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back fields. Once in a while my father would let one of us boys
have a shot at them with his old muzzle-loader. For a youngster,
it had a kick like a mule, and I remember being knocked onto
White-tailed deer and moose were then common in the New
Brunswick woods, as I believe they still are today. Often I saw
the deer, as twilight drew in, on tiptoe and with ears cocked,
come into our farm clearing to browse the night through. I
remember, too, once stumbling onto a moose yard while roaming
the winter woods, and scaring off two of the awkward beasts.
Though in truth I was far more startled than they. Like deer,
caribou, elk, and other antlered animals, in the winter the moose
gather in a sheltered spot amid the spruce and balsam, tramp
down the snow, and there huddle together. This gregarious habit
often proved their undoing.
After a thaw and a freeze, when the snow had crusted over,
the French-Canadians would go moose hunting. Their object
was to start a moose in a panic from his sanctuary. Floundering
away through the thick growth, the heavy creature-some
weighed a thousand pounds or more--soon fell through the
shining crust and found himself trapped belly-deep in snow. In
vain he struggled, snorting vaporously. On snowshoes the pur-
suing hunters soon caught up with him. Then they hamstrung
him and, when he lay panting and exhausted, cut his throat just
below the "bell." However, the Canadian woodsman killed
only as much meat as he could reasonably keep and use. His
quarry he gutted and cut up on the spot to parcel out among the
I can also plainly recall a great flight of passenger pigeons
that came down to roost in the woods around Little Shemogue
in 18 8o, when I was six years old. At one time enormous flights
of these graceful birds, so eloquently described by Forbush,
darkened the very sky of the forested lands of eastern Canada
and the United States. They were shot and taken in nets by the
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Atkinson, Donald Taylor. Texas Surgeon: an Autobiography, book, 1958; New York. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth143566/m1/20/: accessed July 24, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting University of Texas Health Science Center Libraries.