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ACH Parker barrel is designed 
to fit the rest of the gun. It is 
turned on a mandrel, so that the 
walls are of even thickness and the 
weight properly distributed. 
Any size or grade of Parker you 
choose will have that nicety of bal¬ 
ance which makes Parker Guns so 
easy to handle. 
Parker barrels and stocks are 
designed to give perfect bal¬ 
ance when fitted together. 
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MERIDEN CONN., U. S. A. 
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Seattle, Wash, 
brush until one could scarcely see 
through the veritable jungle thus 
formed. Having plenty of grub we 
decided to forego the pleasure of stroll¬ 
ing through that stuff so stayed around 
camp until noon. By this time a wind 
had sprung up and this, along with 
the sun, soon cleared the brush of the 
snow. 
That afternoon we went over to the 
lakes. They were all simply alive with 
waterfowl of every species known to 
this Continent. Indeed it was a treat 
to listen to the various cries of these 
birds. Perhaps the most haunting 
sound in the wilderness is the laugh¬ 
ing scream of the loon, I think nothing 
could be more symbolic of the lone¬ 
someness of the waste spaces. The 
loon is regarded by some of our natives 
as a spirit, and an old Cree once told 
me that to kill one of these birds is to 
invoke the direst calamity. However, 
the loon is such a shy wary bird he is 
very hard to kill, even with a rifle, 
seeming always to dive a fraction of 
a second ahead .of the bullet. I never 
killed but one of these birds; my part¬ 
ner wanted one for mounting, and I 
fired no less than a dozen times before 
I was successful. 
I had never visited these lakes save 
when the snow was on and ice covered 
them. As we approached the middle 
one we found it very hard to get near 
the shore on account of the muskeg 
which was a sort of false bottom. 
There are many lakes in this country 
of that type, and even the moose stay 
shy of them. So thick are the moose 
in this country, the experienced bush- 
man will watch his step when approach¬ 
ing a place where there is not evidence 
of one o fthese big deer having been 
recently, that is, of course, during the 
summer months. 
Progressing slowly and cautiously 
we got right up to the water’s edge 
at one point. Lying parallel with the 
shore, at a distance of thirty or forty 
feet, was a narrow strip of grass and 
reed-covered soil. Even from where 
we stood we could see that the musk¬ 
rats had been crawling out on it reg¬ 
ularly, and as this would make an ideal 
spot to trap them we decided to have 
a try at getting out there. Wells in¬ 
sisted on being the “goat,” so we got 
a long dry pole and threw it out that 
direction so he would have something 
to hang onto in case the bottom proved 
too miry. 
The water was only a few inches 
deep, but every time Wells put his foot 
down he would sink up to the knees. 
Holding onto the long pole he went for¬ 
ward, however, but soon came to the 
end of it. Against my advice he turned 
loose of it and went on to the island. 
He set his foot on it and the next in¬ 
stant, to my unspeakable horror, dis- 
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