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THE ALTUS PLAINDEALER.
VOL. I.
ALTUS, OKLAHOMA, THURSDAY, MAY 19. 1898.
NO. 47.
THE WHITE WOLF.
IFTY years ago
a family of Catta-
raugus Indians
lived on the Corn-
pi »iters’ Reserve, i
in Venango county,
Pennsylvania.
They were known
as the “Jacobs,”
and the males were
all tall, powerful
men and stark
hunters, who followed game clear to
the Canadian frontier. Jim, the young-
est, was the best known. He killed the
last elk ever seen in that state, and is
credited with bringing into Byers’ tra1-
ing post, on the Allegheny, the skins of
forty-one full-grown bears, all taken
in one winter’s hunt.
In 1853 he was guiding a party of
gentlemen from New York, amrmg
whom was the lato Roscoe Conkling,
through the wilds of Elk county. A
camp was made on the head waters of
the Clarion, and the party made prep-
arations to hunt for deer the next day.
Jacobs had been ranging around the
camp and came in late. He was more
than usually silent and sullen. After a
time passed in smoking he startled the
others by declaring that he intended
leaving them at once, and gave direc-
tions to find McCarty's trading post,
three miles down river, where another
guide would be had. After some ques-
tioning as to his sudden resolution, he
explained “he had seen a big white
wolf, and it was bad medicine for In-
juns,” so, gathering up his traps and
calling his two dogs, he disappeared
In the darkness of the woods.
Next morning McCarty’s post was
found without any difficulty, and the
party hospitably received. They told
their story, and McCarty, a man of 65,
who had passed his life on the fron-
tier, said: “So Jim seed the white wolf
again. I've heard of the varmint fifty
years ago, but never seed it, nor do I
know of any white man who has, but
Jim has, no doubt, for he ain’t a liar
or boaster, and all the Injuns think it
bad luck. They are full of notions.
Why, do you know, if they miss a good
shot they think their guns bewitched
and the barrel made crooked, so they
will spend a day huntin' certain yarbs,
take the gun apart, load the barrel, and
then drive down these yarbs till it’s
full, then stick the breech in the fire
and the charge goes off. The barrel is
all right, and they can shoot as well as
, er. Of course, alt timber wolves is
more or less white, 'specially the old
ones, but one plum white I never see,
and don’t expect to.”
Twenty miles east of McCarty’s, on
Beaver Creek, lived Rush Kemble. He
was a hunter and trapper, cultivating
enough land to raise corn for the fam-
ily. He had a small flock of sheep that
he had succeeded in raising, although
bear and panthers were plenty in the
country around. But his luck changed.
The sheep began to disappear. He set
traps, watched at night, while his son
scouted around with his powerful bear
dogs. It was no use; the sheep were
taken. One day he found on the soft
mud on the bank of the creek a num-
cob's white wolf’s hide would come to
the tanyard.” :
The trail led northwest over a rang#
of hills covered with laurel, utterly
sterile. The dogs ran freely, keeping
the men well up to the collar. About
midday they found pheasant feathers
on the trail—the wolf had snapped up
one for lunch. Their game was head-
ing for "Baker’s Rocks.”
It was growing dark as they entered
a wild ravine, one side faced with
rocks, full of holes. Here they resolv-
ed to camp. If the wolf holed they
could get at him at daybreak, and if
he tried to get away the dogs would
give warning. A fire was built and
each man divided his roast venison and
corn dodger with his dogs. It grew
bitter cold and very little sleep was
had. At daylight they began to scout
around and shortly a wild burst of
trumpets from the pack showed they
were running on sight.
“See, look on the top of yon rock!
Jacobs was right—it’s white.”
Although there was no sun It was
perfectly clear, and there was the wolf
seen through the thin, wintry air. The
rock was bare, and the animal stood as
if carved in stone—over three feet high
at the shoulder. The dead white hair
was bristling with rage, and the tail
lashing like an angry cat’s; one could
see the huge jaws and iron teeth clash.
“It’s nigh three hundred yards, but
let him have it.”
Four rifles cracked, and the bullets
sang, but the “white wolf” was gone.
The yelling of the dogs was plainly
heard.
Excited and eager, all hands charged
the rocks. It was a hard climb. They
reached the top, and the wolf was gone.
Inside of an hour the dogs found the
trail. The dogs seemed confident and
ran at racing speed. The top of the
ridge was covered with a scant growth
of scrub oak, and on the river side was
sheer rock down sixty feet to the wa-
ter. Right on a point of rocks that
jutted out into the river the “white
wolf” came to bay. Kemble plainly
saw a huge, gaunt animal covered with
bristling white hair. The red eyes
glowed with fire, and for an instant he
lost his head. The dogs were getting
the worst of it, and he fired. A sud-
den flash, and he plainly saw the wolf
disappear over the face of the cliff.
All rushed to the spot. There was
not a trace. At the foot of the cliff
the river was open. No splash was
heard. For an hour they watched,
and then made a circuit, but the dogs
seemed indifferent and made no effort.
And this was the last of Jim Jacobs’
“white wolf.” It was never seen or
heard of again in northwestern Penn-
sylvania. There were skeptics, but
they were silenced by the fate of the
hunters. Not one died a natural death
nor long after, and Jim Jacobs escaped
the many perils of the wilderness for
thirty years to be crushed to death on
the Erie railway in 1865.
DOWN IN THE VALLEY
WHERE THE MISSISSIPPI ROLLED
ITS MUDDY WATERS.
nlg Game ami Wildcat* Roam—Exciting
Sport In Arkansas and the State
Actohh the Stream—A Guide Who
Wasn't Disturbed by Merc Trifles.
TOOK AIM AND FIRED.
ber of tracks, unmistakably a wolf.
One day in September while he was
absent from home his daughter Ruth
was feeding their one pig. Suddenly
she saw the chickens scampering for
the barn, while behind was an animal
like an enormous dog, gaunt, covered
with rough hair and pure white in
color. It had caught a chicken and was
devouring it. Full of terror she rushed
Into the house. Catching up a rifle and
calling the house-dog she crept around
the cabin. The wolf had caught anoth-
er chicken. The dog was an old bear
hound, and game. He rushed on the
beast, while Ruth, resting the gun on
one of the projecting logs of the cabin
took a long aim and fired. The wolf
gave a leap in the air and came down
plump on the dog. In an instant the
beast had disappeared and poor Boston
lay dead with his head half bitten off.
The next day Kemble and two others
started out to hunt down the “white
wolf.” As a lure the forequarter of
deer had been hung In the woods a few
miles away, and in the early morning
they found this gone, and on the slight
ly frozen snow were plainly seen the
big tracks of the wolf. They had
twelve fine dogs who hunted by scent
gad ail wars confidant that “Jim Ja-
A Curious Start In Life.
A correspondent writes to the Fam-
ily Herald and Weekly Star from Mac-
leod, N. W. T., as follows: A slip of
your paper (I am unable to give the
date), recently fell into my hands, in
which was an account of an unique
hat, constructed entirely of corn. In
this connection the following may not
be deemed altogether inappropriate:
In the early days of the Soho Works,
Birmingham, Eng., a workman called
on Messrs. Boulton & Watt requesting
to see Matthew' Boulton, from whom he
unsuccessfully solicited employment.
As he was turning away, Boulton, who
was a very sharp-sighted man where
anything mechanical was about, called
him back, and, asking him whence he
procured his hat. was told he had made
himself. “What is it made of?”
Wood.” “How did you make it?”
‘Turned it in a lathe,” replied the
man. “But, man,” said Boulton, "that
thing is round; you could not turn
that in a lathe.” He had hit upon the
expedient, now well enough known,
of causing the lathe spindle to rise and
fall once for every revolution it made,
as is done today in the invention
known as the elliptical chuck. This
man was Murdoch, who became the
manager of the works, and who was
instrumental, above all other men, in
giving to the Soho Works the proud
position It for so many years enjoyed
among mechanics. In another place
you mention as a modern invention a
fall-down lazy man's bedstead, actu-
ated by the alarum of a clock. This
was exhibited at a workman's exhibi-
tion held at the Lambeth Baths, Lon-
don, England, in the year 1864 or 1865.
(Special letter.)
OOK In the text
books and find that
Mississippi is on
the east side of the
Mississippi river
and that Arkansas
is on the west side.
But changes in the
channel have been
numerous since
state lines were es-
tablished, conse-
quently one may be miles to the west
of the river and still in Mississippi.
The old beds of the river fill up rapid-
ly and In a few years are covered with
vegetation, almost tropical in its lux-
uriance. Great stretches of swamp
land are formed, which become the
haunts of varieties of game familiar
in the southern states.
Maj. S. W. Clark of Ixjuisville, Ky.,
was one of a party that visited the
hunting grounds near Blue Point,
about forty miles south of Memphis,
this winter. When on a visit to St.
Louis he told a reporter of a cat hunt
which proved the most exciting inci-
dent of the week’s sport.
“There were six of us, besides two
servants and nineteen' dogs,” said the
major. “We had good sport, killing
twelve deer the first three days, be-
sides several turkeys, and no end of
ducks and squirrels. The fourth day
was too cold and dry for the dogs to
hold the scent well, and we had several
long chases after deer without success.
Just as daylight was fading I heard
the dogs coming toward me in full cry.
They were coming directly down the
path that skirted the canebrake. I
cocked my gun and waited, expecting
to see the deer at any instant. It
struck me odd that I couldn’t hear the
animal running, for the dogs were not
more than 100 yards aw'ay. Suddenly
a grayish-yellow body bounded into
sight not fifteen feet in front of two
hounds. Before I realized that it was
a wild cat, the beast had disappeared
in the cane. The dogs "followed, and
almost immediately came to bay. I
saw the cat skin up a dead tree not
more than thirty feet from the edge
of the canebrake. There was one limb
to the tree, about forty feet from the
ground. The cat ran out on it, and
stood, with back arched, fur raised, its
short tail as big as your leg and spit-
ting defiance and hatred at its canine
enemies. It was an easy mark. One
charge of buckshot brought the cat
down. I couldn’t see where it fell, but
from the yelps of the dogs I soon knew
the cat w’asn’t dead. Jumping to my
mule, I forced my way into the brake.
A fallen tree prevented my going di-
rectly to the scene of combat, which I
could hear raging. The cat was evi-
dently making a hard fight. By mak-
ing a detour of 100 feet or so, I got to
the battleground. Two of the dogs
were dead, ripped open by the sharp
claws of the cat, and several others
were howling with pain. The cat was
about finished and the dogs gave him
the finish while I was trying to call
them off so I could end his life with
another shot.
“It was the first wildcat I had ever
seen in the woods, and I was prouder
of myself than if I had killed a six-
prong buck. But I was angry about
the dead dogs, both w’ell-trained, finely
bred hounds of the Blue Goose strain.
and let the cat have it In the h&nucbe#.
It was effective. The cat gav# one
scream and leaped Into the air aa
though allot out of a gun. Nobody
would have thought that he could do
it, but he jumped with such power that
he landed on a guide, who was fully
forty feet from the base of the tree.
“Man and cat went down together.
Before you could wink an eye the
dogs had them both covered. It didn't
last more than a minute, but waa the
briskest fighting I ever saw. The
guide was a powerful man, and had a
big knife In his belt. He got It out
just as the cat fastened his teeth in hi»
shoulder and began tearing with all
of his claws. As the dogs seized the
cat the guide sent the steel home. It
was a fierce fight, but the odds were
too great for the cat. The fierce brute
was soon dispatched.
“The guide’s coat protected his
shoulder, but he had a deep scratch In
his side and another in his thigh. He
was bleeding profusely, and we were
alarmed, for a cat scratch is poison-
ous. But he insisted that a little
whisky and tobacco would fix him all
right. I gave him my flask. He took
a big drink, then a chew of tobacco.
Then he bathed his wounds with the
whisky, after which he applied the half
masticated tobacco to them and bound
them up with strips of a dude hunter s
white shirt. We wanted to return to
camp, but the wounded guide wouldn’t
hear to It till he shot a cat.”
DAIRY AND POULTRY.
INTERESTING CHAPTERS FOR
OUR RURAL READERS.
flow Successful Furmcrs Operate Tills
Department of tho Farm A Few
Hints as to tbe Care of Live Stock
and Poultry.
roads? You would not have to carry
so much stuff to the creamery.
Mr. Lyons—In Southern Illinois the
farmers will come to town anyway, and
the creameries are not far apart. I
cannot see where the advantages come
,nQ __What Is your objection to the
hand separator?
Mr. Lyons—The creamery would have
to drive around and collect the cream.
Q__What Is the objection from the
farmer’s standpoint?
Mr. Lyons—One of the great objec-
tions would be the expense of collect-
ing the milk. The farmer’s expense in
hauling the milk Is not to be compared
with the creamery’s expense in going
after it. The creamery man has to pay
two or three dollars for a team and
driver, when many times the farmer s
teams are Idle and can do It much
cheaper than the creamery man. The
A Profitable Flock.
At no time In the more than twenty-
five years that I have been writing for
the agricultural papers has there been
as much interest shown In and so
many questions asked about the care
and management of poultry as now,
says a writer In Home and Farm. I
believe that one reason for this is that
during the years of low prices for sta- -------- , , th
ole crons the farmers who kept poultry expense comes out of the farmer in tne
and cared for it well found that they end, and I claim the present plan would
HER OWN TEACHER.
(Boston Letter.)
The works of Mrs. Cadwallader-Guild
a sculptress and a native of Boston,
are attracting a good deal of atten-
tion in Germany at present. She has
Total DurkncM Not Wanted.
Mrs. Burleigh—How is it that your
daughter never seems to have any
steady company? Dear me! 1 wish it
was that way with my Beatrice. Mrs.
Sharpson—The mystery is easily ex-
plained. We use electricity in our
house. You know you can’t turn that
down without extinguishing it.
Couldn't Stand It.
A countryman walked into a news-
paper office to advertise the death of
a relative. "What is your charge?” he
asked of the clerk. "We charge two
dollars an inch.” “Oh!" said the coun-
tryman. “I can't afford that. >Jy friend
wia #U fe«t Ur## la«h#a.'
paid the grocery bills easily and that
a hundred or more dollars could be
made from poultry easier than from
any other product of the farm. One
reason why so many farmers fail to
appreciate the profit from poultry is
that no account is kept with the hens
and no credits given, and the a\erage
farmer could not give an intelligent
guess as to what it costs to keep a
hen a year or tell whether she paid for
her feed or not. On many farms the
poultry is neither fed nor watered, but
are expected to rorage and steal Horn
hogs and other stock what they can,
and they get no care except from the
farmer’s wife, who already has more
duties than it is possible for her to at-
tend to properly.
For several years past 1 have taken
all the care of my poultry, and I have
fed them as regularly as I do my work
teams, and have seen that they had
plenty of pure, fresh water to drink,
free from ice in winter and changed
two or three times a day in summer
and that they have had grit and a
dust hath accessible at all times. The
result has been that I have had eggs
in abundance. In 1897 I kept 120 Ply-
mouth Rock hens and thirty-three lay-
ing Pekin ducks. We raised nearly 200
ducks and 150 chickens. I cannot give
the exact cost of feed, for we feff two
litters of pigs from the same bins or
meal and bran that the poultry was fed
from, but I estimate that we
fed our
be more successful.
Q.—How about in the summer?
Mr. Lyons—In our experience the
milk for many of the creameries in
Southern Illinois is brought in by the
young people, children, and old people
that are not very serviceable on the
farm, and thus it is done with very lit-
tle expense. Suppose half a dozen farm-
ers club together in a locality. Of
course the one that comes in loses half
a day, but how often does that happen?
Only once a week, and he must come
to town for supplies occasionally. Of
course where farmers are within a mil#
of the creamery it takes only a small
portion of time.
q —'You do not mean to say that the
milk is delivered only once a week?
Mr. Lyons—I mean that where half
a dozen farmers club together one
needs to come only once a week.
Q.—I am not Interested in this mat-
ter at all; but It strikes me very forci-
bly that I can see a great objection to
it. It is utterly impossible for a man
to operate fifty machines as well as he
can one. If this gentleman has fifty
or seventy-five patrons the use of hand
separators would thus necessitate fifty
or seventy-five machines Instead of
one. The difference In the expense is
great.
Mr. Lyons—The idea of tbe hand sep-
arator is that the farmer has one him-
self.
Q.—That doesn’t change the matter.
He has to make the investment and
meal,
in addi-
“ELECTRON.”
gained her greatest success in Berlin.
She enjoys the patronage of the Prin-
cess Helene von Sachsen-Altenburg, a
bust of whom she recently designed
and placed on exhibition. The Ger-
man government has awarded Mrs.
Cadwallader-Guild several lucrative or-
ders. Through the influence of Von
Stephan, the secretary of state, she ob-
tained the contract to design the two
statues “Post” and “Telegraphie” on
the new postofflee building in Magde-
burg. She has also executed a bust of
Joachim for Robert von Mendelssohn
of Berlin.
Mrs. Cadwallader-Guild is termed an
autodidactic sculptress. She complet-
ed her first statue, it is said, without
having received any technical instruc-
tion, and her later works were accom-
plished without the aid of teachers or
instructors. She has had works to
the number of 280 on public exhibition
in Berlin, where she has a studio. Her
designs were also exhibited at the Ger-
man Kunstverein, in Bremen, and at
Bock’s, in Hamburg. Electron is one
of her most beautiful works.—New
York Herald.
poultry about 300 bushels of corn and keep it In order. In your creamery you
oats, two tons of bran and $10 worth | operate one or two machines. In th
of special food, such as bone
meat meal and oil meal, and
tion large quantities of lettuce an
cabbage, which cost but little, as w
can grow 150 pounds of lettuce to the
square rod, and we only feed the un
merchantable cabbage after marketing
the salable heads. It is a liberal esti-
mate that our feed cost $80.
Feed was cheap this year, corn sell-
ing at 17 cents a bushel and bran at
$8.50 per ton. Our sales for the year
from the poultry were $286.46, but
about $120 of this was from eggs for
other case you have seventy-five. No
two farmers will operate the same ma-
chine alike, one will operate it right
and one wrong.
A Horse Breeders Convention.
In view of the present situation in
horse breeding and the limited supply
of good horses for the world’s mar-
kets now open to America, a number
of prominent horse dealers and breed-
ers have united in calling a national
convention to meet In ChLcago on
Wednesday, March 30, at the Palmer
House, ht 10 a. m., to encourage prompt
»“Sfb^xC5«,r«»T.b[. source or I -iiorou, breeds of .be bee. classes of
profit would not be available to farm-
ers generally. One hundred dollars
worth of eggs were sold at market
to the grocer, and these were
prices
gold at from 7
cents per dozen to 20
horses to suit the Increasing domestic
and foreign demand, to discuss togeth-
er the market requirements as to the
best class of horses to breed for the city
and export trade, with due consldera-
the wants and Interests of the
extreme" prices™ but Se^lveragV was | term! and™ or^anizTa NaU^al Hone
not far from 10 cents a dozen, and we
sold $63.78 worth of poultry, mostly
ducks. It will be seen that we sold
$163.78 worth of poultry products at
ordinary prices, and if the eggs sold
for hatching had been sold in the mar-
ket instead of for hatching our sales
would have been just about $180, in-
stead of $2S6. And in showing that
poultry is profitable this smaller sum
Is the fair one to consider. The reader
will probably conclude that the feed
should be deducted from this, leaving
$100 as net profit.
iMy/I *l|,.
LEAPED INTO THE AIR.
I determined to get even by killing an-
other cat before the hunt was ended.
“True to my resolve to avenge the
death of my hounds I insisted on a
regular cat hunt next day. The guides
were eager for it. They scoured the
countryside for cat dogs. Soon we had
a cat started. He gave us a run of a
mile through canebrakes and thickets
of greenbriar that cuts like a knife.
The rat was finally treed in a clearing.
"‘Pepper him with small shot,' said
gomebody: that'll make him Jump.'
"I slipped a charge of single Bs into
wf (un, backed off about forty yards
Monkey Kang the Bell.
A lady who lives in a New Y'ork ho-
tel is fond of animal pets and lately
bought a monkey, which, though
pleased with his quarters, was soon
anxious to look further. He noticed
that when his owner touched the elec-
tric bell the door was presently open
ed. When opportunity offered he put
his thumb on the electric knob and
kept it there. When the door opened
there were five bell boys outside. The
monkey dived through the mob of
them and flew down the hall, hotly
pursued. Hard pressed, he noticed an
open transom over a door marked
thus: “Bath.’ He flew up the door
and through the transom, leaving the
baffled bell boys aghast in a group
outside. Instantly ensued a splash,
followed by a piercing shriek: as the
door flew open a lady, seant'ly draped
in a bath towel, burst out on the
dumbfounded bell boys and fled
screaming down the hall, with the de-
lighted monkey perched on her shoul-
ders and holding on by her hair.—
Life.
IVnnip Than Ghost Storle*.
Smith—Young Wederlv is continual-
■ ly relating creepy stories. Jones—
! About ghosts. I suppose. Smith—No.
i About that precocious infant of his.
A Krnlkut.
Mama—What kind of a dollie do you
want. Mildred? Little Mildred—I want
one that will cry when I spank her—
Puck.
Dairying in Southern Illinois.
(Condensed from Farmers' Review
Stenographic Report of Illinois State
Dairymen's Convention.)
L. A. Spies spoke on feeding of dairy
cows in southern Illinois. In part he
said; The feeding of dairy cows in dif-
ferent localities is influenced most by
the kind of feed that grows best in
those localities. Southern Illinois has
long been noted for Its crops of corn.
We have our cows come In fresh in
the fall of the year, as we then get our
dairy products when they will bring the
most money. We have long since quit
buying other people's mistakes, and
raise our own cows. We train them to
be hearty eaters and develop a sound
constitution. I would not dairy with-
out silage, as this makes It possiWe to
have succulent feed all the year round,
the very thing necessary for a large
flow of milk.
Mr. W. K. Lyons also contributed an
interesting paper, which led to the fol-
lowing discussion:
Q.—I would like to ask if the bad
condition of the roads for quite a por-
tion of the year isn't quite a drawback
to dairying in this section?
Mr. Lyons—Occasionally it is. The
way It is right now it is considerable
of a drawback, but for several winters
past we have experienced very little
difficulty in that regard.
Q —I would like to ask this question:
Mr. Lyons, in his remarks, rather dep-
recated the use of the hand separator.
Wouldn't the use of hand separators In
furnishing cream to the creameries ob-
, vUte some of the difficulty of bad
Breeders’ and Dealers’ Association to
permanently advance these interests, to
encourage the improvement of Ameri-
can horse breeding up to the standard
of the world's best markets. An at-
tractive program of able speakers will
entertain the convention, which, with
the free discussion by horsemen and
delegates, will make the meeting one
of the most important ever held in this
country in the interests of horse breed-
ing. Horse breeders and importers of
all the recognized breeds and classes
are invited to meet with the exporters,
dealers and shippers at this convention
and unite in organizing a national as-
sociation, that Is more urgently needed
now than ever before to encourage and
direct American horse breeding. For
program and particulars, address F. J.
Berry, Chairman Com., Union Stock
Y'ards, Chicago, 111.
Chirk* Feathering.
There is a great difference In the
breeds as to the time of the chicks
feathering out. Some of the non-set-
ting breeds feather out very quickly
and therefore need more attention in
the matter of food. This precocity is
not desirable, but we must admit that
it can not be helped. As the feather
takes not carbo-hydrates, but proteins,
for Its formation. It is evident that we
should give more of this kind of feed
to the chicks at the time they are be-
ginning to feather.
The breeds that do not feather out
quickly are supposed to stand the proc-
ess better, for it Is the opinion among
poultrymen that a chick that feathers
slowly is more certain to be raised
than the one that feathers out rapidly.
This is due to the fact that the process
is very weakening, and the chick falls
an easy prey to lice and germs of dis-
ease. _
Average Income from Cows—The av-
erage Income from dairy cows in local-
ities where the milk is sold to conden-
sing factories is said to be about $38.00
a year. It sometimes runs as high as
$75.00 to a cow, and sometimes as low
as $25.00, but the general average U »•
timaied to be about $38.00.
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The Altus Plaindealer. (Altus, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 47, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 19, 1898, newspaper, May 19, 1898; Altus, Oklahoma Territory. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc496630/m1/1/?q=%22%22~1: accessed May 17, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.