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MURRAY. \ “The mountains call you, and the vales; The woods, the streams, and each ambrosial breeze That fans the ever-undulating sky.” ARMSTRONG'S 47t of Preserving Health WITH ILLUSTRATIONS. BOSTON sk CUPPLES AND HURD —— PUBLISHERS ay Entered according to Act of Congress, nm the year 1869, by FIELDS, OSGOOD, & CO., ‘n the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the Distnct of Massachusetts Printed by CUPPLES AND HURD a# The Algonquin Uress. 27 Beach STREET, Boston, To my friend and companion, O. H. Prat, of Meriden, Conn., with whom I have passed many happy hours by mountain and stream, and shared the sportsman’s tri- umph and the sportsman’s toil; in memory of many a tramp and midnight bivouac, and as a token of my very sincere regard and friendship, this book is affectionately dedicated, Wi HoH. Boston, April, 1869. NHW ROUTE TO THE ADIRONDACKS. N page 42 of this work the author com- mends the Keeseville route to parties enter- ing the wilderness from Lake Champlain. Since its publication, information has reached him of such a nature as to induce the recommendation of the Plattsbyf route as well. The latter” is comparatively an easy route. From Plattsburg cars run to Point of Rocks (or Ausable Forks), intersecting the Keeseville road, and saving some sixteen miles of unpleasant staging from Port Kent. At Fouquet’s Hotel, Plattsburg, every facility for rest and prepara- tion can be had. At Point of Rocks parties can arrange to meet their means of conveyance to Martin’s, Smith’s, Bartlett’s, and cther houses at St. Regis. Invalids, or persons not in robust health, who may venture upon this trip, will find Plattsbureg a pleasant and convenient place for recuperation before cutting loose from all the amenities of civilization. The author would particularly advise all par- ties, before starting, to engage by letter convey- ance from Point of Rocks to their destination. CONTENTS. Pow Aaa Pacr INTRODUCTION : A : ; : - : we wae Cuap. * I. Tae WILDERNESS. ~ Why I go to the Wilderness’ . ; : eo Sporting Facilities : : : 7 15 What it costs in the Tualieree ess , : 21 Outfit . A P 3 a : 26 Where to buy Tackle : F : : 30 Guides . : j : 32 How to get to rv W Teo 28S. 40 Hotels : . 44 When to visit the Wilder ness . , é 3 Healthfulness of Camp Life . 50 What Sections of the Wilderness to visit . ~ o2 Black Flies . 55 Mosquitoes ; : : a : : 2.56 Ladies’ Outfit : ‘ 5 : ‘ : 58 Wild Animals . ; : ; : i 5 80) Provisions . ; c é p A A 62 Bill of Fare j j ; : : . «, 62 IJ. Tat Namevess CREEK . A Hl ‘ 65 III. Runnina tHE Rapips . 3 ‘ A A A IV. Tur Bat : ; ; Z . A : 86 vi CONTENTS. . Loon-SHootinc mv A THUNDER-STORM . CROSSING THE CARRY . . Rop anp REEL . PHantom FAs . . JACK—SHooTinGe IN A Foccy Nicur A F SABBATH IN THE Woops. : ‘ ‘ . A Rie wire A Map Horse in a Freicur- CAR. ‘ x : $ F F APPENDIX. Beacu’s Sicut . 5 : - s A eu 233 IN ERO DU CTTLON: EVERAL of the chapters composing this volume were originally published in the “Meriden Literary Recorder,” during the fall and winter of 1867. Through it they received a wide circulation, and brought to the author many let- ters from all parts of the country, urging him to continue the series, and, when completed, publish them in a more permanent form. Lawyers, phy- sicians, clergymen, and sporting men were united for once in the expression of a common desire. Not a few delightful acquaintances were made through this medium. It was suggested by these unseen friends, that such a series of descriptive pieces, unencumbered with the ordinary reflec- tions and jottings of a tourist’s book, free from the slang of guides, and questionable jokes, and “bear stories,’ with which works of a similar character have to a great extent been filled, would be gladly welcomed by a large number of people who, born in the country, and familiar in boy- hood with the gun and rod, still retain, in un- 8 INTRODUCTION. diminished freshness and vigor, their early love for manly exercises and field sports. Each article, it was urged, should stand alone by itself, having its own framework of time and character, and representing a single experience. The favorable re- ception the articles thus published received, and the cordial communications from total strangers which they elicited, together with a strong, ever-present desire on my part to encourage manly exercise in the open air, and familiarity with Nature in her wildest and grandest aspects, persuaded me into concurrence with the suggestion. The composi- tion of these articles has furnished me, amid grave and arduous labors, with mental recreation, from time to time, almost equal to that which I enjoyed when passing through the experiences which they are intended to describe. In the hope that what I have written may con- tribute to the end suggested, and prove a source of pleasure to many who, like myself, were “ born of hunter’s breed and blood,” and who, pent up in narrow offices and narrower studies, weary of the city’s din, long for a breath of mountain air and the free life by field and flood, I subscribe myself their friend and brother. iE; THE WILDERNESS. WHY I GO THERE, — HOW I GET THERE, — WHAT I DO THERE, — AND WHAT IT COSTS. “HE Adirondack Wilderness, or the “ North Woods,” as it 1s sometimes called, hes be- tween the Lakes George and Champlain on the east, and the river St. Lawrence on the north and west. It reaches northward as far as the Canada line, and southward to Booneville. Its area 1s about that of the State of Connecticut. The southern part is known as the Brown Tract Region, with which the whole wilderness by some 1s confused, but with no more accuracy than any one county might be said to comprise an entire State. Indeed, “ Brown’s Tract ” is the least interesting portioa of the Adirondack region. It lacks the lofty mountain scenery, the intricate mesh-work of lakes, and the wild grandeur of the country to the north. It is the lowland district, comparatively tame and uninviting. Not until you reach the Racquette do you get a glimpse of the magnificent scenery which makes this wilder- ness to rival Switzerland. There, on the very 1 *¥ 10 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. ridge-board of the vast water-shed which slopes northward to the St. Lawrence, eastward to the Hudson, and southward to the Mohawk, you can enter upon a voyage the like of which, it is safe to say, the world does not anywhere else furnish. For hundreds of miles I have boated wp and down that wilderness, going ashore only to “carry” around a fall, or across some narrow ridge divid- ing the otherwise connected lakes. For weeks I have paddled my cedar shell in all directions, swinging northerly into the St. Regis chain, west- ward nearly to Potsdam, southerly to the Black River country, and from thence penetrated to that almost unvisited region, the “South Branch,” with- out seeing a face but my guide’s, and the entire circuit, it must be remembered, was through a wilderness yet to echo to the lumberman’s axe. It is estimated that a thousand lakes, many yet unvisited, lie embedded in this vast forest of pine and hemlock. From the summit of a mountain, two years ago, I counted, as seen by my naked eye, forty-four lakes gleaming amid the depths of the wilderness like gems of purest ray amid the folds of emerald-colored velvet. Last summer I met a gentleman on the Racquette who had just received a letter from a brother in Switzerland, an artist by profession, in which he said, that, “ having travelled over all Switzerland, and the Rhine and Rhone region, he had not met with scenery WHY I GO THERE. ISL which, judged from a purely artistic point of view, combined so many beauties in connection with such grandeur as the lakes, mountains, and forest of the Adirondack region presented to the gazer’s eye.” And yet thousands are in Europe to-day as tourists who never gave a passing thought to this marvellous country lying as it were at their very doors. Another reason why I visit the Adirondacks, andurge others to do so, is because I deem the excursion eminently adapted to restore impaired health. Indeed, it is marvellous what benefit physically is often derived from a trip of a few weeks to these woods. To such as are afflicted with that dire parent of ills, dyspepsia, or have lurking in their system consumptive tendencies, I most earnestly recommend a month’s experience among the pines. The air which you there inhale is such as can be found only in high mountainous regions, pure, rarefied, and bracing. The amount of venison steak a consumptive will consume after a week’s residence in that appetizing at- mosphere is a subject of daily and increasing wonder. I have known delicate ladies and fragile school-girls, to whom all food at home was dis- tasteful and eating a pure matter of duty, average a gain of a pound per day for the round trip. This is no exaggeration, as some who will read these lines know, The spruce, hemlock, balsam, 12 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. and pine, which largely compose this wilderness, yield upon the air, and especially at night, all their curative qualities. Many a night have I laid down upon my bed of balsam-boughs and been lulled to sleep by the murmur of waters and the low sighing melody of the pines, while the air was laden with the mingled perfume of cedar, of balsam and the water-lily. Not a few, far advanced in that dread disease, consump- tion, have found in this wilderness renewal of life and health. I recall a young man, the son of wealthy parents in New York, who lay dying in that great city, attended as he was by the best skill that money could secure. A friend calling upon him one day chanced to speak of the Adiron- dacks, and that many had found help from a trip to their region. From that moment he pined for the woods. He insisted on what his family called “his insane idea,” that the mountain air and the aroma of the forest would cure him. It was his daily request and entreaty that he might go. At last his parents consented, the more readily because the physicians assured them that their son’s recovery was impossible, and his death a mere matter of time. They started with him for the north in search of life. When he arrived at the point where he was to meet his guide he was too reduced to walk. The guide seeing his con- dition refused to take him into the woods, fear- —— WHY 1 GO THERE. a ing, as he plainly expressed it, that he would “ die on his hands.” At last another guide was_pre- vailed upon to serve him, not so much for the money, as he afterwards told me, but because he pitied the young man, and felt that “one so near death as he was should be gratified even in his whims.” The boat was half filled with cedar, pine, and balsam boughs, and the young man, carried in the arms of his guide from the house, was laid at full length upon them. The camp utensils were put at one end, the guide seated himself at the other, and the little boat passed with the living and the dying down the lake, and was lost to the group watching them amid the islands to the south. This was in early June. The first week the guide carried the young man on his back over all the portages, lifting him in and out of the boat as he might a child. But the healing properties of the balsam and pine, which were his bed by day and night, began to exert their power. Awake or asleep, he inhaled their fragrance. Their pungent and healing odors penetrated his diseased and irritated lungs. The second day out his cough was less sharp and painful. At the end of the first week he could walk by leaning on the pad- dle. The second week he needed no support. The third week the cough ceased entirely. From that time he improved with wonderful rapidity. 14 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. He “went in” the first of June, carried in the arms of his guide. The second week of Novem- ber he “came out” bronzed as an Indian, and as hearty. In five months he had gained sixty-five pounds of flesh, and flesh, too, “ well packed on,” as they say in the woods. Coming out he car- ried the boat over all portages; the very same over which a few months before the guide had carried him, and pulled as strong an oar as any amateur in the wilderness. His meeting with his family I leave the reader to imagine. The wilderness received him almost a corpse. It re- turned him to his home and the world as happy and healthy a man as ever bivouacked under its pines. This, I am aware, is an extreme case, and, as such, may seem exaggerated; but it is not. I might instance many other cases which, if less startling, are equally corroborative of the general statement. There is one sitting near me, as I write, the color of whose cheek, and the clear brightness of whose eye, cause my heart to go out in ceaseless gratitude to the woods, amid which she found that health and strength of which they are the proof and sign. For five summers have we visited the wilderness. From four to seven weeks, each year, have we breathed the breath of the mountains ; bathed in the waters which sleep at their base; and made our couch at night of SPORTING FACILITIES. 15 moss and balsam-boughs, beneath the whispering trees. I feel, therefore, that I am able to speak from experience touching this matter; and I be- lieve that, all things being considered, no portion of our country surpasses, if indeed any equals, in health-giving qualities, the Adirondack Wilderness. SPORTING FACILITIES: - This wilderness is often called the “ Sportsman’s Paradise” ; and so I hold it to be, when all its ad- vantages are taken into account. If any one goes to the North Woods, expecting to see droves of deer, he will return disappointed. He can find them west and north, around Lake Superior, and on the Plains ; but nowhere east cf the Alleghanies. Or if one expects to find trout averaging three or four pounds, eager to break surface, no matter where or when he casts his fly, he will come back from his trip a “sadder and a wiser man.” If this is his idea of what constitutes a “sportsman’s paradise,” I advise him not to go to the Adirondacks. Deer and trout do not abound there in any such num- bers: and yet there are enough of both to satisfy any reasonable expectation. Gentlemen often ask me to compare the “North Woods” with the “ Maine Wilderness.” The fact is, it 1s difficult to make any comparison between the two sections, 16 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. they are so unlike. But I am willing to give my reasons of preference for the Adirondacks. The fact is, nothing could induce me to visit Maine. If I was going east at all, I should keep on, nor stop until I reached the Provinces. I could never bring my mind to pass a month in Maine, with the North Woods within forty-eight hours of me. I will tell you why. Go where you will, in Maine, the dumbermen have been before you; and lumbermen are the curse and scourge of the wil- derness. Wherever the axe sounds, the pride and beauty of the forest disappear. A lumbered dis- trict is the most areary and dismal region the eye of man ever beheld. The mountaims are not merely shorn of trees, but from base to summit fires, kindled by accident or malicious purpose, have swept their sides, leaving the blackened rocks exposed to the eye, and here and there a few unsightly trunks leaning in all directions, from which all the branches and green foliage have been burnt away. The streams and trout-pools are choked with saw-dust, and filled with slabs and logs. The rivers are blockaded with “booms” and lodged timber, stamped all over the ends with the owner's “mark.” Every eligible site for a camp has been appropriated; and bones, offal, horse-manure, and all the débris of a deserted lumbermen’s village is strewn around, offensive both to eye and nose. The hills and shores are SPORTING FACILITIES. L7 littered with rotten wood, in all stages of decom- position, emitting a damp, mouldy odor, and send- ing forth countless millions of flies, gnats, and mos- quitoes to prey upon you. Now, no number of deer, no quantities of trout, can entice me to such a locality. He who fancies it can go; not I. In the Adirondack Wilderness you escape this. There the lumberman has never been. No axe has sounded along its mountain-sides, or echoed across its peaceful waters. The forest stands as it has stood, from the beginning of time, in all its maj- esty of growth, in all the beauty of its unshorn foliage. No fires have blackened the hills; no logs obstruct the rivers; no saw-dust taints and colors its crystal waters. The promontories which stretch themselves half across its lakes, the islands which hang as if suspended in their waveless and translucent depths, have never been marred by the presence of men careless of all but gain. You choose the locality which best suits your eye, and build your lodge under unscarred trees, and wpon a carpet of moss, untrampled by man or beast. There you live in silence, unbroken by any sounds save such as you yourself may make, away from all the business and cares of civilized life. Another reason of my preference for the Adiron- dack region is based upon the mode and manner in which your sporting is done. Now I do not plead guilty to the vice of laziness. If necessary, I can B 18 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. work, and work sharply; but I have no special love for labor, in itself considered; and certain kinds of work, I am free to confess, I abhor; and if there is one kind of work which I detest more than another, it is tramping; and, above all, tramping through a lumbered district. How the thorns lacerate you! How the brambles tear your clothes and pierce your flesh! How the mesh- work of fallen tree-tops entangles you! I would not walk two miles through such a country for all the trout that swim; and as for ever casting a fly from the slippery surface of an old mill-dam, no one ever saw me do it, nor ever will. I do not say that some may not find amusement in it. I only know that I could not. Now, in the North Woods, owing to their marvellous water-communi- cation, you do all your sporting from your boat. If you wish to go one or ten miles for a “ fish,” your guide paddles you to the spot, and serves you while you handle the rod. This takes from recreation every trace of toil. You have all the excitement of sporting, without any attending physical weariness. And what luxury it is to course along the shores of these secluded lakes, or glide down the winding reaches of these rivers, overhung by the outlying pines, and fringed with water-liles, mingling their fragrance with the odors of cedar and balsam! To me this is better than tramping. I have sported a month at a time, without walking as many miles SPORTING FACILITIES. 19 as there were weeks in the month. To my mind, this peculiarity elevates the Adirondack region above all its rivals, East or West, and more than all else justifies its otherwise pretentious claim as a “Sportsman’s Paradise.” In beauty of scenery, in health-giving qualities, in the easy and romantic manner of its sporting, it 7s a paradise, and so will it continue to be while a deer leaves his track upon the shores of its lakes, or a trout shows himself above the surface of its waters. It is this peculiarity also which makes an excursion to this section so easy and delightful to ladies. There is nothing in the trip which the most delicate and fragile need fear. And it is safe to say, that, of all who go into the woods, none enjoy the experiences more than ladies, and certain it is that none are more benefited by it. But what about game, I hear the reader inquire. Are deer plenty? Is the fishing good? Well, I reply, every person has his own standard by which to measure a locality, and therefore it is difficult to answer with precision. Moreover, it is not alone the presence of game which makes good sporting. Many other considerations, such as the skill of the sportsman, and the character and ability of the guide, enter into this problem and make the solution difficult. A poor shot, and a green hand at the rod, will have poor success anywhere, no matter how good the sporting is; 20 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. and I have known parties to be “starved out,” where other men, with better guides, were meeting with royal success. With a guide who under- stands his business, I would undertake to feed a party of twenty persons the season through, and seldom should they sit down to a meal lacking either trout or venison. I passed six weeks on the Racquette last summer, and never, save at one meal, failed to see both of the two delicious arti- cles of diet on my table. Generally speaking, no imconvenience is experienced in this direction. Always observing the rule, not to kill more than the camp can eat, which a true sportsman never transgresses, I have paddled past more deer within easy range than I ever lifted my rifle at. The same is true in reference to trout. I have unjointed my rod when the water was alive with leaping fish, and experienced more pleasure as I sat and saw them rise for food or play, than any thoughtless violator of God’s laws could feel in wasting the stores which Nature so bountifully opens for our need. I am not in favor of “game laws,” passed for the most part in the interest of the few and the rich, to the deprivation of the poor and the many, but I would that fine and imprisonment both might be the punishment of him who, in defiance of every humane instinct and reverential feeling, out of mere love for “sport,” as some are pleased to call it, directs a » WHAT IT COSTS. pall ball or hooks a fish when no necessity demands it. Such ruthless destruction of life is slaughter, — coarse, cruel, unjustifiable butchery. Palliate it who may, practise it who can, it is just that and nothing short. To sum up what I have thus far written, I say to all brother sportsmen, that, all things considered, the sporting, both with rifle and rod, in the North Woods is good, — good enough to satisfy any reasonable desire. In this, please remember that I refer to the wilderness proper, and not to the lumbered and inhabited and there- fore over-hunted borders of it. I have known parties to take board at North Elba, or Malone, or Luzerne, and yet insist that they “had been into the Adirondacks.” WHAT ET COSTS. This I know to some is a matter of no interest at all, but to others, among whom, unfortunately, the writer must number himself, it is a matter of vital importance. The committee on “ways and means” in our “house” is the most laborious of all, and the six years a little woman has held the chairmanship of it has made her exceedingly cautious and conservative. Some very interest- ing debates occur before this committee, and no demur on the part of the defeated party, as I have 22 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. often found, can change the unalterable decision. What is true in the case of the writer is largely true in respect to the majority of the profession to which he belongs. Yet it is in the ministry that you find the very men who would be the most benefited by this trip. Whether they should go as sportsmen or tourists, or in both capacities, a visit to the North Woods could not fail of giving them precisely such a change as is most desirable, and needed by them. In the wilderness they would find that perfect relaxation which all jaded minds require. In its vast solitude is a total absence of sights and sounds and duties, which keep the clergyman’s brain and heart strung up, the long year through, to an intense, unnatural, and often fatal tension. There, from a thousand sources of invigoration, flow into the exhausted mind and enfeebled body currents of strength and life. There sleep woos you as the shadows deepen along the lake, and retains you in its gentle em- brace until frightened away by the guide’s merry call to breakfast. You would be astonished to learn, if I felt disposed to tell you, how many con- secutive hours a certain minister sleeps during the first week of his annual visit to the woods! Ah me, the nights I have passed in the woods! How they haunt me with their sweet, suggestive memories of silence and repose! How harshly the steel-shod hoofs smite against the flinty pavement WHAT IT COSTS. Zo beneath my window, and clash with rude inter- ruptions upon my ear as I sit recalling the tran- quil hours I have spent beneath the trees! What restful slumber was mine; and not less gently than the close of day itself did it fall upon me, as I stretched myself upon my bed of balsam- boughs, with Rover at my side, not twenty feet from the shore where the ripples were playing coyly with the sand, and lulled by the low mono- tonesof the pines, whose branches were my only shelter from the dew which gathered like gems upon their spear-like stems, sank, as a falling star fades from sight, into forgetfulness. And then the waking! The air fresh with the aroma of the wilderness. The morning blowing its perfumed breezes into your face. The drip, drip of the odorous gum in the branches overhead, and the colors of russet, of orange, and of gold streaking the eastern sky. After three or four nights of such slumber, the sleeper realizes the force and beauty of the great poet’s apostrophe, — “Sleep, that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, Chief nourisher in life’s feast.” If every church would make up a purse, and pack its worn and weary pastor off to the North Woods for a four weeks’ jaunt, in the hot months of July and August, it would doa 24 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. very sensible as well as pleasant act. For when the good dominie came back swarth and tough as an Indian, elasticity in his step, fire in his eye, depth and clearness in his reinvigorated voice, wouldn't there be some preaching! And what texts he would have from which to talk to the little folks in the Sabbath school! How their bright eyes would open and enlarge as he narrated his adventures, and told them how the good Father feeds the fish that swim, and clothes the mink and beaver with their warm and sheeny fur. The preacher sees God in the original there, and often translates him better from his unwritten works than from his written word. He will get more instructive spiritual material from such a trip than from all the “Sabbath-school festi- vals” and “pastoral tea-parties” with which the poor, smiling creature was ever tormented. It is astonishing how much a loving, spiritually-minded people can bore their minister. If I had a spite against any clerical brother, and felt wicked enough to indulge it, I would get his Sabbath- school superintendent, a female city missionary, and several “ local visitors,” with an agent of some Western college thrown in for variety, and set them all on to him! “But how much does it cost to take such a trip ?” I hear some good deacon inquire ; “ perhaps we may feel disposed to take your advice.” WHAT IT COSTS. 295 =) Well, I will tell you; and I shall make a liberal estimate, for I do not think it hurts a minister to travel in comfortable style any more than it does Mr. Farewell and Brother Have- enough. And if he shall chance to find a ten- dollar greenback in his vest-pocket after he has reached home it will not come amiss, I warrant you. I estimate the cost thus : — Gtide-hire, $2.50 per day; board for self and ewide while in the woods, $2.00 each per week ; miscellanies (here is where the ten-dollar green- backs come in), $25.00. If he feels disposed to take a companion, he can do so (many go in couples), and thereby divide the cost of guide-hire, making it only $1.25 per day. But I would not advise one to do this, especially if his expenses are paid. Fifty dollars will pay one’s travelling expenses both ways, from Boston to the Lower Saranac Lake, where you can meet your guide. From New York the expense is about the same. It is safe to say that one hundred and twenty-five dollars will pay all the expenses of a trip of a month’s duration in the wilderness. I know of no other excursion in which such a small sum of money will return such per cent in health, pleasure, and profit. 26 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. OU Then. There is no one rule by which to be governed in this respect. Personal tastes and means con- trol one in this matter. Generally speaking, outfits are too elaborate and cumbersome. Some men go into the woods as if they were to pass the winter within the polar circle, supphed with fur caps, half a dozen pair of gloves, heavy overcoat, three or four thick blankets, and any amount of use- less impedimenta. Dry-goods clerks and students seem to affect this style the most. I remember run- ning against a pair of huge alligator-leather boots, leaning against a tree, one day when crossing the “Carry” from Forked Lake around the rapids, and upon examination discovered a young under- graduate of a college not a thousand miles from Boston inside of them. It was about the middle of August, and the thermometer stood at 90° Fahrenheit. Some half a mile farther on we met the guide sweating and swearing under a pack of blankets, rubber suits, and the like, heavy enough to frighten a tramping Jew-pedler ; and he declared that “that confounded Boston fool had brought in a boat-load of clothes,’ which we found to be nigh to the truth when we reached the end of the “carry,” where the canoe was. Now I wish that every reader who may visit the Adirondacks, male or female, would remember that a good- OUTFIT. 27 sized valise or carpet-bag will hold all the clothes any one person needs for a two months’ trip in the wilderness, beyond what he wears in. Be sure to wear and take in nothing but woollen and flannel. The air at night is often quite cool, even in midsummer, and one must dress warmly. The following list comprises the “ essentials” : — Complete undersuit of woollen or flannel, with a “ change.” Stout pantaloons, vest, and coat. Felt hat. Two pairs of stockings. Pair of common winter boots and camp shoes. Rubber blanket or coat. One pair pliable buckskin gloves, with chamois- skin gauntlets tied or buttoned at the elbow. Hunting-knife, belt, and a pint tin cup. To these are to be added a pair of warm woollen blankets, wneut, and a few articles of luxury, such as towel, soap, etc. The above is a good service- able outfit, and, with the exception of the blan- kets, can readily be packed in a carpet-bag, which is easily stowed in the boat and carried over the “portages.” In this connection, it should be re- membered that the Adirondack boats, while being models of lightness and speed, are small, and will not bear overloading. On the average they are some fifteen feet long, three feet wide at the mid= dle, sharp at both ends, some ten inches deep, 28 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. and weigh from sixty to ninety pounds. Small and light as these boats are, they will sustain three men and all they really need in the way of baggage, but it 1s essential, as the reader can see, that no unnecessary freight be taken along by a party. Nothing is better calculated to make a guide cross and sour than an over-supply of per- sonal baggage, and I advise all who attempt the trip to confine themselves very nearly to the above list. They will find that it is abundant. For sporting outfit, this will suffice : — One rifle and necessary ammunition. One light, single-handed fly-rod, with “ flies.” For rifles I prefer the “ Ballard” or “ Maynard” among breech-loaders. No shot-guns should be taken. They are a nuisance and a pest. In respect to “flies,” do not overload your book. This is a good assortment : — Hackles, black, red, and brown, six each. Avoid small hooks and imported “ French flies.” Let the “flies” be made on hooks from Nos. 3 to 1, Limerick size. All “fancy flies” discard. They are good for nothing generally, unless it be to show to your lady friends. In addition to the “ Hackles,” Canada fly (6), —an excellent fly. Green drake (6). Red ibis (6). Small salmon flies (6),— best of all. OUTFIT. 29 If in the fall of the year, take English blue-jay (6). Gray drake (6), — good. Last, but not least, a large, stoutly woven land- ing-net. This is enough. I know that what I say touch- ing the salmon flies will astonish some, but I do not hesitate to assert that with two dozen small- sized salmen flies I should feel myself well pro- vided for a six weeks’ sojourn in the wilderness. Of course you can add to the above list many serviceable flies; my own book is stocked with a dozen dozens of all sizes and colors, but the above is a good practical outfit, and all one really needs. If you are unaccustomed to “fly fishing,” and prefer to “grub it” with ground bait (and good sport can be had with bait fishing too), get two or three dozens short-shanked, good-sized hooks, hand tied to strong cream-colored snells, and you are well provided. If you can find worms, they make the best bait ; if not, cut out a strip from a chub, and, loading your line with shot, yank it along through the water some foot or more under the sur- face, as when fishing for pickerel. I have had trout many times rise and take such a bait, even when skuttered along on the top of the water. To every fly-fisher my advice is, be sure and take plenty of casting-lines. Have some six, others nine feet long There are lines made out of “sea snell.” 30 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. These are the best. Never select a bright, glisten- ing gut. Always search for the creamy looking ones. The entire outfit need not cost (rod ex- cepted) over ten dollars, and for all practical purposes is as good as one costing a hundred. WAR By FP Oo BU Yao Awake Tir Be Tn New York, go to Conroy, Bissett, & Malleson, Fulton Street. This house is noted for its rods. No better smele-handed fly-rod can be had than you can obtain at Conroy’s. \ ] MY JACK. x SABBATH IN THE WOODS. AROSE early, that I might behold the glory of morning among the mountains. As my eyes opened, the eastern sky was already over- spread as with a thin silvery veil, with the least trace of amber and gold amid the threads; while one solitary star, like a great opal, hung suspended in the translucent atmosphere, with its rich heart glowing with red and yellow flame. My camp was made on the very ridge-board of the continent. Below me, to the south, stretched the silurian beach, upon which, as Agassiz believes, the first ripples broke when God commanded the dry land to appear. As I lay reflecting upon the assertion of science, —that these mountains were among the first to rise out of the Profound, that here the continent had its infancy, that amid these heights the earth began to take shape and form, — J seemed to be able to overlook the world. Nor was it at the cost of any great effort of the imagination that I seemed to hear, as the dawn brightened in the east and the rose tints deepened along the sky, as-the darkness melted, the vapors floated up, and 9 uM 194 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. the atmosphere grew tremulous as the lance-like beams began to pierce it, the Voice which, in the beginning, said, “ Let there be light!” As I gazed, novel emotions arose within me. The experience was fresh and solemn. The air was cool, delicious. The earth was clothed as a queen in bridal robes ; and Morn, with garments steeped in sweet- smelling odors, her golden curls unbound and lifted by unseen winds, streaming abroad as a yellow mist, — like a maiden at the lattice of her lover, — stood knocking at the windows of the East, and saying: “Open to me, my love, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.” If a person would know how sensitive his na- ture is, how readily it responds to every exhibition of beauty and power, how thoroughly adapted it is, in all its faculties, to religious impressions, he must leave the haunts of men,— where every sight and sound distracts his attention, and checks the free exercises of his soul,—and, amid the silence of the woods, hold communion with his Maker. It is the szlence of the wilderness which most impresses me. The hours of the Sabbath pass noiselessly. No voice of conversation, no sound of hurrying feet, no clangor of bells, no roll of wheels, disturb your meditations. You do not feel like reading or talking or singing. The heart needs neither hymn nor prayer to express its emo- SABBATH IN THE WOODS. 195 tions. Even the Bible lies at your side unlifted. The letters seem dead, cold, insufficient. You feel as if the very air was God, and you had passed into that land where written revelation is not needed ; for you see the Infinite as eye to eye, and feel him in you and above you and on all sides. It is true, at intervals, you turn to the Bible. You have your reading moods, when some apt passage, some appro- priate selection or chapter, is read, with a profit and rapture never before experienced. But this mood I believe to be the exception. Ordinarily, the spirit is above the letter. The action of eye and voice in- terfere with the sentiment. You do not want to read, but think. When you feel the presence of a friend, have his hand in yours, see him at your very side, you do not need to take up a letter and read that he is with you. So with God: in the silence of the woods the soul apprehends him instinctively. He is everywhere. In the fir and pine, which, like the tree of life, shed their leaves every month, and are forever green; in the water at your feet, which no paddle has ever vexed and no taint pol- luted, rivalling that which is as “ pure as crystal” ; in the mountains, which, in every literature, have been associated with the Deity, you see Him who of old time was conceived of as a “ Dweller among the hills.” With such symbols and manifestations of God around, you need not go to the lettered page to learn of him. The Bible, with its print and 196 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. paper, is a hindrance rather than a help. Like » glass with too narrow a field, it concentrates the vision too much. It clips the wings of the imagi- nation, and narrows the circle of its flight. The spirit which, for the first time, perhaps, has escaped the bonds of formal worship, for the first time tasted of freedom and tested its capacities to soar, returns regretfully to the restraint and bondage of book and speech. It takes these up as an angel, whose hands have once swept a heavenly harp, touches again the strings of an earthly instru- ment. This I have always observed, that the memory is unusually active, and takes great delight in recalling texts of Scripture and devotional hymns, when brought under the influence of nature. Pas- sages from the Psalms, which I do not remember that I ever committed ; fragments of old and solemn hymns, hewn I know not from what block, long forgotten if ever learned ; snatches of holy melody, — echoes awakened by what voice you cannot tell come floating back upon you, or rise at the bidding of the will. Often have I said to myself, “ Alas ! even memory is in bondage to sin.” Nature, through her refining and spiritualizing agencies, emancipates it; and sweet is it to think that, by and by, when our grossness is entirely purged away, all pure things pass. «=7 or forgotten will come back to us, and the past, in reference to what- SABBATH IN THE WOODS. 197 ever of goodness and truth it had in it, will be, to the holy, an eternal present. Such has been my experience, in reference to religious impressions, felt amid the solitude of forests. It takes more than one season to analyze your emotions. The mind, for a while deprived of the customary re- straints and incitements of forms and ceremonies, is in a chaotic state. Thoughts come and go with- out order. Emotions are irregular and inconstant. The Occidental cast of intellect which conceives of God largely through the reason, changes slowly into the Oriental. It analyzes less, but it adores far more. The religion of the forest is emotional and poetic. No mathematician was ever born amid the pines. The Psalms could never have been written by one not inspired by the breath of the hills. The soul, when it spreads its wings for flight upward, must start from the summit of moun- tains. It must have the help of altitude, or no movement of wings will lift it. And I dare to say that he who has never passed a Sabbath amid the solemn loneliness of an uninhabited region, has never knelt in prayer at the base of overhanging mountains, has never fallen asleep with no roof above him but that of the heavens, and no protec- tion from the dangers which lurk amid the dark. ness of the night season save the watchful care of God, can realize little the significance of these twe words, — Adoration and Faith. 198 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. The day wore on as I mused. The sun passed the meridian line, and soon the shadows of the pines and hills began to stretch their cone-like forma- tions out toward the east. As I gazed upon the landscape, with a hundred mountains within sweep of my eye, at whose feet lake after lake lay in peace- ful repose, and between which numberless streams flowed, gleaming amid the forests of pine and fir as threads of silver woven into a robe of Lincoln- green, I thought of the words of Isaiah: “I will open rivers in high places, and fountains in the midst of the valleys. I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water.” “The beast of the field shall honor me, and the owls, because I give waters in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.” And I said to myself, “Surely He sendeth the springs into the valleys, which run among the hills.” About three o’clock in the after- noon, as I sat looking out upon the lake, a heavy jar shook the earth, and simultaneously the air vi- brated with the sound of thunder. Turning my eyes toward the west, I perceived a whitish mist gathering along the mountains, while a few ragged scuds came racing up from behind it, and I knew that in the valleys westward columns of storm were moving to the onset. Amid this mountainous region tempests give brief warning of their approach. Walled in as these lakes are by mountains, behind which the SABBATH IN THE WOODS. 199 cloud gathers unseen, the coming of a storm is like the spring of a tiger. A sudden peal of thunder, a keen shaft of lightning which cuts through the atmosphere in front of your startled vision, a puff of air, or the spinning of a whirlwind across the lake, and the tempest is upon you. So was it now. Even as I gazed into the white mist, a heavy bank of jet-black cloud rose up through its feathery depths, unrolled itself as a battery unlimbers for battle, and the next instant a sheet of flame darted out of its very centre, and the air seemed rent into fragments by the concussion. Here was an exhi- bition of grandeur and power such as one seldom beholds ; and yet it did not seem out of harmony with the day. Behold, I said to myself, the sym- pol of the old dispensation. Here is Sinai, the terror, and the cloud; here is law and judgment, vengeance and wrath. And there, I said, turning to the eastern ridge, upon whose crest the sun, not yet obscured, shone warmly, is the symbol of the new, — of Calvary, its light and love. Warned by the scattering drops which, plunging through the air, smote like shot upon the beach and water, I hastened to the lodge ; and as, seated in the door, I gazed into the dark masses now rolled in wild convolutions together, — through whose gloomy folds the winds roared and rushed, tearing the dark- ness Jnto sbreds, and scattering black patches on every side,~- I thonght of Him who “clothes the 200 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. heavens with blackness, and makes sackcloth their covering.” The storm passed. The cloud toward the west grew thinner, and broke into rifts and ridges, through which the sun sent its radiance in diverg- ing columns. As the beams deepened and spread across the cloud, an arch of purple and gold began to creep over it. Beginning at the southern and northern extremities, the colors clomb upward un- til they joined themselves together at the centre, and there, with two mountains for its pedestals, the magnificent arch stood spanning the inky mass from north to south; and as I sat silently gazing upon the resplendent symbols of God’s abiding mercy, which stood out in full relief against the sombre cloud, in whose bosom might still be heard the roll of thunder, I remembered the language of Ezekiel, where he says, “I fell upon my face, and I heard a voice of one that spake ; for the appear- ance was of the likeness of the glory of the Lord.” Suddenly the colors faded away. The sun had called home his beams, and the glory of their re- flection deserted the cloud. I turned my eyes to the west, and up to the summit of the mountain overhanging our camp. For a moment the glowing orb stood as though balanced on the top of the pines; for a moment lake and forest and mountain were ablaze with its radiance ; the next it dropped from sight. The dark trees gloomily outlined themselves SABBATH IN THE WOODS. 201 against the clear blue of the sky ; and, as the shad- ows deepened, I thought of the day foretold in the Apocalypse, when “our sun shall no more go down, neither shall the moon withdraw herself. For the Lord shall be our everlasting light, and the days of our mourning shall be ended.” The day was over. Night spread her sable wings over the camp, and the lake darkened under the shadow. On the sky and highest peaks a few patches of crimson were still visible. For a few moments an aureole lingered around the head of Blue Mountain. The pines which adorn its crest gleamed like the rich plume of a king when he rideth at noonday to battle. One instant the beams lingered lovingly about the summit, and then, obedient to a summons from the west, flew to join their companions in another hemi- sphere. And now began tke marvellous transfor- mations from day to night. The clouds were rolled together and lifted from sight. Unseen hands flung out new tapestry for the skies, and lighted lamps innumerable around the circling galleries, as though the Sabbath had passed from earth, and the heavens were being made ready for service. If the day had been suggestive, much more so was the night. To the north the Dipper hung suspended royally against the blue of the sky, journeying in silent revolution around the polar star. Farther eastward, and higher up, the mourn- QO Vv 202 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. ful Pleiades began their nightly search for their lost sister. In the zenith a meteor wavered and trem- bled for a moment, then fell and faded away. “A wandering star,” I said, “to which is reserved the blackness of darkness forever.” The balsams felt the dew, and from their pendant spears dropped odors. I rolled myself in my blanket, and lay gazing upward. A thousand recollections thronged upon me; a thousand hopes rose up within me. The heavens elicited confidence, and unto them I breathed my aspirations. I felt that He who tell- eth the number of the stars took note of me. The Spirit which garnished the heavens would grant me audience. I approached Him reverently, and yet with confidence, for I remembered that it is writ- ten, “the heavens shall vanish away like smoke, and the earth shall wax old lke a garment, but my salvation shall be forever, and my righteous- ness shall not be abolished.” Then, without help of book or spoken word, I committed myself to Him, in whose sight the night is as the day ; and, alone in that vast wilder- ness, far from home and friends, I closed my eyes and slept as one who sleeps on a guarded bed. XI. A RIDE WITH A MAD HORSE IN A FREIGHT-CAR. HOULD the reader ever visit the south inlet of Racquette Lake, — one of the loveliest bits of water in the Adirondack Wilderness,—at the lower end of the pool, below the falls, on the left- hand side going up, he will see the charred rem- nants of a camp-fire. It was there that the fol- lowing story was first told, — told, too, so graphi- cally, with such vividness, that I found little diffi- culty, when writing it out from memory, two months later, in recalling the exact words of the narrator in almost every instance. It was in the month of July, 1868, that John and I, having located our permanent camp on Constable’s Point, were lying off and on, as sailors say, about the lake, pushing our explorations on all sides out of sheer love of novelty and abhorrence of idleness. We were returning, late one afternoon of a hot, sultry day, froma trip to Shedd Lake, —a lonely, out-of-the-way spot which few sportsmen have ever visited, — and had reached the falls on South Inlet just after sunset. As we were getting 204 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. short of venison, we decided to lie by awhile, and float down the river on our way to camp, in hope of meeting a deer. To this end we had gone ashore at this point, and, kindling a small fire, were waiting for denser darkness. We had barely started the blaze, when the tap of a carelessly handled paddle against the side of a boat warned us that we should soon have company, and in a moment two boats glided around the curve below, and were headed directly toward our bivouac. The boats contained two gentlemen and their guides. We gave them a cordial, hunter-like greeting, and, lighting our pipes, were soon engaged in cheerful conversation, spiced with story-telling. It might have been some twenty minutes or more, when another boat, smaller than you ordinarily see even on those waters, containing only the paddler, came noiselessly around the bend below, and stood re- vealed in the reflection of the firelight. I chanced to be sitting in such a position as to command a full view of the curve in the river, or I should not have known of any approach, for the boat was so sharp and light, and he who urged it along so skilled at the paddle, that not a ripple, no, nor the sound of a drop of water falling from blade or shaft, betrayed the paddler’s presence. If there is any- thing over which I become enthusiastic, it is such a boat and such paddling. To seea boat of bark or cedar move through the water noiselessly as a cloud A RIDE WITH A MAD HORSE IN A CAR. 205 shadow drifts across a meadow, no jar or creak above, no gurgling of displaced water below, no whirling and rippling wake astern, is something bordering so nearly on the weird and ghostly, that custom can never make it seem other than marvel- lous to me. Thus, as I sat, half reclining, and saw that little shell come floating airily out of the dark- ness into the projection of the firelight, as a feather might come, blown by the night-wind, I thought I had never seen a prettier or more fairy-like sight. None of the party save myself were so seated as to look down stream, and I wondered which of the three guides would first discover the presence of the approaching boat. Straight onit came. Light as a piece of finest cork it sat upon and glided over the surface of the river; no dip and roll, no drop of falling water as the paddle-shaft gently rose and sank. The paddler, whoever he might be, knew his art thoroughly. He sat erect and motionless, the turn of the wrists, and the easy elevation of his arms as he feathered his paddle, were the only movements visible. But for these, the gazer might deem him a statue carved from the material of the boat, a mere inanimate part of it. I have boated much in bark canoe and cedar shell alike, and John and I have stolen on many a camp that never knew our coming or our going, with paddles which touched the water as snow-flakes touch the earth ; and well I knew, asI sat gazing at this man, 206 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. that not one boatman, red man or white, in a hun- dred could handle a paddle like that. The quick ear of John, when the stranger was within thirty feet of the landing, detected the lightest possible touch of a lly-pad against the side of the boat as it just grazed it glancing by, and his “ Hist!” and sudden motion toward the river drew the attention of the whole surprised group thither. The boat elided to the sand so gently as barely to disturb a erain, and the paddler, noiseless in all his move- ments, stepped ashore and entered our circle. “ Well, stranger,” said John, “I don’t know how long your fingers have polished a paddle-shaft, but it is n't every man who can push a boat up ten rods of open water within twenty feet of my back without my knowing it.” The stranger laughed pleasantly, and, without making any direct reply, lighted his pipe and joined in the conversation. He was tall in stature, wiry, and bronzed. An ugly cicatrice stretched on the left side of his face, from temple almost down to chin. His eyes were dark gray, frank, and genial. I concluded at once that he was a gentleman, and had seen service. Before he joined us, we had been whiling away the time by story-telling, and John was at the very crisis of an adventure with a panther, when his quick ear detected the stranger’s approach. Explaining this to him, I told John to resume his story, which he did. Thus A RIDE WITH A MAD HORSE IN A CAR. 207 half an hour passed quickly, all of us relating some “experience.” At last I proposed that Mr. Roberts —for so we will call him — should entertain us; “and,” continued I, “if Iam right in my surmise that you have seen service and been under fire, give us some adventure or incident which may have befallen you during the war.” He complied, and then and there, gentle reader, I heard from his lips the story which, for the entertainment of friends, I afterward wrote out. It left a deep im- pression upon all who heard it around our camp- fire under the pines that night ;and from the mind of one I know has never been erased the impres- sion made by the story, which I have named A RIDE WITH A MAD HORSE IN A FREIGHT- CAR. “Well,” said the stranger, as he loosened his belt and stretched himself in an easy, recumbent posi- tion, “it is not more than fair that I should throw something into the stock of common entertain- ment; but the story I am to tell you isa sad one, and, I fear, will not add to the pleasure of the evening. As youdesire it, however, and it comes in the line of the request that I would narrate some personal episode of the war, I will tell it, and trust the impression will not be altogether unpleas- ant. 208 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. “Tt was at the battle of Malvern Hill, —a battle where the carnage was more frightful, as it seems to me, than in any this side of the Alleghanies dur- ing the whole war, — that my story must begin. I was then serving as Major in the —th Massachu- setts Regiment, — the old —th, as we used to call it, —and a bloody time the boys had of it too. About 2 Pp. M., we had been sent out to skirmish along the edge of the wood in which, as our gen- erals suspected, the Rebs lay massing for a charge across the slope, upon the crest of which our army was posted. We had barely entered the under- brush when we met the heavy formations of Ma- gruder in the very act of charging. Of course, our thin line of skirmishers was no impediment to those onrushing masses. They were on us and over us before we could get out of the way. I do not think that half of those running, screaming masses of men ever knew that they had passed over the remnants of as plucky a regiment as ever came out of the old Bay State. But many of the boys had good reason to remember that after- noon at the base of Malvern Hill, and I among the number ; for when the last line of Rebs had passed over me, I was left amid the bushes with the breath nearly trampled out of me, and an ugly bayonet-gash through my thigh ; and mighty little consolation was it for me at that moment to see the fellow who run me through lying stark dead at my side, A RIDE WITH A MAD dORSE IN A CAR. 209 with a bullet-hole in his head, his shock of coarse black hair matted with blood, and his stony eyes looking into mine. Well, I bandaged up my limb the best I might, and started to crawl away, for our batteries had opened, and the grape and canis- ter that came hurtling down the slope passed but a few feet over my head. It was slow and painful work, as you can imagine, but at last, by dint of perseverance, I had dragged myself away to the left of the direct range of the batteries, and, creep- ing to the verge of the wood, looked off over the ereen slope. I understood by the crash and roar of the guns, the yells and cheers of the men, and that hoarse murmur which those who have been in battle know, but which I cannot describe in words, that there was hot work going on out there ; but never have I seen, no, not in that three days’ desperate mé/ée at the Wilderness, nor at that ter- rific repulse we had at Cold Harbor, such absolute slaughter as I saw that afternoon on the green slope of Malvern Hill. The guns of the entire army were massed on the crest, and thirty thousand of our infantry lay, musket in hand, in front. For eight hundred yards the hill sank in easy declen- sion to the wood, and across the smooth expanse the Rebs must charge to reach our lines. It was nothing short of downright insanity to order men to charge that hill; and so his generals told Lee, but he would not listen to reason that day, and so N 210 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. he sent regiment after regiment, and brigade after brigade, and division after division, to certain death. Talk about Grant’s disregard of human life, his effort at Cold Harbor — and I ought to know, for I got a minie in my shoulder that day — was hope- ful and easy work to what Lee laid on Hill’s and Magruder’s divisions at Malvern. It was at the close of the second charge, when the yelling mass reeled back from before the blaze of those sixty guns and thirty thousand rifles, even as they began. to break and fly backward toward the woods, that I saw from the spot where I lay a riderless horse break out of the confused and flying mass, and, with mane and tail erect and spreading nostril, come dashing obliquely down the slope. Over fallen steeds and heaps of the dead she leaped with a motion as airy as that of the flying fox, when, fresh and unjaded, he leads away from the hounds, whose sudden cry has broken him off from hunt- ing mice amid the bogs of the meadow. So this riderless horse came vaulting along. Now from my earliest boyhood I have had what horsemen call a ‘weakness’ for horses. Only give me a colt of wild, irregular temper and fierce blood to tame, and I am perfectly happy. Never did lash of mine, singing with cruel sound through the air, fall on such a colt’s soft hide. Never did yell or kick send his hot blood from heart to head delug- ing his sensitive brain with fiery currents, driving A RIDE WITH A MAD HORSE IN A CAR. 211 him to frenzy or blinding him with fear; but touches, soft and gentle as a woman’s, caressing words, and oats given from the open palm, and unfailing kindness, were the means I used to ‘sub- jugate’ him. Sweet subjugation, both to him who subdues and to him who yields! The wild, unmannerly, and unmanageable colt, the fear of horsemen the country round, finding in you, not an enemy but a friend, receiving his daily food from you, and all those little ‘nothings’ which go as far with a horse as a woman, to win and retain affection, grows to look upon you as his protector and friend, and testifies in countless ways his fond- ness for you. So when I saw this horse, with action so free and motion so graceful, amid that storm of bullets, my heart involuntarily went out to her, and my feelings rose higher and higher at every leap she took from amid the whirlwind of fire and lead. And as she plunged at last over a little hillock out of range and came careering toward me as only a riderless horse might come, her head flung wildly from side to side, her nostrils widely spread, her flank and shoulders flecked with foam, her eye dilating, I forgot my wound and all the wild roar of battle, and, lifting myself invol- untarily to a sitting posture as she swept grandly by, gave her a ringing cheer. “Perhaps in the sound of a human voice of happy mood amid the awful din she recognized a 212 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. resemblance to the voice of him whose blood moistened her shoulders and was even yet dripping from saddle and housings. Be that as it may, no sooner had my voice sounded than she flung her head with a proud upward movement into the air, swerved sharply to the left, neighed as she might to a master at morning from her stall, and came trotting directly up to where I lay, and pausing, looked down upon me as it were in compassion. I spoke again, and stretched out my hand caress- ingly. She pricked her ears, took a step forward and lowered her nose until it came in contact with my palm. Never did I fondle anything more ten- derly, never did I see an animal which seemed to so court and appreciate human tenderness as that beautiful mare. I say ‘ beautiful.” No other word might describe her. Never will her image fade froia my memory while memory lasts. “In weight she might have turned, when well conditioned, nine hundred and fifty pounds. In color she was a dark chestnut, with a velvety depth and soft look about the hair indescribably rich and elegant. Many a time have I heard ladies dispute the shade and hue of her plush-like coat as they ran their white, jewelled fingers through her silken hair. Her body was round in the barrel, and perfectly symmetrical. She was wide in the haunches, without projection of the hip-bones, upon which the shorter ribs seemed to A RIDE WITH A MAD HORSE IN A CAR. 213 lap. High in the withers as she was, the line of her back and neck perfectly curved, while her deep, oblique shoulders and long thick fore-arm, ridgy with swelling sinews, suggesting the perfec- tion of stride and power. Her knees across the pan were wide, the cannon-bone below them short and thin; the pasterns long and sloping ; her hoofs round, dark, shiny, and well set on. Her mane was a shade darker than her coat, fine and thin, as a thoroughbred’s always is whose blood is with- out taint or cross. Her ear was thin, sharply pointed, delicately curved, nearly black around the borders, and as tremulous as the leaves of an aspen. Her neck rose from the withers to the head in perfect curvature, hard, devoid of fat, and well cut up under the chops. Her nostrils were full, very full, and thin almost as parchment. The eyes, from which tears might fall or fire flash, were well brought out, soft as a gazelle’s, almost human in their intelligence, while over the small bony head, over neck and shoulders, yea, over the whole body and clean down to the hoofs, the veins stood out as if the skin were but tissue-paper against which the warm blood pressed, and which it might at any moment burst asunder. ‘A perfect animal, I said to myself, as I lay looking her over, —‘an animal which might have been born from the wind and the sunshine, so cheerful and so swift she seems ; an animal which a man would present as his 214 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. choicest gift to the woman he loved, and yet one which that woman, wife or lady-love, would yive him to ride when honor and life depended on bot- tom and speed.’ “All that afternoon the beautiful mare stood over me, while away to the right of us the hoarse tide of battle flowed and ebbed. What charm, what delusion of memory, held her there? Was my face to her as the face of her dead master, sleeping a sleep from which not even the wildest roar of battle, no, nor her cheerful neigh at morn- ing, would ever wake him? Or is there in animals some instinct, answering to our intuition, only more potent, which tells them whom to trust and whom to avoid? I know not, and yet some such sense they may have, they must have; or else why should this mare so fearlessly attach her- self to me? By what process of reason or in- stinct I know not, but there she chose me for her master ; for when some of my men at dusk came searching, and found me, and, laying me on a stretcher, started toward our lines, the mare, un- compelled, of her own free will, followed at my side; and all through that stormy night of wind and rain, as my men struggled along through the mud and mire toward Harrison’s Landing, the mare followed, and ever after, until she died, was with me, and was mine, and I, so far as man might be, was hers. I named her Gulnare. A RIDE WITH A MAD HORSE IN A CAR. 215 “As quickly as my wound permitted, I was transported to Washington, whither I took the mare with me. Her fondness for me grew daily, and soon became so marked as to cause universal com- ment. I had her boarded, while in Washington, at the corner of — Street and Avenue. The groom had instructions to lead her round to the window against which was my bed, at the hospital, twice every day, so that by opening the sash I might reach out my hand and pet her. But the second day, no sooner had she reached the street than she broke suddenly from the groom and dashed away at full speed. I was lying, bolstered up in bed, reading, when I heard the rush of flying feet, and in an instant, with a joyful neigh, she checked herself in front of my window. And when the nurse lifted the sash, the beautiful creature thrust her head through the aperture, and rubbed her nose against my shoulderlikeadog. I am not ashamed to say that I put both my arms around her neck, and, burying my face in her silken mane, kissed her again and again. Wounded, weak, and away from home, with only strangers to wait upon me, and scant service at that, the affection of this lovely creature for me, so tender and touching, seemed almost hu- man, and my heart went out to her beyond any power of expression, as to the only being, of all the thousands around me, who thought of me and loved me. Shortly after her appearance at my 216 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. window, the groom, who had divined where he should find her, came into the yard. But she would not allow him to come near her, much less touch her. If he tried to approach she would lash out at him with her heels most spitefully, and then, laying back her ears and opening her mouth sav- agely, would make a short dash at him, and, as the terrified African disappeared around the corner of the hospital, she would wheel, and, with a face bright as a happy child’s, come trotting to the win- dow for me to pet her. I shouted to the groom to go back to the stable, for I had no doubt but that she would return to her stall when I closed the window. Rejoiced at the permission, he departed. After some thirty minutes, the last ten of which she was standing with her slim, delicate head in my lap, while I braided her foretop and combed out her silken mane, I lifted her head, and, pat- ting her softly on either cheek, told her that she must ‘go’ I gently pushed her head out of the window and closed it, and then, holding up my hand, with the palm turned toward her, charged her, making the appropriate motion, to ‘go away right straight back to her stable.” Fora mo- ment she stood looking steadily at me with an in- describable expression of hesitation and surprise in her clear, liquid eyes, and then, turning lngeringly, walked slowly out of the yard. “Twice a day, for nearly a month, while I lay in ard, — my caress.” sy 27 her ver Land stand haps , MICK pp appr finally , vid a | A RIDE WITH A MAD HORSE IN A CAR. 217 the hospital, did Gulnare visit me. At the ap- pointed hour the groom would slip her headstall, and, without a word of command, she would dart out of the stable, and, with her long, leopard- like lope, go sweeping down the street and come dashing into the hospital yard, checking herself with the same glad neigh at my window ; nor did she ever once fail, at the closing of the sash, to return directly to her stall. The groom informed me that every morning and evening, when the hour of her visit drew near, she would begin to chafe and wor- ry, and, by pawing and pulling at the halter, adver- tise him that it was time for her to be released. “But of all exhibitions of happiness, either by beast or man, hers was the most positive on that afternoon when, racing into the yard, she found me leaning on a crutch outside the hospital building. The whole corps of nurses came to the doors, and all the poor fellows that could move themselves, — for Gulnare had become an universal favorite, and the boys looked for her daily visits nearly, if not quite, as ardently as I did, — crawled to the win- dows to see her. What gladness was expressed in every movement! She would come prancing to- ward me, head and tail erect, and, pausing, rub her head against my shoulder while I patted her glossy neck; then, suddenly, with a sidewise spring, she would break away, and, with her long tail ele- vated until her magnificent brush, fine and silken 10 218 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. as the golden hair of a blonde, fell in a great spray on either flank, and her head curved to its proud- est arch, pace around me with that high action and springing step peculiar to the thoroughbred. Then like a flash, dropping her brush and laying back her ears, and stretching her nose straight out, she would speed away with that quick, nervous, low-lying action which marks the rush of racers, when, side by side, and nose to nose, lapping each other, with the roar of cheers on either hand and along the seats above them, they come straining up the home stretch. Returning from one of these ar- rowy flights, she would come curvetting back, now pacing sidewise, as on parade, now dashing her hind feet high into the air, and anon vaulting up and springing through the air, with legs well under her, as if in the act of taking a five-barred gate, and, finally, would approach and stand happy in her reward, — my caress. “The war, ab last, was over. Gulnare and I were in at the death with Sheridan at the Five Forks. Together we had shared the pageant at Richmond and Washington, and never had I seen her in better spirits than on that day at the capi- tal. It was a sight, indeed, to see her as she came down Pennsylvania Avenue. If the triumphant procession had been all in her honor and mine, she could not have moved with greater grace and pride. With dilating eye and tremulous ear, cease- A RIDE WITH A MAD HORSE IN A CAR. 219 lessly champing her bit, her heated blood bringing out the magnificent lace-work of veins over her en- tire body, now and then pausing, and, with a snort, gathering herself back upon her haunches, as for a mighty leap, while she shook the froth from her ‘bits, she moved with a high, prancing step down the magnificent street, the admired of all beholders, cheer after cheer was given, huzza after huzza rang out over her head from roofs and balcony, bouquet after bouquet was launched by fair and enthusias- tic admirers before her; and yet, amid the crash and swell of music, the cheermg and tumult, so gentle and manageable was she, that, though I could feel her frame creep and tremble under me as she moved through that whirlwind of excite~ ment, no check or curb was needed, and the bridle- lines — the same she wore when she came to me at Malvern Hill— lay unlifted on the pommel of the saddle. Never before had I seen her so grandly herself. Never before had the fire and energy, the grace and gentleness, of her blood so revealed themselves. This was the day and the event she needed. And all the royalty of her an- cestral breed, — a race of equine kings, — flowing as without taint or cross from him that was the pride and wealth of the whole tribe of desert rangers, expressed itself in her. I need not say that I shared her mood. I sympathized in her every step. I entered into all her royal humors, 220 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. I patted her neck, and spoke loving and cheerful words to her. I called her my beauty, my pride, my pet. And did she not understand me? Every word! Else why that listening ear turned back to catch my softest whisper? why the responsive quiver through the frame, and the low, happy neigh? “ Well,” I exclaimed, as I leaped from her back at the close of the review, — alas ! that words spoken in lightest mood should portend so much! —‘well, Gulnare, if you should die, your life has had its triumph. The nation itself, through its ad- miring capital, has paid tribute to your beauty, and death can never rob you of your fame.” And I patted her moist neck and foam-flecked shoulders, while the grooms were busy with head and loins. “That night our brigade made its bivouac just over Long Bridge, almost on the identical spot where, four years ‘before, I had camped my compa- ny of three months’ volunteers. With what ex- periences of march and battle were those four years filled! For three of these years Gulnare had been my constant companion. With me she had shared my tent, and not rarely my rations, for in appetite she was truly human, and my steward always counted her as one of our ‘mess.’ Twice had she been wounded, — once at Fredericksburg, through the thigh ; and once at Cold Harbor, where a piece of shell tore away a part of her scalp. So completely did it stun her, that for some moments A RIDE WITH A MAD HORSE IN A CAR. 221 I thought her dead, but to my great joy she short- ly recovered her senses. I had the wound carefully dressed by our brigade surgeon, from whose care she came in a month, with the edges of the wound so nicely united that the eye could with difficulty detect the scar. This night, as usual, she lay at my side, her head almost touching mine. Never before, unless when on a raid, and in face of the enemy, had I seen her so uneasy. Her movements during the night compelled wakeful- ness on my part. The sky was cloudless, and in the dim light I lay and watched her. Now she would stretch herself at full leneth, and rub her head on the ground. Then she would start up, and, sitting on her haunches, like a dog, lift one fore leg and paw her neck and ears. Anon she would rise to her feet and shake herself, walk off a few rods, return, and le down again by my side. I did not know what to make of it, unless the excitement of the day had been too much for her sensitive nerves. I spoke to her kindly, and petted her. In response she would rub her nose against me, and lick my hand with her tongue —a_pecu- liar habit of hers —like a dog. As I was passing my hand over her head, I discovered that it was hot, and the thought of the old wound flashed into my mind, with a momentary fear that something might be wrong about her brain, but, after think- ing it over, I dismissed it as incredible. Still I wan ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. was alarmed. I knew that something was amiss, and I rejoiced at the thought that I should soon be at home, where she could have quiet, and, if need be, the best of nursing. At length the morn- ing dawned, and the mare and I took our last meal together on Southern soil, — the last we ever took together. The brigade was formed in line for the last time, and, as I rode down the front to review the boys, she moved with all her old battle grace and power. Only now and then, by a shake of the head, was I reminded of her actions during the night. I said a few words of farewell to the men whom I had led so often to battle, with whom I had shared perils not a few, and by whom, as I had reason to think, I was loved, and then gave, with a voice slightly unsteady, the last order they would ever receive from me: ‘ Brigade, attention! Ready to break ranks, Break ranks!’ The order was obeyed. But ere they scattered, moved by a com- mon impulse, they gave first three cheers for me, and then, with the same heartiness and even more power, three cheers for Gulnare. And she, stand- ing there, looking with her bright, cheerful counte- nance full at the men, pawing with her fore feet, alternately, the ground, seemed to understand the compliment; for no sooner had the cheering died away than she arched her neck to its proudest curve, lifted her thin, delicate head into the air, and gave a short, joyful neigh. A RIDE WITH A MAD HORSE IN A CAR. 223 “ My arrangements for transporting her had been made by a friend the day before. A large, roomy car had been secured, its floor strewn with bright, clean straw, a bucket, and a bag ef oats provided, and everything done for her comfort. The car was to be attached to the through express, in consider- ation of fifty dollars extra, which I gladly paid, be- cause of the greater rapidity with which it enabled me to make my journey. As the brigade broke up into groups, I glanced at my watch and saw that I had barely time to reach the cars before they started. I shook the reins upon her neck, and with a plunge, startled at the energy of my signal, away she flew. What a stride she had! What an elastic spring! She touched and left the earth as if her limbs were of spiral wire. When I reached the car my friend was standing im front of it, the gang-plank was ready, I leaped from the saddle, and, running up the plank into the car, whistled to her; and she, timid and hesitating, yet unwilling to be separated from me, crept slowly and cautiously up the steep incline, and stood be- side me. Inside I found a complete suit of flan- nel clothes, with a blanket, and, better than all, a lunch-basket. My friend explained that he had bought the clothes as he came down to the depot, thinking, as he said, ‘that they would be much better than your regimentals, and suggested that I doff the one and don the other. To this I assented 224 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. the more readily as I reflected that I would have to pass one night, at least, in the car, with no bet- ter bed than the straw under my feet. I had barely time to undress before the cars were coupled and started. I tossed the clothes to my friend with the injunction to pack them in my trunk and express them on to me, and waived him my adieu. I arrayed myself in the nice, cool flannel, and looked around. The thoughtfulness of my friend had anticipated every want. An old cane-seated chair stood in one corner. The lunch-basket was large, and well supplied. Amid the oats I found a dozen oranges, some bananas, and a package of real Havana cigars. How I called down blessings on his thoughtful head as I took the chair, and, lighting one of the fine-flavored jigaros, gazed out on the fields past which we were gliding, yet wet with morning dew. As I sat dreamily admiring the beauty before me, Gulnare came and, resting her head upon my shoulder, seemed to share my mood. As I stroked her fine-haired, satin-like nose, recol- lection quickened, and memories of our compan- ionship in perils thronged into my mind. I rode again that midnight ride to Knoxville, when Burn- side lay intrenched, desperately holding his own, waiting for news from Chattanooga, of which I was the bearer, chosen by Grant himself because of the reputation of my mare. What riding that was! We started, ten riders of us in all, each A RIDE WITH A MAD HORSE IN A CAR. 225 with the same message. I parted company the first hour out with all save one, an iron-gray stal- lion of Messenger blood. Jack Murdock rode him, who learned his horsemanship from buffalo and Indian hunting on the Plains,— not a bad school to graduate from. Ten miles out of Knox- ville the gray, his flanks dripping with blood, plunged up abreast the mare’s shoulders and fell dead ; and Gulnare and I passed through the lines alone. J had ridden the terrible race without whip or spur. With what scenes of blood and flight she would ever be associated! And then I thought of home, unvisited for four long years, — that home [I left a stripling, but to which I was return- ing a bronzed and brawny man. I thought of mother and Bob, — how they would admire her !— of old Ben, the family groom, and of that one who shall be nameless, whose picture I had so often shown to Gulnare as the likeness of her future mistress ;— had they not all heard of her, my beautiful mare, she who came to me from the smoke and whirlwind, my battle-gift ? How they would pat her soft, smooth sides, and tie her mane with ribbons, and feed her with all sweet things from open and caressing palm! And then I thought of one who might come after her to bear her name and repeat at least some portion of her beauty, — a horse honored and renowned the country through, because of the transmission of the mother’s fame. 10* oO 226 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. “ About three o'clock in the afternoon a change came over Gulnare. I had fallen asleep upon the straw, and she had come and awakened me with a touch of her nose. The moment I started up I saw that something was the matter. Her eyes were dull and heavy. Never before had I seen the light go out of them. The rocking of the car as it went jumping and vibrating along seemed to irritate her. She began to rub her head against the side of the car. Touching it, I found that the skin over the brain was hot as fire. Her breath- ing grew rapidly louder and louder. Each breath was drawn with a kind of gasping effort. The lids with their silken fringe drooped wearily over the lustreless eyes. The head sank lower and low- er, until the nose almost touched the floor. The ears, naturally so lively and erect, hung limp and widely apart. The body was cold and senseless. A pinch elicited no motion. Even my voice was at last unheeded. To word and touch there came, for the first time in all our intercourse, no response. I knew as the symptoms spread what was the mat- ter. The signs bore all one way. She was in the first stages of phrenitis, or inflammation of the brain. In other words, my beautiful mare was going mad. “T was well versed in the anatomy of the horse. Loving horses from my very childhood, there was little in veterinary practice with which I was not familiar. Instinctively, as soon as the symptoms A RIDE WITH A MAD HORSE IN A CAR, 227 had developed themselves, and I saw under what frightful disorder Gulnare was laboring, I put my hand into my pocket for my knife, in order to open avein. There was no knife there. Friends, I have met with many surprises. More than once, in battle and scout, have I been nigh death ; but never did my blood desert my veins and settle so around the heart, never did such a sickening sen- sation possess me as when, standing in that car with my beautiful mare before me, marked with those horrible symptoms, I made that discovery. My knife, my sword, my pistols even, were with my suit in the care of my friend, two hundred miles away. Hastily, and with trembling fingers, I searched my clothes, the lunch-basket, my linen ; not even a pin could I find. I shoved open the sliding door, and swung my hat and shouted, hop- ing to attract some brakeman’s attention. The train was thundering along at full speed, and none saw or heard me. I knew her stupor would not last long. A slight quivering of the lip, an occa- sional spasm running through the frame, told me too plainly that the stage of frenzy would soon be- gin. ‘My God?’ I exclaimed, in despair, as I shut the door and turned toward her, ‘must I see you die, Gulnare, when the opening of a vein would save you? Have you borne me, my pet, through all these years of peril, the icy chill of winter, the heat and torment of summer, and all the thronging 228 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. dangers of a hundred bloody battles, only to die torn by fierce agonies, when so near a peaceful home ? But little time was given me to mourn. My life was soon to be in peril, and I must summon up the utmost power of eye and limb to escape the violence of my frenzied mare. Did you ever see a mad horse when his madness is on him? Take your stand with me in that car, and you shall see what suffering a dumb creature can endure before it dies. In no malady does a horse suffer more than in phrenitis, or inflammation of the brain. Possibly in severe cases of colic, probably in rabies in its fiercest form, the pain is equally intense These three are the most agonizing of all the dis- eases to which the noblest of animals is exposed. Had my pistols been with me, I should then and there, with whatever strength Heaven granted, have taken my companion’s life, that she might be spared the suffering which was so soon to rack and wring her sensitive frame. A horse laboring under an attack of phrenitis is as violent as a horse can be. He is not ferocious as is one in a fit of rabies. He may kill his master, but he does it without design. There is in him no desire of mischief for its own sake, no cruel cunning, no stratagem and malice. A rabid horse is conscious in every act and motion. He recognizes the man he destroys. There is in him an insane desire to kill. Not so A RIDE WITH A MAD HORSE IN A CAR. 229 with the phrenetic horse. Heis unconscious in his violence. He sees and recognizes no one. There is no method or purpose in his madness. He kills without knowing it. “T knew what was coming. I could not jump out ; that would be certain death. I must abide in the car and take my chance of life. The car was for- tunately high, long, and roomy. I took my position in front of my horse, watchful and ready to spring. Suddenly her lids, which had been closed, came open with a snap, as if an electric shock had passed through her, and the eyes, wild in their brightness, stared directly at me. And what eyes they were } The membrane grew red and redder, until it was of the color of blood, standing out in frightful contrast with the transparency of the cornea. The pupil gradually dilated until it seemed about to burst out of the socket. The nostrils, which had been sunken and motionless, quivered, swelled, and glowed. The respiration became short, quick, and gasping. The lin:p and drooping ears stiffened and stood erect, pricked sharply forward, as if to catch the slightest sound. Spasms, as the car swerved and vibrated, ran through her frame. More horrid than all, the lips slowly contracted, and the white, sharp-edged teeth stood uncovered, giving an in- describable look of ferocity to the partially opened 1aouth! The car suddenly reeled as it dashed around a curve, swaying her almost off her feet, 230 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. and, as a contortion shook her, she recovered her- self, and, rearmg upward as high as the car per- mitted, plunged directly at me. I was expecting the movement, and dodged. Then followed exhibi- tions of pain which I pray God I may never see again. Time and again did she dash herself wpon the floor, and roll over and over, lashing out with her feet in all directions. Pausing a moment, she would stretch her body to its extreme length, and, lying upon her side, pound the floor with her head as if it were a maul. Then, like a flash, she would leap to her feet, and whirl round and round, until, from very giddiness, she would stagger and fall. She would lay hold of the straw with her teeth, and shake it as a dog shakes a struggling wood- chuck ; then dashing it from her mouth, she would seize hold of her own sides, and rend herself. Springing up, she would rush against the end of the car, falling all in a heap from the violence of the concussion. For some fifteen minutes, without intermission, the frenzy lasted. I was nearly ex- hausted. My efforts to avoid her mad rushes, the terrible tension of my nervous system produced by the spectacle of such exquisite and prolonged suf- fering, were weakening me beyond what I should have thought it possible an hour before for anything to weaken me. In fact, I felt my strength leaving me. -~ of “Scribner”? will need no further recommendation to the perusal of this work. 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