Sept. 11, 1897.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
carTjine from its corner and hurry after him, losing both 
f my worn-out slippers on the way. 
"What have they got, Mike?" 
"Sure it's a calf I think, sor," s%ys Mike, who is never- 
theless standing at a very respectable distance from the 
little group that is surging about among the weeds. 
I takevthe lantern from him and this is what I see: 
Standing with his back arched and hi« head low, facing 
first this way and then that, and sometimes making three 
or four springs at the nearest of his foes' is a large bob- 
tailed cat or lynx. With his ears tucked back close to his 
I skull and every hair on his body erect, his wicked eyes 
I shining green in the light of the lantern, he is an awk- 
ward looking customer enough and is really about the size 
, of a small calf. 
Whoo hoop! At the well-known cheer the hounds all 
dash in on him at once. He fights grimly and grandly 
and perfectly silently; with every move he makes he scores 
one of the dogs with tooth or claw. Three times he breaks 
loose from them all, but they are nbt to be denied, and at 
last they get him over on his back and with the claws of 
both forefeet firmly fijced in poor Eummager's nose, and a 
big piece of one of Sultan's long ears in his mouth, he gives 
up the battle. The hounds are too tired to worry and 
quarrel over his remains, but panting and exhausted they 
lie down by his side and the fun is over, H. L. 
AN ADIF70NDACK DEER HUNT. 
At Wa-wa-yanda camp, situated on a beautiful spot of the 
shores of Indian Lake, there were grouped about the camp- 
fire one clear evening in late summer the inmates of the camp, 
enthusiastically discussing a trip back into the wilderness for 
deer that had been proposed and finally decided upon, The 
start had been set for the morrow, and all the preparations 
had already been made. 
Our party consisted of five, including our guide : Hank, a 
good woodsman and old camper; Harry W.. inexperienced, 
but plucky and willing to learn; my brother, myself and our 
guide Brown, who rejoiced in the sobriquet of "Comical." 
The next morning dawned clear and lovely. The waters 
of the lake, ruflied by the light morning breeze, flashed and 
shimmered like hammered silver as the golden shafts of the 
sun-god glanced from its bosom. The start was quickly ac- 
complished, and soon the white tents faded in the distance as 
sinewy arms sent the light skiffs bounding joyously forward. 
On we went past stately groves of spruce and hemlock, 
whose dark needles had turned to burnished gold at the 
touch of the rising sun; past clumps of bright-leaved birch, 
and poplar that sighed and murmured softly to us as we 
passed ; past a little island and an emerald marsh, over which 
two white-headed eagles circled with graceful sweep of 
wings, till at length the high banks of the Lake Louie 
'•'carry" came into view and we knew that five miles had 
been left behind. 
A short ' 'carry" brought us to the outlet of Lake Louie. 
We followed this a short distance and then sped on over the 
lake itself. Louie Lake is a roughly circular sheet of water 
and affords good fishing for lake trout. It is also good hunt- 
ing territory, one of its inlets being a noted stream for night 
hunting. Having pulled across this lake our travel by water 
was at an end. The boats were unloaded, beached and con- 
cealed in the brush, Ihen the packs were shouldered and we 
set out over the long trail to Pillsbury Pond. The setting 
sun beheld five weary sons of Nimrod, welcome gladly the 
small clearing in which stood the old log cabin that was to 
be our home during our stay. 
That night there were no volunteers for jacking and soon, 
after the turning in pipes, the camp was wrapped in slum- 
ber. 
The following morning the camp was astir early. My 
brother and Hank thought they would go over to the Uedar 
Lakes and see what the prospects were for deer in Beaver 
Pond, a small sheet of water situated very close to Upper 
Cedar Lake. They soon departed, and Harry and the 
writer determined to try a little fishing. Our piscatorial 
efforts were, however, only rewarded by the capture of a 
small trout and numerous chub, and we soon quit it, disap- 
pointed. As the shadows were lengthening, Hank and my 
brother came into camp. They reported numerous deer sign 
in Beaver Pond, but as the water lilies were cropped off 
everywhere along the shores of Pillsbury, we decided to 
hunt there a few nights at least. That night the moon 
shone serenely in the sky and night hunting was out of the 
question. 
The following day we all went over to the Cedars. These 
three bodies of water are very pretty mountain lakes, set in 
among the hills of hemlock, spruce, beech and basswood, 
and occasional patches of gorgeous mountain ash, and they 
afford good trout fishing in the spring, besides being in close 
proximity to two excellent hunting ponds. The others de- 
cided to stay at the lake and spin yai'ns with an acquaint- 
ance that was camping there, but I took my rod and tried 
lor the rainbow -hued denizens of the Cedar River. Using 
a coachman and scaiiet-ibis, I killed about a dozen average 
fish and then ret-urned to the lake. The scarcity of the 
trout was due to the extreme lowness of the water, for, 
under favorable conditions, the lower waters of the Cedar 
Eiver afford splendid sport in the spring and early summer. 
When I got back to the lake I found that Hank and Brown 
had already departed for Pillsbury, while my brother had 
volunteered to stay with our acquaintance, who was ill; so 
Harry and I started back to camp. I had doubts of our 
ability to reach the trail before twilight, and greater ones of 
our ability to follow a trail that we had passed over but 
once in the dark. We found the trail after a little delay and 
started over the mile that separated us from Pillsbury Pond. 
By the time we were half-way over it, it grew so dark that 
I could barely distinguish the outline of Harry two paces 
behind; worse yet, it began to rain, and the prospects of 
spending an exceedingly disagreeable night in the woods 
seemed excellent. Time and again we got off the trail, and 
as many times regained it. How we ever reached the pond 
is still a mystery to us both, but reach it we did. We were 
- a thankful pair of mortals when we got to camp, and that 
night I registered a vow never lo attempt to go over an im- 
kuown trail again at nightfall. " ..... 
.The following day it rained heavjly- and we whUed. the 
hours away with whist and euchre.' That night I was 
awakened by the report of- a rifle' just without the cabin, 
then came a pause and a second shot. Straightaway Hank's 
voice came through the darkness: "I guess that settled 
him." Later I ascertained that "him" was a Canadian 
porcupine that had imvaded the dining tent and finally suc- 
ceeded in upsetting a pile of tin plates. This had proved 
too much for the nerves of Harry and Hank, and they had 
Bahied forth, with the aforesaid result. " 
Next morning dawned clear and balmy, as though Dame 
Nature was trying to atone for her desolate appearance of 
the day bsfore by donning her loveliest garb. Each of the 
millions of raindrops sparkled like a diamond as the golden 
showei-s from Apollo's chariot fell upon them, and the air 
was laden with the odor of the balsam. 
After breakfast was over, Harry and I started to go over 
to the Cedars to bring my brother, but we met him midway 
on the trail between Pillsbury and the Middle Cedar. 
That afternoon three of us took the rifles, and at 4:30 
started to take positions for a sunset shoot. Hank took a 
station at a part of the pond called the Narrows; my brother 
chose one of the islands at the mouth of a deep bay; while 
the writer chose his stand far up it. Pulling up to the head, 
where a small brook ran in, I ran the skiff ashore. After I 
had remained there son^e time my evil genius prompted me 
to move lower down, and, acting upon the impulse, I went 
down about lOOyds. Drawing tip into the rushes I waited 
in silence, while only the harsh rattle of the kingfisher and 
the metallic quauJe! of the great blue heron broke the still- 
ness. Suddenly my eye caught two red objects moving 
along the border of a little marsh' at the extreme head of the 
bay, about (180yds. diltant. To say that I was disgusted 
Would but faintly express my feelings, for had 1 not moved 
they would have been less than lOOyds. away. Knowing 
that there wae no danger of their seeing me, and 'that the 
wind was also in my favor, I watched them for some lime. 
I soon perceived, however, that they (vould not feed up 
closer because the marsh did not extend far, and consequently 
prepared for action. My arm was a .88-40 Winchester be- 
longing to Harry, which I had never shot. As the weapon 
came up the sights blurred badly, so I lowered it again. 
Again it was raised and lowered, but at the third trial I 
pulled. When the smoke drifted away only one of the red 
forms appeared, and 1 thought the other was down. Quickly 
covering the other, I shot. Again and again, and still again, 
the rifle spoke, till finally, at the fourth shot the deer sprang 
into the brush and vanished. Upon paddling up I discov- 
ered that the other had also escaped unscathed, and then 
sadly turned the bow toward camp, whither I arrived in 
due time. It was somewhat of a balm to my wounded pride 
when I later discovered that a .38-40 cartridge would not 
"hold up" 180yds , though it was an inexcusable lack of 
knowledge on my part. 
That night Brown and my brother went out, and returned 
about 3 A. M, They reported that they had got a shot, but 
were not certain that they had killed it. The following 
morning we made search, and found a medium doe lying 
dead on the shore, shot through the heart. The circum- 
stances attending the killing were peculiar enough to merit 
mention. They had come upon the deer swimming the pond ; 
my brother fired both barrels, extinguishing the jack by the 
concussion, the first char.ge passing through the ears, the se- 
cond missing entirely. Now was Brown's opportunity, and 
he was equal to the emergency. Throwing up his repeater, 
and guided by the sound alone, he shot six times by guess, as 
he put it, One of them chanced to strike just back of the 
f oreshoulder, and dropped her dead in her tracks. 
The following day, Brown and Hank left for the Cedars to 
hunt Beaver Pond, and the rest of us lay around camp, 
smoking and talking till late in the afternoon; then we again 
took stands, but no deer came in. That night was clear, and 
the moon shone too brightly for successful hunting; though 
my brother and Harry circled the pond, putting out three, 
but being unable to get a shot. 
The ensuing day was rainy, aud noon brought Brown and 
Hank back from Beaver Pond, bringing the head of a fine 
five-point buck that they had. secured by a sunset shot the 
day before. The antlers were as symmetrical a pair as I 
have ever had the pleasure of seeing. The evening passed 
quickly and pleasantly away, till at length pipes were 
knocked out, blankets unrolled, and all was still, save the 
gentle breathing of the sleeps and the mournful hooting of an 
owl, 
My brother and Brown had planned a trip to Mud Lake, 
and as the day was fair on the morrow they left, while the 
remainder of the party spent most of the day in exploring 
the borders of the pond. Later, when the sable hordes of 
night had arisen and engulfed the hills in shadows, Harry 
and I Started on a hunt. As we passed up the outlet, the 
writer was deeply impressed by the weirdness of the scene. 
The peaceful, calm night, preternaturally soit almost seemed; 
the still, majestic forest, with its border of tamarack hoary 
with their festoons of long, gray moss; the old stumps about 
which the pale mist curled and twined lovingly, making 
them appear like wraiths in the jacklight ; the surface of the 
lake, cold, dark and treacherous, save where some 
wandering beam of the now-rising moon stole through 
the surrounding foliage, and, by its gentle radiance, mellowed 
and beautified; the skiff, with the dark, motionless figure in 
the bow, that glided silently along as migtit well the grim 
Ferryman of the Styx; all contributed to the wild beauty of 
the night. Soon the moon rose above the crest of the trees 
and made successful hunting impossible. However, we 
persevered and put out two while going up the pond. There 
we went ashore and built a fire and had a pipe, while Harry 
afterward fell into a doze. When 1 aroused him the serenity 
of the night had passed away and nature was in a sterner 
mood. A strong wind had sprung up and was soughing 
mournfully through the treetops, while a dark bank of 
clouds was rising rapidly in the west. Hastily shoving off, 
we started for camp, but the storm overtook us before half 
the distance had been traversed. With my hat brim pulled 
down low over my eyes to keep out the driving rain, 1 was 
driving the skiff" slowly forward in the teeth of the storm 
when suddenly the sharp report of Harry's rifle rang out. 
Peering ahead, I saw the head and shoulders of a deer rush- 
ing toward the shore, and Harry's rifle spoke twice more. 
Dropping the paddle and catching up my own arm, I joined 
in the chorus, but in vain; the quairy escaped scatheless. 
Brown and my brother got back to camp the next day. 
They had seen no deer, but reported seeing some large trout. 
Brown had hooked a fine fish, using my Mght tackle on a 
oub pole, but lost it through the parting of the leader, 
-'. Next morning, we broke camp and turned our faces home- 
ward. The trip to Lake Louie, with lightened loads and a 
down grade, was soon over. A halt at McOormack's, where 
the'"party was photographed, then , we launched the skiffs 
and pulled down the lake. We passed over the "carry" and 
rowed down Indian Lake in the soft light of the waning day 
as the sun sank slowly behind Snowy Mountain until, at last, 
we reached camp as the hazy twilight was clothing the hills 
in purple and the white mist was rising from the w^ter in 
curling billows. - ., _ 
That night, as we lay in the' tent watching the fragrant 
]ffreaths curl upw^d iu graceful curves, we talked the hunt 
over in low tones till, at length, silence crept over the camp, 
while the weird cry of the loon echoed over the lake and the 
dying embers of the camp-fire flared, flickered and sank into 
ashes. Etjexts. 
CHICAGO AND THE WEST. 
Expensive Birds. 
At Webster City, la-, on Aug. 26, L. A. McMurray, pres- 
ident of the leading bank of the city, was caught early one 
morning having a half dozen nice prairie chickens fixed up 
for breakfast. He said they were given to him by a friend, 
whose name he would not disclose. This gamencss on his 
part was, at least, commendable, but it cost him $20 a bird 
to settle up with the law for having the birds in his posses- 
sion, or $120 in all. It would have been cheaper to have left 
these birds in possession of the State of Iowa, which owned 
them. 
• At Fremont, Neb., last week, Frank Hepperly, of Madi- 
son, Neb., was arrested for killing eleven prairie chickens. 
It cost him $5 per bird, with costs — $70 in all. It would 
have been cheaper and more respectable to have left the 
birds in the possession of the State of Nebraska, which 
owned them. 
Where to Get Chicken Shootlngr.,; 
Thus far I have no reason to change my earlier belief that 
upper Minnesota and upper North Dakota- would prove 
about as good fields as any for the chicken shooters this sea- 
son. The law opened last Wednesday in Minnesota, and to- 
day that State is alive with chicken shooters from all parts 
of the Union, as is also North Dakota. Advices from St. 
Paul mention very favorably upper North Dakota points 
along the Great Northern Railway, especially St. Vincent, 
Pembina, Warren, Stephen and Northcote. Grove City and 
Willmar, lower down aud in Minnesota, are said to be good. 
On the Northern Pacific, between Barnesville and Fargo, 
the crop is reported good. Glenwood, on the Soo road, is 
named favorably. If I felt I had to have a lot of chickens 
and not a few, I believe I would get up well to the north, 
say as high as Pembina, and then work on west. Of course, 
this means sharp- tail grsuse country too. Little Palls, Fer- 
gus Palls, Sauk Center, Detroit and Perham. all in Minne 
sola, are spoken of as fair points for chickens this fall. 
At Aberdeen, S. D., I think the chicken shooting cannot 
be remarkable, for a local paper states with some interest 
that three shooters of that city, B. C. Torks, F. W. Harra- 
gin and J. J. Deertz bagged twenty birds "in a few heura 
one evening," which fact they are not likely "soon to forget." 
As to chicken .shooting in Nebraska, a well posted news- 
paper in Omaha gives the good advice to keep off the main 
lines of the railroads, and to hunt out the small towns far 
out on the new branch lines. The northern branches of the 
Omaha line are thought to be about the best, and the follow- 
ing list of towns is prepared for shooters intending to go 
into Nebraska: Randolph, Hartington, Norfolk, Ponca, 
Wakefield, all on the Omaha road; Neligh, O'Neill, Merri- 
man and Hardy, on the Elkhorn; Lexington, North Platte 
and Gottenburg on the U. P.. and towns well up on the 
Billings branch of the C , B. & Q. 
In the Indian Nations considerable chicken hunting is done 
in spite of the law forbidding non-residents to hunt there, or 
rather the old militarjr regulations, now almost obsolete. It 
is better to go to the Nations as the guest of some local 
rancher or other citizen, though no trouble would be apt to 
arise over the Indian regulations, under which at one time 
a man was as likely as not to lose his outfit if he got caught 
by the troops. Blue Jacket, I. T,, is reported to be about as 
good a place as any. This is on the M.. K, & T. Ry. Big 
tegs have been made there. I am somewhat at a loss, how- 
ever, to understand one report from that place, printed in 
two different papers, of the same individual,, described 
differently as a "saddlery drummer," and a "grocery sales- 
man," who lately kiUed, in the neighborhood of Blue Jacket, 
"100 quail in less than an hour, making some very difficult- 
double shots." This drummer, salesman, or whoever he was, 
is reported to have come from Kansas City. Methinks that 
either he or someone else lied copiously, else his double shots 
must have been at flocks sitting on the ground, Is there a 
saddlery or grocery traveling man known in Kansas City 
who is in the habit of making difficult double shots on the 
ground, to the extent of 100 quail in one hour'? Or is my 
friend the daily reporter just dreaming again in the bliss of 
his evening pipe? 
Openinar Day. 
The eagerness with which shooters look for opening day 
all over the country may be seen by a dispatch from Nece- 
dah. Wis. , which says that over 100 shooters, from different 
parts of the country, were in that town the night before 
opening day, waiting for the dawn of the season. The 
chicken's fife is fairly to be called an extra hazai'dous 
risk. 
Ducks. 
Opening day for ducks and chickens both is Sept. 1 in 
Wisconsin, and there was a tide of shooting traflic over that 
State the last two days of August. The duck marshes around 
Green Bay, the Winneconne, Poygan, Butte des Morts and 
Horicon marshes were crowded with shooters. As a rule, 
good bags obtained, and the earlier and general prophecy of 
a good shooting season seems more than borne out by the 
abundance of wildfowl. Of course, the Wisconsin shooting 
on wildfowl has been thus far confined to the local ducks, or 
those which for the most part bred on the marshes of the 
State. 
Ducks are now in abundance at Dawson and Yalley City, 
N. D , though the chicken shooting there is reported not so 
very good. At Crookston, Aitkin, Brainerd, Fergus Falls, 
Perham, Detroit, Battle Lake and other points of the upper 
part of Minnesota, ducks are to be seen in such local abun- 
dance that the fall season promises very well indeed. 
In Illinois. 
The Shullsburg Pick and Gad publishes for its readers the 
misleading and dangerous statement that the Illinois chicken 
law opens Sept. 1. Several papers in. lower .HlinoiB;" ha^e 
given out this same advice, and much illega? hunting has 
been the result. 1 have been told that-aroimd -De Kalb and 
Pontiac this has been the case to a great extent. Col. C. E. 
Felton, of this city, says that he is going to try for a few 
chickens at Pontiac when the law opens, but he thinks there 
has been but little illegal shootmg there. 
In Ohio. 
' At Middletown, 0., a new gun club was orgahissed lately, 
the members this week got then- first convi(itlon against a 
violator of the game law in the instances of John Clark, 
