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Corner Concerns. (Our own correspondent.) Born .-â€"To Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Lee, on the ma December, s son. Mr. William Nutshell, swimmin- icy! by his cousin, Mr. James Mmh- Tmstees’ \and Ratepayers’ Associa- tion addressed the meeting, dealing chiefly with Continuation class 80th work. ' A public meeting was held in Bob-- orts‘ Hall on Tuesday evening in the interest of Better Education {or the Rural Child. Rev. Mr. Morris, Field but (Our own correspondent.) The last session Of the Egremont Tmmship Council was held last Fri- day. Much wind-up business was put through. A deputation from the Mo-thmlist Church waited on the thuril regarding taxes on church [u‘wxwrtivs such as parsonago-s, man- sow, Me. The matter was submitted tn l’rn‘. incial Crown Attorney by the M.P.P. of Smnth Grey, who in turn z- "'r'l'l'v'vl thw qu‘lit’m to Mr. Wilkin- son. «Ihiv't' Muniripal Clerk of Uni-ar- in who gave it as his Opiniull that ~1h'll whim-h property is not taxable. ll“ mum-«l as follows: “The words ""w wr in ctmnection with’ say, a . .A.»l I05 ntmnlc Hal si' umuupal Wilding, 31ch mm! for a w “How do I do it?” says Louie. “I ain’ sayin'. Nobody else knows how.” These guides have their secret tricks of trade and are proud of them. Louie Harlow is Nova Sco- fi’s cteatest moose hunter and has on fire outside of knot is tied inside, end. a strong and slender spruce root re- sembling cat-gut. No seamstress could do better. There are smooth loops at intervals: the whole length v v ‘ vv-.IIIII tange of the hunter's rifle. Louie Harlow, of South Milford, N.S., is the wizard of this wilderness wire- lcss, and he uses no complicated ap- paratus. He cuts a likely scroll of bark from a white birch. rolls it into megaphone form, length about a loot, and then sews it together with ital or Long before the radio was heard of, Nova Scotia guides were broad- casting a moose love song with in- tent to lure the lordiy moose within “Ou-ou-ou-ouâ€"ou-erak! Ou-ou-ou- ou-ou-erak!" was the perfectly simu- lated call of a cow moose. “Ugh! Ugh!" was the imitation of the grunt of a little bull, and the com- bination was designed to fool a big male and cause him to appear with- out unnecessary delay. Ugh!" Louie Harlow, Micmac Indian guide, stood up in the stern of the canoe with a birch bark horn pressed to his lips and sprayed the wilder- ness with this uncanny cry. _ m' a church’ are probably In im'hulv nut only the? ac- ut' Hu- hnspiffll m' vhug'ch. ”39- nth’ buildings «22' land Â¥zv w'nm-vlinu with Hu- PAGE TEN the horn. Every even at the small u with Hm for o-xamplc, _.. --- -vvaO‘IUDI, allu W“ own on the lot adjoining the one where .he lived. Twenty-five years ago he ‘was married to Miss Mary Schenk,’ who survives him. The union was blessed with {our children, 'Milfred, This section was both startled and lsaddened on Saturday morning at ‘the news that Mr. Robert Matthews had died suddenly sitting in his chair. He had worked all day as usual, ate his supper with a relish, in the best of cheer, and a few min- utes afterwards expired. He was 54% years old in November, and was born A 10! of [maple attended the Mount Furest. Fair on the 6th and 7th, but we have no idea of what. buying or selling was done, as we were not present. Levine’s ad. last week announc- ing good hardwood for $3.50 per cord must have been great. consolation to many. If he would just reduce stnre goods accordingly and keep up ‘the supply, what an amount of "brist- mas cheer he would distribute. In fact, he. would be a veritable Santa Claus. 'l‘lu- mmnuncenwnt that Rm; 1“. G. llzmly was t0__ he I'vnwvod in St». .lnhn‘s Church, Brantt‘ord. was re- n-iwd hum- as not, Vm'y pleasing nmvs to the peoylu hen-z but, Brunt- ford will have cause to rejoice. A little1 military sm'viov sm'ms lu mum in a right, myal l‘Hx-hunt. A party from this Ill‘lgllhlil'lll)0(l wvnl in pursuit. nl‘ “no" lael wm'k aml at llw vncl of they chase which [hwy say (-twnrml 40 niilus. not. as tho crow llins. bill as tlw fox runs. llw snlolinx' was alill- in rvluru homo: l'ui' :1 mm- \‘o-}‘{ll‘4°o' l'm' llmsv ul' lhv party wlm liml ln ho.- lul'l by llw waysidv. llvy- nzml was still running: strong who“ Hwy graw up llw ('lmsv. \Vv‘arv snx'ry in report tin,- illness nl' )lr. Jumps Ele from) a lwmorr- lmgv. llu- localinn ml which hail not how“ clwlinml at. iimv of writing: lil‘l‘l’ll (il'M'u Bl‘c'l'd‘imr (‘mu'lllclml a Ill-weeks season on I'vlnnola)"nghl, and arming-ml for 1923. sun has an many callm's Of late that we think it \vnuld b0 time sawd if Hwy \vnuld all go tngvtllm' and mako it a showr. Mosdames Marshall and Carson of Knnx (Jurnm's spent last Wednesday with Miss Aggie Marshal. In fact. slw has an mzmv q-allm-s nf Into {he} 'Ihm lt‘pOI‘t heaps of fun; but few foxes or rabbits. ever had. u Kmea or lured to the rule more moose than any other guide in Nova Scotia. Louie is a half-breed Mic- mac and opines that his other half is Scotch. He was born at Bear River on the Indian reservation, and has worked as a guide under A. D. Thomas of South Milford for 23‘ years. Swarthy of complexion, with} a black moustache and straight black hair, he resembles an Indian less than his own son, but is master of Indian woodcraft. He can hear a moose moving in the woods when his companions hear nothing, and is the first to sight a moose or deer swimming the lake or,standing on the shore. “A moose in ten days, or less" is Louie Harlow’s motto, and it is said that he has never yet ' disappointed a sportsman who can shoot. Louie’s siren song will fool the wisest old bull in the woods, but when he comes within range the hunter must do the rest. Five of the most pOpular sporting writers of the United States this au- tumn spent ten days with Harlow and his brother guides in Nova Sco- tia. They had been _ reporting the / world's series baseball games, and t welcomed the quiet of the woods and the rest it brought. They were new to the woods, but they came out with a fair share of moose heads, and voted the trip the best holiday theyln 5--.-.. L- .1 killed or lured to In ~ -'---"'r""~' “”1“" l N.S., by way of Boston and Yar- l mouth, N.S., or St. John, N.B., and : Digby, NS. The ride from Digby ’ and Annapolis Royal on the Domin- ion Atlantic Railway to South Mil- ford is by automobile, and from South Milford. the hunter or fisher- man, with a few portages, can paddle in a canoe three-quarters of the way across Nova Scotia to the Atlantic Ocean. ‘ The moose season lasts from October 1 to November 15. starting with moose calling and ending with still hunting. A dozen guides, among them such celebrities as Louie Har-o low and Sam Glode. both Micmac » Indians. work under the direction of A. D. Thomas along the shores of the Liverpool chain of lakes, Kedge- ; makoogee and beyond. Nova Scotia' is conserving its mooseâ€"«a hunter is limited to one bull a yearâ€"and the 3 moose country will always be good moose country because that's about all it is good for, except trout fishing. . -J.‘ H. HARDING, . vâ€" â€"v- uvannu JLulO. UU'J ‘1‘ 111111 did both \\ oodwork and black- smithing 011 [mm implements and his pinasant rvlationship with his patrons made him \\ idoh and flu or. ahh k110\\11.H13 “:13 11 \3111011 mom- lwr 111’ St. Pauls Chmch, Treasurer. at its 1111>cti011_. astaunch supportci \\ 1111 alivndod 993111-1’ 10m of its ser- Vit,‘1_'-S.Th(} funm'al semicv 1111 S1111- Altiiougu mere is a vast area of beautiful country in Nova Scotia along the western and southe n rivers, and forests well pOpulated by moose, deer, bear, and smaller ani- mals. A favorite approach to this region is through South Milford. easily reached via Annapolis Royal,‘ KT C I.-- _-_-_, _! n _ _ _, being a good farmer, he was a fram'er and carpenter for some years, but of CHILDREN At this late date we extend our sympathy to the McFarlane and Mel'â€" fat families in the death of Mrs. C.H. Motfat (nee Miss Jean. McFarland. We regret to learn of the illness of our esteemed mail courier and have he may soon be able to resume his duties up and down the highways. We had an epistle ready for last week’s Chronicle. but owing to the storm our mail courier failed to make his round and thus our budget failed to reach maturity. ' In the passing of Mrs. Joseph Hooper, the neighborhood is deplet- ed of about the last of our honored and faithful pioneers. The deceased lady was of exemplary Christian character and was respected by all who knew her. We join with the community in extending our sym- pathy to the ones who mourn. The summer and autumn rush of work is over, but still the plodding old farmer is as busy as a nailer, d0- ing chores and fixing up for winter. He is seen shouldering his axe and heading towards the hushlot to flog up his year’s supply of wood. With some of our farmers, almost the last ~ tree has been slain, while others are down to the little sapwood or buzz- wood as it is commonly called. What some of us would give for some of the huge trees in the great forests that were chopped and burned in the |fallows by our good old pioneers, who little thought of a scarcity or conservation for the future genera- tions. We once heard a fellow say that he had plenty to do him his time, and he did not care where the devil the next fellow got his; but we think if every person took as selfish a view of the fuel situation, the peo- ple of the coming generation would often have Cold toes or cold fingers. Mr. and Mrs. John McKenzie and Beulah, visited our humble shack one evening recently. Mr. Carl Harrison has been around with engine and chOpper, grinding grain for some of the farmers. Mr. H. Eckhardt is contemplating building a new drive shed and hen- house the coming summer. Mr. Geo. Gray has the contract and is already hewing the timber for the purpose. (Our own correspondent.) Winter has set in in real old- fashioned style. There is fairly good sléighing at present, but will it stay? We frequently hear the question asked. We hardly think so. The fact that it came on frozen ground has a tendency to convince us that it will disappear. Another evidence it that water is Very low. We hear a lot of farmers complaining of a shortage. In all our time we have never seen swales and swamps so dry at this time of year. wood cemetery. Rev. Mr. Hardy conducted the service and the {un- eral- procession was one of the lar- gest. ever seen in this rt. We wish to extenp; greetings to The Chronicle staff and its many friends. gay was held in the church and the remains taken from_ there to Maple- ---A‘â€". ‘ McWilliams. can easily please their H us- bands with a good Pocket 1 Knife, a Safety Razor, a The community was not only sur- prised, but shocked to learn of the death of Mr. Robert Matthews from heart failure, on Friday last. He was one of Egremont‘s most prosperous and popular farmers and was 3 fav- orite in the neighborhood, where he has lived practically all his life. be. ing ever ready to help with hand ul‘ money. His remains were laid away in Maplewood eennuery on Sunday last and the funeral was very largely attended by sorrowhig friends and neighbors. (lur sympa- thy goes out to the sm'rowing wife and family in their hour of sad and Mr. AlexiNcFu'lane arrived home from the' West in time to attend the funeml of his sister, Mrs. C. H. Mot- fat. GOOD SERVICE who shOp in our store will get the best ser- vice possible and can SERVICE A SQUARE pEAL JOHN MCKECHNIE We Wish All Our Customers A Merry Christmas formed the Dtnniniun of (hum. , in the middle of last. century: “I d, neither a prophet nor the son of Ig prophet. yet I will venture to pro-f diet that in a few years we Bill“. make the jnurney tn Quebec and Montreal and home through Porn“! and St. Juhn by rail. and I believe: that many in this room will live to hear the whistle of the steam engine in the passes at the llnrky Moun- tains and make the Journey from Halifax to the Pacific in live or Iix We understand that Mr. has Whitmure has disposed of his (It. to Mr. Thomas Brown of town. A very Merry Chrisunu to you. Mr. Editor, and nllfl‘he Chronicle "99m0010d grief. rennet. no? the son of O 4 I will wnture to pro- n a few years we 8h.“ jnurnoy to Quebec and 1d home through Portland