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FOREST AND STREAM. 

Of the trip to the Teton River, to the Sun 
River, to the Dearborn and up that stream to 
the Cadotte Pass I have heard no word; of the 
crossing of these streams at this season, of the 
trip over the main range, down the Blackfoot 
River, all trace is probably forever lost. 
Through Indian sources I afterward learned 
that on the way over by some accident one bull 
became disabled and died. Sam arrived safely 
in the Flathead without further accident to the 
other buffalo. I also afterward 
through Indian sources, that immediately upon 
his arrival upon the reservation he was arrested 
and severely flogged, by order of the soldier 
band of his own tribe of Indians. As I under- 
stand the story, Sam had no time or opportun- 
ity to meet the fathers and tender his peace 
offering. 
In course of time I heard of Sam’s death, 
not in battle as a warrior, but passing away 
peacefully in his lodge or cabin. His wife fol- 
lowed him some time after. 
Lynx and Wildcat. 
15.—Editor 
interested 
Canada lynx and 
Manly Hardy. What 
and 
ad- 
wild- 
Forest 
in the 
York, June 
Stream: Iam _ greatly 
mirable article on the 
cat from the pen of Mr. 
Mr. Hardy writes is always interesting. He 
gives us facts drawn from his own observa- 
tions, or those of people whom he knows well 
enough to trust. 
Few people have had so 
with lynxes as Mr. Hardy, for lynx and wild- 
cat alike are shy ‘and watchful animals, and 
unless greatly pressed by hunger, or young and 
inexperienced animals, are quite sure to avoid 
showing themselves to man. -I have spent 
many seasons in the. wilds, but have seen these 
animals very few times, and | fancy that most 
men’s experience with them has not been very 
great. 
It must have been ‘twenty years ago that I 
saw a lynx, which presumably had never be- 
fore seen>man or dog, and which displayed 
before dogs and a gun an unconcern that greatly 
me. 
It was late in the fall, and we were camped 
in a lonely spot in the Rocky Mountains on 
the shore of a great lake. Six or eight inches 
of light snow covered the ground, and _ this 
kept us pretty close to camp; while we waited, 
hoping that some warm days would come and 
the snow would disappear, so that we might 
continue our hunting. We had been reasonably 
successful with the game that we were after, 
and on an aspen tree close to the tent hung sev- 
eral hams of goat ‘meat. It was full moon and 
this moon shining on the snow made the light 
almost as bright as day, as the saying is. 
About 2 o’clock one night I was awakened by 
hearing something fall to the ground, and im- 
mediately after the sound of galloping feet 
close to the camp. Half asleep, I fancied that 
one of the horses had come close to the tent 
and perhaps had knocked down the ax or had 
pushed over a pile of pack saddles, and then be- 
NEw 
much experience 
coming frightened, had galloped off. Two 
little dogs, however, which were asleep in the 
snow, began to bark and the sound of the 
galloping stopped almost at once. I got up to 
look out the door, and one of my companions 
did the same. As he looked out he said, “Why, 
something has carried off a ham of meat from 
the tree,” and a moment later added. “There i 
is in the brush now.”’ Certainly there. was seen 
in the thin underbrush twenty-five or thirty 
yards from the tent door a dark animal that 
was evidently eating, for we could hear it tear- 
ing at the flesh that it had taken. About this 
| dark object the little dogs were dancing. bark- 
ing furiously. We cheered them on, and at 
length they mustered yp courage to rush at the 
animal, which sprang to meet them and seemed 
to come down on the back of the largest dog. 
This proceeding entirely discouraged the dogs, 
which were wholly without training, and both 
dogs ran away and disappeared behind the tent. 
My companion reached into the tent for his 
rifle and fired three or four shots at the animal, 
and at the last one it again sprang into the 
air, and turning, disappeared in the thicker 

learned, ' 
underbrush. - My companion walked out to 
where the creature had been, recovered the 
meat, brought it back and hung it up in the tree, 
and we went to bed again. Nobody knew what 
the animal was, but from its motions it seemed 
pretty clear that it was a cat of some kind; 
perhaps a small mountain lion or a large Can- 
ada lynx. 
The next morning while we 
breakfast my companion went out where the 
meat had been and returned with a little tuft 
of hair, gray mixed with rufous, which had 
been knocked away by a rifle ball, and which 
evidently belonged to a lynx or a wildcat. The 
small size of the depression in the snow where 
the animal had crouched and the lack of any 
mark of a.tail showed that the animal was not 
a mountain lion. After breakfast my friend and 
I took our rifles and set out on the track to 
see where the creature had gone. The trail 
was readily followed and the tracks clearly 
showed a Canada lynx. After it had left the 
meat, it had gone only about thirty steps and 
then had stopped and lain down in the snow, 
and in this bed was a drop or two of blood. It 
seemed clear that it had not been much 
frightened by the noise of the night before, and 
it was quite possible that we might overtake it 
anywhere. 
We followed the trail very carefully 
the thick brush, making as little noise as pos- 
sible, and stopping every few steps to look. 
We had gone nearly 100 yards when the trail 
turned suddenly to the right, and my friend 
who was ahead stopped and motioned with his 
hand. I stooped lower, and looking under his 
arms, saw the animal not twenty yards distant. 
It was lying in the sun at the foot of and be- 
hind the great spruce tree and only its hips 
were visible. The underbrush was thick, but to 
my left there was a little opening through which 
I cautiously worked my way for several yards 
under the low spreading branches of a willow. 
This exposed the animal’s side to the shoulder, 
and I shot it as close to the tree as possible. 
At the report the animal sprang into view and 
were cooking 
through 
stretched itself out on the snow, dead. ‘It 
proved to be a large Canada lynx, and as it 
lay there, its thick legs terminating in huge 
paws, armed with long claws, gave it a much 
more ferocious ‘appearancg than it was really 
entitled to. ; 
An examination of the beast showed that one 
of the shots of the night before had grazed a 
foreleg, not penetrating the flesh, but knock- 
ing up a little flap of skin; whence the blood 
that had been found in the bed. 
Here was an animal: that had sat around ap- 
parently perfectly unconcerned while the dogs 
were being set upon it and a number of shots 
were fired at it from a fifle. In other words, 
from our point of view. it had displayed 
courage little short of heroic. No grizzly bear 
and perhaps no lion would have remained un- 
disturbed under such circumstances. But did 
this mean that this lynx had courage? I do 
not think so. The hungry beast had come 
‘down from the mountains, found food, and then 
had been attacked by two small animals which 
‘it no doubt supposed were trying to take that 
food from, it. Subsequently there had been a 
series of thunderings, the last one of which had 
hurt, and so the lynx retreated. It seemed 
plain to me that it had never seen a man or a 
dog or heard a gun before. These were things 
entirely out of the range of its experience, and 
it only learned that some of the things. were 
dangerous when the rifle ball touched its fore- 
leg. 
Occasionally one gets a glimpse of a lynx 
at a distance, or perhaps, coming suddenly 
around a point of brush, may see one just as 
it flashes into the bushes; but even this is un- 
usual. ; 
A few years ago, however, I happened to see 
one of these animals while it was hunting. It 
was a long way off, and although. I watched 
the beast for several minutes through the 
glasses, I do not now feel certain that it was a 
Canada lynx, though I believe so. I was riding 
through the Yellowstone Park with Major John 
Pitcher, and we were going down the Yellow- 
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lynx was seen. Ot course we were both busy 
watching the different birds and animals that 
were visible, and Major Pitcher who, through 
his glass, had been studying some mallard 
ducks that Were swimming up the river almost 
under the further bank, suddenly called out to 
the driver to stop, and aiter a moment pointed 
out the wildeat concealed among the grass 
and weeds close to the river bank, and evi- 
dently waiting for these mallard ducks to swim 
within springing distance. Even with the 
glasses it was difficult to make out the outlines 
of the animal's form, but the black tip of its 
tail was constantly moving up and down, so 
that the creature’s location was  revealedto 
us—by this. We waited and watched anxiously, 
wondering what would happen, but presently 
from some cause or other the ducks, which had 
been swimming close under the bank, turned 
out up toward the middle of the river, and a 
moment later the cat rose to its feet, stalked 
out among the sage brush and was seen no 
more. The observation was one of very great 
interest. 
Among your readers must be many men 
each of whom has made some little observation 
about the habits of lynx and wildcat, and I 
wish with all my heart that they could be per- 
suaded to write these down and send them in 
to you. Yo. 
Winning the Heart of a Red-Eyed Vireo. 
of three summers I have watched 
“Crowlands,’ in Chocorua, New 
Prof. Wm. T. Foster, of Bow- 
doin College, in the Maine Ornithological So- 
ciety's Journal. This was the summer home of 
Frank Bolles, the author of many nature books. 
In the old orchard, on the shore of Lake Cho- 
corua, and at the foot of the mountain, he had 
used every means of attracting birds. There 
were nests in almost every tree. It was to him, 
ind to those who succeeded him in that secluded 
spot, a great joy to try to win the hearts of the 
birds. 
One summer a red-eyed vireo built her nest 
in a great, old apple tree near my window. I 
decided to win the confidence of this little bird, 
the shyest of all in the orchard. I had made 
up my mind that the ordinary method of ap- 
proaching birds, under cover of a green or brown 
gauze, would not do. The approach of such a 
clumsy object as a person is sure to be under 
a cover, will frighten any bird less timid and in- 
quisitive than a chickadee. Certainly, such ob- 
jects are not familiar in the woodlands. 
_My first approach to the nest, where the mother 
bird sat, was under cover of a birch tree about 
For parts 
the birds: at 
Hampshire, says 
seven feet high, which F carried in my hands. 
At the ends of the branches next to the nest 
were tempting worms and ants. The familiar 
tree did not frighten the bird, and she devoured 
the feast. Each day, before I approached, I cut 
off about a foot’of the tree and some of tlie 
foliage. At the end of week, the vireo and 
her mate were accepting good things from the 
end of a twig about a foot long. At the end 
of ten days she was eating from my hand, while 
the male bird was perched on a branch six inches 
away. Irom that time on, they apparently had 
no fear, and it was fun to help the mother bird 
to teach the fledglings to fly. Though I have 
never seen this method of winning the hearts of 
birds described in any of the journals, it is the 
most successful. method I have tried. 
July. 
Great loads of hay go laboring past my door. 
The grain is ripening in the field below; 
Along the brook the dainty meadow-rue 
Lifts a white crown. 
A kingbird dashes by; 
Red raspberries in the 
July. 
bushes glow— 
’Tis ripe 
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