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but at last shouldered it. Sam finished reloading and re- 
> marked as he set a cap on the nipple: 
"It hain't no use o' blamin' it ont' the guns, Antwine." 
They took the shortest way to the canoe, each engaged 
in the unprofitable silent self-communion which is a com- 
i mon but not happy experience of sportsmen. To what 
one of the brotherhood does not the missing of a lost op- 
| portunity come like a ghost to haunt his waking hours 
« and trouble his dreams? 
I Their moody silence was continued as they paddled 
down the Slang, each plying the paddle industriously, 
quite regardless of every chance of a shot offered by ris- 
Ijng or passing birds. Of the last there were not a few, 
Ifor a boat was coming down the creek, disturbing the 
Jwaterfowl with more frequent shots than Sam had ever 
•heard except at a general muster' of the militia, or had 
[Antoine since the Papineau war. 
"It was prob'ly some boy jes' shot for mek nowse," An- 
itoine commented. 
I The heads of the two occupants of the approaching 
[boat could now be seen above the wild rice that hid craft 
land channel. Presently a pair of wood ducks sprang into 
phe air a few rods in advance of the moving heads, one 
ISying to the right, the other to the left, and in the same 
Imstant the polished barrels of a gun flashed upward in 
Ithe sunlight, a jet of smoke puffed out, followed by an- 
other as quick as a finger could shift triggers, and as the 
Idouble report rolled up wind to their ears the two canoe- 
Imen saw the ducks tumble limp and lifeless back into the 
Itoarsh. Three more ducks, alarmed by the echoes that 
Irebounded from the wooded shore beside which they 
Iwere resting, got up together at long range, but the alert 
sportsman picked up a second gun and brought down two 
Iwith the first barrel and with the second hit the last of 
Bho three so hard that it came down with a long slant in 
front of the canoe now emerging from the Slang. Sam 
finished the wounded fowl with a charge from his long 
feingle-barrel and exclaimed in reply to Antoine: 
"Boys, I cal'late that feller 's a man, an' one 'at under- 
stand bis business. By mighty! don't he jest clear the 
jkv o' ducks? Le's let him go ahead, for I'd dumb'd sight 
jruther see him shoot 'an tu shoot myself, leastways as I 
; pear tu shoot tu-day." Rowland E. Robinson. 
torture as many times as he could before the moon when 
the birds nest, and that if he did this and his medicine 
was strong so he would not feel his hurts, then be 
would be a new Tah-mah-na-wis man and be one of the 
mid-win-nie clan and be a doctor. 
This I know he did, for I saw him cure a boy who had 
looked on the evil eye and was already dead, but the 
medicine of S'doaks was strong and brought the boy back 
to his body and made him alive again. 
And this was the dance of the Kloo-kwallie that was 
danced at the foot of the Talking Pine. When it was 
over, I got in my canoe and crossed back to my lodge and 
waited for word to come again from my friend, the wise 
one " El Comanoho. 
THE TALKING PINE.-IV. 
The Kloo-kwallie. 
When the leaves turned brown, the third moon after 
he ripening of the first salmon berry, I left the city of 
3quin-tum, the white man, and journeyed to the Lake of 
he Mountains, and smoked the chinoos until the moon 
rose; then I went in my canoe across the lake, and when 
he moon was only so high as the pine that has seen only 
me snow, I sat by the foot of the Talking Pine to see the 
light of the Kloo-kwallie, and watch S'doaks, the son of 
Sfelth, the Raven, become a Tah-mah-na-wis man. 
It was a good sight. 
A fire was started and soon made to blaze high, that 
he Maschee Tah-mah-na-wis would have his power burned 
iway. 
Paints of many colors were brought out and soon all the 
lancers were painted so bright that the evil eye was blind. 
3pudt-tee-doch, the protector, was brought and stood uo 
n the light. ^ 
"Listen," said the Talking Pine,.and I heard a low song 
hat came from a long way, and was faint like the voice 
)f the lake when the wind ripples its face, and the kloo- 
xwallie was begun. 
It was a low-toned song that had not many words, yet 
ihose words were not in the Twana language which was 
spoken by the tribe of S'doaks, and the Talking Pine told 
jie he did not know the words, thougbhe had heard the 
nong many, many times when he was young. 
Louder it sounded and many voices joined in, and then 
he klootchmen who do not dance gathered their skirts 
:lose and sat down to beat drums in time with the medi- 
cine chant that the men were singing. Like the beat of 
he surf on the ocean sand the song rose and fell, louder 
tod deep and full, until a great noise like the sound of 
he streets in the white man's town across the mountains 
same m the air and filled it. 
That was the song of the Kloo-kwallie, the song that 
lobody knows except the wild men who dance until all 
ire hoo-ie and their eyes stare and see nothing, like the 
jrazy folks who have looked on the evil eye. 
"With a great roar of voices and the beating of many 
Irums came the dancers, all in line and all dancing slow. 
Jiach one would jump and then stand stiff like a man 
sarved from wood, and then jump again. Around the 
ire they all moved until they looked like black shadows 
lad the light of the fire went up in the air and made 
ifnght the arms of the Talking Pine, and no light shone 
Jhrough the circle because so many were dancing. 
J After the men had danced for some time and the song 
Aras fast and the dancing wild, the Talking Pine whi£ 
Jiered and told me to watch now and listen, for S'doaks 
J 70uld soon be tested by the fire. 
J As I watched the dancers seemed to get pelton, crazy 
|he white men say, and two ran up to S'doaks and caught 
Aim, one by the neck and one by the heels, and they 
tarried him to a small fire that was built to burn slowly. 
JJ ver this fire they held S'doaks with his back close to it un- 
»il it was burned and cracked, and blisters came and caused 
Aain that would make any but a medicine man moan and 
f ;ry out. 
«l s ' doa - k8 h ad strong medicine, and laughed while his 
j fcack burned. Then they carried him back and set him down 
fegaininthe circle to dance. Ashe danced around the 
|t Bre and sang the medicine song the klootchmen gave 
A im sticks pointed with bone, and with these he scouiged 
fcimself until the blood began to flow and dried black 
jigainst his skin. 
J The other dancers lashed his back and arms with 
Switches and put cedar splinters which blazed like a torch 
Against his skin, and S'doaks still danced, for his medicine 
*ras strong and his Tah-mah-na-wis made him so he did 
Tiot feel his hurts. 
J Until the moon was straight over the head of the Talk- 
king Fine the dance went on, and then S'doaks fell down 
aifte a dead man with his eyes open. But he could not 
it*X vu medlc me had gone and he was like other men 
I'Lrfu a man ° W3iS m em-a-loose— dead, you know 
J Then the mid-win-nie men, who do not dance, took 
Kdoaks and carried him to the medicine lodge and 
r r Tv S t ^ ba ^ t0 . ] li e a S ain and h * got well in time, 
ine Talking Pine told me that he must go through the 
WITH A SURVEYING PARTY IN THE 
INDIAN TERRITORY. 
BY FRANK WINCHESTER, ONE OF ITS QUESTS. 
Part IV. 
The second day came clear with a strong north wind, 
and the Judge and I with a full supply of cartridges for 
ducks and geese went to the river after an early break- 
fast, but to our surprise we found no ducks where King 
and I had found them in such numbers, and I then led 
the way up the river toward the goose sandbar, on which 
a few could be seen sitting, the Judge laughing at the 
joke upon King and me, if the slickers should be found 
stolen; but when we drew near we saw the slickers lying 
on the sand and the few geese upon the bar paying no 
attention to them. Knowing that the main forenoon 
flight in from the feeding grounds would begin about 10 
o'clock, we at once waded out to the bar, and each of us 
soon had a shooting hole scooped out in the sand in which 
we could lie and be covered by the slickers, and then the 
work began with a straggling one every few minutes 
until the main flight came, and then it was shoot until 
all of our shells were empty. 
As we arose and looked at our work the Judge most 
emphatically declared, "Carried away by excitement, 
you and I, Son, have been worse than two pot-hunters; 
but I am done; I have had goose shooting enough for a 
lifetime." I felt that we were both unworthy the name 
of sportsmen. 
A hail from the bank apprised us that Cap had sent a 
team down for our game, and though we ate every goose 
at camp neither the Judge nor I engaged, in any more 
goose shooting on that trip, although they used that sand- 
bar for a roost during our entire stay in camp. 
While waiting for a suitable day for bass fishing the 
Judge, Cap and I had several conferences, planning to 
invent some method by which we could beat King catch- 
ing bass, but the only result was that Cap and I deter- 
mined to ask King to provide us with tackle so that ours 
should be as near like his as possible; the Judge contemptu- 
ously refused to give up his jointed rod and reel, declar- 
ing that "If three expert bass fishermen with civilized 
rigs could not beat a half-breed Indian with his bungling 
outfit, it was time we quit the business." 
A few days after the storm we were aroused by Kin°- 
before daylight and told to "Get up before the morning 
star sets and get ready to go fishing," We found a warm 
south wind gently blowing, while the stars were shining 
with intense brightness in a cloudless sky. After a break- 
fast by lamp and fire light combined, we mounted our 
ponies and followed King down into an unknown land 
to fish for bass in a stream somewhere in that country called 
the Walnut. Fording the river, we followed King down the 
river about six miles until we came to the Walnut Creek, 
which proved to be a stream nearly three times as large as 
the Red Rock had been, but presenting many of the same 
characteristics, except that close to the river upon the 
bottom land is formed a wide deep pool resembling a 
bayou, extending nearly three-quarters of a mile, where 
it became a chain of deep pools connected bv shallow 
ripples, like those we had found in the Red Rock near 
the northern part of the territory. In a canebrake near 
the river King, Cap and I each cut a fish pole to suit our 
individual tastes and King in addition cut a heavy stout 
cane, to the top end of which he tied a very large hook; 
in reply to the Judge's inquiry as to what use he would 
make of it, he said, "Would come handy to get big fish 
to shore," a remark which caused the rest of the fishing 
party considerable amusement. 
Picketing out the ponieB, we carried fishing tackle and 
guns and followed King up the stream, noticing the 
gunny sacK carried by him, but having no idea of the 
use he would make of it until we came to a narrow and 
shallow pool well stocked with large minnows, when to 
our surprise King soon made a minnow seine of the sack 
with which he caught a goodly supply of the minnows! 
and then used the sack to keep the minnows in and to 
keep them alive by placing it in the water. As the Judge 
had arranged his jointed bamboo rod while we were 
cutting our cane poles, when we reached a deep pool he 
was the first one to get a cast. He seated himself on a 
rock overhanging the pool, and as luck would have it, as 
his minnow struck the water it was seized by a black bass 
of about 31bs. weight which he soon landed, shouting. "Rod 
and reel forever." Returning his hook and bait to the water 
it was seized by a fish which darted away, resisting all the 
Judges attempt to check him, in fact breaking the tip 
when the Judge tried to give him the butt, at which he 
said: "Boys, I've hooked the King of all the bass," and 
King replied, "No bass at all, but dum'd big catfish;" and 
with a broken rod the Judge worked upon his catch for 
nearly an hour while the rest of the party were catching 
bass, until he called upon King to help him land the fish 
and as King gaffed his catch and drew it to shore the 
Judge moaned: "Boys, I've fooled away an hour's time 
playing a big flathead catfish, so big I could do nothing: 
with him, and I thought all the time I had a big black 
bass, and he's broke my pole, and now we've got him 
shall we keep him or not?" King declaring his flesh bet- 
ter than any bass, the 201bs. of catfish was safely tied to 
shore. 
Upon the Judge's declaration that his rod was ruined 
King went out in the timber to a tree f eBtooned with vines' 
and from beneath the vines drew a well-seasoned cane 
pole which he gave to the Judge, who soon had it rigged 
and then joined us in catching bass. ■ But there was no 
playing them. When we hooked one he was unceremoni- 
ously dragged to shore and placed upon the string, and so 
plenty were they that by 10 o'clock we all agreed that we 
had all we could use while fresh, although we had 
returned to the water all that we thought weighed less 
than 3lbs. Yet no two of us had equaled King's catch, 
and in spite of the fact that each of us copied King's 
methods and we fished the Walnut two or three times 
each week thereafter during our camp life, yet no two of 
us could ever catch as many pounds together as King 
would catch alone. While our fishing trips added to the 
variety of the food of the camp, even the Judge, scientific 
sportsman as he had theretofore been, in the hope of equal- 
ing—if not beating— King, degenerated with Cap and 
me into pot-fishermen, each using thereafter a large line, 
large hook and a cane pole strong enough to pull out to 
shore any fish that we might catch without waste of time; 
our efforts were fruitless, and King remained high hook 
in every contest. But oh ! the delight that the well-broiled 
black bass gave as a change of diet whenever we wished 
a change from turkey, quail, possum, venison or bear- 
steak. And how memory lingers over the picture of 
those bass from 3 to 4lbs. in weight that the cook placed 
before each of us! The aroma from some of those feasts 
yet lingers. Surely, the gods while feasting on ambrosia 
never surpassed in solid comfort the enjoyment we had at 
table during our camp life on that trip. 
WITH THE BOBO BEAR PACK.— III. 
Footprints in the Trail. 
A few moments after saying good-by to Col. Payne 
and Mr. Foster, who waved adieus from the opposite side 
of the river, the remainder of the party started from 
camp with the entire available pack, bound to break the 
monotony of life by bringing one more bear into custody. 
Two dayB before Noel Money and myself, while prowling 
around on foot through the heavy cane near the river, 
had seen a fresh bear track, apparently of a big bear, not 
over three-fourths of a mile from camp. We were 
pleased to see Bobo head in that direction and not 
toward the Hurricane country. As luck would have it, 
our bear— or another bear which did just as well as ours— 
actually materialized. We had not gone a mile and a 
half from camp before the dogs began to sniff suspiciously 
along the trail. At first we thought it was only the deer 
trail, whose tracks were thick in the soil softened by the 
rain; but a moment later Bobo, leaning over in the 
saddle, pulled up and called for the others to stop. 
"Here's your bearl" he said, pointing to a series of deep 
holes in the leafy mold along the path. "And you can 
bet he's a big one, too. Turn in the dogs!" 
A moment, and all the dogs were sniffing at the trail. 
Another moment, and the entire pack was strung out, 
each dog giving mouth at the top of his voice. It was 
indeed a glorious chorus, enough to set every drop of 
blood tingling in one's veins. I presume every one 
shouted, and I know every one rode, each at his best. In 
an instant the path was silent and deserted, and in half 
a dozen different directions men and horses were seeking 
riding ways through the cane. 
The Plan of the Battle. 
In describing a battle no two eye-witnesses will speak 
of it alike, because of course no one man can see all of 
even a dog fight, let alone a battle, by himself. The de- 
scription of a bear chase, therefore, can not be called 
comprehensive, for it is impossible for any one man to 
see much beyond his own nose. From what I could learn 
by converse with the various commanders of detachments 
as we rode ba^k over the country where the battle was 
fought, I should imagine the situation to have been some- 
thing like the following: The bear headed north and was 
in a few moments jumped in very thick cane. The chase 
bore to the left, Mr. Money and Bill, one of the colored' 
men, bore also to the left and made down into a slough 
which took them half a mile from where they started. 
Capt. Bobo, Fincher Bobo and myself went to the right. 
The others of the party kept still further to the right over 
toward a big bayou. Between Capt. Bobo's party and 
this bayou there ran a native hunter by the name of King, ' 
who was living in a shanty near the Bobo camp. King 
was on foot, but knew the country well. 
We now were scattered over a couple of miles of coun- 
try and we had the bear surrounded on all sides but one — 
the far side. It was this that made the weak point in our 
line and it was Capt. Bobo's part to head the bear. He 
knew that a certain direction would bring him to the dry 
bed of an old bayou which penetrated the middle of the 
battle-field, along which he could ride for a mile, and so 
perhaps by riding back again into the cane to the right 
could get in ahead of the pack, whose course we took to 
be about halfway between these two big bayous. If the 
chase was thus headed we had it in our hands, for the 
bear could not break away from the mile or so of heavy 
cane without being seen and killed by some one. 
Trials of the Chase. 
•I knew nothing of this state of affairs until afterward. 
My own concern was to keep in sight of Capt. Bobo, who 
was going a hot pace through some stinging switch cane 
on his ride for the bayou. I found Mr. Foster's roan pony 
was master of but one gait with any speed to it, namely, 
a high-headed gallop, not altogether suited to grapevines 
and briers in combination with cane thickets. Moreover, 
he had notions of his own about following a trail, and 
was continually flying the track and getting lost out in 
the middle of the wide, wide world, A good bear horse 
will not do this, but will st'ck to the "hack" and follow 
it Bteadily, even when the rider can hardly distinguish it. 
The pony and I had several arguments over this, more 
especially when the trail began to lead up and down over 
the points of the bluffs along the bayou. Wherever the 
pony saw an opening or a thin place among the trees he 
wanted to go there. He hadn't lost any bear, and all he 
wanted was to get into thinner cover, where he wouldn't 
be continually rapped over the head by the canes which 
hung so heavy on all sides. In one of our arguments we 
plum lost the trail and Bobo got entirely out of sight. 
Then I let my angry passions rise, and spurred the pony 
to get him back into line. Then he ran me into a tree, 
and very nearly broke my leg, and the saddle came off, 
and I hopped around on one leg and thought of the army 
in Flanders. It was impossible to make the saddle any 
tighter, because the pony wasn't big enough to fill out 
the girth (we had to stuff hay around him to make him 
fit the saddle); so I set the saddle on top of him again, 
and with many groanings made on after Bobo with the 
saddle loose, except in so far as I could tighten it with a 
knee exceeding sore. 
