For several years past it has been my custom to accompany my husband to Cadwallader Creek, a tributary of Bridge River, in Lillooet district, British Columbia. My husband is a miner and prospector, and every year he does assessment work on his claims and prospects there.
Only a day in the pine-clad hill, By a swale where the iris grows; The song of a mocker echoing shrill, And the scent of a sweet wild rose. Then it’s back to the office, desk and pen, From nature’s wilds to the haunts of men, To the Weary task at the books, and then The next day’s dawn, and the same again, Adios, to the dark deep cañon.
Once I heard one farm boy say to another, “Come and see my two calves. I’m going to keep them till they’re two-year-old steers, and then sell them and go to the Columbian Exposition on the money. They’ll bring fifty dollars by that time.” “But I’ve got a colt that’ll bring seventy-five by that time,” rejoined his companion, triumphantly.
If I might glean from all the years The happy ones which most were blest, I’d take a precious time I know And you could cancel all the rest, I’d wander back again I’m sure, Where sunset like before the gloam The old house rang with song and laugh And we were all of us at home.
Enos A. Mills is great because he lives the simple life and does things. He is great because he is self-made. His home is not a gorgeous nor an elaborate one, if you may call a hut a home. But it may be amiss to say that he lives in a hut built of logs, for he does not: the mountains, their gorgeous, their highest peaks are his home.
Deer hunters of Long Island, N. Y., and their game. On account of the thickly-populated districts there, shotguns only are permitted in certain sections and under the rules of certain clubs, buckshot being used on deer. Deer may be shot on the first two Wednesdays and the first two Fridays of November, the dates being November 7, 9, 14 and 16.
“This must be the place where I left that money. I might as well be buried with it myself as in this fix, though. God! I never knew it was so terrible to kill a man!” The speaker was hastily examining the ground beneath a scrubby greasewood bush.
There’s a pile of fun in telling of the bears you didn’t get, But a whole lot more in talking of the big one that you met And defeated in the scrimmage—of the fear lest you should fail, When the chase was on in earnest and the dogs were on the trail. You go through an aspen thicket and perchance you see a sign That’s so fresh your heart goes thumping, and you say, "He's surely mine!
The hotel was small, but in the ghostly light of 10:30 p. m. it resembled a palace. We were dusty and tired from the day’s ride and were mighty glad to welcome this vest-pocket edition of North Dakota hospitality. After a rather reluctant lunch we smoked a pipe or two and wended our dizzy way to the attic where beds were spread on the floor.
In your cañon, aged and gray, Where a streamlet hies away To the winding river: Where the pines, in weird array, Sigh, and whisper, day by day, And the alders quiver. In your cañon, dark and lone, Where the fragrant breezes moan As they pass; Where the violet’s sky-blue head, And the phlox, with lips of red, Dot the grass.
I am sending you herewith photos of two live wild calf elk just as the old cow elk left them and as they remain until the old one comes for them. These calves are only one or two days old but if molested will run like deer. These I found on a trip just completed that I made to get moving pictures and on which I was quite successful.
Ho! for a smell of the fresh, green leaves, When the siren trout-brook calls; Murmuring low as it glides along On its journey, down the falls; A tramp in the woods—no matter how far— A supper of trout, and a good cigar. I’ll leave behind all the business care, And live the life of the free; Not even a voice to call me back, Just the forest old, and me; I’ll drink at the brook, and shout hurray, And list to the echoes answer “aye."
Often in the Philippines have I seen strange birds. Huge pigeons, as large as barnyard fowl, and heavier, coo to their mates from the lofty summits of giant trees; doves of alluring and brilliant colors, rivaling those of a macaw or pheasant, of golden yellow, red, iridescent green, or of an almost purple tint, fly swiftly through the dense foliage; and, when they had gained the shelter of their hidden resting place, send forth their melancholy plaint.
My name is “Ursus Americanus.” I was born in the burned out butt of a great white fir that stood upon one of the elevated mountain spurs that stand out and reach away eastward from Mount Shasta. My natal month is February, but I cannot tell you the exact Gate.
As the 25th of September drew near, the old sportsmen of the proposed buckhunting party from Palisade to the White River country, Colorado, became very restless and uneasy, while the tenderfeet were excited and expectant. The party, composed of Mr. J. F. Bradshaw, of Denver, C. S. Reed and son, Kenneth, John Bradshaw and son, Clare, and Fd R. Brown, of Palisade, with guns of different styles and calibres, hunting knives, fishing tackle, peach butter and bacon, drove a four-horse team of a light wagon from Palisade to the foot of Old Sleepy Cat, the scene of the deer hunt.
Swing low in the tepee white, Close by the gleam of the fire light, My little papoose with his round, black eyes Cosily, dreamily, slumbering lies. My little papoose in his blanket gay, Oh, sweetly the hours are passing away! Sleep, softly sleep, little babe of the wild.
Outdoor Life will be glad to receive Information at any time of any infraction of the game laws of any state. Such information will always be immediately communicated to the game department of the state In which the infringement is alleged to have been commited, after which it will be our aim to exercise a stringent espionage over the carrying out of the game department’s duties in the premises.
The buffalo do not bellow; they make a gutteral grunt, not unlike that of a hog. I weaned a buffalo calf last spring. He would stand by the gate of the corral making an effort to get out and continually kept up the grunting. I am willing to go on record after being familiar with the habits and traits of the buffalo for forty-one years that they do not bellow.
I am sending you in this letter two pictures of one of the notorious bald-faced grizzly bears that have been heard of so much but never believed by some naturalists to exist. I wish you would send one of the pictures to J. Alden Loring, the author of "Bears of North America," which has been running in Out door Life, with my compliments.
-I embody herewith some paragraphs from a bald piece of fiction, entitled the "Big Game Limited," which is going the rounds of the daily press unchallenged, and loading the sensitive minds of youth and of other credulous peo ple with grossly erroneous ideas of the hab its and Instincts of wild beasts.
I am a constant reader of your very interesting magazine, which I enjoy very much. i am also somewhat observant and have a fair knowledge of certain birds anti their traits. In regard to the disappearance of our quail, a condition little short of a calamity, I wish to say a word.
H. L. Osborne, writes from Methow, Washington, directing us to send the Review to him at Chelan, he and his family having moved from Methow to the latter place. Judging from his letter. Harry is having all kinds of a good time, hunting, fishing, etc. He writes:
Of all birdS none find more favor in the public mind than do the game birds. Among game birds the quail is evidently pie-eminent. Perhaps no other bird inhabits as large an area of our country as does the quail or bobwhite. The sportsman who is able to bring a quail to the ground every time his gun cracks is worthy of the name sportsman, for his skill has been tested.
I notice in your July number a couple of letters from M. P. Dunham of Montana alluding to animals "that have escaped the naturalist." In the first of his letters he speaks of the "roachback bear," a number of specimens of which he has killed, and which would average seventy-five pounds in weight.
For the information of our readers who may wish to travel outside their own state on hunting trips, and who wish information further than that which is furnished in our regular game law tables, we append herewith a list of the game commissioners of the various states in the United States, as well as the provinces of Canada.
I trust I may be given space to assist in clearing one or two points raised through Mr. Roosevelt's recent criticism of the so-called "nature fakirs." It is a subject which I am sure appeals to every reader of Outdoor Life and your presentation of both sides of the controversy should meet with very general approval.
Enclosed please find some memoranda on the proceedings of the annual meeting of the National Association of Game and Fish Wardens and Commissioners, herd at Fort Yellowstone, Yel lowstone National Park, August 9th and 10th. This is sent at the suggestion of the members of the association thinking that you might wish to make some reference to the meeting in your valued publication.
We have received from Joseph Russell, Lillooet, B. C., a pamphlet entitled “Second Report of the Provincial Game and Forest Warden, Province British Columbia, 1906,” in which some reference is made to a big game section of that province that has been commanding attention for some time.
If there is one place of all others where one wants good and appetizing food it is by the camp fire. Physical exertion and exposure on a hunting trip demand an amount of food which would be almost suicidal to a city business man. I well remember the enormous meals that old Bill Andrews and I used to make away with on some of our long hunts.
I am a diligent reader of Outdoor Life; the remarks about the animals especially interesting me very much. I am an old man, having hunted the buffalo of South Africa and East India as well as the buffalo of the Great Plains of America. I have shot more than 1,300 buffaloes in America, and I may say that I know the habits of these animals just as well as any other experienced hunter.
Knowing the value of space in your magazine one hesitates to ask the privilege of occupying it without payment, but believing that you as a representative of true sportsmen will do all in your power to protect game and to show up any and all errors made by legislators applying to game protection I thus take the liberty of calling your attention to a few facts which exist here in old Oregon.
Just a tinge of frost in the air a few nights ago, and I had a slight attack of the hunting fever, the same that always shows up along about September 1st. It has never failed with me, and I reckon all the old timers are about the same. One of the most delightful feelings In the world, to me at least, is to wake up this time of the year, and have to hunt around for more cover, for it has grown chilly during the night sometime, and it is such a relief from the hot stuffy summer weather.
TRAINING, HANDLING, CORRECTING FAULTS AND CARE OF THE BIRD DOG.
ED F. HABERLEIN
P. W. G., Glidden, Ia.—I have been, much interested in your answers to questions in “Dogdom” and would like your advice in my case. I have a four-year-old Cocker Spaniel bitch that has developed a peculiar growth on the end of each hanging toe inside the hind legs.
The National Coursing Meet will be held in Minden, Nebraska, the two weelm commencing October 15th. The National Futurity—the big event of the meet—will be run the first week. Some of the purses hung up are: For the National Futurity, $600; consolation prizes for puppies beaten on the first round of the Futurity; for the National Championship stake, $350; for the National Derby, $150.
A movement is on foot to call a national conference of American Anglers in New York in a few months, for discussion of vital subjects of mutual importance. Fishing clubs in the United States are strongly urged to co-operate by sending delegates.
Much has been said of late in Outdoor Life about the woodchuck as a swimmer, some claiming that they can swim, while others claim they can not. I believe it depends on the condition the chuck is in, whether he is fat or poor. I saw a chuck swim the mouth of the English river early in July.
Stuart Edgerton, New York, N. Y.—Can you tell me if the .405 Winchester is good (or. I should say, accurate) at 1,000 and 1,400 yards? Is it too light for above ranges? Answer.—We do not believe any tests have been made by the Winchester people for their .405 up to 1,000 and 1,400 yards.
It can never be the same When the summer comes again; Something lost or something chang’d, Something gone beyond our ken. A line upon the forehead, A scar upon the heart; A lack of Time’s bright promise— These come as years depart. And though a future summer Again will wake the flowers, And brook and bird will gossip Throughout the shining hours, The glow of present sunshine, The charm when summer came, The NOW of joyous living Will never be the same.
Probably no greater meeting of riflemen was ever held in the United States than that which was pulled off by the National Rifle Association which opened at Camp Perry, Ohio, August 19th. Teams from nearly every state in the Union were entered and some of the best rifle scores ever presented to an American public were made at this meeting.
I should like to ask a few questions, to be answered by some of your contributors through the columns of Outdoor Life, regarding their experiences with single shot rifles—chambered for the .40-90-370 Sharp's straight (3¼ inch shell) and .40-85-370 Ballard (also listed as .40-90 with 2 15-16 inch shell).
"Comments on a New Sight" by J. C. Anderson in your August number is my excuse for writing you. When I was a young man (or boy fifteen or sixteen years old) I was quite an enthusastic user of the twenty-two rifle and recognizing the difficulty, both in target practice and in shooting game of the ordinary open sights, I conceived the idea of the crossed hair front sight and made one as per diagram enclosed, using Lyman peep rear sight.
Knowing that many experts contribute to the columns of your magazine (and probably this question has been asked and answered in numbers that I have not seen), I write to you for Information concerning the most powerful and effective cartridge for a revolver: (a) Do you think a Colt .45 is?
In looking through the colums of Outdoor Life in the Arms and Ammunition department, I note that questions are frequently asked about the .236 caliber. There has also from time to time been considerable said in favor of said caliber. In the July number Mr. Haws has something to say in its favor.
One of your correspondents, Mr. Olinger, inquires in the July number about a smokeless charge for the .25-20. If he refers to the .25-20 single shot, he will find for that rifle a good charge in any one of the following, which I submit for what they may be worth, namely:
As the original instructions for the removal of metal fouling were published about a year ago, and are now where few can refer to them, I have been asked to publish them again for the information of the readers of Outdoor Life. I don't want to give the impression that I deserve any credit for this formula.
In your Septem ber issue I found an article signed by H P. Pettit in which he severely criticise some of the points of the new 1903 model Springfield rifle, `lately adopted by the United States army. As I have been shooting one of these Springfield rifles all summer on the Camp Logan range and am just finishing my expert course I think I will answer some of the statements made by Mr. Pettit.
I take the liberty of attempting to contribute an article to our Arms and Ammunition Department. I am a professional hunter of large game, hunting in Africa, and I am naturally interested in the articles of a Mr. Linkletter. Mr. Linkletter seems to have solved a problem peculiar to heavy double express rifles of 377 and .600 caliber.
I am enclosing a photo of a black bear skull, showing the effect of a .33 caliber Winchester soft point bullet. This shows only the larger pieces of bone. There were so many small ones which were smashed and ground up so, that it. My September number arrived a few days ago, and I find some very interesting talk in the Arms and Ammunition Department.
In the April number of your valued magazine H. D., Salem, Oregon, asks about an aquarium for gold fish, which was answered by the editor of your Nature department. If you can give me space in your magazine I would like to describe for the benefit of those who may be interested in these beauties an outdoor aquarium which gives me a great deal of amusement.
I desire to express my sincere thanks to the "boys" who, at the Denver Handicap, so generously contributed to a fund gotten up in my behalf. I am confined at St. Anthony's Sanitarium and the substantial expression of sympathy I received from my friends of the trap and target is highly appreciated.
The Aransas Pass Tarpon Club of Tarpon, Texas, this day (September 6th) awarded Mr. Elmer Beach, Chicago, Illinois, and Mr. Mark Sarazan, Sherman, Texas, each with a silver button, which is the award offered by the club to any one landing a tarpon (in the waters at Aransas Pass) four feet six inches long on a rod not less than six feet long with a tip not more than six ounces and with thread No. 9 Cuttyhunk line (breaking strain eighteen pounds).
At a meeting of the directors of the Tuna Club, held at Avalon, California, on August 24th, it was decided to award a diamond button to the angler (male only) that takes in strict accordance with club rulings, a Tuna not less than eighty (80) pounds on light tackle.
I have been a deeply interested reader of Outdoor Life for a long time. It is the most eagerly looked for of the several sportsmen's magazines I purchase every month, and I have gotten more valuable hints from it than from all the others combined, as your principal contributors are men "who know.
The “Rockefeller Buffalo” claimed to be the largest of record, has recently been killed and mounted for the owner, the well known Mr. Frank Rockefeller of Cleveland, Ohio. This fine specimen of the almost extinct race grew to gigantic size during the twenty-six years of its life and when killed was in perfect condition.
It is seldom that we allow ourselves to go into ecstacies over any particular thing in the sporting goods line, as there are so many articles that are awfully good (but which have almost a counterpart in another equally as good). But we must rise up in meeting and say a word about a handy camping tent that The Burch Bed Sheet used as a sleeping bag.
We have just received a copy of the new catalog issued by the Hoxie Ammunition Company, 340 D Marquette building, Chicago. The cover design is very unique and illustrates strongly the effectiveness of the Hoxie bullet on large game. The catalog is very complete in its description of this new invention, and should be in the hands of all sportsmen and dealers.
We herewith present a cut of the StevensPope rifle fitted with a Stevens Telescope, which we believe our readers will be interested in. During the, past few months Stevens and Stevens-Pope rifles and Stevens Telescopes have won an extraordinary number of leading prizes in competitive shoots, thus adding new links to the ever lengthening chain of Stevens successes.
It has always been considered a difficult thing to remove rust from a gun barrel once it takes hold without injuring the barrel. There is a gun paste made now, however, in which sportsmen may place the most implicit confidence. It is the “D. L. P.” Gun paste and is manufactured by the D. L. P. Mfg. Co., of Durango, Colorado.
The Rapid Loader Co. of Pontiac, Michigan, are advertising their rapid loader for users of shotguns in this issue of Outdoor Life. While we have not seen this device, yet we have the company’s illustrated booklet before us, and judging from the illustrations and descriptions presented we should say that this was a very excellent article for shotgun users to have in the field where quick work is desired.
The following flattering testimonial was recently received by the Maher & Grosch Co., 94 A street, Toledo, Ohio, manufacturers of first-class cutlery: “I have used and known your goods for more than twenty years, and have never seen a poor blade.
We present herewith a picture of one of the most able executive men in the automohile industry of today, Mr. George W. Bennett—a man who from boyhood has learned the intricacies of, first the bicycle and then the automobile lines, and learned both thoroughly and well. Mr. Bennett is sales manager, director, and member of Executive committee of the Knox Automobile Company of Springfield, Massachusetts.
At the annual shoot, held at Bisley, England, during July, the Colt revolver, repeating its performance of previous years, took the highest honors. In the revolver matches the gold, silver and bronze medals were won by Colt revolvers; in the team matches 95 percent of the shooters were armed with Colt revolvers.
The Rawlings Sporting Goods Co., whose ad appears on another page, is now devoting a great deal of time and attention to their largely increased country business. It is an old established fact that quality is the motto of this concern. Many of the readers of Outdoor Life, especially those residing in Colorado, will remember Alec D. Mermod, formerly owner of the Stirrup ranch in Poncha Park. Mr. Mermod has been connected with the above-named firm for the past seven years, and is now treasurer and general manager, and is devoting his time to the care of patrons residing outside the city.
We wish to announce to our friends and customers a change in our New York office, taking effect August 15th. The Motor Boat Supply Company will act in the capacity of selling agents, covering territory formerly handled by Mr. H. L. Edge, who no longer has any connection with this company.
U. M. C. shells won the high amateur average, the high professional average and the preliminary handicap at the big Denver shoot on August 20-21-22. At the tournament at Eldorado, Iowa, August 27th and 28th, first professional average was won by Mr. Charles G. Spencer, breaking 392-400, including a straight run of 205. Mr. Spencer used Dead Shot Smokeless Powder.
The swallows twitter in the eves; From o’er the hill comes wide-eyed Day Close on the heels of Night, and weaves— The loom my lattice window—gay, Fantastic patterns, gold and gray, Upon the floor; the skylark leaves Her covert and with matin lay Doth greet the morn.