
Oct. 26, 1907.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 



Big Heath, the only good place about the 
ce to locate a herd of caribou. Occasionally 
try would call through his birch bark horn, 
ping to attract a moose, but received no 
swer. Secreting ourselves near to a well- 
aten trail, we watched for two or three hours 
til our patience was nearly exhausted. Sud- 
nly our attention was caught by a herd of 
xyht or nine caribou crossing the further end 
the heath. We passed quickly through the 
»0ds and out on the heath again to find our- 
lves within firing distance—about three hun- 
led yards. The herd suddenly halted. Either 
iey had scented us or they had heard the 
stiing -of the dry leaves under our feet. 
1omas, who was slightly in advance, fired, 
¢d a shot from my rifle quickly followed. 
{ith a dash, the caribou disappeared in the 
ick woodland, and we had followed their 
iil quite a distance before we discovered that 
jr aim had been true, and a splendid buck 
dead. This gave us a fine supply of meat, 
jd with the aid of our guide, we skinned the 
jrcass. The head with its handsome antlers 
[to be mounted later. 
[The next day was uneventful. Eagly the 
\lowing morning we were roused by Jerry’s 
jispered call to turn out quickly, for a moose 
ld just entered the lake. We could hear a 
llash as we crept quietly toward the shore. 
jme fifty yards out in the lake stood “the 
ig of the forest.” The water being four 
| five feet deep, his head was entirely sub- 
prged, while he fed on the lilypads and 
ass. We stood for a moment, rifles in hand, 
| in a trance, when suddenly the monster 
ad raised itself and leisurely shook the water 
|: As we were behind him, he was totally 
laware of our presence. The excitement of 
2; moment made it difficult to take aim, and 
\deavoring to gain support from a young 
narack tree, I snapped a twig. The noise 
lirtled the animal, and he swung suddenly 
jout. Almost simultaneously three shots 
hg out, and then three more. There was a 
ishing through the timber, and then all was 
jiet. It took only a moment. to reach our 
|ze, which proved to be a fine specimen with 
lifty-six inch spread of antlers. We skinned 
f head and took it back to camp, together 
\th the meat. 
jJur_ third day in the woods was a stormy 
je. The rain and hail were incessant. While 
irttaking of our luncheon another hunting 
itty that had been circling the lake came 
They had their outfit with them and 


Jon us. 
re heading for a lumber camp some four 
les further north, to wait until the weather 
Itled. We at once decided to accompany 
wm and see what a New Brunswick lumber 
np was like—and incidentally to get dried 
*. We hastily loaded our wagon, using one 
the tents to shed the rain, which was com- 
down harder than ever. We were obliged 
follow the portage road with a team, and it 
med several times four miles before we 
ight a glimpse of the column of smoke 
lich marked the site of the long log cabin 
il adjacent stable, covered with tar paper. 
fe cook, in white apron, stood in the door- 
jy and gave us a most cordial invitation to 
jne in and make ourselves “to home.” Five 
fodchoppers had recently arrived at the camp 
iprepare the way for the twenty-two men 
jo would come within two weeks for the 
liter’s work. They were “swamping” new 
ids and repairing log bridges as the weather 
jmitted. At one end of the camp was a 
fered platform, upon which were two long 
oden benches used for seats. On the side 
rest the building, well protected from the 
jither, were barrels of salt pork, a tub of 
iter, boxes of dried apples and a case of 
bermen’s peavies and axe heads. Within 
cabin everything, although crude and 
gh, was neat and orderly. In the center 
od the cook stove and in the rear were two 
re bunks, one above the other, which con- 
uted the sleeping quarters of the men. Mid- 
+ between this and the stove was strung a 
it wire, upon which was hung a generous 
ply of stockings every night throughout the 
ter. To the left of the door as we entered 

was a long dining table, with benches on either 
side, at one end of which the cook was now 
rolling out dough for biscuits, using a long- 
necked bottle for a rolling pin. A row of 
bright tin cups on a shelf stood ready for the 
woodchoppers’ standby beverage—strong tea, 
of which a pint at a meal is the customary 
allowance. To the right of the door was a 
bench with two wash basins, while on a nail 
hung the “family” towels. The floor was of 
poles laid closely together, the only boards 
used in the construction of the camp being in 
the roof and two doors. 
After a supper of pork, stewed apples, hot 
biscuits, cookies and tea, we sat about the 
stove and talked until bedtime, only changing 
out seats when a leak in the roof compelled it. 
Poles covered with three inches of straw do 
not make the most comfortable bed in the 
world, but Tom and I were tired, and we slept 
the sleep of the just. Before daybreak the 
cook was at his work of getting breakfast. As 
there was no spring nearby, we drank the water 
of the brook, flavored and colored as it was 
with the hemlock bark which drifted into it. 
At 9 o’clock the next morning the sun came 
out. We succeeded in drying things out, and 
loaded our wagon for the long homeward trip. 
Our two handsome trophies fitted into the 
space left vacant by the bale of hay. After 
putting a generous amount of salt on the 
skins and heads, Jerry tied on them the tags 
required by the law, giving the names of 
guide, hunter, etc. As we mounted our wagon 
and bade good-by to the camp, the other party 
of hunters also took their departure, our des- 
tination being the city, and theirs the lakes. 
heaths and jungles. We wished them a hearty 
good luck, such good luck as had been ours, 
and as Tom and I journeyed homeward to the 
heat and noise of the city we felt that the 
memory of those days, quiet, yet stirring, 
calm yet full of excitement, in the depths of 
the Canadian forest, would ever be one of the 
most delightful memories of our lives. 
W. W. W. 

New England Sportsmen. 
Boston, Oct. 19.—Editor Forest and Stream: 
When W. N. Boyleston, of Princeton, Mass., 
first went to Maine fifteen years ago he em- 
ployed John Eastman as guide. Since then the 
two men have been quite inseparable, and year 
after vear have fished and hunted together 
through the forests of Maine and New Bruns- 
wick and in Georgia after Bob White. At 
Princeton one need not go a great distance for 
very fair shooting, and the two sportsmen period- 
ically visit all the best localities and rarely come 
back without birds. To-day Mr. Eastman drove 
away with dogs and guns bound for the Berk- 
shires, and on Monday Mr. Boyleston will join 
him. In the vicinity of Warren and Palmer they 
will spend ten days: beating the covers for grouse 
and woodcock and are hopeful for a fair measure 
of success. 
Mr. Warren Freeman returned a few days ago 
from a trip to the cape. A fierce northeaster 
struck in with his arrival and he was unable to 
get much shooting, but managed to bag thirteen 
plover, one winter yellowleg and chicken 
plover. 
The open season for big game is receiving due 
attention from New England sportsmen who are 
leaving for the woods in large numbers. The 
few who have already returned have been well 
favored especially as regards deer. The man of 
experience knows the value of the early Novem- 
ber snows and is awaiting that time before tak- 
ing his departure. 
Mr. Ralph O. Reed, of Melrose, left on Oct. 
18 for Brownsville, where he will meet his guide 
and visit the country near Katahdin Iron Works. 
A party of guides started in the woods several 
days ago from the line of the Canadian Pacific 
near Jackman to establish a camp in advance for 
a company of sportsmen who leave early next 
week to meet them. These men will consider 
tent life only, which in this respect forms quite 
an exception to the general run of fall visitors 
to Maine. The party consists of C. Bruce Wet- 
more, Roger V. Pettingill, John J. Myer and 
Charles Jensen, all of Boston, and Geo. Lock- 
f Providence. They are all vigorous 
one 
wood, of 
young men and it is their intention to hunt for 
moose and deer over the country lying between 
Moosehead and the Megantic preserve. 
The open season on big game in Nova Scotia 
has been in operation for some time and several 
parties have returned who went down early. 
Major C, W. Hinman and son reached home 
Oct. 15. They camped on the Upper Liverpool 
River. A week was given to fishing. On the 
opening day the major shot a fine bull moose 
whose antlers measured forty-six inches with 
twenty points. 
J. A. Loomis, of Mareta, Texas, who went to 
Nova Scotia in August, had been looking for- 
ward to a fine bull moose, but just previous to 
the opening season met with an accident and 
had to return home a disappointed man. Some- 
thing akin to this, but happily with a better end- 
ing, were the trials of two Bostonians. They 
went to Newfoundland Sept. 10 and on the ad- 
vice of the guides to the Bay St. George region 
after caribou. By the greatest of good luck one 
of the party shot a small caribou the first day 
out. This animal furnished them the only fresh 
meat they had until the day before breaking 


BEAR HUNTERS’ CAMP IN THE ROCKIES. 
by S. T. 
From a photograph 
Davis. 

