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FOREST AND STREAM 
CHARLES HALLOCK, 83 YEARS OLD 
FAMOUS NATURALIST AUTHOR, BEST KNOWN 
PERHAPS AS FOUNDER OF FOREST AND STREAM 
C HARLES HALLOCK, who more than 
any other American has done things 
to bring comfort and pleasure to 
sportsmen, was 83 years old on the 13th 
of last March. It is a long life, marked 
by not a few worthy deeds. 
Of these the most important was the 
establishment of Forest and Stream, in 
which has been provided a medium of 
communication between the men who use 
the rod and gun and delight in sports 
afield. At the time, the idea of such a 
periodical was wholly novel, and the put¬ 
ting it in practice was a stroke of genius. 
To Charles Hallock belongs the credit not 
only for the thought, but also for the 
methods by which he succeeded in inter¬ 
esting in the new periodical not solely 
Charles Hallock, at the Age of 34 
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sportsmen, but a large number of nature 
lovers, among whom were some of the 
most eminent biologists of the time. Of 
these scientific men—then eminent—none 
to-day survives. 
From the time he started it, Hallock’s 
work in Forest and Stream has grown and 
spread. In 1880 he resigned the task to 
others, but the Forest and Stream idea 
and Hallock’s methods of bringing the 
paper—editors, contributors and subscrib¬ 
ers—into close personal touch has always 
continued. To-day the combined results 
show themselves in its rugged Old Guard, 
and in the enthusiastic additions to the 
ranks of that Old Guard, whose numbers 
continue to increase. 
Charles Hallock is the author and com¬ 
piler of many books, two of which, “The 
Fishing Tourist,” published before Forest 
and Stream was founded, and “The Sports¬ 
man’s Gazetteer,” a few years after its 
establishment, were and are the best 
known. 
He has a unique range of acquaintance 
with places and men. Always a rover, he 
has explored regions at the time unknown, 
and discovered in them materials for many 
fascinating sketches of travel—countries 
which he has lived to see subdued and 
populated; the sites of more than one of 
his wilderness camps are to-day thriving 
cities. He knows men of all grades and 
stations, and in the columns of Forest and 
Stream has brought them to know and un- 
W HEN Rex Beach, who wrote “The 
Barrier” and some other things, 
was in Seattle recently, back from 
hunting big game, he wrote this about one 
of his experiences to a friend: 
“1 wish I could write you fully of the 
trip I have had. It was wonderful; the 
grandest of scenery, the finest of sport, 
considerable hardship—and some danger. 
I brought back some great trophies, and 
among them the skin of a huge brown 
bear that I killed as he came for me. It 
was a standup fight on open ground, and 
the most magnificent battle I ever partici¬ 
pated in. 
“We had been unsuccessful in finding 
brown bear, although black ones were very 
common. The black fellows will run from 
men, and although they are big game, I 
wanted to meet the other variety, which 
are meat-eaters and man-hunters. This 
day we had been high up in the peaks, 
scaling glaciers and skirting cliffs in a 
hunt for big horns, and late in the after¬ 
noon discovered a band on the mountains 
opposite and across the valley. Although 
it was late in the day, we made our way 
down the mountain, determined to go for 
them if it meant an all night search. The 
mountains in that country are very difficult 
to climb and almost inaccessible, so nearly 
so that a strong man is about all in when 
he gets up one. However, we started 
down to cross the gulch and come up on 
the other side. 
U A BOUT half way down we saw a 
small object moving along the 
slope below us, and putting the 
glasses on it found to our joy that it was 
a great brown bear. They are a species 
of grizzly, only attaining a much greater 
size and wickedness. Immediately all 
thoughts of mountain sheep fled, and we 
began to map out a route by which we 
might reach Mr. Bear. 
“We were about two miles above tim¬ 
ber-line, and the bear about a mile below 
us on the open grassy hillside, but by 
making a wide detour along the canyon 
we reached a little gulch which brought 
us on a ridge directly above him. I’ll never 
forget that approach, for we crept over 
places that a fly would have to spit on 
his hands to tackle, and climbed precipices 
so steep that they leaned backward. When 
we reached the place where we had seen 
our quarry he was nowhere in sight, and 
derstand one another, and out of their 
varied experiences to contribute something 
for the entertainment and instruction of 
all. 
Charles Hallock now lives in Washing¬ 
ton and still enjoys a fair measure of 
health and strength. Those who knew him 
in the earlier years of the old Forest and 
Stream retain an enormous respect for the 
terse, forceful English that hq used to 
write, and a warm regard for his many 
charming qualities. 
when we couldn’t see him after a careful 
and noiseless reconnoissance I burst into 
profanity so bitter that the wet grass 
seemed to sizzle and the hard rocks to 
glow. 
“Creeping out further, we searched the 
little gully beneath us, and were about to 
descend boldly and disgustedly, when right 
at our feet within a few yards we saw 
him. 
“He had been digging at a marmot hole 
among a patch of deep grass, and seeing 
us had paused ‘for to observe and for to 
see’ who had the nerve to butt in on him. 
His shaggy brown hair blended well with 
the grass-tops and we had been looking 
clear past and over him. I threw up my 
Winchester and tore loose, whereupon 
things began to happen faster than a run¬ 
away. At the first shot he roared and 
rushed out of hiding, up toward us. He 
presented the most wonderful and mag¬ 
nificent sight I have ever seen. Every hair 
on his coat was a bristle, he had his mouth 
open and a bunch of teeth bared which 
would dim any tooth powder ad. 
ui NEVER have seen anything which 
J[ struck me as the absolute imperso¬ 
nation of incarnate rage ’til I looked 
down into the thorax of that animal—and I 
stood so close to him that I could see every 
Rex Beach. Author-Sportsman 
FACE TO FACE WITH A BEAR 
REX BEACH MEETS ONE ON THOSE TERMS 
AND SUCCEEDS IN TURNING HIM OVER 
By W. G. BEECROFT 
