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NEW YORK, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 1911. 
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VOL. LXXVII—No. 13. 
' No. 127 Franklin St., New York. 
A Woman’s Bear Hunt 
O N the morning of Aug. n my brother 
Miles (the professor) and I left St. 
Mary’s on our first bear hunt. We 
reached Plaster Rock at g 130 and next morn¬ 
ing we set out with Matt Bishop, one of the 
finest teamsters it has ever been our lot to meet, 
for a forty-mile drive to the Forks, which al¬ 
though long, we enjoyed to the fullest extent, 
stopping at Dow F<ats for dinner and arriving 
at the Forks at 4:30. We were there met by our 
guides, Charles Cremins and Jim Black with Jim 
McCaskill in the capacity of chef, and deposited 
our belongings at Ingle Nook Farm for the 
night. That evening Charles poled us up the 
Tobique to the Tobique Salmon Club house. The 
fish warden, Ernest Ferguson, was there and 
showed us around. The fishing season being- 
near its close, however, we met very few of the 
sportsmen. After a pleasant evening we re¬ 
turned to the Ingle Nook and bed. 
The next morning at 7 we were comfortably 
settled in our canoes and poled about a mile 
up the main Tobique, taking there the left hand 
branch. A half mile up we passed a lumber 
depot, the last vestige of civilization. The men 
moved smartly, stopping occasionally to bail the 
canoe as the water was splashed in by the pole. 
The spring brooks along the route furnished 
“nectar for the Gods.” After canoeing some 
six miles we caught our first glimpse of white 
water and there we encountered little Tobique 
Ledges. The guides told us how sometimes they 
got turned round on account of not getting the 
right set of the water. We got through with¬ 
out any mishap and had nice water for three- 
quarters of a mile to Sheep Tail Rips, at the 
head of which Adam Moore’s camp is situated. 
We stopped there for lunch, being just eight 
miles on our journey, then we went on for five 
nules to the site of an old lumber camp called 
Red Banks, where the guides again brought 
forth the lunch, but the professor and I, hav¬ 
ing not yet recovered from over indulgence at 
the previous one, abstained. We then proceeded 
a mile and a half further up the river, and as it 
was getting late, Charles began looking for dry 
wood. The cook presently sang out, “There’s 
one,” but Charles said there were too many black 
flies. Finally we saw a likely spot higher up 
where there was plenty of dry wood. While the 
guides made camp, ’Fess cast for trout and caught 
a fairly decent string, but none would have made 
you envious as to size. How good that supper 
tasted! Trout baked in ashes, hot biscuit and 
all the “trimmin’s”; bread went begging that 
night. The next morning we saw our first moose. 
By SADE M. EMACK 
As we each had a camera, we raced to see who 
would get the first picture, but in so doing we 
made such a racket we frightened him and he 
fled. That decided us to take turns in going 
ahead. Happening to be first the next time I 
saw two moose in a logan. Charles thought we 
BRITISH COLUMBIA ELK. 
Photographed by George M. Blackney. 
would both be able to get pictures, so signaled 
'Fess. We landed and sneaked through the tail 
grass between the river and the logan, and each 
succeeded in getting two pictures. When we got 
back to the canoes, ’Fess got out his fly medi¬ 
cine and treated the boys, who pronounced it 
first class goods. 
That evening we had lunch on a sand bar and 
went on to Big Cedar, where we camped for 
the night. The flies were fierce. We continued 
our way the next morning and saw more moose 
and several flocks of shelldralces, called Hoppers. 
We camped that night at the foot of Little 
Tobique Falls, and went to sleep with the roar 
of the falls in our ears. The following morn¬ 
ing in order to lighten our canoes in going 
through the falls, as at the upper part of the 
river the water is low, we tramped two and a 
half miles to Nictou Lake where we waited an 
hour for the guides. 
After dragging through the gates in the dam 
we proceeded three miles up the lake, where we 
met Mrs. Moore and party, had dinner and then 
went on about a mile further where we came 
to the carry to Bathurst Lake, a distance of 
about three miles, where we remained three days 
while the boys were getting the canoes across 
the carry and ready for the trip down the Nepi- 
siguit River. We had to paddle through two 
lakes and two miles through a deadwater before 
we reached Busch’s Falls, where we sighted a 
moose, and in the general mix-up the cook got wet. 
How we did laugh. We had not gone more than a 
mile further before Jim Black tore a hole in his 
canoe, the river being very rocky, and he had 
to stop for repairs. Charles suggested that he 
and I run on to Pott’s Hole and try for big 
ones, and sure enough we exceeded the profes¬ 
sor’s last string. We then went on to Pendleton 
Brook, where the others passed us, and when we 
arrived at the camping ground they had the 
tents pitched. The next morning we were up 
early and ran to Portage Brook where we had 
a carry of three miles to Meadow Brook camp, 
which was our destination. 
On our way we had our first glimpse of the 
hills and it was a puzzle to us how any animal 
could get anything to eat, they were so steep. 
Arrived at the camp everything was got in readi¬ 
ness for the big hunt, and we turned in early 
as Charlie informed us that we would have to 
be up before daylight. Breakfast was a hearty 
meal for us. We and the guides climbed 
the Portage Hill and at the top separated, Pro¬ 
fessor and Jim going northeast to Meadow 
Brook Hill, while Charlie and I made a round¬ 
about trip to Lookout Hill, then to Flag Hill, 
which Charles decided would be a good lookout. 
After I was settled out of the wind behind 
the trees, Charlie, with the aid of glasses, sur¬ 
veyed the surrounding hills, but failed to see 
anything for about an hour, when he sighted an 
object moving among the stumps of Portage 
