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FOREST AND STREAM. 



that will far outlive that of his journalistic namesake, the 

 Livingstone discoverer. The Yellowstone expedition, under 

 this intelligent commander of the Twenty-second Infantry, 

 is making great progress, and recent information from 

 headquarters of the Yellowstone expedition at Camp Pear- 

 son, announces that the steamer Josephine had succeeded 

 in traversing the Yellowstone river seven miles nearer its 

 source than General Forsyth in the Key West last spring. 

 Colonel Ludlow, of the engineers, is of opinion that the Yel- 

 lowstone river is navigable as far as the Big Horn, located 

 some 200 miles up the stream. The "expedition" troops 

 have had a rough time thus far, the route being poor and 

 lands bad; still as far as can be seen from the advance of 

 the expedition, the Yellowstone valley presents a beautiful 

 level prairie, and the engineers expeot to make good pro- 

 gress. This Yellowstone region of our country abounds in 

 natural wonders, and the amount of scientific and general 

 information to be derived by this army exploration will be 

 of vast importance to the Government and the people. Gen- 

 eral Stanley July 28th started for Pompey's Pillow and Mus- 

 sel Shell Shoals, taking with him fifty day's supplies, and 

 expects to return about the middle of October. 



The infantry troops are now "trying on" the new infan- 

 try equipment, and commanding officers are reporting how 

 the new thing works. 



The Yale geological exploration party is on its way to 

 Fort Bridger, where a month will be spent in examining the 

 geological formation of the Wasatch range. A detachment 

 of the second cavalry, (Co. I,) under Captain W. A. Jones, 

 left camp Brown, Wy ming, July 12th, where they had 

 halted for ten days. The object of this exploration is to as ; 

 certain, if possible, a wagon road of approachable nature 

 from Wind river and the Shoshonee reservation over the 

 mountains to Mt. Ellis, by way of Lake Yellowstone. If 

 this exploration is successful, the whole trade of Montana, 

 already quite extensive, will take the Wyoming route from 

 the Union Pacific Railroad, and the great national park will 

 be brought within the reach of pleasure seekers without 

 their being compelled to undergo the tedious navigation of 

 the Missouri, or costly route ma Corinne and Helena. The 

 Gregg expedition, under escort of Co. "C, Second Cavalry, 

 are en routs up the valley to the North Fork, thence by the 

 head of the Lone Pine creek to the Niokara,at the mouth os 

 the Rapid river. Near Evergreen run this expedition dis- 

 covered a tract of land covered with heavy pine timber, and 

 the value of this discovery cannot be overestimated. On 

 reaching the Niokara, at the mouth of the Rapid, they found 

 a stream 100 yards in width, heavily timbered with pine and 

 cedar. The existence of wood in this part of Nebraska had 

 never before been suspected, and as the land around is re- 

 ported as rich, well watered and abounding in game, it will 

 undoubtedly stimulate settlement in these parts very soon. 

 These expeditions are of vast importance4o the countiy, 

 and the army is performing a great service in protecting and 

 assisting these many exploring parties. 



The largest portion of the United States troops are enjoy- 

 ing camp life, and in many instances it is found far more 

 enjoyable than any of the numerous watering places. A 

 correspondent of the Army and Nary Journal, writing from 

 the camp of Co. D, Third Cavalry, located on a bluff of the 

 Laramie river, among other things, says: "The tents are 

 covered with shade, making them very comfortable. The 

 weather so far has been delightful, and we have no desire 

 to exchange places with those who frequent your watering- 

 places. Daily mounted drills, target practice with carbine 

 and pistol, vary the monotony which, Avhen the Laramie 

 was high, was more varied by the excitement of swimming 

 the horses across the river, an exercise useful, exciting, and 

 a very necessary part of the cavalry drill. Nearly all the 

 horses swim well. One came near drowning, owing to his 

 driver pulling on the bit, which should never be done. The 

 horse got his front leg over the rein, and commenced going- 

 down; his face was one of dark despair. At this time 

 "stable call" was sounded, when the despair changed to a 

 bright hope, the noble brute continued to struggle, and final- 

 ly got out. The change of expression of the beast's face 

 from dark despair to bright hope would have been a picture 

 for an artist. The rider who could not swim was clashed 

 into some brush and got ashore, and a horse nic-named 

 "Pontoon-bridge," from his good swimming, was sent out 

 for him." 



The Canadian rifle, known as the Duval Macnaughtan, 

 has been tried at Wimbledon, and has elicited marked ex- 

 pressions of praise from the metropolitan press. 



Mrt md the Mvmm. 



IN spite of the leading idea of our paper, which is to take 

 our readers once a week into the shades of the "forest," 

 and lead them meanderingly beside the flowing" stream," 

 still we have an allotted place for the beautiful and fascina- 

 ting associations of the Drama and Art. 

 'Nature, delighting in opposites, inspires "her true love 

 with the keenest enjoyment at the display of an excellent 

 theatrical representation. The very contrast of the gas- 

 light creations with his honest out-oMoor experiences, neces- 

 sarily leads to this result. If you would have genuine dis- 

 quisitions upon the intrinsic merits of the Drama, listen to 

 the discourses of the cultured and gentle sportsman on the 

 subject, while beguiling his time at a " deer stand," or, to 

 the disciple of the " rod and line," who gives his reminis- 

 cences of the stage .while engaged in the glorious work of 

 making a " red palmer hackle " to ensnare the gem speckled 

 trout. 



Professing no real sympathy for the " Sensational' 1 '' Drama, 

 and indulging the hope that the "society play," (a kind of 



monstrosity that generally makes the leading actresses mere 

 frames on which to hang costly dresses, or worse, represen- 

 tatives of those gilded vices from which originate the un- 

 happy women of the town,) has had its meridian, and will 

 soon give way to better things. And disclaiming all desire 

 to attempt the part of a reformer, save by good example, 

 we shall in our limited allotted space, note from time to 

 time such excellencies as appear in our judgment worthy 

 of praise, and endeavor to do it with fairness, and in details 

 sufficient to keep our readers posted upon the really notice- 

 able dramatic events of the day. 



Our summer, which is rapidly passing into the sere and 

 yellow leaf of fall, has been theatrically dull to a degree 

 quite without precedence. The noble ambition of some of 

 our " sensation sheets," to get up a cholera scare, has had 

 the effect of putting New York for weeks together in quaran- 

 tine, not at the mouth of the harbor, but through the ab- 

 sence of our country friends from every highway that led 

 to "Rome." Never was our city blessed with more general 

 health, neither was it ever more justly entitled to the name 

 of a first class summer watering place, yet days and days 

 passed in July when our best hotels at the. dinner hour 

 often had fewer guests than attentive servants standing at 

 the backs of the empty chairs. 



Amusements were almost suspended; not a place of negro 

 minstrels, was, nor is yet opened! Mr. Boucicault, who 

 announces over his own signature, that he is the greatest 

 actor living, kept up a fair house at Wallack's, while the 

 players of Wood's Museum supported lively performances, 

 made up of incidents of backwoods life, the real enactment 

 of which in the lava beds, culminated in the Modoc war. 



Two or three weeks ago, in our desperation to oblige a 

 country friend with sight of a play, we visited the ' ' Boweiy. " 

 The thermometer inside the house must have been one hun- 

 dred and eighty, at least, for we saw spirit boiling in the 

 faces of the audience. The building was crowded to excess ; 

 the gentlemen who abated the nuisances around Washing- 

 ton and Fulton markets, might have been inspired by the 

 seething atmosphere, with the idea that ' ' something ought 

 to be pulled down." The play, however, was healthy and 

 had a good moral. The Madeline Morel and Frou Frou 

 schools evidently have not reached the " East Side " of the 

 town. The poor and simple folk of that benighted region 

 are old fashioned enough to look upon the traits and misfor- 

 tunes of a virtuous and w T ell meaning people with the greatest 

 interest and greeted their final triumph (in the play) with 

 absolute enthusiasm. Would it not be well for Wilkie 

 Collins to commence his lecture tour in this country from 

 before the foot lights of the " old Bowery "? or, would the 

 fair sex present, take the elaboration of the First Magdalen 

 as an insult ? If borne with by this gracious art he might 

 coin money, and do missionary work at the same time. 



The opening season promises well for our disquistions. 

 In our Metropolitan city, strange as it may appear, the 

 Grand Opera never has had a promising existence, yet this 

 fall and winter we are to have two combinations, each one 

 advertised conspicious for the possession of distinguished 

 artists. If the music is really good; and the terrible peddlers 

 of boquets and pamphlets are not altogether unbearable 

 from their officiousness, and the public is benefitted by the 

 rivalry, we hail the event with the greatest satisfaction; yet 

 we have been so often disappointed we indulge but little 

 hope. The old routine we fear will be repeated; full dress, 

 kid gloves, extemporized liveried servants, policemen bawl- 

 ing for coaches, hustling in the corridor of the Opera House; 

 this for a few weeks, and then a relapse into silence, to he 

 followed by memories of unsatisfactory experiences, and 

 money gone to the dogs. 



The Italian Opera not being a plant of the cactus genus 

 cannot stand firm with its roots in dry sand, and live on 

 air. On the contrary, the opera wants an immense amount 

 of fertilizing material in the form of green-backs, and under 

 the most favorable circumstances in New r York city it is a 

 most miserable exotic. We fear it will never be thoroughly 

 acclimated, until something is done to put it in possession 

 of the people at large. This powerful organization in this 

 country builds up and sustains not only our great material 

 interests, but our asthetic projects. Among its members 

 you find creators of railway routes across the continent, and 

 the most enthusiastic and judicious supporters of Art. 



The accepted operatic lion for the hour is to be Signor 

 Tamberlik. This gentleman it seems, now that he is en- 

 gaged for "the season, " is pronounced by his especial friends 

 (the managers and the Bohemians) to have the most extraor- 

 dinary tenor voice ever listened to, his upper notes on the 

 stage reaching to C sharp in altissimo, and off the stage to 

 the still more astonishing elevation of 85,000 francs per 

 month ! and furthermore, he is said to possess ■ ' more force" 

 than Mario, and "less bounce," than Wachtel. 



Signor Tamberlik, we judge from the prelimnary notices 

 of his advent, has been doing nothing for the last thirty 

 years, but rehearsing in foreign capitols to perfect himself 

 for this professional visit to New York. Knowing from 

 hearsay how permicious are our national airs to the Italian 

 voice, he has evidently endeavored to gradually acclimate 

 himself by singing for many seasons in all the magnificent 

 towns of Central South America, and for the last two years 

 in the dilapidated Tacon at Havana. 



Old Knickerbocker, in one of his greatest historical com- 

 positions, records a case of unfortunate ambition, in the 

 person of a athletic dutch man, who got out of wind entirely, 

 by running a full mile to acquire momentum enough to jump 

 over a ditch nine feet wide. If Signor Tamberlik has 

 been over thirty years preparing to come here, it is no won- 

 der he has not the " bounce " <*f Wachtel. We regret that 

 he did not test the good nature of our audiences say fifteen 

 years ago; the young-lady critics would have forgiven his 



thin want of culture, for the sake pf the advantages of a 

 youthful person and face. 



On the 11th instant, the charming commedians known 

 as the Vokes family, opened at the Union Square Theatre in 

 a new play entitled " Fun in a Fog." A full house as there 

 should have been, greeted the performance. The charming 

 visitors deserve a lonsr, and successful engagement. 



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" Under the Greenwood Tree." — Hall & Williams, New 



York, Leisure Hour Series. 



As you open the book you read, "To dwellers in a wood, almost every 

 species of tree has its voice as well as its feature. At the passing of the 

 breeze, the fur trees sob and moan no less distinctly than they rock; the 

 holly whistles as it battles with itself; the ash hisses amid its quiverings; 

 the "beach rustles while its flat boughs rise and fall. And Winter, which 

 modifies the note of such trees as shed their leaves, 'does not destroy their 

 individuality.' ' On a cold and stormy Christmas-eve, less than a genera- 

 tion ago, a man was passing along a lane in the darkness of a plantation 

 that whispered thus distinctively to his intelligence. All the evidences of 

 his nature were thus afforded by the spirit of his footsteps, which succeed- 

 ed each other lightly and quickly, and by the loveliness of his voice as he 

 sang in a rural cadence: 



" With the rose and the lily 

 And the daffodown dilly, 

 The lads and the lasses a-sheep-shearing go." 



But here we must leave him, to his interview at Tranten's— and he has 

 fully laid down in this very interesting " Leisure Hour " under the green- 

 wood tree, one of the most lively and imaginative wood-paintings of the 

 Dutch school. We find many of Tranten's opinion, in this world, who 

 cannot see why a "violin or fiddle is much nearer heaven than a clar'net." 

 It brings back to our mind the memories of our boyhood when we sat 

 perched up in the old Unitarian church, (congregational by courtesy) our 

 short legs not nearly touching the floor, and our eyes literally sticking out 

 with wonder, one day, when a new big bass-viol made an unheard of ino- 

 vation in the village choir. Our own astonishment was not greater than 

 De Frosts, the chorister. At sight of this " big-fiddle " he threw away with 

 disgust nis big oaken pitch pipe, and refused all aid so far as accom- 

 paniment went to this "device of the devil." Then to think of all the 

 after times of the good things that come off in the " choir"—" Going the 

 rounds," " Tne 'Listeners," " Christmas morning," and what happened 

 then. " The great Tranten's party," " O yes, stop till the clock strikes " 

 and they did stop, and it was not a sit still party. Dick was there, and 

 Dick's partner was a girl named Lizzy, and — well readers please get the 

 interesting work and read it and thank us for telling you of it. 



"Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Seas."— Pub 

 lished by Geo. M. Smith & Co. 11, Bromfield St. Boston. 

 Of this book it may truly be said, it is deserving aplace beside the "Ara- 

 bian Nights Entertainment," or the " Hundred and one Stories of Pans." 

 We have seen no book recently, which has attracted the attention that 

 these submarine stories have done. It is a charming book for a hot nfter- 

 n oon in the shade, or to read at the sea-side. No one would be likely to 

 get to sleep over its lively wide.-awake stories. We had thought De 

 Foe's celebrated "Bobinson Crusoe" a work without a parallel, but we must 

 place on the same shelf in the library of " wonder books " this voyage 

 under the seas. In course of our reading the same, we soon came to the 

 conclusion that to be astonished at any one of these remarkable stories 

 would be out of place, and we made up our mind that " seeing was believ- 

 ing." and have we not these wonderful illustrations, one hundred and 

 fifty of them, before our very eyes? These stories are told with such a 

 profound confidence, too, that we as truly believe in them as in the re- 

 markable travels and adventures of Gulliver, or the "Arabian Nights 

 Entertainment." Were our submarine explorer to meet a "big turtle" 

 clad in complete iron armor, with the date of the year in which it was 

 forged, instead of his natural shell, we should of course believe it, and, 

 would on no account spoil this delightful romance, by questioning the 

 slightest tittle of the whole. We swallowed the whole, as we would an 

 oyster, and recommend the same to all lovers of the wild and wonderful, as 

 a very choice collection of never before written stories. This work is sold 

 only by subscription— and agents are wanted everywhere for its circula- 

 tion. 



' ' The Tour of the World in Eighty Days. " — By Jules 



Verne — James B. Osgood & Co., Boston. 



This is a delightful book for summer reading. Just the book to take out, 

 of one's pocket, as he lays upon his back under the shade of some fine 

 large tree, just the book for a weary man. not to be supposed that all will 

 be lazy, who read it, for the translator Mr. Fowle, has kept the lively 

 scintillating style true to the life. The book, like the ocean breeze, will 

 be found easy flowing and varied, full of ever changing incident, from the 

 time twenty-nine minutes after eleven o'clock A. M. Wednesday, October 

 2d, when Passepartout became Phileas Fogg's servant, until the ending of 

 the great ice-sledge ride. The reader does not journey quite so fast, yet 

 his imagination has little time to lag, or rest, and one strange or droll in- 

 cident after another, enlivens every page of this racy little volume. All 

 is well that ends well, and the many readers of this book will be well pleas- 

 with its finale. 



The Canadian Monthly and National Review.— We 



are indebted to the enterprising publishers — Messrs. Adam, Stevenson <fe 

 Co., Toronto, Canada — for beautifully bound volumes of this periodical, 

 embracing the issues for 1872, the initial year of its existence. We con- 

 fess our surprise as well as gratification to find in it a magazine so ex- 

 quisite in typography, and so captivating in its general contents; being in 

 all respects worthy of any literary centre in either hemisphere. Its con. 

 tents are varied, and embrace vigorous and thoughtful papers in bio- 

 graphy, criticism, travel, science, political economy, romance and poetry. 

 No higher evidence than this magazine affords, is needed to impress the 

 public with the intellectual life and progress of the Dominion of Canada, 

 and no finer medium exists through which our people may familiarize 

 themselves with the resources and capabilities of a country which, though 

 our neighbor, is to a vast majority of our people almost a terra incognito. 

 Canada presents many features of special interest to the people of the 

 United States, and a better knowledge of its people, its institutions, and 

 picturesque natural attractions, no less than the selfish incentive of closer 

 commercial relations, are all objects worthy of encouragement. There- 

 fore we most hartily commend this Monthly to our readers, and hope it 

 will extend its circulation widely throughout our borders. We regret 

 that we do not find the subscription price stated, but specimen copies may 

 be obtained by addressing the Publishers. The August number of the 

 current year has just come to hand. 



Avilude. — This is a charming little game adapted to 

 children, by means of which, certain ornithological ideas may be acquired. 

 The illustrated cards of birds are neatly printed, and the printed text 

 just sufficient to make it an interesting game. Natural history is so little 

 taught, that any new method of introducing this most useful study, 

 should be welcome. West & Lee of No 10. Main street, Worcester, 

 Maes,, are the publishers. 



