cure from local dealers. I do not shoot smokeless, as 
I am not able to afford just the gun I want for nitro 
l)o\vders, and in my outfit I had black powder from 
ulraost every reliable maker in the land. It gave me just 
tlie opportunity I had long wanted to test for cleanliness, 
range and penetration the merits of such powders as 
the Du Pont, Laflin & Rand, Hazard, the Winchester, 
U. M. C. and Peters shells, and I have now some fixed 
ideas upon the subject. 
Had *.he party been smaller our start would have been 
earlier. As it was, noon found us just outside the city 
limits. The first entry in my journal noted the appear- 
ance of a yellow-breasted chat in an apple orchard. 
This bird has recently come among us, but I believe it 
to. be permanently established in the basin region. The 
long-tailed chat is indigenous. Our fifteen-mile ride 
through Prove Canon was marred by the fact that rail- 
road graders were at work along the entire distance. This 
made game scarce, and ruined the fishing. The deserted 
camps, where horses had been fed, were in possession of 
rats and doves that were not alarmed by our presence. 
At the upper end of the canon we ran upon a brood 
of half-grown ruffed grouse. Two of these, with a score 
of doves, made us a good supper. Our first camp was 
made early owing to rain. It was near the village of 
Charleston, twenty-two miles from Provo and 5,62sft. 
above sea level. 
The second morning broke clear and cool. For six 
miles we drove through one of the most beautiful valleys 
of the intermountain region, and then we bade adieu 
to civilization. It w*^ ten days before we again saw a 
liouse. Daniel's Canon was the route chosen by which 
to ascend the Wasatch divide. The distance to the 
summit was twenty miles, and the aneroid showed the 
elevation of the point of crossing, which was reached at 
6 o'clock, to be 8,350ft. The canon had a wide mouth, 
and we drove for hours through groves of box-elders and 
maples. Oak brush was left by noon. At our dinner 
camp we caught a few trout, and would have caught 
more had not the ladies been disgusted with the sight 
of a dead sheep in the stream and insisted upon pushing 
on to the reservation. Letting the rest of the party have 
their own way, I chose rod instead of gun, took a saddle 
horse, and said I would join the crowd at dark, promising 
fish for supper if I could be excused from my share of 
work in setting up the tents. For five or six miles luck 
was against me; then I struck a little creek, as clear as 
crj'stal and so narrow that I could leap it anywhere. 
There were roses by its banks, pines and aspens shaded 
it, warblers and thrushes made their nests within the 
music of its voice. It took many trials to find just the 
fiy that was necessary for business, but when I put on a 
gray-hackle the riddle was solved. The gray-hackle 
proved a mascot throughout the entire trip. The bed 
of the stream was white sand; there were no large boul- 
ders, so the fish had every advantage excepting in deep 
overhung pools. Nevertheless I filled the pockets of my 
hunting coat, and at dusk a friendly Ute piloted me to 
the camp, which was six miles on the reservation. Poison 
ivy has long been a terror to me, and I have been sight- 
less and sore for weeks from its baneful effects. On this 
particular afternoon I got into a bed of the stuff and 
immediately commenced to bathe face and hands with a 
weak solution of carbolic acid. The treatment was con- 
tinued for three days. There was the usual appearance 
of pustules without any irritation, and a slight desquama- 
tion was the worst result. 
The third day was one of rest for the horses. Prof. 
Brimfull had stopped in Charleston on business, and 
we were to await him. One of his sons slept with me, 
and at the first flush of dawn I nudged the boy: 
"Wells, let's go fishing." 
■ "You bet." 
The leaders had been soaked the night before, and 
I proffered Wells the choice of my iiy-book, but he pre- 
ferred to use the angle-worms which he had brought from 
Provo. Just here I want to make a digression. Do not 
think me conceited. The rest of the crowd were just as 
good if not better fishers than I, but I clung exclusively 
to flies, while sometimes they used worms, sometimes 
grasshoppers and occasionally flies tipped with bait. The 
scores tell more than words. I did, however, bring them 
all to use small hooks instead of the 2s and os that they 
started with. An old trout is suspicious of a large lure, 
but a 10, 12, or 14 hook daintily poised and floated down 
steam will fetch him every time. I was somewhat du- 
bious as to our success. Last year I tried Strawberry 
headwaters without result. Dynamite and lime had done 
their deadly work. This year I realized that if the In- 
dian police caught us we would be marched summarily to 
Fort Dufhesne, permits notwithstanding. 
The exhilaration of morning at this altitude is beyond 
description. Frost on the grass, with little icedrops 
sparkling in sympathy with the golden clouds above; 
songs from pines that fringe snowbanks; tinkle of horse 
bells; pale smoke from deadened camp-fires — an un-^ 
painted idyl. The wet sedge sprinkled our shoulders 
as we stole among the willows and struck the stream. 
A splash here, a splash there, showed that mosquitoes 
and moths were attractive, and we vied with nature in 
furnishing food for the hungry gourmets of the upland. 
When sunlight fairly broke upon us, I quit — Shoshone 
16, Wells 12; enough for breakfast We went back, 
lighted the fire and made coffee for the ladies. It is a 
very foolish thing for a man in camp to expect that 
the women folk will get up when he does. Long ex- 
perience teaches me that to keep the sky serene a cup 
of tea or coffee, with a slice of toast, should be taken 
to the bedside, the camp-fire should be blazing and 
there should be warm water at hand ere the feminine por- 
tion of the outfit is summoned to greet the day. (Don't 
say that an old man cannot learn gallantry.) 
After breakfast the Kings were unusually restive. 
Senior finally borrowed my gun, and Junior fixed up his 
tackle. The result was chickens for dinner and a dis- 
sertation on the fickleness of trout. During the » day 
we were visited by a couple of sheepherders. They 
warned us against the Utes, and when we asked about the 
sheep on the reservation they informed us that the In- 
dians let summer pasturage at 5 cents per head for sheep 
and $1 for cattle. Toward sundown Junior and I wan- 
dered to the creek. Senior bet on his son, but I won 
by a small count. Our fishing was stopped by a shower, 
which is a daily occurrence here, and after we were all 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
asleep the Professor rode up, drenched and happy, ami 
laid plans for the morrow. 
When morning came I was aching with rheumatism, 
but a ramble on the mountain side after chickens limbered 
me up. I secured several rare birds that will be named 
in my list later on. It was with regret that I learned 
on my return that the tents were to be pulled down. 
Senior had a favorite camp ground that he had located 
some fifteen years before, and with it as a base line 
wished to make certain explorations. Our drive down 
Strawberry was long to be remembered. The occasional 
showers that dampened our bedding could not cool our 
ardor. Chickens galore, doves and rabbits came to bag. 
and in every little stream that we crossed trout were 
disporting themselves. Badgers and coyotes were much 
in evidence, and once on a sagebrush flat, mirabile dictu, 
the horses stepped into the nest of a gray duck and 
smashed eight of the dozen eggs that wore almost ready 
for hatching. The mother bird did not desert her home, 
but was as solicitous over the remaining four as she 
had been of the original setting. She was attending to 
duty when we left the country. 
"King's Kamp" proved a haven of rest to us. Far 
from track of Indian or white man, we were in the forest 
primeval. Our four tents were pitched beneath the 
aspens, on a grassy flat, bordered by columbines and 
protected by two brooks that gushed from the mountain 
side, finding birth in the largest springs that I have ever 
seen. Chickens furnished us with food, while deer were 
sighted every day. To the credit of our party, be it said 
that not one of these beautiful creatures was molested. 
For three days the Kings and Prof. B. rode the ridge on 
private business, while I studied birds and read "David 
Harum," "The Choir Invisible" and such like literature. 
We were somewhat suspicious of our red brothers, but 
were not annoyed by them. The trouble is with the 
Colorado Utes, who were moved to this reservation, and 
not liking the change are stirring up disafifectioij as far 
as they are able to do so. 
The next move took us over grassy plains to the 
great cafion of Strawberry, where we spent a ne'er-to- 
be-forgotten afternoon. The chicken shooting en route 
excelled anything that I have -ever seen. Brimfull, with 
his .22 rifle, did splendid execution. He learned to 
use a rifle in the Indian raids of thirty years ago, and 
took all his birds upon the wing. We dared riot use our 
shotguns on account of their loud report. 
When camp was pitched and we had enjoyed dinner 
I took to the stream, here about 20yds. wide. It was 
no longer a placid brook, but an angry torrent, foaming 
and roaring between naked rock walls that towered 
hundreds of feet above us. The fish were good size 
(from J^lb. to 3lbs.) and as fierce as their habitat. My 
first strike and the clicking reel brought the rest of the 
party to the river. Our scores may seem too large for 
justification, but it was supposed that this was the last 
fishing we would have, and preparations were made for 
salting down sufficient for a four days' trip. I do not 
know, but I instinctively feel that this afternoon was 
high-water fishing mark for me. The dial turned back, 
twenty years as I stood, waist-deep, in the boiling 
waters, scarcely able to keep my footing, and struggled 
with the trout that had never before made a light for 
life and liberty. When the shades of evening cur- 
tained us I changed hackle for white-miller and fished 
on. Only night brought me to my senses. I had twenty- 
five trout to my credit. The other four, who used 
bait, had twenty, all told. 
After breakfast, one week from Provo, Mrs. King, 
Jr., with one of the boys for driver, and the two little 
girls, started homeward, while the rest of us drove 
toward the main chain of the Uintas — the land of the ris- 
ing sun. Shoshone. 
Pioneer Days.— XIV. 
BY ROWLAND E. ROBINSON. 
Josiah Becomes a Family Mao. 
Objects were becoming dimly defined in the light of 
dawn, when the girl was awakened by Josiah's voice, 
sounding strange and unfamiliar as her surroundings 
looked, until with a sharp pang she realized that yester- 
day's events were not a frightful dream. 
"I want tu talk tu you a minute afore the children 
wakes up," he said, speaking low; and she arose and sat 
down near the freshly kindled fire. "I gin your father my 
word an' him a-dyin' 'at I'd ta' keer on ye faithful," he 
began abruptly, looking straight into her sad dark eyes; 
"an' I'm a-goin' tu, fur as L can. It hain't alone from 
keepin' your body from bein' hurt, but your good name, 
an' a gal can't go traipsin' 'raound the country wi' a 
man' 'at hain't nothin' tu her by blood nor no-ways wi*- 
aout that bein' hurt; so I've got tu marry you, the fust 
square or miiiister we light on." 
"Oh, I can't! I — I don't want tu," she gasped, all in 
a tremble, and pale and red by turns. 
"I do' want tu nuther," he said in blunt honesty. "I 
never thought tu come to 't, but I got tu, an' so we got 
tu make the best on' t. Naow we'll eat what we've got 
an' be off." 
The children were aroused and fed, and the party set 
forth by such routes as were likely to be clear of the 
enemy, but did not always prove so. More than once 
they discovered, j.ust in time to avoid being discovered 
themselves, a squad of British or German soldiers in quest 
of prisoners or booty, or driving a small herd of cattle 
that the fleeing settlers had been obliged to leave be- 
hind. 
Once, as they were hurrying along a dark and ob- 
scure forest path, the soft patter of rapid footsteps was 
heard behind them. Josiah pushed the children into a 
thicket, drew Ruby to one side and made her crouch 
behind a huge log, and sheltered himself behind a tree, 
where he peered cautiously down the path. 
"Injins! — six on 'em — trackin' us!" he whispered back 
to her. Then quickly filling his horn charger, and hand- 
ing it to her with a bullet and patch, said: "Hold these 
'ere till I want 'em." 
He resumed his scarcely interrupted watch of the 
approaching enemy, now coming rapidly up the path, with 
eager glances divided between thejracks of the fugitives 
and a search forward for the fu^i'^s themselves. He 
ms 
covered the breast of the leader with a careful aim, an<l 
pulled trigger at the grst moment that the next Indian 
came directly in the line of fire. The foremost fell head- 
long at the report, the second staggered and sank to the 
ground, while his gun searched blindly for an aim at the 
unseen foe, and those who followed vanished in the cover 
of the woods quicker tlian the thin smoke of the jrifie 
dissolved in the air. 
In the same instant Josiah turned and took the charger 
from Ruby's ready hand, emptied it in the muzzle of the 
rifle, then took patch and ball, and rammed them down, 
primed the pan, cocked the piece, and was closely scah*- 
ning the cover for another target. 
What he first discovered was the entry of a new actor, 
a strong, tall man on horseback, but evidently not a bel- 
ligerent, for he was dressed in the plain garb ipf a 
Quaker, not so noticeable in those days for its cut as 
for its drab color and the broad-brimmed, uncocked hat. 
Furthermore, he carried no arms of any sort, but only the 
spiked jacobstaff, then in use by land surveyors, and 
which he bore upon his shoulder, while the compass was 
strapped in a case behind his saddle. Nevertheless the 
Indians seemed to consider him legitimate prey, for the 
hindmost of them, aimed his gun at him, changing front 
in doing so and exposing himself to the fire of Josiah, 
but trusting to his three remaining comrades to guard his 
rear. Fortunately for the man of peace, the priming of 
the Indian's gun flashed in the pan, and he, assured that 
horseman was unarmed dropped the firelock and rushed 
upon him with uplifted tomahawk. 
"Ta' keer my staff don't come down on thy head an' 
hurt thee — it's mortal heavy!" the surveyor said in a 
calm, cautionary tone, as his bridle rein was violently 
seized, and even as he spoke the ironshod oaken staff 
fell with stunning forse on the naked head of his assailant^ 
who dropped in limp collapse almost under the hoofs of 
the horse. 
The surveyor slipped nimbly from the saddle, and turn- 
ing the inert body face downward quickly tied the hands 
behind his- back with a cord that he drew from his pocket. 
Then he drew the knife from its sheath and cast it and the 
tomahawk for into the undergrowth, and then picking up 
the gun made it useless with a few sturdy strokes upon 
the trunk of the nearest tree. 
"Thee might be tempted to do a mischief with thy 
carnal weapons." he remarked; and then, noticing that 
the Indian was beginning to show signs of returning 
consciousness, he turned the Indian to a more comfortable 
posture, in spite of which the latter kicked and struggled 
violently to loosen his bonds. "Thee's brought this all 
on thyself, friend,"' said the Quaker, in a tone of mild 
reproof, "and thee'd ought to be ashamed of thyself for 
tacklin' one that never done harm to thee or thine. 
Now thee'd better try to get into the .quiet whilst thee 
waits for thy folks to come to thee." 
With this admonition he left him, and taking up his 
jacobstaff, led his horse along the path. Suddenly be 
came upon the bodies of the Indians who had been 
brought down by Josiah's bullets — one stark dead^ the 
other at the last gasp — and stood still wondering at the 
ghastly sight. The other Indians were seized with a 
panic at the unexpected issue of the attack on' the un- 
armed Quaker, following so quickly the fall of their 
comrades, and skulked away with all speed. 
Josiah suspected this when no further attack was made 
on the surveyor, and when he displayed the lure of his 
empty hat crown very temptingly without drawing their 
fire was assured of it, and stepped forth from cover to 
congratulate his old acquaintance, Benjamin Ferris, who 
upon seeing him, but not yet recognizing him, asked, 
pointing to the dead Indians: 
"Is this some of thy work?" 
"Yes, an' a good job tew," Josiah answered, with some 
pride. "Both tu one shot." 
"It's bloody work," said the surveyor;,., shaking his 
head. "I can't bear to look at it. Let's gfb ,awav from 
here." 
"It was that or my scalp, an' a young woman's an' 
four children." 
"Maybe so, but thee'd better done as I done," the 
Quaker said, still shaking his head solemnly. 
"You done well, Mr. Ferris, but if that divil's gun 
hedn't missed you nevcr'd run another line." 
"What! does thee know me? Why, I do believe thee's 
the young man that bought one of Nicholas' rights of 
land from somebody that didn't own it. Y*es, and Hill's 
th}' name. Well, I've just been up that way to do a 
little surveying, but everything is so unsettled, and there's 
nobody there but now and then a Tory; so I'm gettin' 
back to Oblong as fast as I can. But who did thee say 
is with thee?" 
Josiah told him the sad story of the Torreys. 
"Poor things! Poor things!" Benjamin sighed, with 
pitying eyes upon the orphans, and casting about for 
some way of helping them. "I'll tell thee what, Josiah, 
I'll take the young woman behind me — she's in the most 
danger — and the youngest gal afore me — she's the least 
able to go afoot — and get 'em inside our lines as quick 
as I can. I reckon our folks hold Manchester, and if they 
do I know a good woman there that'll take 'em in. 
Wheeler is her name, and she lives in the north end, 
the village, and thee can't miss her." 
Josiah was loath to give up any part of his charge to 
another's care; but it seemed the wiser way; and so, sadly 
parting. Ruby and her little sister rode away with the 
good surveyor. 
Josiah smashed the guns of the dead Indians, upon 
whose ghastly faces the children gazed with fascinated 
horror, each eager to see, and yet be furthest from them. 
"See! See!" cried one, and Josiah's eyes followed the 
pointing finger just in time to see the Quaker's late ad- 
versary sneaking into the forest maze, stooping low with 
bo.und hands behind his back. The ranger's rifle instanr- 
taneously sought an aim, but failed to find it on the van- 
ishing figure. 
"Wal, go it, an' good reddance tu ye- but if I'd hcd 
the handlin' dn ye you'd be as harmles^' as your mates 
here." ' ' 
He forthwith got his little troop orf 'the march, and 
now encouraging the youngest by an hour's ride astride 
his shoulders, and giving the others a helping hand, he 
got beyond the advance of the enemy without further ad- 
venture, and at nightfall of the next day came to Man- 
chester^ 
