April 26, 1902.] 
FOREST AND STREAM 
said, he swore that he would have Two Stars in spite of 
all the gods of the universe, above, below, on the earth 
and in the water. 
''Red Crow and Two Stars had loved each other a long 
time in secret, and each knew how the other felt, for their 
eyes had spoken if not their lips. Red Crow was the 
old medicine man's hunter, and so poor that both knew 
it would be useless to ask his consent to their union. One 
day the young man was out hunting deer in the timber, 
and after a while, sitting down to rest, he absently picked 
up the soft earth with his stone knife. Something caught 
the point, and digging a little deeper he uncovered and 
cut off a small, brown- skinned root, yellowinside, which 
had a powerful, but pleasant odor, and was good to the 
taste. He barely touched it with his tongue for fear it 
was poison. That evening when he returned to camp, he 
gave it to the old medicine man, and to his great astonish- 
ment the latter sprang to his feet, held the root aloft 
and gave thanks to the gods for their kindness. 'My son,' 
he said later to the youth, 'you did better than you 
thought when you brought me this root. I have been 
expecting it a long time. You shall show me where it 
grows and its leaf, and you shall have my daughter, for so 
have the gods decreed.' 
"News travels quickly in camp, and when Bull's Head 
heard that the young couple were soon to marry, he was 
very angry; he sat long by the fire, scheming, thinking, 
trying to find some plan to bring the old medicine man's 
words to naught. 
"Two days passed. On the morning Of the third day 
Red Crow went hunting as usual, although he was to be 
married that night, "for there was to be great feasting 
and much meat was required. Bull's Head followed and 
overtook him in the forest. 'Come with me,' he said, 
'for I have found a place where game was never hunted 
and deer are as plentiful as the rabbits here in the brush. 
Yesterday I made a raft and went to that island you 
have likely seen away out in the great lake whose shores 
are not far from here. There I found more game than I 
1 ever saw in my life before. Come, let us go; two of us 
can make the raft go quickly, and we can bring home a 
big load of meat upon it.' 
"Suspecting nothing, thinking his friend's words were 
true, Red Crow accompanied him. They went through 
the forest, and after a time came to the lake. There 
was the raft, two long drift logs lashed together, and they 
pushed out upon it, paddling hard. They came to the 
island; its shores were rocky walls standing high above 
the water's edge, and difficult to climb. 'Go you this 
way,' said Bull's Head, 'and I will go around the other 
way, thus will we drive the game to each. other.' 
"Red Crow started as he was told through the deep 
woods, and keeping close to the cliffs. He saw no trails, 
no tracks of deer, no life of any kind except a few small 
birds in the branches of the trees. 'This is strange,' he 
said to himself. 'Surely, if there were deer on this island 
their tracks would be here as well as elsewhere.' 
"He kept going, however, on and on, and at last having 
walked clear around the island, came to the place where 
they had landed. He shouted for his companion, but 
there was no answer; he looked for the raft, and found 
it was gone ; far, far out on the lake, so far, that he was 
a mere speck, his companion was paddling it toward the 
shore and home. Then Red Crow saw light; he re- 
membered that Bull's Head had wished to marry Two 
Stars and felt sure that he had taken this method to be 
revenged and marry her after all. His first thought was 
to make a raft and hurry back, but not a dry stick could 
he find on the island, not even a piece large enough to 
support his weight. Dead trees there were, dead and 
fallen, moss grown and rotten. He sat down on the shore 
and wept; the distance was far too great to swim, and he 
despaired of ever seeing home and Two Stars again. 
"As he sat there on the rocks grieving, a small duck 
suddenly swam up close to him and said : 'Why do 
you grieve? Why are you crying on such a warm, 
pleasant summer's day ?' 
" 'Oh,' it continued, when the young man had told his 
troubles, 'and is that all? Cheer up. I will go find one 
who will aid you,' and it dived beneath the waves. 
"Then presently two swans came sailing by on the water 
and stopped to ask him why he mourned, and they also 
told him to have courage, that they would find one to aid 
him. Next came an otter, then a muskrat, proffering aid 
and hurrying away in search of the promised one. Lastly 
a beaver came, a very large old beaver, carrying a care- 
fully wrapped bundle which he placed on a rock at the 
young man's feet. After Red Crow had told him also 
of his plight, he said : 
" 'Yes, I heard of this a little while ago from the swans 
who were talking with you. They were looking for the 
chief of this lake to get him to carry you home, and he 
will soon be here. When I heard the way you had been 
used I took pity, and have brought you a present. In 
this bundle is a sacred pipe, which we beavers have had 
for a very long time ; take it and keep it. and use it with 
the sacred prayers and songs I will teach you. Its power 
is to heal the sick, to give long life, to preserve one from 
the enemy and make him successful in war.' 
'"'The beaver had just finished teaching Red Crow the 
songs and prayers, when the duck, the swans, the otter 
and muskrat were seen approaching them. 'I guess they 
have found him,' he remarked. The words were no 
sooner said than a huge animal rose out of the water in 
front of them with a surge that sent great waves rolling 
and dashing upon the rocks. The young man started 
back in fear. 'Don't be afraid,' his friends cried, 'this is 
the water bull, our chief. Get on his back and he will 
carry you whence you came.' 
"It was a frightful looking animal, very much larger 
than a buffalo bull, wearing great horns, wide backed, 
long, round and fat. But Red Crow took courage, and 
with his pipe in one hand got astride of it and it started 
swiftly toward the main shore, swimming the deeper 
places, wading shallower ones when 'twas still so deep its 
rider could not see bottom. And so, in a little while, they 
came to the land, and as soon as Red Crow slid down the 
bull turned and went out in the lake without ever having 
said a word. It was dark when the young man reached 
camp, and when he entered the old. medicine man's lodge 
he found the people mourning for him, his old mother 
having already cut off her hair. They thought at first he 
was a ghost, but after a little, when they had got over 
their joy and excitement of seeing him alive and well 
again, they told him that Bull's Head had come into 
camp and said that while crossing the river in pursuit- of 
a wounded deer his friend Red Crow had been seized by 
the water people and was likely dead. Then Red Crow 
told his story to the crowd which had gathered, and when 
he had finished they ran and seized Bull's Head and killed 
him. So Two Stars was married to the man she loved 
after all, and they lived in peace and happiness many 
years, protected by the sacred pipe. When they died it 
fell to their son, and ever since it has been kept in the 
tribe." 
"How big do you suppose this water bull was?" I 
asked. 
" 'Tis said that when one crossed a river as large as 
this, its forefeet touched the further shore before its hind 
ones had come to the water." 
Whether it was the story, or too much dinner, or more 
than the usual number of cigarettes. I cannot say ; but I 
do know that just as a monster of the deep had smashed 
our boat and knocked us into the icy water, I awoke, only 
too happy to find that I was still on land, and that it was 
a quarter to one in the morning. 
Appekunny. 
An Outing in the Olympics. 
In the first week of last September I set out from Port- 
land, Ore., in company with a physician of that city, for 
a hunt for big game in the Olympic Mountains, Wash. 
We traveled via N. P. R. R. to Seattle and thence by 
steamer to Port Angeles, where we arrived about rioon, 
having spent twelve hours on the water. Port Angeles 
lies on the straits of St. Juan de Fuca, opposite and in 
sight of Vancouver Island, B. C. 
We were met at the wharf by Dewey C. Sissons, who 
had been recommended to us as the best guide obtainable 
and a first-class packer, and Whom we had engaged by 
correspondence to take us into the mountains. He began 
his duties by guiding us to a comfortable hotel, where we 
consulted him as to where we should hunt. He recom- 
mended the headwaters of the Elwha River, where, he 
said, elk, bears and deer were all very numerous; but on 
learning that we would be about ten days on the road — 
five going and five returning — we told him we would like 
something nearer, as' our time was limited. He said that 
the next best he could do would be to take us to Happy 
Lake, thirty miles away, which we could reach within 
two days, traveling ten miles by road to McDonald post- 
office and the balance with pack horses. The lake, he 
said, lay about 6,000 feet above sea level. He would guar- 
antee to show us elk and deer. We would not find either 
as numerous as they were at the headwaters of the Elwha, 
but there were plenty of both. Bears, 'however, were 
scarce, as there were few berries. We said that we would 
be content with elk, and we decided on Happy Lake. 
In the afternoon we completed our outfitting by the 
purchase of groceries, etc., taking Dewey's advice as to 
quantities, and got ready for a start next morning by 
packing our bedding, extra clothing, tent, etc., in war 
sacks. We also called on the county clerk, from whom 
we got our hunting licenses. Under the game laws of 
Washington, residents of that State, Oregon and Idaho 
get their licenses for Si ; non-residents pay $10, each hun- 
ter is allowed to kill one bull elk, and after killing it has . 
to pay $20 more. 
Shortly before noon we reached McDonald, where the 
road strikes the Elwha and crosses it by a bridge, the 
pack trail branching off and continuing up the east side 
of the river. The postoffice is in the cabin of an old 
man, the only resident of the place, whose principal oc- 
cupation appeared to be peering through a microscope 
at specimens of rock. 
We unloaded our outfit and Dewey rode off to a ranch 
for a supply of oats, the doctor and I making a fire and 
preparing bacon and coffee for dinner. While doing so 
we took stock of the river. It was a roaring glacial 
torrent, unfordable except in a few places, and as it 
looked inviting, we hurried up our meal, ate our share of 
it, got rods and flies ready and went to work, expecting 
good sport with trout, but as the salmon were running, 
the trout had no use for anything but salmon roe, and we 
couldn't get a rise. We could see salmon working up 
through comparatively shallow rapids below the bridge, 
and the doctor, having noticed a longliandled barbed 
gaff at the postoffice, he went there and borrowed it, re- 
turned, waded out into the rapids and snaked out a good 
sized fish. It proved to be a hook-jawed dog salmon, 
covered with sores and fungus, and he returned it to 
the water. Thinking that I might get a better fish, I 
took the gaff and waded out. I saw a number of fish, 
one of them a monster, but let them pass, as all had white 
spots of fungus. At last I saw one which seemed to be 
clean, landed it, found it another dog salmon and quit 
in disgust. 
Dewey was delayed for some time, but finally made his 
appearance, ate his dinner and adjusted the horses' packs, 
and we took the trail up the canyon of the river, each 
leading a horse. Dewey told us that we would ford the 
river eight miles up the trail; that there was a cabin on 
the other side of the river at the ford used by him and . 
others as a half-way stopping place on their way to and 
from Happy Lake, and that we would cross and put in the 
night there if possible. As it turned out, it was nearly 
dark when we reached the ford, and too late to cross, 
so the horses were turned loose to graze a short distance 
up the river, where there was an opening in the thick 
brush, our tent pitched, supper prepared and everything 
made snug for the night. 
Before turning in Dewey told us that there was a 
horse ranch five miles up the river in the neighborhood 
of which berries were very plentiful and bears correspond- 
ingly so. He suggested that if we wanted a bear or two 
we should, as we would get none at Happy Lake, go to 
the horse ranch next morning for one day's bear hunt. 
We consented. 
Next morning, as we were about to start, we proposed 
that as our tent and outfit was on a trail which was con- 
siderably traveled, we should take it across the ford to 
the cabin for safety. Dewey said it would be unnecessary, 
and that no one who traveled that trail would think of 
meddling with anything. Stealing was not common in 
the mountains. We took his word for it, left everything 
standing and lost nothing by it. 
We left our horses feeding, took nothing with us but 
our rifles, hit the trail for the horse ranch, and found 
the climbing stiffer than it had been. Though the moun- 
tains had been pretty high on both sides of the canyon 
since shortly after we left McDonald, we had, as a rule, 
been near the river and on low ground. Now we had to 
go well up the side of the canyon. Finally, from one of 
the highest points on the trail, we saw the horse ranch 
away below us on the other side of the river. We 
descended and crossed a bridge over the river where it 
forced itself through a narrow passage between the rocks, 
and approached the ranch buildings. The owner, we 
learned, raised few, if any horses, but pastured or fed a 
great many which were sent up the trail to board by the 
month. He had plenty of grass and hay. 
The ranch was in charge of a man named Harry (I 
forget the rest), who lived alone in a log cabin. As we 
neared this we passed a large frame barn, sided with 
what appeared to be ordinary lumber, the boards being 
of average length. As we knew that everything used at 
the ranch was produced on it or packed in, we inquired 
where the sawmill was. We were surprised to learn that 
the boards were not sawed, but split from the fir logs 
with a "frow," and that as the trees were so large and the 
wood, as a rule, clear to a long way from the roots, 
there was no difficulty in splitting off boards of almost 
any required length. 
Harry welcomed us at the cabin and on learning what 
we had came for, offered to join our hunt, so that we 
could work in pairs, he in one and Dewey in the other; 
this being settled, as we did not propse to get back to 
the cabin until evening, Harry got us up an early dinner 
— and a particularly good one — after which we started. 
We went some distance along the bottom and finally 
turned upward and into a draw down which a little stream 
trickled. It was full of rocks and logs and the ascent was 
pretty rough, but by following it we evaded a belt of very 
thick undergrowth, which would have been harder to 
get through. Emerging from the draw we found our- 
selves in timber. A short distance above the grade be- 
came steeper, and there was no growing timber. It had - 
all been burnt off some years before, and there were 
plenty of blue and red huckleberries, large blackberries 
on creeping briers, and other berries. 
Here we divided into pairs. The doctor and Dewey 
went upward in one direction, and Harry and I in an- 
other. Harry informed me that he did not hanker for 
"bar." He was out of fresh meat and wanted venison. 
He did not care for bear meat. 
We saw a few bear tracks and a good many signs of 
deer. Harry took me to several places where he hoped 
to see deer, but as in most cases we approached them 
with the wind on our backs I was not surprised when 
we saw none, and said so, but was informed that the 
direction of the wind made no difference in hunting the 
deer of these mountains. As I was a stranger to the 
locality, and its game, I did not dispute this, but I sus- 
pected that Harry's happy-go-lucky style of hunting had 
something to do with the scarcity of fresh meat in- his 
cabin while there was so much trotting arouad in its 
vicinity. 
Harry and I had our climb for nothing, anC returned 
to the cabin in the evening. As we were nearing it, we 
heard shooting away above us — about half a dozen ■shots, 
and just as night was closing in the doctor and Dewey 
appeared, one carrying a black bear's head and the other 
a paw. They told us that they had seen no game until 
after they had begun to descend the mountain, some dis- 
tance apart. The bear jumped out of some bushes about 
150 yards below the doctor, and was going very fast down 
and straight away. The doctor fired two shots with his 
Savage; the bear dropped and began to roll down, paw- 
ing the ground as it went. Finally it was stopped by a 
stump. Dewey reached it first, and as it seemed to be 
dead, he took hold of one of its hind paws, but dropped 
it when he narrowly escaped a swipe from a fore paw. He 
jumped back and fired a shot through the bear's body. 
This did not settle it, but a bullet through its head from 
the doctor did. 
On examination it was found that the bullet from the 
doctor's Savage which dropped the bear in the first 
place had caught it in the back part of its bellv, had I 
mushroomed, and as it went forward had torn the belly 
open so that entrails dropped out and trailed on the 
ground. The doctor exhibited the jacket of the bullet, 
which had opened out to about three times its original 
diameter, and said he had found it lodged against the 
bear's breast bone. Harry was told that he could have 
the carcass and skin of the bear, and also where to find 
them. 
We slept in the cabin that night, and ' when we got 
up next morning found that it was raining heavily. It 
cleared off about noon; we returned to the ford, and 
Dewey went off to catch the horses. While he was 
doing so and preparing and putting on their packs, the 
doctor and I again tried the river with our flies. There 
were several deep holes below riffles and above the ford, 
and from one of them the doctor landed three fine rain- 
bow trout, the largest weighing about three pounds. 
They put up a fierce fight, and so did another large one 
which got away. A little above the doctor I landed two 
dolly varden trout, one of which was considerably larger 
than the doctor's heaviest rainbow, but it was a poor 
fighter, as well as inferior to the rainbow in quality. 
Dewey having completed his preparations, crossed the 
ford with the packs and came back for passengers; the 
doctor and I mounted, went over to the cabin, helped 
him to unpack, had our supper and went back to the river 
before dark, but neither of us got a rise. 
Next morning we began our final climb for Happy- 
Lake, which is two miles beyond where the trail reaches 
the summit of the mountain, and, altogether, twelve 
miles from the ford. The latter is perhaps 1,000 feet 
above sea level, and as the altitude oi the summit is 
6,000 feet, it can be understood that the grade* is steep. 
It is not particularly rocky, however, and the forest of 
red fir is thicker along the trail until the summit is 
approached. About half way up there is a short break 
in the climb and a rather boggy spring. Here we stopped 
to water our horses and eat our lunch, as Dewey said we 
would see no more water until we reached the lake 
As we approached the summit the trees became more 
scattered, and the view was magnificent. Away across 
