Evening star., 1896-03-07

| than usual around Indian canon, for only
| a short time has elapsed since couple of
Professional professional hunters with three or four
borhood, and interfered effectually with the
misunderstanding proclivities of thirty-seven
| able-bodied lions, but there still remain a
things interesting.
We started out the very first morning to
make life burdensome for one huge speci-
| men, but he knew more about the country
| than we did, and, consequently made his
| escape. Three of us rode after him until
| the snoWdrifts over which he skipped with
esse Drought our steeds up standing. Soft
| snow does not bother good horse very
| much; snow that is a trifle crhsty will tire
| the best animal in an hour or so.
me mere killing of game out here is not
| worthy anything more than brief mention.
| When there are so many kinds of available
| targets, almost any one is bound, sooner or
later, to hit something. But he must take
chances that are frequently dangerous
| enough to make a slack-wire dancer pause:
ne must tempt Providence" twenty times
In an hour; he must restrain himself when
the downgradc is almost as steep as house
| front, and he will have to climb up some
apparently impossible ridges.
| Tie Acrobatfc Native Horse.
| well-seasoned cavalry horse does quite
well at times but only few of that kind can
compare for moment with the native
horse. Corporal Barnes ben" was equal
|
spects paragon, but in the hunting busi-
ness he was outclassed by Pat Lynch"
| who is the equine pride of Johnny Mean
drews' heart. A downhill trip through
snow and shale-so precipltous as to be
within a few degrees of verticaEis easy
| for Pat" Carrying 200 pounds of rider
| and equipment, Pat would bunch his
feet and slide to the bottom without so
| much as grunt, while those members of
the party who had cavalry horses promptly
dismounted and slid down in all sorts Of
attitudes, sometimes followed sometimes
! preceded, by their respective animals. The
man who has never enjoyed the felicity of
such an experience should endeavor to
secure 1t as soon as possible; there are
new sensations in store for him. Sometimes
| he will be leading his horse, and while mov-
| ing rapidly toward the bottom of the gulch
wonders how many seconds will elapse be-
lore the animal falls all over him. Some
| tines the horse will, perforce slide to the
1ront, and then the man clings frantically
that he may not be dragged into eternity
without being given half chance to stay
out.
A Catnstrophe.
| Occasionally there is a ludicrous incident.
Private Jackson Lewis was the last man of
| four to fall down hillside that much re-
semLled the dome of the Capitol. His pre-
| decessors had selfishly used UP all the
snow-crust roundabout. so Lewis had no
failed to maintain his advantage. Once in
awhile the couple world get tangled up in
pine or a cedar, but for Two or three hum
| dred yards the course was clear, the snow
was loose and the underlying shale slip
| rery as ice so in spite of momentary de-
lays the downward movement was quite
swift, with the trooper nose in front of
ms fonr-footed companion. a rending of
the atmosphere by an unmistakahle ninth
cavalry exclamation caused those who were
climbing the opposite hill to look back
ward. There WIS the horse, but where was
Lewis. Investigation showed Lewis to be
| up to his ankles in a snowdrift, his head
having gone in first. From this awkward
situation Lewis rescued himself, and after
his eyes and nose and ears and mouth wore
clear of snow he explained the-s!tuation by
saying that the horse shot suddenly ahead.
pulling him off his feet AMI dumping him
| upside down into the drift. But Pat"
would never play tricks Ike that. All you
had to do in his case to indicate the
general direction in which you wanted to
go. and then let him so there. tight rein
embarrassed him; all he asked that he
| be permitted to slide CT climb in his own
way. with his head perfectly free. Bcstrid-
den by rider who understood him, and
VINO suffered neither from heart disease
nor vertigo. rPat" would get into and out
of places where a deer might be excused
for hestating. Only three times in two
long days of mountain work was it neces-
sary to fcrsake the saddle. and on each of
those notable occasions it was the rider
rece sslty.
Where the Wind Blows.
He who hunts in the Wahsatch or Tintah
mountains in winter will experience chilly
weather If he is fortunate he may escape
the blizzards that are features of western
meteorology, but the odds are in favor of his
some day becoming suddenly wrapped in a
great cloud, the motion of which is terrify-
ing even to the hardy mountaineer. The
swiit-moving atmosphere is laden with icy
crystals, which sting the cheeks and fill the
unprotected eyes. Through the canons the
wind roars; on the mesas it howls a mono
tone; every pine branch and cedar bough
Is an aeolian harp. The voices OF the tenn
pest will force themselves on the ear; some
sounding like the cries of human beings in
distress-the mans strong tones, the shrill
cries of frightened women. the feebler ap-
peals of perishing children; others are musi-
cal and at times blend in richer harmonies
than those ever produced by imitators of
| natures inimitable diapason. From lust
anead comes what you fancy is the scream
OF a mountain lion; just behind you the yelp-
| ing OF a pack of wolves; bears growl on
either hand, and the lynx adds his discord-
ant note to the carnival of noises produced
by the heeting blast.
Away down in deep draw you snap
your fingers at the blizzard. A fire is soon
kndled. and within five minutes choice cuts
VI SeiisoH are DeinS cooked on HAT scraps
of rock after the fashion according 10
which Col. McKibben "planks" shad at
Marshall Hall. rifle shot echoes up the
draw. and before any one can guess who
fired 1t two magnificent bucks rush toward
the canon at a gait that no other animal
could equal on such ground; some of the
uphill jumps exceeded thirty feet A few
minutes later contented Indian went past
| to his nearby wickiup; he was leading a
miserably poor pony, who was however
strong enough to pack a 3OO-pound deer up
hill too steep for the average Washington
dog
Through the gathering gloom and then
| the darkness We rode the eight miles to
camp, while the mercury was falling into
| the bulb with a succession of dull, sickening
thuds.
How the Suffers Suffer.
We were toasting our shins around the
superheated Sibley stove when Private Rich
| who was out as the driver of the four
| line team-made some mention of a rancher
who had sold the ninth cavalry a load of
pies at Pine Ridge during the Sioux cam
paign of 1SDO-'91. That recalled the fact
that the granger aforementioned did not
get paid for the pies in question. He per-
mitted all comers to help themselves be-
cause trooper who had a sergeants over
y