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FOREST AND STREAM, 
[Nov. '3', 1896. 
Next morning Fred and I paddled up as far as the 
Jaws, where I remained and amused myself watching 
the big trout fanning themselves in the pool below the 
run, while Fred kept on up stream in search of Henry 
and Dave. Luckily he met them just as they reached 
the stream with their packs and they all returned to the 
Jaws. As it was then 13 o'clock, Henry^ shoved the canoe 
ashore below the Jaws at the junction of the west branch 
and the main Dead water and prepared to "bile the kit- 
tle." Fred and I were sitting on the shore discussing the 
silver question when suddenly the guide appeared and 
said: "Moose! moose! I heard him grunt twice right 
across the branch." 
We hustled through the hardbacks until we reached a 
point opposite where Henry said the grun'ts came from 
and hid behind the tussocks. Henry called and was an- 
swered twice from the woods on the opposite bank, the 
noise being different from anything 1 had ever heard 
proceed from a moose, and resembling a blast of steam 
from the safety valve of a locomotive. In less than a 
minute a cow moose and calf emerged from the firs and 
walked out on the narrow strip of barren that lined the 
shore. We expected to see the bull loom up next, but he 
failed to appear. Henry said the bull was there all right 
enough, but probably had another mate, and the cow we 
saw was running away from him. It was a case of 
Hagar and Ishmael, and they were on the move. We 
noticed that both the cow and calf wore the neck orna- 
ment known as the bell, and it gave the latter a look of 
sagacity much beyond his age and size. They walked 
leisurely along the shore in plain sight of us for about 
50yds., the cow looking back occasionally as though in 
fear of being followed, then silently forded the stream to 
the side we were on and trotted off through the brush. 
It was a sight worth coming many miles to see. Of 
course, the camera was at the camjj. 
After dinner Fred elected to return to camp with Dave, 
and Henry remarked to me; "Suppose we take a stroll 
over the farm," 
Such a stroll and such a farm! For three or four hours 
we tramped over ridge and lakeside and barren, almost 
every acre of which exhibited fresh signs of game. Oace 
we heard a crash in a thicket of alders, and found where 
a family of moose had taken flight. It is one thing in a 
densely wooded country like this to find fresh signs of 
game, it is quite another to see the game line up compla- 
cently in front of your gun. Henry referred to a state- 
ment he had once seen in Foeest and Stream to the effect 
that moose never peeled the trees upon which they feed 
clear around, and thus did not kill the tree. He pointed 
out several maples, mountain ash and sapling birch from 
which the bark had been stripped off completely round. 
The favorite browsing trees of moose, he said, were white- 
wood, moosewood, willow and cherry; they will, how- 
ever, eat any kind of hardwood and most of the ever- 
greens, especially fir. Spruce or cedar they will not 
touch imless hard pressed by hunger. He had never dis- 
covered that moose ate any kind of grass except a thin, 
flat grass that grew principally in the beds of streams or 
ponds or in marshy ground. It is sometimes called deer 
grass. Moose will often go clear out of sight for it in the 
water and remain under a surprising length of time. At 
two of the lakes we visited Henry gave a casual call, but 
received no answer. We saw the "works" of a moose, 
however, near the west branch which Henry said were 
made by a specimen even larger than the one we had shot. 
On our way to the Jaws we heard a partridge drumming. 
Henry said when this was heard in the fall of the year 
it was a sign of w»et weather and a late oj en season. 
On the 39th Fred went up the stream in the morning 
with the guides, while I patrolled the trail leading to 
Henry's camp on Little Sou'west Lake. Half an hour 
after their aeparture I heard a shot, which could only 
mean that Frederic had uncorked the Harbinger. I was 
watching a very promising pond at the time, and delayed 
my return to camp until the dinner hour. There I found, 
pinned to the blanket door of the camp, a diagram very 
cleverly drawn on bii'ch bark by Fred in the Indian pic- 
ture language, indicating that he had shot a moose. 
Soon afterward the canoe arrived and I learned what had 
happened. 
Just above the Island they had heard a moose grunting 
in the woods near the western bank. Henry turned his 
canoe down stream so as to get to leeward of the moose, 
and paddled cautiously up a long, narrow bogan that 
made into the barren. His first call was promptly an- 
swered, and as they reached the terminus of the bogan 
they could hear the moose coming. Two men with axes, 
Fred declared, could not have raised a bigger racket. 
Fred stepped out of the canoe and stood upon a tussock. 
"Now," said Henry, "if I get a frog in my throat we're 
ruined." 
Henry then gave the low call or coaxer, and the bull 
promptly appeared through an opening in the firs. He 
was clearly in the best of spirits, and as he swaggered to- 
ward the bogan hooked the bushes first with one horn 
and then the other. At a range of 75yds, he stopped and 
gazed with unfeigned astonishment at the apparition of 
Frfcd and his indigo Mackinaw shirt. As Fred let loose 
the Harbinger the moose turned sharply to the left, and 
for a moment was lost to sight; but when Henry rushed 
through the bushes he found him lying dead not more 
than 80ft. Irom where he stood when the shot was fired. 
The bullet had pierced his heart, lungs and liver, and 
lodged in the rump close to the hide. This moose was 
about two-thirds the size of No. 1. His horns, which had 
fourteen points, measured 43in. across and were perfect 
in every respect, Henry, as usual, jacked the meat up so 
that it would be available for future use. With the warm 
and uncommonly wet weather that prevailed, the pre- 
servation of our meat proved to be a difficult matter. 
Portions of both carcasses were brought to the camp and 
smoked. 
On the afternoon of this day I watched at the Jaws for 
caribou. These animals, while we sojourned at the 
Crooked, seemed to be few in number, or else too wary to 
show themselves. A good moose country is seldom a 
good caribou country, as the moose drive the caribou out. 
Toward sundown, as Henry and Dave were nearing the 
Jaws with the canoe, the noise of the paddle evidently 
attracted the notice of a large bull moose on the right 
bank. He grunted frequently and showed a disposition 
to come to the shore. It would have been an easy matter 
for Henry to have called him and for Ine to have shot 
him from the opposite shore, but we had decided to kill 
no more moose. We had each a fine set of horns to take 
home, and the difficult task still remained of cutting 
about three milps of road by which to carry the heads 
and scalps to the FuUertoii road. Fortunately our carry- 
ing crew was reinforced that evening by the arrival at 
the camp of a man named Fred Swift. A Vermonter by 
birth, Ssvift had been spending his time for some weeks 
past in the precarious occupation of "gumming," or 
gathering spruce gum for the Ameriqan market. He was 
a fine, strapping young fellow, quick to learn the "lay of 
the land" in a new country, and readily agreed to help us 
out with the heads. 
The remainder of our stay at the Dsadwater was un- 
eventful. Douglas and Swift were employed for several 
days in cutting out the trail and Henry often lent a help- 
ing hand. It might be mentioned that as Henry offici- 
ated on the trip as cook, and as our appetites were not of 
a delicate sort he had not much time left for hunting. 
He was also greatly handicapped by wet and windy 
weather. However, we had been fortunate enough to 
secure our two moose with very little expenditure of time 
and effort, and this left nothing to be desired. Com- 
mencing with Sept. 30 it rained almost continuously for a 
week, not heavily as a rule, but hard enough to confine 
us most of the time to the vicinity of the camp, So ended 
our guu-boat days on the Crooked. 
On Oct, 1 we moved back to the small tent, where we 
tarried for five days, taking occasional cruises to some of 
the surrounding lakes for photographic purposes when 
the weather would permit. We often started moose in 
our wanderings, but made no effort to add to our trophies. 
One of the most enjoyable of these trips was over to Lost 
Beaver and Renous lakes, where we saw beavers at work 
and where Fred succeeded in taking the picture of a saple 
in a tree. We shot a few partridges nearly every day for 
the camp larder. This bird has many foes in the deep 
woods, and finds the shotgun a far less formidable foe 
than the owl, the blue hawk, the saple, the fox, the skunk 
and the weasel. 
One of our chief sources of amusement while in camp 
was that precocious rascal, the Canada jay or gorby, 
Fred conceived the idea of trapping some of these birds 
and trying to domesticate them, and he succeeded, by 
means of a box and figure four, in capturing no less than 
seven. Such was the gorby's greed for grub that immedi- 
ately upon being taken from the trap and held in the 
hand he would seize any food that came within his reach, 
and as he struggled for a time against the bars of the 
cage he seemed to be unable to decide whether the chief 
aim of life was to escape or to carry off the pork that was 
in the cage. Fred had great hopes of making a success 
of gorby culture, but what with the wet weather, the 
filthy condition to which the birds soon reduced the cage 
and the severe shaking-up they received on the portage 
they soon became reduced to a caricature of their former 
saucy selves. On one occasion the cage slipped from the 
load and rolled down a hill. Henry said, as he looked at 
them: "Well, I did not think I could ever get up the 
slightest particle of sympathy for a gorby, but I'm 
hanged if I don't feel sorry for them." So Fred opened 
the cage and let them go. They were unable at first to 
fly in their dazed and bedraggled condition, but even as 
they hobbled off, squawking and chattering through the 
brush, the instinct of seeking to devjour everything within 
their reach still remained with them, Henry maintains 
that a Canada jay has no feathers. He says, "It's just a 
kind of a fog that sticks to them." 
On the afternoon of Oct. 7 Mr. Hunter and the bull 
moose express reached us from the outer world at the 
lumber camp on Forty-nine Mile Brook, and as he had se- 
cured another and a better horse in place of the sorrel we 
had a speedy and altogether pleasant journey to the set- 
tlement. We did not succeed in laying low the famous 
Tim Lynch, the monarch of moosedom, whose throne is 
somewhere in the region of the Crooked, but we did suc- 
ceed in bringing out two heads that have not been equaled, 
it is said, by any hunting party in New Brunswick in re- 
cent years. Frank H. Risteen, 
New Bhunswick. 
CHICAGO AND THE WEST. 
Fair Disciples. 
Chicago, III., Oct. 39.— At the Calumet Heights Club, 
of Chicago, whose grounds are along the Lake Michigan 
shore and in the region of the famous Calumet system, 
there is more fun to the square inch than anywhere else 
on earth. At the close of each week three or four dozen 
members gather there and put in a day or two at unmiti- 
gated and unlimited enjoyment in shooting, fishing and 
living. Among the devotees of the rod and gun in this 
popular club are many fair disciples of the art of wing 
and trap shooting. The fever of shooting, it seems, is ex- 
tending to the gentler sex, and they take little urging to 
lay asi^^e the needle and take up the gun. A few days ago, 
the morning of the heavy snowstorm which was men- 
tioned as having surprised this part of the world, Mrs. 
Elbert Gould, of the Calumet Heights Club, was at the 
club house and determined to have a duck hunt, just like 
a man. She arose at 4 o'clock in the morning, donned 
suitable shooting costume with rubber boots, took gun 
and shells, and departed in the gray of dawn after the 
time-honored fashion of duck shooters since time imme- 
morial. She chose her own point of the river shore, get- 
ting into her blind in good season. There was a little 
flight, and Mrs. Gould actually bagged three teal to her 
own gun, all killed flying in regular style. Her return to 
the club house was in the nature of a triumphal proces- 
sion, and so elated was she at her good fortune that she 
declared she was going to start at once for the city vdth 
her ducks and show them to her friends forthwith. This 
is the largest bag of ducks to a lady's shooting at this club 
this fall. 
Mrs, Gould is not alone in her ability to kill a duck on 
the wing. Miss Erwin killed a big fat mallard all by her- 
self, and on the wing, as it crossed a point not far below 
the club house one day' this fall, and came in holding it at 
arm's length by the bill, exulting very much over her 
good fortune. The wife of the club keeper, Mrs. Starr, 
killed a pintail on the wing not long ago, and her daugh- 
ter also has killed her duck, but confesses honestly that 
she shot it on the water and not flying. All or these 
ladies and others shoot at the trap and make creditable 
scores, and it is not likely that any other organization of 
this city can produce so many lady members who are en- 
titled to the name of wing shot. 
No one has had a great deal of shooting at the Calumet 
Heights ground this season, and no one seems to have 
worked very hard for it, it being preferred to loaf and 
have good times taking it easy. Messrs, Patterson and 
Lamphere on a joint trip last week got the mixed bag of 
three teal, one mallard, one widgeon and one bluebill. 
Rifle shooting is much practiced at this club and a num- 
ber of long-range rifles are kept there by members, the 
sand beach offering one of the best rifle ranges to be found 
anywhere adjacent to Chicago. 
BaRS of Ducks. 
The present season has been the poorest for ducks of any 
known here for a long time, and no good bags are men- 
tioned by any one. Probably the beat local bag was made 
by Messrs, A, P, Harper and F, S. Lewis, who were down 
at Water Valley on the Kankakee the day of the storm. 
They put their boat on a wagon and drove to the Brown 
ditch, and pulled into a bole where the birds were crowd- 
ing in out of the storm. They got sixty ducks together, and 
also got a good wetting by means of a capsize from the 
boat. They shot together, and to get a better seat had 
chairs arranged on a board on top the deck of the boat. 
As they swung after a flock of mallards that passed the 
recoil of the guns upset them into the mud and water, 
and gave them a good bath. 
At Water Valley Sam Booth, of Chicago, had a duck 
hole all picked out, and his pusher, Dick Cox, watched 
it for him, one day going and getting twenty-five birds 
there himself. When Mr. Booth came down to shoot, 
the birds were feeding at a hole above there, and the two 
vrent up to that place to shoot. Then they saw the birds 
begin to drop in behind them, at the place they had left, 
and went back to see how it would go again. The flight 
thereupon stopped entirely, and they got only a very few 
shots the rest of the day. 
Messrs. Geo. Marshall, J, Morgan, of the Chicago Metal 
Boat Co., and their friend Mr. Prickett had a camp bunt 
last week on the Kankakee, at a point below Water Val- 
ley and nearly half way to Momence, they expscting to 
get some duck shooting. In this they were disappointed, 
but they got about three dozen jacksnipe, which pleased 
them almost as much. 
Messrs. John Cody and Mike Begley, of Chicago, went 
up to Peckaway Lake, in Wisconsin, a week ago and hap- 
pened to meet the flight. Mr. Cody to his own gun got 
ninety ducks, and reports the sport all that any man 
could wish. 
Mr. Cody's success was the best I have heard of in this 
region, and indeed the heaviest shooting I have known 
anywhere in the country. Two Milwaukee hunters, who 
went to Melette, S. D, , had good shooting three weeks 
ago, getting eighty ducks in one day at some lakes near 
there. I could not get the names of both these men, bat 
was told that one was Mr. Leidersdorf, of that city. My 
informant advises me that there was very good chicken 
shooting this year at points near Melette. In the same 
indefinite way I hear that a club of Dubuque, la,, sports- 
men, who go every year to the North Dakota ducking 
grounds, this fall went to a point west of Jamestown, 
probably Dawson, and had extremely fine sport, bagging 
800 ducks and geese. They made a large party, about 
twenty men,- as I was told. 
Mr. F. A. Howe, the veteran and beloved president of 
the ToUeston Club, of Chicago, has this season not had as 
much sport at his favorite grounds as he could wish, but 
one evening went out and bagged twenty' one ducks, a 
very decent bag for a place only thirty miles from the city. 
Mr. Howe is one of the oldest shooters of Chicago, and 
one of the most respected, and his favorite form of sport 
is shooting ducks. 
A friend tells me that he saw a shooter from Koshoko- 
nong Lake last week who was just coming home from the 
depot in a cab at the close of his visit to that famous lake, 
and in this cab he had actually in hand a bag of thirty-six 
fat canvasback ducks, the product of one day's shooting. 
My friend could not give the shooter's name, as he was a 
stranger; but there was no doubt about the ducks, and he 
said they did look mighty nice. 
A Grand Texas Trip.- 
Mr. Jos. Leiter, of this city, vpith a couple of Eastern 
friends, will start about Nov. 13 for a notable duck trip to 
Texas. They take a steam yacht from New Orleans and 
skirt along the Gulf coast of Louisiana and Texas, making 
a voyage of over two months on the best wildfowling 
country left in the United State-^. The yacht is now on 
its way to New Orleans from New York city, and all the 
outfit is purchased. At Van Uxem's, this city, I saw a 
pack of five of Dan Kidney's best push paddles, which go 
aboard the yacht. Best of all for the success of the party's 
effort at getting ducks, the entire party is to be under the 
guidance of the famous duck slayer, Billy Griggs, known 
in these columns through description of shooting had 
with him in Texas, near Galveston. If anybody on earth 
can get ducks it is Billy Griggs, and it is a very fine pros*- 
pect that is ahead of these cruisers in the summer seas of 
Texas. Billy Griggs is now in this country, and yester- 
day went to his home at Browning, 111., on the Illinois 
River. He will return here next week, and finish plans 
for this trip with Mr. Leiter's party. 
Numbers of Wisconsin Deer Hunters. 
To-day I saw njembers of the general passenger depart- 
ment of the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul Railroad, and 
asked what was their opinion on the amount of traffic 
they would pull into Wisconsin for deer hunting this fall. 
The reply was that they considered the season practically 
lost by the late trouble in the deer law, and thought they 
would not carry more than a few hundred shooters into 
the region. They had contracts made for a number of 
very large parties, some numbering over fifty, most of 
these parties coming from the same old precincts of Ohio 
and Indiana, but nearly all had now given up the trip^ 
It is a singular thing, but all the roads regret that the 
great majority of the deer shooters come from Ohio and 
Indiana, the men of those States having apparently a 
great predilection for this form of sport. 
When asked how many deer hunters the road carried 
into Wisconsin last year, the representatives of the Mil- 
waukee & St, Paul said that they thought they took over 
1,000 and perhaps nearly 3,000 to the pine woods of Wis- 
consin last fall for the purpose of deer hunting. They 
thought it quite within bounds to say that there are 6,000 
deer hunters in the Wisconsin country every fall — possi- 
bly more than that. This I am quite disposed to think 
the case, for thus I have statements from two railroads 
which alone took nearly 4,000 men there last fall. This 
leaves out all the other railroads, all the unknown parties 
who bought tickets and left no record, and all the 
