698 FOREST AND STREAM Nov. 30, 1912 
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THE CARIBOU BARRENS OF NEW¬ 
FOUNDLAND. 
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half a cup of prune juice in the bottom of the 
kettle in the morning, and they cleaned out every 
particle of it during the day. 
After a couple of days in this camp the 
sociable Canada jays began making their first 
calls upon us, and uttered polite pleasantries in 
acknowledgment of the light luncheon we set out 
near the wood pile for them. Lionel says there 
are in Newfoundland no bluejays, which I de¬ 
scribed to him as something like a kingfisher, but 
bluer, taller and carrying a smaller crest. 
Yellow-legged plover were plentiful. A big 
flock of them visited the wide gravel bar in 
front of camp every morning. It was good fun 
to answer the clear musical whistle they make 
in flight and call them down to visit us, and 
really fascinating to observe through my power¬ 
ful binoculars the big fellows wading along in 
the edge of the backwater, daintily picking up 
breakfast from among the pebbles within twenty 
yards of camp. 
While blazing out the trail up from the river, 
Lionel, and I jumped a caribou in the thick 
spruces, and that same evening a three-year-old 
stag crossed the river just below camp, his coat 
almost black, his antlers small and all in velvet. 
The boys said that the old stags have about half 
cleaned their horns by Sept. 5, and would usually 
be all cleaned by the 12th, whereas the younger 
stags will carry shreds of velvet ten. days later. 
Lionel, who has hunted caribou thirty years, kill¬ 
ing for meat and hides in the old days as high 
as twenty-one stags in a season, told me he had 
upon two occasions skinned stags possessing the 
curious throat sac filled with hair which Mr. 
Millais observed in a stag shot by him on the 
N. W. Gander in 1904. 
As to whether the caribou are on the de¬ 
crease, the boys differed. One was of the opin¬ 
ion that the present wise enforcement of the 
game laws had resulted in checking the killing 
to well below the natural increase, while the 
other held that there are about half the deer 
in the island compared to the number twenty 
years ago “before the rail track came through.” 
Both agreed, however, that the vast areas 
of the interior, bearing no merchantable timber, 
unfit for agriculture, inaccessible, save at con¬ 
siderable effort, and only by back packing and 
plentiful in cover and feed, should support the 
present population of deer a thousand years 
hence, provided there be adequate enforcement 
of the present law limiting the annual destruc¬ 
tion to three stags per man. 
They smoked up a whole box of matches 
arguing the question, but the above seemed to 
be the net result. An idea of the condition 
which prevailed formerly may be had from the 
statement that twenty years ago two Indians and 
one white man operating together killed one fall 
sixty stags and forty does, spearing them from 
canoes as they swam across the Exploits River 
and dragging the carcasses ashore. Half the 
meat they sold to lumber camps, the remainder 
spoiled in the woods. 
After the day’s hard work on the trail I was 
rewarded by ten hours’ delightful sleep on as 
good a fir balsam bed as one ever saw. Next 
morning Lionel and I decided to take a day off 
and shave, bake bread, cut wood and fix up 
camp generally. We held in reserve the fine 
hardtack sent us from St. Johns for use as a 
travel ration when we should really get down 
to serious hunting. 
This hardtack is about four inches long, one 
and three-quarters wide and three-quarters of an 
inch thick, hard as cobble stones, but very satis¬ 
fying. You can split it with a wedge and toast 
the halves. The parts of two hardtack thus pre¬ 
pared and broken into pieces with an axe will 
require enough chewing to satisfy the most ar¬ 
dent apostle of Horace Fletcher; and the results 
are very upbuilding, far more so than is the case 
with American pilot bread, which powders up in 
your pocket so that when you arrive at the end 
of a good hard walk, it is reduced to a hand¬ 
ful of messy cracker crumbs. This Newfound¬ 
land hardtack is all in all one of the best travel 
rations I have found, being as light as the flour 
from which it is made, requiring no preparation, 
standing the weather well and involving no waste. 
[to be continued.] 
THE RUMANIAN’S TOBACCO. 
Rumania, the dark horse of the Balkans, 
may be said to have been wafted into good 
government on a cloud of tobacco smoke. For 
it was the tobacco monopoly established by the 
degenerate ruler Couza that brought about his 
compulsory abdication. Every Rumanian 
smokes, and Couza came up against a national 
habit—with the usual result. It was in 1866 
that the present ruler, Prince Charles of Ho- 
henzollern-Sigmaringen was invited, in the teeth 
of the concert of Europe and the Sultan, to be¬ 
come Couza’s successor; and nothing finer ever 
happened to Rumania—except its Queen, “Car¬ 
men Sylva.” But the good fortune of Rumania 
is also due to Bismarck, who counselled the 
young Prince to accept the offered throne, re¬ 
marking, “If you fail you will at any rate have 
a pleasant reminiscence for the rest of your 
life.”—London Chronicle. 
