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an instant, while the people of the world would not have 
to devote so much of their time to winding and repairing 
clocks, pawning and redeeming watches, and such like 
frivolities, while no two time pieces in any one region 
ever agreed as to the real time. 
My scheme was a good one, and some time m the 
course of events, some trust will use it to monopolize 
and dispense time to the confiding, time-serving serfs 
of civilization; and it will pay the shareholders. Well, 
I sent my data to Messrs. John Wedderburn & Company, 
patent attorneys, Washington, D. C., U. S. A. These at- 
torneys had their patent emporium in close proximity to 
the Federal patent warehouse. Wedderburn & Company 
accepted some of my money as a preliminary overture, 
and then they sent me assurances in print that my in- 
vention was unique and patentable. They also sent me 
copies of all such patents on file as might in any way 
have anticipated my contrivance; and they also sent rne 
a solid silver medal, worth 40 cents, upon which is 
stamped : 
REWARD OF GENIUS 
Presented by 
JOHN WEDDERBURN & CO., 
PATENT ATTORNEYS, 
Washington, D. C., U. S. A. 
After receiving this evidence of their sincerity and 
integrity, I reluctantly sent them more money. Well, at 
intervals that seemed to be rather frequent if they were 
spasmodic, they beguiled me of funds necessary _ to the 
presumable prosecution of my affairs, about which de- 
tail I have no further assurance. Wedderburn’s cata- 
logue of “How to Get a Patent,” or similar title, was a 
thing of genius itself. It was full of fine illustrations 
of Wedderburn in his office surrounded with luxurious 
furnishings and female secretaries and operatives. _ It 
was full of testimonials and descriptions of his invinci- 
ble methods of squeezing even doubtful cases through the 
Patent Office. To clinch his hold upon public confidence, 
he printed in this catalogue the verb&twn Gd literutiwi ^ et 
scribterendum testimonials and recommendations of liv- 
ing United States Congressmen and Senators. 
All this tangible evidence had assured me, at my own 
expense, and some thousands’ of other residents of the 
United States,, that Wedderburn & Company might be 
intrusted to handle funds necessary to get things into 
and out of the Patent Office. About the time I had 
begun to think Wedderburn had eloped with my clock, 
I was advised by a circular, issued by the Commissioner 
of Patents, that John Wedderburn had been debarred 
from practicing in (or perhaps upon) the Patent De-' 
partment, with the further intimation that I might pros- 
ecute my own case, or monkey with another attorney. 
Shortly after, I was the recipient of an elaborate mani- 
festo from another patent confederation, which m effect 
stated that they had taken up Wedderburn’s business, 
and for money they would do> more things. If they have 
done more things I am not among them, nor upon the 
new schedule. I hope the Government at Washington 
got some of my money away from Wedderburn, and 
that it has, or will some time apply it to providing a 
home for veteran Washington attorneys, many of whom 
deserve the snuggest kind of an asylum. I did not 
dream this story, for I can show two or three pounds 
of: documents and the medal. I have never worn the 
latter upon my manly brisket, and will not, unless I get 
my money back. 
But what I was trying to get at is a declaration of 
my belief that we need a national exposition of Ameri- 
can inventive faculties and products devoted to foods, 
clothing, cutlery, cross-cut saws, tinware and patent 
medicines, including whisky. Few people will fully 
realize that there are more thmgs in heaven and earth 
than are dreamed of in my philosophy, unless such an 
exposition is established and thrown wide open to the 
public— that is to say, transportation and admittance 
free. The United States has been so prosperous in its 
manufactures and bottled products, in its canned matters, 
its pig iron scissors and cutlery, its frescoed furniture, 
its varnished tinware, its veneered wearing apparel, its 
rawhide leather with the hair on it, its bogus milk, but- 
ter and honey, its tadpole sardines embalmed in petro- 
leum, its coal” oil enriched with swamp water, while its 
river water is so full of contagion it is no wonder that 
we are the epitome and synopsis of _ intellectual suprem- 
acy. We can point to a thousand millionaires, and laugh 
at the efforts of those foreign nations who are trying to 
exalt Our burglars, our train robbers, our pirates, our 
highwaymen and members of Congress, as _ the only 
Americans whose social position is unassailable, and 
whose money is clean. It is no wonder the Chinese are 
boycotting American products, when they are debarred 
from getting into business here, and when we are trying 
to confine them to the use and consumption of our 
products. A San Francisco Chinaman once told me 
confidentially that he “sabied Melican man,” adding very 
cautiously that in his own country they decapitated men 
when they got that way. He admitted, inadvertently, 
that he had no notion of going back to China— not as 
long as the city policemen gave him lottery privileges at 
regular rates, and kept hoodlums frorti raiding his joint. 
These reflections may not be entertaining, but they are 
not altogether irrelevant to this history. They allude to 
things that have made men take to the woods, thereby 
affecting the supply of fish and game. Gambling and 
speculative people are at times full of desperation that 
looks like real energy. We have at this period in Cali- 
fornia a class known as prospectors who hunt for gold 
in the mountains. They are “grubstaked” by more or 
less opulent townspeople, clapped upon the back as good, 
honest fellows, and encouraged to go into rocky places 
and dig. Many of them live for a while upon grub- 
stakes, then they take to grubworms, fish, frogs and 
whatever they can find to masticate. Their raiment con- 
sists of one suit and a half of denim, with shoes fash- 
ioned from rawhide and hobnails. They sometimes have 
a blanket or two, and one or two guns, with a supply of 
cartridges limited to their physical powers of endurance 
in carrying their burden from one cave, shack or im- 
provised brush heap to another. They shoot game and 
other creatures as long as their vitality endures. 
Sometimes these men fintj a mine, or a ledge of rock 
that will sell — that is, when it is salted a little. In such 
cases the prospector, if he -gets money enough out of it, 
makes a bee-line for town, where he can always get a 
few drinks of a kind of whisky that is put up for tran- 
sient passengers. Unless he is kidnapped before his 
money is, he drinks more, of the whisky, and after a 
while we all lose interest in him, except the undertaker. 
If the mines can be “developed” it is usually through a 
promoter, who gives way to the stock-jobber. If the 
latter can reach enough opulent imbeciles east of the 
Mississippi, or abroad, a smelting plant is the process by 
which they are at this time induced to pay a superin- 
tendent and his lieutenants fat salaries, while a few 
laborers do more or less work that might be productive 
if they were occupied anywhere else. This system of in- 
dustrial procedure scatters some money, but no one can 
detect that it is of any advantage to California ; that is, 
no one can do it with a placid face and without undue 
excitement. These are passing notes, and I do not 
recommend them to the reader for other than true, pro- 
saic and uninteresting items. 
From our camp in the mountain wilderness, when we 
were not ovei'come with indignation and other ills con- 
nected with our supply of groceries, we sallied out daily 
into the forest in quest of deer and to such points of 
interest as were least likely to tempt us into disturbing 
the resident bears which wore such cumbersome feet and 
paws. We came upon their tracks often enough to keep 
us from forgetting the propriety of avoiding complica- 
tions that might prove disconcerting. Sometimes, when 
we strayed into a rocky ravine, or a jungle, where we 
discerned bear tracks, and where there was no more 
room than those animals might want at any time, we 
strayed out of them again with notable diplomacy. I had 
a good gun and I had no doubt of my ability to make it 
go; but I really had no desire to shoot any of Jack’s 
relations, even though they might be distant ones. As 
for Jack himself he wandered everywhere, but rarely 
missed being on hand at meal time, and he was always in 
camp at night. 
So- far, we had only succeeded in killing two small 
deer, one upon the road before we had reached the 
summit, and the other near our present camp. These 
had kept us supplied with sufficient meat, such as it was, 
but we all wanted a big one with something upon his 
ribs worth while, and as we smoked and talked at our 
evening camp-fires. We dwelt oftener and longer upon 
the big bucks that we proposed to bring in. At such 
times, rvhile he had enlarged from time to- time upon 
the buck that he had in view — in his mind’s eye— - 
Enochs freely explained that the buck part of his pro- 
granime was a mere incident ; the bear that he proposed 
"bringing in” was the main feature. Dick and I both 
yawned when he lingered too long upon the theme, and 
Jack frequently interrupted him by various social liber- 
ties that made Enochs edge away. 
The amount of it was that, although there were many 
large tracks to be found of big bucks, and although we 
knew the animals at this time were in prime condition, 
we could not get more than an occasional glimpse of 
one as he ducked into the jungle or thick timber. Dick 
and myself were both experienced deer hunters, and 
either of us was good for a deer at anywhere from 100 
to 500 yards ; but day by day we failed to get a shot at 
any kind of a buck. Srnaller deer and does we ignored. 
One day each of us hunted independently, each hav- 
ing selected a course from camp, and we were not to 
meet until evening, or until we met at camp. We got 
all in readiness the night before, and at dawn we each 
set out variously and independently. This order of de- 
parture from camp was a' new one, and as afterward de- 
veloped, it had queered Jack. 
The course I had selected was toward Magee’s Moun- 
tain, and took me in the direction of the tamarack road. 
I had been out moH 6f the forenoon without success, 
^nd I was climbing one' of the sloping spurs of the main 
peak, when.-it began „to geb very warm, and I was suffer- 
ing some for water.' I had gone into a mass of biick- 
brush, silver leaf and chinquapin, which had been .laid 
all one way by snows of 'winter, and which was rnatted 
and tangled to a degree that made it almost impenetrable. 
I had brought one of the dogs with me, and as I was 
clambering 'and crawling to get through a particularly 
dense thicket, the dog sniffed and growled. Listening 
intently, I presently ' Heard the breaking and snapping of 
brush a few rods below, in the direction of a ravine to 
which I was trying to make my way for water. The 
sounds became louder, and were steadily approaching- 
me, while the dog was bristling and growling more ear- 
nestly. I decided that my time for a more or less un- 
pleasant adventure with a bear in a bad place was at 
hand. The dog was excited, and I knew that it would 
be almost impossible to restrain him or keep him quiet 
under the circumstances. He would, without doubt, at- 
tract the attention of the bear, precipitate an attack upon 
himself, and in that event he would bring- the animal to 
me in this tangle of brush and rocks froni which there 
was no escape with any satisfactory degree of speed. 
The brush continued to crash, and the steady heavy 
tread of the animal continued in my direction with a 
persistence that implied that its curiosity was aroused. 
To my right, in a tangle of undergrowth, law a prostrate 
tree, an immense log with the top part extending down 
the, hill, but the entire trunk was overgrown with a 
tangle of vines, briars and brush. After several at- 
tempts, during which I lost and recovered my hat and 
my hunting knife, and scratched my flesh and tore my 
clothes, I at last got upon the log. The brush was 
thrashing and snapping just below me, and my dog was 
on the point of breaking forward. I got my rifle ready, 
laid down my hat, and slowly rose upright on the log and 
peered over the brush. 
At that juncture, I perceived the ugliest gun that I 
ever saw pointed directly at my eye, and only about ten 
yards distant. I next realized that there was a man 
behind this gun, and he was about the hardest looking 
case, as he cocked an eye over the gun sight that I ever 
want to collide with. 
“Don’t!” I gasped. “Not now; please don’t, mister!” 
As the gun failed to lower perceptibly, I threw up my 
hands and said, “Oh, don’t, I thought it was a bear.” 
As my hands went up the long gun sank slowly, about 
as reluctantly as anything I can think of, and the man 
finally ejaculated, “Ho, pardner!” It developed a little 
later that he was somewhat deaf, and had not heard my 
heartfelt petition. This consoled me a little. I signaled 
to him now that I wouldn’t do anything to him, and I 
clambered down to where he was. After a good deal 
of shouting on my part, I learned that he had hunted 
out from the road, and was making a side tour to con- 
nect with his party and his wagon further along. He 
was a little longer and almost as gaunt as his gun — 
an old muzzle-loading yager, with an iron ramrod. He 
looked like Daniel Boone might have looked, had he 
lived until now, without a shave or a change of clothing. 
After he had eyed me furtively, he examined my gun — ■ 
the latest Winchester model — and said it was too- ding- 
fangled for him. “This hyar ole shootin’ iron’s good 
fur ennything I kin git a bead on at a hunder’ yards. 
But I heven’t seed a thing ter shute sence I sot out. 
Hev yer got a chew of terbaker?” 
I had nothing but some smoking tobacco; but he made 
that answer, and there was half enough of it to- fill half 
of one side of the cavern that yawned to receive it. 
We went together down into the ravine, where we 
found some water, and we went around the thicket until 
we reached some open ground that sloped in the general 
direction I had decided to- take toward camp. 
We had separated but a short distance, when my dog 
started a small deer, a yearling, from somewhere in the 
thicket. The deer passed between Mr. Boone and 
myself, and after a few jumps it stopped a moment; 
then it went forward broadside to him, but away from 
me. I might easily have shot it, but I watched the man’s 
proceedings with interest. I wanted to see if this anti- 
quated combination of man and gun could get into 
action. 
The old chap put his gun to his shoulder a dozen 
tim.es, but failed to get the bead and risk his single shot. 
Seeing that the deer was about to escape, I unlimbered 
and opened fire. My chief object was to shoot clear of 
the man and make as much noise as possible. I wanted 
him to see a Winchester rifle in active operation. 
About the fourth or fifth shot, I saw the old fellow 
strike for a tree and disappear, all excepting a yard or 
two of his gun, which four or five feet of the tree failbd 
to cover. When I . had about emptied my gun I saw the 
deer drop, some one or more of the shots having taken 
effect. I went to the dead deer and shouted in vain for 
the long man with his long gun, but he had vanished. I 
wanted him to come and help dress and share the deer. 
I never saw- him again, but my grandfather told me 
afterward that he had stopped at the summit. He, told 
hjm that he had “Seed a young feller over on the moun- 
t in yonder doin’ some of the gol darndest shootin’ he 
ever heerd;'thet the bullets was whistlin’ thro’ the trees 
m han fuls, an’ thet when he sorter lef’ thar he c’d see 
nothin’ but smoke.” He had concluded this tale by say- 
mg, “I’ll bet a mule thet feller didn’t git the deer. Hit 
may be easy ter shute them ding-fangled masheens, but 
thay ain’t never goin’ to hit nothin’.” 
He had left me with a deer on my hands that I had 
no Urgent use for. I was several miles from camp, with 
a , rough and densely wooded country intervening. I 
shouldered the deer with regret that I had shot it, and 
after a weary tramp reached camp about sundown. 
Neither . Enochs, Dick nor Jack, was there, and the out- 
door part of the camp appeared to have been struck by 
a cyclone. The tent was flat on the ground, and its 
furniture, bedding and contents scattered about every- 
where. But all about me was silence, with no evidence 
to show for the disaster. • Ransacker. 
Spoftsmen and Fotestfy. 
The game law ehart and pamphlet issued by the Gov- 
ernment ,at Washington show that the sentiment in favor 
of • the 'protection of fish and game in the United States 
has at last become pretty well voiced and given effect 
in and :by the laws in relation thereto. Year by year the 
respective States of the Union are swinging into- line for 
the preservation of game and fish. It is a striking illus- 
tration’of the power of public sentiment. It is fair to 
suppose that the lovers of forest and stream have had 
much, to do with the growth of this sentiment. Why not 
now do- something for the forest and stream. Suppose 
all of the lovers of out of doors should send to the 
United States Department of Agriculture a request for 
Bulletin No. 173, “A Primer of Forestry,” 
by Gittord Pinchot, forester. It will be sent for the ask- 
ing. Gifford Pinchot, forester, is modest and calls it 
a primer; but it is an evangel. It will make a forester 
of every good man who reads it. A public sentiment as 
powerful as the combined power of the American sports- 
men would result very soon in a statutory crusade in all 
of the States looking to the preservation of the forests 
and woodlands throughout the land. It’s a good world. 
So far as I know, it’s the best one I’ve ever been to; and, 
if I only knew how, I’d like nothing better than to try to 
preserve its beauty and grandeur, its motherliness and 
fatherlmess, for those who come after me, for those who 
stay here after me. Wouldn’t you? 
George Kennedy. 
How to Start a Balfcy Horse* 
Some years ago in Cincinnati, during the noon hour 
in one of the busiest streets, a horse attached to an 
express wagon became balky. Many remedies were 
tried without effect. Presently one of Cincinnati’s best- 
known horsemen came along. When he saw the trouble 
he smilingly asked for a stone, which was given to 
him. Then he asked the driver to lift up one foot of 
the horse, and with the stone he struck the shoe a 
number of times. 
“Now,” he said to the driver, “get up on your seat 
and drive off. 
This the driver did, arnid the cheers of the bystanders 
The horseman said he had no idea why this made a 
balky horse go,_ but he had found it an unfailing remedv 
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