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FOREST AND STREAM. 
(_May 18, 184*5. 
Capt. Bartlett was absent, but the Burgess repeating shot 
gun was well shown and finely in evidence, Messrs, 
Hermann Baker & Co., Messrs. Wiebeeel & Hilger, Messrs. 
Schoverling, Daly & Gales, Mr. H. Werleman, Messrs. 
Hulbert Bros. & Co. , the Ivers Johnson Arms and Cycle 
Co., Messrs. Von Lengerke & Detmold, all had fine general 
gun displays in their exhibits. The last firm had fine 
Francottes by the window-full. The useful three-bar- 
rel Daly gun could be seen in the cases of Messrs. Schover- 
ling, Daly & Gales. The Remington Arms Co. had four 
cases and two stands full of their arms. Near by them 
the Winchester Repeating Arms Co. showed the potential 
repeating shot gun, which is of late cutting so wide a 
swath in trap matters. Among other arms shown by the 
firms mentioned in this paragraph were the Syracuse 
Arms Co.'s hammerless guns, the Spencer repeating shot- 
gun. The Colt's guns were shown in connection with 
their general display. 
In rifles one of course goes to the larger cases of the 
great firms like the Winchester Co., the Colt's Co., the 
Marlin Fire Arms Co., as well as to many other 
firms which handle these and other goods. The Win- 
chester exhibit is simple, comprehensive, plain, orderly, 
and withal beautiful, and Major Albee, who is in 
charge of it, can well set forth its charms. This 
exhibit is much as shown at the World's Fair in plan and 
detail. The Marlin cases contain some beautiful, richly- 
mounted arms, as usual. The grand and solid display of 
the Colt's Patent Fire Arms Manufacturing Co. is almost 
identically as it was at the expositions at Chicago, at 
Paris, at Melbourne, all over the world. It and many 
others must be described more fully later. Mr. Charles 
E. Willard, late of Chicago, but now of Hartford, tells 
folks about this exhibit. The Stevens Arms and Tool 
Co.'s arms were well displayed. 
In revolvers one has the Colt's exhibit and the beautiful 
case also of the Smith & Wesson revolver, out of either 
of which one could find a six-shooter good enough f or 
the finest shooting, and pretty enough to be cherished 
as a parlor ornament. The goods are also shown else- 
where. 
In ammunition one surely has choice enough, and in no 
field will study be more profitable to the modern sports- 
man than in that of ammunition as it is to-day. In a 
fine, open, well-lighted section, surrounded on all sides 
by aisles, is the U. M. C. Co.'s exhibit, all carpeted with a 
Boft, fluffy, deep-piled carpet of pleasant low tint. Here, 
in cones and pyramids and cases, are some very beautiful 
and deadly things. This exhibit is reserved, chaste, very 
strong and compelling in effect, and faultlessly simple 
and complete. The Winchester ammunition display is 
arranged in connection with their exhibit of arms, etc., 
and is very full and elaborate. Maj. Albee shows among 
other things the small-caliber army and navy steel-coated 
bullets, which go through a quarter of an inch of steel, 
and like to do it, it is so easy. The U. S. Cartridge Co. 
have planned an exhibit unique and attractive. They 
have a typical hunters' cabin, full of trophies, etc., and 
inhabited by guides of established reputation, such as Ira 
Dodge, of Wyoming; J. W. Schultz and W. G. Wright, 
of Montana; Jonathan Darling and Joe Francis, of Maine; 
H. H. Corey, of the Adirondacks, etc. — all mighty hunters 
and well-posted men. Here too are Mr. and Mrs. A. G. 
Wallihan, of Colorado, who have done so much at photo- 
graphing wild game. The display of the IT. S. Co. is put 
up within this open-front cabin or camp. 
The modern sportsman must>tudy modern powders. 
Here we can not pause to say how many new ones there 
are, but there are many. The observer may well spend 
time before the neat and orderly exhibits of the DuPont 
Co., the Hazard Co., etc. Mr. Quimby can show him the 
E. C. Smokeless, "V. L. &D." can show him the Schultze, 
etc., etc. If he wants Walsrode, American E. C, Du- 
Pont's Smokeless, S. S., or anything else, he can see it 
and be told about it understandinglv. Here, too, is the 
newly formed American Smokeless Powder Co. 
Trap-shooting is a great sport to-day, and much money 
is behind and before the traps, but one would hardly call 
the accessories to target shooting picturesque or beautiful. 
Yet they can be made such, as one may attest. Paul 
North, for the Chamberlin Cartridge and Target Co., has 
adopted a color scheme of black and yellow, the colors of 
the bluerock target. He has draped his walls and coun- 
ters in yellow and black, and massed a thousand hluerbck 
targets, black and yellow, in a flat assemblage. This one 
notices. But ah! when he comes near he finds a 
shrewd surprise. On the trap of each target is the photo- 
graph of some prominent shooter! This one must surely 
name as a unique and happy conceit. 
The Empire Target exhibit, under the roof of the W, 
Fred Quimby Co., was arranged by Mr. Hebbard, and it 
also is very fortunate in treatment. The color scheme 
here is blue and white, the drapery pinned here and there 
with an "Empire." Here Empires grow in pyramids, 
with gold and silver traps about for throwing. Target 
shooting is quite apotheosized. In his space, which shows 
some canvas and leather goods, beside the angling display 
of Mr. Divine's factory and the display of the E. C. Smoke- 
less, Mr. Quimby has a very neat and affective exhibit 
not crowded, but catching. 
Not everybody knows everything about shot. The 
Leroy Shot and Lead Works Co. show one a pretty thing 
of theirs, and across the way Messrs. Tatham & Bros, will 
show him a complete shot tower in miniature, all in 
opei-ation. This will be news to many. 
Spratts Patent (America), Ltd., have a neat and well 
condensed display of their familiar wares over toward 
where one of Mr. A. B. Frost's hunters is shooting chickens 
over close points by dogs in a corn field full of shocked 
corn. Most unusual good luck he is having, to find birds 
lying that way in a cut field so late in the year; but let us 
hope his dogs ate Spratts biscuit anyhow. 
Heublein & Bros., camp supplies, the Hulbert sleeping 
bag, and a thousand and one necessities, adjuncts and 
luxuries charm and bewilder the visitor. 
Over toward the cyclorama side (4th avenue) is a tidy 
cabin labeled "Maine Central Cabin," furnished well with 
hide and horn and feathered trophies, devoted to the inter- 
ests of the great region Maine, dear to many sportsmen's 
hearts. Here presides Miss Cornelia Crosby ("Fly Rod"), 
assisted by two of the best guides of the Maine Woods, 
Jas. Matheson and Ed. Grant. These features of cabins 
and hunters' camps are shown in unusual and pleasant 
abundance at this exposition, and they are homely and 
realistic enough to make one long to be unchained from 
business, and to be off and away into the free air. Indeed, 
that is the whole function of this unique Sportsmen's 
Exposition, and well indeed it fulfills it. 
- Sportsmen's literature is well represented, (kiting 
makes an extensive showing of original drawings and 
sketches; Shooting and Fishing occupies an extremely 
cosy and inviting nook; Recreation shows a large number 
of game heads disposed about a rough and welcome 
cabin; while the extensive taxidermy display made by 
Mr. Sauter has overflowed into and filled the American 
. Field space. 
The Forest and Stream has made a great hit with its 
life-sized oil painting of the "Chained to Business" 
sportsman who makes the best of it by reading Forest 
and Stream. There is something in that picture which 
appeals to nine hundred and ninety-nine of those who 
pass through the central aisle and stop to study the pic- 
ture, Tead the inscription and smile as they "see the 
point." Beneath the picture are the forty-three bound 
volumes of the paper, the Outdoor Scenes, books and 
arms and trophies. Chief in interest and honor of 
the weapons is Davy Crockett's rifle, kindly loaned by 
Col. Robt. H. Crockett, of Arkansas. 
One entire side of the space is devoted to the "Forest 
and Stream's Exhibit of the Native American Hunter." 
It consists of an extensive and well arranged series of 
Indian arms, implements and accessories of the chase 
and of war, the central piece showing an illuminated 
robe, on which is set out in Indian art the record of Red 
Crane, a hunter, warrior and artist. From the primitive 
savage of the stone age the exhibit progresses through 
the period of change in the West to the advent 
of the first white trapper. 
We have designed to mention this week all the exhibits, 
that some conception may be gained of what this great 
exposition actually is; we have made no attempt to detail 
the full displays made by the several exhibitors. Many 
firms show a variety of goods and of many classes. A 
full account will be given in our Special Exposition 
Number next week. The artistic features we have but 
alluded to. The spirit of the occasion, the animation of 
the throngs of visitors, the play of color, the brilliance of 
the lighted hall, all these it is impossible to describe. 
UNDER THE BARK OF THE PINE- 
WOOD TREE. 
A Chapter in Wood-lore. 
BY HENRY M. K3EPPER. 
Some years ago, while trout fishing amongst the Pocono 
Mountains in Pennyslvania in company with a fisherman 
friend, whom we will call Jerry for the very good reason 
that that is his name, I made a singular discovery in wood- 
lore; at least, it was quite a new discovery to me, and I 
believe it will be regarded as something quite new by a 
majority of the readers of Forest and Stream. My dis- 
covery consisted of what might be called apiece of natu- 
ral carved wood, very curious indeed, and very much re- 
sembling a fine piece of buck-horn, only much more beau- 
tifully marked. 
We had had a good half day's sport with the trout, 
Jerry and I. We had caught quite enough fish for one 
day, and were wending our way slowly homeward to a 
good dinner, with only such an appetite as fishermen 
know. As it was yet early in the day, we stopped on the 
edge of a dense pine forest for a rest. The day was de- 
lightful, a perfect June day amongst the mountains, and as 
we cast ourselves down beside an old pine log all covered 
over with moss, and listened to the music of the wind in 
the tops of the tall pine trees, and rehearsed our several 
adventures with the fish, we were supremely happy — 
happy with the happiness of good old Izaak Walton and 
his scholar in their wet clothes listening to the song of the 
milkmaid. 
Whilst lying lazily there under the trees listening to 
Jerry rehearse the old, old story of how and why "the big 
fish got away," I chanced to pull out from under the log 
beside us a piece of a dead branch of a pine tree. It was 
a pine stick about four feet long, from which I began to 
tear away the half decayed bark. Under the bark I made 
my discovery. I found the surface of the wood of the 
pine branch most curiously and beautifully carved — carved 
as if by hand, and looking as if brought direct from the 
workshop of some South Sea Islander. 
I at once saw that the carving was the work of some 
strange little insect, whose name and habits I did not 
know, nnt being well enough versed in entomology for 
that. But whether I knew his scientific name or not, it 
was plain that he must indeed be a very curious and cun- 
ning little workman, and capable of doing something in 
the way of wood-carving worth looking at, all the more 
so for the reason that he evidently did not work according 
to any set design or pattern, but made his design as he 
went, and therefore never produced two pieces of work 
exactly alike. 
I need hardly say that I took my stick home with me. 
I placed it on my mantel, where it attracted a great deal 
of attention from my visitors, who almost without ex- 
ception regarded it as a piece of curious hand carving, 
and were very much surprised to be told that it was the 
work of an insect. 
For several years I considered my pine stick "a rare 
find," supposing that we could travel many days in the 
forest without finding the like, and not at all suspecting 
that the woods are full of such curious carvings, if one 
only knows where to look for '.them and has but the eyes 
to see them; that is to say, the pine woods and no 
other are full of such things. For when, several years 
later, I began to investigate the subject more closely, 
being always from boyhood fond of all manner of wood- 
lore, it was not long before I began to see that every pine 
forest simply abounds in this kind of work, if one has only 
the eyes to see it with. I myself have spent much time 
in the woods, and have been curious in all things pertain- 
ing to wood-lore for years, but I never saw this before; 
and the specimens, which I found I could gather almost 
anywhere in the pine forest here by the summer hotel 
where I was spending my vacation, were regarded as very 
great curiosities by my fellow lodgers, all of whom de- 
clared that they had never seen anything of the kind in 
the woods. 
"And that simply shows," said I, "how easily one can 
walk through the woods with his eyes wide open and yet 
not see anything. The pine woods are everywhere lull 
of this kind of work, if you only look for it in the right 
place." 
For, on conducting my examination, I have found that 
all the various kinds of pine trees, spruce, hemlock, tamar- 
ack; fir, yellow pine, white pine and all other kinds of pine 
afforded varying degrees of attraction to a curious little 
insect with many legs and sharp jaws, having a name, no 
doubt, at least four limes as long as his body. It was 
quite a while before I could succeed in finding him at 
home; but at last I caught him at work on a piece of 
hemlock, underneath the bark. And I then discovered 
that no sooner is a pine or hemlock blown down by the 
storm or felled by the woodman's ax, than multitudes of 
these little creatures take up their abode under the now 
loosening bark of the branches, from the smallest up to 
the largest. What they are after I do not know. Prob- 
ably they live on the gum resins of the wood. They are 
nature's pioneer grave diggers, opening the way and 'as- 
sisting the elements in bringing down the mighty tree to 
the dust of the earth. 
I found, too, that it is only in the soft white pine that 
they do their best work. They eat the hemlock, but 
usually only slightly, merely tracing a delicate design on 
the surface, which, though sometimes very beautifully 
etched, yet is not nearly so fine as the deeper and bolder 
carving on the white pine. 
Should you be so fortunate as to spend some time 
among the pine forests this summer, and will go into 
"a chopping" about two years old, or can somewhere find 
a pine tree blown down by the storm, you will, I think, 
find something to interest you— something at least which 
the boys can carry home and turn to some account next 
winter, when the days are short and the evenings long. 
For these curious pieces of carved wood can be used to 
good effect by an ingenious boy, and in various ways. 
Amongst other things, they make pretty handles for paper 
cutters, resembling buck-horn very much, though the 
carvings are much more interesting in design. If treated 
to a coat of good paint the effect of the design is some- 
what heightened. But care must be taken to select solid 
wood, or at least what is not too much decayed; and if a 
branch can be found which has been for some time ex- 
posed to the weather after having been carved and 
stripped of its bark, it will be found of a fine silver color. 
After having made my discovery, I had the rare pleas- 
ure of conducting a party of some ten or twelve boys, who 
were summering at the hotel with their parents, to the 
woods in search of "carved wood." Under my direction 
they soon learned where to look, and made the woods 
ring with their shouts and the sound of their hatchets. 
What a pleasant day that was! And what a pleasing pic- 
ture I carry in my mind and memory of those merry- 
hearted boys lugging up to the hotel armfuls of wood 
almost too heavy or unwieldy for them to carry, but full 
of prospective pleasure when safely got home. 
I had thought that my discovery of this curious kind of 
carved wood was peculiar to myself alone, and that no one 
had ever given as much time to the consideration of it, 
when I found one day, away back in the mountains, a 
rival to my claims. A gentleman from Philadelphia, a 
retired merchant, suffering from a peculiar kind of par- 
alysis, unable to read or write, was spending his summers 
regularly in a veritable "deserted village," hard by a 
romantic mountain stream. The old gentleman, in his 
rambles through the woods, had discovered this curious 
wood, and had taken it home with him to his cabin and 
spent many hours in making some of the most beautiful 
paper knives, match boxes, etc., etc., one could wish to 
see. "I can't read," he said, "and at times I can hardly 
talk connectedly, and working at this wood passes away 
the time for me." He begged me to scour the woods in 
my section for fine specimens, and as I bade the white- 
haired old gentleman good-by and rode away, I couldn't 
help reflecting how strange it is that you can hardly go 
anywhere in the world without finding some one has 
been there before you. You discover a continent, and a 
rival at once starts up to contest your honors. You make 
an invention, and another claims to have made it just two 
hours before you did, by the clock. You even take some 
sickness, and you find a dozen people similarly afflicted. 
"There is nothing new under the sun" — but natural carved 
wood will be new to most people. 
