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noble fellow perfectly dead, with seven buck shot in him.) 
We lifted him in the boat and returned to our watch ground 
in high spirits. We took our station again, but we heard 
nothing for the remainder of the day, except some guns in 
the distance, telling of luck for others of the party, until 
about five o’clock. 
boat for our return, we heard a crash in some bushes near 
the shore, and out rushed a fine doe; she leaped high in air, 
and while yet she was above the water my gun covered 
her neck; a report, and the deer lay motionless on its sur- 
face. All this had been done in so short a time that I had 
not been excited, but now that my second deer lay before 
me, I confess that I was excited. "We now had two deer 
to carry instead of one, and it was after dark ere we reached 
the camp. To the limbs of a tree near the camp hung two 
other deer killed by the party. Considering the scarcity 
of deer there, ours was good luck. A huge fire blazed in the | 
middle of the circle of tents, and, lighting up the surround- | 
ing woods with its ruddy glare, and with tall pines all | 
After our day’s | 
around, it was quite a romantic scene. 
work, our supper of newly killed venison was relished just 
as much as any sumptuously prepared dinner we had ever | 
eaten at home, although served in little tin platters on the 
rough board table. 
and anon one of them would bay in his sleep, going over the 
Jnst as we were about to unchain the 
The evening was spent in hearing the | 
adventures of the guides, and many a joke those lively fel. | 
lows got off. The hounds lay alongside the fire, and ever | 
| can only sit in my sanctum, mourn over cruel disappoint- 
hunting scenes of the day; others filled the air with their | 
snorings. One by one the tired ‘hunters retired for the 
. hight, and silence reigned throughout the camp. About 
ten o’clock a blustering snow storm set in, which raged 
with unabated fury throughout the night; but rolled snugly 
in our blankets, we rested after the labors of the day. 
CHARLES H. Crow. 
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HARE HUNTING. 
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Wasuineton, D. C., December, 1873. 
Epitor ForEsT AND STREAM:— 
Fox hunting, as enjoyed in the early days of the Repub- 
lic, is fast dying out. It is a rare instance to find any gen- 
tleman of the country who has his full pack of hounds, 
although many will relate with eye sparkling again with 
the fervor of youth, of the meet, the thoroughbred, the 
the deep mouthed yelp, and successful ride in at the death. 
The most he can boast of present possession is two or three 
worthy descendants of former kennels, and the old horn of 
his fathers, whose stirring sounds have often awoke the 
echoes of his native hills and valleys. It is true that occa- 
sionally the united stock of a neighborhood are brought 
together, and the chase indulged in with some resemblance 
to the good old times, but the sport is rare and unsatisfac- 
tory. Small farms, with their frequent fences and culti- 
vated lands, have been its greatest enemy, and the few 
remaining beagles are devoted exclusively to the less excit- 
ing sport of hare hunting. It is not to be contended that 
hare hunting is comparable with the pursuit of the fox. 
The timid little animal has not the fleetness, the endurance, 
or sagacity of the latter, and yet it has just sufficient of 
each of these qualities to resemble the more exciting sport 
without its nobility in taxing the best powers of horse and 
rider. 
The frost is still fringing every leaflet and twig with its 
beautiful crystals, mingling with the russet brown of au- 
tumn into the softest grays as the undulating hills fade in 
the distance. Not far from the hospitable country man- 
sion is a belt of pines, where the game is plentiful. The 
dogs know by instinct their duty. How different their 
movement from their brothers, the hunters of the field. 
The party of four or five—the more the better and mere 
rier—spread out some hundred yards from each other. 
The dogs have silently penetrated the woods, each closely 
scenting the ground. Before many steps have been taken 
some one of the party has started a hare. Instantly, at the 
top of his voice, he whoops for the hounds, who come 
tearing in with a bounding galop. The spot where the 
hare ran is shown them, with the old cry of ‘‘Hark away.” 
and then such yelping, taken up as each strikes the trail, 
and at full speed they dash away. Stand still. He will be 
sure to make a circuit of the neighboring hill, when you 
may give him your fire as he bounds past you, if he shall 
have been fortunate enough to have escaped’ your com- 
rades. What music, as the constant cry comes softened 
from the deep forest! Now farther, now nearer, now 
ceased with the loss of the trail, now wilder than before, 
when some old stager has caught again the warm scent. 
How the poor frightened creature stops, intently listeus, 
and then wildly jumps from the ever approaching noise, 
seeking in turn the wild broom sage, the deep rayine, the 
thickest covert, and even swimming the rapid streams, in 
the false hope of eluding his pursuers. Be patient! Stand 
still! They will bring him around, although their yelping 
is but faintly heard. Yes, it grows nearer, and for a mo- 
ment, affected with the enthusiasm of the pack, your heart 
beats a little faster. Hush! He comes; you can hear his 
footsteps over the dry leaves. A moment more and you 
see him jumping down the hillside with his large eyes 
larger still with fear. Jor an instant an undefined sense of 
compassion touches the outer boundary of your conscience, 
Alas, it has died before it was born, and a well directed 
aim turns the poor thing over. His chase is done. In 
come the dogs with full speed and cry. You show it to 
them and start for another. It is not long before they are 
off again, and the party at nightfall may be loaded down 
with some twenty or thirty. Sometimes an old fox,“in his 
_and I will try and relate it. 
nocturnal prowlings, has strayed across your path, and off 
they all go with full cry. The old love of their fathers has 
been awakened in them. The hunt of the day is over, and 
they will not return until they have tasted of his hide. 
This sport is of course very tame to the hunter of the 
moose or grizzly, where endurance and courage are emi- 
nently requisite, but to those who are compelled to hunt 
within bow shot of municipal limits or not at all, itisa 
good way to give your setters a day’srest in a week of quail 
shooting. The defence, however, of hare hunting must 
rest on the ground that in the hands of your artist-cook it 
can be made by no means an unpalatable dish. Daler, 
a 
HUNTING AT BLOOMING GROVE PARK. 

BLooMIne GRovE Park, Park Hovwsn, Dec. 20, 1878. 
EDITOR ForEST AND STREAM:— 
Our weather for the past week or more has been delight- 
ful, thermometer at 40° to 45°; the old snow passed away, 
but not the ice, under the genial warmth of-the sun and 
showers, and a balminess of spring in the air. Yesterday 
a light snow fell, just enough for tracking, and here isa 
day ‘‘hard to be beat” for stalking, but alas! I am confined 
to the house with a bruised knee, unable to cope with rocks 
and tangled thicket, and the hills and valleys will not re- 
sound to-day with the crack of my Ballard of calibre 46. I 
ments, and murmer my complaints to the sympathising ear 
of the ForEsT AND STREAM and its numerous readers, no 
less sympathetic. On Monday last I tried, for the first time 
this season, the fishing through the ice—and in company 
with F. W. Jones and Mr. J. E. McEwen of Brooklyn,took, 
in less than three hours’ fishing from Beaver Lake—one of 
the numerous Lakes of the Blooming Grove Park—16 pic- 
kerel ranging from 34, 3 and down to 14 Ibs. The ice we 
found to be about 10 inches in thickness, and just in prime 
condition. The early fishing is always the most satisfactory 
in its results. Lake Giles, ‘he most crystal water and most 
beautiful in its surroundings, above which stands the 
‘‘Club House,” is always the last water to freeze of all the 
surrounding Lakes, being fed from springs in its bottom, 
and the ice is not yet in condition to bear the weight of a 
person, as I happen to be able to bear woeful testimony. 
The fish from this Lake are superior in size and quality, on 
: Eee ts “~ | account of its clear water and rocky bottom. 
jumping chase o’er fence and ditch, the welkin ringing with } 
The Sheaffers’, living near the Knob Mills, are the most 
indefatigable and successful hunters of -this section, and 
‘two weeks ago, when I saw Jonas, had killed 14 deer and 
3 bears, an old she bear and well-grown cub and a yearling. 
His description of his fight with the cub was quite graphic, 
It seems that he, with his little 
dog, were doing the driving for deer, while the rest of the 
party stood upon runways. In skirting a dense laurel 
swamp, the little dog being in the swamp, commenced a 
furious barking, and at one particular point. Supposing 
something unusual to be the cause he slowly and cautiously 
ventured in, and by degrees advanced to within ten feet of 
an apperture in some old roots and stones, at which his dog 
seemed to be stationed, and, emboldened by his approach, 
into which he would occasionally dive, only to recede with 
hair erect, and starting eyes and manifestations of greatest 
excitement. In these attacks he could plainly hear the 
gnashing of the old bear’s teeth. At length having fully 
considered the matter and taken in the situation, he, as the 
dog withdrew from one of his rushes, and having his gun 
—a double rifle and shot—carefully aimed and the other 
barrel at full cock, fired into the opening, whence as the 
smoke cleared away rolled out a well-grown cub, which the 
dog at once clinched. He could not use his gun for fear of 
killing his dog, and in his excitement and the tumult of the 
fight between dog and cub, off went his remaining barrel, 
which deprived him of the use of that weapon in a legiti- 
mate way, but by dint of well-directed blows with the bar- 
rels and the assistance of his dog, he kept the cub at bay 
and from escaping into the laurels, while with lusty shouts 
he in time brought one of the others to his assistance, 
when they soon made an end of the little disturbance. On 
examining the hole, they found the old she bear lying dead 
within, the ball from his first shot having fortunately enter- 
ed the brain and dropped her dead as she lay. Had he 
simply given her a wound in the random shot there might 
have been a different tale to relate. His remark, as he 
shook his head over the narrative regarding his canine, is 
worthy of record:—‘‘ That dog will ketch his death some 
of these days for his venturesomeness.” 
Respectfully, 
A. F. Cuapp, Eng. & Supt. Park. 

Lire Propiems.—Eyery full-grown adult person throws 
out by respiration about four-and-a-half gallons of deleteri- 
our gas and watery vapor per hour; and the children of 
school age average each one about three gallons per hour. 
Suspended in this deleterious respired air and vapor, there 
is in every 1,000 gallons, 3 gallons of dead, decomposing ani- 
mal matter! In hospitals and bedrooms, other evaporations 
add to the mass. And in ferryboat cabins and city railroad 
cars, as ordinarily conducted, saliva and tobacco smoke add 
fifty percent. Now, if one person throws out four-and-a- 
half gallons of poisonous air every hour, how long will it 
take 1,000 persons to fill a church full? 50 children to fill a 
school-room full? 40 persons a car full, or 200 persons a 
ferryboat cabin full, plus the tobacco-smoke and saliva?— 
The Sanitarian. 
peg 
—They have Tandem clubsin Canada. Lieut. General 
Haley is the Prest. of the Halifax club. The other day it 
took a drive ‘‘up the road” and the turn-out comprised thir- 
teen tandem teams, two doubles and four singles. 
—As the English plum-pudding is made ina bag, there 
can be no doubt of it’s Sacks-in origin. 
Woodland, Lawn and Garden. 
WINDOW OR PARLOR GARDENING. 
aS cee 
NO. Ill.—BOX OR SIMPLE FORMS. 
“Here are cool mosses deep, 
And through the moss the ivy creeps, 
And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, 
And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. 
The oxlips, pugles, with their numerous race, 
A parti-colored tribe of various hue, > 
Red, yellow, purple, pale white, dusky blue, 
~The primrose, myrtle, and the crocus too. 
HATEVER leads us to assemble together the beau- 
ties of the floral kingdom as comforts and elegan- 
cies of life within the habitations of wealth, or of those of 
more moderate means, always increases local attachments 
and renders domestic life more delightful. It may seem a 
very little thing to place a flower in the window, but how 
much may come of it who can tell? A love of flowers has 
alway~ a redeeming quality about it. You rarely hear of a 
very bad man who passionately loves the cultivation of 
flowers. God instituted the garden, and Lord Bacon truly 
says, ‘‘The Lord himself first planted a garden, and indeed 
it is the purest of human pleasures.” Asa penalty for his 
transgression, the first man was shut out from a habitation 
among the beautiful scenes of an earthly paradise. Yet all 
his descendants have for all time sought pleasure and de- 
light from the first Eden, and a strong desire to return to it 
again seems to be deeply implanted in every heart. And 
when we remember how easily we can surround ourselves, . 
even within the limits of the humblest home, with these 
bright and beautiful flowers of earth, we are truly sur- 
prised-to behold any home without its blossoming rose tree 
or its box of sweet elysium. 
In the progress of the art of growing choice flowers in 
the sitting room and the parlor we shall do well to keep in 
mind that however beautiful, however poetical are the 
many associations connected with them, there isa deep 
practical fact underlying this whole subject. And that is, 
how to successfully obtain, through our own efforts, all 
this beauty, this wealth of enjoyment. 
In our second paper we gave to our readers some of the 
most simple forms for the foundation of a window garden. 
And we would again state that a simple flower stand near 
the window, a hanging basket suspended over the same, 
each growing their pendant, fragrant, and upright fiowers, 
may be considered as the simplicity of our window garden. 
With all their elaborate adornments and additions of rare 
flowers, they all sprang from this simple first effort. 
Said a lady to me:—‘‘The successful cultivation of a cac- 
tus of this species, called the night-blooming ceres, gave to 
me a quickening impulse, a love for something more beau- 
tiful, and as I first started with the cactus I added one after 
another to my collection, and now I have made a sort of 
specialty of the cultivation of this very curious plant. 
Strange and grotesque are the forms which present them- 
selves to the eye in my six feet by four window frame, yet 
all who behold it exclaim ‘how beautiful! how wonderful! 
what a lesson for practice!’” The manner in which our 
lady friend had arranged her foreign cacti was truly very 
ingenious, and we shall again have occasion to speak of 
the cultivation of this plant as a window plant in these 
papers. 
How much joy springs from the single sprig of ivy rising 
from some favorite niche in the window and gracefully 
throwing its branching tendrils over the whole window, 
and rambling carelessly in the wild vagaries of rampant 
growth. Isit not beautiful? You would think so could 
you behold a plant of the English ivy growing in my study 
at this writing. Rising from a recess of my window shelf, 
it climbs in graceful negligence to the very top of the win- 
dow, and then passes in festoons of green across the same, 
at last finding a lodgment within the antlers of a fine speci- 
men of the American red deer that ornaments my room. 
Such a plant is often the yery beginning of a series of 
experiments in window gardening, of which so much is 
said and written, and of which, in fact, so very little is 
practically understood. Window gardening is fashionable 
to-day, and very many use a window garden just as they 
use flowers at a funeral, simply because it is ‘‘fashionable” 
to have them. 
Among the not expensive window gardens we may name 
a device we used in our own sitting room, which we called 
an ‘‘adoptive case,” as we made ita receptacle to receive 
our flower pots, and our experiment not being patented, 
and not beyond the constructive genius of the village car- 
penter, of course any one who chooses can have one made 
to order. Our window shelf being six inches only in width, 
we had a box made-that would just fit into our window of 
the following dimensions:—The length of the box was three 
feet, the depth fourteen inches, and the width fourteen 
inches. Into this-box we had a zinc pan made that would 
just fit the inside of four inches in depth. This box was 
to receive a drainage of surplus water from the plants, had 
a hole to draw off dirty or surplus water from the end, and 
was stopped with a wooden stopper. A box of this kind, 
properly made and attended to, would not need drawing 
off perhaps during a winter, and I am speaking of the 
winter treatment of plants now. Having placed the zine 
pan within the box, fill the same with tolerably small bits of 
broken crock until it is even with the top of the pan; then’ 
cover the top of this pan with a thin piece of board (paste 
board will do), in which holes are bored, and then place” 
your composition or earth for your plants; set’ out your 
plants, choosing those of any of the species you may wish,’ 
and at once commence your study and treatment of. the” 
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