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CAMP PARTRIDGE. 
Ai*tER several months of anticipation and preparation, th^ 
Marquis and 1 departed from New York city, bound for 
Norcross, Me. . on the line of the B & A Railroad. We 
took the Fall River steamer to Boston, and thence by rail to 
Bangor. "We reached Norcross a lutle after 6 P. M. , and 
■were met at the station by our old friends, the Daiseys (father 
and son), and Jack Hathaway, who were to be our guides 
and companions for the next two weeks. We put up for the 
night at the liitle hotel, which together with the railroad 
station and a diminutive store, form all there is of this little 
backwoods hamlet. Norcross is veritably in the woods, and 
one need go no further to obtain good deer shooting. 
■ We turned in early, and were up with the sun. Our boys 
soon had our three canoes loaded, and pretty generously 
loaded thej^ were too, and by 7 :30 we were on our way up 
North Twin Lake. The weather was glorious. We left 
North Twin Lake and entered Pemerdumcook, and thence 
across Amageges to the narrow strip of land that separates 
the latter from the lovely Millonokett. We stopped on the 
carry long enough to eat lunch, and then circumnavigated 
Millonokett Lake, and camped for the night within half a 
mile of the mouth of Sandy Stream, up which we intended 
to proceed the following day, and make a permanent camp 
some eight or nine miles from the mouth. Bat the first bad 
luck overtook us here, and the nest day and the succeeding 
night it rained and blew a hurricane, hopelessly cutting us 
off from the mouth of the stream. 
Sunday, Oct. 17, the wind still blew terrifically, and we 
concluded that we were doomed to another day here, and so 
christened this Camp Despair. However, about 9 o'clock the 
wind moderated considerably, and Jack and young Daiaey 
determined to venture out in a canoe, round the point, and 
if successful, leave the canoe at the mouth of the stream and 
return to us on foot. They succeeded, and made two more 
trips with the other canoes, while the Marquis, the elder 
Daisey (now christened Papa) and myself walked around on 
the beach. We started up stream at once, and had not gone 
far before the wind began to blow again as hard as ever, and 
we gave thanks that we had made such good use of our time 
during the lull. On the stream we had nothing to fear from 
the wind. By noon we bad reached the quarter-mile carry 
around the falls, and by 4:80 we beached our canoes at a spot 
on the west bank which promised well as a camping ground. 
It had taken us seven and one-half hours to come nine miles 
from the mouth, there being but one carry of a quarter of a 
mile; but when I recall the swiftness of this stream, filled, 
too, as it was, with treacherous rocks and snags, I marvel 
that we reached there at all. I shall never cease to admire 
the skill and muscle of these woodsmen as they poled and 
pushed our heavily-laden canoes up the wild mountain 
stream. 
About a mile below the spot we selected a party of three 
gentlemen from Portland, Me. , were camping. They had 
been here but eight days and already had their legal number 
of deer and two moose. We disembarked, at their invita- 
tion, for a few minutes to stretch our tired legs and partake 
of some refreshments. We also took a snap shot at their 
game. The larger moose measured 56in. from tip to tip and 
13in. across the palm. The other head, while a very fine 
and even one, was considerably smaller. 
From now on one day was very much like another, and 
as I look over my diary I can find but two days that differ 
materially from the others. These were the 19th and 21st. 
On the first named the Marquis, who had begun to feel blue 
at our continued ill-luck with the deer, to say nothing of 
moose, stalked and shot a fine spike htrn buck in a piece of 
burnt land situated about a mile or less northwest from our 
camp. On the 21st, while on a little excursion bv myself in 
the afternoon, 1 almost ran over the first bear I had seen out 
of a menagerie. It was only a cub and 1 could only see its 
head, for the rest was hidden behind a rock; but bringing 
the Lyman sights in line I let go and the cub dropped all in 
a heap, and so far as 1 know nevBr stirred again. As I 
pumped in another cartridge I saw not 20yds. from my first 
cub another black bundle of fur and proceeded to dispatch 
this fellow also, 
I think about this time visions of an army of bears mu.st 
have been in my mind, for I am conscious of being dis- 
tinctly nervous, and shot the second cub much too far back, 
and he started off squealing and I after him, but I had not 
gone ten paces before I found my progress was to be con- 
tested by a very angry Mme. Bear, vyho was indelicate 
enough to let out a series of the most hair-raising growls I 
ever had the misfortune to hear. Now I think, and so does 
the Marquis, that I must have been a little rattled, for I tried 
to shoot, but somehow the cartridge got jammed in my rifle 
and I could neither get it in nor out. I feel sure that this 
dowager bruin had an appreciative palate for my somewhat 
highly prized carcass, and when she stopped to investigate 
the apparently lifeless body of her offspring, 1 remembered 
an urgent engagement at camp and proceeded to keep it at 
the best gait the rough country would permit. It afforded 
the boys considerable amusement afterward to measure my 
footprints, the distance between which, I beg to assure you, 
should they ever tell you of it, they will grossly exaggerate, 
I have always insisted that my retreat was an orderly one 
and not made with undue haste. 
After telling my story to the Marquis and two of our boys 
and fixing my rifle, we four returned, armed like pirates, to 
give battle to the old bear, but in the approaching darkness 
we could not find the spot, and were reluctantly compelled 
tfi abandon the hunt tUl morning. The next day at sunrise 
we started for the scene of action and after a long search 
found the spot but net the bears, and the Marquis, who had 
pretended to be skeptical up till now, really began to think 
I was playing a joke on them. But another half-hour's 
search disclosed the dead body of one of my cubs, and this 
the one I had shot last and thought I had only wounded. 
The old one and her other cub we never found a trace of, 
though we hunted all the morning. The first cub was, as I 
have said, apparently dead, and from the time he dropped 
up to the time of my departure for camp, he never moved, 
but lay all in a heap just as he had fallen. We carried back 
the cub we had, and decided not to remove the hide, but 
to bring him home just as he was. He was a pretty little 
fellow, and we judged would weigh about 60!bs. The fur 
was in fine condition, black and glossy. 
The weather continued dry and fair from now on until 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
our departure on the S7th, and although deer were abundant 
on the hardwood ridges, the noisy condition of the woods 
made still-hunting nearly an impossibility. I bad one or 
two fairly good opportunities, but failed to score. The 
Marquis was unfortunate enough not to get another shot. We 
saw from day to day a good deal of game, but in almost 
every instance caught just a glimpse of a white flag as the 
startled deer disappeared and left us cussing at the noise the 
dry condition of the leaves compelled us to make. However, 
we thoroughly enjoyed our life at Camp Partridge, as we 
named it, because of the abundance of this prince of game 
birds in om- locality, and when the time came to break camp 
and begin our journey to Norcross and home, it was with a 
feeling that the end had come all too soon. 
Though the indications of moose on Sandy Stream and 
immediate vicinity were abundant, with one exceotion we 
did not catch sight of any of this lordly game. The excep- 
CAMF PARTBIDeS, 
tion came to my old friend, the indefatigable younger Daisey, 
who while trying to locate a small pond some two miles west 
from the stream, discovered it rather more suddenly than he 
anticipated, and at the same time started an old bull and a 
cow who were feeding close to the shore. The distance was 
too far to shoot, and after vainly endeavoring to track them, 
he was obliged to give it up. It was evident that the moose 
that were in this locality two weeks before had moved off, 
owing probably to the hunters before mentioned, who were 
ahead of us, and who had such good luck. I believe it is 
well known that moose, unlike deer, when once thoroughly 
alarmed will leave a locality entirely for the time being; 
though, if undisturbed, they are content to remain a consi- 
derable time where Ihey find good feeding ground, even 
though the spot be comparatively circumscribed. 
Oq the morning of the 27th we reluctantly packed our 
duffle, and taking our meager supply of game — one cub bear 
and a spike-horn buck — and taking a farewell look at our 
WHERE WE SPENT A NIGHT, 
now dismantled camp we stepped into the canoes and began 
the journey out As we embarked we turned for a last glimpse 
at grand old Katahdin, rearing his rugged and hoary head 
away to the north, and under whose shadow we had enjoyed 
such glorious days. I believe that right here, with Katahdin 
for a background, we have the most perfect and picturesque 
wild beauty on this seaboard. At all events this is what 
the Marquis and I thought, and the camera was constantly 
called into reeiuisition to immortalize some particular view 
or bit of landscape that caught our fancy more than its fel- 
lows. To sort them out and name them now 1 fear will be 
a difficult task, for we neglected to keep an orderly memo- 
randum. 
We reached Norcross at the end of the second day; that is, 
on the evening of the 29th, and while our journey thence 
was delightful, it was also without incident of sufficient in- 
terest to record. The weather continued perfect, as it had 
been since that first stormy night on the 16th . Indeed, it 
had proved much too fine for successful still-hunting. 
We were up betimes the folio sving morning, garbed in the 
conventional clothing of civilization, cleanly shaved and 
washed. I cannot say who felt the more uncomfortable, the 
Marciuisor myself. A few hours sufiiced, however, to accus- 
tom us to the change of raiment, and having said farewell to 
our friends, the guides, who we felt were companions in 
every sense, we were s:on on a Pullman train rushing 
toward New York, and the woods and streams had ceased 
to exist for us except in recollection. P. E B. 
Brooklyn, Nov. .33. 
[Deo. 4, 18W. 
THE NATIVE AMERICAN HUNTER. 
VI.— STARVING AND KILLING FAT MEAT. 
A GOOD many years ago a party of seventeen Cheyennes 
started from the camp on the Laramie River to go to war 
against the Utes. They traveled along, looking for enemies, 
and at length among the mountains they found a Hte 
camp. When they came in sight of the village, however, 
some of the Utea saw them and gave the alarm, and be- 
fore they knew it the IJtes were close to them. They ran 
away and the Utes chased them. They kept after the 
Cheyennes and were so close to them that they scattered, 
and so they got away from the Utes, and no one of them 
was killed or even wounded. Three of the Cheyennes 
kept together. Shell, Tangle Hair and one other. They 
had nothing to eat, and after a day or two they got hungry 
and pretty soon they began to starve. 
Tangle Hair had a gun, while the other two carried 
only bows, but Tangle Hair could not kill anything. 
There was game, but he could not hit it. It was in the 
spring, the season when the birds were sitting on their 
eggs, and they used to look for birds' nests and gather the 
eggs. Sometimes there would be young ones in the shells, 
but they did not mind that. They ate the eggs, birds and 
all, for they were starving. 
They traveled on, always starving, until they reached 
the place where the Laramie River comes out of the 
mountains on to the Laramie Plains. On this day two of 
them were riding along side by side, talking about what 
they were likely to get to eat that day. One of them said, 
"Perhaps we will find a duck's nest." "Yes," said the 
other, "maybe we ma'y kill the duck, too." Shell was rid- 
ing ahead, saying nothing, but perhaps he too was thinking 
about eating. 
Just as they went up the side of a little hill, as Shell 
looked over the crest be saw, a little way ofl: on the other 
side of the hill, a big buffalo bull coming toward him. He 
dodged back and said to the others; "Here is a bull; quick! 
let us strip off our saddles here and chase him and try to 
kill him." 
Tangle Hair said: "No, no; I'll shoot him. I'll shoot 
him." 
They had quite a little discussion as to what should be 
done, but the two who had bows pulled off their saddles 
and got ready to chase the bull, if Tangle flair should not 
kill him. 
Shell said: "All right, go ahead. You shoot, and if you 
do not kill him, we will chase him, and will try to get him 
in that way." 
Tangle Hair crept up to the top of the hill, and the 
others were close behind him. The bull kept coming 
closer and closer. At last Tangle Hair shot and the bull 
fell, and they laughed they were so glad. The two who 
were on horseback started on the full run to go up to the 
bull, and Tangle Hair was only a little behind them. 
They all held up their hands to the Great Spirit and 
thanked him for having given them a bull to eat. The 
bull looked nice, and they were all in a hurry to begin to 
eat. They were excited. 
After he had looked at the bull lying there, Shell rode 
off a little way and jumped off his horse and threw down 
his rein, and began to gather buffalo chips for a fire. 
Then he struck his flint and steel, and in a'little while the 
fire was blazing nicely. He wanted to cook as soon as 
they had some meat cut off. After this he ran up again 
to look at the bull. Tangle Hair and the other man had 
pulled the bridles off their horses, and were at work gath- 
ering buffalo chips for the fire. After he had looked at the 
bull again, Shell ran back to his fire. 
The bull was not quite dead; he could hear him breath- 
ing; and he called out to Tangle Hair, "He is not dead. 
You will do well to shoot him again." Then he pulled 
the bridle off his horse, and piled some chips on the fire. 
He called out once more: "Shoot him again, and begin to 
cut some meat off." Then he piled some more chips on 
the fire and ran back to the bull. 
He drew his knife out and thrust it into the bull just in 
front of the hip-bone to see if it was fat. When he drew 
out his knife after doing this, a big piece of fat stuck out 
of the wound, and he tore off a piece of it. The bull was 
not yet quite dead, but still he did not move. Shell 
thought he would walk around to the bull's head and 
look at him; and he did so. He took an arrow from his 
quiver and poked the bull's nose with it, and just as he 
did so one of the other men stuck his knife in the bull's 
ribs. 
At this moment the old bull bounced up to his feet — 
mad. There was a little pile of rocks a short distance in 
front of where it had been lying, and Shell ran for this to 
get on it. The other two ran for their horses, to get be- 
hind them, and the bull chased these two. As they 
dodged around behind their horses, the old bidl caught 
one horse under the belly, and raised him on his horna 
and threw him over his back. The three horses got fright- 
ened, and ran off in one direction as fast as they could, 
and the bull ran over a little hill another way, anci disap- 
peared. 
The men followed their horses a long distance, but at 
last they got around them and caught them. They went 
back to look for the bull, for they expected to find him 
lying down or dead just beyond this little hUl. They could 
not find him anywhere. After they had made up their 
minds that they could not find him, they went back to 
where he had lain to get their saddles, and as they started 
on again, Shell looked at where his fire had been. It had 
burned out. 
He said, "Now it is just white ashes, and I expected to 
roast fat meat on it." 
They went on, and at last reached their village. 
Geo. Bird GEiNNE)t.t-, 
From Outside the 300-Mile Limit. 
Geoege Vandewerkek, propiietor of the Park Hotel, 
Cooperstown, N. Y.; was made the subject of a test case 
under the game laws last week. The suit was brought to 
recover fines amounting to $135 for receiving and serving 
five partridge at a private supper during the closed season. 
It was shown by Mr Vandewerker that the birds were pur- 
chased from an Albany dealer who bad received them from 
a Chicago house, and as the law prohibiting the shipping of 
game into the State out of season applies only to a radius of 
800 miles, the jury brought in a verdict of no cause. 
