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[Nov. 12, 1898. 
packed the heads and hides upon their overloaded 
sledsces. but still would not turn back. They went on, E. 
by N. E., 130 miles more, and. over the Great Fish River. 
They did not pause even here, but went on, circling to 
the east, until at length they were entirely out of wood 
and forced to return over the long distance to Artillery 
Lake, the nearest point where they could find wood. 
All the heads and trophies were at this point all right, but 
as yet no calves had been found. 
"Very Bad." 
Here was where the greatest difficulty of all arose. 
They rested and got ready for another trip, intending 
to go over on the Dubont River. The Indian was cur- 
ious. He could not see why these white men should 
care for any heads, after the success and the hardships of 
the trip just ended. Jones at last told him that they 
wanted to get some calves. At this there was an explo- 
sion: '"NazuJee, Nazulee," cried the Indian (No good 
— very, very bad). He protested for hours, saying that 
it was wrong, that it was well enough to kill some of 
the musk oxen, but that as for taking the calves, that 
was out of the question, for everybody knew that if the 
calves were taken nut of the country every head of 
musk oxen in the world would follow them out, and the 
Indians would have none left. This Indian superstition 
is a very firmly fixed one. and no argument could over- 
come it. This was the reason that, after the mysterious 
way of the wild countries, the word had gone all over 
the far north among the tribes that this white man 
must not be aided, but run out of the country. The 
Indian took his dog train and pulled out for home on the 
Great Slave Lake. The two white men were left entire- 
ly alone in the icy north. None the less neither would 
turn back. They resolved not to go back again until they 
got the calves. Here is where it seems to me. they 
showed more nerve than in any case of which I have 
heard among the annals of wild life. 
Alone m the Barren Grounds. 
With no flour, no guide, no chart, with only one dog 
train, and with their rifles for their dependence for food, 
they headed out alone for the Dubont. which they fol- 
lowed for a way after it was reached. Then they struck 
out N. E. for 150 to 200 miles, running altogether by 
the compass, and relying for their return solely upon the 
chart which Jones kept of their route — the day's march, 
the hours of travel, etc., being charted, with the bearings 
of the compass for such and such times. It is little less 
than marvelous, and proof of the matchless plainsman- 
ship of Jones — in which he has, I think, no superior, as 
I have had personal occasion to note in trios with him in 
unknown country — when one says that they made this 
trip, being out thirty-eight days in all, winding and 
turning in all their side hunts, etc., and got back to 
their camp within two miles of the point from which 
they started out. This is self-reliance and generalship, if 
there are such things! No harder proof was ever asked 
of any traveler. 
As last they got to their musk oxen again and cap- 
tured the calves, as I haA r e described, a task itself of 
seriousness. From that time on it was a continual fight 
with the wolves, which followed the calves all the time. 
Two men, five musk ox calves, a hundred wolves, no 
flour, cartridges getting scarce, running by compass, 
snowshoeing, over a coitntry that they had never seen 
before, nor had any other white man — if those conditions 
do not ask a bit of a man's quality, I do not know 
what should. 
Tragedy of the Calves. 
In the daytime the wolves would for a time be less 
bold, hence the day was the time chosen for sleeping. 
On the fourth day after they had got the calves, and 
while they were slowly getting them broken in, so that 
they could travel a dozen miles a day, hitched on the 
rope and driven by the shepherd dogs, the two men 
went to sleep for a time in their lodge, leaving the 
calves tethered on a long rope outside and near by. They 
slept from 10 to 2 of the day, and woke to find their 
calves slaughtered, to the last one. The trip was to 
end in this failure of one of its purposes, impossible as 
that would have seemed from the first to any other man. 
The men were now well in on the hunting grounds of 
the Dog Ribs and Yellow Knives. They saw the tracks 
of fifteen snowshoes near the slaughtered musk oxen, but 
they never knew who did the work. The tell-tale ugly 
knife was the only cl.ue. If the long handle is the bone 
of a fish, it was no doubt done by Esquimaux. If it be 
the rib of a caribou, as seems likely, then the knife was 
the property of some Yellow Knife or Dog Rib, who was 
determined at any cost to stop what he felt was to be a 
devastation of the range. 
Homeward. 
Jones still was not beaten. "We will go back." said 
he; "we will go back and get some more calves." He 
was met by the sturdy common sense of John Rea, a 
man as brave, if not as resourceful, as himself. "We 
will not go back," said John Rea. "We have no flour, we 
are nearly out of ammunition. If we go back we will 
only be eaten by the wolves." They therefore decided to 
come back home. 
"Home" meant for Rea a trip to the Klondike, where 
he would meet his missing partner. It meant a journey 
of many months yet for Jones. The calves were killed 
about the 1st of April. They got back to Fort Re- 
liance, on Great Slave Lake, on April 20. Here they 
lay till July 7, waiting for the ice to clear. They made 
.425 miles by boat, taking one storm, in which "a boat 
that tried to follow was swamped and one man drowned, 
three others being rescued later after terrible exposure! 
They reached Great Bear Lake July 28, and July 30 
ascended the Bear River, to have a look at the ruins of 
old Fort Franklin, where Sir John Franklin spent his 
last winter. Here there is but one log cabin left, with 
ruins of others, or rather signs of where thev stood. 
They now went down Bear River to Fort Norman, and 
there made an important change of their means of 
travel. They traded their big scow for a Peterboro 
canoe, which had been left with a man at the Mis- 
sion by some one of the Klondike argonauts, who. mis- 
guided by criminally inaccurate stories of outfit sellers 
and transportation companies, had before this gone down 
the river. Jones and Rea were now beginning to get into 
the Klondike zone. At Fort Norman they stripped 
down to the last ounce, resolved to make a keen run for 
the Yukon. The canoe was a godsend. With it they 
broke the record of travel over that route, doing in a 
little over a month what the heavy outfits have not 
finished in more than a year. 
The Arctic Portage. 
They reached the mouth of the Mackenzie Aug. 8. 
They went up the Peel River, which comes in at about 
the same outlet, leaving the Peel on Aug. 9, 
and getting to the Rat River Aug. 10. They were now 
wading in ice water all day, "tracking." or dragging by 
rope, their boat, whose splendid qualities were now ap- 
parent. It was over 20ft. in length and weighed but 
iSSlbs. It saved them from wintering at "Destruction 
City," as Jones named that camp of woe where over 
2,000 unfortunate souls will be obliged to pass the com- 
ing winter. These people have not in many cases been 
able to get their heavy boats and outfits beyond the 
first cascade of the Rat River. It was openly said that 
if one Wamholtz, who was a leader in some of this 
expedition business, could have been secured, he would 
have been treated at once to miner's law and hung. 
The man named has returned to the States, and is prob- 
ably wise enough to stay there now. He is a Chicago 
man. 
Jones and Rea went up the Rat sixty miles. They dis- 
covered a new portage by way of a smaller creek, and on 
the 17th day of last August made a carry of only 2.400ft. 
and got into the Yukon waters, this at the upper part of 
the West Rat River. This stream they descended to the 
Bell River, and thence went down the Porcupine, only 
seven days in all from the portage. Jones left his gal- 
lant companion Rea at Fort Yukon, Rea going up to 
Dawson, where it is very likely he has had a little settle- 
ment, with his missing partner long before this. Jones 
took boat to Minock, and also visited Circle City. He 
reached the mouth of the Yukon safely, and caught a 
vessel bound for God's country, leaving St. Michaels 
Sept. 17. He arrived at Seattle Oct. 7. 
How to Get Off a Bar. 
It seems to me there was a story in Jones. This 
man, as I knew when I met him on a hunt on the plains 
in 1886, is no ordinary man. He is the worst case of 
nervous restlessness that anybody ever did see, and he 
can't be stopped. When he got his boat hung up in 
the rapids, the Indian wept and cried that they were 
lost. The water was terribly swift, and no man could 
swim to shore without being carried over the heavy 
falls below and killed, to a certainty. Jones got out and 
waded the 50ft. to shore, keeping his footing by shoving 
hard down a pole, which he prepared for the work. He 
got two ropes made fast to a tree, the Indian still weep- 
ing in the boat. The Indian could not see the purpose 
of the crazy white man, who surely could not pull off 
the heavy scow with its two tons of weight. Jones had 
a double rope, and between the two strands he thrust a 
pole. Then he began to wind and wind, twisting the two 
ropes together. The rope shortened, the boat started 
with the irresistible pull and swung into shore, and 
there was a very happy Indian. The reason why the 
Anglo-Saxon rules the world is because he is the best 
man in the world. You can't stop him. At least you 
can't stop Buffalo Jones. 
Siberia Next. 
Of all this trip, and many other things, I asked Jones 
many questions, and learned a great deal, for which there 
is not room. 
"Now, what are you going to do next?" I asked him. 
The answer was prompt: 
"Next year I think I shall go to Siberia after crown 
sable," he said. "I shall get me a lot of sable and raise 
them for profit, The Russian sable is the most valuable 
of all furs. The United States Government has promised 
me an island in the Bering Sea for my sable colony. 
I shall there raise sable and other animals of value or of 
curious interest." 
Buffalo Jones to-day went to Bloomington on a visit. 
In two weeks he will return here and push preparations 
for his forthcoming book. He has relatives living in 
Chicago. Part of his family is at Troy, Kansas, and his 
home is at Perry, Okla. It does not seem exactly clear 
where he lives. 
I think there was a story in Jones. 
E, Hough. 
1200 Boyce Building, Chicago, 111. 
New Brunswick Caribou Grounds* 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
Here is the chance of a lifetime. The soul that thirsts 
for caribou need seek no further. The Bald Mountain 
country, at the head of the Little Tobique, New Bruns- 
wick, is alhe this year with unnumbered herds. Any- 
one with litt'e trouble can get a good head, and at the 
same time have an unusually good chance at the moose. 
During the lime we were in camp on Nictor Lake five 
magnificent heads were brought in from two ranges, both 
within three miles of the lake. The largest head bore 
thirty-two points, the smallest twenty-one. Three of the 
caribou were shot on one ridge in an interval of six 
days, and each man practically picked his head. Mr. 
John W. Hunt, who brought down a tremendous bull, 
saw six other caribou the same day, and three of them 
had heads almost as large as the one he got. The next 
day Mr. Robinson, of Belfast, Ireland, tried the same 
ridge, saw two more big bulls, and got another rattling 
good set- of horns. Caribou sign we saw everywhere. 
They were even ranging over the top of Bald Moun- 
tain, and the day we got into camp : Mr. William Walker, 
of Fredericton, shot a fine bull from the dooryard of 
the camp. 
Anyone in search of further information need only 
write to Adam Moore, Scotch Lake, York county, New 
Brunswick. He has three camps on the Little Tobique 
and Nepisiguit, and can guarantee every man his head. 
Also, by the way, T can guarantee him. M H F. 
The Long Island Quail Season. 
Some uncertainty prevails respecting the open season 
for quail on Long Island. It is contended by some 
that the law makes no- provision whatever respecting 
Long Island quail, and that therefore they may be killed 
at any time. Others reason that the law of 1898, pre- 
scribing for the State an open season running from Nov. 
1 to Dec 15, prevails on Long Island. The Game Laws 
in Brief on page 47 says: "The general State law (Sec- 
tions 72-73) applies to Long Island." But an addendum 
just now added to the Brief gives the season as Nov. 1 
to Dec. 31. Our reason for adopting the last dates as 
those which now prevail is found in the following con- 
siderations: 
Prior to the date of the last revision, April 22, 1898, 
the game law relating to quail made no exception as to 
Long Island. The law covering the entire State read as 
follows: 
"Sec. 72. Quail shall not be pursued, shot at, hunted 
or killed except during the months of November and 
December." 
The. last Legislature, on April 22, 1898, amended the 
law as follows: 
Section 1. Section 72 of Chapter -188 of the laws of 1892, the title 
to which was amended by Chapter 395 of the laws of 1895, to read. 
"An act relating to game, fish and wild animals, and to the 
forest preserve and Adirondack park, constituting Chapter 31 
of the general laws, and to be known as the fisheries, game and 
forest law," as amended by Chapter 974 of the laws of 1895, is 
hereby amended to read as follows: 
Section 72. Quail, Close Season.- Quail shall not be pursued, 
shot at, hunted or killed, except from Nov. 1 until Dec. 15. 
Whoever shall violate or attempt to violate the provisions of 
this section shall be deemed guiltv of a misdemeanor, and in 
addition thereto shall be liabie to a penaltv of 525 for each bird 
killed, trapped or possessed contrary to the provisions of this 
section. 
Section 2. Section 73 of said act, as amended by Chapter 974 
of the laws of 1895, is hereby amended to read as follows: 
Section 73. Quail, When Not to be Possessed.— Ouail shall 
not be spld or possessed except during the months of~November 
and December, but possession thereof during the month of 
December after expiration of close season is forbidden and shall 
be deemed a violation of this section unless it is proved by the 
possessor that said birds were killed within the lawful period* 
for killing the same, or outside the State, and they shall not be 
killed or possessed in the counties of Chemung, Genesee, Wyo- 
ni'"g. Orleans, Livingston, Monroe. Cavuga, Seneca, Wayne, 
lompkins, Tioga. .Onondaga, Ontario, Steuben, Cortland and 
Otsego, prior to Nov. 1, 1898. The provisions of this section 
shall not apply to Robin's Island and Gardiner's Island. Who- 
ever shall violate or attempt to violate the provisions of this 
section shall be deemed guilty of a misdemeanor, and in ad- 
dition thereto shall be liable to a penaltv of $25 for each bird 
killed, trapped or possessed contrary to the provisions of this 
section. 
Section 3. The provisions of this act shall not apply to Long 
Island. 
Section 4. This act shall take effect immediately. 
We construe Sec. 3, "The provisions of this act shall 
not apply to Long Island," as limiting Sec. 1 and restrict- 
ing it precisely as if the concluding clause had been en- 
acted, "is hereby amended to read as follows, but this 
amendment shall not apply to Long Island." Had this Sec. 
3 of Chap. 459 been omitted, the amendment would have 
applied to the entire State, Long Island included; but by 
Sec. 3 the amending of Sec. 72 is restricted to an ap- 
plication only throughout the State outside of Long 
Island; and the original Sec. 72 in so far as Long Island 
is concerned remains unaltered. While the general sea- 
son then is Nov. 1 to Dec. 15, the Long Island season 
remains Nov. I to Dec. 31. 
The official compilation of the game laws prepared by 
the Fish and Game Commission adds a note to Sec. 72 
saying that the law as amended apparently does not 
apply to Long Island; but no mention is made of the old 
law, nor so far as this official compilation is concerned is 
any law whatever given for quail on Long Island. It is 
stated in the Brooklyn Eagle, however, that the Com- 
mission adopts the dates of Nov. r to Dec. 31. 
If the Brief is in error in holding that the law is 
still in force which makes the Long Island season Nov. 
1 to Dec. 31. then there is no law whatever for Long 
Island quail. That would not mean, as some have thought- 
lessly stated, that Long Island quail may be shot at any 
time. It would mean on the contrary that they could not 
be killed at all. For Sec. 78 of the law (page 45 of the 
Brief) says that "wild birds shall not be killed at any 
time," except "birds the killing of which is prohibited 
between certain dates." If the original form of Sec. 72 
does not survive with respect to Long Island quail, 
there is then no law whatever "orohibiting the killing" of 
Long Island quail "between certain dates." They must 
be classed then with wild birds, which Sec. 78 says "shall 
not be killed at any time." Q. E. D. And there you 
have one of the beauties of the game law tinkering as 
she is tinkered. 
The Cuvier Club. 
President Alex. Starbuck writes from Cincinnati 
under recent date: Our club is advancing rapidly, and 
its influence is being duly impressed upon the public. 
Yesterday we elected eighteen members, and there are 
now eight more upon the slate for the club to determine 
upon. I am positive we will add fifty more to our roll 
before the year closes. 
This year the penalty on birds is $25,' and violators are 
somewhat scared by the expansiveness of the fines. 
Last week we bagged one violator, and are now on 
the track of two more. Our greatest violators a e those 
who use the cold storage houses, but I think we will 
do some work there this season. 
Since writing the above, a member has just entered 
with three more names for enrollment. 
Another One Dreams It. 
Dedham, Mass. — Just been reading Mr. Mather's No. 
VII. in Forest and Stream. He says: "I have often 
wondered if this happens to others dreamers." I read 
it to my wife, who said: "Why, how often you have told 
me of the same dream." It commenced in my early 
shooting days, and now at sixty years I occasionally have 
it. Another dream is of thousands of geese and ducks 
on the water, very tame. At 30yds. I would pull the 
trigger, a puff, the shot rolling out of the barrel into 
the water, and the birds calmly looking at me while I 
reloaded and repeated " Fred A, Taft 
