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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Feb. 25, 1905. 
As it Happened in the Canon. 
"Nobody but a tenderfoot would carry a scatter gun in a 
big-game country, anyway. Condemn it, you're worse 
than a tenderfoot. You're a pilgrim— a condemned pil- 
grim, that's what you are!" and by way of emphasis my 
partner slapped a few slabs of bacon in the frying-pan, 
jamm.ed it down on the coals and yanked back the pot of 
boiling coffee. 
I made no reply. I could say nothing that would alter 
the facts. Besides, when I know the other man is right 
and I am wrong, I let him have his say. What's the use 
of your going on? You might go as far as you like, 
maybe, but if you are wrong, you have to come all the 
way back; so what's the use? In silence I watched him 
spread on the ground the piece of greasy old canvas, 
throw on it some agateware plates and cups and iron 
knives and forks. He set the coffee, frying-pan and a pot 
of frijoles within reach, then dragged up an aparajo for a 
seat. 
"Draw up that cushioned armchair, Mr. Pilgrim," said 
he, pointing to another aparajo, "and fall to. We are sort 
o' out o' luck to-day. Our butcher and the ice cream 
man did not come ; the stove didn't draw well, and our 
white cake and lemon meringue pie didn't come through ; 
but maybe you can make out with Chicago quail and 
Arizona strawberries. It'll be something for your 
stomach to gnaw on, anyway." 
Humph ! As if our stomachs had not been gnawing .on 
bacon, beans and frying-pan bread, straight, for three 
months. We were down in the Southwest prospecting 
for gold and copper; one is about as good as the other, 
and were then hiking back to the nearest supply point, 
but were yet nearly 100 miles from a railroad station and 
about forty-seven miles outside the knowledge of God. 
I forked out a slab of bacon and said : 
"I was so close that I might have knocked him down 
with a rock." 
, "Why didn't you do it?" 
_ Again I made no reply. I knew my partner. It took 
him just about so long to get over anything, and generally 
his troubles disappeared after supper in the smoke of his 
pipe. To know a man thoroughly, one must be on the 
trail and in camp with him. My partner might be a little 
slow in rolling out of his blankets in the morning; but 
at night when one was stretched out on the ground, all 
in, it was he that unpacked and hobbled the burros, 
knocked together a little fire, boiled coffee and fried bacon. 
He was even cheerful when the tobacco was out and the 
grub running low ; could smoke tea and say it beat noth- 
ing. You know— one of those fellows that you are not 
afraid to have walk behind you on the trail and carry the 
last canteen of water. 
Following the squaw rains, three months before, we had 
packed into a treeless, waterless, rocky country. After a 
heavy rain the tenejos or holes scooped in the granite in 
the bed of canons will sometimes carry water for months, 
and we expected to depend on these tanks. Of course 
on the trip out we had packed enough water to do us 
there and back. No one but a tenderfoot will leave one 
desert waterhole for another without packing enough 
water to do him there and back; the second one may be 
dry. If it is and he has failed to obey the rule of the 
desert, it's odds on that he does not get back. 
We had made two dry camps, and all that day had 
plodded across a cactus and greasewood mesa, shaping 
our course by a saddle in a dark colored mountain in the 
caiions of which, by the aid of our glass, we saw timber 
that does not grow where its roots cannot reach water. 
The sun had dropped over the saddle, and the shadows 
in the caiaons were turning to purple at the base when we 
reached the mountain. We found water and cottonwoods 
in the canons, and the sides covered with scrub oak and 
pine, the ridges and hogbacks bare. 
: "This sure looks good to me," said partner, as i-w'e- 'began 
unpacking. Up the caiions quail were calling across to 
one another, and from the number of calls the mountain 
seemed fairly alive with them. To rest our tired feet, we 
had removed our thick-soled, hobnailed brogans and 
slipped on buckskin moccasins, which we carried tied con- 
veniently to the cinch ropes. As the quail began calling, 
my partner looked at me and grinned. I yanked a take- 
down shotgun out of an aparajo, hurriedly threw it to- 
gether, and stuffed some shells loaded with fine shot in the 
pocket of my jumper. . . 
"Sure," said he, "I'll unpack, start a fire and have the 
pan hot. You better stick some blue whistler shells in 
your other pocket ; this country looks good to me for 
something bigger than quail." 
"Quail is good enough for to-night," I replied. "We 
have not tasted fresh meat for three months— not even a 
jack rabbit — and now you are trying to think of some- 
thing better than quail." 
I slipped away up the canon, and in less than two hun- 
dred yards saw a number of big, plump mountain quail 
scuttling through the brush ahead of me. Their numbers 
increased as I went on, and I soon had a big covey on the 
move. Now, from what I have said, you may realize that I 
was out after meat. I decided that I would drive until they 
bunched, and then let go. I figured that I might get ten 
or a dozen. Yes, a pot-shot; but remember that my con- 
science had been oiled by bacon grease for three straight 
months. I slipped along, stepping high and softly in my 
moccasins, the wind in my face. I have never yet figured 
out why it is that the wind always blows up a cafion in 
the daytime and down it at night. 
Another one hundred yards and a long file of quail 
streamed over the hogback and down into the next cafion, 
with me hot foot and soft after them. The next cafion 
was broad, and along the bench was a cottonwood slash. 
The quail scurried under the fringe of brush surrounding 
this slash, and noiselessly I slipped through an opening in 
the brush. The next instant I was petrified right there in 
my tracks. Not thirty steps from me stood an elk. Yes^ 
an elk, big as an ox, and I with an ojd scatter gun loaded 
with bird shot. He had just risen from his day bed and 
begun feeding, for leaves were still clinging to his coat 
and in his mouth was a cottonwood shoot. If I was petri- 
fied, he was paralyzed, for he only stood and looked, his 
eyes growing bigger and bigger, till they looked to me 
as big as small moons. He may never have seen a man 
before, but anyway he recovered himself first, and decided 
he wanted no closer acquaintance. He let out a whistle 
that might have been heard a mile, threw his antlers back 
on his shoulders, flagged me, and was gone, flushing over 
a hundred quail in his flight. Then I "came to" and had 
to sit down. I wish I could remember what I said. Then 
I took the shotgun by the barrel and was tempted to break 
it over a log, but I didn't. It would be nearly dark by 
the time I got to camp, so I went back and told my part- 
ner. Yoii know only "some" of the things he said. 
_We finished our supper in silence, and after lighting 
his pipe he settled down with his back against a boulder, 
took a few puffs and then looked across at me and 
grinned. We decided to stay there two or three days and 
rest ourselves and animals. "And it will give you another 
chance," said my partner, as he hung the bean pot out of 
the reach of crawling things and stuffed a rag in the spout 
of the coffee pot. 
I did get my other chance with our rifle, and made 
good on a fat, three-year-old buck, and we had elk 
cooked in every style conceivable in a frying-pan, Dutch 
oven and on the coals, and had jerky enough for a month. 
Arctic Wolves. 
The current number of the Dansk Jagttidende con- 
tains an article upon the above subject from the pen 
of the zoologist of the second Fram expedition under 
Sverdrup. Hefr E. Bay, in the course of his narrative, 
says: 
"As a striking proof of the destructive influence of the 
wolf on other wild animals, it may be cited that in 1891- 
1892 we of the Ryder expedition found Jameson's Land 
full of reindeer. When Lieutenant Amdrup's expedition 
landed there some years later, the wolves had in the 
meantime immigrated, and had reduced the number of 
rein to a minimum. Only the Polar bear and the musk- 
ox can hold their own against this scourge. 
"One day Henriksen, who had dropped his ski stick, 
was picking it up about 120 yards behind the sledge, 
from which he had jumped. Suddenly a wolf appeared 
in front of the sledge, and at once the dogs gave chase; 
but, of course, they could not make up to it. In the 
meantime another wolf came up from behind, and went 
right up to Henriksen, who had no other weapon than 
his ski stick. It dared not attack, however, and it 
must have been pleasant to see the two, the man and 
the wolf, walking each on his side of the sledge track, 
casting distrustful looks at one another. Finally they 
reached the sledges, when Schei fired at and missed 
the animal. Whenever he related the story afterward, 
he swore to such an extent that the air became quite 
sulphurous. 
"Nov. 22 being Foshejm's birthday, it was kept in 
the usual festive way. I had the night watch, for the 
sake of the meteorological observations. By twelve 
o'clock all had gone to rest, and I came up on deck 
to observe. With a lantern in my hand, I went forward 
to the bow, where the thermometer hung, and while 
reading it, I heard down on the ice the heavy, regular 
tread of a pair of animals, which were evidently neither 
dop-s nor bears. Throwing the light upon them, I 
saw two big, white heads, which were turned toward 
me; they were those of two wolves, which stood not 
more than twenty feet from the ship. I ran below 
quickly, hung the lantern between the decks, and rushed 
to my cabin for a gun, shouting on my way that there 
were wolves near the ship. Capt. Sverdrup and Lieu- 
tenant Banman heard me and at once began to dress. 
I wished to wait for them, being uncertain of my shoot- 
ing powers in the darkness; but the captain told me to 
hurry up again if I were ready. * * * When I came 
■on deck again, I saw the two wolves about forty feet 
from the ship; it was nearly pitch dark, and I could 
only make out their outlines. They stood quite still, 
and I hoped that they would remain until the others 
joined me with their guns. Then a door banged below, 
and they at once began to move. Although it was too 
dark to take aim, I dared not wait any longer, and so 
I fired in the direction of the hindmost. To my great 
astonishment and joy, it fell. Then Lieutenant Ban- 
man came up, and we went down onto the ice. The 
fallen wolf was not dead, and when I came up it snapped 
at me, its teeth clicking together like those of a steel 
trap. I could quite well have killed the beast in a 
proper fashion, but hearing my companion getting his 
gun ready, and not wishing anybody else to have a 
hand in the death of the wolf, I fired at it. The first 
shot missed, but the second struck only too well, for it 
rendered the animal's cranium quite useless for scien- 
tific purposes— an act which was all the rnore disgrace- 
ful, as it was the zoologist of the expedition who had 
committed it! * * * It turned out to be a young 
wolf, quite white, except as regards a few dark hairs 
■down its back. * * * On Dec. i, about 9 in the 
■evening, the watch observed three wolves close to the 
ship, he went below, fetched his gun, and fired a couple 
of shots, but failed to hit them. The wolves did not go 
far, however, for glimpses were obtained of them every 
now and again; but although we were all on deck or on 
the ice, none of our shots were successful. For the 
next week things were lively on the Fram. During the 
day we saw nothing of the wolves, but when the dogs 
were taken in for the night, and it had been quiet for 
some time on board, they were not long of turning up; 
There was now bright moonshine, with a clear sky, 
and every evening shots were fired at the wolves; but, 
singularly enough, nothing ever came of them. * * 
After a time the many misses which we executed h 
gan to have a demoralizing effect. 
"But there are other means than shooting of gettii 
hold of wild animals, and it was not long before tl 
neighborhood of the Fram abounded with traps, son 
of them of wonderful construction. The most remar 
able was undoubtedly a shark hook with a piece 
blubber for bait. At night it was arranged at the sic 
of the ship, the other end of the fishing line being mad 
fast to the shio's bell, so that the alarm might be giv< 
whenever there was a bite! This, it may be adde 
never came off, although certain individuals who d 
not take a serious view of the affair took the o] 
portunity of alarming the sanguine anglers. Anothi 
contrivance was put up with intent to hang a wd 
on the point nearest the ship. Early one morning aft( 
the dogs had been let out, we heard -a great comm( 
tion in that direction; and on rushing to see what wi 
the matter, we found that Ingebrigt (a dog) had walk< 
into the snare. Fortunately, it was released withoi 
sustaining injury. 
"Gradually we grew quite accustomed to have wolvi 
round us; they were quite harmless, and never inte 
fered with us or the dogs. But, on the other hand, 
was undoubtedly humiliating that they escaped all 01 
afforts; so we played our last trump. With great ca 
Foshejm had constructed a large box trap with a do 
ing door, and on the fifth this was brought out on tl 
ice. Already, the day after, it appeared that a wolf hi 
been in it, but much to the disgust of the maker, it ha 
in some mysterious way, lifted the door again, ar 
got out. In haste some improvements were made, at 
at last, on the 8th, the structure was brought on boai 
with a captive inside. Great activity now prevailed c 
board the Fram in the manufacture of a cage, ar 
not until the latter was nearly ready was it discovere 
that instead of one, there were two wolves in the traj 
We had much difficulty in inducing them to enter the 
new abode, but at last we succeeded; they reache 
Norway in good condition, and they are now as h 
as I know, at 'Skandsen,' in Stockholm. After th 
capture, the other wolves withdrew from our neighboi 
hood, and peace again reigned."— London Field 
A Try at New Brunswick. | 
We had bears in our minds this autumn, possibl 
because we suspected that our hearthstone looked bar 
JNo, we wouldn't have the head attached to the ru 
only to be frequently rearranged, then stumbled ov( 
again and emphatically condemned; the skin would I 
tossed on the floor and forgotten till some one ask^ 
tor the story of its acquisition, while the head would s 
up higher, to mingle on the walls with types of fami 
liar woodland associates; but we were anticipating Ne 
Brunswick having become a rather prominent featus 
on the hunters map since Maine's license law gave o 
fense to some of her annual visitors, who hsL^ 
written of this newer country. We felt a drawiti 
m that direction; not, however, because we bore Maiii 
a grudge for her legislative enactment, but for th 
reason that here was a comparatively new field fo 
experience and observation. ' 
Accordingly, we dispatched an inquiry to a poii 
some thirty miles beyond the railroad terminus, ari 
the reply, • Bears are more numerous than ever before, 
persuaded us to engage to arrive at the edge of th 
woods on Oct. 15. While journeying thither along th 
bank of the Tobique River, we saw, awaiting shipmen 
some exceptionally fine moose heads, which had parte 
company with their original owners during the calliri 
season, then just closed, when jealousy had overconi 
their endowed faculties for self-preservation and the 
tell an easy prey to the ingenuity of the hunter j 
few days later we were encamped upon a "hardwod 
ridge, with the nearest settlement twenty-five miles b< 
hind us, while before us and on either hand, stretchin 
out for one hundred or more miles, was the solem 
woods. In our wandering during the succeeding te 
days we visited some sections of this wooded countn 
which had probably never been hunted over before ati 
still we were scarcely within the shadows of this vas 
timberland. An inspection of the neighborhood sui 
rounding our first camp convinced us of the presenc 
of bear and moose. The former had stripped decaye 
logs of their bark in search for insects, and turne 
over the fallen leaves far and near to feed on the plent 
ful beech nuts, while the latter had left many impres 
sions of their sharp hoofs, and the bulls had mutilate 
and uprooted the young evergreen trees while burnislj 
ing their horns upon them. Hunting conditions wet 
bad, owing to the leaves and twigs, "which lay thic 
upon the ground, being dry and very noisy; but no 
withstanding this drawback, we saw on the first mort 
ing a cow moose, two spike-horn bulls and caught 
glimpse of a good set of moose horns disappearin 
among the trees. When returning to camp in the aftej 
noon, an animal of some kind vanished over the bro' 
of a hill we were ascending, and hastening there 
found ourselves almost in the midst of eight cariboi 
One of these had quite a good head, and him we took t 
supply meat for camp and bait for traps. After the fa 
of their leader a cow with calf came so near to us thi 
we attempted to photograph them. The latter Wc 
very becomingly attired in gray coat, black stocking 
and wore a little pair of chamois-like horns in velve— 
The caribou spend the spring and summer on "tl 
barrens," some distance away, and go into the wooc 
for the winter. This band seems to have been an a( 
: vance guard, as the bulls usually shed their antlers bi 
fore this migration. To see an animal in these wooc 
