Ter.ns, Five Dollars a Year. 
Tea Cents a Copy. 
NEW YORK, THURSDAY, JULY 16 , 1874 . 
Volume 2, Number 23. 
17 Chatham St. (Cityllall S(jr.) 
(SelecUd.) 
THE SALMON RUN. 
O il! away to the Tweed, 
To the beautiful Tweed, 
My much loved native stream, 
Where the ilsh from his hold, 
’Neath some cataract bold, 
Starts up like a quivering gleam. 
To the Tweed, then, so pure. 
Where the wavelets can'll!re 
The king of the waters to roam, 
As he shoots far and free, 
Thro’the boundless sea, 
To the halls of his silvery home. 
From his iron-bound keep, 
Far down in the deep. 
He holds on his sovereign sway. 
Or darts like a lance, 
Or the meteor’s glance, 
A far on his bright-winged prey. 
As he roves thro’ the tide. 
Then his clear, glittering side f 
Is burnished with silver and gold, 
And the sweep of his flight 
Seems a rainbow of light, 
As again he sinks down in his hold. 
Oh! then hasten with speed 
To the clear running Tweed, 
Tile river of beauty and song, 
Where the rod swinging high, 
Throws a Coldstream dress’d fly 
O’er the hold of the salmon so strong. 
With a soft western breeze 
That just thrills thro’ the trees, 
And ripples the beautiful bay, 
Throw the fly for a lure— 
That’s a rise! strike him sure— 
A clean fish, with a*burst he’s away. 
Hark! the ravel line sweel, 
From the fast whirling reel, 
With a musie that gladdens the ear; 
And the thrill of delight. 
In that glorious fight. 
To the heart of the angler is dear. 
Hold him tight! for the leap; 
Where the waters are deep, 
Give out line in the far, steady run; 
Reel up quick, if he tire, 
Tho’ the wheel be on fire, 
For in earnest to work he’s begun. 
Aroused up at length, 
How he rolls in his strength, 
And springs with a quivering bound; 
Then away with a dash, 
Like the lightning’s flash, 
Far o’er the smooth pebbly ground. 
Tho’ he strain on the thread, 
Down the stream with his head, 
That burst from the run makes him cool; 
Then spring out for the land, 
On the road change the hand, 
And draw down for the deepening pool. 
Mark the gleam of his side 
As he shoots thro’ the tide— 
Are the dyes of the dolphin more fair? 
Fatigue now begins. 
For h:s quivering fins 
On the shallows are spread in despair. 
His length now we’ll stretch 
On the smooth, sandy beach, 
With the flap from his gills waxing slow; 
Tne sport of an hour 
Spent the strength of his power, 
And the fresh-water monarch lies low. 
M. A. Foster. 
*y~The forests of Russia cover 470,000,000 of acres, being 
H per cent, of the whole forests of Europe! The wood of 
-Russia is getting to be rapidly used up. In 1871 tlie price 
°t wood in St. Petersburg rose 70 per cent. The estimated 
^lue of the timber cut in Russia every year is about 40,- 
JO0,000 of dollars. In 1872 about 10,000,000 dollars, worth 
01 hfhber was sold in England. 
For Forest and Stream ,. 
S §riy M ter §rcmse. 
BY HERBERT. 
T HE 31st day of July, 1873, a buggy stopped at my 
door, and as I stepped out to see what was wanted 
I was saluted with “The judge and myself leave on the 
ten P. M. tram for Kansas; can you accompany us?” The 
gentleman who extended the invitation was that veteran 
and genial sportsman, Col. L., the popular and efficient 
president of the Hannibal and St. Joe Railway, which 
is with the travelling public one of the most popular roads 
west of the “father of waters.” I gladly accepted the in¬ 
vitation, and ten P. M. found three sportsmen,, with their 
guns and dogs, on board the western bound express. Dur¬ 
ing the night our number was augmented to six, and in 
the morning we were called to the surface by tlie porter of 
the sleeping car, and by tlie time we had made our toilet 
our train had arrived at St. Joseph. 
At the station we were met by a gentleman of the city, 
who was to go and locate us in a favorable place for game. 
We were also met by the superintendent of the St. Joe and 
Denver road, who generously placed a passenger coach at 
our disposal, with the remark that we were to have the 
liberty of the road, that any of the trains would haul us 
where we wished to go, and that the car was entirely at 
our service until we chose to return—an offer which we 
were not slow to accept. Changing cars, and taking our 
dogs, guns, and baggage into our special car, we moved 
out over the magnificent new bridge which spans the “big 
muddy,” and joins Missouri to, Kansas by an iron band. 
St. Joseph can well feel proud of the structure, as it was 
by her energy and enterprise that it was built. 
'We soon left the river bottoms and wound our way over 
the rolling prairies of northern Kansas, until a little past 
twelve M., when we arrived at the town of Beattie, in 
Marshall county. Here our car was side-tracked, and our 
dinner obtained at the little hotel. In the meantime Mr. 
H., who was our director in chief, had secured the services 
of teams. Dinner dispatched, guns uniimbered, the dogs 
given an opportunity to stretch their cramped limbs, and 
we were ready for business. In dividing our party refer 
ence was had to some bantering that had been carried on 
between different members of the party on the journey 
out, Col. L. and S. being pitted against Judge H. andE., 
tlie two former and E. having breech loaders, while Judge 
LI. was still using an old favorite muzzle loader, conse¬ 
quently, where birds were plenty, the Colonel and S. had 
somewhat the advantage. 
During the arrangement about starting, by some means 
Judge H. and E. imagined tliat they were not going to be 
placed to suit them, so they very quietly shouldered their 
guns and hurried away to some shooting ground which had 
been recommended by some of the village sports. Col. L., 
S., and his brother Judge S., who by the way used a muz¬ 
zle loader, went in a party together, while H. and the 
writer, putting ourselves under the charge of Farmer 
Sweet, who claimed to be an old sport, and fully convers¬ 
ant with the abiding place of the “chicken,” hurried off 
about, three miles, where Farmer S. assured us we would 
find birds, and so we did, a short time before sundown. 
The ground was very hot and dry, and the scent did not lay 
well, but we succeeded in bagging over twenty fine birds, 
when dusk coming on we turned our faces towards town, 
stopping on our way at the house of Farmer S. to partake 
ot a supper prepared by his excellent housewife. It was 
about nine P. M. wlien we liad all assembled at our head¬ 
quarters and counted up the results of the evening’s shoot. 
The Judge and' E. had seventeen, Col. L., S., and his 
brother had twenty-six, and H. and the writer twenty-four, 
cohsequently my partner and myself led the crowd. After 
consultation in regard to the programme for the next day, 
it was decided that H. and myself should return with our 
farmer to his house for the night, leaving the rest of the 
party in town to make their arrangements in the morning. 
About three A. M. the next morning we were routed out 
to an early breakfast, which was soon dispatched, and the 
team at the door. This time S. concluded to take his little 
boy along to drive and draw the birds as soon as they were 
killed, while he took along “Old Betsey,” just to show tlie 
city chaps that when Betsey spoke a bird was doomed. 
We drove out over the wild rolling prairie as the sun was 
mounting the eastern horizon and commencing to drink up 
the dew which had collected during the shades of night. 
The weather was excessively liot, and great cracks in the 
earth attested to the extreme" dryness which was then pre¬ 
vailing. We were obliged to carry water to quench the 
thirst of otir heated dogs. For about three hours we liad 
good sport, and then we were obliged to leave the field, not 
only on account of the heat, but because Mr. H. must 
reach town in time to take the train for St. Joseph, as he 
had only gone out, as I said before, to get us located. 
When we arrived we found the rest had been driven to 
cover by the intense heat, and learned that in the morning- 
judge IL. and E. had interviewed the section men, ancl 
agreed with them to take them out early on the line of the 
road to a point where they would find plenty of birds. As 
they were behind Col. L. and S. the evening before, they 
had high hopes of getting even, but they were again 
doomed to disappointment, for when they reached a part 
of the'ground they intended to shoot over, having marked 
some birds down there, they were chagrined to find that 
their opponents, who had gone by team, were already on 
the ground and going through the birds at a slashing pace, 
loading tlieir guns, the Judge said, on the run, and scarcely 
stopping to retrive the birds as they fell. 
Mr. IT. taking the train for St. Joseph, we sent by him 
about 150 birds to be put on ice at St. Joseph and forwarded 
to our friends, as II. and myself liad again brought in a 
heavy bag, which was somewhat assisted by “Old Betsey.” 
Although we did not think to mention it, the Judge and 
E. concluded that as my partner was gone, and we had 
been particularly successful, they would go with me, 
so we returned with Farmer S., got our dinner, and about 
four o’clock drove out for tlie evening shoot. We crossed 
and recrossed the old California trail, which, starting from 
St. Joseph, winds its serpentine course away over the roll¬ 
ing plains of Kansas towards the setting sun and the Eldo¬ 
rado of the gold seeker. How, however, the whole thing 
is changed, and the fiery iron horse, with its swiftly mov¬ 
ing train, has taken the place of the long lines of white 
tented wagons which used to drag their weary way along 
this trail towards the Rocky Mountains, many of them 
bearing all the earthly effects of those pioneers who were 
seeking to find in a far distant land the golden grains that 
would make the possessor one of the wealthy men of the 
land, and enable him to enjoy the comforts that such wealth 
brings. In imagination I could see the long line as it. pur¬ 
sued its winding course, leaving a trailing cloud of dust to 
mark its passage—could see the many different faces of the 
pilgrims to the land of promise, some of them showing 
high hopes in the future to come, some turned half wearily 
back towards civilization and home and friends they had 
left, for whose sake they were risking their lives and all. 
Again I could see some vehicle draw aside from the mov¬ 
ing line to deposit by the wayside all that was left of the man¬ 
ly form and aspiring hopes that had left the far off eastern 
home, alas! never to return. All that waiting friends 
would ever hear would be, “died and buried on the road;” 
the last words that trembled from the.whitening lips being 
tlie names of the loved ones at home, no mark being left 
to show the resting place of the • form that was once tlie 
pride and dependence of a happy home. Again could be 
imagined the lone wagon as it moved slowly forward sud¬ 
denly surrounded by the knights of the road—a few pistol 
shots, the shriek of despair, a few dying groans, a hurried 
secretion of the murdered ones, and the team quickly 
driven from the trail and hurried to the retreat of the ban¬ 
ditti. 
The house at which we staid had for a long time been 
tlie headquarters of a daring band that liad been the terror 
of the road, and many a dark deed and wild wassail had 
no doubt been enacted under the very roof where we were 
entertained. The band had flourished for a long time, but 
at last swift vengeance eame, and all but one were found 
either gracing a limb or with a bullet through the head. A 
swift horse saved tlie one, and report says lie still frequents 
his old haunts, but under a strange garb and a different 
name. Although the trail has long been abandoned, its 
course can be marked for miles by the dark, rank vegeta¬ 
tion along its borders, that have been enriched by the bones 
of many a traveller and tlie bodies of many a worn out. 
beast of burthen, and watered by the tears of many a home¬ 
sick one on his onward way, as well as the poor and disap¬ 
pointed ones who were dragging their weary bodies back 
again from whence they started. Alas! how few that trav¬ 
elled that westward road ever obtained the coveted prizes 
and returned to their homes and friends. And how many 
laid themselves down to rest under the golden skies of Cali¬ 
fornia, tlieir ear till yip i 1 gram age o’er, and tlieir weary bodies 
at rest. 
But stop! there are a whole covey of birds dusting- them¬ 
selves in the road, and out we tumble and at them, one or 
two of the party getting a shot before leaving the wagon. 
The days of ’49 and the gold fever are out of our minds 
in a moment. During the evening we had but fair shoot- 
ing, and shortly after dusk we returned to the farm house 
thoroughly tired, and ready to pay our respects to a sub¬ 
stantial supper that was awaiting us. 
The dogs fed and taken care of, the guns 'put away, the 
next day’s work laid out, and three tired fellows' werq 
