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annually for twenty years, again had their liearls glad 
dened and their longing gratified by -a three days' hinit 
over the beauteous fields of northern Indiana, where a 
goodlv number of birds were secured. To illustrate his 
love for quail shooting, it might be pertinent to state that 
during his hunt last December, which regretably was his 
last, the third day was rendered unfit for shooting by a 
slow, miserable rain that made all nature take on a gloomy 
.aspect. This, however, was not sufficient to lessen the 
ardor of General Harrison, and it was only after several 
vigorous remonstrances of his friends that he was per- 
suaded not to expose himself to the raw, bitter wind and 
tlie chilling rain. 
General Harrison^was always considered a most excel- 
lent shot by all who ever accompanied him on a hunt. He 
was what is popularly known as a "snap shot." especially 
during Iiis younger days, but even up to his last hunt bis 
"draw" was surprisingly quick and his aim remarkably 
true for a man of his age. He never went forth into the 
field to make a "bag," but simply contented himself with 
a rea>onabIe number of birds, even if many more were to 
be had. He strenuously condenuied the wanton slaughtei- 
yf any kind of game, and was a staunch advocate of all 
game protection movements. He was not, however, in 
sympathy with the present popular practice of the various 
.States of charging an exorbitant price for a license to 
hunt within their borders. He believed such legislation 
\u be unwise and wholly impotent. 
One would naturally believe tliat General Harrison, be- 
cause of his lack of physical exercise and his corpulence, 
would not be able to cover much territory in a day's hunt. 
Such behef, however, is far from true, as he was an in- 
defatigable walker, the matter of wonderment and admira- 
tion among his friends, and he not infrequently led the 
much younger members of his party a merry chase across 
the country. 
For a few years before his death General Harrison, with 
his family and a few intimate friends, spent his summers 
up in the' Adirondacks in Herkimer county. N. Y., on the 
Fulton chain of lakes, where excellent fishing and good 
shooting were to be had. It was here that he got his- first 
taste of big-game shooting, and a well-authenticated report 
is that more than one magnificent buck fell before his 
unerring aim. 
There are men who say that General Harrison was cold, 
distant and unsympathetic. It may possibly be true that 
he did not wear his heart on his sleeve in public life, but 
every man who was ever fortunate enough to come in 
contact with him as a sportsman will gladly testify that 
a more genial, a more considerate or a more companion- 
able sportsman never drew a gun to shoulder than he. He 
was a great student of nature, and his unbounded love for 
her frequently manifested itself. Her innumerable charms 
and delights seemed to completely captivate him, and 
being with and communing with her furnished him as 
much enjoyment and pleasure as the pursuit of her children. 
There was one phase of hunting for which he displayed 
a decided antipathy. This was the killing of a wounded 
or crippled bird, and quite frequently a friend was called 
to administer the death blow. 
No difficulties were ever experienced by him in finding 
good shooting grounds, as he was deluged every season 
with letters from his many friends inviting him to hunt 
over a neighborhood where quail were legion. He had his 
favorite grounds, however, and hunted over them year 
after year with the same companions, two or three bosom 
and life long friends, from his ^own dear city of In- 
dianapolis. 
He was always exceedingly popular with the country 
people — so much so, in fact, that when the people gained 
intelligence of his being in their neighborhood on a 
hiint, urging invitations were immediately sent to him to 
come and hunt over their farms. This popularity was 
doubtless ascribable to the fact that he was always espe- 
cially sociable and considerate when in their presence, and 
showed a lively interest in topics interesting to them, such 
as crops, stock, etc. He never displayed any unwilling- 
ness to sit at the table with the farm hands in their shirt 
sleeves, but merely took it as a rnatter of course— an un- 
mistakable example of his Catholicism. 
Around the fire after the day's hunt. General Harrison 
with a cigar between his teeth would often entertain the 
entire party with his hunting reminiscences. They were 
told in such a charming, delightful and inimitable style 
that his auditors always became insistent for more — more, 
and the result was that the lamp would be kept burning 
until a late hour. He was a man who thoroughly enjoyed 
a wholesome, inoffensive joke. His sense of humor was 
remarkably well developed, and many are the stories told 
by his old hunting companions of the jokes played on 
them and others by the General. He was many times the 
butt of a joke, and he took it as good-naturedly as if he 
had played it himself, which proves conclusively that he 
possessed a fine sense of humor. 
His visit to a community always created a sensation. 
The whole populace became agog and every one had an 
irrepressible desire to get a glimpse of him. _A few years 
ago he slipped into Sheridan, Ind., and enjoyed a few 
days' quiet shooting. The villagers, however, were ap- 
prised of his presence, and when he arrived at the station 
to board a train for home he was confronted by a vast 
assemblage of men, women and children from miles 
around. The public schools had been dismissed 
and the children were there en masse. General 
Harrison's little party was completely surrounded 
by a curious, inquiring, admiring crowd. A mem- 
ber of his party told a little girl w'ho happened tO' be 
standing near by, gazing in open-mouthed wonderment at 
the General, to speak to him, that he should be glad to 
shake hands with her. She took one step forward, halted, 
then her courage failed her, and she was soon lost in 
the crowd. A buxom country maiden who had overheard 
the conversation, and after being assured that she would 
be cordially received, finally mustered up sufficient courage 
to proffer her hand to the General. He took her hand in 
his and spoke a few kind; reassuring words to her, and she 
went away, the happiest girl in the world. The effect of 
her action was electrical. From every quarter came hands 
thrust forward, eager to grasp those pf the ex-President. 
And he had a firm, welcome and inspiri-ng handshake and 
a pleasing smile for all. This little incident truly brought 
out the intrinsic character of the man. He had had a 
hard day's hunt, and was tired and dressed in his muddy 
hunting clothes. How easy it would have been for him 
to have refused to send the sunshine into those people's 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
hearts, that he so graciously sent. But tliat would have 
been aiKither man — not General Harrison. 
Sportsmanship is sadly in need of such type of sports- 
men as General Harrison, and in his death a distinct and 
irreparable loss is to be recorded. He was a model sports- 
man, and may his life as such be honored and emulated 
bv all who are true lovers "of the rod and gun. 
iNoiANAPous, Ind. Wilbur Carltn McIntosh. 
Poke-o-Moonshine. 
Editor Forest and Stream: . ■ 
Perhaps Mr. Ames will find that Poke-o-Moonshine is 
a wanderer from the Spanish south, disguised and very 
nmch Atuericanized. The Mexican has a drink whicli is 
called mescal Its effect is somewhat out of proportion 
to its quantity when swallowed. So the native is some- 
times diffident about taking it in too large quantities. 
"Poco mescal ! Pocotito mescal !" is to be heard in 
the Mexican inn, 1 have read. "A little mescal ; a very 
little mescal," is what the speaker means. "Pocotito mes- 
cal," however, is likely to mean two fingers taken in the 
traditional fashion. 
r imagine that a South American first asked for "poco 
moonshine," and that he got it. The expression is of 
the sort that travels, so finally it came to the Adirondacks 
and Maine, where it rested on a mountain .stream in the 
form of Poke-o-Moonshine. 
A much more appropriate derivation would be to 
link Poke-o-Moonshine with the word "pokeribh," a 
hazy, shivery sort of word, expressive of the haunted 
four corners and the back garret where the relics are 
visited by ghosts who lived and died when the relics were 
in prime use, and equally applicable to the dark shades 
of the forest in the moonshine. 
Perhaps Poke-o-Moonshine Mountain is a long, tedious 
one to cross, a poky, vminteresting stretch of a trail that 
passes it — one that makes one poke along in the moon- 
shine after sundown. Still I presume the Spanish "poco" 
is likeliest to be the source of the expression. 
Perhaps this venture in word analysis will help Mr. 
Ames both as to Poke-o-Moonshine and "Poke-Logan." 
I never saw the latter one before that I remember, nor 
do I know what a "logan" is, unless it is "a logging rock 
or rocking stone," which is the dictionary definition. 
In this connection. Mr, Editor, why isn't there a dic- 
tionary of woods terms? A book, I mean, in which one 
would, be able to get the meaning of hobnails, still-hunt, 
cold trail, runway, leader, stretcher, dropper, drawing 
fire, holding over and the like. There are terms in gen- 
eral use among Rocky Mountain trappers, Maine guides 
and sportsmen which deserve explanation, not to say 
perpetuation, by a competent w'ord analyzer and sports- 
man. Think what a help it would be to have descriptions 
of the native flies, for instance, when one is planning a 
trip into unfamiliar waters. See what a pleasure it would 
be to. the writer to realize that he wasn't putting his hero 
on the back track of the villain when he came to the 
w^oods. "For trolling an artificial minnow is best. A 
small spoon is also good. We had neither with us on 
this day, and instead we used large, dead minnows with 
swivels to prevent the lines from becoming kinked. We 
had proceeded only a short distance when the bass began 
to strike," is a specimen of average fish story lingo likely 
to make trouble in the mind of a man who never used 
anything but flies on an Adirondack stream. A "strike," 
a "bite" and a "rise" are, perhaps, typical of three kinds 
of fishing — i. e.. trolling, plugging (?) and fly-casting — 
but one might Avrite a long time and not use the terms 
properly. 
Of course one can find nearly all of these words in a 
six or eight volume general dictionary. For example, 
"Still-hunt, see hunt" ; "hunt" is three volumes away. 
Then "Still-hunt, a hunt conducted with unusual silence 
and caution; hence, in American politics, a canvass con- 
ducted in a quiet and secret manner." I imagine the 
man who wrote that definition would canvass the wilder- 
ness a long while in his quiet, secret, unusually silent and 
cautious fashion before he would be elected a successful 
pot-hunter. Raymond S. Spears. 
NoRTHwoon, N. Y. 
Directions for a Tfavelef* 
From the Berea (Ky.) Quarterly. 
The highways of the mountains are not laid out by 
compass and surveyor, but by the far more irregular laws 
of nature. It will be truly interesting to read through 
^the following succinct directions actually given one of 
our extension workers for going from Booneville to 
Hazard. And the mountain man who can remember 
these directions without "taking notes" has a memory 
that surpasses that of most "furriners." 
Roote from BooneviIIe» Owsley Co., to Hazard, Perry Co. 
Up South Fork of Kentucky River to mouth of Gow 
Creek. 
Up to head of Cow Creek to head of Burton's Fork of 
Long's Creek. 
Down Burton's Fork of Long's Creek to E. D. CoUi- 
han's. 
Up Sycamore Fork of Long's Creek to mouth of Trace 
Fork. 
Up to head of Trace Fork of Long's Creek to head of 
Trace Creek. 
Down Trace Creek to Squabble Creek. 
Down Squabble Creek to Middle Fork of Kentucky 
River. 
Up Middle Fork two miles to mouth of Gray's Creek. 
Up to head of Gray's Creek to head of Joe Eversole's 
Branch. 
Down Joe Eversole's Branch to the North Fork of 
Kentucky River. 
LTp the North Fork to mouth of Camel's Creek. 
Up to head of Camel's Creek to the head of Forked 
Mouth. 
Down Forked Mouth to the North Fork of Kentucky 
River. 
Up North Fork one mile to mouth of Willord's Creek. 
Up to head of Willord's Creek to head of Big Creek, 
Down Big Creek to lower left-hand Fork. 
Up to head of left-hand Fork to head of Hale's Creek. 
Down Hale's Creek to North Fork of Kentucky River. 
Ford the Kentucky River and enter Hazard. 
[JuNH 22, 1901. 
An Outing in Acadia. — V. 
11 Y EDWARD A. SAMUELS. 
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The young growth that John had mentioned was soon 
reached, but with the exception of a single woodcock, no 
more birds were obtained. 
"What a lot; of blackberries there are here," exclaimed 
the Doctor, as in a short time we emerged from the thick 
covert and entered a large tract of raspbeny and black- 
berry bushes. "What a harvest the young ladies could 
gather here," he continued, as he picked handfuls of the 
ripe and lucious fruit. 
■ Delicious they proved to lie, and we picked and ate all 
we desired. "There has been a fire through here within 
a few years." said the Doctor, as we moved .imong the 
hushes, "and it almost always happens that the raspbejry 
and blackberry spring up and flourish as they do here, tlnr 
fruit furnishing an abundant and welcome food to many 
animals and birds. By and by the bushes will be over 
shadowed by trees, which are again establishing them 
selves, as we can see here, anil they will weaken and 
die. for the sunlight is essential to their life." 
"Yes," I replied; "I notice that young trees are growing, 
but they are not pines and spruces, such as are seen on all 
sides of this little patch, hut are oaks, mostly, and a few 
maples." 
"You are right." said the Doctor. "Yes; they art- 
principally oaks, and they will for many years to come 
replace the cone-bearing trees in this place." 
"Can you inmgine how this comes about?" asked the 
guide. 
"Very easily, indeed; the change is eff"ected by the squir- 
rels, chiefly." 
"How do the squirrels plant the trees?" he asked. 
"They plant them by burying the nuts in the autumn, 
and it is astonishing how accurately, how unerringly they 
dig in the winter to their buried treasures, which are 
A PLANTER OF FORESTS. 
sometimes covered by six or eight inches of snow. Of 
course they do not recover all that are cached, and from 
those that are left spring the young trees, such as those 
we see around us." 
That the Doctor was right has been proved by the ob- 
servations of many good and careful students. 
The squirrel tribe seems, from its general physical con- 
formation, to be the means — the agents — that nature ha^ 
provided for securing a diffusion of our nut-bearing trees. 
The little rodents, bright, nervous, active, provident, arc 
gifted with good digestive powers, and as they are active 
through the winter their appetites must be provided for. 
Their favorite food, which is susceptible of preservation 
for many months, is by their peculiar instinct stored in 
just the right form and manner to meet not only their 
hibernal wants, but also to provide for a future supply. 
For the nuts buried here and there, one or two inches 
deep in the damp, rich humus, are planted under exactly 
the right conditions for future germination, and if but a 
small proportion of them escape the squin-el's appetite, 
enough are left to continue the forest growth generously — 
yes, mimificently. Every good observer will see as he 
passes among the pines and spruce, little sprouts of oaks 
and beeches scattered here and there, sonle rising a foot, 
others two or more feet in height. These are sprouts 
one or two years old, sprung from the nuts which had 
been buried and forgotten by the squirrels. Not a nut- 
bearing tree is anywhere in sight, and the seed must have 
been brought from quite a distance. I have known in- 
stances of hickory nuts being buried a half-mile from the 
parent tree, and acorns from even a greater di.stance. 
The question might well be asked. "Why do. the sqtiir- 
rcls bring them to these pine groves? Wliy not bury 
them in any other place?" 
They bury them everywhere — in birch woods, in fields, 
in old pastures and even in orchards; you can find in any 
of these localities at any time seedlings of our nut trees, 
which have been planted by the squirrels. But they prefer 
the denser evergreen woods for storing places, and for 
their homes, because a better covert is aft'orded them 
from their many enemies than is found in the deciduoii- 
woods, and here again the wonderful provisions of nature 
are apparent. Not only is the proper rotation of vegetable 
life thus secured, a rotation absolutely essential, but the 
very best and most favorable conditions are secured for 
