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knowing how many might be concealed in the 
bushes he made his way toward the perioque, 
calling out to Cruzatte to retreat, as there were 
Indians in the willows. 
“As soon as he reached the perioque he or¬ 
dered the men to arms, and mentioning that he 
was wounded, though he hoped not mortally, by 
the Indians, bade them follow him to relieve 
Cruzatte. They instantly followed for a hun¬ 
dred paces, when his wound became so painful 
and his thigh stiffened in such a manner that 
he could go no further. He therefore ordered 
the men to proceed, and if overpowered by num¬ 
bers retreat toward the boats, keeping up a fire; 
then limping back to the perioque he prepared 
himself with his rifle, a pistol and the airgun to 
sell his life dearly In case the men should be 
overcome. In this state of anxiety and suspense 
he remained for about twenty minutes, when the 
party returned with Cruzatte and reported that 
no Indians could be seen in*the neighborhood. 
Cruzatte was now much alarmed, and declared 
that he had shot an elk after Captain Lewis left 
him, but disclaimed every idea of having inten¬ 
tionally wounded his officer. There was no 
doubt but that he was the person who gave the 
wound, yet as it seemed to be perfectly acciden¬ 
tal and Cruzatte had always conducted himself 
with propriety, no notice was taken of it. The 
wound was now dressed and patent lint put into 
the holes, but though it bled considerably, yet 
as the ball had touched neither a bone nor an 
artery, we hope that it may not prove fatal.” 
As we all know, it did not prove fatal, and the 
two heroic adventurers reached home and re¬ 
ceived the credit for their great achievement. 
A great many years ago I set out from camp 
for a day’s hunt. The locality was Brown’s Hole, 
in the Rocky Mountains, a region as wild at that 
time as it had been thirty or forty years before 
when it was the rendezvous for the old-time 
trappers. Game was plenty, but my friend and 
I, both of us boys, knew very little about hunt¬ 
ing. We were long on enthusiasm, but short on 
experience. 
Before we had gone very far I saw on the 
other side of Green River a white wild goose, 
the first I had ever seen. I started off alone to 
stalk the goose and got a fair shot at it. killed 
it and forded the river to get it. While doing 
this I came very near losing my life in the quick¬ 
sands—but that has nothing to do with this story. 
My companion contentedly went on to hunt by 
himself. 
While riding down the river he followed a 
game trail which led through a patch of dense 
willows in the bottom, and as he was happily 
trotting along on his buckskin mule, he met face 
to face what appeared to him a gigantic grizzly 
bear. He had no time for investigation, for his 
mule, unable to turn about in the narrow trail, 
threw itself into the willows, and by a series of 
frantic plunges broke its way through to the 
open ground where at length it was stopped. 
My friend managed to cling to the mule and to 
his gun through this charge, but left a consider¬ 
able portion of his clothing on the brush. No 
one knows what became of the bear. Probably 
it ran away much faster than the mule. 
After man and mule had caught their breath 
and somewhat calmed down, they went on. Later 
m the day two big-horns were seen on the moun¬ 
tainside, and my friend, tying his mule in some 
brush, set out to stalk them. He had a long and 
more or less exciting climb, but did not see the 
sheep again. Starting back to find his riding 
animal, he was astonished and delighted to come 
upon a splendid elk standing in the brush. He 
had never shot an elk and his excitement may 
be imagined. The animal was more or less ob¬ 
scured by the stems and branches of trees, and 
my friend had to spend a little time working 
about to get an open and a deadly shot. He was 
just about to pull the trigger when the elk made 
a step or two and changed its position, and my 
CAPTAIN MERIWETHER LEWIS. 
friend saw that it bore a saddle on its back. He 
therefore reserved his fire, mounted his mule and 
returned to camp, where later he recounted his* 
adventures. Orange. 
Game in the East. 
Boston, Mass., Oct. 15 .—Editor Forest and 
Stream: Not a few Massachusetts sportsmen 
have been enjoying the late trout and landlocked 
salmon fishing in Maine and stopping over long 
enough to take part in the October deer hunt¬ 
ing. In fishing they have not been disappointed, 
but the hunting has not been good, although it 
is reported that not less than 270 deer have been 
shipped from the State through Bangor. The 
majority of our big-game hunters, who go to 
Maine, have waited for the opening of the moose 
season, Oct. 15. Preparatory to the rush of big- 
game hunters night trains are now running into 
Portland from New York and thence into the 
heart of the wilderness. The license fee of $15 
instead of proving a bar to the hunters seems 
to be an incentive, the returns to the office of 
the fish and game commission indicating that 
the higher the fee the more eager are the hunters 
to pay it. 
During the first week or two of the moose 
season the natives do the most of the killing, 
for the reason that they have been on the ground 
and taking observations of the movements of the 
game, and they really care more for the meat 
than for wide-spreading antlers. No cow or calf 
moose may be killed and the out-of-State hunter 
in order to take his game home must pay $5 
extra for a transportation tag. 
In New Brunswick the moose season opened 
Sept. 15 and on the 28th of that month Parker 
Waite, . of Lewiston, returned from Sunbury 
county with one of the biggest moose ever killed 
in that region. It weighed 1,100 pounds dressed 
and his antlers had a spread of 53*4 inches. Mr. 
Waite reports game very plentiful and says he 
took his pick of four big bulls when he fired 
He describes that region as a paradise for big- 
game hunters. One trapper got twenty-three 
bears in two months. 
James R. Reed, an ex-president of the Massa¬ 
chusetts Fish and Game Protective Association, 
has been for three weeks in his Nova Scotia 
camp and his friends are looking forward with 
pleasant anticipation to the time of his return, 
about the middle of next month. He is apt to 
remember those of his friends who are known 
to have a fondness for wild meat. 
Reports indicate that more Bay State 'gunners 
are taking out licenses for hunting this year 
than last. The Natick town clerk has issued a 
hundred already. This tallies with reports from 
a number of other places, and it may be due in 
part to the fact that it is believed that there 
are. many more birds in our covers this year 
than there have been for several seasons. 
Hunters in the eastern part of the State are 
laying plans for getting the one deer allowed 
this fall in the western counties. Of late years 
many Massachusetts gunners have made trips 
into New Hampshire for partridges and wood¬ 
cock, and many from the towns bordering on 
Vermont take out a license there. The reports 
from Coast gunners are more favorable than 
usual. 
Our harbor and land commissioners will give 
a public hearing at the State House Oct. 19 to 
“all persons interested in the condition and pos¬ 
sible utility of Benson’s Pond in the town of 
Middleborough with a view to its sale or use 
for commercial use.” This is one of the great 
ponds in control of the State. Dr. Field has in¬ 
formed me that the commission is on record as 
opposed to its sale. Henry H. Kimball. 
Cow Moose in Unusual Haunts. 
A lone cow moose far away from the usual 
haunts of the big game animal has for some 
time frequented the Cobbosseecontee Lake 
region of Maine. Deer are occasionally seen 
in that part of the State, which is in Kennebec 
county, about half a dozen miles west from Hal¬ 
lowed, Gardiner and Augusta. 
Cow moose are perpetually protected and not 
being legal game they have increased in recent 
years far in excess of the bulls. When not 
molested they become very tame and will walk 
into a farm yard just to mingle with the cows 
or join them in the pastures where the moose 
seeks out any delectable browse that trees or 
shrubs may happen to offer.—Kennebec Journal. 
