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FOREST AND STREAM. 



A WKKKL.Y JOUKNAL, 



KVOTKD TO FfKLD AND AQUATIC SPORTS, PRACTICAL NATUHAL HISTORY , 



Fish ucltokk, the Protbotion of UamB, PRESERVATION op Forssts, 



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NEW YORK, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 1878. 



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Tint Yellow Fbveb Fund.— More money has been received 

 to be added to " The Sportsmen's Contribution " to the fever 

 sufferers of the Southern cities. Aid from all parts of the 

 country lias been most generously extended through the dif- 

 ferent agencies. We have today given to Mayor Ely $39, 

 making a total of $3S6. 

 The detailed subscriptions were : 



Franklin Rifle club, llartfurd, Unity Club. Brooklyn $3 



Conn S25 M. P. Mclioon, Franklin, N. Y. 5 



H.D. Bljdenburgh 5 FarrowBros 1 



Total *«> 



Before acknowledged S3i7 



A Noble Death.— It is our sad duty to record the death of 

 the Rev. Louis S. Schuyler, assistant clergyman of the Epis- 

 copal Ch"rch of Hoboken. This gallant young man, who 

 was but twenty-six years of age, impelled by a sense of duty, 

 left for Memphis on the 6tb of this month, arriving there on 

 the 8th. Tbe Orphanage in Memphis having been ravaged by 

 the fever, all tbe listers of Mercy but one having been stricken 

 down, Mr. Schuyler bravely walked into the jaws of death. 

 In nursing the eick children the youug clergyman caught the 

 fevtr on Friday last, and, as a true Christian hero, on the 17th 

 of September, passed away to another and better world. 



Natubalistb' Clubs.— We are glad to note from time to 

 time the foimalion of naturalists' clubs and societies for the 

 Btudy of natural science. Especially are we gratified to see 

 young people, the boys and girls, turning their attention to 

 the investigation of physi"al phenomena. Nature, in her 

 manifestations of design and adaptation to the thousands of 

 forms of means and ends, offers an abundant field for investi- 

 gation and lichly-rewarded research. We may not all have 

 the honor of giving our Latinized name to a bird or a bug, 

 but eveiy student of natural history may enjoy in some de- 

 gree the satisfaction which always follows personal investiga- 

 tion and discovery. 



THE CREEDMOOR FALL MEETING. 



A S we go to press the ringing of the rifles at Creedmoor 

 ■t\ tell of the lively fall meeting in progress there. In 

 our next issue the story of the several contests will be told in 

 full and at present we can only bring the story up to time 

 call of the first match. The Committee have made all 

 preparations for a successful meeting, and with weather to 

 match there is every prospect that good scores and a success- 

 ful time will result. At short aud long range matches of va- 

 rious sort may be entered into and the military marksmen can- 

 not complain that they have been overlooked in the make up 

 of the matches. 



LookiDg at it from a sensational or popular standpoint the 

 meeting is a quiet one. There are no foreign teams to dazzle 

 the eyes of those who know next to nothing of the matter of 

 rifle shooting. There will be no Dudley Selph coming heralded 

 with the richest of rifle records. Yet Creedmoor will be 

 crowded. There will be plenty of shooting and good shoot- 

 ing too, done by men who have learned to love their rifles by 

 visits to the ranges. Of teams there are a plenty. The mi- 

 litia of the Slate are coming out in very good force, while from 

 other States year after year shows a growing inclination to 

 display their prowess on the great Creedmoor range by visit- 

 ing military shooters. From Boston to the East and Wash- 

 ington in the South the teams have come to enter in this or 

 ihe other match. The result of the contest between the regu- 

 lars and the militia will be looked to with interest. Whoever 

 may win, this is the opening match of a series which should 

 be kept up and extended in generous rivalry until the two 

 branches of the defensive service shall polish each other into 

 bright ability with the rifle. Next week in addition to a care- 

 ful critique of each day and its work the match records will 

 be summarized into convenient form for future reference by 

 our readers. 



A LESSON TO BE TAUGHT. 



THE inculcation of this lesson lies at the root of all things. 

 It checks waste, loss, and riot. It tends to curb law- 

 lessness, and teaches children the first ideas of self-restraint. 

 It kills and curbs the natural atavism in us. No doubt but 

 that man instinctively was a murderous, greedy creature. 

 Like the dog which worries the sheep, he may have been in- 

 clined just to kill wantonly right and left, simply for the kill- 

 ing sake. This is an old instinct which unfortunately re- 

 mains, though held in abeyance by education. With this 

 preamble, every word of it true, though we may have re- 

 peated it a thousand times, we will still endeavor to teach the 

 idea of restraint. 



The season for game is just opening. Many of our young 

 readers may be going into the field for the first time. If in 

 certain localities game be plenty, attempt no battues. Such 

 everlasting slaughters belong to a past age. The ethics of the 

 sportsman ought to be ever on the advance. If with your 

 gun or your rod you have killed birds or caught fish in fair 

 sufficiency, stop. Why will you wantonly destroy God's 

 creatures when you really have no use for them? We would 

 a hundred times rather cite in our columns that ten brace of 

 quail or grouse had fallen to the sjare of a good sportsman in 

 a day's honest walk, than that he had killed a hundred birds. 

 With an over- quantity of the game killed, there always comes 

 across our mind something disparaging as to the quality of the 

 man who shoots the gun. We love to copy in our pages some- 

 thing of this character (our readers will find it in "Schmand's" 

 correspondence), how, having killed his elk, it was wanted 

 for food ; he sees more elk, and lets it pass unscathed. Such 

 a man is an honest sportsman, and has the right kind of a 

 heart. We hold it, then, to be wicked, even villainous, to go 

 into the field, like the destroying angel, bent on letting no liv- 

 ing thing escape. This is the text, then, to instruct your 

 children : the lesson of self-restraint. Give a boy a gun, and 

 if there be plenty of game say to him, " Kill honestly, in 

 sportsmanlike style, just so many birds and no more. I 

 would rather you came home with an empty game-bag than 

 with more than you could carry. Never waste life uselessly, 

 eelf-restraint in your pleasures or amusements is quite as use- 

 ful as when directed toward the graver occupations of life." 

 Such, then, is our sermon, and we pray it may be heeded. 



[FBOM A STAFF CO-RESPONDENT.] 



ROCKY MOUNTAIN WANDERINGS. 

 No. 4. 



\A/ HEN * last wrote you some few da y s a s°> we nad 



» V just reached our camping ground among the Freeze 

 Out Mountains, and so favorable did all indications appear for 

 game that the whole party were eager to investigate at once 

 the country in which we had Btopped. Behind us the moun- 

 tains rose almost vertically to a height of some 2,000 feet, aud 

 at intervals of about half a mile were seamed by deep gorges 

 in which the quaking aspen brush grows in the greatest pro- 

 fusion. On the rocky slopes of these ravines the mule deer, 

 so universally misnamed black-tail, delights to feed, and among 

 the dead timber, further from their mouths, the grizzly bear, 

 always avoided by old hunters, should have his lair. On the 

 undulating table-lands, reached after the mountains had been 

 climbed, we shall be likely to find the stately elk ; and the 

 high peaks of granite or the volcanic dikes, which at intervals 

 intersect the beds of olden rocks, will perhaps be frequented 

 by that great object of each western hunter's ambition— the 

 big horn, or Rocky Mountain sheep. Naturally, then, we are 



anxious to explore localities of such promise, and the evening 

 of our arrival, there being still two hours of daylight after we 

 had finished supper, we made a reevnnaiMance of the moun- 

 tain. The almost vertical slope of the ascent was rather ap- 

 paling to one who is so little accustomed to mountain climb- 

 ing on foot as myself, but, by selecting a game trail which 

 zigzags to and fro on the hillside, I thought the climb might 

 be made without, too much exertion. Mr. Phillips and I then 

 took this trail, while Mr. Heed ascended by a route which, 

 although more precipitous, was somewhat shorter. Hardly 

 had Mr. P. aud I reached the trail when we stopped in great 

 excitement to examine it. The path was worn down nearly a 

 foot into the dirt of the hillside, and was perfectly covered with 

 elk and deer signs, most of it it not more than a day old. It 

 looked as if hundreds of heads of game were in the habit of 

 traversing the path each day. So we advanced cautiously up 

 the mountain side, almost forgetting, in our anxiety and ex- 

 citement, to feel tired or out of breath. The ascent finally 

 accomplished, we proceeded slowly over the rolling upland, and 

 as we entered the dead timber by which most of tbe plateau was 

 covered, came suddenly on a fine buck antelope which was 

 feeding among Oie trees. He bounded off without any notice ■ 

 from us ; we were after larger game. The mountain upon 

 which we were was separated by a deep but narrow canyon 

 from the one which Mr. Reed had climbed, and before we had 

 proceeded very far on our way we heard half a dozen 

 quick succession, showing that our companion had found 

 game. We were following fresh elk tracks through the thick, 

 dead timber, when something moving off to the left caught 

 my eye, and before I could distinguish what it was, Mr. 

 Phillips dropped to the earth, and seemed to try to make him- 

 Belf as small as possible. I imitated his example at once, and 

 from my prone position made out the forms of a number of 

 stately elk moving with slow and majestic steps through the 

 forest. They were all bulls, and some of them had magnifi- 

 cent horns. Evidently they had not seen us, but the shooting 

 on the other side of the canyon had made them uneasy, and 

 they were slowly traveling away from the noise. Their 

 horns, although full grown and nearly hard, still bore the 

 velvet, and it was interesting to see how slowly and carefully 

 they moved among the trees, turning their heads with the 

 greatest care to avoid striking their horns against the branches. 

 As they passed along we counted eight of them, all with fine 

 horns, the two leading animals especially bearing heads that 

 woidd be hard to equal. A moment more and they have dis- 

 appeared behind some high rocks, and we are hard after them. 

 A few moments later we round a point of rocks, and see 

 the herd standing among the timber about two hundred yards 

 oil', while the leading bull has mounted a little knoll, and 

 stands with eyes, ears and nose intent to catch any sign of 

 daDger. He is almost concealed by the trees, but then; is a 

 little space, about twelve inches wide, through which I can 

 see his shoulders. Phillips whispers, "Now, Professor," and 

 with the greatest care I shoot for the shoulders. The bull 

 does not move. I have missed him, and, bewildered by the 

 echo, he does not know whence the report comes. Another 

 shot is followed by a mighty crash, and the splendid animal, 

 with pierced lungs and broken shoulders is struggling among 

 the fallen trees. The remainder of the band flee at once, 

 without giving an opportunity for a shot at them by Mr. 

 Phillips, and we advance to our game. What a superb 

 creature 1 How he compels our respects, even now when his 

 life is so nearly spent. The blood flows from his nostrils in a 

 thick stream, showing that he has been shot through the 

 lungs, and only an occasional movement tells us that he still 

 lives. We administer the fatal coup, and the brave stag ceases 

 to breathe. 



When the work of butchering the quarry is over, the sun is 

 near the western horizon, and we hasten to our camp, pausing 

 at the point where we commence to descend to admire the 

 wondrously beautiful scene spread out on all sides. The 

 peaks of the mountains are gilded everywhere by the declin- 

 ing sun, while the brown valley below lies in the shadow. 

 Yet this is not without its bits of light, for it is dotted here 

 aud there with little lakes, whioh still seem to gleam and 

 sparkle, although the sun's rays no longer strike them. At 

 different points, high up on the hill-sides, the light still falls 

 upon the deep red strata of theTriassic beds, which alternately 

 flash and pule like the glowing coals in a furnace; then, as the 

 bright rays cease to reach them, fade and grow cold again. 

 Throughout the plain, which lies at our feet, the courses of a 

 dozen streams may be traced by the winding lines of dark-green 

 foliage, aspen and willow, nourished and kept fresh by the 

 cool waters which pour down from tbe granite hills. But the 

 surpassing feature of the whole picture, so extended and 

 widely varied, was the sky. Over the western hills tbe sun, 

 in all his splendour, was slowly disappearing, while above and 

 around him, yet in no way dimming his brightness, were 

 banks of clouds, gorgeous beyond description, and reaching, 

 though with gradually decreasing brilliancy] almost to the 

 zenith. Here the clear sky was still of the palest blue, while 

 toward the east the color dimmed till it became a dusky 

 purple, and above the summit of the eastern hills hung a 

 single point of silver light — the evening star. 



As the last gleam faded from the mountain top, we turned 

 and silently took our way down the slope. While still only 

 half way from the summit, we heard a sharply-echoing shot, 

 and then another, aud, looking toward the foot-hills, we saw 

 a splendid buck springing down one side of a canyon, and 

 then up on the other, while several hundred yards distant 

 stood Reed, gazing regretfully after the escaping animaJL 

 Proudly the buck dashed on, making for the trail by which. 



