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J VOL. XXIX-No. 5. 



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CONTENTS. 



Editorial. 



The Latest "Indian War." 



Mr. Williams Slays a Moose. 



A Life of Usefulness. 



Esoc Quet. 



Spencer F. Baird. 

 The Sportsman Totjrst. 



Origin of the Medicine Lodge. 



A Trip to Mt. Mitchell. 

 Natural History. 



A Chapter on Pterylography. 



Hummingbird and Sparrow. 



Unusual Nesting ^ites of Birds 

 Game Bag and Gun. 



A Michigan Wild Turkey. 



French Ways. 



Sniping on Shinnecock Bay. 



Ducking Methods. 



A Blacktail. 



Game in the Park. 

 Camp-Fire Flickerings. 

 Sea and River Fishing. 



Moosehead in Fly Time.— n. 



The Amateur Fisherman. 



The Largest Black Bass. 



Sea and Riter Fkhing. 

 A War Story. 



FlSHCULTURE. 



State Fish Commissioners. 

 The Kennel. 



The Hillside Kennels. 



Spaniels for Bench and Field. 



Beagles for Bench and Field. 



Kennel Management. 



Kennel Notes. 

 Rifle and Trap Shooting. 



American Riflemen Abroad. 



Range and Gallery. 



Pennsylvania Militia. 



The Trap. 



A Veteran Trap-Shot. 

 Canoeing. 



The A. C. A. Meet. 



Northern Division Meet. 

 Yachting. 



Cruise of the New York Y. C. 



Thistle's Proportions. 



Halifax Jubilee Races. 



Pappoose Wins Again. 

 Answers to Correspondents. 



MB. WILLIAMS SLAYS A MOOSE. 



ANOTHER aspirant for huntsman's glory has come to 

 the front in the person of one D. J. Williams, of 

 Little Falls, N. Y, Mr. Williams has long chafed under 

 the humiliating thought that his name and fame were 

 unknown outside of his own town, save when appended 

 to advertisements of bargains in dry goods, printed in the 

 Herkimer county journals, and this year he undertook a 

 long journey in quest of some worthy object on which to 

 display his valor and establish his claim to wider renown. 

 Returning in triumph and bearing with him the trophies 

 of his gest, he hied him (a hunter always hies himself) to 

 the office of the local journal and in due time beheld his 

 name in print and his exploit heralded in glowing lan- 

 guage. 



Mr. Williams killed a moose. As the editor of the Lit- 

 tle Falls Times puts it, he "made a record." It was on 

 the grounds of the Dwight-Winian Club, two hundred 

 miles north of Toronto, in Ontario; and it all happened in 

 August. "Our Hunters," the Times editor heads his 

 account, and between the lines one may detect an earnest 

 striving to report the feat in heroic diction befitting such 

 a glorious deed, with an equal effort to tickle the vanity of 

 Williams, whose advertising card of drygoods is by no 

 means to be despised by the thrif ty newspaper man. Here 

 is the exciting recital: 



He first saw the animal standing along the shore about one mile 

 off, and started off in that direction with his gun, accompanied by 

 the guide. When about half a mile from the four-footed beast a 

 shot was fired which took effect. The moose started away slowly, 

 but was easily followed by a trail of blood. Suddenly Mr. Wil- 

 liams surprised the moose by approaching too near. Its hair along 

 the spine began to erect itself and curl forward, its ears to lie 

 straight back and its eyes grew green and glassy; then, quicker 

 than a flash, it swung on its hind legs like a pivot and ready for 

 an attack. Mr. Williams was somewhat surprised to see the 

 animal so large and was a little alarmed at its actions, when the 

 guide shouted to aim for its eyes and fire. Mr. Williams never 

 having fired off agun before, and thinking that it would not make 

 much difference whether he aimed very accurately or not, pointed 

 the rifle in the direction of the moose in a careless manner and 

 fired. Simultaneously with the report of the gun the animal fell i 

 the charge having taken effect in the windpipe. Provision was 

 getting low and the meat was much relished by the party. It 

 weighed l,2001bs. and had attained a height of over six feet at the 

 foreshoulders. Mr. Williams has suddenly grown famous among 

 sportsmen here, that have been, some of them, for the past 

 twenty-five years in the North Woods hunting moose, and within 



all that period never having seen one. This animal is almost ex- 

 tinct in this State and very scarce in Canada. Mr. Williams will 

 have the head preserved, which will be presented to the Astoroga 

 Club of this village. 



Not every man in this world of unequal blessings, 

 where hunters are so many and moose so few, can thus 

 at one pull of the trigger bring to earth the bristling- 

 maned monarch of the wildwood and cover himself 

 with glory as with a garment. It was one chance in a 

 lifetime, and D. J. Williams was not the man, in this 

 supreme moment, to stay his hand, because hindered by 

 any such consideration as that the law of the country he 

 was visiting forbade moose killing save only between 

 October 15 and December 1. Such foolish notions might 

 do for your "sportsman," but for the law-respecting 

 proclivities of sportsmen, in the genuine sense, Mr. D. J. 

 Williams has only contempt ; nothing of that sort should 

 stand between him and his moose and the fame he 

 already saw as his own when the Herald editor should 

 chronicle the exploit. 



The Dwight-Wiman Club and the Ontario authorities 

 are concerned in this matter, the club, because a man 

 who was presumably one of its guests, while enjoying its 

 hospitalities violated the law for which it ought to be the 

 aim of the club to claim respect from its guests; the 

 authorities, because this Little Falls man is liable to a 

 fine of $50, which he ought to be made to pay into the 

 treasury if he ever sets foot in the Dominion again. He 

 will, of course, not mind a little sum like this, for what 

 ) in comparison with the value of this renown earned 

 by D. J. Williams, one of "our hunters." 



THE LATEST "INDIAN WAR." 



SO FAR as can be gathered from the despatches from 

 Meeker, Colorado, the sheriff of the county has in- 

 volved the State in a trouble which cannot fail to be very 

 expensive and very disgraceful, and which may cost 

 many lives. The threatened war with the White River 

 and Uintah Utes seems to have had its origin in the 

 thievishness of one or two white men, and the rashness 

 and stupidity of Sheriff Kendall. As for the Indians, 

 they do not at all understand what the trouble is about. 



Notwithstanding the blood-curdling accounts of danger 

 which were at first telegraphed to the East, it does not 

 appear that there has been any serious collision between 

 the whites and the Utes, nor has a single white man been 

 hurt, except a valiant militiaman who fell into a hole in 

 the ground a hundred miles or two from the seat of the 

 war and broke his leg. Three Indians have been wounded. 

 And yet the papers talk about the "uprising of the Utes." 



The trouble between the Utes and the whites seems to 

 have had its origin in nothing more important than a 

 horse race and the dishonesty of some white men. The 

 story that is told of the beginning of the quarrel is that 

 it is the outgrowth of a horserace which was run between 

 the Utes and some white men several weeks ago. The 

 Utes, as is well known, have good horses, many of which 

 come to them in the way of trade with the Nava joes, and 

 Colorado and his band are said to be particularly well 

 provided with fast running horses. Like all Indians, 

 they are fond of horse racing and will stake their last 

 buckskin or their last blanket on the speed of their favor- 

 ite horse. They are pretty sure to be successful, too, 

 when they are racing with white men, and nothing pleases 

 them better than to win a race which the whites are con- 

 fident is theirs. It is a common thing for white men on 

 the border to import horses which have a considerable in. 

 fusion of thoroughbred blood in their veins for the pur- 

 pose of beating an Indian "crack." It is stated that this 

 was done in the present case, and that besides all the out- 

 side bets made, the horses which were to run were put 

 up in the stakes. As is often the case in such matters, 

 the project of the white men lacked one essential feature 

 of success. Their horse did not run fast enough, and was 

 beaten by the Ute pony, whose owner, of course, claimed 

 the stakes. The white men, however, declined to give up 

 the racer and some other horses they had lost, and the re- 

 sult was that at night the Indians broke into the white 

 men's corral, and taking the horses they had won made 

 off with them. Then the same white men went before 

 the Grand Jury at Meeker and had the Indians arrested 

 for horse stealing. They resisted when the Sheriff pro- 

 ceeded to serve the capiases, and hence the Ute "upris- 

 ing." 



The war, so called, seems to be only a bullying 

 attempt to save to a lot of gamblers the stakes which 

 they lost with their eyes open. The precipitancy of 



Sheriff Kendall when he attempted to arrest his men 

 caused a number of shots to be fired, and ever since then 

 there has been a wild hullabaloo in Colorado about the 

 Ute war." It is stated that the trouble so far has cost 

 the State of Colorado $100,000, and it is quite possible 

 that if matters are left in charge of the hot-headed and 

 inexperienced persons who are now in command, many 

 ives will be lost. This will be rather a dear price to have 

 paid for the rescuing of a few hundred dollar©' worth of 

 horses, belonging to a gambler. 



For many years it was the boast of the Utes that they 

 had never shed a white man's blood, and this was true up 

 to 1879. The Utes can fight, and if too hardly pressed 

 they will do so, and so far as can be gathered from the 

 news received from the front, Sheriff Kendall will b9 re- 

 sponsible for every drop of blood shed in the war that may 

 ensue. 



From a knowledge of the Utes extending over many 

 years, acquired by long residence in their camps, we have 

 no hesitation in declaring that it would have been a per- 

 fectly easy matter for the Sheriff to have gone without 

 arms and accompanied only by an interpreter into the 

 Ute camp and to have returned with the indicted men or 

 the horses. This we would have undertaken to do. In- 

 stead of pursuing such a course the Sheriff proceeded to 

 frighten the Indians out of their wits by "holding them 

 up." In the alarm a few shots were fired and three 

 Indians wounded. Hinc illce lachrymce. 



A LIFE OF USEFULNESS. 



THE death of Spencer F. Baird has brought to its close 

 a career of great achievements in practical scientific 

 enterprise. Professor Baird had a genius for hard work. 

 The full magnitude of his labors can never be adequately 

 appreciated by the public. Some hints of what was 

 demanded of the man and what he actually ac- 

 complished may be found in the reports of the 

 Smithsonian and the Fish Commission, the complex in- 

 stitutions over which he presided with such rare ability, 

 devotion and honesty of purpose. To his guidance is due 

 the rapid development of the Smithsonian Institution, the 

 founding of the National Museum, and the success of 

 the United States Fish Commission. Distinguished at 

 home and abroad as a scientist, he has also left behind 

 him a shining record by his wise administration of the 

 vast appropriations intrusted to him by Congress for the 

 prosecution of the work of fishculture. In Professor 

 Baird's ability and integrity Congress and the Execu- 

 tive Department of the Government had the most 

 implicit confidence, and it was a trust which 

 he held with scrupulous and conscientious regard. 

 So sensitive was he in this respect that the suspicion 

 oast upon the administration of the funds of his office by 

 a sensation mongering newspaper is said to have 

 preyed upon his mind and actually shortened his life. 



As a scientist, an officer of the Government, an un- 

 selfish patriot, and a man, Spencer F. Baird has won for 

 himself an assured place among the men of his time. 



ESOC QUET. 



A PARTY of American and English sportsmen, con- 

 sisting of Gen. Rodney C. Ward, Judge Gildersleeve, 

 Chauncey Marshall, Eugene Underbill, Wakeman Holber- 

 ton, Col. William Hester, Murray Boocock, George C. 

 Masters and Dr. C. M. Hoagland, have left New York 

 for a rich claim, staked out by them in the Northwest, 

 where big game and fish of unprecedented quality and 

 abundance are said to be awaiting their coming. The 

 exact spot was selected after months of inquiry, corres- 

 pondence, study of surveys and cross-examinations of 

 Western hunters; and each individual member was sworn 

 to secrepy as to the party's destination. A reporter in- 

 quired the location the other day and the reply was "Esoc 

 Quet." These words appear in the New York Times of 

 yesterday, and it is clear that the reporter took them to 

 be the name of the place to which the party has set out, 

 for the Times says that they are going "to Esoc Quet, a 

 wild spot in Idaho." Now, Esoc Quet is not a geographi- 

 cal appellation. It is an Indian phrase, of the Kalispel 

 dialect, meaning "What are you giving us?" or as some 

 authorities translate it, "Come off the roof, cully." As 

 used by the member of the party interviewed by the 

 Times reporter, it was evidently adopted as a polite way 

 of saying: "Go to. Do you think we are giving this thing 

 away? Not much. It has cost us time and money to 

 discover this bonanza, and we don't propose to find some- 

 body else's tin cans on the stumps when we get there." 



