Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1877-08-10
NOTES AND QUERIES AT THE LAKE.
YANK's STATION, Aug. 8, 1877.

cidtEly Fallish these nights and mornings,
and the days are superb. Everywhere else
the air is a compound. Here it is pure-all
oxygen and nitrogen-or whatever FIRST ele-
rnents the atmosphere is made Of. Elsewhere
it is part dust, part lint from superabundant
old clothes, part particles of fever, scurvey,
rnumps and other ills to which flesh has fallen
heir, and a good part the breath of duns, liars,
book-peddlers and like Affections and imperti-
nences. Here there are no distilations no ex-
halations, no second hand vapors, no inhni-
tesimals of corruption and disease. All you
can do is to catch cold in your head and
wheeze like an asthmatic locomotive. And
speaking Of asthma, here is gentleman close
at hand who cannot manage to live in San
Francisco, so much is he oppressed with his
phthisic, who makes nothing of ten-mile
row in his skiff, or an all day walk up and
down hill and dale Moreover, your "bear,
here, is a genuine character-not a disagreed
bic imitation Of the dog in the manager with
masouerading, fantastical borrowed name
but shaggy, savage, cow-eatlng, calt-devour-
ing, buIl-defying monster, The other day
dweller at Meeks's Bay midway between
Emerald Bay and Sugar Pine PoinD, in
formed me that he had been out in the high
mountains to the west, all the day before
hunting grizzlies. He said that he and his
companions had come upon the "sign" of
Messieurs Bruin, and had seen where they
had seized and squeezed and dragged to death
the poor, struggling frightened heifers.
"They catch a cow by the nose," said he,
"and drag her off to where they and their
cubs can devour her." There's something
awfully tragic about this 1t is little enough
to say that these bear hunters came back with
out the game they were looking for. don't
think ever was told before that the grizzly
would thus attack live stock and make way
ton that he was more Of q ruminant-a sort
of half-swinish root-digger and possible honey
pirate. But he seems a thorough savage
beast and as bloodthirsty as a very tiger Of
the jungle. There are few if any deer in this
rim Of mountains about the Lake-on the
Lake-slopes I mean. Twelve or fifteen miles
10 the west'ard, yonder, the black-tail deer is
abundant. keen old deer-stalker told me
the other day that the ridge OF mountains di-
yiding our side from Sierra Valley marked
the bounds Of two distinct kinds Of deer.
This side it is the black tail on the other, 1t
is the "nule deer" The mule deer is so
called because of his immense ears. Also he
differs from the black-tail in size, being much
larger and heavier Now what is the ''mu1e"
deer. Is he at all related to the caribou of
British Columbia} There are no elk in the
IN 2lntain5. Taass freIlen. the foothills and
valleys At hand are many campers-Maish,
our industrious woodworking friend and uni
v,rsal genius b2ing am ing thu oilers. Then
tha paripatetic schoolmarm is also about
likewise the smaller scientist with wisdom on
his face and spectacles ons nose, he may be
seen astonishing the lesser and tenderer with
his le;r ing The glacial theory finds many
expoundars It is very instructive. One Sc
of Young fellows who are having very hearty
time OF it, (among them some young gentle
men nam21 HYMN, from Virginia City,, tell
me they caught no less than eighty dozen
trout in and about Hope Valley. That is, by
as much as seventy dozen, too many. At
this rate of slaughter there will soon be
complete humiliation Of the native raountaln
trout. Why not, oh sportsman, see to 1t that
once a year, there is a thorough replenish-
ment of all clear cold streams with spawn
and young fish, In China, or somewhere else,
(China is as good name as any other for the
purpose), when man cuts down one tree he
plants the seeds for several. So, when an
angler catches a dozen trouts he should take
steps toward the sure planting OF enough of
the ora of that fish to make up for the waste. |
But eighty dozen, my lads! Eighty dozen is
the pot-fullest kind of pot-hunting. AS well !
shoot sitting grouse on her eggs or brood |
quail with her little flock. Mr.. John Rosser |
arrived here yesterday-came to join his
family who had preceded him about week.
note that John is squirting toward the Bays |
and lesser lakes. He brings me enthusiastic !
accounts Of the late Turner's Festival. l |
took trudge yesterday to Cascade Lake, |
and the boys. We went by Yank's new |
wagon road which takes you, direct, 10 that
lovely little sheet of water, in about three
miles of very passable "going." Our camp
ng ne:ghbors swarmed there, in time, and |