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FOREST AND STREAM 
December, 1918 
Central Park. W es t — 
74th and 75th 
Streets 
Overlooking Central Park’s most pictur¬ 
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Especially attractive during the Fall 
and Winter months. Appeals to fathers, 
mothers and children. 
Rooms and bath — $2.50 upwards. 
Parlor, bedroom and bath — $4.00 per day and upwards. 
SPECPAL WEEKLY RATES. 
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COOPERS CAMPS 
THE HOME OF THE WORLD’S LARGEST 
SQUARE TAILED TROUT. 0. K. HUNTING 
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GOOD HUNTING AT 
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Newport Springs Camp Cottages, Newport, Fla. 
Quail, wild turkey, deer, ducks and geese in 
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.Sulphur swimming pool. Water beneficial for 
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A modern treatise on guns, gun fitting, ammunition, wing and trap shooting 
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RAOUL AND THE NEW 
BRUNSWICK MOOSE 
(continued from page 693) 
reverberated again, and close to me the 
prescient stillness of those woods was 
broken by the crashing of twigs, and the 
splashing of water as that bull moose came 
into view, coughing truculently. He sud¬ 
denly espied me. 
All the stories of charging moose rushed 
to my mind. I observed the lowered head. 
I snap shot twice as he turned his big left 
shoulder my way. Instantly the huge frame 
shivered. He flung the head from side to 
side, as though trying to wipe something 
obscuring his eyes. In a moment the knees 
sagged forward, and with an immense 
crash the great moose dropped dead. 
How very easily it had all been effected! 
Just two shots to accomplish the death of 
that weighty moose! Many a time I had felt 
more pride in stopping a hurtling quail in a 
post oak thicket. Possibly it was too new a 
game for me to realize it all immediately. 
But by all means I must have my trophy— 
later to tell about to my friends, my chil¬ 
dren, as my one reminiscence of the scat¬ 
tered barrens and woods of New Brunswick. 
Raoul’s assistance was necessary. On my 
arrival at camp I found him jabbering be¬ 
tween two men. He was under arrest 
. . . an old offender . . . whiskey 
peddler . . . for years. He had lately 
returned. They were proud to have gotten 
him at last. My little guide offered no apol¬ 
ogies, only he cast a forlorn glance at a 
mound of filled whiskey bottles that the 
men had brought from somewhere, and had 
piled up on a sack. 
Yes, they would go with me to help Raoul 
get my head out. It was a beauty—52 
inches—they agreed after they saw it. I had 
spoken French continually. 
The privilege of talking to me privately 
was granted Raoul. 
“Pardonnes moi, for having brung you 
here. I am seek to think of the act. It was 
meaned for the best. Speek French all de 
tarn—and they will not ’spect you no Canar 
dian.” Raoul’s face certainly expressed 
alarm for me. 
“Never mind, Old Chap,” I promptly 
turned on him in English, “that’s one little 
precaution I did not overlook. I paid fifty 
dollars to that minister of lands and mines 
or whatever you call him the day before I 
met you !” 
ONE WAY TO FIND 
THE SPICE OF LIFE 
(continued from page 695) 
Some of our sportsmen with the best of 
intentions get a rebuff now and then from 
a farmer, soured by the vandalism and 
criminal rowdyism of men with guns; but 
when a farmer meets you halfway, go 
your half. There isn’t a sport you engage 
in that gives one-half the pleasure that a 
day in the open after game does. There 
isn’t a sport you engage in but what costs 
money—good money, too, and you pay it 
willingly. Then why in the world do you 
hesitate to come across just a little bit 
for the best—most thrilling sport there is? 
If you make up your mind to get some¬ 
thing for nothing—why, don’t be surprised 
if disappointment chums with you. If you 
