Morning journal and courier., 1885-09-09


 ssAdirondacks''-Oth Campers in
 the Woods-A Sunday at the Long
 Lake Mission Church of Dr. John Todd-MountaIn Climbing-BIs Blue-
 berries and ssSweets, Venison-Good Ryes.
 To the Editor of the JOURNAL AND COURIER:
 The reason why they do not hunt deer
 with thoroughbred hounds in the north
 woods is that when true hound is put upon
 scent it never stops until forced to. They
 are so we'll acquainted with the habits of
 their game that when deer takes to water
 (as it always does when pressed) the red
 hound will swim the water and hunt for the
 track on the opposite side, and I am told
 that when they used this breed of dogs they
 could not be called off for week at time,
 and not until famished or brought home by
 force would they return, often running the deer far away into the woods out of the reach of the hunter. Hence cur dogs with a little of the hound mixture were by far the best This same old ''Zip," spoken of in our last, would run his game at the rate of a mile in five minutes (twice the usual speed of hound), and thus made ''short work, for a deer so hotly pressed would take to water in less than an hour usually, and then the hunt ended so far as that deer was concerned. Just opposite our camp on the eastern
 
 house with red shingled roof and sundry
 camps about it, and so we rowed over to see eur nsighbor, only about mile away. We were kindly received by 8 tail, iron-gray haired man dressed in flannel shirt and thick pants smoking cigar. It was no oth- CT than United States Senator O. H. Platt, of Meriden. He was our nearest neighbor. About three miles south was another camp, MT. Terry and family, lawyer, of Water bury.
 On Sunday we rowed down to the village in procession of boats, the same as people go to church in their carriages. We were little early and so was the minister. While we were waiting for service time the minis ter picked berries by the roadside. When the time came to go in the chapel proved to be one founded by Dr. John Todd, father of our pastor of the Church of the Redeemer. There was clock in front of us that told the whole story. The name of John Todd made us think we were almost among friends. When it began to be time to commence the services there was no one to play the small organ in front. So the minister came down from his desk and played and led the sing ing. When he began to preach he seemed to be man of power. He was rather short and stout with clean shaven face, short, partly grey hair and spoke with his left hand behind his back, and made his gestures with his right arm and hand, particularly with his foreinger which he often emphatically shook
 
 wasa It was none other than one we had of ten seen TOW past our camp in hunters dress, and was living in sight of US two miles to the northward-Rev. Dr. J. T. Duryea, of Boston, and every Sunday for several months he preached for the Long Lake folks, as l | have said. Men come there in their leather hunting coats (and some with no coats at all), women in their calico dresses and visitors in silks and diamonds. All alike filled this lit tie country church every Sunday morning to hear this berry picking, organ playing, hunt | ing g-dressed but great man preach his very best sermons, which he especially writes out for these occasions.
 But it is getting time for us to return. We have rembled in the woods and picked 1 blueberries growing by bushels so thick that 1 they are almost drug for the picking, and | growing in clusters of twenty or more in bunch, and some of the largest measuring no less than half an inch in thickness and red caps grew everywhere. Even on the tip | top of Bucks Mountain, whose summit we l scrambled up over fallen logs and rocks. fun which can only be experienced to be fully re- 1 a1ized Where woods have never been cut off since the days of the flood the leaves of 1 the many years make & thickness of many ! feet and if not burned over are very deep and hard to tramp through, and fallen and I lodged trees are great obstacle to swift progress but we did not tramp much. Per sonally went trout fishing but once. My reward was one small fish about five inches long, That was all the trout I caught dur l ing my stay. But after we had the deer we had enough One of our number said it was the very sweetest meat he ever ate. He was | then eating it on the same plate with his ma ! pie syrup and was dipping it unconsciously \ in the same as he spoke. We all saw the ! joke but himself. How we did laugh at him about his sweet meat But it was good eat ! ing.
 | About four o'clock one afternoon as we | were much interested in a game of Guoits 1 Mr. Emmerson called to me and said, MT S., the time is up; we must start. ! turned to take last look at the camp with l feeling I can never forget. They all gath l cred about me and each in turn shook hands | with a good bye. The last of all was Uncle l t:Dite.'' ssWhat,' said he, styou not go- l ing to shake hands with old al like me, I are you?' grasped his extended hand firm ! ly, and I could hardly keep back the tears as was rowed away alone with my guide from Camp Sage, homeward bound.