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hasn't been long since the tunnel they got tieir quartz 
from filled in — and either their road had uncovered the 
kaolin or else the coal burners had. Any way, Dr. Pol- 
lard found it, and he was educated enough to know what 
it was and all about it. . , 
"He came to father and asked him to buy the land west 
'of his line, knowing that if he bought it himself he would 
have to pay a fancy price, and father got it for him at the 
value of the wood, and turned over the deed to him. Dr. 
Pollard got a partner, and together they set to, work put- 
ting up buildings for refining the kaolin. 
"The first year their tanks wouldn't hold, and the thing 
was a failure. The tanks had to be strong enough to 
stland a pressure of 400 pounds to the square inch, and 
they used just common lumber. The next year they 
hired a better superintendent, and he said he would make 
the tanks hold if the pressure was 400 tons to tiie square 
inch. He got first growth Canada pine that cost him 
with the high prices there were then just after the war 
over $50 a thousand at the mine. It was spring, and the 
roads were soft, and the teams he hired at $5 a day 
couldn't haul much over half a thousand to a load. They 
put in lo-inch round sills and then lo-inch cross sills, and 
made the tanks narrower and longer than before and 
braced them with good oak knees and cross braces, and 
when they were done they were as good as could be — only 
the Doctor had lost a year getting ready and his money 
was coming harder than it had at first. 
"They built bleaching shelves in buildings 16 feet, across, 
a good deal like pantry shefves with a space down the 
middle to wheel a wheelbarrow. First the decomposed 
feldspar was washed in their puddlers, something the way 
they used to wash gold, the Doctor said, and after the 
quartz sand had "been gotten rid of it was dried and 
shoveled out on the shelves 4 inches thick or so and left 
there till it was ready for market. 
"After a while they sent off a lot, and word came that 
it was first-class quality, and you can bet the Doctor was 
pleased. But he had made another of his mistakes, for 
when he was ready to go ahead and get some return for 
all the money he'd spent, summer had come on, and the 
brook was so low that he couldn't get enough water to 
keep the mill going. If he'd built a little lower down 
he'd have had plenty of water, but he' was so full of the 
finer points — figuring how porcelain was made and all 
that — that he overlooked the other matter that a practical 
man would have thought of first of all. 
"The partner that was with him got discouraged, and 
one day while Dr. Pollard was away the buildings took 
fire and burned down. I am not saying that they were 
set on fire, but the insurance companies threatened the 
man with suits, and very little money was ever collected 
from them. 
"When Dr. Pollard got back he hunted for the man 
to kill him, but the fellow got away. Old Sherman, down 
at Port Henry, that had shaved some of the Doctor's 
notes, took the mine, and that was the end of it, as far 
as any development went. I was up there the other day 
to get some samples for a man who wants to use the 
kaolin for filling printing paper, and the side of the moun- 
tain has been slipping down till it has covered all the 
part they had stripped. The paper makers may give this 
country a new lease of life. They want kaolin, and they 
say too they want peat for making paper, and there is 
p'enly of both in Essex county." 
Making the Home. 
Jo McGuire's farm is interesting as exhibiting the extent 
to which a particularly unfavorable wilderness may be 
subjugated by two generations of resolute pioneers. Mc- 
Guire's father was the first permanent settler at this place. 
He found a cold upland valley with an eastern exposure 
at an elevation where killing frosts might be expected in 
the height of summer. Only the brook bottom was fit 
for cultivation, and elsewhere were perpendicular ledges 
or broken slide rock that will remain the same inhos- 
pitable waste at the Judgment Day— a delight to berry 
pickers and hunters, but th& despair of the agriculturist's 
heart. 
The two AIcGuires, father and son, cleared and burned 
the tillable land and sowed oats and herds' grass and 
planted potatoes among the stumps, and by and by the 
stumps rotted and mouldered away and the mounds that 
marked the graves of forest trees were dragged and cross 
dragged and smoothed over, and fine level meadows with 
a tough sward of exotic grasses were created. 
For pasture, the cattle were turned into the woods and 
let browse on the leaves and shoots. 
Then came improved roads, over which the provident 
builders would let no heavy loads be drawn on wheels to 
rut the surface, but waited for the winter snow to do their 
heavy teaming, enlarged barns and outbuildings, and built 
a new clapboarded house in place of the original log struc- 
ture. The flocks and herds had increased along with those 
improvements to pay the interest on the investment of 
brawn and labor, and so the home was wrested from 
the rocks and the wilderness made to blossom and become 
productive. J. B. Burnham. 
Qtfail on Toast* 
When the Western packer who wanted to enter the 
Four Himdred offered Ward McAllister $1,000 to teach 
him the society way of eating quail on toast, he did not 
know the chances were dollars to doughnuts that the 
meat he was to experiment on was Wisconsin pigeon, 
instead ot Nebraska quail. That the shipment of these 
"quail" is an industry peculiar to Watertown of alj Wis- 
consin towns would be a surprise to even most Mil- 
waukeeans, .who, as a rule, are unaware that about 30,000 
pigeons are kept in cotes in that city to breed and sell 
to game dealers. 
As a matter of fact, Watertown's "quail" industry is 
one which would astonish the average Wisconsin person 
by its magnitude. Thousands of birds are killed there 
and shipped to Chicago and the East annually, but in 
Milwaukee, only a few miles away, there is almost no 
market for the birds. This is probably because the game 
laws in this State forbid the sale or killing of the real 
bird, so any placing of the substitute delicac}'' on a menu 
card Avould bring the game wardens around in cove3's.- 
The occasional pigeon pie, however, may be a W^ater- 
town exportation. — Milwaukee Sentinel. 
Some Boyhood Memories* 
Vni.-The Hollow Tfee. 
Sweet iiiemory, wafted by thy gentle gale, 
Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail. 
To view the fairy haunts of long lost hour.s, 
.Blest with far greener shades, far fresher iiajKers. 
One of the most pleasing pictures hanging on tny 
memory's walls is that of a great tree standing on the 
bank of Huron River in Ohio. 
This tree was a .sycamore of enormous girth, and hol- 
low. Leaning at an angle of about 45 degrees, its great 
arms nearly spanned the stream, which at this point was 
sonte fifteen yards in width. The hollow tree, as it was 
called, was a fit trysting place for a crowd of some half- 
dozen boys, ranging in age from eight to ten, for its roots 
were washed by the waters of a broad, deep pool, from 
which were taken many a dace and chub and shiner — fish 
as dear to our little hearts as the larger ones that filled our 
strings in after years. One day one of the boys, by a 
stroke of good luck, caught a fine rock bass, and he was 
at once voted the leader of the crowd and the boss 
fisherman. But he couldn't keep the pace, and never 
duplicated the catch. No expensive outfit was ours. A 
pole cut in the woods, a line having more or less knots in 
it, a cork bobber, two or three hooks and a box of worms 
and we were prepared to crowd more enjoyment into an 
hour than comes to our middle age in a week. 
Two of the crowd, on .their solemn promise to keep 
quiet, were one day allowed to accompany their paters on 
KAn Outing in Acadia.— IV* 
BY EDVVAR& U. SAMUELS. 
{Continued from page 265.) 
For four days T divided my time pretty equally between 
fly-fishing at the mouths of the small streams which 
emptied into the river and in collecting specimens of 
insects, small mammals, fishes, etc. I made no long ex- 
cursioits, however, which necessitated my being from the 
house at night, for I expected to be joined by my friend 
Doctor — , who, in consequence of having some 
critical cases on his hand, was unable to leave the city 
at the time I did, but who promised to meet me as soon as 
he possibly could. 
It is no wonder, therefore, that I looked impatiently 
for his arrival every evening when the stage passed 
throttgh the settlement and that I was more than pleased 
when it at length stopped in front of the house and he 
alighted. The Doctor and I have been close friends for 
many years ; our tastes are entirely congenial and both 
of us are enthusiasts in the use of the rod and gun. 
Every season has found us together on a Canadian salmon 
stream or in the forests of the North in pursuit of the 
moose and other large game, or upon the shores and 
marshes of the sea coast, where the bay birds and water 
fowl are wont to congregate. Comrades we are, and 
many have been "the hair-breadth 'scapes and moving 
'haw, bkown ! HAW, beauty!" 
a trip to the river to sec how grown up men caught the 
big fish. .And tliey cattght them,- too — a big basket full. 
.\mong the catch was an ornery looking thing, but whether 
fish, animal or reptile we knew not. It had a long tail, a 
leg at eacli corner of its body and a very open counte- 
nance. We boys took turns in carrying the critter home, 
and before the next night had gathered in pins enough 
from the boys of the town who came to see the curiosity 
to nearly answer the problem of what becomes of the 
pins. 
The hollow tree was the rendezvous of the crowd for 
several sunmiers, and no trip was made to the woods 
without making the tree a call. Its massive bole was 
carved with the names of the boys, traced in rough bttt 
legible characters, and the year when we took possession 
of the property. 
Ah, those happy, care-free days, never more to come 
again. 
That was forty years ago. The forest with its odors 
sweet — far sweeter than was ever distilled by man — the 
woodland path, the hollow tree, are long since gone, the 
pool is filled up and naught remains of the seemingly far 
off time but a memory, and the music of the rippling 
waters of old Huron, singing a requiem for four of the 
crowd who have crossed over the river to rest in the shade 
of the old hollow tree. Fall Leaf. 
' NORWALK, Ohio. 
The champion pike fisherman (Mr. A. Jardine), who 
has been lecturing at Leeds, related the following, says 
the Fishing Gazette: "Francis Francis was fishing on 
Loch Tay, and the Duke of Breadalbane was having a 
dinner party, for which he was anxious to place a fresh- 
run salmon on the table. His fisherman had been unable 
to catch one, but Francis had been more successful, and 
hearing how matters were he sent his fish to- the Duke, 
with his compliments. An Irish priest was present at 
the dinner, and improvised the following grace: 
" 'God bless Loch' Tay, 
Which I've heard say 
The region of romance is, 
God bless the Duke of Breadalba"ne, 
And God bless Francis Francis. 
And bless his rod, his reel, his line. 
Also his phantom spinner, 
And bless this fish 
Who left his "Tay" 
To come up to our. dinner.' " 
accidents by flood and field" we have shared in our various 
outings. 
Our intimacy has not, however, been restricted to these 
periods of recreation, for we are neighbors in the saiue 
city, and we have generally found opportunities for pass- 
ing two or three evenings together every week, and as 
often as we cotild manage to drop our work for a day or 
two we have taken short runs into the country, some- 
times in pursuit of game or fish, but as often in the study 
of natttral history. 
The Doctor stands high in his profession, his skill as 
a surgeon, anatomist and microscopist having earned 
for him a wide reputation; in addition to these attain- 
ments he is a scientist of no mean repute, his studies in all 
branches of zoology having been varied and extensive. 
He is always an interesting arid instructive conversation- 
alist, and I have never yet passed an hour with him in 
which I did not learn something new and A^aluable con- 
cerning_ the great phenomena in which we both feel an 
engrossing interest. 
Of course the welcome I gave him as he. came to the 
house was a hearty one, and the Murrays were not a whit 
behind me in the cordiality of their greetings. - 
While he was at supper I entertained him with an 
account of what I had done, and what the prospects were 
for sport, and the evening was passed in the cozy sitting 
room in reading the magazines and late newspapers which 
he had brought with him from the city. We sought our 
beds at an early hour, however, for the rough ride the 
Doctor had taken and my day's long tramp had tired us 
both pretty effectually. 
"I propose that we give tlje trout a rest for a day or 
two," said I to John, when he made his appearance on 
the following morning. "There ought to be a few wood- 
cock within reach, judging by some of the coverts we 
passed yesterday." 
"Yes," was the reply; "there's good woodcock cover 
within a rnile of the hou.se, and we can, it's likely,, find 
some partridges, too." 
"It's a pity we hav'n't a good dog," I remarked, as I 
took my gun from its case and adjusted its parts for use. 
"Yes," added the Doctor, following my example; "one 
of my greatest pleasures in shooting is found in the in- 
telligent work of a ^vell-trained setter or pointer." 
"I can't get a setter or pointer for ye," answered the 
guide, "but our old brown water spaniel Dash is not a 
bad bird dog. He will_ not point the game, it is true, but 
he knows how to find it, and we can tell by his bark and 
