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quite ready for the excellent diniier furnished us. In the 
afternoon we took the trail and ascended St, Louis 
Mountain near by, and enoyed the prospect from the 
summit. Remaining over night, af:er a "stirrup cup" of 
Perrie's wild cherry bounce, home-made, we embarked 
and entered Third Lake, soon passing into Second, and 
having inspected its surroundings, pulled to the southern 
store in search of the trail leading thence to Little Moose 
Lake, which we easily found, and a carry of three-fourths 
of a mile brought us to that beautiful lake which is now 
part of the Adirondack League's property, and is adja- 
cent to Panther and Little Moose Mountains. Having 
made a trip of exploration, we returned to Second Lake, 
passed through it atid its outlet into First Lake, and 
were soon quite at home as guests of mine host Barrett 
at the Forest Hotel. Here we met many noted guides, 
and quite a number of tourists, to whom ihe story of our 
wanderings seemed interesting; and then, after an hour 
spent musically down at the steamboat wharf, the echoes 
of which were wafted back from the mountains, and 
which seemed quite enjoyable to the audience assembled, 
we finally "broke ranks" and retired. 
Next morning we replenished our supplies, and after 
many pleasant adieus and "bon voyage" wishes frorn our 
new made friends, we pulled away on Our return trip to 
Fourth Lake, and stopping at the carry on the northern 
shore made our way to the small pond, thence a mile 
carry to Laudon's Lake — now. I think, called Bubs — a 
pretty bit of water on the north branch of Moose River; 
rhence over to Moss Lake, which is one of a little chain 
of lakes, and having caught sufficient trout opened the 
stores from our pack basket, and having made coffee and 
broiled our fish dined royally with a hungry man's appe- 
tite amid picturesque surroundings. Then a smoke and 
a rest, and we tackled the carry over to Foster's, or Dart's 
Lake, then down its outlet to the carry by which we 
reached Big Moose Lake. We were so tired by ou'- 
trip over the somewhat rough carries that we postponed 
any exploration about the lake, and proceeded to make 
a temporary bough camp with beds of balsam tips for 
our night's bivouac; then starting our camp-fire, we took 
our blankets and store of eatables from the pack basket 
and prepared a supper of good coffee, sliced metwurst 
well smoked and dried, (by the way a most convenient 
and excellent addition, as a couple of pounds takes little 
rooin and will keep well; excepting, of course, the thin 
slices that give zest and are so much relished once or 
twice a day) ; also bread, butter and cheese, and cake 
chocolate. Having fared sumptuously, we sat by the 
shore enjoying the scene as twilight approached; then, 
after playing a few airs upon the cornet, we wrapped our- 
selves in our blankets and merited the rest obtained. In 
the morning we caught some trout at the inlet that enters 
the queerly shaped south bay, and having breakfasted, 
embarked on a tour of inspection, going entirely around 
the peculiarly indented shores, and enjoying the magnifi- 
cent prospect afforded. We found some unoccupied 
camps, but were the sole "monarchs of all we surveyed." 
This is one of the most beautiful o£ lakes, and at that 
time seldom visited by tourists, and a grand place for 
trout and deer, having many small lakes and ponds in 
the vicinity, and we thought it an ideal location for the 
camper who loved the wilds of the forest. Since then 
hotels and camps have been put up, and the Adirondack 
railway built, so that it is now more accessible. It is well 
worth a visit by the tourist. 
It was our intention to spend the entire day about the 
lake and return to our camp for the night and start next 
morning on the unknown route to Raquette Lake, except 
the knowledge afforded by our map and the aid of our 
pocket compass, but having made the grand rounds we 
fought the trail at the eastern end and went over to Rus- 
sian Lake, a small but handsome sheet, and from it over 
the dim trail to Constable Pond, where we established 
quarters for the night. In the morning we crossed over 
and finding the trace to Chub Pond, went over and 
through it, and tlien over the divide and reached Queer 
Lake, quite an interesting spot, and from there had to 
make a carry of three miles to Shallow Lake, quite a 
body of water, and with fine surroundings, atid were then 
quite ready for a rest and dinner. Queer Lake empties 
into Shallow, and the outlet runs thence 2J/2 miles into 
the northwest bay of Raquette Lake. In those days they 
were visited only infrequently, as the trails were almost 
indistinct, and required good woodcraft to follow. We 
were out for adventure and knew that when we couldn't 
go ahead we could always retrace our steps. After lunch 
we coasted about Shallow Lake and finally pushed on by 
outlet and carries mitil we finally reached the desired 
haven in Raquette Lake, and j)ulled up to Ten Eyck's on 
the northern shore, where we had supper, lodging and 
breakfast, and entertained our host with the story of our 
pilgrimage. Then we took the wagon road that led 
northwest, and after a tramp of four miles embarked at 
the foot of Brandreth's Lake and went up through this 
handsome Z-shaped lake until we reached the upper end 
where the handsome Durant Lodge and houses of the 
guides in charge are located. As we came ashore we were 
met by Carey, the man in charge, to whom we introduced 
ourselves, and informed him that we were on the 
tramp, our destination being to headquarters at Smith's 
Lake. He kindly Invited us to remain as his guests until 
next morning, and gave us the privilege to take fish 
enough for supper from the lake, and we gladly accepted. 
After dinner, we went out and took a "laker" of about 
four pounds, and a couple of good sized trout on a trolling 
spoon, and enjoyed our exploration of the lake, return- 
ing in time to help get the supper, after which I pro- 
duced some good cigars, and we engaged in a game of 
pinochle. After this the cornet interested our hosts for 
a time, and then to bed and rest. In the morning we went 
over the i^a-mile carry to Salmon Lake, and thence by 
the well known route through Little Salmon, Mud Pond 
and Beaver River to our old stamping ground at Smith's 
Lake, and pulled for Lamont's with colors flying and 
"music by the band," and as we reached the dock were 
gladly welcomed. 
We had made the grand tour in seventeen days, having 
had good weather all the time, and worked hard nearly 
every day. We were tough and hearty, although it was 
no sinecure to go o\'er some of the carries, one carrying 
a pack basket of from 50 to 60 pounds, and the other the 
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boat, with oars and paddles, weighing full 60 pounds. 
The distance traveled I never estimated. It was cer- 
tainly a memorable trip, and one which I doubt whether 
any other person ever made in its full itinerary. It was 
entrancing throughout as the changes of scenery of land 
and water were successively presented, and we were glad 
and proud to think that we had passed through so much 
and without accident or injury to men or boat. We had 
passed through no less than 47 different lakes, ponds and 
rivers, and paddle and oars had done united service in 
each; and the numerous Carries over which we had port- 
aged were as varied and interesting as possible; while the 
panorama of views from the different bodies of water was 
something never to be forgotten. En route we saw 
many deer, and started up many ruffed grouse and ducks, 
but as it was not the season for game, we carried a rod 
case only, and often wished we had a camera, and were 
proficient in its use. In making portages we would go 
from one-half to three-quarters of a mile, depending on 
the character of the trail, ere we "unsling knapsacks" and 
took a rest. At the end of the trip our muscles were 
toughened and inured to the work, and we were strong 
and hearty as could be. Much of our route had been 
through primeval wilderness, far from the haunts of man. 
E. S. Whitaker. 
Carthage, O, 
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Fixtures. 
BENCH SHOWS. 
Dec. 15. — New York, N. Y. — Ladies' Kennel Association of 
America's inaugural dog show. 
1902. 
Feb. 4-6. — Providence, R. I. — Rhode Island Kennel Club's annual 
show. George D. Miller, Sec'y. 
FIELD TRIALS. 
Dec. 4-7. — American Pointer Championship Field Trial Asso- 
ciation's inaugur'al trials. Robert L. Dall, SecV. 
Dec. 11. — Glasgow, Ky. — Kentucky Field Trial Club's second 
annual trials. Dr. F. W. Samuels, Sec'y. 
1902. 
Jan. 20.— Grand Junction, Tenn.— United States Fiei-d Trial 
Club's thirteenth annual trials. W, B. Stafford, Sec'y. 
Feb. 10.— Grand Junction, Tenn.— Continental Field Trial Club's 
trials. Theo. Sturges, Sec'y. 
Catching a Cat. 
The stock and cattle having been kept in the lots and 
pastures in obedience to the no-fence law, every ravine 
and creek bottom, not in cultivation, had become a 
veritable jungle of grass, weeds, briers, cane and bushes. 
These ravines and creek bottoms extending westward into 
the Delta of the Mississippi River, afforded ideal passage 
for the wildcat, so numerous in the Delta, to come up into 
the hill country; and from their almost impenetrable re- 
treats they made frequent raids upon chickens, geese, 
ducks, turkeys and even pigs, of the near-by farms. 
West of us about six miles was an immense thicket 
situated on Hurricane Creek. It was so large and dense 
that it had become the favorite haunt of many cats, and 
the negroes living near it having lost so many chickens 
and geese, requested 01 White and myself to come down 
"wid our dogs and ketch sum of dem dar wildcats." 
Leaving my dogs at home, one evening in September I 
went down to Ol's to stay all night and be ready the next 
morning at 3 o'clock to start for the thicket, which was 
about two miles from his house. 
The hunter's intuition had us up by the hour, and in a 
few minutes we were mounted and blowing our horns for 
the dogs. Here came Barnum and Moscow, two large, 
dark-red fellows ; Lep and Lee, of a lighter shade of red : 
Bass, an immense white and black beauty, and last. Old 
Ring, as blue-blooded a dog as ever scented a trail. Re- 
sponding to the horn with their deep and musical voices, 
off down the road ahead of us they went, anxious for a 
chase. By spurring up our horses we soon overtook 
them, and kept them in the rear until we got to the hunt- 
ing ground. There Jep Thomas was waiting for us with 
his three half-hounds, Rollo, Ring and Rowdy. Much 
lun was poked at his curs, but, like every man w'th the 
hunting instinct in him, he was loyal to his dogs, and 
was willing to bet his old white mule that "tho' nary one 
of 'em had ever smelt a cat, if they did once git a scint of 
one of them varmints, thej^'d never stop until they'd run 
the thing up a tree or clean out of them woods." 
Though it was yet so dark we could not pick our way 
around the edges of the thicket, we harked the dogs in 
and off they went, each one like it knew just what we 
came for, and where to find it. Dismounting, we sat 
down on a log to smoke, chew and swap yarns until the 
dogs would strike. 
Pretty soon the thicket was a medley of voices in 
every direction, just as if a whole bunch of cats had 
been run into, and as if each dog had a cat going in a 
different direction from everj' other dog. Listening in- 
tently, we tried to catch Old Ring's voice. She was the 
only test dog in the pack, and we were longing to hear 
her go to talking, for we knew that would mean a cat 
trail. Old Ring was saying nothing, so we had about con- 
cluded that the other dogs had run into a bunch of rab- 
bits holding one of their nocturnal picnics, when here 
came two of Jep's making a rabbit fairly fly. 01 knocked 
one of them down with a stick, and Jep didn't like it a 
bit, saying, "Them dogs don't know no better, and if they 
had run into a wildcat they'd made him burn the wind 
jest the same way as they was makin' that rabbit do." 
We blew our horns to call the dogs off and to start them 
in further up the thicket. All came in except Old Ring, 
and we were wondering where she was, when to the north 
of us her voice rang out loud and clear like a bugle call. 
The dogs heard it, too, and they were off in an instant 
responding to her notice. Soon we could hear Boss' 
thundering voice, and then Lee's ringing bark chiming in 
with her, but above them all her voice rang out as clear 
and musical as the Tyrolean shepherd's clarion call from 
some mountain peak. Slowly they worked on to the north, 
barking less and less. We knew that the trail was grow- 
ing colder and colder, and that the probability was it 
wteuld soon be too cold to ever get a jump. So getting 
on our horses and mule, we whipped around to the front 
of the dogs and called them in. 
4BB 
Keeping back all the dogs except Old Ring, we made 
her cross the creek and try the thicket beyond. Just as 
the sun was rising and a million diamonds began to 
glow on every leaf and spear of grass. Old Ring gave 
mouth. There was no hesitation, no deliberation — she 
was talking loud and fast. She seemed to have cast aside 
the weight of thirteen years and was running with all 
the vigor and fire of her younger days, when she was 
the queenliest dog in looks and action that ever responded 
to a hunter's call. On. on she came, right toward us. We 
could hold the other dogs no longer, and off they went, 
pell-mell, splashing across the creek and then into the 
thicket where Old Ring was having all the fun by herself 
Soon every dog was chiming in. The running was right 
in front of us across the creek. We see the cane and 
grass shaking as the cat passes along, and here out come 
the dogs with heads, tails and bristles up, expecting every 
moment to put their mouths upon his catship. Now they 
make a gircle of about a hundred yards, and here comes 
the cat — we see the weeds shaking. The dogs are gain- 
ing on him, and almost blowing their breath upon his 
heels. He knows it, and turning, with a mighty spring 
he leaps high above the Aveeds and lights fifteen feet to 
the right of the dogs in plain view of us. The dogs in 
their hurry and fury overrun the scent. They discover 
their mistake, come bounding back, and making a short 
circle, catch up the scent and are off after the cat. He 
has quit that part of the thicket and gone where there 
i-s more cane. 
We want to be right in the thick of the running, and as 
we gallop to the cane patch where the chase is on we 
agree not to halloa, not to say a word, so that the cat 
will not know we are close about, and will give us a sight 
of him. As we ride up close to the thicket we can see the 
cane shaking ten or fifteen feet in front of the dogs. Now 
the dogs run out of the thicket into the open right at us as 
if they thought the cat was taking to the open. They 
dart back, and Jep catches a sight of his three curs run- 
ning like thoroughbreds. He can't restrain himself, so 
throwing himself back in his saddle he gives a whoop 
that would have put Stentor to shame. We laugh and 
join him in another and then another. This excites the 
dogs, and they go to running as if electrified. The cat 
can't stand the pace. He takes to a tree — we know from 
the barking of the dogs. We start in, the cat hears us, 
jumps far out and strikes right across the opening be- 
tween two thickets. ■ He sees us, starts back, sees the 
dogs, turns, and then with long leaps tries to make it 
to the thicket. The dogs, too, are now running by sight 
and are straining every nerve and sinew to catch him 
before he gets to the thicket. They are btmched and 
running like race horses. The cat is doing his best. We 
can see that he is not steady when he jumps. They are 
nearing the thicket, and into it the cat goes first. He 
lands in a brier patch and before he can extricate him- 
self nine dogs are on him and have him stretched out like 
a string. Mack Banks, Jk. 
Dttfce on Partridge. 
The illustration is from a photo sent by Mr. Chas. IT. 
Morse, of Auburn, Me., who writes: "Duke is a three- 
year-old, with a fine record. He was trained for me by 
D. G. Treat, of Moodus, Conn. In his first season with 
DUKE ON PARTRIDGE. 
me there were about 264 partridges and woodcock killed 
over him, and this season the score is close to 300 birds. I 
saw Mr. Treat's advertisement in the Forest and Stream, 
and have that to thank for having put me into communi- 
cation with a trainer of whom I can only speak in the 
highest praise." 
Pictures from Forest and Stream. 
EvERV "all-round" lover of out-door sport will want "Pictures 
from Forest and Stream." Its sole contents are thirty-two half- 
tone plates, measuring about 10 by 14in., from drawings and paint- 
ings of game animals and birds, handsome dogs, winning yachts, 
etc., as well as some field and waterside pictures. The artists' 
names are familiar to every one whose love of sport extends to pic- 
torial representations thereof, and no one will regret that the bird- 
pictures are from Audubon's drawings; The printing is good, 
the paper irreproachable, and the bindmg tasteful, while the price 
is ridiculously small in comparison with the magnitude , of the 
work. — ^The Era, Philadelphia. 
Printed on plate paper, the drawings show to good advantage, 
and the result is a bpok to delight the sportsman.— Chicago 
Tribune. 
Each of the pictures appeals to lovers of outdoor life, and to 
sportsmen particularly. They deal with all branches of sport, and 
are all excellent. — Indianapolis News. 
Toledo, O.— We have received the copy of "Pictures from 
Forest and Stream." They are fine, and have been greatly ad- 
mired. Please send me two more. Fbsd A. Browf 
