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[March 3, 1881. 



time have hid their light under a bushel, Much may thus be 

 learned in such competitions, and the various systems for 

 the education of dogs can be practically compared. There 

 are many men in the United Stales, natural geniuses, who 

 have never seen Col. Hutchinson's book or other dog-break- 

 ing manuals, who have from inate intelligence turned out 

 dogs of the most killing qualities. We have known many 

 such, and with whom it was a pleasure to shoot, for the most 

 enjoyable dog to shoot over is one that the owner has well 

 trained himself. At the same time we must not forget how 

 great a debt sportsmen at large owe to the professional dog- 

 handler, and how much the latter have done for our dogs. 

 Some of these men are among our very best sportsmen, and 

 their services cau scarcely be over-estimated. 



Oub Fobeign MATon.— Earl Stanhope has received an 

 answer from General Wingate, the Vice-President of the Na- 

 tional Rifle Association of America, in response to his note 

 of invitation sent in November last. This reply will be fouud 

 in our rifle columns and represents the sentiments of the not 

 inconsiderable section in the National Association who are 

 such sticklers for form and order that they stand a good 

 chance of being overwhelmed by their own foolishness. The 

 Palma obstacle rises up to balk every good intention that 

 they might have, and now when the simplest possible form 

 of an invitation is sent for a friendly match this musty, dusty 

 old piece of junk is hauled out of its oblivion and thrust for- 

 ward with the taunt, " Come aud take it, if you can." It is 

 entirely overlooked that Burl Stanhope's note was for an in- 

 ternational match, while the Palm i, according to the original 

 .programme about it, issued on March (>, 18 TO, is the trophy 

 of " an international long-range match for the championship 

 of the world." According to the views embodied in the 

 Wingate letter, there is never to be another long-range match 

 in which American riflemen can with propriety engage unless 

 the Palma be the object shot. for. If so, then the pro* 

 pect is a sorry one indeed, after the long chapter of 

 wrangles and misunderstandings, of complications and 

 even misrepresentations, which have formed so large a 

 part in the history of this centennial offering. There 

 was no suggestion of the Palma in Earl Stanhope's letter. 

 America holds the championship iu long-range team shooting, 

 mid would continue to hold it even if an American team had 

 accepted the invitation of Lord Stanhope, visited Wimbledon 

 and been defeated. British riflemen have themselves fixed 

 the status of the Palma as the championship token, but they 

 have what our American managers seem to lack — sense 

 enough to see that many hearty matches may be shot outside 

 of the championship records. 



Quail, Pam-eidou, Bob-White, Colin, or whatever we 

 may choose to call him, there is no doubt that the little brown 

 bird ought to have a settled and determined name and appel- 

 lation by which it may be known throughout the laud. The 

 attempt of the Michigan Sportsmen's Association to furnish 

 for the favorite little fellow, at present so- overweighted 

 with names, a designation at once suitable and likely to be 

 generally adopted is most praiseworthy, and deserves warm 

 support. We question, however, whether 1 he recommenda- 

 tion of the association will lie able to effect so desirable a 

 change. The usage of two centuries has established the 

 name " quail " in the North and " partridge " in the South so 

 firmly that we see little hope of the general adoption of the 

 name colin. 



AVhen sportsmen generally will consent to call our little 

 cotton-tail a hare, and not a rabbit, and will speak of ruffed 

 grouse, iustcad of part ridges and pheasants, then we may 

 hope to hear that field trials are to be run on colius and not 

 on quails. 



Mountain Quail bob hie South. — The mountain quail 

 referred to in our issue of two weeks ago as being at I )gdens- 

 burgh, N. Y., have been sent south and are to be turned out 

 iu Alabama. They are at present in tbe hands of President 

 Spear, of the Montgomery Shooting Club, and will, in a 

 short time, be put down in some favorable locality, where it 

 is hoped they may do well and breed. 



It is a pity that a good number of both mountain and val- 

 ley quail could not be secured aud introduced in various 

 sections of the country. The former, being quite a hardy 

 bird, would no doubt do well in our middle states, while the 

 smaller but not less beautiful valley quail would with proper 

 protection, we think, become acclimatized iu the Southern 

 States. 



The testimony of Mr. F. J. Thompson, whoso careful aud 

 accurate observations are always so interesting to the readers 

 of Fouest ano Stream, shows that these birds cau endure a 

 very severe temperature without any very great degree of 

 inconvenieuce. Will not some of onr gun clubs or game 

 protective societies take this matter iu hand? 



James R. Tilley. — Very many of the readers of the Fou- 

 est and Stream will learn with sadness of the death of 

 James R. Tilley, at Locust Valley, Long Island, last Sunday, 

 Feb. 37. Mr. Tilley was widely known and highly es- 

 teemed among the sportsmen of the United States, and many 

 a scene of most pleasant companionship in the past will be 

 recalled by this note of the lamented death of a genial, 

 Whole-souled man. 



Standing Committee oe State Association.— Mr. Abel 

 Crook, President of the New York State Association, has tip. 



pointed Mr. M. A. Stearns, of Danville, N. Y., a member of 

 the Standing Committed of the Association, in place of James 

 F. Williams, deceased. 



Miuukjan Sportsmen's Association. — We continue this 

 week the report of the Michigan Sportsmen's Convention at 

 LansiDg. For th» minutes of the meeting we are indebted to 

 the courtesy of Secretary 11, B. Roney. The various reports 

 presented by the special committees, in particular those re- 

 lating to the protection of game, reflect the highest credit 

 upon the Association. We Congratulate the sportsmen of 

 the State of Michigan on the noble stand taken by their rep- 

 resentative organization, and we premise that as the charac- 

 ter of the Association becomes more clearly understood and 

 better appreciated throughout I he whole State, its in- 

 fluence for good will be advanced in equal ratio. 



The Hacvy Sihiokstion to the Cocker Club, printed I'll 

 our kennel column, deserves the immediate attention of the 

 members of that body. The gentleman who makes il is one 

 of our best-known and most highly-respected authorities on 

 kennel matters, and the recommendation presents an easy 

 way out of such difficulties as may arise in the way of the 

 formation of a standard for the cocker. There is plenty of 

 time between now and the inauguration of the New York 

 show to arrange all matters of detail as to standard and judg- 

 ing. 



The Cocker Club unquestionably includes a majority of the 

 breeders of this strain in America, and whatever this body 

 has to say in regard to the c icker is entitled to great weight. 



INDIAN FOLK-LORE. 



THE KUNNER AND THE WHITE r.KAVKt:. 



IT was near the close of a beautiful August day that I 

 awoke from my afternoon nap aud stepped out" of the 

 lodge. Calling to my little servant— an orphan whom I had 

 picked up in camp— I bade him light my pipe, and seated 

 myself against the lodge for a quiet smoke and to enjoy the 

 beautiful scene before' me. Our camp, composed of about 

 a hundred lodges of Blood Indians under the bead chief Run- 

 ning Rabbit, was pitched at the foot of the Black Butte, a 

 rocky spur of the Snowy Mountains. How picturesque, 

 how primeval it all seemed. Tho smoke rose iu graceful 

 curls from the lodges and slowly drifted up the mountain 

 side. The shouts of the. children at play and the scrape, 

 scrape of the fleshcr, as the women faithfully worked on abuf- 

 falo robe, filled the air. 



On the sunny side of some of the lodges a group of men 

 could be seen smoking, chaltering and idling thehours away. 

 Up on a little eminence a whole family were mourning tat a 

 lost one, who had been killed by the Sioux a few days be- 

 fore. " Oh, Bear child, you are gone i come back- You 

 Will never come back,"' they kept repeating, aud their dole- 

 ful cries seemed to affect the Whole camp. Even tho dogs 

 seemed to feel it, and they answered back with their pecu- 

 liar wolf-like howl. 



Looking away to the north I could see a vast, boundless 

 prairie, dotted here and there with several bands of buffalo 

 and antelope, and on the very verge of ihe horizon the out- 

 lines of the Bear Paw, Little Rocky and Hairy Cap moun- 

 tains could he seen, rose colored in the setting sun. 



It was getting dark. From all directions 'the hundreds of 

 horses were being driven into camp and tethered by the 

 lodges of their owners. With them came mine, two beauti- 

 ful wiry pintos, ruiowncd as the best buffalo horses in camp, 

 and they seemed to know it, for they shook their heads and 

 switched their tails as if on purpose to make the little bells 

 jingle, which had been placed in their hair as an insignia of 

 their prowess. What sport I had had with them as I swept 

 over the prairie in pursuit of a baud of buffalo. I seemed to 

 hear the thunder of the many feet pounding over the turf, 

 the crack of rifles, the thud of the falling, the snorts of the 

 dilated nostrils— I seemed to see the spurts of blood— 

 the red, flashing eyes and the angry tossing of the 

 shaggv hair as some monster bull made a dasii at me. 

 Cau 'it be that there is any more sport than this, more mad, 

 breathless excitement ? To me it is the most enjoyable of all 

 sports. The very thought of it excited me, aud I resolved 

 that on the morrow I shtuld try it again. "To-morrow 

 goes!" I said to myself, and -went into the lodge to eat the 

 simple meal of boiled " boss rib" and bacon, bread and tea 

 which had been prepared for me. 



After supper the head medicine man, Pe-nuk-wi-um, sent 

 for me to pay him a visit. Going over to his lodge I found 

 it filled with the renowned warriors, medicine men and 

 chiefs of the tribe, smoking and telling stories. After salut- 

 ing Pe-nuk-winm (" Pe-uuK-wi-um" means " Island on ahill 

 aud, far off, see a Single moving object ") and being assigned 

 the seat of lienor by hU side, afresh pipewas handed me which 

 I lighted aud, with the utmost gravity, repeated" a prayer to 

 the Sun commencing with the usual words, "Hi-yu iiatosc 

 Kim-o ket," meaning "Take pity on me, oh, Sun!" at the 

 end of which all exclaimed "Ah," as the Methodists do at a 

 praver-meetiug. 



"Ap-we-oun-na," said Pe-nuk-wi-um, "have you ever 

 heard the beaver story ?" 1 replied in the negative. " Then 

 1 will tell it to you," he said, and every one" being comfort- 

 ably settled aud attentive, he began. 



TUE li BAYER STORY. 



Long ago, before the white men came, the Bloods were 

 camped one year at Yellow Creek, on the south side of the 

 Missouri. At that time the ceremony of the Medicine Lodge 

 was going on, and many valuable presents were given to the 

 Sun, among which were thirteen white buffalo robes, so plen- 

 ty were buffalo in tho;e days. 



Now, in the camp was a great medicine man named Wolf- 

 Tail, who had five wives. The youngest one. who was very 

 handsome, was named Antelope Woman. There were also 

 in the camp two young men named The Runner and AVhile 

 Elk. The Runner was a very poor young man, and as he 

 had no relations he lived about from one lodge to another. 

 He and the Antelope Woman had always loved each other, 

 but her father had obliged the poor woman to marry Wolf- 

 Tail, who gave ten horses for her. Now the lust day of the 



Medicine Lodge had come, when the women, dressed exact- 

 ly like the one they spoke of, entered the lodge aud told 

 what brave deed their husband, lover or relation should do 

 to keep their affections, for women do not love a man who 

 is not brave. 



The Runner had sal in the lodge all day waiting for some 

 one to come and say what he should do, but no one came, 

 and he began to feel very badly, thinking that no one cared 

 for him, when all of a sudden the Antelope Woman came in 

 and touching the medicine, said: "He who wears clothes 

 like mine, he whom I love, will swim across the Missouri 

 next spring, when the ice is running out, kill an enemy and 

 bring him back to this side." Having said which she turned 

 and went out. What joy The Runner felt when he saw her 

 come iu the lodge dressed exactly like him. But what was 

 his grief and despair when he heard what she wanted him to 

 do. He thought it impossible, and going out he sought a 

 hill-top aud commenced to lament and pray the Sun to help 

 hinl. 



Day after day he wandered among the mountains, on the 

 prairie, along the rivers, asking each animal and object he 

 met for help. He became poor and weak, and at last in de- 

 spair lay down beside a spiing to die Just as he was be- 

 coming unconscious he was startled by the Spring speaking 

 to him, saying, "Get up, you crazy man; what arc you 

 doing here ? I know what is the matter with you, but can- 

 not help you. Do you see that big beaver lodge" over there f " 



"Yes," the poor hoy replied, "I see it." 



" Well," said the Spring, "go over there and perhaps the 

 King of Beavers will help you." 



Trembling and weak, the young man arose aud did as he 

 was bid, and coming to the lodge tore a hole iu the top, en- 

 tered and closed the hole up again. What was his surprise, 

 on looking around, to see a great White Beaver sitting on the 

 logs, singing the most beautiful songs he ever heard. Pres- 

 ently the Beaver stopped singing and asked the young man 

 what he wanted. '1 he Runner told him his story. 



"Aid how came you here?" the Beaver asked. 



" The Spring sent me," Tbe Runner replied. 



"Ah! the Spring sent you, did he? The Spring is our 

 very best friend ; he furnishes us water to live in ; it floats 

 our food and we build our dams across it, but your people 

 kill us ; they tear down our houses and break our dams. On 

 one condition I will help you. You must promise that your 

 people will never molest us again." 



"I promise," said The Runner. 



" Well, then, take this little piece of wood and wearil at 

 yovir side; never take it off. With it you can swim like a 

 beaver. When you have killed your enemy and start to 

 come back, your friend White Elk must run down to a bend 

 in the river aud back to a big rock, where you will come out 

 of the water. Now eat these berries," giving him a great 

 dish of bull-berries, "go to sleep, and to-morrow go home." 



Next morning he returned to camp and found the war 

 party all ready to start ; so, putting on some war paint and 

 his little finery, he joined them. While they traveled he told 

 White Elk all that had happened to him, and earnestly en- 

 joined him to follow the Beaver's directions about ruuniug 

 down to the bend aud back to the big rock. 



Wheu they came to the Missouri they saw a large band of 

 Gros Venires trying to cross, but the river was so high and 

 bo much ice running that they could not do it. One"young 

 Gros Ventre, more brave than the rest, stood up to Irs" waist 

 in water, brandishing his spear and yelling at the Bloods. 



"I will kill him," said The Runner to White Elk, aud 

 dived into the water like a beaver. 



Then the Gros Ventres laughed.rthiuking he was drowned, 

 but he soon appeared right beside the young Gros Ventrein the 

 water, who was very quick and threw his" spear at The linn 

 ner, but it struck the medicine wood at his side aud glanced 

 off. Then The Runner threw his spear and killed the Gros 

 Ventre and, grasping him by the hair, disappeared under the 

 water. At the same time Whito Elk ran down to the bend 

 of the river and back to the big rock, arriving there just as 

 The Runner came out of the water with the body of his ene- 

 my. When the Gros Ventres saw this they commenced to 

 howl aud lament for their dead companion, but the Bloods 

 only laughed and started back for home, The Runner taking 

 his enemy's scalp with him. 



When they arrived at camp they all commenced to siug 

 war songs, and The Runner went ahead, telling of his victory 

 and tossing the scalp in the air. The whole village came out 



ncct them, and Wolf Tail coming up, embraced The Rtm- 

 and took him to his lodge. Giving him the best seat, he 

 turned to the Antelope Woman, saying, "Why don't you go 

 and sit by your husband ?" But she thought he was jesting 

 and began to cry. "Do not cry," he said; and, turning so 

 The Runner : "You have been very brave and you are fit to 

 be my son. I give you the Antelope Woman; she is your 

 wife. 1 give you my lodge, my horses, my medicine; and 

 all I ask is that, you allow me to'live with you aud teach you 

 the Beaver medicine Hongs." 



So ended the Beaver story. I looked at my watch ; it was 

 11 o'clock. Pe-nuk-wi-um had beeu three hours telling that 

 story, of which I Lave given only a synopsis. 



" Is it a good story ?" Pe-nuk-wi-um asked. 



"It is good," I replied, and went home to bed. 



Next morning I still felt like a hunt. The camp had de- 

 cided not to disturb the buffalo till the nesl day, so 1 took 

 my rille and started up the mountain after deer, "elk or any- 

 thing I could get sight of. Fi ruiore than an hour I toiled up the. 

 steep rocks and through the underbrush. Then Igot Bight of 

 a few elk scampering off around the mountain. They had 

 winded me. I did not want to kill an elk anyhow. Of 

 course not. "By George," I thought, "there must be sheep 

 in this mountain" I'll see;" and I kept on climbing, resting 

 now and then to get my breath, lor it was pretty steep work. 

 At last I reached an open space not far from the summit. 

 Sure enough, there was a small band on the very bight st 

 point. With the utmost caution I proceeded, keeping a 

 large boulder between them and me. I must see if they are 

 there yet. 1 stepped one side. They saw me and bounded 

 off down the mountainside. I felt amiable ; I smiled sweet- 

 ly to myself and said — never mind what. The sheep were 

 gone. I climbed up to the place where they had stood It 

 was a satisfaction to know that they had been there. I sat 

 down on a bed of larb, leaned my back against a rock and 

 was soon asleeo. 



When I awoke it was near evening. I started to get up 

 when I saw a sheep coming straight toward me up the moun - 

 tain. When he came within range I fired anl he dropped 

 right in his tracks. It proved to be a fine fat yearling beck. 

 Quickly cutting off its hind quarters I started for home tired, 

 hungry and just in time to enjoy a meal of fat boiled ante- 

 loperiba ' Aimve-cijn-na. 



Fori He/dun, M. T., 1880, 



