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cleai'hig lolt. at a icap. Piertc stood dazed. His game 
\\ as gone. He went over to the spot where the bull had 
been, but not one drop o-f blood did he see. Disheart- 
ened, sick and disgusted he made his way back to the 
outfit. 
The horses were all packed, ready, and Calloway was 
not in good humor, but he was all aglow, as were all 
the others, when Pierce related his experience. The 
outfit moved up to the scene of the shooting, and the 
tracks were .so plain that Calloway said he could kill 
that bull if the party was willing to camp again. All 
agreed, and while three of the men and Chang were 
looking for a suitable place Calloway, Isbell and Wilson 
took the bull's traik They followed over hills, down 
m canons and across creeks, Calloway following the 
trail like a timber wolf. Finally both Wilson and Isbell 
gave out and sat doAvn. They told Calloway to go on 
if he wanted to go fiu-ther, and they would go back to 
c:unp. Calloway followed the bull about six miles and 
csme up on him and killed him. He was another fine 
specimen. Calloway now retraced his steps, and finding 
camp, took Wilson and Isbell and returned to the 
game. They took several packhorses and brought out 
the head and all the meat. They were late that night 
getting back to camp, and got hung up in the fallen 
timber several times. Calloway says it was rough 
enough, and the other two men say it was too rough. 
I'hey thought at one time that they could not get back 
to camp, but would have to lie out all night on the 
wet ground without a blanket to wrap around them. 
However, the moon finally saved them, as it gave them 
light to see how to get through the bad places. When 
they reached camp they found a hot supper waiting for 
them, as the ahnond-e5>ed celestial was mortally afraid 
of Callowa.v, and would have remained up all night if 
necessary. 
The Chinaman had been giving much trouble the past 
few nights in crawling into one of the white men's tents 
after they were all asleep. Chang would get afraid 
when he heard a wolf howl, and would wrap his blankets 
around him and crawl in either Calloway's or Dr. Mc- 
Reynolds's tent. In the morning they would find that 
they had slept all night Avith a Chinaman. Chang had 
been threatened so direfuUy that he was afraid to at- 
tempt it again. Upon this memorable night, however, 
the big log fire burning late into the night attracted 
a bald-faced owl, which perched directly over Chang's 
tent. Along about 2 in the moi^ning the owl started — 
"Ha-ha-ha-whoo-whoo-a-whooa !" 
It was so loud that we were all awake in a moment. 
Calloway was wein out, but he could not help laughing 
as he said: "We shall have a visitor in a minute." 
Hardljr were the words out when Chang came crawling 
under the door-flap, which was tied securely on the 
inside. His eyes were about to pop out as he stammered 
out: "Debbie! Debbie! What he say?" Calloway said, 
in a serious tone: "Oh, he only said: T want you! I 
want youal' "' Chang squatted in one corner, moaning: 
"Oh, me joss; oh, me joss; debble know me left me 
joss!" He almost screamed when the owl broke out 
afresh in its demoniacal laughter. He was so badly 
scared that Calloway was sorry for fiim and let him curl 
up in one corner of the tent and remain there the re- 
mainder of the night. It was explained by members of 
our part}' who had been living in the West among the 
Chinese for years that each Chinaman carries in his 
pocket a small image of wood or stone. He calls this 
image his joss. 
It was decided to remain in this camp for a few days 
and theji cross the divide and go over into the Soldier 
Mountains and try for sheep. The boys hunted hard 
to try, if possible, to secure a head of elk horns before- 
leaving the woods. Two of the party already had good 
heads, as Calloway had given the last head he kihed to 
Wilson, who had hunted so hard with him, and the 
first head was drawn, by the favor of chance, by John 
Isbell. Calloway kept the large head himself, which 
was right, as he killed it, and he was taking his pay in 
what he killed. 
On the third day in this camp Scott Pierce killed a 
nice blacktail buck, and the next day John Isbell brought 
one in, both nice heads. Scott Pierce was much elated 
at his success, and it gave him confidence in himself 
again. By the way, I should have mentioned the fact 
that the reason Pierce missed his elk five shots in suc- 
cession was that he had run his Lyman sight up to 
350yds. and was shooting at i2Syds.; so his balls all 
went clear over the elk's back. So much for being ex- 
cited and not having one's sight marked so as to tell, 
at a glance, at what range one is shooting. 
.'\s we all live and learn every day of ©ur lives, I 
dp not think it would be irrelevant of the subject to state 
how I have my rifles fixed and how I judge dis- 
tances. I have two rifles, a .40-70 and a .38-55, 
both Winchesters. I have trained the sights on a 
staked rifle range where the distances were measured. 
I made a scratch on the left side of my Lyman rear 
sight at 100, 200, 300 and 400yds. I did not make the 
scratches until I had fired at least fifty shots, at dead rest, 
at each distance. Then I took the rifles to the gunsmith 
and had small figures i, 2, 3 and 4 cut at the scratches 
made by mj-^ knife. Now when in the woods and I set 
my Lyman at No. 2 I am dead sure I would drive center 
at 200yds. if I held there. Distances are judged easily 
and acctirately by comparison. I always think of pur 
rifle range, and say to myself: "Now, is that the loo, 
200 or 300yd. flag?" and it takes me about the sixteenth 
part of a second to make up my mind which distance it 
is. If a person will mai'k off looyds. between two famil- 
iar objects at home, and get the picture of those objects 
fastened in his mind, he' can easily double or treble or 
quadruple the distance by eye, and with astonishing ac- 
curacy. I am not giving a lecture on rifle shooting; 
but what is the use or consistency of a tenderfoot spend- 
ing several hundred dollars to take a Western trip after 
large game, then to get up to within 125yds. of an elk 
and shoot at him five times and never touch a hair? 
Would it not be more profitable for that person to spend 
$10 or $15 for cartridges used at homa in training his 
rifle sights and in learning to use a rifle? 
Weil, to finish with the hunt. It was now decided that 
no more game should be killed, as we had all the meat 
we could possibly pack out of the mountains on what 
horses we had, but that we would go over to the Soldier 
Mountains, whose tops were now white with snow, and 
,try for shee].) heads. 
We pulled u\) camp at break of day, and b}^ suitrise 
were on the way. We crossed the divide between 
Smoky Creek and South Boise River, and then crossed 
a small valley and began to ascend the mountains. It 
was a hard and laborious task to climb those ntountains 
with heavily laden packhorses, but by dividing up all 
the loads and making use of all the saddle horses as 
packers we finally reached a bench within i.oooft. or so 
of the summit. Here we made camp on a mountain 
streani and cooked and ate a hearty supper, ^is all hands, 
including Chang, were exceedingly hungry. 
Next morning we all started to climb up to the sum- 
mit and see what we could find. We labored up to the 
top, and some of the boys were inclined to go back, 
as they said they already had their money's worth. Cal- 
loway persuaded them to keep on, however, as he was 
anxious to have them get some good heads. The top 
was reached at last, and we explored the crags and crev- 
ices, rocks and precipices, but not a .sheep did we see. 
There was lots of sign that looked fresh, and the ground 
was covered ift. deep with snow, excepting in protected 
places. We hunted quietly and watchfully along the 
mountain top for a mile or two, and finally crawled upon 
a big rock and sat down to rest and watch for game. 
We had not been there long when Calloway's watchful 
eye located game. We looked and saw a string of big 
objects filing between two boulders down under us and 
coming our way. We kept out of sight, and all agreed, 
at a signal from Calloway, for each man to pick out a 
ram, as there were several with horns, and all to shoot 
at once. The signal was given, there was a roar of 
musketry, and one animal fell; then Hugh Fulton 
knocked down one with a big head of horns, as they 
disappeared behind a projecting rock. It seems that 
Fulton had wisely held his fire and taken more deliberate 
aim. thus securing a nice head. Imagine the surprise 
of all to find upon reachin.g the spot that they were 
goats, and the one the crowd killed was a nanny goat. 
Calloway had the dry grins. Lie said: "Well, boys, if 
it took all that shooting to kill this poor little nanny 
goat, I move we go home." The motion was carried; and 
from that time all energies were bent toward getting 
home. All were glad to arrive safe and sound again 
ui Boise on Nov. 10, just one tnonth to a day on the trip. 
Chang especially was delighted, and was well paid and 
given a good share of venison. Calloway was well 
pleased, as he was oft'ered $75 cash for his elk head as 
soon as he struck town. He refused it and is holding 
out for $100, and will get it, as it is an unusually large 
and fine one. I have now told all there is to tell^ and I 
hope that some of my readers may be able to take a like 
trip some day. 
CHICAGO AND THE WEST. 
Art in the City. 
Chicago, 111.. Jan. 27.— In the street window of the 
large store room on the lower floor of the building 
which contains the Forest a.vd Stream ofiice in this 
city there may be daily seen a curious sight, and one 
potent enough as an attraction to have retained daily for 
some weeks a crowd of idle lookers-on. Here daily 
from the dark of the morning to the dark of the night! 
there stands a man, an artist, I presume he is entitled 
to be called, upon a little pedestal in front of a rough 
easel, and paints, paints pictures, paints oil paintings 
by the hour, by the yard, by the mile. He came in there 
- some weeks ago. and already he has painted a room full 
of genuine oil paintings, to say nothing of very many 
that have been sold. Of course this artist is' in the 
employ of some concern which does the grosser part 
of handling the product of his brush. All the artist 
has to do is to paint a genuine oil painting while you 
wait, about every five or ten miniltes of the day. This 
man is a curious, preoccupied-looking man, of short 
stature and no especially etherial look. His hair is not 
long, but grows down the back of his neck in determined 
fashion. He wears a short white jacket in the morning, 
and it is still short at night. His palette is the top of 
a store box, and upon it are spread dabs of color in 
masses of about a quart to each color. His brushes are 
no dilettante aiTairs, but sturdy, purposeful ones. No 
amateurish quality appears in his technique or his method 
of work. He paints as though he expected to fall dead, 
and had to get just one more picture done for his fam- 
ily before he went. He paints as a jack rabbit runs after 
it gets unlimbered. He paints like a thoroughbred 
coming down a perpetual homestretch; for he is under 
a top gait not a part of the time, but all the time. -The 
reason for this is apparent. He will paint you a work 
in oils for the loved ones at home, about as long as your 
arm and half that broad, for 35 cents. Should you have 
so much as 85 cents to spend you can get nearly 6ft. of 
picture. Tavo dollars, and you will need a dray. Me- 
thinks the point of this enterprise lies in the fact that 
you are asked to purchase your frame for the picture at 
the room where the pictures are made. The prices of 
frames are regulated by certain fixed commercial laws. 
You cannot expect to get frames as cheap as you can 
get pictures. Frames have an intrinsic worth of their 
own which no painting can claim. True, we read about 
the great prices paid for paintings, some of them very old 
and second hand at that, paintings by such men as 
Corot, Millet or other Frenchmen Avho never saw Amer- 
ica; or by Rembrandt or Van Dyck, or by a lot of fel- 
lows from the south of Europe who Avould turn over in 
their graves if they kncAv what a hit they were making 
now— a Avhole lot of these men Avho couldn't even paint 
a landscape and had to stick to heads, all of them have 
been held at inflated values, and the public has been 
confidenced about them. Before I discovered my man 
here in Chicago a picture not more than 3ft. long and 
in bad order might be fetching $100,000. But who would 
want that sort of a picture, possiMy damaged and of 
doubtful authenticity, when he could come here and get 
himself a picture twice as large for a few cents, and 
moreoA'^er sit doAvn and see it painted unde;r his own 
eyes — even, I dare ,say, though this I have not seen put to 
proof, with the addition of a cow here, the ^subtraction 
of a tree there, as he himself inight prefer. The old mas- 
ters were autocratic about cows, I am told, and even if 
they were not, they are dead and can do nothing to im- 
prove their work. It is far more practical and modern 
to do your own art business on the spot and in strictly 
business fashion. A great deal of money has been 
wasted lately in second-hand pictures which might have 
been spent in beautifying homes; but I am glad to see 
that the common sense of the American people is be- 
ginning to assert itself. If you think my discovery isn't 
doing business, go look at the packages which leave at 
the back door of his store. 
I shall not seek to make fun of my artist, for he is 
not really the responsible party, and moreover the en- 
terprise supplies legitimately a legitimate demand for 
large oil paintings at a .small price. Moreover, the man 
is .so clever that he disarms criticism. A dab and a rub 
and you have a sky. A smear, and it's summer clouds. 
A swipe, and grass has come. Two jabs, and you have 
rocks. Up and down streak and all hands down, the 
middle, and you have a forest. Wavy wiggle of right 
hand, and yoti have the sea. No oil painting is really 
good Avithout a moon in it. Don't be deceived by any 
of these old masters. I have been studying this thing, 
and T knoAv. and my observation is that there should 
be a moon in any painting entitled to be called a mas- 
terpiece. On this point I have almost my only quarrel 
with my artist. I think that in making his moon he 
doesn't paint it in at all, but ju-st makes his moon by 
leaving a white .spot with no paint on it at all. I know 
he is a labor-saving man, btit if he makes his moons 
that way I don't think he outrht to charge for them. 
That is not what aa'c call legitimate art. 
So near as I can get at it, the schedule of this artist 
for his Avork (for the pictures) is about as follows: Two 
trees, pne ca.stlc, four rocks and one moon, 35 cents. 
(Nothing for a quarter of a dollar, though I think that' 
popular jirice should be made.) Seven trees, one piece 
grass, six large rocks, one playfully laitghing dog and 
one moon, 50 cents. Four very large rocks, one ocean, 
nine angry AvaA'es. one shipwrecked vessel, one moon 
(small), 85 cents. One castle (broken at top), six trees, 
eight rocks, one overcast sky, one cataract, one maiden, 
take it along at 98 cents. "That is about the scale, but 
it .should not be supposed that this in any way covers 
the list of topics. I have never seen this man repeat 
himself yet in all his hundreds of pictures, nor have I 
ever seen him hesitate for an instant. He has no copy, 
but he paints by ear altogether. He paints, paints, 
paints, and always it is some scene of out of doors. In 
his mind seem always to lie thoughts of wood and sky 
and rocky hill and rippling stream, or of the ocean and 
the sky Avarring or in peace. He does not touch the sor- 
did things of the city, does not attempt the unhappy 
visages of his felloAV-men, but ahvays pours out things 
reminiscent of the outer air. And he sells them. There- 
fore may Ave not see the longing of the city folk for 
something which shall speak to them, even with thick 
tongue, of the sIca^ and of the air? At any rate, I am 
trying to think that, and trying not. to believe that 
people buj'- pictures to fit an uncovered space of such or 
such dimensions on a Avail or to cover a dust mark left 
by the pictures of the other tenant Avhen he moved out 
because he couldn't pay the rent. I am trying to be- 
lieve that in the brain of this clever man — for he is clever, 
call him either artist or artisan — there lie thoughts of 
green fields and happy Avoods actually knoAvn long ago, 
even though the castles and the moats came out of books. 
I wonder if under his jacket there does not lie some wish 
and hope that, after the hurry and harrying is OA^er, he 
Avill some day do a picture for himself, and .shoAV, for 
himself, the A-ery spots of out of doors he knew when he 
Avas i^oung and when all the Avorld was neAV and wonder- 
ful. Avith no mud, no dust, no grime, no gaping window- 
ful of folk to Avatch him image forth his dreams. I 
should like to knoAV him, but since I do not, I shall hope 
for him. and hope for the croAvds to Avhom he shows, 
crudely to be sure, uuAvittingly perhaps, a changing pan- 
orama of things that are good for them to see. 
Butter, Btitterine and Birds, 
Chicago, 111., Feb. 3. — There existed for a number of 
years on South Water street, in this city, an institution 
knoAvn as the Produce Exchange, an organization of the 
commission merchants of somewhat complex character, 
semi-beneA'olent, wholly commercial and partly ulterior 
in its purposes — a sort of cross between a commission 
board of trade and merchants' lunch club — -which stood 
for the common methods and common spirit of our 
game-dealing thoroughfare. WheneAcr South Water 
street wished to appoint a committee to tell the sports- 
men of the State what they must do, the Produce Ex- 
change was the meeting place and the head body. 
Whenever a sportsmen's measure needed watching or 
required defeat at Springfield, it Avas the Produce Ex- 
change which stood for solid and united South Water 
street, Avhich furnished the money needed, in whatever 
amount. In short, Avhile the matter has never been made 
public, and while the dealers would perhaps even now 
be glad if it were not to be made public, the game deal- 
era' lobby at Springfield was really the Produce Ex- 
change. The dealers of this city had long known the 
value of money and of organization in a legislative fight, 
and the Produce Exchange made a handsome masked 
battery for their fight, and one so superior to any the 
sportsmen could offer that the result of the unequal con- 
test has been no wonder. The Illinois game law has 
been just such a game law as the game dealers would 
allow to go on the statute books. This general state- 
ment could be made far more explicit, but I fear -I 
might be disliked if I went further into details, although 
there is plenty of ancient history about game laAvs, game 
wardens, etc:, lying around loose out here. 
At the last session of the, Illinois Legislature the 
Produce Exchange had a grievance, and it was butterine. 
The commission men deal in fresh country butter (and 
fresh I'ountry quail marked as "butter"), and the 
A-ery tj;ought of the counterfeit butter made by such 
!ar£..2 pa;cking concerns as Armour, .SAvift, Nelson, Mot- 
ri-s, etc.. made them ill. They resolved to save the public 
by getting passed a law Avhich forbade the sale of butter- 
ine in Illinois. They did have such a laAv passed, the 
watchful and trained lobby ■ succeeding, against the big 
