July 8, 1911] 
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WHY A MOIST BURNING POWDER 
GIVES PERFECT PATTERNS. 
You can get good patterns from any gun so long as the 
choke of the barrel is kept free from the accumulation of lead. 
It is the gradual coating of lead on the bore of the gun by 
each shot that modifies the shape of the load as it leaves the 
barrel and upsets the pattern. 
A moist burning powder cleans the barrel after each shot. 
With a clean barrel, the shot spreads evenly every time. 
Your chances of hitting the target are thereby increased. 
Dead Shot is the only moist burning powder. 
It is the product of a process used exclusively by Dead 
Shot makers. 
All loading companies will supply shells loaded with 
Dead Shot. 
Be sure to get it. 
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that the fur in them will not be molested, he 
does not begin to trap until the season is well 
advanced and the silken pelts are prime. Then 
he sets out his “line” of traps and deadfalls. 
His “line” may be anywhere from ten to forty 
miles in length, following creeks, the shores of 
lakes, winding through swamps, trailing the 
summits' of mountains—and it is so arranged 
that it always brings him back home. From the 
moment he leaves his door until he returns he is 
constantly seeing traps or deadfalls or poison 
baits set for foxes on the lakes and barrens. In 
every mile he sets from six to eight traps, and 
three out of four of his traps are sheltered in 
little “houses” made of roots, pieces of rotten 
logs and brush. F.ach “house” is so constructed 
that it looks like a natural shelter. In the back 
of it is placed the bait, a piece of fish, a chunk 
of caribou or moose flesh, or a rabbit, and in the 
door, cleverly concealed under the moss and 
twigs, is set the trap. 
After the line is set, each day that follows is 
one of thrilling excitement. I have hunted all 
kinds of Canadian game, but never have I ex¬ 
perienced such pleasurable thrills as when on 
these trap lines. All the world is white, and 
in the spotless snow is left the story of every 
passing animal. Here an overfed lynx has come 
close to a trap house, sniffed at the bait within 
and gone his way without harm. The Indian 
trapper is not disappointed, but chuckles in his 
soft wordless way, and if you question him he 
will say: "Heem come again. Some day heem 
be hoongry.” And the clanking of a chain ahead 
in this silent white world. How it sends the 
blood leaping through your veins as it comes 
faintly to your ears like the distant tinkling of 
a bell! 
You start off at a trot on your snowshoes, 
staring ahead to catch a first glimpse. And then 
you see a flash of something leaping and twist¬ 
ing at your appraoch, and your blood goes a 
little faster. It may be a lynx, big, ungainly, 
crouching in sullen defiance now as you come very 
near. Or it may be a fisher, spitting and snarl¬ 
ing and full of fight. And it may—oh, what a 
chill for that racing blood of yours !—be noth¬ 
ing but a huge snowshoe rabbit dancing and 
squealing and clanking the chain like the big¬ 
gest lynx between Athabasca and the bay. Every¬ 
thing comes in the day’s catch — snowy little 
ermines for which the emperors and empresses 
of France once paid $150 a pelt, and which are 
now worth $i — silken, fluffy-tailed, friendly¬ 
looking martens, half as big as house cats, many 
times as pretty, and as valuable as lynxes; fiercer 
fisher cats, ever filled with a longing for battle; 
minks that scream at you in a voice which can 
be heard a quarter of a mile away; lynxes that 
accept death without a murmur —and trash — 
trash everywhere; owls, rabbits, squirrels, mice, 
jays, whiskey-jacks and perhaps now and then 
an eagle. 
As Christmas approaches a new excitement 
prevails. New Year’s is approaching—the great¬ 
est season of all the year in the big northland. 
The children of the trappers have been looking 
forward to it as other little children all the 
world over look forward to Christmas and Santa 
Claus. The mother has looked forward to it, 
and the father himself is as childish as they are 
in his eagerness for it to come. Ten days or 
two weeks before the “big time” the half sea¬ 
son’s catch of furs is packed, the dogs are 
hitched to their sledge, and the trapper and his 
family return to the post. From all parts of 
the wilderness, from the east, the west, the north, 
and the south the trails of the forest people lead 
toward one center. 
The post overflows with life. Teepees appear 
like magic. Day and night the clearing and 
neighboring forest is filled with the turmoil of 
half wolf huskies, fighting Eskimo dogs, deep- 
throated Mackenzie hounds and big-footed male- 
mutes from the west. A swarm of Indian and 
halfbreed children, a noisy, savage little horde 
play their games and add to the tumult from 
morning until night. In the company store furs 
are valued and sold; brown-faced men and 
women barter and laugh and revel again in 
riches. 
Great fires burn at night, and above the wild 
howling of the dogs a missionary’s voice rises in 
Life and Sport in Labrador 
NAPOLEON A. COMEAU. 
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St. Lawrence and Gulf,” Mr. Comeau has made a 
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value to the student of wild life. 
The author describes the events and experiences of 
fifty years, spent in the cause of humanity and science 
in one of the most interesting and least known sec¬ 
tions of Canada. He writes as one sportsman to his 
fellows, detailing his experiences with the wild things 
of wood, shore and sea, with plenty of stirring experi¬ 
ences with big game and gamy fish. 
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