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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[July 23, 1910. 
Two Clean Kills 
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HITTING vs. MISSING. 
By S. T. Hammond (“Shadow”). Cloth. Price, Jl.OO. 
Mr. Hammond enjoys among his field companions the 
repute of being an unusually good shot, and one who is 
particularly successful in that most difficult branch of 
upland shooting, the pursuit of the ruffed grouse, or 
partridge. This prompted the suggestion that he should 
write down for others an exposition of the methods by 
which his skill was acquired. The result is this original 
manual of “Hitting vs. Missing.” We term it original, 
because, as the chapters will show, the author was self- 
taught; the expedients and devices adopted and the 
forms of practice followed were his own. This then may 
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was successful in his own experience, being here set 
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stream, into Lower Saranac Lake. Here the 
country exhibits dire results of burning as in¬ 
dicated by the dense, short-lived and worthless 
small poplars and silver birches, which are al¬ 
ways the first tree growths after destructive 
forest fires. We proceeded a mile or two up 
Lower Saranac and again into Saranac River. 
Here the river is deeper and has many rami¬ 
fications. It is rather difficult to navigate be¬ 
cause of large boulders lurking everywhere con¬ 
cealed by the peculiar colored water. The chan¬ 
nel, however, is very well buoyed. The State 
lock dam is an interesting feature in this river. 
We went through the lock with one of the 
steamboats that ply between the club, Middle 
Saranac and Saranac Lake village. This was an 
interesting experience. A photograph of one 
of those remarkable steamboats, with its burden 
of serious-countenanced passengers, its sput¬ 
tering propeller half out of water, careening and 
crawling along, almost creating distance, would 
constitute a complete illustration of indolence. 
Many tent camps adorn the Saranac River and 
many flows where the dead timber stands stark 
and desolate, disfigure it. Mount Mc¬ 
Kenzie and Whiteface are visible during the en¬ 
tire journey down this stream; but the morn¬ 
ing we came., a persistent cloud hovered over 
the summit of the latter mountain, obscuring 
its scarred peak. 
From Saranac Lake village our canoe was 
shipped to Long Lake West, thence by team to 
Long Lake, while we proceeded to Lake Placid 
by rail. Placid is one of the Adirondack 
meccas for tourists. Hotel accommodations 
here are as good as one will find in the North 
Woods country. The following day we took a 
boat to the opposite side of the lake and began 
the ascent of Whiteface. This is a walking trip 
of about eight miles—four miles each way. The 
latter half of the distance is steep and for the 
last thousand feet somewhat difficult. The 
mountain is 4,872 feet high; spruce and balsam 
grow thick at its base and up its sides; its peak 
is a crescent crown of naked granite, broken 
into rugged crags, grim with time. The slide 
on the mountain face is a bare strip of rock, 
very steep, about three rods wide, extending 
down the mountain a thousand feet. This is 
visible as far as the mountain can be seen from 
the south as a narrow streak of white, which 
fact probably suggested its name. 
From Whiteface, the entire northern portion 
of New York State, bestrewn with clean kept 
farms, green clumps of trees and gray-roofed 
villages, spreads away toward the St. Lawrence 
and Lake Champlain, both of which are visible. 
This view is the most comprehensive panorama 
afforded from any mountain in the State, and 
is well worth the energy expended in its ascent. 
The chain of timbered ranges and lofty peaks 
to the southeast, and the region of silvery lakes 
to the southwest add very pleasing contrasts 
to the leveled farming country at the north, all 
of which presents a magnificent birdseye view 
over a radius of about fifty miles. 
The descent was easier. We noticed some 
new beaver work on Buck Island. The sites 
of the two burned hotels, Whiteface Inn and 
Ruisseaumont, stand sombre enough against the 
green of the surrounding forests. The Lake 
Placid Club on Mirror Lake is an ideal place 
for recreative purposes, and is one of the best 
equipped organizations of its kind. 
Wilmington Notch was next visited—a pict- 
ursque groove between the mountains cut by 
the Ausable River. The following day we made 
a pilgrimage to the historic grave of John 
Brown and his sons, where his grandfather’s 
tombstone marks the resting place of those 
courageous but misguided martyrs. The quaint 
farmhouse, plain and square, typifies the rugged 
character of the hero of Ossawatomie. The 
farm and house are maintained by the State in 
tolerably good condition. 
Our itinerary now led through the Cascade 
Valley, where a fine hotel and two magnificent 
trout lakes rest in the narrow lap between pre¬ 
cipitous mountain ranges. A stream tumbles a 
thousand feet from the side of Cascade Moun¬ 
tain into one of the little lakes. 
Having traversed the picturesque valley of 
the Ausable River, we outfitted at Keene Center 
