Terras, Five Dollars a jVbar. 
Ten Ceuta a Copy 1 ,. 
YORK, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 10, 1876. 
THE POINTER RANGER (Winner of- First Prize for Rangers, at Chicago), THE PROPERTY OF s B 
1 D1LLEY, ESQ, OF LAKE CITY, M1CHIGAN.-See Page 4. 
from Milwaukee, bound for St. Paul, in compliance -with 
arrangements previously made for a week’s shootiriig on i.lie 
prairies of Minnesota. “All aboard'" We are so4n cross¬ 
ing the Menomonee Marsh, and on tlie bluffs beyond this sea 
of “living green," the “Fair White City," can bo s^en in 
all its lovliDess. Its graceful spires pointing peacefully to 
{the blue sky above, while tjie huge grain elevators looming 
up, flanked by forests of masts and kpars, fovm a picture, 
■at once suggestive of the beauty add prosperity of the 
“Cream City of the Lakes. I 
What a delightful day, ttDd how lovely the cot'^ry ap¬ 
pears! How rich and dark is the folihge of |,lu' l ^?aa, and 
Ikiw n'ji’l.'. ii tut.'raid tit,ts of tifigrass, wh je op flic 
3t«iinl4c» «• - Iklustif Imdiwht'or, -./mg* ht-w ol ^Jipp»‘*’t 
like tltv rvuijiit . L Just; Winter's snot,, 
Bled lake ijt^rm, r.. it ‘ iinva ■ 
vni j.nwa, en • > i 
tree, 
fluid' 
and 
and 
that is 
we're off!" says H. _ “Good bye dear old Clooney!" SofLly 
Sighs the golden-haired beauty in front of us, “With a 
smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye," as we are whirled 
suddenly through a wood and lose sight of the lovely village. 
Dashing along through fields tented with shocks of yellow 
grain, we are reminded that “the harvest truly is plente¬ 
ous," Across Hock River, and ’yet again, and here we are 
at Watertown, forty-five miles from Milwaukee. A few 
miles farther and we are crossing Lowell Creek Marsh, 
which extends North and South as far astheeye can reach, 
and a mile or two in width, a vast waving ocean of wild 
rice, with the creek rneaudering through and debouching 
into sloughs.. Here in the FaL! will be myriads of wild 
ucks and brant, and ibe music of the shot gun will 
>11 and reverberate across the marshy wastes. Ait we 
>ok we see a flock of young geese lazily winging their 
*ight up the stream. 
“Columbus,” it very pretty town it is, too, wt Craw-fish 
ing the bridge, wo get a fine view of the f< uu el - - > , 
aud the dam, and the boom below. 
Frida;/, August VAth. —We were sudden ; aw 
this morning, by hearing a sonorous voice e . 
measured tones; 
“Sleep undisturbed, within thfs ‘puutiefaL *fciT •. 
Till nngelti wukc then with tt voice like mtn*. 
Get up boys aud look at the ducks! We o; 
and perceive our “mutual friend," J. C. IT., I 
curtains, look out, and discover thousands of , • 
disporting in the rays of the rising sun, ou tl 
tom. We find upon investigation that we In, 
the thriving little city of Hastings, Minn,, . , - 
fecrosaed the Mississippi River, having civ it Mot 
duriug the night at Winouti. J, C. H., wl «- n ; c 
of our sliootiug party, came down the night i iu. . I, 
St. Paul to meet us, and he roported every , ng tn tv 
n^aa. "We arrive at fit, Paul iu time lor a sq tdid l. 
or asp nJii 
whistle sounds down brakes, “Pewuukee!" roars the brake- 
man, while several of our fellow travelers get out here, 
with fishing rods, etc. This means business for the bass, 
for Pewaukee Lake is famous for this sport. “All Aboard!” 
Here we go, through Harlland, Lakeside, and Nashotah, 
past Pine-Lake on the right, Nagowicku Lake on the left, 
then Grass Lake, Okauchee Luke, and Oeouomowoc Lake 
in succession, their.placid bosoms glancing and gleaming in 
the bright sunlight, like burnished silver. Rushing through 
gentle slopes, and over quiet streams we arrive at Ocono- 
rnowoo, nestling around lakes LaBeile and Fowler, and 
called “Ooouey" for short. What a commotion! Amid 
the greetings and leave-takings can be heard such ex¬ 
clamations as, “How's fishing?” “Are the bass biting!" 
“Bully!" is the answer. “Caught thirty yesterday!" “Av¬ 
erage three pounds!" “Good enough!” chimes in the 
chorus. I was joined here by my friend J. C. H...and his 
pointer Don. “All aboard!" shouts the conductor. “Now 
River. Soon after leaving it, H., excitedly erics, “There 
goes a covey of chickens!" Sure enough, lit ere they go, 
Whir! Twelve or fifteen,'nearly full-grown. We mark 
them down near the edge of a small patch of willows across 
tlie meadow, aud a score of heads arc drawn iu again at the 
windows, smiliugly. "A fellow-feeling makes one wonder- 
ous kind." 
At Portage City we oross the canal connecting Wisconsin 
and Fox rivers, and destined to connect the waters of Lake 
Michigan with the Mississippi River. -Altera “smiling" 
welcome from mine host Fox, and a most enjoyable sup¬ 
per, H. and myself lighted our cigars, and stretched our 
legs for a few minutes stroll on the platform. As the train 
moved off we repaired to the baggage car to look after the 
dogs, and likewise to obtain a good view of the Wisconsin 
River, which we are now rapidly approaching. “Kilbouru 
City!” Here we are. A number of tourists leave us here 
for a ramble amidst the famous “dells." While cross* 
gummci[ j |hoofing ot\ flu 
sotu ffrnirics. 
O N a lovely day in mid-August, of Die past Slummer, I 
was seated in a Pullman Palace ear, with ]a copy of 
the last Forest anu Stream in my baud, at the depot of 
the Chicago, Milwaukee tlnd 8t Paul Railway.i Turning 
to the Advertising Department of the paper, I read as fol¬ 
lows,' “The Chicago, Milwaukee and St. Paul Railway tra¬ 
verses a finer country, afforlds views of grander setfeuery, and 
passes through more business centres and pleasure resorts 
than any other Northwester^ line. Its forests,prairies, lakes, 
and streams, abounding with game; presents unequalled at¬ 
tractions to the votaries of jNimrod and Walton.!” Well, 
there was I, on Thursday, August 12th, 1875, one of the 
votaries aforesaid, ab out to 1 leave on the 1:25 P.) M. train 
