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FOREST AND STREAM. 



[Oct. 31, 1S93. 



and a little later the new chief, with a covetous smUe vis- 

 ible in the moonlight, lifted me from my resting place. 

 Quickly filling the hole that he had dug, he returned to 

 his home where poor Kakola sat disconsolate. His cousin's 

 wife and his cousin's favorite weapon were now the 

 property of the new chief. 



Affairs went along quietly enough for a while in the 

 tribe, but a storm was brewing. The sole survivor of the 

 warriors attacked upon the river had wasted no time in 

 returning to his people, a powerful tribe Uvuig to the 

 north, by the sea. At once a large force had been organ- 

 ized, which, marching over to the river, was joined by 

 many allies from friendly villages on the banks, where 

 canoes were provided for the journey up the stream. 



TJie island of which my new owner was chief was safe 

 from surprise in the portions surroimded by the lake, and 

 by the broad stream running into the lake beyond; but on 

 the west a narrow and winding creek alone divided it 

 from the mainland, which in that place was densely 

 wooded. 



Late one night, without sound of warning, a great cry 

 arose from the woods, mingled with the shrieks of our 

 women and children. The foe was among ns. Rallying 

 almost immediately, the chief and the fighting men of 

 the village fell furiously upon . the attackmg party, but 

 were driven by degrees to the Taurial mound, and into the 

 surrounding swamp. The chief's lance was broken and 

 of his arrows the one of which I formed the head alone 

 remained; while the supply of missiles among his warriors 

 was almost exhausted. The chief of the attacking forces, 

 lance in hand and heading his braves, charged upon the 

 party on the mound. The braves behind us began to 

 waver, and a stampede was imminent, when my owner 

 fitted me to his bow, and exerting all his force, loosened 

 his grasp on the string. Away I flew through the air, 

 then all was darkness. Reeling back, the chief of the in- 

 vading forces, with me buried in his chest, fell heavily to 

 the ground. Panic seized his followers. Hastening to 

 the water, bearing their disabled leader, they leaped into 

 the canoes and swiftly paddled away. 



I next saw the fight when, having an-ived at their vil- 

 lage, the medicine man, pulling with all his force, with- 

 drew me from the body of the wounded chief. My new 

 home was by the sea, and for full a hundred summers, 

 descending from father to son, I remained with the tribe 

 by the ocean. The people lived mainly upon oysters and 

 fish, cannibalism being unknown to them. Their scrapers 

 for removing the fat from skins were of sheU, while 

 piercing implements for all uses save war were made 

 from the inside of the conch. They, too, had great heaps 

 of shell near their villages, but with them the oyster and 

 clam took the place of the periwinkle and mussel. 



One day a wonderful thing was seen. Far out at sea 

 enormous canoes with wings were descried moving 

 toward the town, and were observed to stop at a distance 

 from the shore. From them came many smaller canoes, 

 filled with men of the most wonderful description.* 

 Their faces were white, and many wore garments of a 

 polished stone which they call steel, their weapons being 

 of the same material. Some carried tubes from which 

 came lightning and thunder and hailstones that gave 

 death to, those they touched. Rumors of such people had 

 reach«djis long before, and in fact, it was reported tliat 

 wh'6nnien had for a short time been living near the great 

 rivis buear the point where it entered the sea. f 



Our people and the new comers soon made friends, and 

 land was ^ven the white men upon which to build a 

 town, our people in return receiving many presents of a 

 nature quite new to them. My owner, who had ceded to 

 them the town, which they named St. Augustine, became 

 an object of envy to all the braves. Around his neck he 

 now wore a string of beads made of silver, as the strangers 

 called it, and from it hung a round charm of yellow gold. 

 This gold piece they called money, and it bore the like- 

 ness of their great chief beyond the sea. 



The leader of these white men was named Menendez, 

 and they all came of a race called Spaniards. One day 

 great preparations were begun, and I learned that an ex- 

 pedition was on foot to attack the white men on the river. 

 These white men, though they worshipped the same great 

 spirit as the people of Menendez, differed someAvhat in the 

 form of worship, and hence the Spaniards wished to kill 

 them. Crossing swiftly to Fort Caroline on the River 

 May, or St. John's, as it is now called, Menendez with his 

 men surprised the fort, and putting nearly all of its de- 

 fenders to the sword, speedily returned to St. Augustine. 

 After this the Spaniards had full control. 



They now began to abuse the chief, my owner and his 

 people, and by harsh treatment gained their enmity, 

 though for a time they suffered in silence. Our tribe 

 even moved away, settling in new quarters on the coast, 

 not far from where the great river flows into the ocean. 

 But the time of vengeance was at hand. One day three 

 ships, as the winged canoes were called, arrived, and 

 from them landed many men like those slaughtered by 

 the Spaniards, under a gallant leader. $ The great chief 

 of these people, I heard it said, being of the same religion 

 as the Spaniards, had not taken amiss the slaughter of 

 his heretical subjects, and had turned a deaf ear to the 

 cries for vengeance that arose from the widows and 

 orphans of the murdered men, and from so many of his 

 nation. Such being the case, the noble-hearted French- 

 man had taken it upon himself to avenge his country- ' 

 men. Joined by the Indians, who were now panting for 

 revenge, he attacked and took the Spanish fort. Many 

 of the defenders were slain, while those who surrendered 

 were put to death. And as the Spaniards had posted an 

 inscription to the effect that they had slain the prisoners 

 "not as Frenchmen but as Lutherans," so the French 

 leader, de Oourgues, explained that his reprisals were 

 not on Spaniards but on murderers. 



In the attacJi on the fort the chief received a mortal 

 wound in a hand-to-hand conflict with a gigantic 

 Spaniard, upon whose breast-plate his lance-head was 

 shivered. He lived only long enough to receive the 

 thanks of his allies before their departure for their home 

 beyond the sea. 



I was buried with him, lying on his breast, with the 

 ornaments of silver and the talisman of gold. This time 

 I had a long, long sleep, over three hundred summers I 

 liave since learned, but at length a time of waking came. 

 One day I heard the sound of digging, then of voices, and 

 soon the sunlight, from which I had been so long hidden, 

 burst in upon me. In a trench dug in from the sloping 



*Iiauding of the Spaniard, Meaeiidci:, 1565. 



t TiiK French UugueiioLs at Fort Caroline on the St. John's River. 

 ^Dorainic de Gourgues, ie68. 



side of the mound, upon the surface of which great live 

 oaks were now growing, stood two men, one much lighter 

 than any Spaniard, the other darker by far than the 

 jjeople among whom I had passed so long a time, and 

 with clothing differing greatly from that of the whites 

 whom I had seen before my burial. 



When he saw me, the white man eagerly picked me tip 

 exclaiming, "Look, Zeke, hei'e's a fine, large arrow-head," 

 and held me out for the inspection of the black man, who, 

 with an indifferent "Yes, sah, I reckon hit are," resumed 

 his digging. 



Many of the chief's bones had crumbled away, but such 

 as remained were carefully removed .from the sand, 

 packed in moss and sent, with others from the mound, to 

 a large btiilding in a city far away to the north, where it 

 seems such things are kept, and where many people in 

 queer costumes, some wearing before their eyes oval pieces 

 of glass, which I take to be charms, come and gaze down 

 upon me as I lie in my case. But alas, no notice sets forth 

 my ancient race, or mentions the chieftains I have served 

 so well, or the strange things that I have seen. I lie upon 

 a plain white card bearing only the words: 



: FOUND WITH SKELETON 6. : 



THE AUTUMN FEVER. 



Day before yesterday I was standing in front of the 

 hotel at a little town on the Missouri, when a covered 

 wagon stopped in front of the opposite store and began 

 taking on part of an outfit. On the wagon cover was 

 painted "Cherokee Strip or Burst." Behind the wagon 

 was tied a white bulldog and a sorrel mare in a blanket, 

 evidently the running horse that was to do the racing on 

 the opening day. I soon saw that about all the adven- 

 turesome young men in town belonged to the outfit. 

 They had two covered wagons and about six riding horses 

 besides the runner before mentioned. They were going for 

 a lark and I envied them their trip. There was a good 

 deal of lively talk with those left behind. One young fel- 

 low called out to a blushing young lady as the ferryboat 

 pushed off: 



"If you see my girl teU her to take good care of herself 

 while I'm gone. 

 "Where will I find her?" 



"Oh, just inquii-e around. Most anybody can tell you 

 who she is." 



"Have you any other message for her?" 



"Yes, teU her I'll be back all right and do what I said I 

 would." 



Another older member of the crew was called out to in 

 a jeering way by some man on shore. 



"That's all right," he replied, "but say, if your wife 

 seems to grieve from now on don't be surprised. In fact, 

 I shouldn't wonder if she left here in about two or three 

 days now." 



An old darky hobbled to the river bank about the last 

 thing with a basket filled with divers jars of preserves and 

 pickles, a parting message from some fond mother. You 

 could tell they had not made such a trip before from the 

 way they had their wagon loaded — one of them, at least. 



When I came back to the city and was waiting in the 

 depot for my suburban train, I got talking with a man 

 from Coffeyville, Kas. After a while we drifted around 

 to hunting, and he said with a twinkle in his eyes that 

 showed his love for the chase, "Of course I don't know 

 you, but ef you're just the right kind of a fellow and you 

 come out there I'U show you some orful good shootin'. 

 * * " Oh, yes," as the talk progressed, "we got plenty 

 of good tough horses. Our ranch in the Nation is just in 

 easy riding distance. " * * * 



"Them Dalton boys 'r' orful good with a rifle. You 

 know Bob, the murderous scoundrel, he did nearly all 

 that killin', and he shot all the time from his hip. End 

 he ne'er missed." 



Little fishes! Think of getting into a fracas with a man 

 who didn't even have to take aim, but could just hold the 

 gun at his side and when he pulled the trigger knew it 

 was going to hit you. 



Btit that is neither here nor there. I don't know just 

 exactly what is either. Only that Cherokee Strip outfit 

 and this encounter in the depot and the talks of the 

 chickens and deer and turkeys makes my trigger finger 

 sort of feverish and my scrawny little legs itch to get 

 straddle of a cow pony. 



This autumn fever! I suppose the better part of the 

 Anglo-Saxon race gets it about this time. Those big 

 wooden stirrups, and the neat little horses that are never 

 gun-shy! Geobge Kennedy. 



AMONG THE PINES. 



The opening of the season found me in northern Ver- 

 mont. Here is a veritable sportsman's paradise, Cover 

 is abundant, consisting mainly of pine, interspersed with 

 hemlock, bu-ch and oak. The surface of the country is 

 quite uneven, cut up by many ravines well hidden under 

 the pines, the most selected recesses of which, with their 

 sombre shades and soft carpet of brown, are the favorite 

 haunts of the ruffed grouse. 



A blessing, indeed, to the overworked toiler at the desk 

 are these weird nooks and the saucy feathei-ed game that 

 dwells therein. What a source of recujjeration for the 

 Aveary brain is to be found in the ijtire air, the happy sun- 

 shine, the restful .soughing of the pines. 



A glorious time we had of it, my faithful spaniel and I. 

 Now stopping to admire a bit of scenery, or a giant tree, 

 the growth of a century, now hastening after an old cock 

 grouse, a wild and wily fellow, who had completely out- 

 witted ns at first attack. Up and down w^e went, along 

 deserted wood roads and forgotten paths, as chance or 

 inclination might direct, until the shades of evening 

 warned us that we must hasten homeward, that another 

 happy day afield was ended; destined long, however, to 

 live in memory. B, 



Sebois Spoi-tsman's Iiodge. 



Patten, Maine, Oct. 8,— One day last week J. D, Cooper 

 of Patten, left this place for a day's hunt in the woods at 

 '7 A. M., and returned at 3 P, M.; having killed on his 

 trip one moose, two deer, one fox and six partridges. 

 This is a record to beat. Gr. Wm. Cooper. 



A MAN lately caught a big black snake under a pile of cord-wood on 

 Mount Tom which was 9ft. long. It had 5 red squirrels ia i® stomach. 

 He took tiie \vhole family.— C.H. 



THE SAGINAW CROWD. 



Pilgrimage of 1.892,-11. 



(Continued from page 3160 



Jack went off over the hill after grouse, and our eai'ly 

 start for the afternoon was a failure on account of his 

 prolonged absence. We did at last get under way af tel" 

 bidding the boys good-bye, for we were bound to be in 

 camp on the Little Missouri that night. The distance was 

 variously estimated at anywhere from fifteen to twenty- 

 five miles. The Kid and Paddock made a mistake and 

 took the wrong road, which delayed us another half hour. 

 Pulling back across the country behind the "lone corral" 

 wo gained the right road, but it was nearly half -past two 

 o'clock before we were straightened out, and then we 

 were only two miles from the ranch. The Kid had told 

 us about an antelope buck that seemed to make his home 

 around this corral; and sure-enough there he stood on the 

 hill to the right. As we came in sight he bounded away 

 like the wand, and after that kept a good distance from 

 us. The only otlier opportunity we had whereby we were 

 in reasonable distance of shooting antelope was some 

 hours later, when we came to the pitch of a small rise in 

 the ground, and in the vaUey below us not twenty rods 

 away stood an antelope with head thrown back looking 

 at us. Instantly, though, he was in motion; and how 

 they can fly when they set out to do it. Before we could 

 throw a shell into the chamber and jump out of the wagon 

 he seemed to be a half mile away; and though we cracked 

 away at him two or three times we failed to bowl him 

 over. 



The buckboard continued in the lead, and looking back 

 with the glass we could see that the large wagon had 

 stopped for something or other, and then we saw them 

 working at the wheel; and when they did finally overtake 

 us at night time, they related that the box in one of the 

 wheels had become loose, and it looked as if they were 

 destined to leave the wagon there; but Jack, with an ax 

 and one of his sharpened knives, succeeded in wedging it 

 in place in a most artistic manner, and as is always the 

 case, when it was fixed it was better than in the first 

 place. We had no more trouble with a loose box on the 

 entire ti-ip. When we saw they were ready to proceed we 

 drove on, and by this time the trail had become very in- 

 distinct, for the'only travel over it is the outfit from X.'s, 

 and they don't use it often. 



A branching road creates indecision in our minds as to 

 which one to take; the cotmtry looked the same in every 

 direction, and one road seemed to be traveled as much as 

 another. One turned to tlie north, the other to the west. 

 There was but one jjoint that we knew of where we could 

 descend to the bottom lands of the river from the high 

 breaks of the plateau. To miss that meant that we have 

 to camp without water and on uncertain ground. There 

 seemed to be landmarks that were familiar, and though I 

 had been over tho road merely going and coming once, 

 and that years before, yet I was quite positive that the 

 road to the left was the one we should take. There was 

 no use hesitating; Paddock knewnomore than we did; so, 

 putting on a bold front, we took the left-hand road to the 

 westward and bowled along at as rapid a rate as the 

 much-used-up persuader would affect spiketail and his 

 mate. It was growing late, and yet the Little Missouri 

 seemed to be as far away as ever. Far to the north and 

 westward we could see a line of buttes, which meant the 

 boundary of the Bad Lands; to the south the breaks of 

 the Magpie, and far to the northwest the Kildeer Moun- 

 tains. 



Drive though as we would, the distant hills came nearer 

 very slowly. In a case of this kind, when there has been 

 indecision as to which road should be taken, time and dis- 

 tance both seem long; and an uncertain feeling pervaded 

 the entire party as to whether we were right or wrong. 

 At last the prairie dog village Avas reached that I had been 

 telling the boys about all afternoon. I remembered that 

 about three miles to the eastward of the point where we 

 made the descent into the bottom lands was a very large 

 prairie dog village; and it was a great relief to us when 

 this landmark came in view. As far as the eye could 

 reach we could see prairie dogs on the Uttle mounds at the 

 entrances to the burrows. They would chipper at us as we 

 drove along, and, with a quick jerk of the head, disappear 

 in an instant, giving us a parting salute with a quick wig- 

 gle of their stubby tails; and as one went down another 

 came up near by. One cannot resist a shot or two at these 

 innocent little fellows, for they do make a mighty tempt- 

 ing mark for the rifle, and the occupants of the buckboard 

 were no exception. After knocking over one or two our 

 ambition in this direction was satisfied, and we were again 

 on\he road. Some two or three miles in the distance, 

 with the aid of the glass, we could see the rest of the party 

 coming. 



The three miles between prairie dog village and the 

 breaks was about the longest three miles I have ever 

 driven. A covey of grouse rose in front of us and 

 scurried down the hillside into the scrub oak and chap- 

 paral in the valley [far below. The road wound to the 

 right and left among the high buttes; and then, suddenly 

 topping one grand old feUow, there, at our feet, spread 

 out like a thread of silver, shone in the setting sun the 

 Little Missouri, I am aware that the expression "thread 

 of silver" does not apply to every one of these muddy 

 rivers; but it did in this case, for the shallow stream runs 

 over beds of burned clay and scoria, and there is an 

 absence of that red, muddy deposit that is so noticeable 

 in most of the Western rivers. The water is clear and 

 seemingly pure, and, as the sun painted the buttes with 

 every shade of red, terra cotta, orange, green and gray, 

 we sat and watched in the fading light the shades cree2> 

 from out the gorges and fill the hollows, until the others 

 joined us. Paddock seemed quite crestfallen to think we 

 had set the pace, for he had been bound to camp some 

 way back. After all, his alarm as to whether the horses 

 would stand the trip or not was needless, for they were ia 

 good condition and had not had hard driving. Now, there 

 was nothing for it but to pluuge down the motmtain side 

 to the river bed. Standing where we did, I pointed out, 

 some two miles down the river, the place where we had 

 camped on our previous trip, it was at the edge of a grove 

 of Cottonwood trees, which, later on, we found had been 

 the camping ground for a band of Gros Ventre Indians, 

 and the next morning, when exploring in that direction, 

 we found the remnants of their camp, and a recently im- 

 provised rnud smoke-house where they had evidently 

 smoked their venison. 



Once before, in going down this decline, we had a very 



