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tion is aecomplisherf \vithout nature's being the real 
pstoraoter. 
Nothing escapes this all embracing destructiveness ; but 
their especial delight is to deprive every living thing be- 
sides themselves of its existence. The numbers and 
kinds of ways used are past mentioning. If one of their 
number can only succeed in producing some new instru- 
ment, or new way, more effective in its certain destruc- 
tion of living beings, that one is sure of untold rewards. 
Yet beside, or with, yes I even as a part of, this universal 
manifestation of destructiveness, there appears as equally 
pervading a wail for the loss of the creatures destroyed. 
To understand this caused me no little perplexity during 
the visit I refer to, and indeed I cannot cease from 
wondering at it yet. Tribrach. 
'Hn(e ^ng md 0m 
A Turkey Hunt. 
It was evening when I reached Oasis and found the 
young ladies still of a mind for the turkey hunt which 
had been planned. For Oasis had two visitors — Miss 
Mary C. Breckinridge, daughter of Hon. Clifton R. 
Breckinridge, and Miss Frances, daughter of Coahoma, 
of the Forest and Stre.\m circle. Monte (Dr. Carson) 
had agreed with me that they should have a hunt, and 
between us we had found the location of a good "range," 
covering several hackberry flats about half a mile from the 
river, down near the chute of Island 63. Monte lived 
nearer the range, and was to meet us on the ground at 5 
o'clock next morning. 
The evening passed pleasantly enough, with music, and 
with plans and preparations for the morning's trip, which 
must begin very early. And then the party dispersed, to 
dream of many gobbles ringing, clear, through the dawn- 
mantled forest. Later, the wind came up swiftly, and 
was bringing scurrying clouds from beyond the tall 
cypress tops to the southward, boding rain and dis- 
appointed hunters. Past midnight, though, it gradually 
went away, taking the scurrying clouds with it, and when 
we mounted our horses at 3 A. M. we rode out under a 
clear sky. 
An eight-mile ride brought us to the edge of the cane 
ridge beside the first fiat, and here the horses were 
tethered and all gaudy cloaks and hats hidden under a 
fallen tree, so that we w^ere now clad in the somber 
colors of the brown tree trunks and dead leaves. 
. Waiting for Monte a short distance down a blind 
road, his "yelper" was soon heard, in answer to our 
signals; then we decided to make a test upon him of 
the color of our costumes (for day had now fully 
dawned), by sitting in the open, about 20 feet from the 
path, and remaining motionless. Monte, oblivious of our 
presence, stopped directly opposite to us to examine the 
trail (we could have touched him with a fishing rod), and 
remained what seemed a full minute. He was on the 
point of riding away, when a gentle yelp from my turkey 
caller brought him about with a smile of recognition. 
The rising sun now shone red through the lower 
branches, and there came all of the music of the wild 
woods. Sang the redbird that wakens with the turkeys, 
the oriole, robin and many thrushes, and then a colony of 
jaybirds that conversed comically, with wink and gestui-e. 
Our party now divided, Miss Frances accompanying 
Monte, while Miss Mary and I paralleled their course for 
awhile at a short distance. A squirrel on a near-by tree 
was pointed out to Miss Mary. 
"It's a hump on the tree!" she said, with disapproval, 
and declined to look while I went over and shook a vine. 
Somehow she must have seen though, for as soon as 
there was animated motion in the tree, she became more 
interested. We didn't shoot the squirrel, for fear of dis- 
turbing the gobblers. 
The music of the woods was there, only there was no 
gobble, and Miss Mary's patience flagged. "Turkeys are 
a myth," she said. 
Something must be done, so we plowed through 0. 
thick canebrake toward another flat, she sometimes be 
hind, but mostly in the lead. When we reached the opei 
woods again, she selected a good log for an ambuscade 
and I plied the yelper, when there came a prompt answer 
from across the flat. 
I had shown her how to press the gun against her 
shoulder so it wouldn't kick, for she had never pulled a 
shotgun trigger. In fact, her experience with firearms 
dated back just a fortnight, when she had an afternoon's 
target practice with the rifle. With confidence^ for the 
result, she was now shown how close to let him come 
before shooting, and she rested the gun muzzle out over 
the log while an occasional call was sounded. The 
turkey was getting very much interested, too, when, to our 
disappointment, a shot from off behind us frightened 
him, and he stopped answering. 
We now waited quietly for some time, with now and 
then a little yelp or a "cluck," and had almost despaired 
of having another response, when a twig snapped, and 
Miss Mary said: "Listen! Here come Fanny and 
Monte." 
I cautiously peeped over the log, and there, not twenty- 
five paces from us, came a big gobbler, all fluffed up 
and strutting ! Very vain and boastful he looked, taking 
three forward stricles before a strut. He was coming 
nearer, so that prompt action would be necessary. 
"Now, Miss Mary, don't move a bit," I cautioned. 
Her gun lay across the log, pointing in the direction 
from which the first answer had come, with its muzzle 
among some twigs, to free it from which the gun had to 
be withdrawn entirely from over the log, and pushed 
forward again in a new place, as this turkey was ap- 
proaching from a different quarter, very much askance to 
the log's position. This difficult movement in the face 
of the enemy was successfully accomplished. 
"Now take the gun cautiously, aim carefully at his 
neck, low down, and shoot. Don't hurry !" 
She did it just that way. and over rolled that big bird. 
With great exultation we then bore dowii upon him, and 
saw him flutter, then quiver, then lie still. On the lower 
•part of his neck was much evidence of No. S shot. Miss 
Mary then looked much prouder than the turkey had 
looked a few moments before, and very justly so — and 
said turkeys were not a myth any more. I realized this 
myself, as I bore this tangible specimen to where out 
horses had been left. He- must have been some high 
ofiicial among 'em. ■ ■ 
There inay not often be seen a prouder calvacade than 
turned through the portals at Oasis toward midday, with 
trophies swung from saddle bows. Dismounting, we re- 
ceived just-earned plaudits, and were long and reluctant to 
realize that the hunt was over. TRiroit. 
Mi.s.sissjpj'i. 
Treed by a Bear. 
During the fall of 1884 Frank K. and my brother 
Ed came out to the camp in the Sandia Mountains, 
N. M., where I was working at helping the cook and 
cleaning up the cabins ot the miners, to make a hunt. 
They had walked about thirty miles across the mesa, 
and being very tired we waited for a day or two before 
taking this hunt, so that they might rest. Ed had bor- 
rowed an old Phcenix rifle, and Frank was armed with 
his father's .45-75 Winchester, while I used the camp 
"blunderbuss," a Spencer carbine. 
The evening before we set out we were all three prac- 
ticing at small syrup cans and found that Ed was the 
only one who could hit the mark; but at that distance 
(50 yards) he was obliged to raise his sight up to the 
500-yard notch; and again, the sight was so loose that 
it would jar down at every shot. Ed was also armed 
with a .44 Colt's revolver, but having only six carti-idgcs 
we knew better than to use them up in practice. Aftea' 
supper we sat by the fire tor a couple of hours, listening 
to the tales of, narrow escapes from wild beasts told by 
some of the miners. As hrank and I were only about 
fifteen years of. age and Ed but four years older, and as 
all were fresh from the East, one may well imagine that 
these stories were probably invented for our benefit. 
Just before we turned in there came up from the cafion 
the cry of a mountain lion. One could see the color 
fade from the faces of both Ed and Frank, and perhaps 
it did from mine also, although I had heard him nearly 
every night for over a month. Both Ed and Frank said 
the next morning that the lion had spoiled their sleep. 
We left the camp shortly after daybreak and started 
up the canon. Near, the head of it we jumped a "flag-tail" 
which looked to us as big as a house, for we had never 
shot at anything larger than a jack rabbit. We all 
missed the deer. An hour or so later, while going up 
over a rise, we ran into a large band of blacktails. We 
let go into them, taking no aim, but just shooting I'll their 
direction. As they went up the mountain we could see 
one of them falling behind the rest. As the last of the 
band disappeared over the crest the w^ounded one walked 
into a bunch of pinon scrub on top of a small ridge some 
distance from us. After an hour's work we reached the 
spot where it had disappeared. We could see nothing of 
the deer, although there was plenty of blood sign about, 
which led over the ridge and up a small gulch. It was 
decided that I was to remain where I was, Frank was 
to go to the next ridge, and Ed was to go up the moun- 
tain to the head of. the gulch and then come down it so 
as to turn the deer toward us. When the others had 
left me I picked out a comfortable spot and sat down to 
watch, I suppose I had been seated about an hour when 
I heard the report of Ed's gun, and a moment after I 
again heard it twice in quick succession. I yelled to 
Frank: "Come on — I guess Ed has him!" 
As Frank joined me we heard something coming down 
the canon. We stood still, and in a moment there came 
in sight a good- sized bear cub, squealing at every stride. 
I fired at him and he turned up the canon again. Frank 
fired, but the bullet only hit the ground behind him, 
driving a lot of rotten stone at the cub's rump, which 
greatly increased its pace and squealing 38 it disappeared. 
Even then it did not strike us what it was that had 
caused Ed's shots, but running and stumbling along, we 
at least reached the head of the gulch, where we paused 
to rest. 
As we stood there leaning on our guns we heard Ed's 
cry of "Herb! Herb! come down the mountain!" Hur- 
rying up toward him, we at last came where we could 
see him. 
He was up a small pine tree, and reaching up on the 
tree and nearly touching him was a monster cinnamon 
she bear. Near her lay a dead cub. The bear was stand- 
ing up and would put her arms around the tree and 
shake it, and then step back and look up to see if Ed 
was still there. . She would th^n gnaw at the tree for a 
moment or two and then start to shake it again, growling 
fiercely all the while. We were about 200 yards from 
Ed ;^s I yelled to him to shoot her with his revolver, as 
I could see that he had lost his rifle. Upon my advice 
he pulled it, reached down and aimed between her eyes; 
but just as he pulled the trigger she raised her head to 
look at him and the ball, grazing her lower lip, entered 
her throat. As the lead struck her she sprang back, 
fell and began rolling down the mountain toward us, 
Ed firing his remaining shots at her as she went, but not 
hitting her. As she started to roll I went up a tree, while 
Frank, dropping his gun, went down the gulch as fast 
as his legs would carry him. 
The bear rolled until she stopped within 50 yards of 
me. .1 watched her from rny perch. She was spinning 
around on her back, tearing and biting at everything 
within reach. Aftei" five minutes, seeing that she could 
not regain her feet, I slid down the tree and ran to and 
picked up Frank's ^un. I then crawled up to within 15 
yards of her. rested the rifle on a rock and let her have 
it. At the fifth shot she lay still, so I concluded that she 
was dead. 
I then went up to, Ed. Before T got to him I could sec 
that he was badly hurt, as one of his legs was swinging 
and dripping blood. When he reached the ground he 
fainted. I at once ripped off the leg of his pants and 
S3.W, that his leg was broken and there were three long 
gashes down the calf, Tying a stick along the leg from 
the knee dow^n to prevent it from swinging, I started to 
staunch the flow of blood. While binding tke leg up 
with my shirt Frank came up, and together we soort had 
Ed fixed up and in better shape. He then told us his 
side of the story: 
After going up the mountain as far as he thought nec- 
essary he had seatexi himself to take a short rest. He 
had hardly done so when he heard a peculiar grunting 
noiac. Looking up he saw about 50 yards off two bear 
cubs wrestling with each other. Not dreaming of the 
results, he. had carefully raised his sight, shot and killed 
one of them. The other turned and made off. At the 
same moment, out from behind a boulder walked the 
old ojie, swinging her head and growUng. She then 
shambled over to her cub, nosed it for a moment, thert 
raised herself upon her haunches, and with a "Woofj 
Woof!'" gazed around for the slayer of her cub. Ed, 
who had kept cool, carefully aimed at the butt of her 
ear and pulled the trigger. But he had forgotten to 
raise his sight, and consequently the bullet struck her 
very low in the neck. He at once shoved in another 
cartridge, raised the gun and let her have it just as she 
dropped on to all fours to charge him. This last shot 
hit her in the paunch but did not stop her. 
Ed dropped his gun and started for the tree. Just as 
lie swung himself up she reached him and struck his leg* 
with her paw, causing his wounds. She then began to 
try to shake shake him out. After shaking the tree a 
few times she went over to her dead cub, smelt of it and 
then returned more enraged than before. So he clung: 
there with that bear so close to him for over an hour and 
forgot that he had a revolver. 
After Ed had finished speaking we decided that, as it 
was almost sundown, and as it would be impossible to 
get him to the camp, we would stay where we were for 
the night. 
Frank soon had a little bough shelter built and a fire 
made, while I skinned the cub. We then took his hide, 
and wrapping Ed in it we were soon chewing bear meat 
without salt, but with plenty of ashes. 
As it began to grow dark we thought it a good plan 
to fire a signal shot or two, knowing that if we were not 
at the cabin by dark it was more than likely that some of 
the miners would come out to look for us. So we fired 
n shot about every fifteen minutes and kept up a big fire 
to guide them. About 12 o'clock we heard an answering 
shot, but it was near daylight before the boss and two 
of the miners put in an appearance. 
With their experience, strength and the stimulants they 
brought Ed was soon feeling much brighter, and within 
three hours was at the camp. A couple of the men were 
sent back with two burros and soon returned with some 
of the meat, a monster bear hide and two smaller ones, 
for when the men had arrived at the old bear's carcass 
they found the other x:ub smelling around it and had 
killed him. 
Everything having been made ready, we lifted Ed into 
the boss' light wagon and were soon on our way to 
.Albuquerque, where we arrived in good condition at 
about 9 o'clock that night. Herb. 
Moose Hunting. 
Chicago, III., April 3.=-Editor Forest and Stream: I 
have noticed for some time the various articles on moose 
calling and the different sized rifles that our sportsmen 
from nearly all parts of the country are interested in. 
Now I don't claim to be an expert myself on either sub- 
ject, as it is one that admits of various opinions, but on 
my different trips along the coast of Alaska I have had 
occasion to get quite familiar with both moose and rifles, 
and it has been my pleasure to meet some of the noted 
big-game hunters of this country. 
In speaking of moose calling, I cannot agree with the 
idea of calling the animal to within 25 or 50 yards and 
then -deliberately shooting it down like a beef in a pen. 
I think a true sportsman will enjoy the pleasure of the 
chase and the thrill of excitement that is always required 
to hunt the animal in its native haunts and to follow its 
footprints through the bog and mire, over the valley and 
over the ridges. 
It requires tact to follow and come within range of the 
quarry in this way, and when you have got it down you 
feel as though you had accomplished something. 
Now about the rifles. I find that it is all nonsense in 
weighting yourself down with one of the old-style guns 
when the .30-30 will answer the same purpose, and in 
fact I consider it much more effective than the English 
express or any large caliber. 
I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Harry E. Lee, of 
Chicago, when he brought out some of his noble game to 
the coast, from the interior mountains of Alaska. He 
had a number of the grandest specimens I have ever seen, 
and he got them all with a little .30-30 Savage, and in 
conversation with his men they said he had never used 
but one shot on each animal. I could hardly believe this 
at first, as he had among his collection some fine specimens 
of the mountairi sheep (Ovis dalli), two enormous bull 
moose, three caribou, one of which is universally acknowl- 
edged to be the record caribou of the world. Mr. Lee 
was fortunate in getting this grand specimen out whole 
and now has it mounted in his office, also three large 
grizzly bears, besides a number of smaller specimens of 
both animals and birds. 
I made a special examination of each skin to see about' 
this one-shot business, and to my astonishment there was 
only one bullet mark in each. Now this goes to prove 
that the small caliber can do the business. 
But people inust not expect that Mr. Lee had any picnic 
in getting his game. On the contrary, he had made a trip 
tihat but very few would care to undertake, and in several 
instances came very near losing his life. Another thing 
that the average hunter must not forget, and that is, Mr. 
Lee is an expert shot and a very cool, nervy fellow. He 
has hunted in all parts of the country and all kinds of 
game, and not only secures the choicest specimens, but 
makes a study of each animal and bird, for scientific pur- 
poses and his own pleasure and knowledge. His office 
is worth going a long way to see, as he has animals and 
birds of the choicest varieties, from nearly every State 
and Territory in the Union; also Canada and Mexico. 
I doubt if there is another private collection in the world 
to equal it, and the beauty of it is that he got them all 
with his own gun, as he will not have any specimen only 
what he secures himself. 
Now I should think that a gentleman like Mr. Lee could 
give a very interesting account of this much mooted ques- 
tion of moose calling and also which rifle is the best, for 
all kinds of game, as he has a regular arsenal of guns of 
all makes and sizes and has put them all to the severest 
tests on the different kinds of game. I for on* would 
