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In writing to Advertisers mention Forest and Stream. 
Following the Fur . 
A Typical Trapping Trip of the ’70’s 
By W. 
HOMAS OWENS ROWLAND, 
who died last year at the age of 
ninety, told the following story 
of his experiences: 
“T was born January 15th, 1834, at 
Caerlleon, near Llanfyllin, Montgom- 
eryshire, Wales. When only five years 
old I came with my parents to .imer- 
ica. I went to California with the 
gold rush in 1850. Later I joined 
Crooke’s expedition across the Bad 
Lands of Dakota, and fought the Sioux 
almost every day for months. The 
year 1872 found me at Fort Benton, 
Montana. I had heard that there was 
plenty of fur to be taken in Canada, 
near Hudson Bay, and determined to 
try my luck there. I had no definite 
idea of how far it was, but I outfitted 
to be gone a year. 
I provided a saddle horse and two 
pack mules with flour, bacon, sugar, 
coffee, tea and salt, enough to last until 
I returned. Of meat I knew I should 
find a plenty. I was armed with a 
Winchester rifle and two _ revolvers, 
both 44 caliber, plenty of ammunition, 
and steel traps. With my animals I 
turned northeastward, and_ kept 
straight ahead for nearly’ three 
months, sleeping by night under the 
stars and traveling by day. I started 
June 15th, 1872, and made fairly good 
progress, sometimes as much as forty 
miles a day; other days I did not 
travel so far, depending upon the 
weather and grass for the animals. 
The territory was mostly undulating 
prairie, covered with short grass. It 
seemed to me that I saw a million buf- 
falo. They grazed everywhere around 
me. There were many deer, antelope, 
and some elk, also a few caribou. I 
met a few Indians, but not many. I 
never saw a white man, or the trail 
of a white man, until I got tc Hudson 
Bay. I did not see a lake of any kind. 
After I had traveled nearly three 
months, I came to some highlands, al- 
most a small mountain chain. TI 
crossed a number of. streams whose 
names I do not know. I traveled up 
several but abandoned them as they 
bore to the west. 
N these highlands I located a favor- 
able place to set my trans for a big 
catch. It was a marsh on a high 
plateau. There was timber all around 
the edges, and I knew it was the home 
of the marten. I was not mistaken, 
for I made a fine catch. There were 
plenty of rabbits, and I knew there 
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Thomas Cwens Rowland 
would be fur about as the winter set 
in. Fur bearers follow the rabbits. I 
found a pretty spot in a ravine sloping 
to the southeast, where there was a 
spring, and built my shack of brush 
for my winter home. It was about 
such a shed as Abraham Lincoln was 
born in. I made a nice, level spot for 
my bed, and filled it deep with spruce 
boughs and I never slept in a better or 
sweeter bed. I made a crude chimney 
of logs and mud, and built a fire place, 
lad 
and dug out the spring so that there 
was plenty of water. 
front of my shack with poles and 
brush, leaving merely a low door to 
creep out of, over which I hung a 
buffalo skin, making things very snug 
and comfortable. 
I covered the 
OUR fat deer were killed, dressed, 
and hung before the winter season 
should set in. The deer is fat, and 
his meat is much sweeter, if killed be- 
fore the snow comes, when they have 
to subsist upon boughs, which tends to 
make the meat strong. There were 
plently of moose, but I did not care to 
kill them as I never liked moose meat. 
I built a rude shelter for the horses, 
and turned them out te pasture. I 
arrived in the camp about the middle 
of September, and it took me three or 
four weeks to get my traps set and my 
winter quarters completed. A passing 
Indian told me that I was within a 
It will identify you. 
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