Museum of Wonders, or Curiosities of the World

A cabinet of curiosities in book form, 1890: monsters of the ancient world, wild animals, queer wanderers in the vasty deep, famous inventions and sublime scenery — assembled to astonish the young and, the preface admits, their elders too.

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Carrying the Boats: Moose

But Fred shot alongside the creature within only a few yards of him. A running noose was made of the boat's towline. Watching his chance, Fred threw it. By good luck it fell over the Moose's "I say, gentlemen, it's too bad to ride a free horse to death," quoth one. "That's so!" exclaimed every voice. "There's some danger, too, of his getting winded and giving up, suddenly," said Fred. "If he should drown out here we should lose him."

For Camp Frye the Moose was accord ingly headed, and by adroit management "Head him for the shore, then!" cried of the line, he was "grounded" near the Chase. Go for Camp Frye!" boat-landing. So completely tired out "Camp Frye," it may be explained, is had the animal become that it offered "THE HORSE BITING WILDLY AT HIM." the designation given to a tourists' camp on the lake shore, after the Hon. Wm. P.

"THE HORSE BITING WILDLY AT HIM."
"THE HORSE BITING WILDLY AT HIM."

Frye, Senator from Maine. It so happened that the camp was at that time occupied by Mr. Frye himself, with his family. almost no resistance when pulled out of the water upon the shore. It seemed stupefied, and gave no other sign of native ferocity than an occasional stamp of its forehoof, and by grinding its teeth. The guides say that they had never seen a larger Moose. Its weight was estimated time, I record them in his own language. at twelve hundred pounds. "Ben," the foreman of the farm, had de.

The sight of a live Moose fresh from scribed some wonderful "black diamonds" its haunts was a novelty. Of course, to him, and Stein had set off on old Jed, nobody dreamed of such a thing as tak- with hammer and saddle-bags, to get ing the animal's life. The law of Maine, specimens.

Stein's Adventures with Two Bears.

There was a new road for three or four at present, forbids the killing of all wild ruminants. To have "made away" with the animal in the presence of a veteran miles [as he relates]. My route then led law-giver like Mr. Frye would have been me along a disused lumber-road, which too foul a deed to have escaped merited followed up the valley of a large brook. justice.

It was a very desolate, wild tract, but I We are well assured, therefore, that readily found the ledges and the black after three hours' durance the Moose was crystals which Ben had described. These three hours' durance the Moose was crystals which Ben had described. These turned loose to "multicrease and replen- proved to be very fine, large cystals of ish" the forests. Having regained his tourmaline, some of them fully six inches "wind" somewhat , the old fellow departed long by two and three in diameter. I set with an exultant bound when the line was off to return a little before sundown. cut; but his report to his antlered brethren containing his views of the morning's sport has not yet been transmitted.

As nearly as I now remember, I had gone a mile and a half, perhaps more, for the sun had now set to me in the valley After the adventure with the Moose we of the lumber-road, when my horse, which moved on in pursuit of fresh game and had thus far plodded on soberly enough, wilder scenery. stopped short, and began to snort and Crossing Mud Pond, we had a "carry" of stamp. After a moment or two I tried to half a mile to Chamberlain Lake: a broad, urge the horse along. Heset his fore-feet sea-like expanse twenty miles long by four and snorted, and while I was trying to in width. The day was calm, and launch- spur him up, a large black animal-a Bear, ing our "birches" fearlessly on the lake, I knew at a glance-trotted out into the we crossed to the "farm" on the northeast shore, seventy miles from any other house. road from behind a clump of bass-woods..

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