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the tree-trunk, until we jumped in and pulled 
them from their perch. 
What with their tiny needle-like teeth and 
well-grown little claws, it was like grabbing a 
lively pin cushion to get hold of the little furry 
black bunches of live bear. And we soon learned 
that it was wise to hold each cub at arm’s 
length—this after one sleeve of a woolen shirt as 
well as one-half its front had been ripped off 
by their muscular little legs and claws. 
Any reader doubting the ability with which a 
three-weeks-old baby bear can use his claws 
should write to Mr. J. F. Cleary of New York 
City, for full information; or better perhaps 
should view that portion of our film entitled 
“Mr. Cleary fathers the twins.” In this scene 
all goes serenely until one little bear succeeds in 
securing a good grip with his forepaw upon the 
back of Mr. Cleary’s left hand. The speed with 
which the cub is lowered to the ground indicates 
that the maneuver was indeed something more 
than a love-pat.” 
After tying each little fellow with a collar and 
a length of string we soon learned from the way 
they could scamper over the ground that we 
would have captured no cub bears, if upon dis¬ 
covery, they had taken to the underbrush instead 
of to the trees. 
The cubs after being filmed where we found 
them, we sent to the home camps in charge of 
one of the most careful guides of our party. We 
naturally anticipated a lot of fun and pleasure 
with the little fellows which alas! we never 
realized. For a time they seemed perfectly con¬ 
tented in their new home, which consisted of an 
old soap-box with a wire netting fastened over 
one end. It is hard to describe our disappoint¬ 
ment and grief upon getting up one morning, to 
find that our little friends had grown tired of 
their civilized surroundings and had forced their 
way out of the box to return to their accustomed 
home in the Bathurst forest. There we trust that 
they may give to the hunter of some future time 
the thrill that this “Prince of Big Game,” the 
black bear, gives to the man who cares to hunt 
him. 
For anyone who enjoys fast paddling and a 
lively canoe chase, let me recommend an attempt 
to film a flock of any of the varieties of young 
wild ducks that are to be found in this region. 
The manner in which these little bunches of feath¬ 
ers and legs can make the water as well as them¬ 
selves fly, is a sight to behold. The wings of the 
young birds which we encountered were not yet 
developed enough to carry them into the air, but 
in combination with their tiny webbed feet, they 
most certainly went at great rate over the surface 
of the water. And although not proficient in fly¬ 
ing, the education of the little ducks as to swim¬ 
ming and diving had not been neglected. 
The two young ruffed grouse filmed, birds not 
more than three weeks out of the shell were cap¬ 
tured from a flock of at least ten in number. Any¬ 
one who has endeavored to capture a young 
grouse in the thick undergrowth of the woods 
will appreciate that even the capture of two out 
of ten we considered as great good luck. The two 
chicks placed side by side would not have filled 
a circle one and one half inches in diameter. 
We rigged the camera over a moss-covered 
stump, placed the chicks in the moss within 
twelve inches of the lens and commenced to reel 
off the film. For the first few seconds the birds 
seemed perfectly contented with the arrange¬ 
ments. The finished picture on the screen shows 
however the last glimpse we had of the first 
chick disappearing. The second little fellow 
followed suit immediately after the photographer 
stopped cranking. 
I believe that few people in the east realize the 
wild grandeur of some of the mountain scenery 
of the interior of New Brunswick, especially that 
to be found about the headwaters of the Upsal- 
quitch river. As in all mountainous regions it is 
necessary to climb to the higher points to appre¬ 
ciate fully the beauty of this country. From 
such high points the surrounding hills stretch 
away in broken ranges, cut in every direction by 
winding valleys, down which flow numberless 
streams. These streams, except in the case of 
the larger rivers, are hidden from the eye by the 
forest growth. Upsalquitch lake, the source of 
the Upsalquitch river, is the largest sheet of 
water visible in this region. 
The upper slopes and summits of many of the 
ranges are barren of tree growth, being cov¬ 
ered by patches of low bushes and acres of gray 
moss, the favorite food of the woodland caribou. 
The caribou appear in large herds on the bar¬ 
ren hills only during the fall and early winter, 
remaining scattered and hidden in the deep 
woods during the warmer months. 
On these barrens the finest bear hunting in the 
region is also found. The bears come out into 
the open to feed on the ripened blueberries or to 
tear open, in search of ants, some decayed log 
of a forgotten forest growth. 
In October 1913, it was my good fortune, in 
this region, to witness a battle between two cari¬ 
bou bulls for the possession of a herd of nine 
cows. Although the fight took place upon a 
mountain-side across a valley from the point at 
which my guide and I were watching for game, 
the animals were in plain sight and the whole 
progress of the battle could be easily followed. 
Our attention was first attracted by the clash of 
the horns as the animals came together. The 
bulls would separate by backing away from each 
other for a few paces, then with heads lowered, 
they would again dash together, push and strug¬ 
gle for a moment and back away for another 
charge. 
At last one of the fighters turned tail, and 
pursued by his rival fled straight up the slope of 
the barren mountain-side and disappeared over 
the crest. After about ten minutes had elapsed 
the victorious bull trotted back into view and re¬ 
joined the herd of cows. The cows during the 
progress of the battle, kept on feeding content¬ 
edly, seeming to take no especial interest as to 
which bull came off the victor. 
Could we have had with us, at the time of wit¬ 
nessing this fight, a motion-picture camera in¬ 
stead of a gun, of how much greater interest 
would the resulting film trophy have been, than 
is the caribou head, which by a long, difficult 
stalk and some exceedingly wild shooting, we 
finally secured. 
As a result of this season’s trip we have suc¬ 
ceeded in bringing out of the woods a series of 
remarkable wild-life films, which when shown 
during the coming months, we trust will give as 
great pleasure to those who may view them as 
we enjoyed during the taking of the pictures. 
