CHAPTER VIII. 



LITERARY WORK A XI) TRAVEL. 



WHEN the great moral uplift in out-of-door recreation began to be felt, some 

 forty years ago, the title selected for its mouthpiece by its accredited leader, Arnold 

 Burges, was "The American Sportsman." But this did not fully express the 

 peculiar character of pastime which nature affords in her simplicity and attractive- 

 ness. So "Forest and Stream" was substituted as a catch word, and all the 

 gunners and anglers said "Amen !" I took the lead of its 600 subscribers and was 

 in personal touch and step with them. All celebrities, army officers, explorers, 

 scientists, Indian missionaries, plainsmen, mounted police, seafarers and wayfarers, 

 Canadians and neighbors from across the international line, a famous galaxy 

 no man can remember his acquaintances but whose brightness may now be 

 made to reappear in remembrance, and they followed to learn the way to choice 

 shooting grounds, where I had beaten the bush in years before. Chas. Reynolds, 

 just from college, prepared the guide which I had compiled. 



They were good worthies whose acquaintances I had made while I worked up 

 my "Fishing Tourist" in 1873. I then had twenty-five years of travel with rod 

 and gun to my credit. Governor Horatio Seymour, of New York, headed that list 

 and put up fifteen dollars as a three-years' subscription. He banked on its long 

 life, and it has lived thirty-eight years. Geo. Bird Grinnell, who accepted "Forest 

 and Stream" from my hands as chief when I dropped its management, has been 

 a wonderful sportsman ever since among the Blackfeet and herds and heads of 

 Wyoming. Previous to that he was with the government explorer, F. C. Hayden, 

 in 1874. He stocked up on natural history and wild Indians then, and has published 

 valuable books innumerable. 



I had devoted the summers of 1870-3 to canvassing members for Blooming 

 Grove Park Association, with headquarters at No, 111 Fulton street, New York, 

 picking whortleberries, putting up a club house on Lake Giles, and roping deer 

 which swam across the water to elude the chase of the hounds, so as to put them 

 in our wire paddock as a game preserve. Our warden, Ed Quick, was not slow to 

 keep them from poachers, and Capt. Cassell, of Baltimore Druid Park, and Col. 

 Clark, of Tennessee, gave us many 200 head from their surplus. 



In 1870 Charles Dickens touched my elbow at Westminster Hotel, in Irving 

 Place, while in company with Fayette S. Giles, nineteen years before he wrote up 

 his American Notes on the Red River in Louisiana. In 1858 I met ex-Senator 

 Henry M. Rice, of Minnesota, when he was one of three Indian Commissioners. 

 He was on his way up to Leech lake and had to stop over night with his friend 

 at the old log hostelry of Mrs. McCarty, on the edge of Wisconsin. She charged 

 fifty cents each meal and 50 cents for a lodging. The transients asked "for baked 

 potatoes and boiled eggs, or something you don't handle with your hands." It wa? 

 early dark morning, and the room was lighted with an only candle. She carried 

 an axe in her hand as she was passing from the woodpile to replenish the fire, and 

 she replied : "Ate yer breakfast, or I'll give ye the contents of this axe." And she 

 was reported as having killed a female helper in the same way. In 1871, on my 

 return from the great lakes of the West, I was given a seat next to Lord Dufferin, 



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