Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-03-03
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This is Thrilling Story From the Adiron.
Gacks.
Mr.. Edward DrOop and MIR. Arthur
Moses as Hunters of Bear - The
stump Was Photographed.

From the DogerilIe IN. " Free Press
Last Friday night a Free Press reporter
VINO was lounging about the Dolgeville rail-
road depot saw two distinguished looking
individuals step down out of the day coach,
approach one of the village buses. and
having given some directions in regard to
their baggage, climb inside
They were then whsked rapidly away
toward the village
One was Edward H. DrooD of Washing
ton, ID. c., a musical composer of much
prominence, who is at the head of one
of the largest music publishing houses in
the SOUTH
Inc other was a very wealthy CAPITALIST
Arthur c. Moses. also of WASHINGTON. d. C
The gentlemen have been the guests of
MI and Mrs. B. H. Jansen at their resi-
dence on State street
purihg the first evening of their stay
some one made a casual remark about A
Dear, whereat both gentlemen (who have
attained no little prowess as mighty hum
ters) Immediately proclaimed their eager
hunt bar
VI course. the trip was quickly arranged.
AT an early hour Monday morning the
party, consisting of DR.. and Mrs. Mangoid,
Mr. ana Mrs. Alois Brambach, Miss Ger
tiude Brambach. Master Bruno Brambach.
George Seidel and Mr.. and Mrs B. H Hans
sen, left for the woods.
ne merry music of the sleigh bells the
crisp morning air, and the sunlight on the
Ice which coated every tree and shrub ali
gotten. ~ N All
without a thought-without a Fremont
tlon OF danger-the party proceeded rapidly
toward Pleasant lake, where it had been
declded that the first stop should be made
Miust gay snatches of song and laugh
ing padinage the time passed quickly and
Il wi rxoI ,l,.;..
ton. '--
Here guide awaited the hunters and 1t
was not long before they had left the
beaten trail and entered the Great North
ern wilderness
Everything was silent,
But marx. What was that sound?
Inc capitalist had already raised his gun
10 MS shoulder in anxious expectancy
The composer, however (who was the
more composed of the two), calmly waited
1t proved to be nothing but a frightened
bunny who was skurrying homeward in
comical haste
The hunters passed along, soon entering
long since abandoned wood road Here
the branches of the mighty evergrcens in
termingled overhead. Though it was but
midday. yet it seemed as it We're twilight.
Soon, however, the party came to a small
clearing and here they stopped moment 10
rest, Mr. Droop seating himself on the
stump which appears in the foreground of
the picture, the other members of the hunt
ing party grouping themselves about him
whiie ne recounted narrowing tale of
some youthful adventure
AFTER renewing the diplomatic relations"
Vhe arpltrator being a flask of old bour-
bonn, Mr. Droop suggested separating and
taxing to the Businesses of the wilderness
hundred yards apart, boys, and meet
on top of the RIDGE was the call as he
swung of into the dark recesses of the
forest.
Three-quarters of an hour was spent in
anxious search for game.
The death-lfke silence of the woods
only broken by an occasional whistle as the
hunters signaled each other. and by the
swapping of the snow-crust as ii gave way
under each mans weight.
Oh. what glorious day it was!
1t is a self-eyident fact that when two
bodies start from two given points of the
compass and proceed toward one another
on straight line they will some time meet.