Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1871-03-30

A party of five of US, including Mr..
Weldy, who acted as guide, left Baxter
Springs at s o'clock a. m, for drive and
HINT to the Indian nation. The weather
was little too moist for hunting. but we
were not to be detered-for "that was our
business" With plenty of provisions, a
dog whose name was Jack, 1--WE thought
another word ought to have been added
to it, Judging by the way he hunted
game,) five double barrel guns, etc, etc,
we presented quite warlike appearance.
Just before we crossed Spring river, lone
mile from Baxter Springs,) which is
magnificent stream of water, reminding
us of Otter Greek, we struck a covey of
quails, which we didn't hunt, although
we went for them-for we had "six
pounds of shot that was bound to be fred
awav, hit or miss" At this time we be-
gan to get wet with hunting through damp
grass, aud very heavy de6o descending.
We forded the river, however, and kept
on; suddenly we attacked another covey
of quail, who failed to surrender. A few
minutes later one of our party deserted
a flock Of ducks sporting in pond
what commotion then ensued, damp guns
failed to go eff, wet to the skin we could
not run. Jack (the dog showed his sa-
gacity by going for the game; but, not
withstanding these many impediments
we used up part of the six pounds of
shot, and captured six ducks.
About this time we began to get aset,
but still advanced until we arrived at a
windowless and doorless log house, the
late occupants of which must have been
of the bovine or equinine species. To
escape the rain we halted and took pos
session of the ruins, where we cooked our
Misunderstanding of sweet potatoes, sar-
dimes, pickles, rusks. Holsters, lemons,
ducks, cheese, etc.,-not, perhaps, as long
bill of fare as could be found at the
Bardwell House or at our friends, Maj.
Salsbury's house, but to which we did
ample justice.
At about 2 p. NJ, old Sol came out, and
we continued on our journey. We crossed
Five Mile Creek (some six or seven miles
from Baxter Springs), which is one of the
finest streams of water that we ever saw.
About the counterpart in size of Furnace
Brook, it is as transparent as glass, with
soft flavor resembling rain water. As
we were about to ford the creek our
driver questions us as to it's d epth,-some
said eight inches or less, others foot, but
beyond this depth of water no one VEN
tured. How surprised we were to find
that the water reached to the body of our
wagon. Reaching the opposite bank, we
alighted to visit small cove In the
stream, some ten rods distance. We
guessed again at the depth of water
from three to four feet, we said-but it
was found to be from ten to twelve feet
deep. Notwithstanding this depth you
could distinctly see the smallest pebble at
the bottom, and even the eyes of the fish
as they shot out from under the rocks.
The perfect transparency of this stream,
Win ILS ueceltIuiueSS as REGARDS uepID,
surpassed anything we ever witnessed.
Some thirty rods from the stream we
came to Los cabin, where we bated our
horses at the barn-a huge tree being the
only barn On the premises. After attend
ing to the welfare of our team, in COM
pany with Lo and his dog we sought the
woods With the exception of two or
three squirrels we returned empty-hand-
ed. We discovered, on nearing the barn,
that two hogs were RECALLING themselves
with our horses lunch. We suggested a
door would be a fine addition to his barn.
On our return to Baxter Springs we
passed the residence of the Chief of the
Pawpaw's, who, according to report is
anywhere from 80 to 100 years of age. It
is near the ruins of the Usage mission. A
short distance further on we passed his
son on horseback-he did not resent BILE
Beadle's Dime Novel Indians. Persim-
mons we found were not exactly ripe
unless mellowed by pressure. One of our
Rutland friends can testify to this.
The hunting portion of our trip ann
ounted to this /: We had Hy, and La. and
Too Jocks, but we could get no game.
We would caution hunting parties to