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IN THE HAUNTS OF MOOSE. 
The night before we left the little red station 
of Mine Center in westernmost Ontario we could 
still see Halley’s comet way down the clearing 
of the railroad tracks, but the danger was seven 
days past. By the next evening my Indian and 
I had paddled far up the Big Turtle River on 
our way to see moose. A plunge of tonic cold¬ 
ness in the river, a delectable supper beside the 
ebbing fire, and then the sights and sounds of 
the accumulating night—its deepening blue sky, 
the moth flickering in and out of the wild cherry 
blossoms, the crickets, the frogs, the leaping fish 
and the rhythmically reiterated bird notes. With 
the first appearance of the stars the Indian Bdly 
remarked: “Guess start early morning,” and 
we were'off to bed, says a Field correspondent. 
In one more day of heaveniy weather we 
pitched our permanent camp at the head of Big 
Turtle Lake on an island facing two grassy bays 
and commanding the entrance to an endless mesh 
of rivers and creeks—the choicest moose grounds 
in all the north. The next morning it was cold, 
raining and blowing a gale. Though I could 
plainly see two specks of moose wading about 
undisturbed about half a nine away in the near¬ 
est bay, I had to content myself with chopping 
wood, exploring our island, and studying Chip- 
peway. And there we stayed for a week. At 
4 o'clock on the morning of May 28 Billy waked 
me and said: “Soak poon”—"it is snowing.” 
And so it was—a regular November blizzard. 
To keep warm we had to make a roaring fire 
in a clearing in the bushes. The snow changed 
to mist, the wind seethed overhead, the smoke 
swirled, the gray ashes sifted under the glow¬ 
ing logs, and all the time I sat on a bough dais 
toasting myself in silent luxury while Billy 
smoked a comfortable pipe beside me. 
Once, in an interval of the squall, an Indian 
from a neighboring island came to see us. 
“Kschin otin,” I said—“big wind blowing,” and 
I gave him a cup of tea, while I ransacked my 
scant vocabulary for more conversation. As he 
sat whittling with Billy and telling a funny story 
how he shot a bear that wouldn’t die, I wrote his 
description. He was a tall, handsome fellow in 
a red sash and a black, high-crowned hat like 
the jolly companions of Rip Van Winkle, and 
his long black locks, squarely clipped round the 
cheek bones, hid every part of his ears, except 
the heavy ear-rings. He kept smiling in a friend¬ 
ly manner, and had a magnificent set of yellow 
upper teeth always exposed. “Lots of moose,” 
he assured me, as he was about to go. “Saw 
eleven yesterday.” 
What with snow, thunder and high winds I 
had plenty of time to learn Indian before we 
could verify our visitor’s predictions, but finally 
on June 4 our captivity came to an end. The 
wind suddenly veered to the southwest, little 
fleecy terriers drove off the big rain dogs, the 
sun came out warm and immediately everything 
was joyful. All kinds of birds twittered and 
warbled and darted round our heads. On the 
surface of the lake minnows flirted in the sun¬ 
light. I myself plunged in for a swim. Finally 
away we paddled in the canoe to make acquaint¬ 
ance with the neighboring moose. 
That very day, screened behind a bower of 
poplar twigs stuck upright in the gunwales, 
we saw twenty-two moose and two deer, and 
thenceforth the tally steadily mounted, till on 
June 9 we counted forty-four moose. There 
was one bend in particular in the river where 
we could always be sure of seeing three or more 
of these animals at one time feeding on the new 
sprouts of wild rice. One morning there were 
ten of them, seven bulls, a cow and twin calves. 
Not having learned the danger of association 
with human beings they allowed us to approach 
in plain sight. Quietly we floated nearer till the 
nearest was less than ten feet away, and then 
we took photograph after photograph. 
There was a beautiful winding creek with 
banks about two feet high and covered with 
meadow grass, some of it brown like hay, some 
fresh and green, some gray and hanging where 
the receding water left its mud. As we paddled 
cautiously up its course, expecting to bump a 
moose at every bend, small birds flew out of 
their nests, a crow cawed, herons rose, the lacy 
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alders and willows in half leaf swayed in the 
breeze, and now and then the scraping of the 
paddle on a rock startled us like a pistol report. 
Once I tried to outrun a bull moose in the 
muskeg, learning thereby the disadvantage of 
human legs. Twice we had the good sport of 
overtaking bulls in the lake and paddling round 
and round them in the canoe as near as we 
dared. And each time we brought away on our 
backs a hundred or more of the little narrow 
green, wedge-shaped flies that swarm on the 
moose’s hump. There was only one way to get 
rid of them—to smoke them off at the camp-fire. 
In sixteen days of close intimacy with our wild 
neighbors we saw, besides multitudes of small 
creatures, one mink, seven deer and 275 moose. 
The weather had grown suddenly hot, the tem¬ 
perature of the lake had risen to 78 degrees, and 
the blue flies were buzzing. By day the moose— 
mostly fat and lazy—came trooping to the water 
for food and relief from their pests, and by night 
we heard their pleasurable grunts and splash- 
ings. It was such an exhibition of wild life as 
probably can be seen nowhere else but in Africa. 
On June 12, with our negatives suspended to 
dry from an improvised rigging in the canoe, 
Billy and I paddled jauntily back home, after 
a vacation full of the variety and the exuber¬ 
ance of a north woods spring time. 
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