, Sept.. 26, where we disposed of a 
splendid dinner, consisting of roast lamb, roasi 
chicken, boiled cabbage and other knick-knacks 
and scarcities not found in our menu at Clear 
Water Camp. We reached New Castle that 
evening at 5 o’clock, having traveled forty miles, 
one-half of which was over a muddy, rough 
road, and that night took the Maritime Express, 
on the Inter-Colonial Railway, for home. 
I may never revisit New Brunswick for moose 
hunting, as I would like to vary the programme 
by killing some other kind of big game. I can 
cheerfully recommend, however, the Miramichi 
country as one of the best big-game countries 
I know, and I have seen many of them; and one 
who can shoot, and can follow Carl Bersing 
over the trails of the Miramichi, may be sure he 
will get his complement of game. 
We were treated with the greatest courtesy 
by Mr. Robinson, Jr., the game warden for that 
district, who spared no pains to make our trip 
pleasant and profitable. 
I would like to say something, if space per¬ 
mitted, of the beauty of the New Brunswick 
forests. The coloring of the beeches, the differ¬ 
ent species of birches, the maples, sugars and 
poplars, intermingled with the balsams and 
spruces, exceeds anything that I have ever seen. 
They present a picture that one can never for¬ 
get, and this, in addition to the wonderful wild 
animal life of that country, so attractive to 
one who loves nature, will linger long in the 
memory of those who have seen it. 
Frank G. Harris. 
Cl EARFIELD, Pa , Oct. 10. 
Montana Game. 
Wolf Point, Mont., Oct. n. — Editor Forest 
and Stream: Game is very plentiful and it is 
pretty well protected in this section. 
W. J. Colwell, 
Kelly County Deputy Warden. 
THE GAME OF NEW ENGLAND HILLS. 
