Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1888-09-28
A HUNT IN THE MOUNTAIN M,
DEADWOOD.

we starJeQ out on the old Loon
creek trail, that bad not been used
for many years. The younger part
OF the family, consisting of Lee and
Sylvester and Jess Bottcher. had
started one day in advance. After
an arduous climb of eight or ten
miles we arrived at the summit. We
found the camp at most beautiful
spring. The young men had well
employed the day. They each had
killed deer. Sylvester was the
hero. He succeeded in killing not
only 7-prong stag of 200 weight.
but huge cougar, or mountain lion,
that measured over nine feet from
tip to tip-a most superb pelt. AS
l pen these lines I sit near the car
cass of a fine 4-prong buck deer, one
of the victims of the cougar. Your
correspondent was detailed to-day for
special service to watch for the two
young cougars as they returned to
feast on the deer carcass. Hid upon
slight eminence that commands
magnificent view of Lightning Ridge,
or chain of mountains, and in sight
OF the famous Sawtooth, with the
great Deadwood mountain looming
heavenward with her dark sides pre-
sented to the rising sun, makes pic
ture in which nature "asserts itself y
and art cannot reproduce. The giant
cones stand In bold relief against the
horizon, like some mighty sentinels
guarding the untold wealth that lies
hidden in the erebus like sides of
the mountain, awaiting the hand of
industry and the assistance of capital
to wrest from its secret chambers that
which brings happiness to many and
misery TO thousands, and without its
possessions man is nonentity, and,
in the language of Garden valley,
" Small potatoes and very few in a
HILL"
More venison. / hear the sharp
crack of a Winchester to the right
of me. Steady, hear the tramp of
something. / remove my hat and
peer carefully around huge pine.
| see at the distance of fifty yards
royal pair of antlers attached to fine
sleek body of grayish color. What
is the matter with me. believe that
| actually have an fashioned Mis-
souri, river bottom chill. My teeth
are chattering like reed in cyclone.
/ take recumbent position and flat
ter myself that l will take him una
wares in Creedmore style. The VIC
tim is unconcerned and appears to
fear no danger. carefully close the
left optic and, with the right squint
along the barrel of the gun. Great
Caesar! 1t is impossible for me to
control the muzzle of that musket.
1t is swaying from right to left like
the main mast of a ship in storm.
The deer presents a broad side to-
wards me. | endeavor to control my
nerves; | fire; convoy of magpies
enjoying sunbath amid the boughs
of a tree some half a mile off and in
northerly direction from the deer
were disturbed by Springfield bullet
cutting off small twigs. The deer
looked up to see the occasion of the
disturbance. He got glimpse of
your. correspondent, with pocket
knife in hand, moving toward him,
expecting every moment to see him
succumb to the deadly missile that
had been hurled at his broad side.
The deer, giving one disdainful look
at the scribe, turned and trotted of
with most elegant poise of the head
and body, and a step that would
equal in lightness and grace any oil
the fair and bright-eyed misses OF
Idaho City. | shall say nothing
about that particular deer in camp
have met rebuffs from dears and
been afflicted with all the fevers emu
merated in the catalogue, but never
before had a verulent attack of buck
fever.
Recovering from the fever and be
coming somewhat convalescent,
wended my way campward. Enroutt
| made a serious attack on a flock o
what is only known in Idaho, "fool
hens" and succeeded, for the frs
time in my life, in capturing one
poor, foolish hen, upon which We
supped in a princely style, will
dumplings made of good deal o
yeast powder and very little flour
Int nalatable. and enioyed. | have