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FORES T 
AND S T R E A 
May, 1919 
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WOOLWORTH BUILDING 
NEW YORK 
; AN OLD FRIEND 
By HENRY BANNON 
I N a little book shop I discovered in 
an alcove marked Sport and Adven- 
ture a quaintly illustrated old book 
which, though new to me, seems like an 
old friend. The title page bore the in- 
scription “The History of One Day out 
of Seventeen Thousand” by Judge Nut- 
ting (Oswego, N. Y., 1889) and a glance 
showed it to be a reminiscence, evident- 
ly written by a man about fifty years of 
age, of his first day in the field, hunt- 
ing with his father. The book contains 
but fifty-three pages and a cursory look- 
ing over gave evidence that it was writ- 
ten by one of unusual attainments who 
had a message to tell. The charm of 
the simple story and its message created 
the desire to know something of the old 
time sportsman who wrote it. 
An investigation developed that the 
author w'as Judge Newi;on W. Nutting, 
a prominent citizen of northern New 
York who lived from 1840 to 1889, dur- 
I ing this brief time serving his state with 
distinction as District Attorney, County 
I Judge and as a Representative in Con- 
gress. During the days of his last ill- 
ness, which were many. Judge Nutting 
wrote this little record of his first hunt- 
ing adventures, probably to obtain re- 
lief for a weary mind or because of the 
old adage that the ruling passion is 
strong in death, for it is evident that 
' his love of nature amounted to a pas- 
sion. The book contains many incidents 
: of the day when he first carried a gun 
and delightful memories of his mother 
and father. It well illustrates the great 
influence for good that a father obtains 
over his boy when he makes him his 
hunting companion for no other sports 
give such opportunities for something in 
common between man and boy as hunt- 
I ing and fishing. 
Judge Nutting thus describes in some 
I detail the old pill-lock shot gun in com- 
mon use when he was a boy: 
“The old ‘Pill-lock’ was the most 
striking and curious thing about this 
gun. The cylinder that went into the 
barrel at the breach, was like that of 
any muzzle loading gun, except, per- 
haps, it was a trifle larger. 
In the place of the nipple, which, in 
a cap lock, receives the percussion cap, 
there was a hole in the top of the cyl- 
inder. 
The lock and hammer were like those 
in an ordinary gun, except that the ham- 
mer was pointed at the end, and the 
point fitted into the hole in the cylinder. 
The fire percussion was in the shape 
of a pill, about the size of the small, 
round sugar pills, used by doctors to cure 
sick people, and these pills were black, 
and were kept and carried in a goose 
quill. When the gun was loaded, we were 
careful to see that the powder, which had 
been put in the gun, came in sight in 
the hole in the cylinder, and then we 
took one of the little black pills from 
the goose quill, and put it in the hole 
so that it would rest on the bottom, 
where the point of the hammer would 
strike it, and create the fire that reached 
the powder in the gun, and explode the 
