. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. 410 ©if* $r«efr«ir mt& ^rxnrt^mmu [December 24,1898 Moose Hunting No Play Spell. The experiences of a banter in the forests of Maine are given in a graphic manner by Mr. Daua J. Flanders General Passenger and Ticket Agent at Boston, Maes., of the Boston and Maine Railroad who recently returned from a moose-hunting trip ic Maine, where by hard work and much exposure he secured a fine moose with excellent spread of horns. An interesting series of bunting incidents is related as follows in the American Field: With a party of five or six hunters, including his
. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. 410 ©if* $r«efr«ir mt& ^rxnrt^mmu [December 24,1898 Moose Hunting No Play Spell. The experiences of a banter in the forests of Maine are given in a graphic manner by Mr. Daua J. Flanders General Passenger and Ticket Agent at Boston, Maes., of the Boston and Maine Railroad who recently returned from a moose-hunting trip ic Maine, where by hard work and much exposure he secured a fine moose with excellent spread of horns. An interesting series of bunting incidents is related as follows in the American Field: With a party of five or six hunters, including his brother be went to Ashland, Me, the furthest point on the Ashland Branch of the Bangor and Aioostoofe Kailroad. From that point thev went over twenty miles further into the unbroken forest, to Pratt Lake, at the headwaters of the Machias river and then four miles further to Moose Camps. Here most of the partv quartered The first night out Mr. Flanders learned from hie guide, Ait bur Wioslow. of Mars Hill, that he bad agummers' camp some ten or twelve m les further into the woods in a good moose section. Mr. Flanders decided, with the consent of the party, to go to this camp with the guide. So the next moroiag early the guide packed a little flour, a piece of salt pork, half a dozen potatoes, some sugar, and some tea in a knapsack and they started. They trayeled by compass, tramping over swamps aud ridges, and there was no road. At midday they rested for a few minutee. Mr. Flanders ate a cold biscuit he had put in his pocket and drank brock water. The guide remarked afterward that be should have made a fire and some hot tea had they not been pressed for lime. Mr. Flanders here asked the guide which was the greater distance, back to the camp, where his companions were, or forward to the gummers' camp. His feet were wet and he was nearly tired out, ready, in fact, t" turn back if the guide thought best. Winelow calculated that they were nearly half way to their objective p
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