FOREST AND STREAM. 
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nuded of their bark. I have always contended that the 
whirling mass of sand carried along by the rotating cloud 
simply acted like a gigantic sheet of sandpaper, and 
rasped the bark loose from the trees. The suction did the" 
rest. ■ 
Many and curious are the effects of a wind of this 
kind. It has been frequently stated that wheat straws 
have been found driven an inch or more into a fence 
rail. This is on a par with the fact that a candle can be 
driven through an inch board. 
Somewhere up in the Dakotas I heard of a light of 
glass showing holes through which a cambric needle 
could be passed, the holes presumbaly having been made 
by particles of sand driven by the wind through the glass. 
I think this story is a matter of evidence, and is on 
record in connection with some evidence given in a mat- 
ter which arose in relation to a tornado insurance case. 
I will admit myself that I have wondered how the glass 
withstood the impact. 
When this cyclone hit Lake Vadnais, I was at River 
Falls trout fishing. The rain commenced about 5 P. M., 
and then it began to hail. I can remember a cow in an 
adjoining pasture driven almost frantic by the ceaseless 
pelting of the hail stones. Lightning played vividly until 
dark, the sky assuming a brassy hue that lasted all during 
the night. Every time the electric fluid lighted up the 
sky we could see the ugly, brassy clouds above. I re- 
member the night well, for it was my fate to sit up. with 
a sick comrade who was as near the cholera without 
actually having it as one could imagine. !■> 
All night long the lightning flashed and mirrored back 
the brassy clouds. And ever since then a high wind, 
lightning, and a collection of brass-hued clouds has led 
me to believe that there was "something doing" in that 
quarter. 
On the prairies of Kansas, cyclone cellars — dugouts 
sometimes connected by a passageway from the cellar — 
are in order, and as far as they go are «11 right in their 
way, but the propensity of running into one's house cellar 
during a cyclone, in a case of fire accompanying the col- 
lapse of the house, becomes a very serious undertaking. 
Cyclones may be necessary now and then to clear up the 
atmosphere, but if they must come, it't just as well that 
they be over in the next county. Charles Cristadoro. 
A New Sheep from Kamchatka. 
In the Bulletin of the American Museum of Natural 
History, Dr. J. A. Allen describes a new sheep from 
Kamchatka, which is to be known as Storck's sheep. Mr. 
Allen writes : 
"The Museum has recently received from Mr. George 
H. Storck, a well-known fur dealer and taxidermist of 
this city, two fine skulls of sheep from Kanchatka, repre- 
senting two species, one being the Ovis nivicola, and the 
other an apparently undescribed species. Both were 
obtained in that country personally by Mr. Storck, and 
their history is thus beyond question. The nivicola speci- 
men was taken 'between Milko and Petropavlovskin, 
southwestern Kamchatka ;' the other 'was taken about 
no verst east of Fort Tigil on the west side of Kam- 
chatka.' Mr. Storck adds : 'I have seen several skulls 
up there, taken in that section, and they are all the 
same; that is, the horns are thin at the base and have 
a double curve. * * * Specimens of this sheep are 
very hard to get, as they are found only in the central 
range of mountains in the northwestern portion of Kam- 
chatka ; and it is the most difficult place to travel in that 
I have ever faced, both on account of the roughness of 
the country and the almost constant storms that rage all 
through the winter, which is practically the only season 
when one can travel in the interior.' 
"The Fort Tigil specimen is strikingly different from 
any previously described species, having somewhat the 
type of horns of Ovis amnion, but it is much smaller than 
any of the known forms of the O. amnion group. It may 
bear the name of its discoverer, and be called Ovis 
storcki, sp. nov. 
"In answer to my inquiries about the occurrence of 
white bighorns in Kamchatka, Mr. Storck's reply is of 
interest, as he has traversed the whole interior of the 
peninsula, from north to south, on commercial expedi- 
tions for the purchase of sable and other furs. He says: 
'In reference to white mountain sheep, I do not believe 
that any exist in Kamchatka. I have never seen or heard 
of any, or seen any fragments of skins. If there is such 
a sheep it must come from north latitude 59 degrees. 
That part of the country is never hunted; it is inhabited 
by wandering Koraks, who live entirely on the reindeer, 
and never kill anything except wolves, and then only to 
protect their herds.'" 
Grouse for Stocking:. 
Stamford, N. Y., Sept. 10.— Editor Forest and Stream: 
A fund has been raised by the sportsmen of this town 
with which to try the experiment of interbreeding the 
ruffed grouse with a view to increase the number in 
coveys. If you can tell me where live birds can be pro- 
cured you will greatly oblige me, and assist this laudable 
enterprise. Is it legal to import them from Canada? 
G. Lenox Curtis. 
[The birds might be supplied by E. B. Woodward, 302 
Greenwich street, New York. For permit to import from 
Canada, apply to the Secretary of Agriculture, 
Washington.] 
Success at Last. 
On September 8, with my friend, W. W. Tracy, we 
were met as the train rolled into Boiestown, N. B., by my 
guide, Daniel Munn, whom I had engaged on my trip of 
the year before to take us to the home of the big antlered 
moose, and by that whole-souled purveyor of quaint hos- 
pitality, Ambrose Holt, of Pleasant Ridge, who was ready 
to drive us seven miles to his farmhouse, where we were 
to stop over night on our way to the woods. Our greet- 
ings were hearty. In response to my inquiry if there were 
many signs of game this fall, Daniel said, "Yos, there be 
plenty." Continuing, "Archie saw the largest moose the 
other day at Harris Lake that he ever saw." This was 
encouraging. Archie had returned only a few days before 
from the Dungarvon (whither we were bound), where 
he had spent part of the summer in place of Daniel, who 
had been with a gentleman from Connecticut on a salmon 
trip, as warden on that stream. After the greetings were 
over, we found Mr. Adams, who relieved us of several 
"cart wheels" for some yellow bits of paper, which- gave 
us permission to shoot one moose and one caribou- each. 
Besides our own, we also secured one for Daniel, Archie, 
and Thos. Munn, who were to accompany us as guides 
and cook. 1 Soon we were' off, stopping only once at 
Thibodeaux's, where Daniel had had our provisions put 
up for our six weeks' trip, until the Holt- farm was 
We awoke by 5 A. M. the next morning, and after 
breakfast packed our duffle for the woods. . We found 
plenty of trees across the logging road, and with four to 
handle the axes, we made but slow progress with our 
heavy load, part' of which we were obliged to leave for 
the team to come back for later. We made camp near 
Salmon Stream, pretty tired after our first day's tramp, 
not having seen any big game, although moose and deer 
signs were plenty. Partridges, however, were much m 
evidence. We counted fourteen spruce in one covey. 
Early in the morning we started again. No game, but 
lots of birds were seen. Will was anticipating great 
sport with the fly-fishing, for which mainly he was going 
into the woods, although he proposed to keep a weather 
eye out for fear a bull should charge him in the two or 
three weeks he was to sUy.^ . 
By three o'clock we reached the fish house of Mr. Neal s 
of Fredericton, who had been' guided by Daniel for seven- 
teen years, and who had kindly given him permission to 
use it on this trip. We at once started for the dam at 
the foot of the deadwater, about a mile from camp, and 
here it was a pleasure to see Will catch trout enough in 
half an hour weighing from *4 "P to 5 pounds for the 
supper and breakfast for six hearty eaters. 
By the time we got back to camp the others had come 
and were making things ready for the night. It did not 
take Thomas long to ccok the fish. We began to realize 
the pleasures of camping in the deep woods where fish 
and ; game were plenty. We had some time on our hands 
before the season opened on the 15th. 
Daniel sent Archie to get, his canoe, which he had left 
about a mile below camp hid in the bushes, but he found 
that someone had "borrowed" it and had forgotten to re- 
turn it. This caused us all much concern, as we had 
planned to use it in hunting the deadwater with. But 
the guides were equal to the occasion, and by night they 
had made a raft which under the circumstances answered 
our purpose very well. ' , 
September 12. Will and Daniel went up the deadwater 
to try the fishing and to look for game signs. They got 
plenty of fish, and reported fresh signs abundant. _ Archie 
and I went on a tour of investigation to Harris Lake, 
thence to the big barren. We saw some ducks and lots of 
partridges. At the lake it looked as though there had 
been a big drove of moose there all summer. _ The shore 
was all cut up with the many fresh tracks, mixed in now 
and then with the round hoof marks of the caribou. 
When we reached the barren we found the signs just as 
plenty there, too. It was then that we wished it were 
the 15th, and we wished so a good deal more a little later, 
when, coming away from the bog, we met a bull headed 
for the barren. We admired for a moment or two the 
12-inch palms he carried, and as he trotted off expressed 
the wish that he would hang around- a few days longer, 
when we were in hopes to call again. 
On our way back I nearly stepped on a porcupine, 
which I did not notice in the twilight. Watching him 
moving off in his slow, peculiar way, Archie asked, "Why 
don't you shoot him?" "What for?" I asked. "For 
game," he said. I preferred other game, I thought, and 
did not believe in killing anything that I did not have a 
use for. A gentleman who was with me on a previous 
trip seemed to have a perfect mania for destroying every 
porcupine he came across, even killing one in the tent, 
where he had taken refuge; afterwards he spent two or 
three hours trying to pick up the quills scattered around- 
On the 13th we all went up to the deadwater at the dam, 
where Will, Daniel and I took the raft and went up the 
river. We had not gone more than sixty rods when a 
good bull swam across a bogan only a short distance 
ahead. When he got across as he went ashore he acted 
as though he had got a faint scent of us, starting to run 
one way, then changing right back again, not seeming to 
know just where the scent came from. At last he took a 
course right to the west and was out of sight. 
Next day the guides cut out the trails to the Peaked 
Mountain lakes and felled trees so that we would be able 
to get across the streams. 
On the morning of the 15th we got an early start, Will 
with Daniel heading for McConnell Brook barren and 
Harris Lake, while Archie and I took the trail for Barn- 
ford Lake. Neither had been there before, but just at 
noon we came in sight of it. We saw a moose just com- 
ing down to the water's edge; he stood some time look- 
ing around, then, taking a long drink, waded out. There 
was a moose path around the shore which we followed, 
getting within fifteen or twenty rods of him. We saw . 
-that he had only a small set of antlers, so quietly watched 
him. He seemed to enjoy himself hugely as he waded and 
swam around after the lily-pads for half an hour or more. 
As he was working our way, I thought of the camera 
which we had left with our dinner when we first saw him, 
and sent Archie back for it. He had gone but a little way 
when I noticed the moose started as a change of the wind 
carried the scent to him. Swimming to the shore he 
trotted across the bog, stopped for a moment, then dis- 
appeared in the woods. 
At camp we found the others had returned before us. 
They seemed very much excited, and they could not eat 
until they had told all about "their troubles." At first 
they went to the barren and stayed until well into the 
afternoon^ Not seeing anything, they went to the lake. 
They had- been there but a little while when two deer 
came in at the lower end. While they were watching 
these, two moose came in on the opposite side. Then in- 
terest centered in their direction at once. After half 
an hour they saw the bull come out of the woods and 
cross the beach to get a drink. He had a very large set 
of antlers, but was too far off for_ a shot (about 500 
3'ards)., He turned and went back into the edge of the 
woods again to wait for the cows. Daniel proposed that 
they work their way around the pond and try and sneak 
up to him, for he rightly judged that he would not leave 
while the cows were in the water. Proceeding cautiously 
they had gone nearly to where the cows were still feeding 
on the lily-pads, when Daniel, who was a few steps ahead, 
saw the old fellow standing broadside directly across the 
path they were following, some six or eight rods from 
them. Leaning far back to one side, he motioned to Will 
to shoot, but Will did not see the bull nor understand his 
signs, so he stepped up and asked, "What?" When he 
spoke, away went the bull He saw him . then, but too 
late to shoot. They were so near that Daniel could almost 
count the points oh the wide blades, with a spread of 
about 5 feet; he thought there were about thirty. They 
were greatly disappointed to lose the chance of getting 
the big head, but pleased to think they had seen three 
moose the first day of the season. On their way back 
they counted eighteen partridges. 
The next day Daniel and Will went to Bamford Lake, 
where they saw a .bull, but with small antlers, and started 
another. I went to Harris Lake and the barren, and 
saw only a porcupine and a doe, which I tried to photo at 
thirty feet, but was a little slow; she jumped when I was 
trying to center her in the finder. 
September 17 it rained all night and to nearly noon. 
Will with Archie went to the deadwater, but did not see 
any game, while Daniel and I started for Bamford Lake. 
Just as we came in sight of Peaked Mountain barren in 
a bend of the path we met "Tim Lynch" not over twelve 
rods away, his antlers reaching across the logging road 
we were following. I was ahead when I saw the big fel- 
low as he stood facing us. I raised the rifle, and as I did 
so, Daniel, who had just come up close to me, said: 
"Shoot quick ! Shoot quick ! Shoot quick as lightning or 
he will jump !" This disconcerted me, and I fired before 
I had the sights fairly on him. He made one or two 
j umps and was out of sight. We followed him some dis- 
tance by a few drops of blood now and then, but he went 
to a hardwood ridge and although we managed to find blood 
for about a quarter of a mile, it seemed to stop, and we lost 
the track and the widest set of antlers I ever saw. After 
it was all over, Daniel remarked, "I never saw nothing- 
like it." Apparently the beams extended out 18 inches 
before the palms began to'widen, then there were wide 
palms spreading out as they extended very high, and with 
the extreme top points spreading out on each side 6 or 8 
inches more. No wonder we both exclaimed that it was a 
6-foot spread. I am well aware that it is almost as hard 
to find an authentic case of a 6- foot head being taken out- 
side of Alaska as it is to pick up hen's teeth in the 
winter. Nevertheless this one had every indication of 
reaching or even exceeding that much looked for size. It 
goes without' saying that we were bitterly disappointed, 
but took our medicine as every moose hunter should. 
There seems no reason, excepting Daniel's great haste for 
fear the moose would jump, causing me only partly to 
get my sights in place, why I should not have got him. 
Perhaps some may say that it is only the big fish that 
get away. However, to illustrate the great spread of the 
antlers, suppose we call the distance between the burrs 
7 inches, beams extending out 15 inches instead of 18 
inches, as these looked to be, the very long blades only 12 
inches each instead of 15 or 18 inches, spreading outward, 
and the tip points spreading out at least 6 inches more. 
This makes 73 inches. I honestly believe a tape would 
have shown at least the 6-foot mark, perhaps more. 
September 18. Weather clearing up. At the McConnell 
Brook barren Daniel called out a big bull, the first one 
that had answered. He came out on the opposite side of 
the barren about 400 yards off, but would not come any 
further, and while they followed the edge of the barren 
for a quarter of a mile, they could not cross a deadwater 
nor get any nearer, so they did not shoot. 
September 19. We had not had any moose meat yet, 
although we had had chances to get small specimens 
which we refused, and as Will was only intending to stay 
about two weeks, we decided to get the first one with 
antlers that we could. Well, that evening found us with 
one to our credit, but with only a spread of 41 inches. 
However, the meat came in handy at that time. We saw 
one deer to-day. 
September 21. Will and Daniel saw three deer at Bam- 
ford Barren. I went to the deadwater ; saw a dead salmon 
of about 15 pounds which probably had been killed with 
dynamite. 
September 22. Archie started for the settlement for a 
