January 3, 1914. 
FOREST AND STREAM 
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do it so bountifully that most of her effort was 
wasted. I was just entering a narrow strip of 
young oaks that lay along a ribbon of dry 
meadow, with a sluggish brown brook on one 
side and a pine grove on the other, when simul¬ 
taneously in three separate trees I saw three 
separate squirrels, evidently much alarmd at my 
approach and bent on making what Bill Nye 
called an improvement in their escape. 
With three squirrels in sight, one going west, 
another south, and a third south by east, a single 
hunter cannot sit down and figure out which 
one he shall pursue first. I chose the right-hand 
squirrel, though it was farthest away, for the 
other two were between me and the meadow, 
and I thought that they might be easily found 
after I had bagged their companion. In this, 
however, I was mistaken. While I was engaged 
elsewhere, they must have doubled back and hid¬ 
den thmselves in the heavy pine timber, for I 
never saw them again. 
Keeping my eye on the squirrel I was after, 
I ran in a half-circle to cut it off from the larger 
trees toward which it was making. But the 
gray reached there first, and while I was still too 
far away for a shot, I saw it run along a dead 
limb half-way up a giant pine, scurry up the 
trunk to the shaggy top, and hide itself among 
the thick branches. 
How I wished then for a shotgun! A charge 
of No. 6 shot rattling through a tree-top is a 
much more stirring summons to a squirrel than 
a single bullet, fired without particular aim. 
Bullets thus fired may kill a man occasionally 
by accident, but they never kill any game. So, 
although I managed to clip off some dead twigs 
close to where I thought the squirrel lay, “there 
was nothing doing,” and having no ammunition to 
waste in bootless target practice, I presently de¬ 
sisted. 
At last, however, by standing- at a distance, 
I was able to make out the tip of a gray tail, 
and at this I fired. It was a long shot, but at 
the third attempt I had the satisfaction of seeing 
the tail jerked suddenly from sight, and the next 
instant the squirrel ran nimbly along a large limb 
and sprang for another tree, giving me a fine 
flying shot. It is not always that I can hit a 
squirrel on the wing, but I did hit this one fairly 
in the stomach as it took the leap, and down it 
came from its dizzy height with a smart thud 
on the fallen leaves—a sound to gladden the 
heart of any squirrel hunter. 
I next tried to locate the other squirrels, 
and tramped back and forth through the strip of 
oaks and the contiguous woodland until the fail¬ 
ing light made further search useless. I then 
set my face homeward through the dusky woods, 
dark already beneath the pines, lighter where the 
more open hardwood growth let one catch wide 
glimpses of paling sky. The Autumn scents— 
damp and cold in the hollows as I dipped into 
them from the higher pine lands—rose from the 
soaked leaves beneath my feet, and it needed 
but the hoot of the owl in the cedar swamp off to 
my right to give to time and place a fitting finish. 
As I climbed over the bars at the rear of the 
farmhouse where I was staying the warm reek 
from the cow shed smote my nostrils, and the 
sound of milk streaming into foaming pails came 
gratefully to the ear after a long day in the 
woods. 
It had been very pleasant to be alone—to 
interpret and appreciate Nature under the in¬ 
spiration of a sporting interest. It was pleasant 
now to be in the familiar atmosphere of human 
associations, and as I walked up the path leading 
to the back door—following up, as it were, the 
warm scent of supper—I realized how much of 
the pleasure of hunting all day lies in getting 
back home in the evening. 
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Kipp, Indian Fighter, Dead 
Joe Kipp, the most conspicuous figure in 
northern Montana among those surviving the old 
plains and Indian fighting days, is dead at Brown¬ 
ing, Mont., aged 66 years. 
Kipp was born at Fort Berthold, N. D., in 
January, 1847. He was the son of Colonel 
James Kipp, who was associated with Pierre 
Chouteau in the fur trading business from St. 
Louis to Fort Benton. 
At the age of 16 young Kipp was placed in 
charge of the Jesuit priests, Fathers DeSmet, 
Imodha and Ravalli, and went with them in their 
journeys to the missions at Fort Shaw, Family 
and St. Ignatius. Later the Jesuits sent him to 
an academy at St. Joseph, Mo., where he received 
a rudimentary education. 
He returned to northern Montana and en¬ 
gaged in the fur trading business at Fort Benton 
and later at Fort Conrad on -the Marias. While 
in this business he assisted many of the noted 
Indian fighters, such as Miles, Cook and McGin¬ 
nis, in locating hostile Indian camps. He was an 
efficient scout and had the confidence of the 
soldiers. 
In 1890 he opened stores at Blackfoot and 
Browning and also embarked in the stock busi¬ 
ness. Two years ago he was a guest of the Out¬ 
ing Club in New York, and while there formed 
the acquaintanceship of RposevelL—vsdjo took a 
great liking to him, as Jiq'bad-; aTTleaifitvHj/knd was 
a ready story tellen^Tq> ’ 
\ JAM S 1914 
