


650 
FOREST AND STREAM; 




[Oct. 26, 19¢ 


All the I ever- 
lastingly hate to see fellows come here and load 
themselves down with birds they don’t need. 
I’m a market shooter and guide. I don’t pre- 
tend to call myself a sport——hold on, here’s 
another bunch of birds coming.” 
By the time the birds had ceased to fly, Gelert 
had toled four flocks within range of the blind. 
I had six birds to my credit and Patrick had 
When we had eaten our lunch Patrick 
that the birds would keep far better 
in his cellar than they would in the camp, and 
1@ proposed to send word to Pinkham to come 
to the landing for them. “You understand writ- 
ing better than I do; just write on this bit of 
aper that we want the boat at the landing about 
2 o'clock, and say for Pinkham to bring a bottle 
of gin with him. I like your whiskey all right, 
it I’m more used to gin.” I wrote the note 
as directed. Patrick produced a little leather 
bag with a strap on it, fastened it on Gelert’s 
collar and ordered him to “Git for home.” Two 
or three hours later we went down to the land- 
ing, carrying our game. Pinkham had just ar- 
rived there. 
forty cents cash to me. same, 
twelve. 

remarked 

so far. 
to-day and 
lawyer said he wouldn't 
give any unless he paid ten dollars 
first,’ said the urchin in reply to Patrick’s in- 
quiry for the news of the day. 
constable 
Lunenburg 
“There’s no word of any 
Pius came back from 
Pegram told me the 
him law 
3 
“Lou got pizened 
over to Lunenburg. She’s the sickest dog you 
ever seen. She ain’t eaten a bite or drunk a 
sup these two days. Pius feels real bad about 
her, and this morning he sent Pegram over to 
find out who the fellow was who cured Gelert. 
Mother said she didn’t know, but she’d send 
out and ask you. He thought maybe this man 
could do something for her. I tell you she’s a 
mighty sick little dog. She just lies there drew- 
ling at the mouth, and now and then she gets 
up and tries to drink, but can’t. She claws at 

her mouth all the time, but she hasn’t got any 
bone in it, for Pius looked, and couldn’t see any.” 
Patrick his head and turned to 
“Ain’t it a shame that such a dog as Lou should 
belong to 
scratched me. 
such a fellow as Pius. Maybe there’s 
better bitch in Canada, and maybe there isn’t. 
Before me and Pius had the little falling out we 
were thinking of raising pups between her and 
Gelert. It 

seems a shame to let Lou die just 
because Pius and me had the falling out over 
the pile of rock weed.” 
An hour later we were rowing up the harbor 
toward the domicile of Pius O’Learey. Patrick 
stopped the boat a gunshot from the little slip 
which ran down to the water and gave vent to 
a stentorian hail. The shanty door opened and 
a man came forth with a bludgeon in his hand. 
“T ain’t come for no fighting. I brought the 
dog doctor who cured Gelert. If Lou’s still 
alive he’s willing to do what he can for her. 
See you use him civil, or I’ll come ashore and 

knock the head off you,’ Such was Patrick’s 
reply to his cousin’s challenge. 
I am not a veterinary surgeon, but some 
twenty odd years’ experience with dogs and 
other animals in regions where veterinary sur- 
not, and 
rendered 
their ailments. 
geons are animals persist in falling 
me tolerably familiar with 
Lou was a thoroughbred cocker 
sick, has 
I assume Pius stole her from someone 
in Halifax. In two seconds I 
trouble; she had an abscess at the root of her 
An hour after I had lanced the abscess 
spaniel, 
diagnosed her 
tongue, 
the little dog was lapping greedily at a bowl of 
milk, the first nourishment she had taken for 
three days. I rose to take my leave. Patrick 
had rowed over to his own house, and it was 
agreed that as soon as I fired a couple of shots 
he should return for me. 
“And what am I owing you for saving the 
life of the finest dog in Parbuckle Cove?” in- 
quired Pius, producing a leather bag from his 
pocket as he spoke. “I’m a poor man, and I 
had to borrow the money to get law on Patrick 
with, but that can wait until later on.” 
“You owe me nothing but good will,” I re- 
plied. “I’m going to be round here for three 
or four days, and I shall most likely take a run 
over and see how Lou works before I go away. 
She may want another touch of the knife before 
I leave, and I will do it if I think it is neces- 
sary; but I can’t come here if you and Patrick 
are going to fight with clubs every time you meet 
Now, I'll make you a fair offer. 
I'll do all I can for Lou as long as I stay here. 
If she wants any medicine I will send her some 
on the beach. 
and charge nothing for it; only you and Patrick 
have got to shake hands and call this law suit 
off. What did the law scrape you ran with your 
cousin Paul cost you?” 
“Tt cost me seventy dollars of a lawyer’s bill, 
and the fine was fifty dollars, but I wouldn’t 
give the satisfaction of getting it out of 
me, and I laid the fine out in jail. You see, he 
had a ram running at large when the fine was 
and ram broke his tether, and they 
fought. My ram was the older and heavier, and 
he killed his, and we had some words about it 
him 
on, my 
and he took up a rock and I just turned my gun 
his way and he had more witnesses than I had, 
and they all swore I threatened to shoot him. 
“Now, I hear the noise of Patrick’s oars, and 
if you would like a little taste of potheen be- 
the harbor I 
across have some in 
on 
go 
fore you 
the house.” 
Pius vanished into the cellar and returned with 
a bottle of colorless vile smelling liquid. “White 
I have a little pot back in the woods, and 
make a little drop every now and then for my 
’ 
eye. 
own use.’ 
I tasted concoction de- 
clined the offer of a couple of bottles to take 
home with me. I had the satisfaction of seeing 
the cousins shake hands, 
the abominable and 
and then we rowed to 
our camp with the toling dog in the bow of the 

boat. I had the pleasure of seeing Lou at work 
before I left. She was a perfect little genius. 
Four days later I drove over to Lunenburg 
in the mail. Father Cameron was a fellow pas- 
senger, and he inquired about my trip, and how 
I had enjoyed it. “Your parishioners used me 
ier,’ I replied, “but they reminded 
me very strongly of the description Charles 
Kingsley gives of their ancestors in his story, 
‘Water Babies.’ It is somewhat as _ follows: 
‘Now the Irish would not listen to St. 
Brandan, for they liked better to brew potheen 
and to drink it, and to dance the patter o’pee 


very well, Fat 
wild 
and to knock one another over the head with 
shillelas and to burn one another’s barns, and 
maim One another’s cattle, and shoot one an- 
other from behind turf dikes.’ ” 
“A very correct description,” replied His 
Reverence; “I have more trouble with those ten 
families at Parbuckle Cove than I have with the 
whole of my The reason? A very, 
very simple one; the founder of the family came 
from County Kerry.” 
mission. 


Indians of the Southern States}, 
Amonc the earliest people to penetrate?’ 
country which is now the United States, vf! 
those white men who were seeking in one |! 
or another to make a profit from the orig}! 
inhabitants of the land. The Spaniards paif! 
to and fro over the southern country, eagf’ 
questing for gold, and when they failect! 
find it, they took the natives captive and f 
ried them away to become their slaves. | 
little later came the French in the north, 
the English in the south, trading with thef! 
dians, yet many of them with a fixed hif! 
that the savages somewhere had _ stores}! 
gold, or knew where this gold could be |? 
tained. i 
Of the hunters, trappers and explorers 
journeyed through the country, the most f 
small knowledge of letters, and their fingers 1} 
more accustomed to loading the rifle and using|_ 
skinning knife than to wielding pen or pel 
And this, too, was true of the trader as a /! 
Yet, to this rule are numerous exceptions. An? 
these were such men as James Adair, Alexa?" 
Henry the younger, and James Long, eacl!? 
whom either kept a detailed diary, or wi 
essays on the people with whom they 1} 
or among whom they journeyed. Heil’ 
journal, very fortunately, fell into the h;}! 
of the late Dr. Elliott Coues, and was by 
edited and re-written, forming a contribu}! 
to the early history of America which if 
most extreme interest. The work of Ja 
Adair, which antedates Henry’s by a ¢ 
ilany years, since it was published in :77/t 
also of very great interest, the more 7a 
cause it deals with the Indians of the Scpr 
who, in manners and customs, were modle 
by the advent of the white man much eald 
than were those of the North. The full ig 
of Adair’s work is as follows: th 
The HISTORY of the AMERICAN INDIANS ft 
ticularly those NATIONS adjoining to the MIijy 
SIPPI, EAST and WEST FLORIDA, GEOR), 
SOUTH and NORTH CAROLINA, and VIRGI}, 
containing an ACCOUNT of their ORIGIN, f 
GUAGE, MANNERS, RELIGIOUS and CIVIL |W 
TOMS, LAWS, FORM of GOVERNMENT, PUM} 
MENTS, CONDUCT in WAR and DOMESTIC I} 
their HABITS, DIET, AGRICULTURE, MANU). 
TURES, DISEASES and METHOD of CURE! 
other PARTICULARS, sufficient to render it A_ {le 
PLETE INDIAN SYSTEM, with OBSERVAT)|h 
on former HISTORIANS, the CONDUCT alll 
COLONY, GOVERNORS, SUPERINTENDE|, 
MISSIONARIES, ete. [J 
Also AN APPENDIX, containing a description Hil 
FLORIDAS, and the MISSISSIPPI LANDS, with)s 
PRODUCTIONS—The benefits of colonizing GEC n 










































































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ANA, and civilizing the INDIANS—and the w 
make all the COLONIES more valuable tc] 
MOTHERR COUNTRY. With a new MAP c{* 
country referred to in the History. hg 
By JAMES ADAIR, Esquire, A TRADER wit Ih 
INDIANS, and Resident in their Country for br 
Years. LONDON: Printed for EDWARD 
CHARLES DILLY, in the Poultry. MDCCLXxi§ 
After so ponderous a title as this, the rq’ 
is relieved by his amusement at the dedic|" 
to the Hon. Colonel George Craghan, Ge 
Galphin and Lachlin McGilwray, Esquire 
whose suggestion the volume was written 
the prospect of whose patronage inspire 
The closing sentences are delightful in 
adulation, and the reference to the unse 
ecndition of America is not without int} 
for this volume was published just befor 
beginning of the War of the Revolution, | 
author says: 

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