An angler's reminiscences; a record of sport, travel and adventure, with autobiography of the author . and some seventy Southwest Apaches and Comanches at Ft. Marion, , in uniform. The smallest Indian, at the tail of the line, was namedMatches, and he was a smart, cheerful match for any of them. He gave a littleby-play in the plaza and could shoot arrows and keep six in the air at once byquick dexterity. My venturing among the wild redskins in the reservations wasa hazard in the seventies. But I could enjoy the association of Micmacs, Malicetesand Mohawks at random in Canada, who f
An angler's reminiscences; a record of sport, travel and adventure, with autobiography of the author . and some seventy Southwest Apaches and Comanches at Ft. Marion, , in uniform. The smallest Indian, at the tail of the line, was namedMatches, and he was a smart, cheerful match for any of them. He gave a littleby-play in the plaza and could shoot arrows and keep six in the air at once byquick dexterity. My venturing among the wild redskins in the reservations wasa hazard in the seventies. But I could enjoy the association of Micmacs, Malicetesand Mohawks at random in Canada, who furnished good voyageurs and bois ducoureurs for salmon fishers and moose hunters. While sitting in my office inNew York my first year Dr. W. F. Carver dropped in fresh from Dakota, wherehe was born, and shot an Indian arrow into my ceiling overhead to show me howhe could shoot a buffalo through the heart on a run. Soon after he and A. had some by-play before the public, shooting glass balls, and BuffaloBill put up hisi first big show at Evastina, Staten Island. Those were great DR. w. i-. car\i-:r. THE i;2V/T0nPUBLIC LIBRA! WOKK AXI) 51 A little before tliat I was up at St. Regis lake, in the Adirondacks, with , of Brooklyn, to see him stake out a sportsmens hotel for Apollo Smith,who is alive yet and at 80 odd. That time I met Mrs. W. H, H. Murray, with?.?\dirondack Murray. They had a camp of their own at Raquette lake. Shetalked me down for shooting my .22 at her pet duck, which was paddlingabout the edge of the water in front. I mistook it for a wild widgeon. When Isaw her husband in after years it was at Boston, Montreal and the Guadalupemountains in , where he was raising horses. Your venerable correspondent, Almo, tells in your last number (SportsmensReview) the most wonderful fishing story I ever read of a two and a half hourslie and a dog spent in the Scotland highlands in landing a great salmon whenlie w
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