NEW YORK THURSDAY, JANUARY 30, 1879 



( Volume It-No. 2H. 

 INo. Ill Fulton St., N. Y,' 



THE CROW AND DOVE. 



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\VS day a crow, 

 BUM* as a sloe, 

 His breast foul thoughts enslaving, 

 Sat bj a stream, 

 Where, In a beam, 

 A snow-white dove was laving, 



" O, dove elate !" 

 iJe cried with hate, 

 Ami shook with exultation— 

 "I'll make you black 

 As any back- 

 In my denomination !" 



Prom out bis breast 



He plucked with ze3t 

 A plume, wliere he was Bitting— 



And fixed the thing 



In the puro wing 

 01 the white dove, unwitting. 



And then he flew 



The valley through, 

 And out fit grass and willows, 



From fence and rock— 



A graceless flock- 

 He called his dusky fellows. 



Oh, rich the eight! 

 M delight 

 They cliaiter all together ; 

 " Good neighbors, see '. 

 The white dove— she 

 Hath got a Bimitted leather S" 



i'rom ont the wool's 

 They drew the broods 

 Of doves with their exclaiming; 



Disturbed they stood, 

 "No credence showed. 

 Nor spake anght to her shaming. 



I.oud screeched the crows, 



The victim rose, 



The wind dislodged the feather. 



" We judged aright j 



The dove in white," 

 The lair ones cooed together. 



If true we live 



The good will give 

 Their confidence to cheer us ; 



When sland'rera He, 



And hope would die, 

 Heaven's searching truth will clear us. 

 M. B. Sutherland in St. ho 



Ftr Fared and Stream and Mod and Gun. 



pike ofj jfiiqhigtm. 



ii-r^\lO you ever notice," asked a driver of a street-car, 

 L-) upon whose platform I stood to-night, with my 

 overcoat-collar turned up to protect my ears from the pierc- 

 ing wind, " that it is colder in winter than in summer ?" I 

 replied that i had sometimes thought so. The scientific in- 

 quiry furnished a theme for thought, and sitting beside a 

 glowing fire this evening, listening to the howling of the 

 northwester without, I have lost myself in reverie. Ah 1 yes, 

 it js colder in winter than iu summer. The winter of life is 

 certainly colder than its summer. Its frosts chill the dreamy 

 and sweet August breezes and turn to ice the murmuring rip- 

 ples of the summer joyousness. It stagnates the blond which, 

 leaping and bounding in life's spring-time, flows so vigorously 

 and calmly through its summer. With icy hand it chisels 

 wrinkles upon the face and soul. Its glaciers glide over and 

 crush and mangle the tender flowers of the heart. Its breath 

 is laden with the moisture of death. Verily, winter is cold 

 and summer is warm. Let us enjoy the warmth while we 

 can. 



I Dunk of my pet lake and wonder how thick the ice 

 lies upon its bosom, how deep the snow upon its banks, how 

 charming it is in summer, how desolate it must be in winter. 

 It is a perfect bijou of a lake. Mr. Hal lock missed it by a 

 hair's breadth during his rambles in Michigan in the season 

 of 1877- It lies about twelve miles back from Cheboygan in 

 the woods, about two miles, I suppose, east of Mullet Lake, 

 through which be passed. 11 is culled Long Lake, and lieBso 

 off and away by itself that it has been little visil ed by fisher- 

 men. In the summer of 1876 I was told at, Cheboygan of its 

 existence, and it>as said to be a good place ^for bass. In 



company with two others I visited it, and was more than 

 charmed. We found it beautifully located in the " forest pri- 

 meval," with only one patch of new clearing upon its banks 

 and one small house at its foot, in which lived, the life of a 

 recluse, a mild-mannered man, the stray son of a president of 

 an Eastern college, disappointed probably in love or ambition. 

 He had once attempted a trout hatchery upon a small stream 

 running from the lake, but his establishment bad taken fire 

 and burned up and the stream had filled with sand and disap- 

 peared ; and when I first saw him he was living alone as a 

 sort of hermit, an apparently aimless life, upon the shore of 

 this lake, an intelligent, well-educated, gentls gentleman. 

 Upon my second visit I partook of his hospitality and slept 

 upon the floor of his kitchen. Alas ! when I returned last 

 year the grass was growing over his head— consumption hav- 

 ing claimed him as its own— and his bouse was empty. 



So little known were the resources of this lake that at Che- 

 boygan we were told there was only one place in it where 

 bass could be caught, which was at a spot where a large tree 

 had fallen with its top in the water, and where the minnows 

 swarmed. This gentlemanly recluse had a boat which he 

 kindly placed at my disposal, and we essayed the tree-top. 

 Fastening the boat to a limb, wc proceeded to catch a supply 

 of minnows. I had rigged my line ready for business before 

 we left the shore, and after half a dozen or so minnows had 

 gone into the bucket, 1 thought I would see if there were any 

 bass there. On the outside of the boat the water was about 

 ten feet deep. I baited my hook and made a cast, and I will 

 take my oath that the bait had not sunk three feet before it 

 was taken. I made four casts and took in four bass in rapid 

 succession, when I was ordered to desist and stop using up 

 the minnows until we could lay in a good supply. The long 

 and the short of it is that we took eleven goodly bass at the 

 tree top and moved on to explore, and we found them almost 

 everywhere about the lake. I don't dare to say just how 

 many we caught, as I have some respect for the advice of 

 " St. Clair," but we all considered ourselves pretty good bass 

 fishers, and we carried away about the middle of the after- 

 noon just all we had any use for, and enough to make a de- 

 cided sensation at the " Spencer " House, where we drove up, 

 and they were lifted out. Last year, when vacation time 

 came, a couple of friends and myself placed a large wall 

 tent, a well-appointed camp chest, a sheet-iron cooking stove iu 

 pieces disposed in the camp-chest, and sundry hampers aboard 

 a northern transit propeller, and struck a bee line for Che- 

 boygan, and on the day following our arrival we were in camp 

 on the beach of Long Lake, ana had everything in apple-pie 

 order, and a man of all work from Cheboygan to do the 

 camp drudgery. Right there we remained a fortnight, which 

 was all a dream of delight. We had two boats— all that were 

 on the lake. We built a small pier ; we built a large floating 

 reservoir in which to keep our bass alive, we had a small box 

 with wire-gauze ends which we towed behind a boat to 

 receive the fish when first caught; we found a pile of 

 boards, which some one had taken to the lake intending to 

 build a shanty ;,we floored our hut with them, and made a 

 kitchen and dining-room table, with a canopy of boughs such 

 as we used to put up in the old days when we went soldiering ; 

 we set up our cooking-stove in the sand, and it worked to a 

 charm. There was not a mosquito, black fly or midge, or 

 "no see 'em, "as the Indians say, about. The lake was all 

 our own. There was not a soul near except an old woodchop- 

 per working in the "clearing," who occasionally visited us to 

 smoke his pipe and tell us bear stories in the evening. He was 

 long, lank, lean and cadaverous, and withal very ragged. He 

 had been a good deal troubled with the "ager," and looked 

 as though it had been the daily companion of his life, and yet 

 he was happy, and loved to sit on the bow of a boat and 

 swing his long legs and whittle and tell us of his real or 

 imaginary woodland experience. His prowess, as exhibited 

 in his numerous contests with bears, was "fearful to behold." 

 His usual and favorite weapon for hunting "bar" was an a*, 

 and whenever he could get one to stand up to him for a fair 

 fight, then good-by bear. He played somewhat upon our 

 nervous systems by representing the woods full of the 

 animals, that they came to the lake nights to drink, wets very 

 fond of fish, and would scent the camp a long ways. We 

 always had a good laugh after he bad shuffled away to his 

 clearing for the night. We had only to row fifty or so rods 

 from camp to be upon splendid bass and minnow ground : c.'3 

 could catch all the minnows wc wanted by enticing them in 

 swarms now, and in a landing-net with a bait, and at the same 

 time take bass in at the other side with a perfect looseness. 

 They were there in general profusion, so thick that we could 

 only fish an hour or so iu the day without sheer waste, and wo 

 usually returned to the river all not weighing over 2i pounds. 

 I often saw a second bass follow right up the boat at the tail 

 of the one on the hook. They were genuine black, as dis- 

 tinguished from the green or Oswego (I amain 

 my Conceptions of black and green bass disturbed by the late 

 article of Professor Jordan, as I have always considered them 

 distinct species, and it don't consort with my convictions of 

 the eternal fitness of things to call a green bass a big-mouthed 

 black, their general style and habits are so different. I shall 

 expect to hear next that a "rocky" is a hump-bucked Muck), 

 and they were as gamy as any I ever saw. We caught, also, 

 about a dozen pickerel, averaging about 8 pounds; which we 

 buried. One incident afforded me an immense satisfaction. 

 There were several American eagles, which seemed to live 

 about the vicinity of the lake, and we occasionally saw 



them circling about, on the opposite side. One afternoon 

 I had been in the woods across the lake with my gun for 

 pigeons. I returned to the boat with only two cartridges left, 

 one in one barrel with on ounce and a quarter No. 7 shot and 

 in the other No. 8. Just'as I reached the shore where lay the 

 boat I saw an eagle sitting upon the extreme top of a tall 

 dead tree. I thought I would amuse or scare him a little, so 

 I crept close up to the tree. He was sitting with his breast 

 toward me, looking grandly, and I sent my charge of No. 7 

 shot at him, and, as sure as there's a sun in heaven, he came 

 tumbling to my feet dead. To say that I was elated don't 

 half express it— an eagle at that distance with No. 7 shot— I 

 could hardly believe it. I hurried to the boat with my prize, 

 eager to display it on the other side. I pushed off and had 

 got but fairly started when a second eagle, probably the 

 first one's mate, attracted by the report of the gun, came 

 whirling about in the air above me. Seizing the gun, 1 sent 

 the No. 8's after him, and by all that's holy I fetched him'.; 

 He fluttered down in circles to the water with a broken wing, 

 and when I took him in he fought me fiercely with his beak. 

 I was almost aghast with astonishment. Whew! two Ameri- 

 can eagles, all in five minutes! How do you think I felt ? 

 How do you think the fellow felt who fired the Ephesian 

 Dome? I have "chased the antelope over the plain" and she. 

 him with my Winchester rifle, I have hunted deer and elk in 

 the mountain parks of Colorado, I have hunted buffalo on the 

 plains of Kansas, but I don't think that T ever felt quite so ex- 

 hilarated with success as I did then. It was so sudden and 

 unexpected. I was not hunting for eagles, but pigeons. The 

 means seemed so inadequate to the result. It was like a boy 

 fishing for minnows with a pin hook suddenly jerking out a 

 three-pound trout. I felt that I must be a wonderful shot, 

 and if Bogardus or Dr. Carver had then been around I verily 

 believe I should have proposed a friendly match at glass balls. 

 I placed the birds side by side in the boat and gazed at them 

 with a kind of dazed intoxication. I patted my gun (No. 

 10 gauge) and talked to it. "Oh, no, old fellow, you 

 can't shoot— you ain't worth a cent on eagles. I guess 

 not. Perhaps there are some more round that would 

 like to come and see you." Then I hid one in the bow and 

 rowed for camp. My" head stood straight upon my shoulders, 

 but I repressed all appearance of excitement and rowed slowly 

 up to our pier. The others were idling about, and one asked 

 me if I had shot any pigeon. " A few," I replied, as I tossed 

 them out on the sand. "By the way, I've shot an eagle," I 

 remarked, indifferently. "The devil you say!" said Jim, 

 "You mean a hawk." "No, I don't; I mean an eagle. 

 Come and see him," and I produced number one. Then 

 there was excitement. He was admired ; the stretch of his 

 wings measured ; the tree where he sat pointed out ; plans 

 made for sending him to town to be stuffed; an extra bottle 

 of ci Kelly's Island " produced from the cellar (wet sand) for 

 my special benefit. When all had settled down to quiet again 

 I casually remarked between two puffs of my pipe, " I shot 

 two eagles." All looked at me as if they thought the wine 

 had ' ' crazed his brain. " ' ' You hunt round in the bow of the 

 boat awhile and I guess you'll find the other one," said 1. 

 He was dragged forth, and then we did have a time, over 

 which I'll draw a veil. I maintained my stolidity just long 

 enough to remark that it wasn't a very good day for eagles, 

 but I should probably have brought iu a few more had I not 

 run out of cartridges. The next morning Jim declared that 

 1 was muttering all uight in my sleep, "American eagles — 

 Number seven and eight shot— One flying." We passed the 

 fortnight like a dream of contentment, and my pencil loves 

 to linger about it. We were lazy, doubtless, and did not 

 travel the woods much for the deer, whose fresh tracks wo 

 could find upon the beach any morning. At the end of the 

 fortnight we struck our tent with regret and left for pastures 

 new. We packed a barrel full of our largest bass— running 

 along about four pounds— in ice, and shipped them to our 

 friends. If we could have captured Mr. Hallock as ho passed 

 so near us I think we could have made him happy for one 

 day at least. Unless vandalism has been at work, any one 

 visiting the lake may find carved upon the trunk of a large 

 white birch, close by where our tent stood, " M. J.," "J. 

 W.," and "U. O," with the date and the following inscrip- 

 tion : " Forsan et hmc otim meminihse juvabit." G. C. 

 Chicago, Deo. 7, 1878. 



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For Forest and /Stream, and Mod and Gun. 

 AFTER BLACKTAIL (?) IN THE ROCKY 

 MOUNTAINS. 



A NUMBER of progressive spirits, including your humble 

 servant, had been figuring for a deer hunt back of 

 Cheyenne Mountain for many a day, where we heard that the 

 deer were very plentiful. But our great hitch was how to get 

 there with any degree of comfort and surely. At tins excit- 

 ing juuctureouresteeined fellow-citizen, Mr. Marsh, appeared, 

 and proposed to join us with his outfit of burros, camping 

 utensils, etc., etc., and made such a favorable offer that we 

 were inclined, and in fact did, accept his proposition. The 

 day was then appointed and unanimously agreed upon for 

 Friday, November 23. In the interim we two, reprc. 

 the K. C. Kanche, got out our '76 Winchesters in Order, 



