The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1896-05-10
PASSING or THE PRE-.
Camps In tho Adirondnchn Tn witch the
Hunters Friend IL Not Welcome.

The comfort which many hunters get out OF
their old tobacco pipes at the end OF n long
dey and after n smoking hot meal Ia some.
thing not appreciated bv those TO whom n
BLACK or any other kind % pipe Is All abomina
ton. For those who have listened to tales
told through the curling tobacco smoke by
some old-timer. something Ia added TO the In
torest which Is lacking from tales told To the
mapping OF nm open camp fire only. In the
smoke from an old long-used tobacco pipe there
seems TO be miraees, visible to the smoker alone,
ana he gives n word picture of what he sees TO
the loss fortunate ones.
The scene Is variable. II may he the fright.
ened leaps OF q deer, appearing 20 realistic that
one hears again the pound OF hoofs. Perhaps
IL is the rush Of q boar, out of a brush heap,
or the Jump aud whirr of u partridge. II may
DO the antics, OF q c%hipmnnk, or even OF a blue
bottle meat ty, that the hunteT, talks about.
Instance. are a number Of CAMPS which are
driving the old pipe out, Of use and memory.
These camps are so called because they are In
the woods. but they are not camps TO the minds
OF those ThS recolisct the days when the
S Wished H To stop for np the ni Rsht if Tbc new wG csmp IS
have sheet-iron stoves and stacks Of cooking
utensils tho like of which the old. timers never
saw in the woods. Thore are coal oil lamps
and built.up hunks, and all the camper does
the first night is to light "a fro from kindlings
left, by the previous party. get a supper with a
boiled after arriving in camp.
When darkness shuts down, tho freight that
fickers through the Joints OF the iron stove,
the only memento OF the old campfire and its
blazing glare. so bright as TO awaken the birds
In nearby trees, IL shut Off in the light OF u
couple of kerosene lamps. True. there still
rem Ain the bunk of spruce and other boughs
for the men and women. for women, too. have
invaded the camps; but the chances are that
these boughs will lack the rew-cut fragrance
of the old. In camps like these the hunters
with their pipes are not welcomed. The at
mosphere left by an old pipe is not pleasant.
In one camp there II a sign. unique for its
composition, perhaps, being made of gnarled
sticks. IL says emphatiCally NO smoking"
Even the stove obeys the Injunction, and the
cook never has to turn away to wipe wood
ashes from his eyes.
There are men who now hunt from a spruce
bark lean.fo, but they are few, and their
number IL growing smaller every year, both
by death and club houses. Sometimes an up
to-date camper who remembers the old style
may be found sitting on a log, with IA little fire
alongside. from which the smoke runs up his
chest and into his eyes, nose. and mouth,
making him swear just as it used to do. A
little pail on the fire. with tea grounds. ashes,
and evergreen needle like leaves. tells that he
has not forgotten one of the most appetiZing
drinks ever tasted in the woods. Bread. a little
toasted. but more burned, from which the but
ter drips In yellow drops. and cooked meat
lying on the old moss.grown log. show of what
his luncheon consisted. But most conspicu-
ous of all Is an old pine, a companion long
disuscd. perhaps. the yellow-black mouthpiece
OF which sticks from his upper coat pocket.