TROUTING ON CLARK'S FORK. 





ally interfere with his locomotion ; 

 yet all fish of one pound or less, were 

 returned to the water, and given a 

 chance to grow larger. 



The orderly was kept busy on the 

 bank, taking the fish from the 

 hooks. Indeed, he couldn't begin 

 to keep up with me. 



This was surely potting fish ; but 

 then, I confess that was what I was 

 after. Having secured a ten-gallon 

 syrup keg, I sent it, filled with trout, 

 to Fort Lincoln, Dakota, as such fish 

 are not indigenous to that region. 



On returning to camp, I reported to 

 the commanding officer, inviting him 

 to have the cook of his mess come 

 and help himself to what fish they 

 might want for supper and breakfast. 

 That the " C. O." and the other offi- 

 cers were surprised at the result of 

 my trip, and the size and beauty of 

 the fish, is not strange, for a more 

 beautiful string has seldom, if ever, 

 been taken anywhere on hook and 

 line. 



The commanding officer was also 

 an enthusiastic angler, and asked 

 me to show him, on the next day, 

 how such trout fishing was done. 

 We went and I showed him the fish 



in the pools, eddies and cascades, and 

 though he fished diligently and 

 tiently, he never caught a single 

 trout. He was not willing to 

 wet, and trout fishing and dry 

 ing I never found to be compatible-. 

 As he did not condescend to I 

 the rushing torrent on foot, he never 

 learned the trick of catching these 

 big fellows. 



A few days more, and our scouts 

 had located the NezPerces, So, away 

 we went across che range, and up the 

 "Stinking Water." then* tin, 



over the range; but "Lo" was not 

 waiting for 'us. We got his trail, 

 kept on, and the first thing we knew, 

 were marching into General How 

 ard's camp. 



Bright and early next morning, 

 we were in the saddle, and am 

 march of 45 miles, we can- lit up 

 with the NezPerces, on ( \m\ mil 'n 

 Montana, and had a lively bins!] 

 with them. 



When we went through that s< 

 tion of country a month orso before, 

 the plains were covered with bison, 

 but the Nez Perces had driven them 

 out, for not even was there .111 old 

 bull in sight. 



WILLIAM G. CHAPMAN. 



This picture represents the famous artist, 

 William G. Chapman, shooting larks just 

 outside of Rome. The way that sport (?) is 

 conducted there is to capture a small owl, 



tie him to the end of a pole and set him up 

 in the field. The larks gather about to fight 

 him and the would-be sportsman shoots 



them. Mr. Chapman may not be a 

 man, in our sense of the term, but he 

 great artist. He painted " I he Mai 

 Pocahontas" which hangs in the rotund 

 the capitol at Washington, and many other 

 well-known pieces. 



Belle — See here, Harry, 



would teach me to ride mj wheel, and 

 have given me only one lesson. 



Harry — That's all right ; I'vel 

 derstudy who hasn't any \\ lii>k < 

 doesn't mind being kicked. 



There was a man in our tow 



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