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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Jan. 2, 1909. 
I caught sight of his majesty wandering aim¬ 
lessly about like something lost. It was plain 
to be seen that at least one of my shots had 
taken effect, but for the moment I was so car¬ 
ried away by his enormous bulk and majestic 
appearance that I almost forgot what I was there 
for. The big fellow, when he reached a small 
open space, stopped for an instant and gazed 
at Us as if to show fight, and as he did so I fired 
again just behind the shoulder. He started off 
with a rush, but had not covered more than ten 
feet before he went down with a tremendous 
crash. 
He was on his feet in an instant, however, and 
off again, but another shot sent him to earth 
again, this time for good. 
“Oh, look! look!’’ was Billy’s startling excla¬ 
mation, and glancing at the spot indicated, about 
sixty yards to the left, I saw two other enormous 
bulls just breaking into a trot. It then dawned 
upon us that they had been silent but interested 
spectators to the whole performance. We could 
easily have shot them both, but the law only 
allows one moose in a season, and Billy having 
shot his complement some days before, there was 
nothing to be done but stand and watch these 
great monarchs of the forest trot away out of 
sight. 
After they had gone we hastened to the spot 
where my moose had fallen and found him in 
his death throes. I kicked off my snowshoes, 
dropped my rifle, let a whoop out of me and 
grasped Billy’s outstretched hand. 
“I guess he’s a sixty-incher all right and one 
of those that got away was fully as big,” was 
Billy’s summing up of the situation. 
We measured the antler spread with our rifle 
barrels as best we could, and put it down at 
sixty inches, and a subsequent measurement with 
a steel tape showed fifty-nine and three-quarter 
inches. The antlers were massive, evenly bal¬ 
anced, and each blade was found to contain 
thirteen points, twenty-six in all. He was cer¬ 
tainly a splendid moose, and Billy took occas¬ 
ion to impress on me the fact that I had had 
unusually good luck. An examination of the 
ground seemed to indicate that I had missed 
the moose while he was lying down, but the 
shots fired subsequently had all taken effect. 
When we had partially recovered from the 
excitement we remembered that we had left 
both our axe and camera back at the old lumber 
camp, over two miles distant. As it was after 
12 o’clock and we had ten miles to travel to 
reach the next camp, to get the axe and properly 
dress the animal was out of the question. With 
a hunting knife we removed the entrails as best 
we could and continued on our journey. We 
found the going pretty tough and darkness was 
setting in when we reached our destination. Billy’s 
father, who had been out for some days look¬ 
ing after sable traps, was there to welcome us. 
He looked at me with an air of suspicion when 
I told him of my success, but finally accepted 
the story with some slight mental reservation. 
The next day being Sunday we took things 
rather easy, and being pretty well used up with 
the previous day’s exertions, I was mighty glad 
of the opportunity to rest. 
On Monday morning we set out for Trout 
Lake, four miles distant, to look after a line 
of sable traps. This beautiful mountain lake has 
the reputation of being one of the best trout 
fishing resorts in the whole Province of New 
Brunswick. We found it frozen solidly on our 
arrival, and had no difficulty in reaching Car¬ 
negie Lodge, a snug log cabin owned by the 
Griffins, and located quite close to the shore. 
We started a fire to take the chill off the place, 
had a cup of tea and set out to look for the 
traps. The line was six miles long, and in cover¬ 
ing that distance we saw seven moose, all large 
bulls, and gathered in fifteen sable and two 
weasels. From the time we left Hayden camp 
in the morning until we returned to Carnegie 
Lodge at dark, we crossed fresh trails of over 
thirty moose, and it might be added we did no 
hunting. 
On Tuesday we turned our faces homeward 
and visited and sprung quite a number of traps 
as we went along. We saw a great many moose 
and deer sign and started quite a number of 
these animals, but did not see them. We 
reached Big Moose camp late in the afternoon 
and had a splendid supper of moose steak, 
onions and fresh pork. We spent the night there 
and the next morning at daylight Billy led in 
a snowshoe tramp to the spot where I shot my 
moose. We found the big fellow just as we 
had left him, except that the heat from his body 
had melted the snow, letting him down on bare 
ground. After I had taken a number of snap¬ 
shots, the guides turned to and skinned the 
animal, removing the head at the same time. 
We caught a tote team at Taxis camp and 
reached the settlement shortly after dark that 
night, and the following day I returned to Fred¬ 
ericton after an absence of just one week. 
R. P. A. 
Nr. Hallock’s Book. 
Asheville, N. C., Dec. 14 .—Editor Forest and 
Stream: Through the courtesy of our old 
friend, the founder of Forest and Stream, 
Charles Hallock, I have received and read one 
of the first copies of his new book, “Peerless 
Alaska.” 
While we all know Mr. Hallock and his writ¬ 
ings and have enjoyed everything he has writ¬ 
ten that has come to our notice, the wonder to 
me is in this new book that one of his age could 
gather all the information he here presents, dur¬ 
ing the few months he lived in Alaska. Every 
page is of interest. The sections on Mineral 
Wealth, Commercial Fisheries, Fur, Fish and 
Game, and the Glacier Fields are particularly 
to my liking. 
Many new and startling facts are set forth, 
notably that vegetables and grains are now being 
successfully and extensively raised in Alaska on 
a soil which overlies perpetual ice, the ice being 
only a few feet below the surface. The secret 
seems to be even temperature, day and night, 
when spring opens; constant moisture from be¬ 
low from the ice and long days, thus assuring 
a rapid growing and early maturing crop. Mr. 
Hallock makes it appear that portions of Alaska 
will rival the Dakotas as a grain country at no 
distant date. Read his book and you will change 
your ideas as to Alaska being a country of cold 
and gold, snow and ice. His book makes one 
want to go and see it for himself. 
A review of this book in your columns would 
be a great treat to those who would not get it 
otherwise. C. P. Ambler. 
[The book will be reviewed in due time.— 
Editor.] 
Adirondack Fires and Preserves. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
Let me tell you one thing: You can build, as 
G. L. Brown suggests, all the fire breaks human 
flesh is equal to, and you may clean up all the 
dead and down timber in the forest, but you 
will never safeguard the Adirondack woods 
against fire until the denizens of that beautiful 
wilderness are given an education that they 
sorely need. When I use the word “education” 
I mean that they must be taught that the de¬ 
struction of the trees, regardless of the means 
used, and no matter if those trees be the prop¬ 
erty of others than themselves, is sure, in the 
last analysis, to rob them, the denizens afore¬ 
mentioned, of a livelihood and homes. 
I have been a visitor to the Adirondacks fall 
and spring for twenty years. I was in the midst 
of the fires of 1903 and 1908. I helped to fight 
those fires in a small way. I saw enough to con¬ 
vince me that not only are many of the Adiron¬ 
dack residents ignorant of fire fighting, but 
they are, to a remarkable degree, indifferent 
to the destruction that goes on about them 
as a result of fires. Some of them are mali¬ 
cious, and not a few of the fires of last 
fall were deliberately started. I know of two 
fires, on a club preserve and far removed from 
the railroad, that were unquestionably ignited 
by so-called guides who used such means in 
order that they and their “sports” might the 
more readily and easily obtain shots at fleeing 
deer. One fire was set near the south line of 
the preserve in question when a brisk south wind 
was blowing. Near the north line, on the day 
following, poaching guides and men were halloo¬ 
ing through the woods in front of the traveling 
fire and the shooting was continuous. I dis¬ 
covered this fire myself and I heard the shout¬ 
ing and shooting. At the north edge of this 
preserve lives a scoundrel and his son who serve 
their equally lawless guests by hunting on the 
preserve, notwithstanding the fact that there are 
thousands of acres of unpreserved forest all 
around them. 
These guides, if their own threats and admis¬ 
sions are to be accepted as indicative of their 
character, would not hesitate for a moment to 
burn a valuable forest in order to get a deer 
or get even with an organization that, accord¬ 
ing to their crude, wild and untrue method of 
reasoning, is their enemy. These guides need 
a dose of education—or law. Perhaps the lat¬ 
ter would carry with it the former. 
I saw the men that were sent in to fight a 
fire. The first that came were four in number. 
All had rifles and three were so drunk that they 
found it difficult to retain seats in their vehicle. 
They drove within a mile of the fire, popping 
their guns as they went. Then a whiffletree 
snapped and they returned to their abiding 
places for repairs and more whiskey. They did 
not approach even the odor of the fire. The 
next day another crowd of men, fifteen or eigh¬ 
teen, came in. Some of them could talk English 
and others could not. They were, however, in 
charge of a lumber boss and he made them 
work quite successful!}'- while he remained on 
the scene. But he was called away to fight an¬ 
other fire, and then came days of blissful loafing 
for these men. They did not even retard the 
progress of the fire, leaving it almost entirely 
to a couple of men from a nearby preserve. The 
