Aug. i6, 1913. 
FOREST AND STREAM 
209 
Famous Forest and Stream Writers whom I Have Known 
By JAMES WILLARD SCHULTZ 
Author of “My Life as an Indian,” “With the Indians in the Rockies,” “Sinopah, the Indian Boy,” etc. 
O NE of the great pleasures of my life has 
been the companionship of some famous 
Forest and Stream writers on many a 
long trip of exploration and big-game hunting 
in the Rocky Mountains. 
GEO. BIRD GRINNELL. 
Well do I remember the August day in 1882 
when Dr. George Bird Grinnell and I first met. 
It was at Fort Conrad on the Marias River, 
Montana. He had come out for a hunt with 
me, and the moment he got down from the stage 
and we shook hands, I knew. “Here,” said I 
to myself, “is no tenderfoot,” and indeed he 
was not, for he had been into the Black Hills 
with Custer in 1874, and thereafter on many a 
hunt and expedition into the wild country—the 
really truly wild Indian and buffalo country of 
the far West. 
We started out with rather a meager outfit, 
and in due time arrived at the St. Mary's Lakes, 
where we spent a pleasant month, but we really 
hardly entered the country on that trip. The 
next autumn, however, we returned to that same 
region and discovered the now noted “Grinnell 
Glacier.” On the very day that we first walked 
out on to that great sheet of ice he killed an 
immense male big-horn, and we took some of 
the meat down to camp that night. As we sat 
there by the fire, roasting the meat and talking, 
I thought that I had never seen a happier man. 
I proposed that we call the glacier after him, 
and he refused, stating that he thought that was 
too great an honor. However, Jack Monroe and 
I would not have it that way, and he finally con¬ 
sented that this title should be given it. 
Since that trip I have been on many a long 
hunt and exploring expedition into the Rockies 
with Mr. Grinnell. He is one of the most in¬ 
defatigable and daring mountain climbers I ever 
knew. It was entirely due to his insistence that 
we finally cut a trail from the head of the Upper 
St. Mary’s Lake and discovered the Blackfoot 
Glacier and the notable peaks of that country. 
On his very first trip to Montana he be¬ 
came interested in the Blackfeet Indians, and a 
few months after his return to New York man¬ 
aged to have removed from office their agent, 
who was anything but a desirable one. It was 
entirely due to him, as one of the three com¬ 
missioners appointed to make a treaty with the 
Blackfeet in 1897, that they received a million 
and a half for the eastern portion of their 
reservation. As a writer, Mr. Grinnell of course 
is widely known, he being considered as one of 
the greatest authorities upon the American In¬ 
dians and Indian affairs and lore in general. 
No one could wish for a better camp com¬ 
panion than Dr. Grinnell. He is always ready 
to do his share of the work, and never have I 
seen him in an angry mood, unless it may have 
been at some refractory, stubborn pack horse, 
but you all know how that is. 
GEO. H. GOULD. 
Geo. H. Gould, of Santa Barbara, is an¬ 
other of the charming old-time writers of Forest 
and Stream whom I have met. On several 
occasions he accompanied Mr. Grinnell and me 
into the St. Mary's country. I have always 
found him a most congenial gentleman. He is 
a student and philosopher, and one of the most 
successful lawyers in California. Many Western 
visitors to the coast probably have seen his beau¬ 
tiful residence in Monticello. 
Mr. Gould has hunted all over the country. 
He made one memorable trip into the arid coun¬ 
try of lower California, and certainly had some 
experiences there. He killed a few head of fine 
rams, but owing to scarcity of water, barely got 
back alive to the coast. 
WILLIAM JACKSON (SIK-SI-KAI-KWAN). 
I come now to William Jackson, or as we 
all love to call him, Sik-si-kai-kwan, meaning 
“the Blackfoot man,.” Jackson was not a fre¬ 
quent contributor to Forest and Stream, but 
what he did write was certainly well worth 
J. W. SCHULTZ. 
while. Jackson was the grandson of Hugh 
Monroe, born in 1798, died in 1896. Monroe was 
the first white man to traverse the country lying 
between the headwaters of the Saskatchewan 
and Missouri rivers. This was in 1816. It was 
from this noted ancestor probably that the grand¬ 
son got his fighting qualities. 
Jackson enlisted as a scout in the U. S. Army 
in 1872 at Fort Abraham Lincoln, Dakota. He 
was with Custer on his Black Hills expedition, 
and on that fateful June day in 1876 was with 
Reno when Custer and all his men went down. 
A great chum of Jackson was Charley Reynolds 
who also fell that day. He was in many of the 
Cheyenne battles and also with other tribes, and 
was noted for his great bravery. 
He and I met and became great chums in 
the buffalo days, and so remained until his 
lamented death in 1902. He w r as only sixteen 
years old when he joined the Army. Jackson 
was one of the most kindly, courteous men that 
ever lived, and was a great story teller. Grin¬ 
nell and Hough have both listened to his tales 
around the camp-fire and will agree with me in 
this. 
Jackson and his grandfather, Hugh Monroe, 
or as we dearly loved so call him, Rising Wolf, 
both lie buried under the shadow of the. Two 
Medicine Rockies that they loved so well. Each 
of them has a wonderful peak in that country 
named after him. 
EMERSON HOUGH. 
Emerson Hough, the noted author, was an¬ 
other writer for Forest and Stream in the old 
days. All the old readers will remember his 
brilliant stories. 
Hough and I have also hunted on several 
trips in the Rocky Mountains. He always chose, 
however, to come out in the dead of winter when 
the snow was something like ten feet deep, and 
we had some strenuous times. He hunted of 
course on snowshoes, and on his first trip with 
me we lived in an Indian lodge. On the very 
first day of that trip (we were in the Two Medi¬ 
cine country) he killed an enormous ram and 
enabled us all to have real meat for supper that 
night. Upon our next trip, this time on the 
summit of the Rocky Mountains, we tried a new 
and unique experience which had ever been his 
pet project. We took a small tent, a folding 
portable stove, and only one blanket to the man, 
although the thermometer was often thirty and 
forty degrees below zero. We never slept cold, 
because the bottomless stove kept hot the large 
slabs of rock upon which it rested, and after 
the fire went out this rock kept the tent warm 
until morning. Hough saw his first goat on that 
trip; killed three of them without a miss and 
tersely said, “I have got enough; come on, let’s 
pull our freight.” 
Emerson is a delightful camp companion, 
always in good humor and a great enthusiast. 
I have known him to go out and chop wood 
when it was not needed just to be doing some¬ 
thing. He is a strenuous man. 
As a story teller he has few equals. I re¬ 
member a night in our lodge on the Two 
Medicine. Hanging over the fire on a tripod 
were the whole fore quarters of a fat moun¬ 
tain sheep. They had been hanging in that 
position most of the afternoon, swinging and 
swinging, and slowly and thoroughly cooking. 
At dark we all drew our hunting knives and 
began eating the rich meat, and kept on eating 
until midnight, and during that time helped en¬ 
tertain us with his long and varied experiences 
in Kansas, and many a time he actually made us 
laugh so that we cried. 
Since those old times Emerson Hough has 
hunted over practically the wide world, and 
killed about every species of game afoot, but I 
bet he has not forgotten our camps on the Two 
Medicine on the summit of the Rocky Mountains 
west of it. 
The Canadian government has supplied 
twenty-five million tree seedlings to farmers, 
principally in the Alberta and Regina plains 
region The United States does not supply 
young trees to the public, except in a limited 
area in Nebraska, under the terms of the Kin- 
kaid Act. 
