The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1888-01-05
NUMBER |.
Into the Wilds of Maine.

sib!c to reach a given point. Woodsmen can
trace their way by the growth of moss upon the
trees, As it is heavier OH the north side of the
| tree. A non-professional, however, must place
little reliance in the moss business for it will
prove delusion A person lost in the wilder
ness will walk in Il circle, almost invariably
turning to the left. This is explained by the
alleged fact that person in walking swings
the right foot farther than the left, causing ten
| dency to 20 to the left. AS precaution the
Belfast party agreed that whenever one was
hopelessly lost he was to fire two shots In rapid
succession and remain still until he could be
huntedup.
Tuesday, Nov. i5 was wild, stormy day. An
east wind howled and the rain came down in
| torrents. The sportsmen decided to remain In
camp. But Adrian futile. who chad not seen
blasted thing since he got into the woods"
| started out alone for the ''burnt land" in the
| vicinity of the camp. One hour after his de-
| parturc two shots in rapid succession were
heard. "Tuttle'S lost" said the Judge, and an
answering shot was fired from the camp. The
| partv then dressed themselves in rubber cloth.
ing and dividing into two parties began
| search for the missing man. Tuttle was found
| iii logging road, slowly and unconcernedly
walking back to camp, unconscious of the
anxiety of his colleagues. He was not lost
but had fired at a partridge, not realizing that
! he had given the lost signal.
| In the afternoon Corliss and one of the party
crossed the lake and returned with a Young
| fawn. As we had TO meat it was decided to
| eat the deer. Corliss quickly dressed the ami
maj and cut from the hind quarter some Juicy
| steaks. The Belfast Deer Hunters have been
three years in camp, and killed deer each sea-
| son, but this was the first time thcy had cut
one in camp. The Sporismen assembled about
| the stove and watched The venison as it broiled
| on the hot griddle. When nicely cooked Il was
| served up with butter. The bin OF fare for that
| nights supper consisted of broiled venison,
| boiled potatoes, boiled onions, tea, coffee and
| hard-bread-a typical meal for >portsmen.
From that time forward we had yenison every
| day, served up i'll all ways known to the cook
| y faEoritc dish was yerison stew or what
| would he called an Irish stew. made bv the
| writer. The meat was cut fine, potatoes peel
ed and sliced ditto onions, and Il small piece of
| pork cut up to give fat to the stew. These diff
! ferent ingredients were put into the kettle in
| layers, beginning with the meat, then laver
of potatoes. onions and pork. a little salt and
| pepper were added, and the process was con-
tinucd until the kettle was filled or the material
| exhausted. Add Geld water, and cook until
done. When served it proved Il most paatabe
dish. On arriving home the builder of that
stew told his wife how it was done and she
said it was wrong, the meat ought to have been
| cooked some time before the vegetables were
added. What docs Il woman know about cook
my any way: Correct or not, the stew was
heartily enjoyed by the hungry sportsmeu, and
the cook was obliged to make one or more of
the stews every day.
| Wednesdays hunt on Fifth Lake Mountain
was rewarded by killing a fine three wear old
buck, that weighed 100 pounds. Corliss dress-
ed tie animal and hung him to tree Num-
erous deer We're seen during the day and sever
al shots fired, but 10 more game was secured
The deer Killed was 4 long way from the canoe
and had to he backed out Oft the woods CorliSs,
the @l!'tc with the exception of futile. was
the li-htesl man in the crowd, but he could
carry larger deer and carry him farther than
pound deer across his back. the forcless hang
ihg IN front on one side and the hind legs on
| the other, and skip through the woods, over
wind falls and stump>, at gait hard to follow
He is literally man of muscle. has had many
years experience in carrying. game, and could
walk all day. and apparently without being in
the least exhausted.
The writer got lost one day in his attempt to
reach Fifth Lake Mountain. The general course
from the river, where the canoe was hauled
out, to the mountain, was north, but ON the day
in question the sun was obscured and was
no guide 10 the hunters. Each of the party.
after leaving the river, entered the woods
alone. with the understanding that all should
return by three o'clock i'll the afternoon We
struck northcfly course and pursued il to the
best Of cur ability, but after two hours tramp
ing through the swamp came out ON the banks
of the river not over POO wards from where we
circle. a second attcmi resulted in a like ter
mination AT last we We're hopeles>ly lost and
if life had depended on the result could not
have pointed out north from south or east
from west. An indescribable feelin. settles over
one lost in Tie great forest. We thought of the
Indian in Il similar situation who when found
was asked if he was lost. He replied, No, In
dian no lost wigwam lost" That was our case,
the canoe was lost. Moss ON the trees was ex-
amined 10 tird ii possible the north side of the
trees, but to an inexperienced eye there was an
equal amotnt on all sides. We retired from
the moss business and sat down on a windfall
Leath the tree and resting on his Launches not
over twenty feet distant, watched us i'll silence.
The call Of Il bird here and there was heard,
and squirrels skipped about in perfect security.
These little animal, and birds knew their
whereabouts hut their superior, man. was as
lpiess as an infant. After filling both boots
with water and wandering about for hours the
river was again reached. which guided lis to the
canoe. Five deer Were seen in the tramp, but
no shots We're fired. y fire was built and the
remainder of the day was spent in waiting for
the mere successful sportsnen.
Next day the same hunting grounds were
visited, and large tive-years-old buck killed by
Adrian Tuttle Twombiy and Tuttle were to-
gether when the buck was started up. Both
men had Colts repeating rifles. Mr.. Twombly
first saw the animal and raising his gun to his
face pulled. but there was no explosion The
cartridge got clogged and fer the time his rifle
useless. The buck was running away.
Tuttle, in the excitement of the moment, raS-
ed his rifle and pointing in the general direction
of the running animal, pulled the trigger The
bullet struck the deer in the head and killed
him almost instantly, the deer not moving over
dozen yards. The head of that deer nicely
mounted can he seen in the reception room of
Tuttle's photograph gallery. No one, however,
looks upon it with the keen relish of Adrian
Tuttle.
Friday proved the best day of the season.
two deer, Il doe and fawn, were killed. These,
with four men in the canoe made that craft as
heavily laden as was prudent, and she had to
be navigated with great caution. The camp
now presented sany approximation deer
hanging up in front, besides the remains of the
one first killed.
Mcdonald had one excellent opportunity to
kill a large buck, but failed. He, the Judge
and the Scribe We're following a logging road
together, when the two latter branched off,
leaving Mcdonald alone. Shortly after Mac
heard noise and stopping saw the head and
large antlers of buck emerging from the