bright—but now I could not see a yard before my nose—not even the faintest outlines of the tall cottonwoods about the camp. My cocked rifle was as useless in my hands as if it had been empty. I winked my eyes vigorously, but it was as if I had been stricken blind.
THE power of the human eye over animals has often been proved but it doesn't work on all occasions as scheduled. I remember reading, a long time ago, that the great lion tamer Van Amburg was once seated in a saloon when one of his friends asked him how it was possible to control wild animals as he did.
Here's a word from the North Woods—a sentiment free, On the bark of the tree whence it grew. And as close to the heart is its message to me. Which, my dear ones, it bears unto you. And as fair and as soft as the whispering deeps Where these evergreen canopies are, Is the pulse of the heart where the sentinel sleeps That hath guarded my love from afar.
We lived in the midst of a large city, Phebe and I, where the electric cars went clanging past our house day and night and the dust from a thousand scurrying feet rolled up in odious volumes to our windows; where the heat was so intense that we passed more than half our slumber time in tossing restlessly and arose in the gray dawn of another lurid, dusty, noisy day.
A GREAT many persons are debarred from venturing into the woods by their dread of some inopportune happening. Such will never consent to making an extended trip beyond the farthest confines of civilization for fear that some accident may occur when help is not at hand.
WE WERE “BROKE” my partner and I. After working all summer on a cow ranch in the Blacktail valley country, we had taken our pay, part in cash, and the balance in four horses, three saddles and a pack outfit, and “hit the trail” for the nearest town, where, cowboy fashion, we had “blown” our hard-earned coin.
Having secretly come into possession of the password to the Hot-Air Club, Denver's famous piscatorial prevarication society, which holds nightly orgies at Paul Steuck's store, 1659 Lawrence street, I proceeded to secrete myself in a corner of the room behind the gun racks (for, although I had passed the ordeal of admission, I knew not how many high signs, grips and grimaces it was necessary to know in order to pass to the throne of the highest degree).
I remember years ago. When the woods were white with snow. And the loaded sleds came Creaking down the track; There was life in this old camp, And the noisy shout and tramp, Of the men who rolled the Logs on frozen snow. Up the track on higher ground, Where the monarch pines lay 'round; The pungent smell of chips Was in the air.
ANY men have minds so wrapped in business or social cares that the “day of childish things” floats but dimly in their memories. And it is a faculty to be able to banish to oblivion the disappointments and failures of our youth. But to the most of us—the ordinary clod-hopping wage-earner—one who dodges about between great Caesar's legs seeking out dishonorable graves—the day of small beginnings ofttimes hold out peculiar charms.
AMERICANS by the thousand cross the Atlantic to climb the Alps, to scale the Matterhorn, to view the beauties of the Rhine and the Rhone, to bask in the sunshine of Italy, and to indulge in the delights of rural England, France and Germany, seemingly unaware that their own country contains attractions of mountain and forest, river and lake, sunshine and shade, as far surpassing those across the Sea as our own mighty continent surpasses tiny Europe.
All our readers are familiar with Capt. L. L. Goodrich of Texas, one of Outdoor Life's tried-and-true contributors. His humor has delighted our readers for years, while his experiences in hunting the wild-cat, the panther, the javelin and the deer have been extremely interesting.
WHEN the first winds of October, chilled and sharp, make their appearance, and the leaves, browned with the first touch of Jack Frost, are blown from the trees and scattered pell-mell over the land, then it is that the devotee of that grandest of sport, wild fowl shooting, thrilled with an indescribable something, is found with a far-away gleam in his eye, absent-mindedly turning his footsteps towards the gun closet.
Last Sunday morning (August 9, 1903) I awoke at 4 a. m., and thought I would take a stroll with a friend of mine on the Mexican margin of the Rio Bravo del Norte,. which you are aware is the boundary line between the United States and Mexico. I took my .32 Winchester Special with me, thinking I might find some larger game than jack-rabbits and hares, and had walked with my friend about three miles east of the city of Juarez, when I noticed what I first thought was a man leaning on his breast on the American side of the river, and drinking water from the same.
We have all heard the oft-repeated saying, that, although sometimes a hard one, experience, is the best teacher. I never really appreciated the truth of this until I undertook a camping trip during the summer of 1902. Our first object was to have a good outing, and our second was to kill some game—especially deer.
To one who loves the quiet sedge-carpeted mountain peaks; who is also a lover of things plainly beautiful and decorative indoors, the following vacation day's occupation will yield considerable and lasting pleasure. Because of her exceptional range of altitude Colorado has a vast variety of flower species and a collection of grasses and rushes not less varied.
To those of us who are familiar with the actinic and chemical difficulties of photography, some of the scientific accomplishments of the lens and sensitive emulsion are stupendous miracles, yet there are those who do not appreciate the full force of some of photography's scientific achievements; those who take everything for granted, who, regarding everything about photography as miraculous, make no distinction in the degrees of miracles and expect photography to stop nowhere.
Thousands of people go on outings in the hills each year who return with the consciousness that they did not enjoy themselves as much as they expected they would. Before leaving they had pictured the trip as a huge modern Utopia, on which every pleasure would be handed out to them without any exertion on their part; a recreative jubilee, with all sunshine and no rain; all down-hills and no climbing.
We can not help but applaud the man who casts aside the 12-bore shotgun, and in its place says that hereafter he intends to use the 16, preferring to pin his faith to a weapon that everywhere is conceded to be a symbol of truer sportsmanship, and that is the source of greater satisfaction for the work done.
Too much stress can not be laid on the importance of protecting game from being run by dogs. During the bear and lion hunting seasons the game suffers greatly through the carelessness of many guides in failing to train their dogs to keep off the scent of deer, elk, antelope, etc.
The Salt Lake Tribune, under a Yellowstone Park date line, contains the following: Unusual excitement was created throughout the upper part of the National park the first of this week by the vicious attack of a grizzly bear upon the camp of some independent tourists.
With joyous anticipation the sportsman awaits the time when the woodland appears in old gold and crimson and the setting sun in splendor crowns the hills and dales. It is then that the occident becomes a sea of gold, while above, lines of silver mingle with the rippling pearl and the zephyr softly whispers, “Peace” to the joyful world.
On January 17, 1903, near Evans, Colo., occurred a coyote round-up indulged in and witnessed by over 1,000 people. Twenty-five coyotes were bagged. The circle covered four square townships, and when it closed up it was found that there were thirty coyotes in the ring, seventeen of which were captured.
I noticed in the September number of Outdoor Life Dr. J. W. Shults' very sensible letter concerning Colorado's new game law. I also read your remarks on his letter. Will you kindly allow me to ask a few questions and comment in a friendly way on your reply to his letter?
A short time ago I took a party out to some lakes for pleasure and fishing, about fifteen miles from Buford, Colorado. While there we saw on the side of the mountain a large band of elk; so, as one of our party had a camera, we decided to try to get a picture.
While instances of does having horns are not common, yet several such freaks have come under our notice. Some legislatures fall into the common error of saying in their game laws that “deer with horns only may be killed,” when it would be just as easy to have the provision read “male deer.”
One of our subscribers in Estes Park, Colorado, writes us as follows under date of August 23d: “I have been repeatedly told by men I consider reliable that the ditch outfit on the head of North Grand river, just north of Specimen mountain, are having game sheep and deer—killed in great quantities for the men in camp.
I have just read Dr. J. W. Shults' letter in the September number of Outdoor Life. I would like to say a few words myself, and also ask a few questions on this subject. To begin with, I am opposed to all nonresident license laws. They take too much of our liberty from us.
At the request of several of our readers who admired the colored picture of wood duck in our July issue but noticed a description missing in that issue, we append a few facts concerning this most beautiful member of the duck family. Adult male—Crest on head of green and violet hues; a white line extends from below and behind the eye along the lower end of crest; throat and front of neck white; back dark brown, tipped with green; lower back and rump darker, turning to black on upper tail coverts; wing coverts steel blue with black tips; on the sides of the breast, above shoulder, is a broad black bar, over which is another of white; sides and flanks buff, crossed by fine wavy black lines; tail black, with metallic reflections.
The scale of points of the toy spaniel, which includes the Blenheim Ruby, King Charles and Prince Charles, as laid down by the Toy Spaniel Club, is as follows: It will be seen that the head, stop, muzzle, eyes and ears count 50, and the rest of the points—symmetry, color, coat, etc., count 50.
Wm. A. Thompson, Belleville, III.—Father and I are thinking some of making a trip to Canada this fall after moose, and I write to ask your opinion of the new .45-70 high velocity smokeless cartridge now made for the Winchester. model 1896, I believe it is.
"Cowboy Life on the Sidetrack"; by Frank Benton; The Western Stories Syndicate, Denver, Colorado, publishers. This is a 200-page book relating an extremely humorous and sarcastic story of the trials and tribulations endured by a party of stock-men making a shipment from the West to the East.
I like your magazine very much. I take three others, but yours is best. S. M. EATON. Watertown. Wis. Enclosed find $1.00 for renewal of my subscription. I cannot get along without it. Trenton. N. J. C. ROBBINS. Your magazine has pulled us some excellent wholesale trade, as well as retail.
The most successful tournament yet held by the Indians, the most famous organization of trap shooters in the United States to-day, took place at Arnold's park. Lake Okoboji. Iowa. August 25-28, inclusive. This is a most beautiful and convenient place for a meet of this kind, and the Indians have always felt peculiarly at home in this favorite western lake.
The Denver Indoor Rifle Club have offered the following medals to be competed for during the year beginning September 1. 1903. and ending August 31st. 1904: A gold medal to each member making ten scores of 245 or better; a silver medal for ten scores of 240 or better, and a bronze medal for ten scores of 235 or better.
On Sunday. August 16th. at the regular weekly shoot of the Denver Rifle Club, attended by eight members. D. W. King. Jr., made the following twelve scores. 200 yards, off-hand: The weather conditions were favorable with from nothing to a point and a half of wind. He used a Schoyen barrel and a Stevens 5-power scope—one of their newest models, with a Pope detachable mounting. He was only out of the black three times and out of the 8-inch Creed-more bullseye fourteen times.
At the annual state shoot of the Colorado Rifle Association, Denver, August 23-24, the Denver team was victorious in winning the Coors cup, offered five years ago by Adolf Coors, the big western brewing man, for the Colorado rifle team which should win it three out of five times.
We append herewith a cut showing tile remarkable score made by Mr. Frank A. Ellis. Jr., of Denver, at the range of the Indoor Rifle club on September 1st. 1903. This score of ten shots—total 247—at twenty-five yards, was made with a 22-long rifle with 20-inch Schoyen barrel.
I would like to ask the readers of Outdoor Life if they have found any information in the articles of Messrs. Brewster and Bryant in your July. August and September issues. Let us hear what they know about guns—not what they think about each other.
I have been much interested in the discussion on loads, calibers, recoil, trajectory, energy, etc., of rifles, and must say that there is being brought out many new ideas which are very valuable to the sportsman. The one thing I wish to speak of is to give my experience with the .30-40 for the benefit of our fellow sportsman, Mr. Walsmith, of Sheldon, Iowa.
The big calibre rifle discussion in Outdoor Life has interested me not a little and has been most thorough in its scope. But there are other things besides killing power which are of Importance in a rifle. Let us turn from the killing abilities and look for a moment on accuracy, wearing qualities and the ability to shoot small game with it.
I was glad to note that one person at least tried to make believe that he found pleasure in my last article, namely, Mr. Brewster. Now, in as few words as possible. I will illustrate whereon I was overjoyed by reading his (Mr. Brewster's) article, as he himself claims is based upon my assertion that a cartridge loaded with a special prepared smokeless powder will give less recoil than the same loaded with black powder.
Dr. W. E. Huffman, of Butler. Missouri, writes as follows: “The following high scores were made at our late shoot: Dr. J. A. Patterson broke 312 targets, W. A. McGee, 311, and Dr. W. E. Huffman 298—all out of a possible 340. Butler is the old stamping-ground of J. A. R. Elliott, which fact makes us feel proud of Mr. E. Enclosed you will lind a photo of the sixteen who stayed for the shoot on the fourth day.”
The following are the scores recorded by members of the Columbian Pistol and Rifle Club at Harbor View Range, for the past month. Columbia Target count, fine rifle, 200 yards: F. Knostman, 63-77-81-91. Military Rifle— F. Knostman, 42-43-43-43-: Wm. Peck. 37-38.
There was an interesting 100-bird match at blue-rocks shot at Colorado Springs on September 1st, between John W. Garrett of that city and Wm. Clayton, of Kansas City. Missouri, resulting in a tie of ninety-five each. Garrett shot from the 20-yard mark and Clayton from 17-yards.
In order to encourage literary effort among our young sportsmen and sportswomen we hereby offer the folowing prizes for contributions on the subjects of either hunting, fishing, travel or adventure: First prize, $10 in cash. Second prize, handsome solid silver medal, valued at $5.00.
Mr. Tom Botterill, manager of the Denver branch of the Geo. N. Pierce Co., informs us that the new 1904 models of the Pierce Automobiles are ready for delivery. This will be welcome news to the world of automobilists who have been awaiting the advent of the 1904 Pierce machines.
We take pleasure in calling the attention of our readers to the following winnings recently made by the Lefever Gun, made by the Lefever Arms Co., Syracuse, New York: Two-Men championship of Canada, won by Messrs. P. Wakefield and G. W. McGill of Toronto, shooting “C” grade ejector Lefever Arms Co. guns, under date of August 12th, 13th, 14th, and 15th at Toronto, Canada.
The Baker Gun and Forging Co., of Batavia. New York, makers of the celebrated Baker Gun, have just issued the August number of their “Quarterly.” It is a specially interesting number for sportsmen. In addition to full descriptions of their various patterns of guns, several pages are devoted to a review of the principal shooting events of the first half of this year, articles on duck shooting and an interesting article on the subject of shot, Illustrated with diagrams and original matter on this subject not heretofore printed by any similar publication.
We have just received from the Winchester Repeating Arms Co., New Haven. Connecticut, a copy of an advance circular, illustrating and describing their new .22-calibre automatic rifle, model 1903. This gun is a ten-shot, automatic, hammerless, take-down rifle, adapted to a new .22 calibre rimfire cartridge loaded with smokeless powder and the Winchester Greasless bullet.
A great many of our readers are Interested in snow-shoeing, and to all such we would say that we are advised that Metz & Schloerb of Oshkosh, Wisconsin, the largest manufacturers of this line in America, have some special inducements to make on snowshoes to Outdoor Life readers.
Extra prints of our 3-color frontispieces published in current or back numbers will be sent to any address at the low price of 5 cents each, or three for 10 cents. No sportsman should miss this opportunity of making a collection of the favorite American game birds and water fowl.
The Haynes-Apperson Co., of Kokomo. Ind., have received innumerable compliments from the best chauffeurs in America on the efficiency, speed and staying qualities of their new Haynes-Apperson gasoline automobile, which is the only machine of the kind that ran the contest from New York to Boston and back without repairs or adjustments of any kind.
The following is one of the clever advertising letters being sent out by one of the most enterprising companies in the business: Short letter. In a hurry? Can burn it up. Do. Booklet enclosed. Throw that away too, if you want to. Better not. You'll wish you hadn't.
E. R. Cumbe, Denver's pioneer automobile dealer, has removed from his old stand at 1721 Stout street, to 1618-20 Court Place, where he has quarters and a sufficiency of floor space to accommodate his fast-growing business. We have noted Mr. Cumbe's ascendency in his chosen line with much interest, and having known him personally for a number of years we can commend him to our readers as a trustworthy chauffeur-dealer whose methods in dealing with customers is fair and honorable, and whose long experience with automobiles—as well as that of his manager, Mr. Swanbrough— will be of vast benefit to prospective buyers.
O Cupid, my lad, you are never a sport; You shoot, but you shoot without rhyme, without reason; You shoot, and you wound, but you seldom quite kill, And you shoot in and out, and throughout every season. And bows are no longer the thing, don't you know, Tho' I'm sure you're well versed in all knowledge about them, There are rifles much surer, and deadlier too, But, indeed, you can rifle quite well, dear, without them.
Teachers wishing to prepare for examinations should write, at ance, to Prof. J. L. Graham. LL. D., 152-154 Randolph Building. Memphis. Tenn., for particulars concerning his special Teachers' Examination Course. This course is taught by mail, and prepares Teachers for examination in every State in the Union.
We need at once a few more Teachers for Fall schools. Good positions are being filled daily by us. We are receiving more calls this year than ever before. Schools and colleges supplied with Teachers free of cost. Enclose stamp for reply. AMERICAN TEACHERS' ASSOCIATION, J. L. GRAHAM. LL. D., Manager.