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FOREST AND STREAM. 
X^ivist 24, 1897. 
hunt was one turkey eacli for Ervin, Pickett and Canny, 
with three misses against Brown and one agaiust Ervin. 
The next morniDg (Thursday) I had all up by 4 o'clock to 
gO after turkeys. As daylight made its appearance, guns 
were heard in every direction, and our gathering in camp 
resulted in seven turkeys. The remainder of the morning 
was spent in a fruitless chase after deer. The evening we 
hiinted for turkeys, resulting in five more being added to our 
string. 
Friday morning we sent twelve ttirkeys home to our fami- 
lies. That day Ervin killed a three point buck, and Sage a 
spike buck, Dr. Inge one turkey (his first), Pickett two tur- 
keys, and Cochran, a visitor, two turkeys. 
Saturday's hunt resulted in four turkeys, with a score of 
Squirrels. Sunday morning Howze left . for home, and we 
sent thfe horns of our deer and all the turkeys we did not 
heed for canap use to our families We spent the day in 
resting, with several of the neighbors to take dinner with us, 
Monday's hunt resulted in adding four turkeys to our list. 
Tuesday we were out early after deer. Ervin killed a 
j^oiing doe and a nice spike buck, and Ervin and I together 
killed a very large old buck with a magnificent set of horns. 
Wednesday, Brown killed two turkeys and Ervin one, This 
ended the fourteenth annual hunt of our club, the score 
being as follows; Ervin, three deer, seven turkeys. Brown, 
seven turkeys. Sage, one deer, five turkeys. Denny, four 
ttirkeye. Pickett, four turkeys. Wood, four turkeys. 
Howze, two turkeys Cochran, two turkeys. Inge, one tur- 
key, and one deer between Wood and Ervin. Total score: 
five deer, thirty-three turkeys, two ducks, and squirrels too 
numerous too count. C. H. Wood. 
ONE DAY AFTER ELK. 
"Come, Capt., let's go down the valley and kill an elk, I'm 
so all- tired hungry for an elk steak, and so blamed tired of 
bacon, that I must either pull my freight out of here or free 
Ireland." Freeing Ireland was easily indulged in after a 
visit to town, and as I preferred elk, 1 readily accepted the 
invitation. 
It is always pleasant to be out with Dad any way. He is 
an "old timer," a diamond in the rough, with a lieart as big 
as the mountains; honest, truthful; alwavs ready to do you 
a service, and if he likes you — well^ if he likes you, you may 
take possession of anything belonging to him, even Dad him- 
self. On the hunt he is keen, alert, untiring; an excel lent shot, 
cool and deliberate, never knows defeat, open-handed and 
generous to a fault. Such is the man I spent nearly five 
months with last summer and fall. Every day with him 
was a revelation. What a treat to live in the woods and hunt 
and fish with such a man after having spent time with some 
arrogant, boastful, lying guide, such as many of us have met; 
men who wouldn't tell an Eastern man the truth, if a lie 
would suffice, and it generally did. 
Dad knew he had but to say "hunt" and I would acquiesce 
instanter. Hastily packing small camp outfit and pro v isions, 
while he rounded up the horses, we were soon oS for the elk 
country. It was a beautiful ride down the creek, and what 
though tlie trail was a little rough in places, we didn't mind 
it in the least, because we were pretty sure of elk at the end 
of it. Half a day in the saddle brought us into a beautiful 
hasin and camping ground. Elk sign was everywhere. 
One could almost smell the liver frying for supper. 
Horses picketed or hobbled and turned loose, and rifles in 
hand, we are off, silently following fresh sign. A mile up the 
basin and SOOyds. ahead, we hear a bull whistle. Separating, 
Dad goes to the right while I bear slightly to the left, with 
nerves strung to the highest pitch, watching, listening, hop- 
ing (selfishly) that the "dude" might be the first to catch a 
glimpse of his Koyal Highness. H ark I Again that une arthly 
sound some one has labeled "Whistle," once heard never 
forgotten, this time, quite within lOOyds. and apparently 
right ahead, but, through timber one can scarcely see 100ft. 
Stealthily stealing through I emerge into a small park, and, 
much to my chagrin, I find that the bull has crossed and 
entered the timber beyond. 
Here 1 find more fresh sign — he evidently has comrades. 
While contemplating which to follow, I hear Dad's rifle 
speak — once, twice, thrice — then all is still. 
All right. Dad; we'll have that liver anyway, and I'll go up 
and help you take care of him. One elk is all the meat we 
can xise. So, shouldering my .45-90 Marlin, my companion 
in many a cha'e, 1 trudged on. 
The day so far had been perfect. Half a mile and I strike 
Dad's trail — one empty shell— then another, but no Dad 
Following on and up I soon see patches of snow, covered 
with blood. Wounded, eh? Well, from the color, I guess 
he is ours. Further climbing, however, didn't reveal either 
man or elk. Crossing a tableland, at whose edge I find that 
both had descended almost a perpendicular wall, and here 
the elk bled profusely. Again I follow, and get into one of 
the roughest places I have ever seen — stretchmg for several 
miles was one mass of broken rock and boulders. Taking 
my glasses 1 scan the country, but not a sign of life is visible. 
Clouds have gathered and flakes of snow began to fall, and, 
not being familiar ground, I beat a retreat, trying to console 
myself with the thought that liver wasn't wholesome diet for 
supper anyway; but somehow my stomach kept saying: "It 
is excellent." 
As I descended the hill I had But a half hour before gone 
up, I heaid a bull whistle, apparently beside me, I looked 
up. There stood a beauty, about 85yds. aw ay, in front of 
me. Quickly raising my rifle, I fired. He jumped, and 
with a mighty bound was in the timber. So surprised was 
I that I couldn't give him a parting salute, and he was evi- 
dently not hit. Could it be possiole! On examining the 
ground where it stood, I found not a drop of blood, and 
none on the trail. I certainly deserve to eat bacon; but I'll 
lollow him and get him, too, even though I am compelled to 
camp on his trail. 
Following him into the timber a short distance, I come 
almost upon him, standing and swaying like a drunken man. 
Moving quickly to one side, I give him another shot', and he 
went flown like a log. Not a single drop of blood had come 
from him. It took but a few moments to get to work. Dad 
came back empty-handed, the first and last time I knew him 
to lose a wounded animal. We soon had the hide off the 
one one I had down and the meat hung up. His head now 
adorns my hall. We proceeded to camp, and ate? Oh, yes; 
and slept, too, I assure you. Next morning we breakfasted 
early, and broke camp, packea on our meat and hit the trail 
for home. 
This country has an abundance of game,, and wOl afl:ord 
the sportsman shooting for years to come, provided it is 
properly protected and not killed for market. 
1 have heard the Eastern man abused because he killed 
several head of elk That was just. He should be blamed 
and puniahed as well. But I also know it to be a fact that 
the same guide who condemned the dude after having helped 
him do the killing, shot down elk for bear bait and market — 
killed them in Wyoming, packed the hindquarters into 
Montana and sold them, thus violating the Jaw of both 
States. Give both guide and dude the same medicine. 
Wabash. 
Red Lodci-K, Hout. 
CHICAGO AND THE WEST. 
Buffalo Jones In the Far Northwest. 
It is hard to suppress a good man, and it is difficult for 
that good man to suppress the stronger impulses of his own 
nature. We have all heard of Buffalo Jones, who got to- 
gether the largest herd of buffalo ever held in captivity in 
this country. These buffalo are now scattered. Most of 
them are in the AUard herd of the Flathead Eeservalion, 
some are in England, and some are in Russia. The great 
herd proved something of a white elephant for Mr. Jones to 
handle. But it was the instinct of Buffalo Jones to go out 
into wild places and catch wild animals, and, although we 
have not heard of him for some time, it was natural that he 
would turn up again sooner or later. This time he appears 
in the far Northwest, and of his mission in that country, the 
Winnipeg Free Press has the following to say: 
"He is going into the far Northwest for the purpose of 
capturing valuable fur- bearing animals, and wild animals 
whose meat is used for food, which he will place on islands 
in the Pacific, off the Alaskan Coast, in order to propaaate 
them for mercantile purposes. The undertaking is backed 
hy a strong company of United Stales capitalists. He in- 
tends to secure, if possible, a herd of musk oxen; he will 
also endeavor to procure silver, gray, black foxes, sable, 
fisher, reindeer, moose, caribou, etc. lie will establish col- 
lecting depots in the North and make shipments periodically 
tothe island on which the ranch will be located. Mr. Jones 
intends to explore for a wagon road to the Yukon from the 
east side of the mountains while in tne North. He leaves 
to-day for Edmonton, where he will complete his outfit and 
start thence for the barren lands. He does not expect to re- 
turn until next year. He has had much experience in hunt- 
ing and capturing wild animals, and has every hope that his 
expedition will be attended with success." 
We have a right to expect something interesting from this 
silent and determined man. 1 have been out wiih Buffalo 
Jones, and he is nearer like a taciturn steam engine on legs 
than anything 1 ever saw. 
Still Another Slnfilnff Mouse. 
I was interested to note the statement by Awahsoose that 
he had at one time heard a siuging mouse. I am able this 
week to add still another instance of the identification of 
this singular little animal. This time the report comes from 
no less a person than Mr. Charles Hallock, first in art, first 
in sport and first in the hearts of his countrymen. Mr. Hal- 
lock will permit me to make use of his letter wrhaiim in 
order that the record may be more complete. He says: "At 
No. 22 Princess Terrace, in Kingston, Canada, in the sum- 
mer of 1888, at the house of George Smith, M. P., in the 
dining room, behind a buffet, we had a fine singing mouse. 
We heard the chirrups and trills and A minors Tor many 
days before we were able to locate the sounds. I guessed 
what the source was, and finally caught the little animal in 
a bag, baited with cracker crumbs and cheese. We squeezed 
the top of a luin. bag together and placed it behind the 
buffet, with the open end inward, and when the bag began 
to rustle one evening, we knew that the mouse had pressed 
his way in, so we simply took up the bag by the top and had 
him a prisoner. We kept him in a bird cage for ten days, 
and he sang very sweetly to us and numerous visitors, but 
one day he escaped and we never saw him more, though one 
of the ladies thought she heard bim once. I reckon the tom 
cat could tell what became of him. He looked like an ordi- 
nary little mouse." 
Animal Statues for the National Zoo. • 
Mr. Edward Kemeys, of Ciiicago, known on more than 
one continent as the greatest living sculptor of wild animals, 
has recently returned from a trip to the East At Washing- 
ton he paid a visit to tbe National Zoological Gardens, and 
one of ttie results of that trip will be an enthusiastic attempt 
by the managers of the National Zoo to secure an appropria- 
tion from Congress for the purpose of erecting, at different 
places in the gardens, bronze statues of the leading Amen- 
can wild animals, and also certain statues typifying the 
American Indian at the time when he also was really wild. 
Mr. Kemeys is no kid glove sculptor. He was a hunter in 
tbe old days of the real West, and he has killed and studied 
every one of the animals he wishes to embody in enduring 
bronze. He has seen the glories of the old West, and knows 
that they are passing away forever. It is his ambition and 
his dream in life to be able to leave behind him a permanent 
record of the wild men and wild things of that glorious 
West which has now gone by. It has been hoped that his 
masterpiece, the expression of the sum of his studies and his 
hope, would he placed in Chicago, the gateway of the West, 
and perhaps this may at some time yet be done; but, after 
Chicago, there is ho more appropriate place for extended 
representation of his work than those gardens of wild ani- 
mals which are destined to be perhaps the most important in 
the world. Mr. Kemeys has expressed himself as delighted 
with tbe surroundings at the National Zoological Gardens 
and eager to pKce among the perishinp wild animals some 
that will not perish with the years. 
Minnesota. 
A great many sportsiren are just as hoggish as market 
shooters, and the only difference between them and the lat- 
ter is that they do not stay at the business so steadily and so 
long. Yet I believe that it was not merely the non-resident 
sportsman, hoggish or not hoggish, who destroyed much of 
Minnesota's heiitage of game. Her prairie chickens went 
chiefly into the ice barrels of early market shooters. Tam- 
arack Lake was ruined as a mallard ground not by amateur 
shooters but by market shooters, who burned it to death by 
relentless and murderous shooting for the shambles of the 
cities. It would be unfair and unkind to criticise the game 
wardens of Minnesota for not having stopped all the ship- 
ments of game since her non-export laws were passed, for 
such a thing is an impossibility to be measured best by a 
familiarity with the extent of the region to be patrolled. But 
w hile all things are relative, and while it is sad to see the 
fish and game disappear from spots where we once found 
them, it is perhaps just to say to Grumbler that if he had the 
power to choose between two evils, that of market shooting 
or of non-resident sportsman shooting, he would probably 
save more game by taking the latter horn of the dilemma. 
It still lies within the power of the State of Miunesola to 
save much of her remaining game by stopping the sale of 
her native game. This cannot^be done all at once, and it 
can never be done more than aporoximately, but it can be 
done to so great an extent that Minnesota can afford to be 
glad to have non-resident sportsmen of the better class come 
and visit her, and not grudge them what they take in 
reason. The mere passing of a law determines nothing. 
Should Grumbler see a sweeping nonresident license 
law go on the Minnesota statutes, it would not signify 
that non-residents would not shoot just the same and not ih 
all cases pay any license. That would l>e something for the 
executive to look into. So is the present good law some- 
thing for the executive to enforce. Gradually the time is 
coming, though perhaps it will arrive too late, when the 
game laws are to be enforced more and more strictly. But 
as to this invasion of Minnesota, I am' afraid there is no 
dodging that. Sportsmen will continue to press further and 
further on beyond their latest lines of venturing from home, 
until finally the American sportsman has learned unmistak- 
ably what has been predicted for him so I6ng, that there are 
no longer any new or relatively new places for him to go to. 
Then come the day of preserves, perhaps also the days of 
tags, tickets, checks and licenses now in vogue in Maine. 
Grumbler and I have no differences of opinion, and I only 
wish that he could devise some system by which he could 
avert the day when we will all have to have a million dollars 
and a duenna when we go out shooting or try to catch a 
trout. As to the really wild country I don't know where it 
is to-day. I never saw a trout stream in Wisconsin or 
Michigan in all my life which did not have a path along it, 
and I doubt if there are many in Minnesota not so decorated. 
Even from the Rocky Mountains comes much the same cry. 
There is no country really wild, but only some that is 
relatively wild. Those who have a heritage in a little of 
that sort of country will do well to do a lot of thinking 
about it. One of the first questions for decision is ttiat im- 
plying a choice between the hunter who is always hoggish, 
and the non-resident sportsmen who sometimes are not, 
Wisconsin. 
In Oneida county. Wis., John W. Schafer, of Rhinelander, 
and W. H. Chapman, of Tomah-iwk Lake, have been ap- 
pointed deputy wardens with a salary, respectively, of $75 and 
|50 per year, this being determined by action of the county 
board. There are a great many counties in Wisconsin which 
would make money lor themselves by appointing good war- 
dens, who would actually protect the woods and streams 
from the continuous depredations of the market shooters and 
fishers. If there were any decent scheme of such protection 
in many parts of the State, the wilder parts most frequented 
by sportsmen tourists from other States, who bring in con- 
sidei able amounts of money, there is no doubt that a still 
larger number of anglers woold visit the Slate, and still 
larger sums of money would be spent there, Lite m a pine 
woods town is one of such limited opportunity for money 
making that the local men can well afford to invite and en- 
courage the outside traffic of this sort. It may do to get a 
sportsman once to a shot-out cover or a flshed-out water, but 
he won't come again, E. HouGu. 
l-.i06 Boron: BtJiLDiNG, Chicago. 
New Brunswick and Quebec Game Notes. 
Edmundston, N. B., July 13. — As many letters of inquiry 
are daily reaching me relating to the hunting and fishing in 
this part of the two Provinces, which here join, as the line 
is but twelve miles aw^y which divides INew Brunswick 
from Quebec, I will give your readers a few items. 
There are nine good places to my own personal knowledge, 
and many more by report (but these I have not looked over), 
where moose abound. Some of these places are of quite 
easy access, while others require walking, and the outfit must 
be carried by men ; in most places one or two miles would be 
the longest carry. As all these will be taken up this fall, I 
mean to keep the easy trips for the old, and those who do 
not feel like roughing it. When I get notice from a party 
who mean to come, I take the guide intended, inspect the 
places, so that there may be no mistake of the game being 
there, also that the guide may learn all about the best way of 
getting there, and many other points of great value, unless 
he is perfectly familiar with it before. 
These places are widely apart; no one party will be near 
another, as many miles intervene. Just as many parties will 
be located as there are places, and no more. As for caribou 
and deer hunting, with very often a moose, I can furnish 
good places for hundreds of parties; in fact, caribou espe- 
cially are very plentiful, while the black bear is abo numer- 
ous; on a twelve days' trip we saw five of these animals. 
By leaving Boston one night you reach here the next. A 
license to hunt is required, which, in Q'lebec, costs $35, in 
New Brunswick, |20. Season opens in New Brunswick 
Sept. 1, in Quebec, for caribou Sept. 1, for moose and deer 
Oct, 1, 8. J. Raymond, 
Overseer of Game and Fish, Province of Quebec. 
Idaho Bears. 
Kkox Taylor, the former PriDceton foothill player, who. 
was in New Y^ork at the time of the Sportsman's Exposition, 
is a mining engineer at Ketchum, Idaho. The other day, 
while oft" on a hunt, he had the luck to encounter four bears 
at close quarters. He fli'ed at and wounded the first one he 
saw, which happened to be a large she bear. The next mo- 
ment a male bear charged him, but was stopped by a bullet 
from Taylor's .50-110 Winchester, which struck him fairly 
between the eyes. Thinking he had settled the male, Taylor 
turned his attention again to the she bear; but, as it hap- 
pened, the bullet had glanced fiom the bear's skull without 
inflicting much damage, and a second later the wovmded 
bear, No. 2, was on his teet and charging the hunter for the 
second time. Fortunately Taylor caught sight of the bear, 
and by a well-directed bullet in the chest forever settled his 
ugly customer. For a few brief moments thingii had been 
pretty lively in that neck of the woods, and when he turned 
to look for the female bear, he found she had taken advan- 
tage of the excitement and escaped. Taylor, however, was 
Well satisfied to have secured hia first bear, and alone, 
"The substance of these facts is cont-aiaed iu a private let- 
ter to his cousin, Mr. Percival Chrystie, of High Badge, N, 
J., to whom I am indebted for the information. 
J. B. BUKNHAM 
