May 1, 1897.] 
"FOREST AND STREAM. 
343 
"Samuel, will thee go and visit John Bartlett or will thee 
come in and read the 'Liberator' and the 'Anti-Slavery 
Standard,' or maybe thee'd rather read 'Thomas Chalk- 
ley's Journal,' or some account of early Friends. Thee'll 
find them very improving." 
Sam saw Margaret making a wrv face at the mention of 
these works, as if at recollection of some unpalatable dose 
of childhood, and wisely decided to seek recreation in the 
company of living rather than departed worthies. He 
found Friend Bartlett in a stony field behind the orchard, 
persuasively urging a yoke of deliberate oxen who moved 
with a slow, ponderous progress, in apparent unconscious- 
ness of the plow behind them, though the tense chain 
creaked under the constant strain, the share groaned and 
grumbled a subterraneous complaint among the stones, and 
Michael, bending between the handles, grumbled and 
cursed in as continuous an undertone, which he took good 
care should not be loud enough to call a reproof from his 
employer. 
Sam was greeted with quiet cordiahty by Friend Bartlett, 
and accommodating his long legs to the pace of the pro- 
cession, eajoyed a peripatetic visit till the mellow conch 
sounded for dinner. Michael's presence had prevented 
their speaking of what was uppermost in their thoughts, 
and now that he went to the barn with the oxen John 
Bartlett said: 
"Well, I guess our colored friend must he safe over the 
Line by this time." 
"They went off a-kitin' anyways," said Sam. "An' I 
tell you what, Mr. Bartlett, I b'lieve the' 's a couple more 
on 'em a-p'intin' for Canerdy right in broad daylight," and 
went on to tell of the two stage coach passengers. 
"Thee don't say! In the stage this morning! I had a 
letter from one of our friends in Middlebury saying that 
he had a woman and her child in his house and would 
send 'em along as ^oon as it seemed safe. But I didn't 
think he'd venture to so soon after they were hunting for 
Eobert—and in this way. It was a pretty bold stroke, I 
say for it." 
''Mebby it's the safest arter all, an' the' won't nob'dy 
mistrust 'at hain't on the lookout, for the woman keeps 
her face clust as ever you see, and the voung un's as white 
as—as any white young un," and Bam instinctively looked 
toward the east as if he could see through the "Pinnacle" 
to the .Danvis hills, where his own flaxen-haired boy 
played safe and free in the shelter of the Green Moun- 
tains. 
"They'll go right to one of our friends in Burhugton, 
and he'll put 'em aboard of the steamboat that'll take 'em 
right to St. John's," said the other. "Come, let's go to 
dinner." 
The neatly-served meal and its decorous prelude of silent 
grace forcibly reminded Sam of the difference between home 
life and camp life, and just then the latter did not seem quite 
the best, and it set him to longing for his own fireside. This 
longing continued to abide with him when the quiet after- 
noon was half spent and it was time for him to return to 
camp, for which he felt a kind of disgust, not lessened by 
the impression of his entertainers' unspoken conviction 
that his present recreation was a sad waste of time. He 
could not take their view of it any more than they could 
understand his, but he craved their good opinion, and 
could not be satisfied with mere toleration. 
Till he was out of their sight, halfway across the fields, 
he felt a shame that he was ashamed of Then a westerly 
waft brought him the heartening fragrance of the 
autumnal woods* odor of pine and hemlock and ripe 
leaves. Far behind him he heard the returning stage 
coach clucking like a hen bringing home her brood, and 
presently after the joyous clamor of the freed school chil- 
dren, for the stage coach was the school mistress's clock. 
Unheeding the incoming water fowl that swerved aside 
or upward from their impetuous flight to pass him, he pad- 
dled steadily down the channel, his constant wake gilding 
the silver water far behind him with pulsing reflections of 
the sunset that were reflected again in flickering shafts of 
duller gold dropping aslant down the paling of marsh, and 
80 he came to the end of his peaceful voyage. 
EowLAND E. Robinson. 
Fkbbisbuhqh, Vermont, 
THE LOST MAN OF LABRADOR. 
Editor Forest and Sir earn: 
I was very much interested in reading in the last issue of 
FoKEST AND Steeam Mr. Fitzgerald's letter about the wan- 
dering of a man supposed to be Dr. Games on the Labrador 
coast. I take it that there have been previous letters pub- 
lished concerning him, which unfortunately 1 have not read 
and so know nothing about his previous history. In regard 
to his wanderings in the far North I may be able to afford a 
httle more light, as I traveled from Uugava to Rigolet on the 
Hudson Bay Company's steamer in 1893, and htard about 
this unfortunate man, but did not meet him, as he was on 
his journey between Davis Inlet and Nachvak when I 
stopped at those places. I wintered in Labrador and did 
not return to civilization until September, 1894, and conse- 
quently did not know inquiries were being made for him. 
Last year I again passed down the coast, and as I was 
naturally interested in the fate of the poor fellow 1 m^de 
inquiries at George Jiiver and Nachvau ; but unforlunately 
diQ not pay particular attention to details, as I had no idea 
that he was being sought for. 
The account given by Mr Filzgerald is in the main cor- 
rect, and I can only alter the details of his last wanderino^ 
and sad death. From what 1 could learn, the poor fellow 
was suffering from religious mauia, which became acute 
only at intervals, when it impelled him to travel onward 
The greater part of the time he was, to all appearance, quite 
rational, but was always very reticent concernino- himself 
He passed Davis Inlet in Septembar, and tramped" with oc- 
Dasional lifts in boats, to Rama, a Moravian mission station 
aorth of Cape Mugford, where he remained until late in 
October, when he again started northward for JSIachvak but 
•eturned in a few days nearly dead from exposure and 'star- 
ration; refusing to remain with the missionary, he was sent 
m with some E^kimos, aud arrived at the fl. B Post at 
!jachvak in November. He remained there as the guest of 
ttr. Jas..Ford until Februar^r, aud during that tiaie made 
nnaself useful in teaching the children. In February some 
Sskimo arrived from George River with dog teams and he 
■esolved to accompany thein home. He started with them 
icross the high barrea mouu tains; and, having occadon to 
itop when only a short distance from Nachvak, the Eskimo- 
-probably being afraid of him— went on and left nim He 
ollowed on in hopes of catching up to them, but was unable 
to do so; andiwithout any blanket, 'or even means of'making 
a fire, he followed their trail over the roughest country in 
Labrador without food for nearly a week, only once sleeping 
in a snow house erected by the Eskimo, the distance be- 
tween the houses being too great for his unaided daily 
tramp. Under such conditions, it is simplv marvelous that 
he should reach the Hudson's Bav Post at George River, as 
be did, with hands and feet badly frozen. He was wefl 
looked after there by Mr. John Ford, and under careful 
treatment soon recovered. He remained quietly at this 
place for about two months, and took delight in teaching 
the children about the post. Mr. Ford informed me that he 
was a well-educated man who had evidently traveled con- 
aiderablv. as he often spoke of the various places in the 
United States, and although he would not direct! v tell where 
he resided Mr. Ford was under the impression that he was 
from Philadelphia, if I remember rightlv, and that his name 
was Curran, which agrees closely with Games 
The night previous to his sad death he was very restless 
and called several times for his mother. The following 
evening he said that he must continue bis journey, and 
pointing across tbe small cove on which the post is situated, 
said that if he would get to heaven he must go straight in 
that direction over the hill, that rises almost perpendicular 
1,000ft. above the cove. He insisted that Mr. Ford should 
open the front door, which was blocked with snoAv for tha 
winter. Mr. Ford, becoming alarmed, left him to arouse 
the servants in their house, and when he returned found that 
the poor fellow had bm-sted open the door and was gone. 
Before doing so he had removed all his clothes and went forth 
into the cold, starlight night naked. 
They immediately followed his tracks, which led down a 
small hill and up over the store belonging to the post, and 
on the far side they found him quite dead, having slipped on 
the roof and fallen, his neck striking on the sharp edge of a 
fishing flat that rested against the store. 
Thus ended the life of this unhappy wanderer, who must 
have been a man of exceptional physique and will power, to 
overcome, without any aid whatever, the hardships and 
trials of a journey up the coast of Labrador, a journey that 
no one unacquainted with the physical character of the 
country can have any idea of, and to me, with some knowl- 
edge of travel in Labrador, it seems nothing but marvelous 
that he did not perish long before reaching far-off Ungava 
Bay. His body now rests in the lonely little grave-vard on 
the barren hill overlooking tbe small Hudson Bay Post be- 
side the grave of Mrs. Ford's eldest son; and although a 
wanderer unknown, poor and demented, he was taken in 
and treated as an honored guest by these kind, simple peo- 
ple of the far north, who give us, living in civilization, lef- 
sons in practical Christianity that might be learned with 
profit to ourselves and the wayfarer at the gate. 
1 inquired of Mr. Ford if he had any papers or other ar- 
ticles that might be used to identify the poor fellow, but he 
informed me that he only found a Bible on his person; and 
therefore if he had a wallet he must have lost it on his wan- 
derings before reaching George River. 
During the coming summer I shall probably again visit 
George River, and will then make more careful inquiries; in 
the meantime I would be much obliged if his friends would 
send me a description of his personal appearance and other 
facts of use in identifying the unfortunate wanderer. 
„ ^ A. P. Low. 
Gbolosical St'aYE*, Ottawa. 
THE SCHOOLHOUSE COVER.— IL 
(Concluded /ro7H page SG6.) 
Ai'tEr lunch we returned to the hummocks, as this por- 
tion of the grounds was called. The veteran dog .Toe had 
hunted here many times and knew every favorite spot, and 
it was most interesting to watch him as he worked out the 
ground. Instead of beating it out regularly he would gallop 
to the well-known places, slowing up as he approached them 
until he arrived at his chosen spot, when he would stop, 
and, with nose in air, feel f*.r the scent, and if nothing was 
found his head would drop and off he would gallop to the 
next place. But did he catch scent of a bird there would be 
a wag or two of his tail, a quick and expressive glance 
toward bis master, and then he would straighten out on 
point. One incident that occurred in this connection I shall 
never forget. Joe had passed by a small knoll without giv- 
ing it any attention, and was some 50yds. beyond it when 
my dog pointed just at the edge, and as Joe caught sight of 
him it was very curious and interesting to watch his per- 
formance. Joe was one of the best dogs to back that I have 
ever iseen, and he at once honored the point in good style, 
but only for a second or two, when he crouchingly stole 
around behind until he had the wind, tben, with nose in air, 
he carefully approached a little to one side until he caught 
scent of tiie bird, when he pointed in his usual good style 
for an instant; then, with an expressive wag of his tail, he 
carefully crawled to the rear some 10 or 12ft., when he 
raised himself up and again backed my dog. ■ 
This interesting performance was keenly enjoyed by us. 
It was plain as daylight that Joe did not believe there was a 
bird there, and thought that my dog was pointing false; but 
after satisfying himself that there really was a bird there, he 
realized that he had done his companion an injustice, and at 
once made the proper amende by going to the rear and back- 
ing him. It is perhaps needless to say that aU three of us 
firmly believed that dogs think and reason, but I am not going 
to discuss that question, and wiil only say that I do not 
believe that any inteihgunt person who owns an intelligent 
dog will disagree with me. 
After talking over the performance I stepped in front of 
mj' d3g, when three grouse rose at the upper end of the 
knoll and swung to the left Although a long distance away. 
I cut loose at the nearest one; but he kept on "Along 
sbot," said the veteran, while Sabin shook his head and said 
something about wasting ammunition— impossible to kill at 
that dittaiice— all foolishness; but Sabin thought everything 
of his repulation as a sure shot, and never took any hazard- 
ous chances, while I usually shoot regardless of reputation 
or distance, and I kill enough of these wild shots to keep me 
up to the mark; at least, I still continue to take aU the 
chances. 
Following the birds to the run where w? had marked them 
down, my dog threw his head in the air, and taking a few 
strides picked up my bird and brought it in stone dead. The 
veteran bgain said "a long shot, " while Sabin again shook 
hia head, but never said a word. Meantime Joe had struck 
the trail in the middle of the run and was waiting for us. 
The veteran went to his dog, Sabin took position on the 
right flank, while I crossed to the left side, and in this order 
we followed the birds up the run. We had gone but a short 
distance when I heard a grouse rise a long distance ahead of 
us, and goon caught sight of it coming at its best 'speed 
directly toward us. I well knew that Sabin would not shoot, 
and as I could not tell whether the veteran could see the 
bird, I took a quick sight and pulled, and was greatly pleased 
to see him collapse and come down; and so ereat wa^^ bis 
momentum that he struck the ground 20yds behind 
us, although he was fully that distance in front 
when I fired. Mentally congratulating myself upon 
the beautiful shot, I proceeded to load, and was 
greatly surprised to bear the veteran also loading and to 
hear him exclaim, "What! did you shoot?" "Yes," said I 
"did you?" Sabin averred that the reason why ho did not 
shoot was that he knew that no one gun could stop a 
thunderbolt like that, "but," added he, "I am awful 
sorry that I did not shoot, for then I could enjoy 
with you two the satisfaction of having made a brilliant 
shot." Joe still stuck to the trail, and as we knew that two 
birds came in, we continued on up the run in the same order 
When we came to the end of the trail of the bird that we had 
killed, .Joe showed by his actions that he knew that the bird 
had flown; but as the trail of the other one was near by he 
again drew on for a few yards, when he signalled that this 
one had also taken flight, probably at the same time as the 
first one. Joe told us plainly that the bird had gone squarely 
to the left, and as we knewnothing about it, we'followed the 
course indicated to another run some aOOyds. away. The 
wind was blowing across the run toward us, and wlien we 
arrived near the edge Trump and .Joe pointed at almost the 
same instant, and a second later my dog caught sight of Joe 
and then Trump, and backed them, the three making a won- 
derful picture that has not grown dim in all the long years 
that have passed since I gazed upon it that beautiful October 
afternoon. There in the bright sunlight stands old Trump 
20yds above me, as firm as a rock, his forefeet are in a small 
hoflow, while his hind ones are considerably higher, which 
brings his nose close to the ground, although his head is 
sticking up like a mud turtle's, while that stumpy tail of his 
is pointing straight in the air instead of at its usual angle of 
about forty-five degrees. His white and orange colors stand 
sharply out from the background of dark green turf that cov- 
ers the springy hillside, and as every hair on him is pointing 
his portion of the picture is a gem in itself. Just beyond 
him stands his master with a smfle upon his beaming coun- 
tenance and an air of rapt attention that does full justice to 
the scene. Some 6yds. nearer me stands Joe also pointing 
in grand style, with his head over his shoulder and his tail 
as straight as a ramrod, pointing squarely toward Trump, 
while just behind him is the veteran, and a glance at his 
speaking countenance plamly tells you that he too is happy. 
How his eyes snap and sparkle as he gazes upon that beauti- 
ful picture; see with what grace he doffs his hat, and almost 
reverently bows low to each of the trio of living statues. 
Such homage was never more sincerely offered. 
My dog was at heel and not near enough to get the scent, 
but he was in plain sight of both dogs, and almost as soon 
as .Joe pointed he backed him, with his head well up, while 
he crouched behind nearly to the ground, and as I turned 
to look at him he caught sight of Trump, and I could see 
his eyes grow brighter and the hair along bis spine raise up 
as he honored the point of his old and tried companion. 
The peculiar posiiions of the dogs added much to the charm 
of the picture, and we gazed upon it for some time in deep 
admiration. 
Finally the veteran waved his hand to me, and in response 
to the silent command I went down the run a few yards, 
and crosfiog it to the opposite bank took my station just 
above the veteran and a little below Sabin. The veteran 
then walked in and put up the grouse, which flew as straight 
as an arrow for Sabin, who was standing facing us; but no - 
sooner did the bird start than he wheeled squarely around, 
and as it passed him the gun came into position, there was a 
sharp report, and the swiftly whirring pinions were stilled 
forever. As we were nearly at the head of the little run, 
my companions came to me, and after talking over the per- 
formance a while the veteran suggested that, in order to save 
time, we should separate and beat out the remainder of this 
portion of the cover, so I bore sharp to the left and Sabin 
took the right-hand edge, while the veteran was to work out 
the section between us, the place of meeting being the open 
ground between this cover and the run that leads back 
toward the starting point 
I had gone but a short distance past the place where we 
so handsomely stopped the thunderbolt, when my dog came 
to a point just at the edge of a strip of low-growing birches. 
Walking in front of him, I passed through the narrow strip 
where, from almost under my feet, a brace of woodcock 
rose, and flying low went nearly straight away, giving me a 
splendid opportimity for an easy double Now there is no 
sport Hove so well as shooting at flying birds, so I shot at 
both of them, and then followed them up and gave each of- 
them another dose; one of them kept straight on, while 
the other swung to the left and settled in a dense tangle of 
thorns and birches. Sending ray dog around into the wind 
he soon had him fast, and while I was wondering how I 
should ever get into the thicket the bird solved the problem 
by flushing wild nearly thirty yards away, and as I caught, a 
glimpse of him twisting through the blanches I cut loose and 
he either hit a limb or blundered into the charge and came 
down and the dog brought him in. My fun was over so far 
as this one was concerned, and I started for the other, but 
had only two shots at him before he refused to rise again, 
and was also gathered in. Working out the remainder of 
my share of the ground I found two more woodcock, both 
of them giving up at the first shrt. Before arriving at the 
open ground 1 found both of my companions awaiting me. 
The veteran had accounted for five woodcoclt and Sabin had 
scored two woodcock and a grouse. When I reported my 
four the veteran slyly remarked that he had missed one shot, 
of which I was undoubtedly aware, as he had only five birds 
to show for his six shots. This I knew, of course, was a 
covert fiing at the fusilade that had been going on in my 
quarter, but I cared little for this; and told him that I never 
kept score except of the fun, and hits or misses were so 
nearly alike in this respect that I scorned minor details, con- 
soling myself when 1 killed a bird with the thought that my 
companions would be pleased, and congratulating myself 
when I missed that I would have the fun over again "If 
that is the case," said he, "it is a thousand pities that you 
killed that bird this morning when you were tumbfing down 
the hill," 
"Oh! no," I repliid, "that shot appeared to afford my 
companions so much pleasure that I was reaUy glad that I 
tumbled the bird." 
Cro-sing the open lot to the run I have mentioned Sabin 
volunteered to beat the cover while we guarded the flanks, 
the veteran passing down through the cover while I kept 
guard along the upper edge, both of us keeping some SOyds. 
