Forest and Stream 
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NEW YORK, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 1913 
VOL. LXXXI.-No. 21. 
22 Thames St., New York. 
The Big Bull 
I N the pursuit of health and happiness, life 
is an age to the miserable and but a brief 
season to the happy. Countless delights of 
living are not to be secured in any other way 
than by living the free life of the wild woods. 
There the factory, the store, the ticker, the bank¬ 
er, and the game of making money that so many 
of us play at are forgotten. I have responded 
to the call of the wild at least once, and often 
twice, a year for many years to fish for speckled 
trout and the regal salmon in June, and to hunt 
and shoot game in the autumn, and I prescribe 
the moderate use of this interesting, glorious pas¬ 
time to my friends as the best kind of physic for 
mending a disordered constitution, or keeping a 
good one in excellent order. Living occasionally 
inside a dry tent has some advantage over a 
damp tomb. I share the same opinion as John 
Dryden had two hundred and fifty years ago, 
when he wrote: 
“The first physicians by debauch were made; 
Excess began, and sloth sustains the trade; 
By chance our long-liv’d fathers earned their 
food; 
Toil strung the nerves, and purify’d the blood; 
But we their Sons, a pamper’d race of men, 
Are dwindled down to threescore years and ten. 
Better to hunt in fields for health unbought, 
Than fee the Doctor for a nauseous draught. 
The wise for cure on exercise depend; 
God never made His work for man to mend.” 
In looking up the statistics of the province 
of New Brunswick I find it has an area of 28,200 
square miles, and a population of 331,200, so that 
it is not burdened much with population. Here, 
every good industrious citizen owns a home; 
there is plenty of land to go around, and he gets 
a piece that suits him, puts a pretty house on it 
of his own, and lives contentedly. 
I selected for my trip, on this occasion, the 
head waters of the Tobique, and the Nepisiguit 
Rivers. The Tobique has its origin in the Nec- 
tor Lakes, and numerous smaller streams, and 
runs west to the St. John River. The Nepisiguit 
originates in Three Lakes of the same name, and 
a great many smaller ponds and streams and 
runs east to the Charleur Bay, these two systems 
being connected by a portage of three miles. 
The territory along these streams is ideal for 
game and fish, particularly that much sought big 
wild beast—the moose. 
The trip up the Tobique is a grand one. 
The waters are rapid, and the beautifully wooded 
hills and mountains grand and impressive, pre¬ 
senting a variety of most beautiful scenery—here 
a bold promontory crowned with embowering 
trees, terminating in a mountain precipice—there 
the long woodland slope, fraught with sweet and 
wildest beauties, the velvet-tufted moss, the bushy 
alders, and the tinkling rivulet, running through 
the fresh and varied verdure, and of whose wa¬ 
Moose Bulls of 
New Brunswick 
By WILLIAM SIMPSON 
ters the bull, cow and calf moose come to drink 
and to eat succulent plants and grasses. 
At different times of the day uncertain magic 
seemed to diffuse a different charm over the 
scene—now would the morning mist settle over 
the mountains, and ag'ain the glorious sun would 
break forth in splendor, blaze upon the summits 
of the mountains and sparkle the dew-dipped 
grasses, mosses and flowers with a thousand iri¬ 
descent gems. The atmosphere was of an inde¬ 
scribable purity. The birds broke forth in charm¬ 
ing madrigals, and when twilight spread his man¬ 
tle, then did the face of nature assume a thou¬ 
sand charms which the heart that seeks enjoy¬ 
ment in wild nature certainly found inexpress- 
ably captivating. The best part of all this beauty 
is that which a description or a picture cannot 
express. 
Here and there the wheels of commerce have 
been putting their trade mark and embellishing 
a little with their handiwork, but nature still 
retains a large surplus to her credit account. The 
mountains and the trees and the beasts of the 
forest look at one another and seem to ask, 
"What is all this about?” 
About midway up the river is the home of 
the Tobique Salmon Club, a neat, comfortable 
place, and the sumptuous hunting and fishing 
lodge of Lord Strathcona, and up on the Nector 
Lakes, which is the headwaters, are the Sporting 
Camps of Adam Moore, well known to sports¬ 
men (and where I spent one day very pleasant¬ 
ly). If we had been princes of the royal realm 
we could not have been treated better, or had a 
heartier welcome, and while there I saw one of 
the finest moose heads in existence that had been 
very recently shot at Moore’s Home Camps. 
A portage of three miles brings one to 
Nepisiguit Lakes, where Charles Cremin’s home 
camps are located, and where I made my head¬ 
quarters for eighteen days, and had a splendid 
opportunity of observing the habits of the moose. 
On the day of my arrival at Cremin’s, we 
merely looked the situation over and rested up 
and fished in the mouth of a brook that entered 
the lake at one of Charley’s camps. After a 
good night’s rest we were ready and willing to 
hunt for game. We were up before daybreak, 
had a hearty breakfast and went to a small pond, 
and Gilbert Currie, who was appointed my 
guide, called moose. There was a bull with a 
small head on the margin of the pond and he 
came in, but his head was too small to shoot and 
he was too far away to get a good photograph. 
Just a word about my guide—Gilbert Cur¬ 
rie—familiarly called “Bert.” When in the woods 
ninety miles away from the nearest railroad sta¬ 
tion, and to me a stranger in a foreign coun- 
ONE OF CHARLES CREMIN’S CAMPS 
