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IN THE HEART OF NOVA 
SCOTIA 
(Continued from page 136) 
revealed new details. There was scarce 
a sound; never a ripple on the waters or 
soughing in the trees; even the birds 
seemed to have not yet awakened to 
herald the new day. 
The cadence of the mating moose 
issued from the guide’s trumpet, split¬ 
ting the morning air, traveling far into 
the woods on the motionless air. Shiver- 
ingly we waited for a response. For 
nearly an hour we sat there, cramped 
and cold, while the guide periodically 
called. 
“Hear that?” whispered the guide at 
length, and from afar off came deep 
staccato notes, not unlike the short, 
sharp brayings of a hound. 
“Bull there,” said the guide. 
We waited a long while but there was 
no further development. As the guide 
explained to us later the bull which had 
fitfully responded was already mated and 
not to be lured away by another siren 
call. 
Just with what faculty he made the 
discovery I am unable to determine, but 
a few seconds later there was an in¬ 
sistent whisper from, the guide and we 
turned to see him pointing to the other 
side of the cove, several hundred yards 
away. The light was yet dim and for 
a while it was impossible to distinguish 
anything but the monotonous stretch of 
trees. Already the guide was moving 
the canoe in the direction he had pointed 
with long, powerful but silent strokes. 
Then there was a movement in the spot 
upon which our eyes were glued and as 
cautiously we approached closer the 
familiar proportions of the monarch of 
all Canadian animals revealed himself. 
Clearer and clearer the bulk of the 
noble animal loomed up in its immensity 
as the canoe with imperceptible motion 
crept up. It was moving now along the 
denuded edge of the lake in our full 
view and apparently so unapprehensive 
that we got within fifty yards or so of 
him and could distinguish the huge 
swinging head, the ponderous ears, the 
tuft of hair hanging from the jowl. I 
have not been able to satisfy myself 
whether he saw us or not. Occasionally 
he would pause in his heavy progress 
and turn his head towards the lake, his 
eyes apparently fixed upon the canoe. 
Instantly, with a deft turn of the wrist, 
the guide would bring the craft to an 
absolute standstill and the animal would 
continue his leisurely unruffled way. 
“He go ’round to where I call,” whis¬ 
pered the guide, as the beast was hid¬ 
den for a moment by a clump of brush. 
It was exactly so. The bull, appar¬ 
ently not yet having attained his full 
strength and being consequently cautious 
and unaggressive, was making his way 
’round to where he had been led to be- 
Forest and Stream 
AUTO-TOURING WAYS 
AND MEANS 
(Continued from page 115) 
The tourist who is not a careless rascal 
with his gun or rod will not lack for 
sport if he turns into the byways of the 
country. He must follow difficult auto¬ 
mobile roads. He must obey local public 
sentiment. He will find quail guarded 
by jealous opinion where a coin in a 
fence corner will be replaced by a bottle 
of moonshine. But he will find friend¬ 
liness and opportunity for sport fit for 
any man of moderate appetite given him 
by open-hearted fellows who know the 
lay of the land and who will gladly 
share their pleasure with the chance vis¬ 
itor who has come, not to kill but to live 
for a little while a new life in the open. 
Automobile touring is as much a sport 
and is engrossing as anything to be had 
with rod or gun; we can—and should— 
miss no chances to go shooting or fishing 
in a car; but touring is exploring rather 
than hunting or fishing. With this in 
mind and not expecting too much, or 
even anything, one may well pause in 
celebrated game lands or beside famous 
waters and for a few hours test the local 
opportunities. 
While touring does not make for ex¬ 
pertness in anything but automobile driv¬ 
ing and skilled judgment of highways, it 
does broaden one’s viewpoint immensely. 
Those who confine themselves to one 
class of sport will miss many a charm¬ 
ing experience; those who are willing 
to try anything once will find the di¬ 
versity of big-mouth bass, catfish, trout, 
carp, and perch fishing in fresh waters; 
redfish and blackfish, sea bass and floun¬ 
der, even tarpon and tuna sea fishing 
within cast of automobile roadsides or 
road ends. A night after possum and 
coon, a day after rabbits or quail, fine 
shooting at prairie dogs, or running coy¬ 
ote, even a day amid the peaks after 
sheep or bear, or a day in the swamps 
after wild hogs or fox squirrels—these 
things one may have. He may even run 
a line of spot-sets for fur as he flees the 
northern snows and perhaps gather fresh 
water terrapin, or frog legs, or hunt for 
pearls in mussel shells. These things lie 
along the trails ahead. 
Daily Routine 
C ARS differ greatly in their daily 
mileage capacity. A car weighing 
two tons, with a thousand or so pounds 
burden, will carry one comfortably up 
to 200 or more miles a day over gravel 
and even rougher roads where the light 
cars will shake one out of endurance in 
a hundred or so miles. Driving all day 
into the white glare of desert at a ten or 
twelve miles an hour rate is harder on 
the eyes than twice that distance in a 
restful green landscape. A schedule 
compiled from map and road logs and 
adhered to day after day, regardless of 
comfort, conditions and opportunities, 
may prove to be almost an unmitigated 
nuisance. 
The fact is, with roads as they now 
are throughout the United States, it is 
lifficult to say off hand what one should 
