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FOREST AND STREAM. 



[Feb. 7, 1884. 



parade my slender stock of Latin I'm sure I cannot tell; but 

 do you suppose that thai old heathen ever camped out and 

 managed to kick his sugar into his cartridges? 



Breakfast is finished; gun, axe. overcoat and bucket each 

 in its appropriate place, and hey for the swift, strong river. 

 The Kelpie floats once more, held only by the tip of the old 

 rock-maple paddle, which lias guided me well in the long- 

 gone years, amid the lonely beauty of the lordly hills, on 

 the flashing foam of the Peruigewasset, and over the treach- 

 erous quicksands and the turbid current of the pestiferous 

 Arkansas. Sow. then, the old Canadian paddle song: 



"Les pommes, les poires, Tarabe. les choux; 



Les feiues. y on a la bas partout." 



Kelpie. 

 Central Lake. ^Michigan. 



BETWEEN THE LAKES. 



Third Paper. 



INCIDENTS OF CAMP LEEE. 



Tl 7 E carried with us during our travels a light hunting 

 f T boat, the Wa Wa, which served us many a good turn. 

 Our Indian boatman, Jim Kishkatog, and his companion, 

 Dan Sky, carried it across to Beaver Lake the first afternoon 

 we reached our camp-ground, and that night they kdled a 

 deer and left with us the saddle, and as long as that lasted 

 the Judge nor the Greek Professor made any special effort to 

 kill another. Indeed, according to the ride of law as laid 

 down by the Judge one evening while sitting around our 

 camp-fire, it would have been inexcusable, to use no harsher 

 term, to kill another deer so long as a supply of steaks was 

 in the cache we had made in the cool sand at the foot of a 

 neighboring pine. "Some writers on sporting craft main- 

 tain that there are two laws," said the Judge, oracularly, 

 as he puffed a cloud of smoke from between his lips and 

 looked upward to the waving tops of the Nbrways, "two 

 laws, the law of the land and the law of the woods. But 

 these writers are guilty of a solecism. There is but one 

 law — the law of the land. The mistake these writers make 

 is in confounding an exception to a law with the law itself. 

 The law is. that no deer shall be kdled in the Upper Penin- 

 sula before the 13th of August. This is the 'law of the 

 woods' as well as the 'law of the land.' And so it is the law 

 that one man shall not kill another. But suppose a 

 man is attacked by his neighbor? He may then kill 

 that neighbor, if it be necessaiy to do so, in order 

 that he may escape with his life, or even to save 

 himself from great bodily harm. The books all lay 

 this down as the rule. Suppose an enraged buck should 

 attack a man and put his life in jeopardy. Might he not 

 kill it and not violate the law in so doing? "Certainly. 

 Every jurist and moralist in the land would so decide; and 

 they would predicate their decision on the necessity of the 

 case. Necessity, then, we may conclude, rises superior to 

 the law, or, to state the case m the language of an old and 

 approved maxim, 'Necessity knows no law.' What state 

 of circumstances or condition of things will amount to 

 necessity may not be so easy to decide in every case. No 

 Legislature by enactment nor any judge by decision has ever 

 undertaken to define this necessity that rises superior to the 

 law. It is like fraud in this respect. Judges and text-book 

 writers scrupulously abstain from defining fraud, lest some 

 rascal will invent a form of fraud that will be outside the 

 scope of the definition. Every individual case must be 

 tested by its own surroundings. What would amount to an 

 overruling necessity in one place, might not in another. 

 Thus, in the settled" parts of the country, a man would not 

 be justified in kilhng a deer in the close season for its meat, 

 because beef, pork or mutton couid be obtained. In the 

 woods, however, it is different. Take our own case for 

 example. We are nineteen miles from the nearest accessible 

 habitation — Munising — and even there the pork is extremely 

 fat and the beef tainted. Surely the necessity of the case 

 would justify us in killing a deer for its meat. I do not 

 remember of "ever seeing a case reported in the books decid- 

 ing this point, nor of a discussion of the question in any of 

 the text books; but any jury of woodsmen would acquit us 

 on the plea of necessity, i am very sure " 



As soon as the Judge had concluded, the Greek Professor 

 rubbed his hands in a pleased manner, and nodding his 

 assent, said that he was "thoroughly convinced" that the 

 argument was sound. "Indeed," said he, "I remember to 

 have read something: similar to it in 'Calvin's Institutes' or 

 'Edwards on the Will/ " he had forgotten which. This 

 cordial approval and reference to those great theologians 

 and controversalists pleased the Judge mightily, and he not 

 only lit a second cigar, but generously extended one to the 

 Greek Professor, though he knew that, gentleman to be un- 

 alterably opposed to smoking. 



As for myself. 1 said nothing, but it occurred to me that 

 while our venison steaks were yet in plenty, both Judge and 

 Greek Professor had each been poking around with gun on 

 shoulder, ready to kill the first deer that showed itself. 

 But our steaks were not only out now, but brook trout had 

 become a little tiresome, and it was decided by the Judge 

 and the Gieek Professor that a clear case of necessity ex- 

 isted, and that we must have a deer at all hazards, and s® 

 we went one night "shining" for one. The Judge greatly 

 deprecated this method of hunting. He said it was "undig- 

 nified and unsportsmanlike." But it was insisted by the 

 Greek Professor that if this were so, yet, as venison was a 

 necessity, we could not be over-particular as to the method 

 adopted"for taking it. 



I shall never forget that first and only night's hunt. As 

 we coasted along the shallow shore, monster pikes and bass, 

 blinded by the light, floundered in the shallow water and 

 rushed terror-stricken to the deeper. From out the dark 

 forest came at intervals, strange, weird sounds of beast or 

 bird, that in spite of me sent the blood flush to my heart, 

 The Judge held the paddle and the Greek Professor the shot- 

 gun, while 1 sat between, with nothing to do but obey my 

 masters for the night and keep still. But I never had such 

 a task imposed upon me before. My throat tickled and 1 

 wanted to cough ; my back itched and I wanted to rub it; my 

 hod 1 Doped and I wanted to shift it. 1 wanted to 



sneeze, to clear my throat, to rest my legs, and although I 

 made no noise whatsoever, ever and anon there came from 

 my two masters in shrill whispers: "Do — keep — still!" 



From safe retreats along shore, unseen deer were heard to 

 Stamp defiantly a snort in terror, but none were seen till a 

 late hour. We had passed the narrow strait connecting 

 Beaver Lake with its west and unnamed neighbor, and were 

 coaBting_ around a mud -bottomed bay covered 'with pond 

 -s I had been studying the heavens in an effort to 

 keep awake. I remember that I counted the stars in 

 the Northern Crown and traced the outlines of the 



Great Serpent, and looked in vain for the 

 fiery Scorpio. Then memory left me, #hd the next 1 

 knew, we were coasting around a little brushy point, and 

 there, close into the shore, stood an astonished deer — cream- 

 colored it seemed to me aud bright-eyed by the lantern's 

 light. I felt the boat leap forward under me, as the Judge 

 gave a strong stroke with his oar, and I held my breath in 

 expectation of seeing a flash and hearing the roar of the death- 

 dealing gun. But I heard nor saw neither. Another stroke, 

 more powerful than the former, shot the boat well up to the 

 bewildered animal. Now, Greek Professor, blaze away! 

 But no, the Judge jabs his oar into the soft mud and gives 

 one more strong push and at the same time he screams 

 "S-b-u-t-e!" The deer gives one or two terror- stricken leaps 

 and disappears in the brush, while the Greek Professor, 

 sweeping the horizon with the muzzle of his gun, fires a 

 tremendous charge toward Arcturus. 



"Darn it!" exclaimed the Judge, as the last echo returned in 

 a whisper from the distant hills. 



"Don't swear, Judge," said the Greek Prof essor, in a tender 

 voice. 



And then the two hunters held a brief consultation, during 

 which the faintest color of recrimination blushed to the sur- 

 face; but it faded away at once, and in the , best of humor 

 we returned to camp. 



It was midnight when we got there, and we were aston- 

 ished to hear voices from the beach. Advancing to the 

 crest of the kill, through the darkness we could see the out- 

 line of a boat and figures moving on the beach. I went 

 down t}ie hill with the lantern and discovered that our vis- 

 itors were Indians. Five men were busy transferring bed- 

 ding from the boat to the beach, and seven muffled women 

 sat squat on the sand in solemn silence. After the bed 

 makers had spread their reed mats on the sand and their 

 blankets on the mats, 1 returned to our tent. Next morning 

 three of the men came up the hill to our camp and we held 

 an interesting pow-wow with them. We learned from them 

 that they were from the Waiska Bay Mission, in the vicinity 

 of the Sault Ste. Marie Kapids, and'were on their way to at- 

 tend a camp-meeting then in progress near Munising. Seven 

 days before they had set sail, but calms and contrary winds 

 had detained them. The day following the meeting was to 

 close, but they hoped to get there in time for the final ex- 

 ercises. 



One of these men, the Bev. Gerrit Smith, a Presbyterian 

 minister, we found quite intelligent. At a former time he 

 had carried the mail along this south shore of Superior and 

 knew the trails as but few, if any, white men knew them. 



Among other things, our visitors told us of a trout stream 

 that entered the lake about three miles, they surmised, east 

 of our camp. "We ate supper there last evening, and my 

 father said there were trouts there," said the Rev. Smith. 

 We had noticed on the map that a stream entered the lake 

 below our camp and had talked some of making it a visit; 

 and now, when we were told that it was a trout stream, wc 

 determined to go the first convenient day, and that day hap- 

 pened to be the Fourth of July. Early that morning we 

 were awakened by a faraway boom, and we said, "That's 

 thunder: it's going to rain." Boom followed boom, and 

 although a dense fog enveloped the lake, we soon saw from 

 the regularity with which the sounds came that gunpowder 

 and not electricity was the -cause. The Munisingers were, 

 as we afterward learned, giving vent to their patriotism by 

 anvd firing. Providing ourselves with a good lunch, at an 

 early hour we set forth on our journey. Our path was the 

 wet sand along the beach, and we found it very slavish 

 walking. The Greek Professor, a spry, short-legged, am- 

 bitious man, put the Judge and me on our mettle that day. 

 The former, with his 220 pounds, plunged along like a porpoise 

 in a rolling sea, and every tew rods he took off his hat and 

 mopped his forehead. His spectacles gave him great 

 trouble, for the fog covered them with a mist, and he was 

 compelled to frequently stop and cleanse them of it. I yet 

 remember the quavering feeling in my rather slender legs 

 as I footed it along in the yielding sand, in the wake of my 

 rolling, puffing legal friend, and in sight of the ghostly- 

 locking outline of the sturdy little Greek Professor. 



Many articles we passed on the beach that morning remind- 

 ing us of the dangerous navigation sometimes experienced 

 on these shores. The w T reck of a yawl some one had propped 

 up against the bank. An oyster can, unbroken and con- 

 taining its original contents, lay at the water's edge. A 

 broken mast was half buried in the sand, and countless 

 broken bits of boats' furniture told of past wreck and ruin. 

 As the day advanced, the anvd firing at Munising ceased, 

 but the fog increased. It rolled landward in great clouds. 

 Twenty yards off my companions resembled specters, and 

 seemingly from near at hand, but out of sight, came in quick 

 succession shrill whistling from a steamer uncertain of her 

 way. Once we stopped to inspect a hedge hog that we came 

 across gnawing at a castaway pork barrel. The Greek Pro- 

 fessor upended the barrel with the beast in it, and then 

 quoted a strophe from a Greek poem at him, after which 

 the Jndge, not to he outdone, pelted him with some law 

 Latin and, turning the barrel down again, he left the ugly 

 creature to suck salt and comfort out of his barrel as best he 

 could. 



At the end of an hour we sat down on a log to rest and, 

 after a few moments spent guessing how far we had come 

 and how far to go, we resumed our journey. At the end of 

 a twenty-five minutes' brisk walk the Greek Professor sud- 

 denly asked, "Where's the lunch bucket?" 



Then the look that overspiead the Judge's face was worth 

 seeing. He had assumed the care of that indispensable part 

 of our impedimenta, and had left it at the log where we had 

 rested. "Darn it !" said he, and dropping his gun and his 

 rod, he went back for the truant lunch. The Greek Pro- 

 fessor and I went on and soon came to the creek, where we 

 sat down and listened to the whistle of the befogged steamer. 

 The Judge presently came rolling up with the unlucky lunch, 

 and after a brief "resting spell, we left the lake shore and 

 ascended the creek, fishing as we went. A few hundred 

 yards up we found the winding stream abounding in beauti- 

 ful woodland views. Its sparkling and cool waters flowed 

 between not overly high, but well-rounded wooded hills, 

 that in places came close to the creek's margin. Plots of 

 blue violets grew in sunlit spots, and clusters of delicate 

 ferns waved in the little damp nooks set in the hollow sides 

 of the hills'. Moccasin flowers grew here and there upon the 

 hillsides, and under the hemlocks on the hilltops, the Indian 

 pipe, that beautiful waxen looking flower, was seen. The 

 sun came out while we were on the stream, and its rays 

 struggling through the thick foliage above, dappled 

 the pools and illuminated the beaded ripples. Golden robins 

 from the leafy coverts vied with each other in piping their 

 most musical lavs, and a cock grouse, alarmed at our too 

 near approach, on swift and thunderous wing disappeared in 



the green woods. Seldom have I seen forest and stream pre- 

 sent so much of wild beauty. And then, under the shelving 

 rocks and logs and in the deep pools, trout of good size and 

 rich in their coloring and gamy to the last, took the hook 

 freely. But ala.s! This wilderness, the true home of water 

 nymphs and dryads, was likewise the home of myriads of 

 mosquitoes and "no-see-'ems," and their persistent and savage 

 onslaughts drove us back to the lake shore, where we soon 

 forgot the rippling waters and flower-covered hdlsides and 

 leafy woods aid forest sprites, over a birch bark platter of 

 freshly broiled trout. 



The fog fitting in the afternoon, we saw a few miles down 

 the lake, a steamer apparently anchored near the shore, 

 which we subsequently learned was the same one that 

 sounded the alarm whistle all morning, and thatithad ended 

 its career that same morning by blindly running upon a 

 ledge, of rocks and breaking in two. We also learned that 

 the creek visited was kuow T n as "Seven Mile Creek," so 

 called because it was seven miles from the Ahmeek-we-se-pe. 



We had walked that day not less than sixteen miles (the 

 Judge more than that), and for a man who a few" weeks be- 

 fore had been doctoring for a "lump in his throat" and for 

 one who, as the old weak-minded mendicant in the "Hoosier 

 School Master" was wont to say of himself, had "rater head," 

 the walk was a pretty good one. But a good many far more 

 laborious than that we took while between the lakes, and 

 we fouud ourselves daily growing stronger for the exercise. 

 The Greek Professor and I were agreeably surprised to find 

 the atmosphere of the region so invigorating and healthful. 

 It was bracing at all times and in all places. Tbe Lpper 

 Peninsula lies wholly between the forty-sixth and forty- 

 seventh degrees, the same latitude as at Quebec, but owing 

 to its lake surroundings the average of temperature during 

 the summer months— June, July and August— is 57" to 68 G 

 at Quebec, 11° difference. With Lake Superior, 460 miles 

 long, arxl nearly or quite 150 miles between its north and 

 south shores opposite two-thirds of the western part of the 

 Peninsula, with its waters deeper by a hundred feet than any 

 other of the great lakes, and cold as spring water the sum- 

 mer through, and with the prevalent winds of the Peninsula 

 blowing from off this great cold water sea, it is easy to un- 

 derstand whence comes the delightfully cool, pleasant and 

 invigorating, summer clim ate. 



All the south shore of the lake, from Kewena Point down 

 well on to Whitefish Point, three hundred miles or more, 

 presents almost a continuous succession of healthful sites for 

 summer resoits. In accordance with the fashion of to-day, 

 thousands of summer tourists visit the northern parts of the 

 Lower Peniusula, a region possessing a climate so delightful 

 and healthful as compared with the climate of the great corn 

 regions in the Mississippi Valley, that the denizens of that 

 valley who go there think they have breathed the most salu- 

 brious air in the world. But the Upper Peninsula, when it 

 comes to be known as well as the Lower, which it will when 

 it gets a little more out of the woods and bas its comfortable 

 hotels, wdl present attractions so superior to the Lower, that 

 1 venture to guess that it will draw the great majority of 

 Western summer travelers to it. 



In the meantime we 



"* * who love the haunts of nature, 

 Love the sunshine in the meadows, 

 Love the shadows in the forests. 

 Love the wind among: the branches," 



will set our tents by the "pleasant water courses" of this new 

 land, where we will "get the odors of the forest," breathe 

 its unpolluted air, and beguile with hackle or gentle its un- 

 sophisticated trout. D. D. Banta. 



LIFE AMONG THE BLACKFEET. 



BY J. WILLARD SCT1ULTZ. 



Eleventh Paper— Folk-Lore. 



THE OLD MAN MEETS A WONDERFUL BIRD. 



A S the Old Man was walking in the woods one day he 

 J\. saw something very queer. A bird was sitting on the 

 limb of a tree making a peculiar noise, and every time it 

 made this noise its eyes would go out of its head and fasten 

 on the tree, then it would make another kind of a noise and 

 its eyes would go back to their place. - 



"Little Brother," cried the Old Man, "teach me how to 

 do that." 



"If 1 show you how to do that," replied the bird, "you 

 must never let your eyes go out more than three times a 

 day, for if you do, youwill be very sorry." 



When tl.:e bird had taught the Old Man the trick he was 

 very glad, and did it three times, then he stopped. "That 

 bird has no sense," he said, "what did he tell me to do it 

 only three times lor? I'll do it again, anyhow." So he 

 made his eves go out a fourth time, but alas! he could not 

 call them back again. Then he cried to the bird: "Oh, 

 Little Brother !"e"ome help me get back my eyes." But the 

 little bird did not answer him* It had flown away. The 

 Old Man felt all over the trees with his hands but he couldn't 

 get his eyes, and he wandered all over crying and calling 

 the animals to help him. A wolf had much tun with him. 

 The wolf had fouud a dead buffalo, and taking a piece of 

 the meat which smelled. lie would hold it close to the Old 

 Man's nose, then the Old Man would say, "1 smell something 

 dead," and he would grope all around in hopes to find it. 

 Once when the wolf was doing thisrthe Old Man caught 

 him. and plucking out one of its eyes put it in his own head, 

 then he was able to find his own eyes, but he could do the 

 trick the little bird taught him no more. 



Moral: Do as you are told. 



TJTE OLD MAX RUNS A RACE. 



One day the Old Man killed a jack rabbit and quickly 



built a fire to roast it on. Far off a coyote smelled the cook- 

 ing, and coming up limping very badly, holding up one of 

 his paws, he said : "Old Man! Old Man! Give me a little. 

 I am verv hungry.'' 



Then the Old Man said to him: "Go away ^ If you are too 

 lazy to catch your eating I will not feed you." 



"My leg is broken," said the coyote. "I can't run. lam 

 very hungry." 



"'Go away," said the Old Man; 'Twill not feed you." 



Then the"coyote limped away. Pretty soon he came back 

 again and askc"d for only one leg of the rabbit. 



"Here," said the Old Man, "do you see that butte way over 

 there'.' Let's run a race to that butte, and whoever gets there 

 first will have the rabbit." 



"All right," said the coyote. So they started. The Old 

 Man ran very fast, and the coyote limped along after him. 

 But when they had got close to the butte the coyote turned 

 round and ran back very fast, for he was not lame at all. 



