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were numerous, had worn a trail from the camp 
to the brook near by, and we saw signs of there 
being several sizes of them, had climbed up the 
log walls of the cabin and made an entrance of 
large, roomy proportions through the birch-bark 
roof, finally having torn off one of the boards 
of the door and made themselves at home. We 
could see the marks of their claws where they 
had forced the door open, and in opening seven 
boxes of raisins, prunes, peaches, plums, and 
other dried fruits, found them empty, while the 
contents of one big 'box of dried apples, marked 
50 pounds, was all consumed, but about ten 
pounds. 
Virgil writes that “it never troubles a wolf 
how many sheep there are,” and I felt that way 
about the bears, and I could not help thinking 
that I would like to have a black bear rug on my 
library floor, and I cheerfully watched Bert set 
another trap and bait it well. I am happy to 
think that when the taxidermist ge'ts his work 
completed I will have one of the largest and best, 
and when I step on it I probably will think of 
the numerous boxes of dried fruit of which he 
helped to rob the lumbermen's storehouse. 
That the disposition of some persons situated 
in a rural settlement where fresh meat and fish 
markets are far off, is to trespass a little on the 
calendar and commit judicial errors is illustrated 
by an incident that came up a week or so after 
the close of the fishing season. A native was 
fishing contentedly on the stream, on one of the 
lower settlements down river, when he was 
joined by a stranger, who opened the conversa¬ 
tion thus: “Well, neighbor, are you having any 
luck?” “Not much.” “How many have you 
got?” “Oh! three or four.” “Do you fish 
much?” “Some, ain’t been busy this week, so I 
fished some.” “Get many yesterday?” “Yes, 
eleven nice ones.” “How many did you get alto¬ 
gether this week?” “Oh! forty or fifty.” "Well, 
do you know who I am?” “Naw, I guess I never 
seed you afore.” “Well, I am the Chief Fish 
Warden of this district.” “Well, that’s pretty 
good.” “Wall, did ye ever know who I be?” 
“No, I think I never had that pleasure.” “Well, 
I’m Peter Joke Smith and they say that I’m the 
biggest liar in the county.” 
While traveling through the woods on the 
trails, and in the trees along the streams we 
got enough partridges to supply the table, and 
while deer are not as abundant as they are in 
northeastern Maine, we saw a good many. The 
caribou barrens in Cremin’s territory were quite 
a distance away, and as I was satisfied with what 
game I had, I did not care to hunt further. 
The few remaining days of my stay were bright 
and sunny, and I went along the streams and 
made photographs and leisurely returned to the 
railroad station at Plaster Rock en route for my 
home in New York. 
On the drive, of about thirty-five miles from 
the Fofiks of the Tobique to Plaster Rock, there 
are several rural settlements in which evidences 
of education and religion were conspicuous by 
their school houses and neat little churches. 
“On other shores, above their mouldering towns, 
In sullen pomp, the tall Cathedral frowns; 
Simple and frail, our lowly temples throw 
Their slender shadows on the paths below; 
Scarce steal the winds, that sweep the woodland 
tracks, 
The larch’s perfume from the settler’s axe, 
Ere like a vision of the morning air, 
His slight-framed steeple marks the house of 
prayer, 
Yet Faith’s pure hymn beneath its shelter rude 
Breathes out as sweetly to the tangled wood, 
As where the rays through blazing oriels pour 
On marble shaft and tessellated floor.” 
These people living a simple, rural life, do 
not trust to human effort alone, but acknowledge 
the power and goodness of a higher Being that 
presides over the destinies of us all. 
Quail is Mothered by Turkey Hen. 
Hope, N. D. — Adopting a quail, an old tur¬ 
key hen belonging to a farmer in this county 
is as enthusiastic over the new charge as if it 
was a real turkey. The quail is the only one 
seen in this locality for years, and recently began 
to feed with the turkeys, after which an attach¬ 
ment sprang up between it and the turkey. 
When the turkey goes to roost, the quail nestles 
under its foster mother's wing and remains com¬ 
fortable during the night. It is not very much 
afraid of the people on the farm and appears 
to enjoy its new surroundings. 
Waterville Beagles. 
The season was started with the above pack 
on the 22d of September, under the favorable 
conditions. The meet was at Glenbeg, at the 
head of Waterville Lake. Here after a brief 
delay a strong hare was started. She went 
away at a very fast pace for the mountain, with 
the hounds well up. Coming to the donga, 
where the brook comes down at Clogvoola, the 
hare turned sharply, and ran toward Cahersi- 
vane. She appeared to gain on the hounds as 
the Cahersivane hill was approached, but the 
hounds closed up, and rushing in upon her a 
kill was nearly effected. The hare afterward 
went on along the uplands in a pretty straight 
line, with the hounds not far behind. After¬ 
ward things got livelier—too lively for the hare, 
and poor puss was bowled over after a fine run 
of forty-five minutes. A second hare was soon 
afterward put up, also in Glenbeg, but in a dif¬ 
ferent part of the glen. This one went away 
slowly in a twisting fashion up the mountain. 
1 he hounds followed quickly and nearly 
knocked her down at the end of about ten 
minutes. She managed to escape some way, 
however, and ran up the steep ascent very fast 
indeed. She got to the top safely, and the 
hounds reached it a few minutes later. The 
hare then headed east over the mountain bogs, 
and going at a rattling pace held her own very 
well. Thanks to the past warm summer and the 
prolonged drouth, those mountain bogs were 
firm and not like they usually are at this time 
of the year—soft, soaked, and holding. This 
made matters pleasanter for the hunting party 
who followed. 
The weather, which was somewhat gloomy 
previously, now cleared, and the sun shone 
brilliantly from a cloudless sky. On the chase 
went—still in an easterly direction—and at one 
time it looked as if the hare would escape, but 
this was not to be, as the hounds came on rapid¬ 
ly after a brief check and accounted for their 
quarry at the end of an hour from the start. 
It was now luncheon time and the hounds were 
given a rest. 
Afterward the hounds were taken down to 
the Cahercrovane valley, and thence back to 
Old Glenbeg again. Hares appear to be very 
numerous in this district at present, as two 
were put up on this occasion nearly at the same 
time. The hounds held on to No. 1, however, 
and she, too, paid the forfeit after a rather brief 
and uneventful run. A fourth hare was started 
on the mountain side in about an hour after¬ 
ward. She kept the hounds hard going for 
about two hours over the mountain and valleys 
between Glenbeg and Cahersivane. The hare 
was a strong fast one, but the hounds notwith¬ 
standing their previous hunts scarcely ever left 
her go out of sight, and she, too, went the way 
of the rest. This ended the day’s sport, and all 
were pleased with the opening day’s sport. On 
the same . day another pack of Waterville 
beagles—there are two packs at Waterville— 
were out at Glenmore and its vicinity. The fol¬ 
lowers of this pack, which we will call the 
“Rocker” pack, to distinguish it from the origi¬ 
nal pack about which we have been writing for 
some years, had also very good sport. It ap¬ 
pears they started a fox which managed to es¬ 
cape after a very exciting chase of a couple of 
hours over the steep, rugged, and precipitous 
mountains of Glenfore 
THE FALL OF THE BIGfEULL. 
