The times., 1897-09-12

year finds a gathering of the same
devotees at the shrine of nature, while
among the inhabitants of the Queen City
itself may he found several women whose
prcwesS with rod and gun is deserving of
special praise. One Is shy young debu-
tante, 10 who mrhe customary round of balls
and teas is an ordeal to be faced with
terror.
To hear her gasp in dismay at the pros
poet of reception, or to see the long eye
Iashes cover pair of umid eyes if she is
presented u a stranger, hardly prepares
you for a dauntless young person in the
woods, tramping ten or fifteen miles over
hardly perceptible trails without apparent
fatigue and handling her rifle with the
dainty are young mother bestows on her
first babe.
Partridge shooting is her especial pas
time, and she AYERS that the soft ''whirr''
of the birds as they rise in sweeter
music to her ears than the best two-step
ever played.
Il am myself in the woods she says
enthusiastically. Il love the Springy feel
ing of the moss under foot, the uangle OF
the underbrush, the unexpected turning
and twisting of the trail and the sunlight
fiItering through the heavy branches over
head
II would give all the days in camp fuT
one of the nights" says an older sports
woman; give me a spicy bed of hemlock
boughs, with my gun lying on couple OF
notche sticks ct the head. Then at mid
night I'll get up and steal out noiselessiy
into the starlit night, stepping carefully on
the balls Of my feet, stopping every fifteen
or twenty feet to stand a few minutes he
hind tree, listening for d cracking in
the underbrush, and after en- hours stalk
ing there is a deer standing motionless,
| listening now with one ear back, now both
then the nose comes forward, shifting the
| unknown danger, then the poise FOR flight
| up with my rifle-a shot through the
| shoulder-hurrahl I've got my deerT'
did ever have buck fever?' Never. L
| learned TO shoot in the Adirondacks when
1 was very young girl. My guide took a
| piece of tanbark and shaped it like the
| head ard shoulders ofa deer. Then he nailed
{ it on d tree OH the banks of a stream.
| won't tell you where it is said he.
| You must keep your eyes open, and
| when yoe seeit, take good aim and fire."
| / shall never forget how | watched the
banks as he padded me upstream. until
| ! saw my target. / hitit in the shoulder
| and the next day he took me after deer
in earnest. When l say my deer in range.
! thought Of my tan bark model. aimed for
| the shoulder, and shot my first deer"
The best all-rouEd sportswontan of
Marquette takes camping sans frills OF
any kind. To see her arrayed for wad-
ing streams in q discarded suit OF her
| husbands, long rubber boots reaching to
the hips, and q dilapidated slouch hat
pulled over her eyes, is to realize that
in her estimation sport is the only con-
/ slderation and personal appearance a
| thing only to he forgotten.
| Tneless she wades the ice-cold
| streams, trying at each dark little pool
To lure out the speekIed trout, which in
! such sraall streams are much more vivid
in eoloring than those captured in deep.
rock fishing.
Her camp is an ideal one, on the bor
ders nf small lake, not far from, Lake
! Superior.
fiSn swim up to the front door of the
cabin To he caught and deer walk up tC
the back door to be shot, and l should