Mh fK A(t AM ‘ TEM t Ce) iy) HN! Rte f ; \ Heit ay a D f, Vi CNS rye AR yhyed x! al ry, Wiles Mey, ae hep Baty DAYS eel Des eeenee 4, 4 ‘ eee ah ny eee ke A, cry \ Ee f ARS ) % sae ¢ ne fk ‘ i a Ne) aN ye ‘3 ‘4 PP EU SS Secs Sees noe Beeps ve ae HARVARD UNIVERSITY. +N’ = . Y we MY - fi ee D 1 . } VIE t R S. \ ~— “S / LibRAK Y OF THE sj MUSEUM OF COMPARATIVE ZOOLOGY 7 é oa | BEQUEST OF WILLIAM BREWSTER Dice. HY [FRO ——_— rd ILLIAM BREWSTER ee ic t ra 7. i ‘ 4 : " ‘. , ‘ ws g yy 1 cL ‘ . ; oa " f F i a. fi es 1 ‘ Fe \ i ; i v ) WA Xi Ns iat ru J ia a i 5 i \ « y I ie is 1 rn “fap - war TE ti, i MM ihis hy i He, h vie. Mash } igi gite Wat TN, Ui My, % Vg Yip ag We Mei he digs Natdy oct da ange, hg Ss Aes UBLIsHED BY E. ANNIS, NEW YORK fj they are out of doorsall day long—bathing f}in the sea, golfing, playing tennis, or _. ff motoring over English-built roads. Every- : body goes fishing and returns with a catch. — Climbing the Blue mountains is a favorite sport, too, while the many places of sur passing beauty and of historic and roman- tic associations afford the most dclignnl of short tours. : Don’t you need a week or two of summer time? Jamaica is only four days’ sail on perfectly appointed twin-screw steamers, from theice- clogged harbors of Boston or Philadelphia. Splendid hotels provide every comfort. Steamers sail every week. Round trip, including meals and staterooms, $45.00. Why not learn more about this beautiful island by sending for our free illustrated brochure, “A Happy Month in Jamaica,” and our monthly, “The Golden Caribbean.” Long Wharf, ao “5 N. Wharves, Philadelphia, Pa. “RAYMOND & WHITCOMB CO., Touyee clsen®: — UNITED FRUIT com PANY 104 E. Pratt St., Baltimore, Md. 321 St. Charles St., New Orleans. THOS. Gon & SON, % Semone (ke YEA Te loOo.N * Ss aon ese mere Ss FF UR Fill in the three subscription blanks below, mail them with $3.00 to “Recreation,” 23 W. 24th St., N.Y. City, and we will immediately send you any one of the following articles you may select. They are all standard goods of reliable manufacturers. Marble Safety Axe No. 5 **Gee”’ Minnow Trap Tubular Flash and Search Light Line Drying Reel No. 1 ideal Casting Reel No. 464 **Champion” Fly Book Winter’s Pneumatic Recoil Pad Hunting Hat Sportsman’s Knife No 61 3 Rubber Camp Blanket Large French Briar Pipe Willow Fishing Creel NAME POST OFFICE COUNTY. STATE NAME POST OFFICE COUNTY. STATE NAME POST OFFICE COUNTY ___ COUPE TE) a Ne EE ee | | When corresponding with advertisers please mention “ Recreation uae. | DV BRT eS Baer less than fifty cents. be deducted from a twelve-time order. ple twelve times a year for the sum of $6.00. KENNEL SETTERS WANTED TO TRAIN. H. H. Smitu, Brookville, Pa. B ROKEN BEAGLES AND PUPS.—2o0 dogs, 30 pujs, from $10 up. Send for pictured circular, free, giving cut of each dog and brood and bitch. S. B. Arriturs, Brookville, Pa. OINTERS AND Game plenty. a HE LARGEST Pointer Kennel in the World is Bar Harsor KENNELS, Bar Harbor, Maine. BEAGLE HOUNDS—Young and mature stock. better. All eligible and bred to hunt. ‘Desonair,’” South End. Gloversville, N. Y. F OR SALE: Pointers, puppies. Cheap. Address | Cuas. Hamman, Shiloh, Ohio. None E VERY DOG FANCIER should have a copy of the second edition of the Symposium on Distemper— 16 pages. Send 1o cents in stamps for copy, including handsome souvenir postal card of champion dog. CHISs Ree Coss 1503) We 140th: St. Ney. City. FoR SALE—Four English Setter Pups, two dogs, two bitches, whelped May 22d. Color, white and lemon. Best hunting stock, and eligible to registration. Dogs, $20; bitches, $15. Pedigree on application. E. J. HEFFELMAN, Canton, Ohio. P.&S. iHennels Breeders of English Setters. A postal brings you printed lists of shoot- ing dogs, brood bitches and puppies, for sale at all times. The [me ane ported aL Set- ter, “Lingfield Bragg” at stud. e isa Field Tria inner a also pete Te es Bench Winner. Send for handsome Illustrated Souvenir booklet of this great dog. R. S. Barrett, 916-A., State Life Bldg., Indianapolis, Ind. YOUNG’S IMPROVED DOG BISCUIT oe 5 0 So OO Saas 78 letzten lesa geet a ON ee! For sale by all Grocers and Sporting Goods dealers. Send for our special premium offer. YOUNG’S BISCUIT CO., 89 Fulton Street, Boston, Mass. WANTS :: FOR SALE :: EXCHANGE DVERTISEMENTS will be inserted under the proper heading in this department at the rate of A 5 cents a word, each initial and figure counting as one word. Cash must invariably accompany the order. It is possible through this department to reach nearly 400,000 peo- Display type and illustrations at regular rates. No advertisement will be inserted at A discount of 10 per cent. may KENNEL M T. IDA KENNELS Blue Blooded Boston Terriers. 85 Topliff Street, Dorchester, Mass. Puppies, studs and brood bitches always on hand. BOOK ON A @ Dogs Diseases AND HOW TO FEED Mailed Bree to any address by the author Hi. Clay Glover, D.V.S. = 1278 Broadway, N. Y, A LIVE ANIMALS FoR SALE—Live 1905 Mule Deer, in fine condition. Cheap. He Pe Wesrconn Aiden aNe aye SQUAB have supplied equipment for many of the finest estates in America. Our plant is the largest and best and importers in America combined. There is a reason for this; look around before buying. “How to Make Money with Squabs.” Visitors welcome at our plant and Boston office. Address, WE WERE THE PIONEERS IN SOQUABS. Our Hom- ers are straight bred and unexcelled for size. We in the world. During the past year we sold more Homers than all other pigeon breeders We publish a full line of printed matter, covering every detail of this rich industry. Send for our Free Book, Hor Alp oy Alo PryMoutH RocKx Souas Co., C9OD wid adraatuistud 402 Howard Street, Melrose, Mass. SPECIAL SIXTY DAY OFFER. Just to introduce our Selected Imported Belgian Homers, we will give FREE a complete outfit for breed- ing squabs. Send 4 cents in stamps for our special offer circular which tells you all. There are no better Homers in America than our birds, and our prices are lower than any other firm. Remember, we are the larg- est importers in America. We also have all kinds of Pheasants, Swan, Peacocks, Wild and Fancy Waterfowls, Turkeys, White Guineas, Poultry, Collie Dogs, Fancy Pigeons and Imported Angora Cats. Write for what you want. Care Cop Squas, Pouttry anp GAME Farm, Box G, Wellfleet, Mass. RUBBER STAMPS AND STENCILS D° YOU USE RUBBER STAMPS? We make the best rubber stamps and stencils in New York. Pro- tectograph, the best safety check protector made. Rubber Type Alphabets, 5A fonts, $1.10 postpaid. Send postal for circular. AsraAM Aarons, 16% University Place, N. Y. § When corresponding with advertisers please mention “ Recreation’ ’ Pane & A Til O N’ S TAXIDERMY Dont WASTE the trophies of your prowess! Make sport more than pay for itself by taking my COMPLETE correspondence course in TAXIDERMY, $1. Individual instruction. Others cost $10 and up. Send price to CLARENCE BrrpDSEYE, JR., 42 Broadway, New York City. FoR SALE—The head of Old McKinley, the famous old Buffalo Bull, beautifully mounted, clear to the shoulder. Can be seen at Wn. W. Harts, 451 Seventh Ave., N. Y. Write for particulars. Mention ReEcREaATION. BUFFALO HORNS BUFFALO HORNS, matched pairs, polished and mount- ed; also make into showy hall racks; flint-lock pistols; Indian relics, ancient and modern; Navajo blankets; elk tusks; old brass, pewter and crockery. 1I- lustrated lists, 2 cents. N. Carrer, Elkhorn, Wis. SOUVENIR POSTAL CARDS C COLLECTORS OF SOUVENIR CARDS: Join the ex- change and receive beautiful post-cards for your collection from collectors all over the country. Member- ship, ten cents; send stamps or silver. Do it now. INTERNATIONAL SOUVENIR Post-Carp EXCHANGE, Dept. R., Box 1332, Springfield, Mass. COINS $ PAID FOR RARE 1853 QUARTERS; $4 paid 5-75 for 1804 dimes; $15 paid for 1858 dollars; big prices paid for hundreds of other dates; keep all money coined before 1879 and send to cents at once for a set of two coin and stamp value books. It may mean a fortune to you. Address C. F. Crarxe, Agent, en kov, Ne M.,0Mept. 3. EAGLES A LIVE BALD EAGLE. Fine specimen, age’ six. Who wants it? Sell to highest offer. Reason for selling, going to Canada. Joun J. Hynpe, Puncsutawney, Pa. MISCELLANEOUS BEFORE SUBSCRIBING, write Hitt & Ftoyp, 815 Elevents Street, Washington, D. C. 66 SCOOTER” PHOTOS. Send 50 cents in stamps for a fine large photograph of a South Bay “‘Scooter’’— the wonderful boat that sails on ice or water. TI aster than an ice-boat. This is the home of the ‘‘Scooter.”’ I photograph them. Have a large assortment. ‘‘Scooter”’ post cards 5 cents each. H. S. Conxiin, Photographer, Dept. A. 29 Ocean Ave., Patchogue, N. FPUASHLIGHTS ON HUMAN NATURE, an illus- trated book of 240 pages; very interesting, and a year’s subscription to ‘‘The Columbian,” a large 16-page, 64-column, illustrated story-paper,. all post paid for 20 cents. Order early C. I, CrarKe, Agent,.. Dept. 3, LeRoy, N. Y. With Presto-Tan a boy can tan furs for rugs, mittens, etc., in 36 hours. J ull-size package and how to tan furs, 50 cents, prepaid. No stamps. EmMiILeE SEVERINE, Stromsberg, Neb. Boe ah Ne oT HOTELS we om APARTMENTS, 3 to 7 rooms each; rooms sin- gle and en suite. The Hinman, Apartment and European Hotel, MarsHatt Cooper, Mer., 7th and Figuerda, Los Angeles, Cal. Booklet mailed free. GUIDES BIG GAME. Hunting on the Head Waters of the Stickine River. I am better prepared than ever to furnish outfits, pack horses and guides for the season 1905. Moose, caribou, Stone’s sheep, goat, black, brown and grizzly bear are all killed within one hundred miles of Telegraph Creek. Season opens September ist. References: INHGGEWAM EES CONC He alka tacdley. 14s) be Reese. J. Frank CatypreatH, Telegraph Creek, B. C. Via Wrangle, Alaska. The Finest Property Lake George Sale © od hake George Island N.Y. Situated neat the west shore of the lake, ten miles from Lake George village, near the great Sagamore Hotel. One mile from Bolton Landing. Island is seven (7) acres in extent and is heavily wooded, with good soil. Fine tennis courts; good croquet grounds. House has fourteen (14) rooms, includ- ing bath room, servants’ room, butler’s pan- try. There is a separate laundry building, ice house, billiard rooms, power house, con- taining electric plant, and a shop containing all necessary tools. There are: boat house, docks, th-ce good rowboats, 17-ft. launch and the G6o-it. steam yacht Crusader. This island and all that goes with it is the property of a wealthy man who desires to sell for a mere fraction of what he paid for the property. Price, $60,000 if taken at once, through FRANK FORD ** Recreation ”’ 23 West 24th Street New York nnn enn neeRLenioee Reni EaaRnieciS Eee a SSS When corresponding with advertisers please mention “ Recreation” Around Our Camp Fire I leave this rule for others when I’m dead, Be always sure you're right—then go ahead. —DAVID CROCKETT. The ordinary, everyday novel contains from 80,000 to 100,000 words. RECREATION contains generally from seventy to seventy- five thousand words. In the course of a year, a subscriber to RECREATION receives at least 840,000 words. In addition to that he gets a large number of the most beautiful re- productions of sporting scenes that have ever been given away in any country. We say advisedly “given away” because the price that the reader pays hardly reimburses the publisher for the white paper used. A Good Thing Yes, it is quite evident that ‘he readers of RECREATION have a good thing. A very good thing. And it is small matter for. astonish- ment that a very large percentage of the sportsmen of this country begin to realize what wonderful value is being given. Dur- ing the autumn we offered a premium com- petition on a somewhat unusual plan. The results are now before us and we think they will interest our friends. We offered the worker who would ob- ‘tain the most subscrip- tions a bonus equal to half of the value of his subscriptions, in addi- tion to his usual com- mission of forty cents per subscription in pre- mium coupons. To the second we offered a bonus equal to one- quarter of the value of his subscriptions, which would be added, as in- the first instance, to his original commission. The third prize man was to receive ten per cent. of the value of his subscriptions, in iaddi- tion to his commission. These generous offers caused our friends to get to work and the winners turned up among our Canadian friends. The first position was won by Mr. R. O. Montambault, P. O. Box 304, Quebec, Canada, who turned in 75 sub- scriptions, thereby earning $37.50 in cold cash. The second position was secured by Mr. J. B. Matte, 36 Rue de la Fabrique, Quebec, Canada, who turned in 72 subscriptions, thereby becoming entitled to a’check for $18. The third man on the list was Mr. Wm. C. Kistle, 9% N. Oklahoma street, Butte, Mon- tana, who secured 4o subscriptions and won a bonus of $4. Nothing Succeeds But Work Work is the great remedy for pain, beat- ing any patent medicine hollow. Work is not only its own reward but it brings other re- wards in its turn. Therefore, we say to our good friends, work for RECREATION. Keep everlastingly at it. Send us in subscriptions until we can announce, as we hope to do some day in the not too far distant future, that we have 100,000 good and true men and women upon our subscription list, and that as a liv- ing force for the pro- tection of American game RECREATION OC- cupies a position which none can dispute. Modesty a Drawback If we only had the assertive verbosity of some of our compet- itors, what position might we not aspire to? Supposing, now, that we were so filled with the great, egotistt- cal, Ego, that we took up a lot of our valuable space, and more of our readers’ valuable time, in making them read cute little extracts from letters which we re- ceive praising RECREA- TION. Would not it be amusing? And what a degree of editorial acumen it would show. Why, there is never a morning that we do not find in our mail anywhere from a dozen to a score of letters, from men whose friend- ship we have won by simply putting out a clean, strong, American magazine. But don’t be afraid. We won't do it. | We know that you will take all that for granted, and judge us by the pub- lication we are placing in your hands every thirty days. A Word to our Contributors It is quite evident that a very considerable por- HoOneot our intends do not understand the mak- ing up of a magazine. It is not unusual for a contributor to send in an article about the 25th of the month requesting that it appear, without fail, in the forthcoming issue. Now, with every desire to make things pleasant all around and do as our friends wish, we invariably find it impossible to comply with such requests as, by the 25th of the month the forthcoming issue has been on the press for about ten days. At this present writing—Christmas week— we are making up the February issue, and are already turning anx- ious glances toward the hooks upon which the March copy is hanging. So you see that you must be patient with us and give us credit for trying to meet your wishes. Always send in your manuscripts and stories ‘as far ahead as you can. If you have anything on tap that you think will be suitable for the late Spring or Summer num- bers, send it along and give us chance to pass upon it in good season. Preparing Copy In the preparation of copy even those _ that cannot claim to be trained literary craftsmen may help consider- ably by attending to a few simple rules. Never write upon the two sides of the paper. Write as distinctly. as possible and leave am- ple space between the lines for possible edi- torial revision. These things are even more important than purity of diction. and forever. THE MYSTIC FIRE. RECREATION’S PLATFORM An uncompromising fight for the protection, preservation and propagation of all game, placing a sane limit on the bag that can be taken in a day or season, the prevention of the shipment or transportation of game, except in limited quantities, and then only when accompanied by the party who killed it, the prohi- bition of the sale of game. These 66 3 6 are Recreation’s’ From the Forest and the Field We hold ourselves fortunate in having ob- tained an unusual proportion of letters and stories from v»ractical men. In our judg ment, the day of the professional writer on sports has passed. He had a long inning but he did not wear well. It is not true that there «re only a score or so of men, among eighty mil- lions, who are able to write upon sporting sub- jects, though this impres- sion might be gained by looking at the back num- bers of some magazines. Rifles, shotguns, pis- tols and fishing rods are sold by the million and among those who use them there are many men and women who are quite competent and more than willing to tell their fellow enthusiasts what they have done, where they went. how they got there, and the equipment they found best su-ted to the particular sport in which they engaged. It is to this contingent that we confidently appeal, assuring them that the pages of RECREATION are ever open to those who can tell an interesting, straightforward story, and we would add that we dearly love good pho- tographs. Game Preservation The true sportsman is a born game preserver, not only from motives of humanity, but also large- ly from self-interest. He has seen the deplorable effect of indiscriminate game slaughter, and he knows full well that his only chance of indulging in his favorite avocation is through the preserva- tion of the game animals andy binds that hey pi1r— sues. Let each reader of RECREATION constitute himself a committee of one to enforce the game laws, and let him also be ceaseless in his endeav- ors to improve the laws that are on the statute books, wherever, in his judgment as an expert, he considers they need improve- ment. % = £ = slogans now Frank Ford’s Page The other morning one of our friends from up the valley of the Hudson dropped in. “I tell you what it is, Mr. Ford,” said he, “that page of yours is the greatest institution of this country. Why, the boys up my way can hardly wait for the next number of RECREATION, and the very first thing they make a dive for is your page. Every purchase or sale that we have made through you has been an everlasting success.” Although I hate to say so, candor forces me to acknowledge that FRANK Forp has been most phenomenally successful in his dealings. Yet, 1 feel that during the year that has just opened my transactions will be on an even larger and more successful scale than in 1905. My business must grow just as the aval- anche grows—at first a tiny patch of snow breaks away high up on the mountain- side, but as it rolls toward the valley it increases ever in size, until, at length, with a mighty rush and roar that can be heard for miles it spreads out from the foot of the slope, over the whole country side. way Frank Ford is now doing a regular land office business. dealing and the small commission that make him so popular. I can sell you an Irish terrier dog, twenty (20) months old, clean, and safe with chil- dren. A good watch dog, affectionate, yet with plenty of spirit. No: a show dog but a bully good companion. Mention Mr. J. B. Carson when you write. Wilfred Wheeler will sell two (2) fox- hound pups, dog and bitch, six months old, good strain, for $20 or he will exchange for a new Savage .303 or 30-30 carbine. One of my British friends wants to sell a light, 12 bore, made in England, in excellent condition. In fact, equal to new. It is a double 12 bore, with 30-inch barrels, choke. He paid $75 for it°in Birmingham, but is willing to accept $36 in cash. The gun weighs 634 pounds. Mention Mr. W. Wilson when you send your check. Mr. Oglevee desires to part with a new Savage .22 calibre, 1903 Model repeater. Good as new. With brass cleaning rod and two magazines, fitted with Marble Auto- matic Flexible rear sight. What cash offer? List price of the outfit is $17. Mr. Oglevee also desires to sell a Baker, Grade “A,’ Hammerless 12 Ga. shot gun, 30- in. barrels, 734 lbs., stock 14 x 13 in., fine Da- mascus barrels, full choke, list price $42.75. Will take $25. Beginning in a comparatively small It is the square * It is quite useless, my friends, you writing to me to know if certain things are sold that were advertised months ago. Of course, they are sold. Sometimes they could have been sold twenty times over. Goodness only knows how many Luger Pistols I could have sold, for instance, and I have had a number of inquiries for black wolves. Yet, the sup- ply was distinctly limited at the price I was able to quote. If you are looking for any- thing on this page, take my advice and send off your post-office order just as soon as you see anything mentioned that you feel you want. You run absolutely no risk as, if you so instruct, I will hold your check until you notify me that you are satisfied. Only, of course, you will have to pay expressage cn the article, whatever it may be, both ways, if necessary. Mr. W. M. Phillip offers a 25-30 Winches- ter Rifle, 92 Model, with set of reloading tools and Lyman combination, target and sporting sights, in good condition. The out- fit cost $22.75 and he wants $15. What can be nicer than a good gun cab- inet? When you go into your snug break- fast room and the little wifie pours your tea or coffee out of the hissing urn, and you put the ham and eggs, and other delicacies, where Vol. XXIV Number 1 RECREATION A Monthly Devoted tc Everything the Name Implies Dan Beard, Editor ONE DOLLAR A YEAR TEN CENTS A COPY CONTENTS FOR JANUARY, 1906 Cover Design . The Great South Bay Illustrated The Spirit of the Po-tog-on-og . Verses Sport on Long Island Illustrated Her First Moose . Illustrated The Woods . Verses When the Indian Passes . Illustrated Quail. : é 2 ; Illustrated Verses The Mystery of the Blue Goose Picture Making by a Parlor Window Illustrated Woodcock Hunting in New York State Illustrated To Present Lake Without Guides Illustrated Bait Casting in Florida A Leaf From My Sketch Book Guns and Ammunition Dan Beard and the Boys Editorial The Hunting Dog Photography The Game Laws American Archery The Referendum Roy Martell Mason Czpt. Will Graham Ivan Swift Charles A. Bramble Mrs. John F. Van Saun Sophie Earl Anna C. Ruddy Hammond K. Schofield Dan Beard Felix Raymer L. B. Cooper C. G. Willoughby Billy Bass Dan Beard The contents of this magazine are copyrighted and must not be reprinted without permission. WM. E. ANNIS, Publisher, 23 West Twenty-fourth Street, New York Copyrighted, 1905, by Wm. E. Annis Entered at the New York Post-ofice as Second Class Matter they will do the most good, how pleasant to cast your eye over a nicely polished gun case, containing a collection of death-dealing weap- ons that have been companions to you in the field and an inspiration to you in the home? Well, boys, if this little picture strikes your fancy, just drop me a short private communication, and mark the upper left- hand corner of your envelope, “Gun Cabi- net Correspondence.” Mrs. R. J. Reilly has a nice little Cocker Spaniel, bitch, one year old, accustomed to living in the house. She will sell cheap or exchange for a bull-dog that knows how to handle a book agent. Mr. H. C. Baldridge is willing to dispose Ot a 12 Gavk CSimithwrlanimenicss me NoOm2. 32-in barrels, weight 10 lbs. He asks $40. Mr. M. L. Pealer will sell a Double Anas- tigmat lens, working at F 6.8, and covering an 8x1o plate at full opening, with Woolen- Mr. Gordon F. Willey will take $6.50 for a Winchester Repeater, Cal. .22, Model 1890, and he will sell an Iver Johnson Safety Hammerless Revolver, Cal. .38, for $3. Mr. Grover Sharp wants to sell a 45-90, ’°86 Model Winchester, with Lyman sight and all sorts of extras. The whole cost him $30. He will accept $15 in full payment. It is not every day, that)a Daly. cebamrel: $200 grade gun is on the market, but Mr. W.’E. Derry will sell one for $125 cash: It is a hammerless, 12 grade, 734 lbs., 28-in. bar- rels, 25g in. drop by 14 in. and shoots 30-30 rifle cartridge in the third barrel. The same gentleman will sell a $235 Sauer Hammerless Gun for $125 cash. Many of my readers are trappers. - If you want a good book on trapping, send me One Dollar and you will receive it as quickly as sak Shutter for $22. It cost him $37. Uncle Sam can carry it. —QOur esteemed contributor, Mrs. Irene Pomeroy Shields, published some lines, in another publication, unfortunately, that have remained fixed in the gray matter that I am pleased to call my brain. They are as follows: ““Get a move on,’ my son, ‘get a move on,’ “Who squanders his time is a dunce, ““Why, even the planet we live on, ““Ts making two motions at once. ““And if earth with her ages uncounted, ““Goes whirling around night and day, ““Then man, through his short span allotted, ““Has no time to idle away.” This is good advice, and I have been carrying it out in theory for many years. I also want you fellows to get a move on and make this page of mine the medium of more real, live business transactions, back and forth between friends, than any similar page published on the continent. Almost every member of RECREATION’s great family has something he or she wants to sell, or knows of something he or she would like to buy. Now, that you have the privilege of transacting dealings through an absolutely honest broker, get busy! I wonder why more taxidermists do not advertise in RECREATION? Only the other day I happened to drop into Edward Von Hofe’s Fishing Tackle Em- porium, on Fulton street, and noticed a superb specimen of the Amber Jack. It seems this magnificent fish weighed ninety-two pounds when caught at Palm Beach, and it is believed to be the record of its species caught on-+the rod. But the reason I allude to it more particularly is, that the artist who can do such perfect work—for the fish seems almost alive—makes a mistake in hiding his light under a bushel. I predict that, if that man put a card in RECREATION, he would become enormously wealthy. FRANK FORD, Information Dept., Recreation, 23 West 24th Street, INL Ye i i 4 i ; ne a YA 7 i} nae A ws on a j A ‘ 1 Pe ee Gime Owe | my! jal rh Tay Ml Oi : va Putas >, i a Aaa OY aryl Syl) 1.2 Che ( . Cane f - 8 \ ‘ ; ! ' i ih 1 I i j hye ray 1h zi ry) i a rie ‘ ‘Gi f : | : ' hk ; y ; A! tient ; h ay \ 1 uy /, 7, f i er, | | , i ie) yi i j i ‘ MU i f i if io AW Lf iy hae ‘ , ‘- F i ee has iy ws i He uf Ae oy i zt i i : f Dap eva tl hele / ! ry i A at ht j , Me a j | Ala { a me? : \ Ut Tap I a Hs ioe My uy a iP $ i 7 par i ia ' i ; \ Dy y i) nel i f ¥ iP Ve Z ; Cel ne; ) ; \§ ried \ oe y Z , A a ‘ bi yi ~ 6 iH Mi ae Ble ae en f . r E ae 5 1 2] OH I oo * i — E ie ie * et 4 oe we ; y; : ! . ? SL 2 iy an : pice tl * ah uh ; = i ey i A ae as bt zs : Js 3 ’ oe iH a H ee ‘ me + « q y ' ‘ a : _ j t ; I | say ene i i , y it ’ re 9 " ( i ‘ lah ie i ( al > Black Wonder for Florida waters. By equipping the reel with an even spooler, which makes a perfect spool, no difficulty in casting will be experienced by the change in lines. An ideal rod is one of from four feet nine inches to five feet in length—not longer—and of one piece, with remova- ble handle. An adjustable finger hook or trigger is a valuable adjunct. To those objecting to the incon- venience of one-piece rods, may be recommended a rather unique design in the way of two-piece construction, in wich the tips jane {nom )32 so 730 inches in length, depending upon the size trunk in which they are to be packed; the butt joint, including grip and reel seat, making the additional length. Two-piece rods of equal length joints, unless too heavy to possess good action, are almost sure to break at the ferrule. As in all bait casting rods nearly all of the action or spring should be from a point two-thirds of the distance from erip to the tip and so proportioned that when the grip is held rigid and the tip subjected to a right angle strain of 12 oz. will yield nine inches. Florida bass being very tough mouthed and requiring severe striking to set the hooks past the beards, rods less rigid than above will be found lack- ing. Split bamboo is without question the best wood for rods, possessing great strength for its weight and being of relatively «perfect resiliency, but “the glued joints deteriorate rapidly if ex- posed to water, and the cost is rather high if of best quality. Greenheart is next in point of action and in careful hands makes a very sat- isfactory rod, but is inclined to be brit- tle and will not stand careless usage. White lancewood is generally sup- posed to be superior to yellow, but the latter is certainly stronger and althougn slightly heavier, makes a very good and durable rod, one to be recommended to amateurs, Probably at no point on the east coast 1s better sea fishing found than at Fort Pierce, although most any station on Indian River affords good fishing and hotel accommodations. Nearly all the fresh water streams flowing into the river contain black bass in sufficient quantities to satisfy the average disciple of Walton. On the west or Gulf coast, Sarasota bay, Charlotte harbor, San Carlos bay and the Caloosahatchee river are fa- vorite waters. The best bass fishing in America is in what is known as the Kissimmee water- way, starting at the town of Kissimmee on Lake Tohopekaliga and extending south through the Kissimmee river, which is divided by Lake Kissimmee— about ninety miles to Lake Okeechobee, the largest in the state, thence through a drainage canal to the Caloosahatchee river and to San Carlos bay and the IBV GUE (OV ANS) MONE: Gulf. Along this route is also found excellent deer, turkey and alligator shooting. From the starting point until Fort Myres is reached all is wilderness save the little trading post of Bassenger, located some fifty miles from the rail- road, IN FLORIDA 61 Parties desiring good bass fishing and not wishing to camp will find no better location than Mohawk or its immediate vicinity, situated in the Apopka moun tains (im Lake County, which con tains 1,500 lakes and many navigable streams. mOeNvG -OF - THE WAYFARER 15a) Me Joly OIG IW JEIEIL, If the day is warm And the roads are dry, The world may laugh, or the world may cry, Little care’ l I am seeing life In a quiet way— Unattend and with nothing to pay, I go where I may. I lunch on the fruits Of the orchard and vine, And however sumptuously others may dine, I never repine. When night comes on I lie down to sleep Under the hedges, where the grasses are deep, And the crickets cheep. My staunchest friend Is the green old earth, Who will give me burial, as she gave me birth, The dear old earth. A LEAP FROM MY SK tac Ey OOnk By DAN BEARD LOOPING THE LOOP While out in the woods during the early summer I became much interested in the tree-climbing snakes, and while making some colored sketches of live specimens I was sur- prised at the facility and rapidity with which these snakes could tie a knot with their bod- ies, and also the strength they exhibited. In a recent issue there was a note in RECREA- TION, telling how Jimmy Chandler, of Bo- might not have been the best it must have required phenomenal strength on the part of the snake to pull its head loose from his grasp. I would have been more surprised at this and inclined to doubt it were it not for the fact that last summer I grasped a water snake, which was creeping under a rock, by the tail and attempted to hold it until some one should remove the stone; but the snake pulled so hard that it leit tthe tailieany my, he handcuffed me e e e hemia, Pike County, Pennsylvania, was bit- ten on the hand by a rattler. What inter- ests me in connection with this subject is not the fact of Jim’s being bitten by this venomous reptile, but that when the snake was wrapped around his arm and he grasped it by the neck it had sufficient strength to pull itself loose from his hand, which fact caused the accident. I know Jim, and he is a powerful young backwoodsman, with muscles of iron, and even though his hold 62 grasp and itself disappeared under the stone; I have never heard that the water snake has not been noted for its strength. So, when making these sketches the little green snake which I attempted to hold with one hand while I sketched with the other, would swing its tail around until it struck my pencil or some other object and then, with a motion quicker than that of the most expert Jack Tar, he’d throw a hitch around that object, or a knot, which could not be pulled loose Y an upper view of the snake without endangering the parting of the snake’s body. While engaged in this work my nephew captured a lusty mountain black snake, and I got my camera ready, focused it, and put it in the hands of one of the party, and then tried the experiment to see what the black snake would do with my two hands when his tail touched them. The re- sult is depicted in the accompanying photo- graphs. He handcuffed me in less time than it takes to tell how he did it. In fact, his mo- tions were too quick for me to accurately tell just how he did it, but by taking a series of photographs of different views I succeeded in getting some pictures which will explain the operation better than I can by words, The first photograph shows my nephew holding the snake by the head the moment Giereits tai) had touched my arm, and, as it may be seen, my hands are securely tied together. 63 The second photograph shows an upper view of the snake in my hands. The third photograph shows an under view. In each of the last two photographs I for- Gloliy Ixepr may InamGls apace GO aS tO Seon the manner in which the knot was tied. In the last photograph you can see how com- pletely I was handcuffed after the snake had drawn the knot taut by this living manacle: ©f course, 1 dont want the reader or any, one else to think that I was unable to free myself, because I have strength enough, and AnvyOndimatye man Was, tor simply pull) nis hands apart and tear the body of the little reptile asunder; but, had his body been made of metal instead of flesh no handcuff 1n- vented by man could have held me more se- curely. To keep this snake for future ob- servations I threw him in a large receiving cage, which was made of a piece of wire netting, bent into the form of a cylinder, and covered top and bottom, and in which I put Ee ee re ‘e\ \ \ \ KG CC WE pS how completely I was handcuffed 1ew an under v ALEAF FROM MY SKETCH BOOK 65 any small live things which I captured and needed for observation. It was what in the olden days the showman used to call a “happy family” that occupied this cage, but the happy part represents only the showman’s way of putting things. There was a flying squirrel in this cage, and he took a malicious delight in tormenting the black snake. The serpent was a cautious hunter. He would move around so slowly that the motion was scarcely perceptible, in his attempt to gain a vantage ground from which to strike and capture his tormentor, and his care and wood- craft deserved success, but the quarry was shy and wise with the wisdom of the wood folks, and if the black snake could strike quickly the squirrel could jump even more swiftly than the snake could strike. Time and time again the squirrel crept chattering down the sides of the cage until he had tempted the black snake to spring at him—if Wwe can use such an expression to designate the motion, which was simply a sudden straightening out of a loop made in the shiny black neck—and, although the snake’s mo- tion when attacking was apparently as rapid as that of the shutter of a camera, his poor nose would come with a bang against the hard, unyielding wires, and the squirrel would be in the top of the cage ready to re- peat the manoeuver. At last, in sheer pity for the snake’s wounded nose, I took the rep- tile by the tail and pulled him from the cage and tossed him down on the damp ground under the ferns, where he might find life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness without the company of flying squirrels. It was a fine specimen of black snake. Every motion of his glistening body betokened strength and grace, and I was very anxious to make a careful study of it, for I have none among my sketches, but, because of the unceasing persecution of the flying squirrel, I liberated my model and allowed it to escape. While on this subject it may be interesting to my readers to know that one of the largest sized garter snakes stood no show in a tussle | with an ordinary chipmunk, because I saw a ‘chipmunk jump upon a garter snake, and, ‘although the snake wound its sinuous body /around the squirrel, the latter seemed not in ‘the least troubled by the embrace, but quietly ‘gnawed off the head of the snake, and then, ‘taking it in his little paws, it sat on its hind ‘legs and ate it up as it would a hickory nut. _ My readers must not understand by these ‘remarks that I approve of, or even inten- ‘tionally, took a hand in causing any of these 4 ‘sanguinary encounters, but when one is col- lecting live specimens for sketching pur- poses, even though he gives them all their freedom after they have served him as mod els, there are bound to be some unadvertised and unscheduled ‘scrapes where the race problem comes to the front, and the heredi tary prejudices and antipathies have an op- portunity of venting themselves. A little white-footed mouse which Jf had in a cage with a garter snake, but for which | provided a safe retreat in one corner, so fixed that the snake could not enter iit, became so enraged at the presence of its enemy that it left its safe retreat to attack the monster snake, for monster it was in comparison with the size of the little mouse; but I doubt if this would have happened in the open. It was probably the maternal instinct which prompted the little mother mouse to come out and attack its great foe, but, whatever it was, out she came and jumped right for the snake, much to the latter’s surprise. Her small teeth, although capable of inflicting a painful bite on my finger, were not long enough to do any injury to the garter snake, and before I could open the cage to inter- fere the latter had bitten the mouse severely on one of its hind feet, but, for the comfort of the tender-hearted breeder, I will say that I took the snake from the cage and liberated it; also, that I kept the mother mouse until her foot had healed, and when I let her go in the woods her injury would only be perceptible from a slight limp as she went hopping over a moss-covered log to her old home in the rotten trunk of a tree. TO THE CHICKADEE BY C. LEON BRUMBAUGH Deep in the hemlock gloom, When rhododendrons bloom, Or snowflakes filter through, Awhiting all the sere anew; When bold hepaticas first frolic at the heel Of lingering chill, in wayward zeal, Or when the garniture of wood compels To sunset sky to rouse in envious chromic spells Your self-announced, piping voice To me intones true wood-bourgeois. No study in convention school of art! You choose as yours the simple part Of honest woodman, skilled in craft No toil of conning can engraft. O happy, noisy, tumbling acrobat, I love your black cap and cravat; My winter would be long without your glee, You happy, noisy, romping chickadee. TAKES AN INTEREST IN REVOLVERS Editor RECREATION: Noting the great interest shown by your “laymen editors” who write of a new style single action revolver with the “swing out cylinder,” permit me to add my name to the list. The discussion relative to this arm is most interesting, so much so, I purchase RECREATION that I may benefit thereby. I note particularly that your contributors do not seem to be aware of the fact that were the Colt people to put out such a “oun” there would be no need to waste time in regard to calibres and lengths of barrel. It would be merely a case of using the same calibres, the same cylinders and the same lengths as they do now—and al- ways have. The only difference would be the fact that the frame would be made to look as much as possible like an old-time “Frontier 745,’ with a swing out cylinder of single action, with rebounding hammer —all exceedingly easy. I might suggest, for the benefit of the makers, that if they turn out such a “gun,” the breech-plate of the frame (1.e., backing to cartridges) be more substantial than are those used in the “New Service’ frames, and made with the idea that smokeless pow- ders will be used exclusively. The time has come for revolver makers to resign themselves to the fact that the arms they turn out must be guaranteed to stand smokeless charges in like measure as have the old black powder weapons. There is no reason whatsoever that all revolvers should not be so constructed. I have had my experiences. I do not care to set them down here. The reason so much interest centers on the model as suggested by Mr. Haynes is that such an arm embraces the romance of the old days, when the ’45 was king, and, too, it resembles so much the type of revolver that made Mosby and his men _ well-nigh invincible. We cling to memories of the past. We love to see the old Kentucky rifle hanging above the fire-place and the great powder-horn beside it. Hence, we want a revolver now really modern, but in appearance suggestive of the days of con- quest. I predict that for years to come revolver shooting will be the fad—a permanent, prac- _c—-- 66 ticable fad. The people are but only awak- ening to the beauties of the sport. Army officers are devoting much time to a study of it, finally realizing that henceforth it is to play by far a greater part in war than ever before thought of. The “automatic” is the gun of the future, and may be rated in comparison with re- volvers as were revolvers with flint locks. I carry a Luger carbine-pistol, having a 12-in. barrel, day in and day out—day and night—on hunting trips, suspended from a shoulder arm-pit holster, also a .44 S. & W. heavy S. A., or a Colt’s of the same calibre. They never tire me. I hunt exclusively with these “guns.” I desire such a “gun” as was shown in your October issue. Have encouraged the Colt’s people to realize that they make no mistake by turning out such a one. If they do, it naturally follows they will also make all calibres just as easily as they do now— and without added expense. They will sell like hot cakes. I may here add that if they do not there may be other makers who will have sufficient perception to respond to the unusual demand for such a “oun,” I wish to congratulate RECREATION readers because they had the privilege of reading Mr (Harry Eo) Dunnis) account), ot Death Valley game preserve, a brief descrip- tion of the Amargosa River (in December issue)—the “‘Amagosh,” as the desert men call it. I have been in that region twice during the past twenty years. It will be a famous place ere long. Harry H. Morris. PRAISE FOR THE .303 FEATHERWEIGHT Editor, RECREATION: I have just returned from my annual hunt- ing trip and am so exceedingly well pleased with the little .303 Featherweight Savage that I just want to say to you that it is in my’ opinion the ideal all-round rifle for large and small game. I actually believe if the merits of this little gun were fairly presented to the sportsmen of this country there would be very little demand for heavier rifles. W. L. Marble, Gladstone, Mich, “his” | GUNS AND AMMUNITION 67 FROM AN OLD RIFLEMAN Editor RECREATION : While I am not a regular subscriber to your most interesting magazine, still I man- age to get hold of a copy pretty regularly at the newsdealers, and have had much pleas- ure and have taken a good deal of interest in the various discussion of arms and am- munition, although for a number of years past I have been unable to enter upon the sports of the field; still, there was a time back in the early ’7os and late 80s when I stood among the “mighty hunters’ on the Pacific Coast and handled all of the popular guns of that time, ranging from the old 1876 Winchester .32-.20 to the heavier calibres of .45-.70 Government. My idea now is what it was then, and my experience has upheld me, that there is no sense nor use of using large, heavy calibres for any game that treads the American con- tinents; small, high-power ammuni- tion is just as effective and does not ruin the game for use. A small ball well aimed and driven home to brair or heart will kill the biggest grizzly that ever lived. Of course, a man may be a novice and a poor shot, and thinks he must take along a cannon of such calibre that no matter where he hits his game he may at least find a few pieces of fur and hide scattered around, but his trophy is gone. Then, again if he is not a marksman, and a good one, and if he cannot face a grizzly coolly and as calmly as he would a jack- rabbit, he had much better, yes, very much better, stay at home, because the chances S27de Rice eos Front cussion on sights, both for field and target practice. I will not attempt to discuss the merits of the different makers, but [ en close a rough pen sketch of a sight that is little known, although to my idea, and | think any marksman who once uses it will agree with me, that it is the finest sight he ever looked through. Its features are that the bead is always shaded, no matter in what position you may stand, and that you do not have to raise it when it is desired to shoot at long range, simply by drawing fine or coarse, or for very long ranges draw fine or coarse through the tops of the horns (the originator was a man who used to live at Petaluma, Cal.), and when used in connec- tion with the ivory tip front-sight makes a remarkably clear sight. The ivory-tipped front-sight, which is credited and named the Lyman sight, does not be- long to him. I made the first ivory- tipped steel sight ever made: al- though I do not claim the idea, which belongs exclusively to Mr. George nlioodin) jim) or) Satta Rosai Calva particular friend of mine. The way it came’ to be’ invented was: We had been using up to that time (1879-80) an ivory front-sight, but were having trouble by having them broken off in going through heavy brush, and in casting about for some device that should have strength, yet possess all the good quali- ties of the ivory sight, Mr. Hood hit upon the happy idea of steel and ivory, and being at the time too busy to make one himself, I, at his request, made the trial. I enclose one Rear are he will never get back home; personally, ! think the late high-power guns of the Win- chester models 1894-1895, using the .25-.35, .30 and .30 U. S. cartridges, to be preferred above all others; even the little .25-.35 is a hard-hitting, deadly arm, and for the other two, they are past argument; their crushing and killing power is enormous. I noticed also in the November issue a dis- of those first attempts, though it 1s some- what rusty and was only intended to illus- trate the idea which we afterwards improved by securing the ivory more securely. Sev- eral years afterwards a traveling man hap- pened that way and was shown the sight, and about eighteen months after lo and behold the Lyman Ivory-Tipped Front-Sight (now, I do not write this with any hard 68 RECREATION feelings, because I have none, but merely to give credit where credit is due), I am glad that the sight has been placed on the market for the benefit of sportsmen, knowing that it is a good one, and I doubt if it would ever have been put on the market by either of us, so no harm was done and much bene- fit derived. Hoping I have not taken too much of your valuable time, I am, RY LE Shewand Council Bluffs, Iowa. N. B.—That is an exceptionally fine piece of work on the November cover. Roe eS! PROBABLY A MAUSER Editor, RECREATION: I should like very much to know if the enclosed description of a rfle I got from a gun dealer is a Mauser rifle, as the man said it was. It’s a carbine, with 22-inch barrel, and about a 7 m. m. calibre, and is sighted for 1800 yards or metres. The magazine is filled from a metal clip containing five cart- ridges; the barrel is encased in a barrel jacket or light steel cylinder, the nose end of the barrel passing loosely through the end of the barrel jacket. The only name is this on the barrel, “Fabrique National Herstal- Liege,’ and No. 04 on every’ part of the gun which is likely to break. I would like to know is it a Mauser rifle, and whose make, and if it’s a late model and what is the cali- bre? M. T. M., Lesserdog Creek, B. C. No man could tell you the calibre or your Mauser without seeing it or one of the cart- ridges. It may not be a Mauser, though I think it is. The Mannlicher action is very similar to the Mauser. It is one of those two, probably. The calibre may be 7 mm. or 7.62 mm. Both calibres are used in Conti- nental armies. The only way to be sure of the calibre in your case is to take a sulphur cast of the chamber and a few inches of the barrel and submit it to an expert. This is very easy to do, and if you cannot procure sulphur you might do it with plaster of paris, but, in that case, be very careful you don’t rust your rifle. To take a cast, insert a cork down the bar- rel from the breech and about two inches into the rifling. Pour your fluid, heated sulphur, into the chamber until it is full, al- low it to solidify; and press it out with a ramrod from the muzzle or, if you use plas- ter, mix your plaster to the consistency of a thick cream, oil the chamber well and pour in.—EDITor. Editor RECREATION: I am a reader of your magazine and pay particular attention to guns and ammuni- tion. Each month I hurry home with the latest copy of RECREATION to spend a few pleasant hours in reading its interesting con- tents. To have, as it were, a chat with fel- low sportsmen from all parts of America. Perhaps a few lines from Quebec, the home of the deer, bear, moose and caribou, will be of some interest to a few readers of REcrRE- ATION who some days back have hunted ‘in this province, or of value to some who in days to come will pay us a visit and carry off some choice game heads from this prov- ince, the ““Sportsmen’s Paradise.” I am a lover of woodlands and lakes, which natur- ally made me a user of the rifle, field-glass and camera. Since boyhood rifle shooting has been my hobby, and the wilderness my paradise. Hounding deer or moose is pro- hibited by law. We have to be our own dog and do our own barking. The Caugh- nawaga Indian, or the half-breeds, all mas- ters in the art on big-game hunting, some times take a fancy to some of us paleface amateur hunters and teach us lots about the woods, haunts and habits of game, that we might never know if left to our own re- sources. Old hunters’ advice to me has been carefully followed. They have been through the mill and know from whence they speak, to become a good marksman is the main thing of value to a sportsman. Practice offhand, and learn to hit what you’re shooting at. Never depend on a second shot simply be- cause you are using a repeating rifle. Make the first shot count when big game is the object; perhaps it’s the only shot you'll get. If you miss it will teach you to be careful. Experience is the best education. It comes high, but you will never forget the lessons it taught you. The success of your hunting trip may some day depend on a single shot. Prepare for that critical moment and you'll go home with venison instead of a hard- luck story. Deer are very plentiful in this part of the province. Sometimes they are shot within a mile and a quarter of this town, which has a little over 3,000 inhabitants. Bear are frequently seen and occasionally shot within five or six miles from here. But Bruin is a good hand at playing hide-and- seek and is hard to get a shot at. I shot one three weeks ago; my new .32 special Winchester, 94 model, tasted bear meat for first time. A hundred and fifty yards’ off hand shot did great damage to Bruin’s shoulders, and cut short his roving days. For year I used the .38-55, .40-82 and .45-90 Winchester rifles, all good guns. But the little .32 Special, to my mind, is the best cartridge ever placed on the mar- ket for big game hunting in the province. Deer, bear, moose and caribou fall before its deadly fire as if struck by lightning. I shot a large buck with it the first part of October last. The ball entered its left side about centre, coming out slightly forward on a GUNS AND AMMUNITION 69 the other side. Mr. Buck leaped into the air and came down, all fours doubling under him, got up and ran about forty yards and sank to the ground. He tried to get up, but lacked the strength. I have shot them with the .38-.55 and .40-80, the ball taking about the same course and had to chase them half a day before I got near enough to bleed them. Two friends of mine used .32 Special rifles this fall on moose in the Lake St. Johns and Logany River districts. The two fine bull moose heads they brought home with them spoke well for the Winchester rifles and Winchester ammunition used in the chase. The .32 U.S. model 1894 is the sportsman’s ideal arm, and for weight, balance, beauty of outline, ac- curacy and killing power, it is in a class by itself, and yet to be improved on, with a velocity of 2,112 feet per second in a 170- grain, flat-nosed, soft-point bullet, something has got to give way when it reaches its des- tination. Loaded with black powder and a lead bullet 165 grs. it makes a true .32-.40 an accurate and powerful black powder cartridge. There is abundance of small game in this province, such as _ partridge, rab- bit, woodcock, squirrel, etc., fox, coon and mink by the thousands; also a number of lynx, bob-cat, otter and sable. The country is very hilly, in fact, mountainous, if it can be called such, well wooded with maple, beech, ash, birch, pine, hemlock, cedar and spruce. With its deep valleys, countless streams and lakes its scenery is surpassed by none this side of the Rockies. Any brother sportsman coming to hunt in this province next season will make no mistake - in outfitting himself with a .32 W. S. Win- chester rifle, an Eastman kodak and field- glasses, and after a two-weeks’ camp in the Canadian wilderness if he hasn’t filled his game-bag and exposed all the films or plates he had with him and has made no use of his field-glasses T’ll never again claim for myself the name of sportsman. With wishes of success for RECREATION and all its readers, I remain, A Brother Sportsman HAS SEEN THE PISTOL USED Editor RECREATION: I notice what Mr. John Rowley says in September number of RecREATION about the belt pistol, and what he says is about right. I went West in 783. I had a Smith & Wes- son S. A. 32, 4-inch barrel. I thought that was the thing. I will never forget the laugh the boys set up when I showed it to them. “What in h—— do you suppose you can do with that thing? Down here, when we shoot a man, if we have to shoot, we want to hurt him, not scare him. If you don’t he is going to hurt you.” Take it all through the West and South west and Mexico—what do the sheriffs carry ? The S. A. Colt 45. Quick enough? Well, I reckon. Many of the Southwest “bad men” had no sights on their “guns,” and filed the notches out of the tumbler so they would not stand cocked—just “fanned the hammer” with their thumb. Ben Thompson, of San Antonio, Tex., and the Earp brothers, of New Mexico, had their “cutters” fixed that way. But some can never learn to be a snap- shot or a good wing shot with a shotgun. It is a “trick” that comes naturally and can not be learned by many. The finger and the eye must work together. And the “flap holster’—that is all right in its way, but if you want to “pull a gun quick” how then? I once saw a duel in Mexico— not a previous fixed affair, but the outcome of a quarrel, and in the time that was consumed in getting the flaps of their pistol scabbards unbuttoned a “cow puncher” could have killed them both. As it was, one got a death wound and the other was not hit. Both had .38 Smith & Wesson pistols, D. A. The Bisley model revolver, as Mr. Rowley says, never was a favorite in the West. The steep in-curl of the handle does not fit the hand (at least not easily), so as to roll the thumb over the hammer. The idea of the “Bisley” no doubt was to check the recoil. But if one wants to overcome that let them try the .38 W. C. F. and the .41 ‘Colts inside lubricator made on the .45 frame. This gives a heavier pistol with greater ac- curacy. But never put too much depend- ence on a D. A. revolver—the best of them will hang. D. F. Crowell, Boston, Mass. Mr. John N. Olson, of Butte, Mont., sends us a description of a new rifle sight that he thinks is bound ito win. The invention con- sists of a high foresight with notches or steps for the different ranges. The fore- sight is aligned under the object to be hit, and for each one hundred yards of range one step is seen above the notch of the rear sight. He claims that gives good results up to five hundred yards. We have not had an opportunity of us- ing this sight, but it appears to us that its main drawback is likely to be found in the height that it will be necessary to give both the rear and the foresights. It is evident that with sights low down on the barrel this plan would not work, excepting on a rifle having a very high velocity and flat trajectory. The idea is, however, decidedly ingenious. THE SHEEP AND THE GOATS Editor RECREATION : I have followed the correspondence that has been running in RecREATION for several 70 RECREATION months, dealing with revolvers, and have been interested, and, may I add, amused thereby.. To me it is perfectly plain that revolver shooters must be divided into two heaps. In the one you must put about nine- tenths of the men who buy such things, and the other heap will consist of the remaining tenth who really use them. The revolver was invented as a weapon for self defense at close quarters. For this purpose you must have an extremely powerful load and the gun must be handy; but it is not necessary to have extreme accuracy. As the frontier has receded and, in fact, mostly disappeared, a generation has grown up that needs a revolver for totally different purposes. When a man brags about shooting a lot of grouse with a revolver I can see him in my mind’s eye. He may not be a tenderfoot, but he certainly is not a frontiersman. Now, I think we should all be tolerant with one another’s little weaknesses, and I can quite understand that nine out of ten of the revolvers sold to-day will never be used on anything more deadlv than a por- cupine; but it seems to me that for purely target work a single shot pistol is far better. Yet, I understand that the sale of single shot pistols is a mere nothing as compared with the sale of revolvers, so it is evident that most men do not agree with me. For the work that they use it for, I think that a .38 Special, with swing-out cylinder and single action, should be a mighty good arm. Yet, for purely target purposes, I would prefer a Smith & Wesson .44 Russian, as the bullet cuts a bigger hole, and, for purposes of defense against a burglar or a bad man I should want a Colt single ac- tion, either .45 or .44 cal. No, boys, pardon me if I have rubbed the hair the wrong way, for I am sure I did not intend to do anything of the sort when I started in. Josh Bill, Chicago, Ill. WANTS A LIGHT LOAD Editor RECREATION: I would appreciate it very much if some of your subscribers would inform me as to a good light load for the 38 S. & W. Special. I have experimented, somewhat, and find that the full charge of bYack powder and conical bullet works all right with reloaded shells, but I am unable to make a reduced load with round ball that works satisfac- torily. The fault is not with the revolver, as that is in perfect condition. Van Allen Lyman, New York. PREFERS A HEAVY REVOLVER Editor R ae t ( May) 1 . Nt eer [PAPA is Hh " ] Miia hf) Cae A eu i ( yr! ’ 4, et } ! : { a y J = Y TW Ks. .” Wi j y TH Ww OF i } Mf nT iin | 4 z ae) 1) Nh) ANI | n net ' i “Vy Hy K , Vol H} vr y\ fy wa!) W/Z is 7 ee | 0 ‘ gue ‘ j i H avin Nf} oe ch ri i} Mi 4 i AY) YY a), \ ¢ 4 \ 4 i \ | ae fi tit vit i AY ~~ ch 7 of) i , H « yy G3» Q AM \ x " - “ae ” = D - m - 73 and enjoy yourself—for this is a Long Island Clam Roast. SOME CAMPFIRE DAINTIES. But for you boys who are not on the coast and want to build a campfire and cook something to eat out of doors, take two green logs and place them alongside of each other, and let them be about seven inches apart at one end and only three inches at the opposite end. THE CAMPFIRE. If the tops of these logs have been flat- tened before being placed in this position, kettles, pots and pans will sit firmly over a fire built between. Drive a forked stick in the ground at each end of this backwoods stove and rest another stick for a crane in these forks. From this you can hang other cooking utensils to keep warm. If you have any heavy cooking utensils, THE CRANE should be about three inches in diameter, good and strong. Build your fire of small wood and bark and keep it going until the space between the logs is all glowing embers. Then put your frying pan over the embers and in it place the dismembered body of a rabbit or other game which you may have, or, failing in this, such material as your mother will spare you from her larder or you can buy at the butcher shop. Have some thin slices of bacon frizzling in another pan, with which to flavor your meat, and be sure that when you pour the bacon and gravy over your meat it is real hot. Then fry your meat until it is done to the taste and it may bbe removed and eaten. Far better than a modern frying pan is one of those old-fash- ioned iron ones called a spider; the thicker the iron of the spider and the hotter you get it. before putting in the meat, the better the results. Put in chunks of meat and let them ‘sizzle and smoke until they are black on one side, then turn them and cook the other side. A CAMP STEW. Or get your mother, the housekeeper or the cook to give you all the discarded parts, such as the neck, drumsticks and wings of any domestic fowl which they may be about to cook, and put this with the chunk of pork and any sort of vegetables that you can se- cure into the kettle over the coals and let it 74 simmer there as long as possible until the contents become of the consistency of thick soup. Add salt and pepper, and, if it be- comes too thick, hot water, and be sure to keep it stirring so that it will not adhere to the bottom of the kettle and impart a scorched taste to the stew. When it is thor- oughly done dip it out with tin cups and sit around the campfire and enjoy it, because all that it requires to make a most excellent dish of this is that it shall be sufficiently cooked and well seasoned. If you have such a lux- ury as a jar of olives, a little olive liquor poured in while the mess is cooking will give it a regular Delmonico flavor. In the meantime, SOME POTATOES can be buried in the hot ashes at one end of your fireplace and baked. You can tell when they are done by stabbing them with a sharp, pointed, slender stick. If they are not done the potato will be soggy and offer some re- sistance, but when fully done, after the stick has penetrated the crust it will go through the interior as easily as it will through flour. A little salt on these is all that is necessary to make them a palatable dish, but, of course, they are improved by the use of butter. In cooking the soup just described, which is known in the South as a “ BURGOO,” they use a very large iron kettle and stir it with long-handled wooden spoons, which the men cut out with their jack-knives; anyone whose spoon strikes another must pay a for- feit of some kind. If the girls are invited to one of these “Burgoos” the nature of the forfeit is easily determined; but when it is only the boys the forfeit is generally of a ruder and less pleasant nature than a kiss. AFTER THE “ FEED.” After you have had your feast you can se- cure a board up against the trunk of a tree or the fence, with a nail or two to hold it in place. Then rule, with a piece of chalk, a straight line down the centre of the board from top to bottom. After this decide upon a distance for a taw-line from this target and then begin at once throwing hatchets at the line drawn on the board. The Indians of olden times were experts in THROWING THE TOMAHAWE, and many of the old white pioneers were also adepts at this novel art. You will be surprised how accurately you can throw a hatchet after a little practice, and I have seen a group of boys in Kentucky standing forty feet from a target of this kind, stick one hatchet after the other exactly in the line and each hatchet so close to its neigh- bor that the wonder was that all the handles were not split. Let Daniel Boone make RECREATION A TOTEM MARK of some kind on a piece of leather or cloth which will be awarded to the scout making the best score in throwing the tomahawk, and the winner can wear the totem on the breast of his hunting shirt just as the great Daniel Boone wore the totem marks be- stowed upon him by his admiring Indian friends. Remember, boys, that any sort of husky, outdoor sport is perfectly consistent with your position as a pioneer, because all those buckskin-clad ancestors of ours in- dulged in athletic games, running and jump- ing and wrestling being favorite pursuits as well as turkey shooting and gander pluck- ing. GANDER PLUCKING was a rude and cruel sport for the goose or gander was tied fast to a horizontal plank on the top of a pole and his neck, from his head down, was plentifully daubed with soft soap. Then the hunters gathered at the backwood’s festival, mounted their horses and dashing by at full speed would strive to grab the gander by his neck and jerk him from his perch. It was rough on the gander, but these rude, half savage men enjoyed the sport, not because they were cruel, but be- cause they were thoughtless. In the next number of ReEcrEATION I will tell you how to have a gander plucking without being subject to any accusation of cruelty. In other words, we will preserve the fun of the game without tormenting the poor gander. Wishing you all a very Happy New Year, chuck full of fun, I will close by a request that each fort will send in a report to the Founder of what interesting things they have been doing that we may publish Bae reports for the benefit of the other orts. OUR SLOGAN Since the boys have been asking for a dis- tinctive cry of their own, we here give one gotten up in college style which is appro- priate for the Sons of Daniel Boone: Wow! Wow! Wow! Row! Row! Row! Gosh—all—hemlocks ! Buckskin and leather socks! Waugh! Waugh! Waugh! Rah! Rah! Rah! Cut-a-notch! Cut-a-notch! Cut-a-notch soon!! For we are the Sons of Daniel Boone!! I want to say, boys, that this slogan of the Sons of Daniel Boone is composed almost entirely of old Western expressions, and consequently is unique in its line. I trust that it will please you all and be successful in filling a long-felt want of which the boys have been writing. Now, get all together \ DAN BEARD and practice the yell in unison and see how much noise you can make with it and, when you have got it down fine, spring it on some of your friends and startle them. Also use it on all occasions of triumph, or as an ex- pression of approval for anything that has happened, but, to be effective, it must be shouted in unison by a number of voices, and shouted with vigor and enthusiasm. HE WAS NOT A SON OF DANIEL BOONE Keyport, N. J., Nov. 26.—While handling a shotgun on Saturday afternoon Clinton Walling, 17 years old, son of John H. Wail- ing, of Centerville, about two miles back of this place, shot and instantly killed his cousin, Mabel Walling, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Wyckoff Walling. Miss Walling would have been 17 years old to-day. The shoot- ing occurred at the home of the young man while Miss Walling was making a call. The shot entered her neck and went up into her head. This could not have happened had the boy been a Son of Daniel Boone, for our boys train themselves so as to never, under anv circumstances, point a gun, with or without a load, at anyone. ANTELOPE CAN JUMP Editor RECREATION: Some of the discussions in your magazine puzzle me extremely. The antelope, that pretty bundle of springs, does jump. I killed one with an arrow while it was in full flight over a clump of lull-berry bushes fully ten feet high. I have seen one take a shed, nine fcot, sloping to six high, and eight feet wide, like a hurdler. I owned a fawn that cleared a piano box used to close (as a gate) a yard made of chicken wire three feet high. The fact regarding wire fences is that the an- telope does not understand them, but will try to push through, like a fly on a window- pane. This same fawn was “rushed” by the town’s pack of greyhounds while in the yard. The picket fence it understood, as well as a six-foot tight board fence fifteen feet beyond. It hopped over both these and went down the dusty road like a ricochetting rifle ball. Even when the hounds straightened out they stood no chance whatsoever. The fawn led them a mile chase for the fun of the thing, and I had time to put her in the safety of the barn before the first dog appeared. An antelope can beat the best dog that ever lived a hundred yards in a mile straight- away. After that it’s different. We used to course antelope, deer, jack-rabbit, coyotes and gray wolves constantly. The jack-rabbit’s speed is overrated, while the antelope’s un- doing, I ‘believe, is entirely due to fright, lack of gameness, and, most of all, to the AND THE BOYS 7 tremendous burst he makes at the start. Time and again I’ve seen them fly clear of the dogs like bouncing bales of lint in a hurri- cane. And they will assuredly jump any solid obstacle in their wav. Speaking of the wire fence and antelope, another curious lack of understanding, com- mon to all animals, is that of a missile thrown by hand. It isn’t until the throwing motion has been followed by the pain of be- ing hit many times that even so intelligent a beast as a dog translates cause and effect. Of course, in many instances, the rapid mo- tion of the arm will scare a brute. If not, it will calmly watch a stone (or whatever) while it is on its way, making no attempt to dodge or evade it. I noticed this first in the case of a small puma watching me from a ledge about sixty feet above the creek. I didn’t like to pass him, so, to get him out of the way, I “pasted” at him with a stone the size of a lemon. He looked fixedly at the stone. I yelled “Look out!” at him as though he were a man, but there he lay until the stone thumped him squarely on top of the head. He was half way up a hili a thousand feet high before I had gotten more than twenty feet up my tree: This further proves that the mountain lion is a cowardly brute, and that people who live in deep gulches shouldn’t throw stones. ilLaketa,” Richmond,’ Ne Y. IS IT TRUE? Even missionaries can draw a long bow when telling hunting stories, for one of them says, “A Hottentot, while asleep on the top of the thick spreading boughs of a White- Stone tree, rolled) over in’ his’ sleep and fell kuflunk upon a lion which was snoozing beneath. The lion was so alarmed that he fled in dismay, while the Hottentot climbed up to his roost and went asleep again.” The killing of deer and antelope in western Nebraska during the closed season is being investigated by the State Game and Fish Department. Recently word was re- ceived that a deer had been killed in Hooker county and an antelope in Keith county. Sheriff Rector, of Hooker county, has re- ported that no deer have been killed in Hooker this year, and from Keith comes word that the antelope was killed during the open season, which closed November 15. Other reports of deer and antelope killing are being investigated. Several herds of deer and antelope exist in the northwestern part of the State. They are protected during all seasons of the year by the government foresters and ranchmen and are increasing rapidly. \ (C Zi YW We WEBZZZZZZ Fo g An —eegtnde SSS EA \ THE NECESSITY OF FRESH AIR When we speak of recreation in this magazine we mean OUTDOOR diversions, with a big, big “O.’ It is a common ex- pression to speak with the utmost contempt of a hog, and we frequently hear people say, ‘aS dirty asa pig.’ |) Yet A WILD BOAR is as clean, fierce, independent and self-re- liant an animal as is found in the forests, and its habits are every bit as cleanly as those of the other forest creatures. Its food consists of nuts, acorns and succulent roots, a bill of fare to which no objection can be made by the most captious critic; but when the wild boar has, through ages of over- feeding and confinement, become A DOMESTIC HOG it gorges itself with swill, half-fermented garbage and the refuse from the kitchen, and wallows contentedly in its own filth. It is then A CIVILIZED PIG. The WILD BEE makes its honey from the sap flowing from the storm-broken branches of the sugar maple and box elder. The nectar stored in the blossoms of the forest trees, wild flow- ers, mints, nettles, wild thyme and other aromatic and delightful materials, and, con- sequently, WILD HONEY has as distinctive a gamey flavor of its own as do the game animals which shelter them- selves under the foliage of the big tree or the grouse which roosts in its branches. But THE DOMESTIC BEE lives in an artificial hive, often deposits its honey in an artificial comb, and, in place of the spicy wild flowers to gather its honey from, the chemically prepared syrups fur- nished it by the owner of the hive and the civilized honey is over sweet, flat and insipid. The lesson to be drawn from this is not that all men should revert to savages, but it is that all men should have elbow room, fresh air and be unconfined, mentally and physically, before they can develop the high- est condition of manhood and produce the best work. Our CITIES, without excep- tion, are 76 HUMAN PIG STYES. In making this statement I speak by the book, for I have personally made a map of almost every town and hamlet between the Mississippi River and the Atlantic Ocean. And on these maps I located every house, barn and shed, and I can state emphatically that, although there are parts of every city in which the individual residents have the appearance of cleanliness, there are also whole sections of every city where the filth, moral and physical, is worse than that of any pig sty. This comes from overcrowd- ing and herding people into limited quarters. Pigs, as a rule, have plenty of fresh air, which is denied to the people inhabiting the human = styes; these places spreads in the form of impalpa- ble dust, loaded with microbes, spoors, bac- teria, which float on the tainted atmosphere and enter into and pervade even the neat appearing mansions of the rich. It is evi- cue to the most casual observer and thinker that MEN ARE NOT INTENDED TO LIVE IN PIG STYES. Every city is a pig sty, and the products of the men who labor in them are likened unto the product of the bees fed on glu- cose. They are flat, unwholesome and in- sipid. Of course, we are now running up against one of the most difficult and intricate of social problems; ‘but it is not one that can- not be solved. However, it is not the province of the editor of RECREATION to advance any eco- nomic theory, and whatever his private be- liefs and convictions may be they will not be imposed upon the readers of this maga- zine; but it is the province of this magazine to preach FRESH AIR and to point out the evils which come from the lack of it. Take a man like Abraham Lincoln, whose early life was spent in the open air of the wilderness, who was born in a log house, through the chinks of which there was always a free circulation of ozone, and compare this man and his work with some of the gentlemen who |have lately, most unwillingly, been placed in the lime- light of the public. And you will see the difference, both morally and physically, be- tween the man who split rails and the man who cuts coupons. We cannot all live in and the contamination of - EDITORIAL 77 a wilderness; but there is no good reason why every city should not be filled with parks and breathing places, and they will be if the people demand them, for there is nothing in the powers of a government like ours that will not be produced when called for by a stern, emphatic demand from the public itself. THE SIDE HUNT In announcing the side hunt in the June number we spoke of eating crow, but it never occurred to us then that the board- ing house keeper would serve turkey buz- zard to his guests. However, Joseph Peppe, proprietor of a commissary on the new Pennsylvania freight line, gave his boarders a game dinner, consisting of rab- bits out of season, various song birds, and the piece d’resistance was a fine, fat turkey buzzard. The boarders became seriously ill after the feast and Joseph paid a fine of $420 in cash for breaking the game laws in order to keep himself out of jail. We are glad that the game warden in this case did his duty. But we fail to under- stand why Sheriff John Zeller, former Free- holder Richard Vonderbach, County Com- mitteeman Leonard Marcy, Boulevard Com- missioner Louis Diehm, and Police Ser- geant Philmore, when detected by the Game Warden (breaking the laws of the same State should be allowed to go free. Each one of the party brought home with him a number of partridges, and is now grumbling because he did not get big game. The Game Warden really arrested these men, but, according to the Hoboken, N. J., Observer, as soon as he learned who his prisoners were he gave them their freedom. The men are personally unknown to the staff of RECREATION, but, as they were caught in the act of breaking the law, we can see no reason why they should not pay the same penalty as that inflicted upon the little dago of turkey buzzard fame. There should tbe no special privilege class in the game field. o BEAVERS CAUGHT Seven hundred beaver skins, worth about $10,000, were captured by Game Warden Loveday, in Ottawa, on October 20; but the Game Warden had to release his prize because the Quebec government itself was the law breaker. The law up there forbids killing of beaver and otter, and also forbids anyone having in possession the skins of those animals. In justice to the Quebec government, it is well to state that the skins had already been seized as captured illegally. Nevertheless, as the officials did not com- ply with the regulations regarding the trans- portation of these skins, we see no reason why these officials should not be arrested and fined the same as amy private citizen who might be so careless. AN EFFICIENT TOASTMASTER Mr. Langdon Gibson, brother of Charles Dana Gibson, was toastmaster at the dinner of the Arctic Club the other night. Mr. Langdon Gibson is one of the few men who have navigated the whole length of the canyon of the Colorado and, for vacation, he went north with Peary on one of his expedi- tions. He was formerly stroke oar of the campien eight-oared shell crew of Long Isl- and. THE MANITEE REFUSED TO COME A. W. Dimock, of the Camp Fire Club, lately spent six hours in the water with a twelve-foot manitee, which he was endeavor- ing to persuade to take a trip north and ex- hibit itself to the crowd at the New York aquarium. Mr. Dimock was_ successful in anchoring the manitee; but, while he was making preparations to ship the sea cow north, it made its escape. It will be interest- ing to the boys to know that this gentleman who could spend six hours in the water struggling with a twelve-foot manitee is past his sixtieth birthday. A DILEMMA Buffalo Bill has presented Mr. A. A. Anderson, the artist, with two buffalo bulls for his ranch. Mr. Anderson wants to start a herd but the don’t see how he can do it under the circumstances at present. TWO OF THE SAME MAN We have just learned that Big Bill Otter- man, of North Peak, Oregon, sat on a circular saw; and they buried both of him in the same grave. A POT HUNTER. locked in a country jail in Wisconsin was heard singing: We-e-e-ll, I ain’t got no regular place, That I kin call my home— Ain’t got no permanent address As through this world I ro-o-o-am, An’ Portland, Maine, is just the same As Sunny Tennessee, For any old place I hang my hat Is “Home, Sweet Home” to me. CARP CURE FOR THUNDER At last we have found some use for the carp. Re-shun Ro-jin says, “When any one is struck by thunder, make him lie upon his back and place a live carp in his bosom. If the carp jumps and moves, the patient will recover and the carp die. This is in- fallible.” WORDS OF COMMAND With an increasing degree of amused in- terest I have recently watched a number of men—keen, practical, outdoor men, rush with common impulse to a most uncommonly false conclusion. The spirit with which these dog men of all degrees welcome the Utopian dream of a universal language has but few parallels in history. Generally speaking, there are five classes of men in- terested. The professional handler and his amateur brother, the owner, the field-trial judge and the reporter. Having myself been at various times in the position of handler, judge, owner and reporter, it is not only the amusing, but the pathetic side, which strongly appeals to me at this writing. I can well understand why each should, on first impulse, grasp almost any opportunity of escape from an old and _ deep-seated trouble. The professional handler is a man who, as a rule, works very hard for his money, and who has to contend with difficulties, very much out of proportion with his du- ties. Bad weather, bad grounds, birds that are wild and birds that can’t be found. Thick-headed dogs with soft-headed own- ers, and dough-headed dogs with hard- headed owners; judges who can’t judge and reporters who shouldn’t be allowed to re- port. With all these the professional might be a very happy man, but fate has willed otherwise. He must take an English dog, teach him to obey Irish or Dutch commands, and then turns him over to a Frenchman, a New Yorkers or a “Down Easter,’ who, with strange words, will ask the poor can- ine to do impossible things. Truly, the professional handler’s lot is a hard one, and there should be a heavy punishment for the owner who asks his dog to “charge” when the handler has taught him to “drop.” The amateur handler also has mighty good reasons for demanding a uniform set of com- mands. After much careful thought and perusal of all the standard works on “break- ing,’ or training, he thas taught his dog ue “come here, ” “feteh it,” “drop, 2? “steady,” perhaps, ‘ ‘to-ho.” Now, there is a TN ECu a set on foot to make certain commands il- legal. Truly, there is need of prompt ac- tion. He can’t teach his dog all over again, and he dares not fly in the face of the au- thorities and defy them. Therefore, he will endorse the plea for uniform commands, and 78 when the authorities meet in solemn con- ~ vention he will present a petition that the words which he has taught be adopted for all time. It was hard for him to decide what words of command to use in his work, but, having mastered the problem, and taught “Sport” the true inwardly meaning of “to- ho” (quite an accomplishment, by the way), the art must be protected and kept pure. The owner (as he is-here classed, the man who pays some one to break, or handle, for him), like the professional handler, has troubles of his own that the outsider knows nothing of—sick dogs, and dead dogs, hand- lers without conscience, amateur judges and anonymous reporters. In public competi- tion he learns to accept these with good grace. But when he turns from the trials to his private shooting, and finds that his dog does not consider his words worthy of notice, he prays for a language that will convey his wishes, pure and unabridged, to the seat of that dog’s understanding. He sometimes even desires words to express his feelings toward the man who gave his pup its education. The judge, in his turn, would welcome as a blessing the establishment of uniformity in commands. Under the present conditions he feels that it is quite possible for him to be deceived. Unless he understands perfectly the meaning of the very numerous words of command how is he to know whether or not the dog is obedient. This is also true of the reporter. If the number of commands adopted is not too large, and is confined to words of one syllable, it will be an easy mat- ter for him to learn them by heart. In order to make this new idea a rule there must, of course, be a total elimination of all unnecessary orders or expressions used in handling the dog. This sounds quite simple, but when one stops to consider that to do this it will be necessary for some of our best handlers to forget a number of ex- pressions which they’ve used on generations of field-trial winners, it looks like quite a proposition. However, admit for the sake of argument that this is quite feasible, and sup- pose that the field commands are reduced to a given number, what is the effect on the dog. In my opinion, after all is said and done, the dog will continue to obey the ges- ture, the whistle and the tone of the com- mand, almost, if not quite regardless, of the word that is spoken. If the command is THE HUNTING DOG 70) given in the proper tone the same dog will obey “go on,” “come in,” and charge,” just as readily as he will respond to “get away,” “heel” or “drop.” Put a well-broken dog in the field with a man who has the right tone of command—it will make but little differ- ence what words he uses. The best handlers are the quietest; not because they confine themselves to a certain few words of com- mand, but because they realize that nothing is to be gained by talking to their dogs. Some old handlers have the bad habit of keeping up a running stream of remarks to their dogs. But the dog is seldom, if ever, influenced by these remarks. When the in- fluence is apparent it is not because of the words that are spoken, but, I must repeat, it is on account of the tone used. Of equal importance with the tone is the gesture; a great deal might be said on this phase of the subject alone. But I will merely men- tion one very common and important order ~ which can never be properly conveyed to the dog by word of mouth. I refer to changing a dogs course in the field. He may be a quarter of a mile away, or perhaps within a few rods of you; but if you want him to make a cast off to the left or to search out a corner to the right, you can order him to do so only by indicating the direction with a wave of the hand. There seems to be an impression that in order to control a dog it is simply neces- sary to be certain just what words have been used in educating him. The man who receives a supposedly broken dog from a trainer must, to a certain degree, become acquainted ‘with the dog before expecting thorough obedience. Take, for instance, the case of an owner who has just received his dog from the trainer’s hands. He does not know what terms have been used in break- ing, but if he has any judgment, or the fac- ulty for handling, the dog will obey him as soon as he becomes accustomed to his voice. On the other hand, if he lacks that faculty for handling, that peculiar ability to con- trol, the fact of his knowing each word to which the dog has been accustomed, will be of no service whatever. In conclusion, let me say that I do not wish to be understood as denying to the dog the ability to distinguish between differ- ently worded commands. What I claim is: that when in the, field he is influenced by the command conveyed in tone rather than in articulation. This fact, of course, does not interfere with the practicability of a uni- form set of commands. It simply indicates that the advantage gained is of a very doubt- ful quantity, particularly when the difficulty of bringing about such a change is taken into consideration. It is really a case of “What ao ’ rh? is the use?” Under present conditions the dog has a real good excuse for not obeying, the handler has a reasonable excuse for not breaking, and the owner has a plausible ex cuse for not being able to handle his own dog. William Tallman. BOOK TALK There can be little doubt in anyone’s mind that Adirondack Murray was one of our pioneer apostles of out-of-door life, and, when we pick up the little volume by our young friend, Harry V. Radford, giving a biographical sketch of Murray, the old Eng- lish ballad comes to our mind, “Lythe and listin, gentilmen, That be of freborn blood, I shall you tel of a gode yeman, His name was Robyn Hode.” Not that Mr. Murray was in any sense an outlaw, like the celebrated English bowman, but both Robin Hood and Murray loved the free life of the green woods, Murray being as good a shot with his rifle as “Robyn Hode” was with his long bow and just as genial a “yeman.” The book, “Adirondack Murray,” termed a “Biographical Appreciation” by its author, is a tribute to the father of the Adirondacks from a young man who evidently looks upon Mr. Murray as his patron saint. One might easily have a worse patron saint than the famous preacher, who made our New York wilderness famous. Published by Broadway Publishing Co. Price, 50 cents. _ The New York Zoological Society is issu- ing four nature series. Number one is a booke called “Sea-Shore Life,’ by Alfred Goldborough Mayer, Director of the Marine Biological Laboratory of the Carnegie In- stitution at Tortugas, Florida, which is a splendid volume and tells exactly the things which any person, visiting the seashore, wants to know. There have been occasions when we would gladly have traded the clothes from our back for such a book. It is written in every-day English, that kind which most of us understand and speak, and it is not loaded up with words with meanings only known to a few scientists. It is de- signed to be of use to the beginners, and, like all common-sense books of this sort, it will be of use to everybody whose interest in the seashore extends beyond the veranda of a summer hotel and a bathing suit. The book is a gift to the New York Zoological Society and the proceeds of its sale are to be devoted to the increase of the collections of the Aquarium. AS IT SHOULD BE Some readers seem to have taken our words last month to heart, and consequently we have a number of questions on various subjects which we have been called upon to answer. This is just what we desire. We want to make this department an open ex- change of ideas. We, on our side, will an- swer your questions and help you out of your difficulties, while you can help us by sug- gesting topics you wish to know more about, and occasionally sending in a few notes yourself on the way you do things. You may be making bromide enlargements, for in- stance, a little better or a little differently than others, and we would like to know your method. Or your tank developer formula may be a specially good one of your own. Let our other readers share in your good fortune. ENLARGEMENTS. A reader writes for information as_ to how to make enlargements from engravings and drawings. He states he remembers see- ing some method described in which reflec- tors are used, evidently with the idea of do- ing away with a negative of the print. How this could be done, we are quite unable to say, never having heard of the arrangement. The simplest way is to make a negative of the print, from which, then, any size enlarge- ment can be made. Any one with a camera and a room with a window in it at his dis- posal can make enlargements, and a method of using the ordinary camera at the window for this purpose was described and illustrated in these pages some five or six months ago. If the print or engraving is small and has no printing on the other side, a negative can be made by contact. If the picture to be en- larged is in a book, it is best to place a sheet of glass tightly over the page, so as to hold it in position and smooth. ABOUT EXPOSURE. Wiill you please tell me what exposure and what size stops to use in my camera in order to take successful snow pictures? Not an unusual question at this time of the year. Snow pictures are by no means the easiest to take, and the average snow picture has as much resemblance to the real thing as a camera has to a rifle. Over-exposure is anly too easy with brilliantly lit snow land- 80 scapes, but yet the general fault is under- exposure, giving nothing but harsh contrasts of black, formless trees and white snow with- out any idea of those soft half-tones which are so necessary. When the sun is shining and the snow lies heavily on everything, a very short exposure must be given. It is frequently advised to use the smallest stop of your lens and to run the shutter to its top speed. This generally results in under- exposing the shadows, making them hard and lifeless in the picture. It is better to use a slow plate and preferably a non-halation or- thochromatic plate. Seed makes a good one which, if used with a very weak yellow ray- screen, will give fine results. Snow pictures should be taken in the morning hours, or when the sun is setting, casting long, trans- parent shadows on the snow. Development should not be too strong. A thin plate will give a better print, with more atmosphere and half-tone quality in it than one which has been developed until the high lights are as hard as rocks and the shadows so black that they seem fit to write with. REDUCING A NEGATIVE. In answer to a couple of inquiries, I would say that generally I use just plain ferricya- nide of potash when I want to reduce a nega- tive. I make a very weak solution, just a small crystal or two in four ounces of water, and after bathing the negative in a hypo so- lution I place it in the ferricyanide. The ac- tion can be stopped by bathing in water, or can be repeated as often as wanted. This is called Farmer’s Reducer. Some of the pat- ent reducers are all right, but the old Farm- er’s is usually good enough, and its action pretty certain. TANK DEVELOPMENT. Have my readers ever tried tank develop- ment when they have had, a bunch of nega- tives to finish off? I tell you, it is a great institution. You can make a tank for your- self, with grooves down the side to hold the plates, if you are of a mechanical turn of mind; but here is one tank on the market now, called the Auto-Tank, which is a tre- mendous time-saver. A slow-acting develop- er, usually compounded with glycin, which does not stain, is used in a tank and the plates can be dropped in and the tank covered up while you go out of the dark-room and attend to other business, According to the FHOLOGCKAPAY 81 strength of the solution, you look at the plates every fifteen minutes or half-hour un- til they are done. You may not believe it, but you will get far finer average results from your negatives than by the old method of tray development. The negatives will be cleaner, crisper and not so dense as you are apt to get them when developing by hand. COLOR-PRINTING. Two or three months ago, I wrote about a color-printing process which had been put on the market and which gave really interesting results with very little labor. There is now another simple color process at the disposal of the amateur, which, if correctly worked, will give very nearly true reproductions of - color. This process, which is now being ex- ploited, is called “Solgram” by the inventor, and a little explanation of its working will probably interest, | Strictly speaking, it is a three-negative process, but two negatives can be used, or even one, though with one nega- tive the results are not so perfect as to color, but the manipulation is, of course, easier. We will suppose you are using one negative only. This should be made on an orthochromatic plate. The printing paper, as bought, is coat- ed with a red solution, on which the first print is made. The print can be examined from time to time during exposure, and when a faint image appears it is removed from the frame and washed with cold water, a piece of cotton soaked in water being used to rub the surface of the paper and remove the color. This first print will give you a bril- liant red image which must be thoroughly dried first, before proceeding to the next step. When dry, the paper is coated with a solu- tion of a blue print powder which comes with the paper. The solution is brushed lightly over the red image and the paper allowed to dry. The print is then placed on the nega- tive a second time, care being taken to regis- ter the image over the negative. This can be done easily, as the red image is quite vis- ible through the blue coating. Print as be- fore and then wash in cold water for five or ten minutes, dry and coat the paper again with a solution of the yellow powder accom- panying the paper. After drying, you print behind the negative for a third time, allowing the print to become well tanned, and then wash again in cold water, and your print in colors is finished. Simple, is it not? The finest results are obtained with the use of three negatives of the subject, which should be made with a green filter before the lens for the first or red coating, a red fil- ter for the second or blue coating and a vio- let filter for the third or yellow coating. It would take too long and be somewhat too technical to describe the reasons for using these filters, but for those who have patience and use infinite care this last method will be an interesting study. LOADING PLATE HOLDERS Editor RecrEATION : I. see in a recent issue of your magazine an article in regard to loading plate holders in the dark, in which you state that all plate makers pack the dry plates film side to film. I have been using the “New Record” plates, and they are all packed with the film side up; that is, all that I have used. My method of loading dry plates without a ruby light is as follows: Take a pin or needle, or other sharp-pointed instrument, and make a short scratch near the edge of the plate, say one-sixteenth of an inch from the edge. Try both sides of the plate; on the film side it will stick, but on the glass side will slip off very easy. The scratch will not hurt the negative in any way if made near the end or side of plate, as the printing frame takes off a margin of about one-eighth of an inch. If this method is of any use to you you may publish it. Rannie Smith, Preston, Minn. A DEVELOPER FOR SOLIO Editor RECREATION : Could you kindly let me know a good de- veloper and fixing solution for solio paper. I like this paper, as I have had better luck with it than with others, and always used a combination fixing and developing solu- tion put up by a large photo supply com- pany in Nassau street, but the pictures I took two years ago, and of which I think a great deal, are fading. I keep moving the prints until they are a deep chestnut-brown and then put them in a vessel large enough so they do not lay in one heap and let a small stream of water run on them for one hour. Then I dry them and mount them. Should I get other paper (or some other brand) and a different solution, or is there something I can put into the solio combina- tion to keep pictures from fading? I always use fresh paper and solution. Will send some pictures to RECREATION shortly. Hoping you can help me out, and thanking you in advance, I am, Edwin Hauck, New York City. NOW, YOUR TURN A Wisconsin man has invented a rat killer made of 76 per cent. corn meal, 19 per cent, dynamite and 5 per cent. of glue. The mixture is rolled into balls and a little cayenne pepper placed in the centre of it; when the rat sneezes he is blown to pieces. This mixture is not effective on mice be- cause they do not sneeze hard enough. Such genius is worthy of a native son of Kansas. Subject 4 feet 2 feet 4 feet wide 3 — 2 Bp DIAGRAM ILLUSTRATING MR. FELIX RAYMER’S STORY PAGES 46 TO 48 r AN Bie) \ FROM FIELD AND FOREST There seems to be a great difference of opinion as to the value of the present game laws in the State of Michigan. The Times, of Monroe, Wisconsin, says: “A noticeable decrease is shown in the number of deer killed and shipped out of the state by non-resi- dents. While there was a greater number of non- residents hunting in Wisconsin this year than last, they did not fare so well as the home hunters or as the non-residents of a year ago. “The deputies will be kept in the deer counties for some time in order to prevent so far as possible the local people there going out after the game in the absence of the authorities. Reports from the deer counties are to the effect that while there was a great killing of deer this season, great numbers lived through the season, and the game will be doubtless more plentiful next season.” Chief Game Warden Swenholt thinks: “Tt has been a fine season. The deputy wardens report that thousands of deer have been killed, but that the woods are full of them still. On a rough estimate I would say that there have been between 5,0co and 6,000 deer killed within the past fifteen days. The game laws of Wisconsin must be bene- ficial if this number can be killed off every year zad still thousands more remain running at large in the woods.”’ The Racine Times states: “The game wardens are not seen very often. The region through which the deer roam is so vast that the men now employed by the state are insufficient ja number to cover it in anywhere near the manner in which it should be. Then again, it is said that the wardens, in many instances, favor the natives who look upon the deer much as does the moonshiner in the South the illicit whisky business. “The natives can be likened to the moonshiner in another sense, it being one of their rules to never give evidence should one of their number by chance be arrested for shooting game out of season. “The man who goes into the woods in the northern part of the state sworn to do his duty as a protector of game does so at the peril of his life. Little is known in this section of the state as regards the feeling which exists between the natives and the state’s officers. The woods are.so' dense that it would be an easy task for a native to pick off a warden with his rifle without fear of being discovered. While cases of this kind are very rare the risk nevertheless is ever present and the work of a game warden in the woods is, using a slang expression, not the sine- cure it is cracked up to be.” One fact may be gained from these vary- ing statements and that is that there is still a very considerable amount of game in the State of Wisconsin, The National Association of Audubon Societies is to be congratulated upon its action in placing wardens in charge of the three reservations set aside by the Presi- dent last autumn. They are as follows: 83 ei WON Ae eeut LAWS “The ‘Siskiwit Islands reservation,’ embracing all of the _unsurveyed islands of the Siskiwit or Menagerie group of islands at the mouth of Siskiwit Bay, on_ the south of Isle Royal, in Lake Superior, Mich. This reservation embraces sections Zana dgl Zier. 26, 27, 33, 34 and 35, in township 64 north, range 36 west. Upon these islands between 6,000 and 10,000 herring gulls breed annually, besides a number of other species not nearly so numerous. It is the largest and most important herring gull colony within the limits of the United States. “The ‘Huron Islands reservation,’ embracing Huron Islands group lying near the south shore of Lake Superior and embracing sections 26, 27, 34 and 35, in township 53 north, range 29 west, Michi- gan. Some 1,500 gulls, together with a number of other water birds, breed upon these islands annually. _.“The ‘Passage Key reservation,’ embracing an island near the mouth of Tampa Bay, on the west coast of Florida, known as Passage Key, and sit- uated in section 6, township 34 south, range 16 east. Thousands of handsome terns have bred upon this little key annually ever since the Florida coast was first explored, but during the past year the egg hunters made regular trips to the island, and each time not only plundered the nests of the fresh eggs, but also destroyed all eggs partially incubated and unfit for use. This action promised annihliation of the colony within a year or two. At the time the egg hunting was most active other parties inat- gurated a movement to secure title to the island for resort purposes. This effort, if it had been success- ful, would have resulted in a destruction of the breeding colony, as complete and almost as soon as the egg hunters would have accomplished that end, so that the creation of the reservation is said to be extremely opportune. “The National Association of Audubon Societies has placed wardens in charge of each of these reser- vations, and the slaughter of the birds and plunder- ing of their nests has been stopped.”’ Bon two years) Ox) Chitton| hy Hodge, of Clark University, Worcester, Mass., has been engaged in raising partridges to get photo- graphs with which to settle the much-dis- cussed question as to how partridges made their distinctive whirring noise. Dr. Hodge did not care to have his neigh- bors’ cats destroy his partridges, reared with so much difficulty, so he caught large num- bers of cats in a trap and chloroformed them. For that reason some unknown person threw acorns filled with arsenic into the cage of the partridges. Now Mr. Hodge is_ without partridges, and to pursue his investigations further he will be obliged to begin all over again. Ohio State Game and Fish Commissioner Paul North will make two important recom- mendations to the State Legislature for the improvement of the game laws. The most important of these recommendations will ap- ply to the laws governing the fishing for 84 RECREATION black bass. Mr. North will also endeavor to have the Legislature pass a law to stop spring shooting. The former will be of immense importance to the fish companies and the lat- ter of import to the devotees of the gun. The chairman of the Maine Fish and Game Commission, L. T, Carleton, of Winthrop, has issued a circular to the milliners of the state calling their attention to the law relat- ing to the killing of birds. Plans are being laid for a general over- hauling of the fish and game laws of the State of Ohio. On the one hand there is a demand for bet- ter protection for the game and on the other there is a demand for better protection for the people from the game wardens. Under the law the entire fish and game question is in the hands of the fish and game commission. The governor appoints. The board numbers five and each man is appointed for five years. Those posted on the lake fisheries realize that unless something radical is done to pro- tect Lake Erie fish the grasping fish trust will soon entirely ruin the fish industry there. There is also a demand for the protection of birds. Senator Berry, in the last general assembly, introduced a bill to entirely pro- hibit the shooting of quail for five years, but it failed to pass. Many citizens believe it should be enacted this season. The farmers are discovering that the quail is valuable as a destroyer of insects that injure their crops and they are demanding that the quail be let alone. Opposition to the new state game law of Kansas is already beginning to develop. It is likely that the law will have to run the gant- let of amendments at the next session of the legislature. Many of the county clerks, who have to issue licenses in their respective counties, are complaining about the amount of extra work involved. They will ask to have the law changed so that the county shall get part of the fees collected. As it is now, the county clerks have to remit all they take in to the state treasurer, where it is placed to the credit of the game warden’s funds. The county clerks say that the new law makes it necessary for the county to buy new books and records in which to keep track of the li- censes issued. What the county clerks would like would be a regulation providing that they should retain about Io cents for each license issued as their personal rake-off on account of the extra work involved. The plea that the county is put to extra expense for the purchase of record books does not stand much investigation, for the licenses and stubs are all furnished free of charge by the state game warden. The law simply requires that the county clerk keep a record of the names and addresses of people to whom licenses are issued, and the date of issuance. The shipments of “big game” from stations on the Bangor & Aroostook Railroad during the month of October were as follows: DS er ee Ur ees vets RE ANI ALOU RN MD ae 1541 MOOSE hy unbis 2 lt Sih see leone Ue Sera 81 IB GAT NC Meen eats EW ANUP ar ey yank ae aa a ee 14 This is a very substantial increase over October, 1904, and establishes a new record for deer, being 72 more than were shipped during October, 1902, which has been the rec- ord October up to this time. In view of the fact that the weather condi- tions during October were decidedly unfa- vorable from a hunter’s standpoint, this rec- ord may be taken as a fair indication that there is no decrease in the number of deer and moose in northern Maine. Two of the employees of the Whitney estate on October Mountain, Massachusetts, have been appointed deputy game wardens, because of the number of poachers on the preserve. Hunters have invaded the Whit- ney land and have shot pheasants which are bred there. The Ohio game laws provide that ruffed grouse, Mongolian, English or ring-necked pheasants may not be shot before Novem- ber, 1908. Written permission must be ob- tained from the owner of the land upon which hunting is done. A fine of not less than $10 nor more than $15 is prescribed for the first offense. Non-residents of the State must secure a hunter’s license from the clerk of courts. Tt is unlawful to sell guns or ammunition to boys under fourteen years of age, and persons who are owners of hunting outfits are not to permit boys of less than that age to use them. The penalty for a violation of this section is severe. The market value of one roast duck served recently in Clinton, Mo., was $50.80. The eighty cents was paid by the traveling man who ate the bird, and the $50 was the fine assessed against the cook who served and sold it. Mr. A. W. Galpin, of Phcenix, Arizona, who recently returned from a big deer hunt in the north, and who is entitled, therefore, to speak with some authority in matters per- taining to the chase, says that notwithstand- ing the protection of the game laws, the deer in the mountains are getting scarcer every year. The cause for it, according to the sheep men with whom Mr, Galpin talked, THE GAME LAWS 85 is not that the people are seriously violating the game laws, but that the big, gray timber wolves are disregarding them entirely. The sheep men say that these big wolves are be- coming alarmingly numerous, and are fast slaughtering the deer, especially the fawns, which are easier to catch, and it can be readily seen that if there are no fawns, there will soon be no deer. The stockmen are fighting the timber wolves as hard as they can, but it seems with only small effect. There is a territorial law permitting the counties to pay a bounty of twenty dollars for each wolf scalp, and the county authorities are willing to pay it. In addition, the cattlemen pay a bounty of five dollars, and the sheepmen a bounty of five dollars, so that dead wolves are worth thirty dollars apiece. But even with all this inducement to the hunter and sportsmen the wolves are increasing. The sheepmen now all carry strychnine with them, and whenever they kill a deer, or sheep, or any other animal and dress it in the hills, they poison the entrails in the hope of killing one or more wolves. Some of them also are trying to trap them, though but with little success so far. The antelope of the country have been under the protection of the game laws for the last ten years, yet they are rapidly dis- appearing through the ravages of the wolves. This is not an argument against the game laws, for, of course, this game would go still faster if it were not pro- tected, but it is intended to call attention to the fact that everything possible should be done to destroy the wolves, and also to in- form hunters that the wolf is a “gamer bird” than the deer, and also that his hide is valuable. Mr. Galpin says one sort of sport that the herders sometimes engage in is to capture the young fawns and brand them, then turn them loose again. He said that one of the three deer that he shot had been branded when it was a fawn. Mr. Galpin also verified the story to the effect that parties of Indians, in violation of the law, stray off their reservation into the forest reserves to hunt. There was one party of eight Indians in that region that a ranger found killing game and threatened to arrest. They made a defiant talk, and he went after reinforcements, but the Indians changed their minds and moved on. At Kendall, Wyoming, a recent visitor had the pleasure of meeting Ranger Silas Yarnell, who informed him that during the late open season not a single arrest had been made for game violation. There is an abundance of game, and there is no doubt but that it is increasing very rapidly. In one day’s riding shortly before the close of the season, Ranger Yarnell counted over two hundred elk. The various hunting parties which visit this sec- tion are watched very closely, and realize their predicament and are very careful not to overstep the law. The great trouble in wanton destruction of game comes through the tenderfoot hunt- ers who come in each fall, and when they run into a bunch of elk they get the buck fever and lose their head. The elk, when they become scared, will bunch, and espe- cially when they are in an open park and can not ascertain the direction at once from which the shooting is coming, and will re- main quiet for some time. This is when the hunters try to get in as many shots as pos- sible, without care in aiming, with the re- sult that they wound many of them which afterwards trail off and die. The rangers have had many occasions to track these bloody trails, and have found several dead and wounded elk. It is estimated that possibly one hundred and fifty elk have been taken out of this country this year, which is not very many compared with the great increase which is apparent through the number of calves to be seen. Hunters returning to Washington from hunting trips on the, river report more ducks below Glymont than they have seen in many years. Off Mattawoman and Chicamuxen creeks the fowl were seen by the thousands, and in the flocks were mallard, red head and other varieties of choice duck. A flock of several hundred canvas backs are reported by Mr. Ned Clary to have been sighted yes- terday off Aquia creek. It is stated the ducks are very shy and it is hard to get within gunshot. “The wolves have been wreaking havoc on the Taquamenon,” said State Game Warden Chapman, of Michigan, in a recent inter- view, “but there are still some deer left. I do not believe the deer will ever be exter- minated, prouyling the wolves are killed off. This year we notice an absence of young life among the deer, indicating that the fawns and yearlings have been killed off in large numbers. If the deer are to be protected we must get rid of the wolves.” St. Louis commission merchants are mak- “ing an effort to stop shipments of game into St. Louis from outside points in Missouri and other States. Although the game law prohibits the shipment and sale of all game except rabbits, shipments are received al- most daily in St. Louis. Benjamin Landauer, a commission mer- chant at 907 North Fourth street, who was arrested in November on a charge of sell- ing game iz violation of the law, says it 86 RECREATION seems impossible to make shippers through the State understand the law. Each time a shipment is received it must be reported to the game warden, who con- fiscates it. The shipper receives no returns from his shipment and demands an explana- tion. When this is given him, he fre- quently doubts. At this time the commission merchants are trying to make the law known throughout the State. The new game law will net the State of Kansas about $25,000 a year. This money will all go to the building up of a State fish hatchery and the distribution of fish in Kan- sas lakes, ponds and streams. State Game Warden Travis will buy a fish car for use in distributing fish next spring. The law compelling each resident of the State to secure a license from the county clerlayo£ his) county,) at) the icost ot ($1) ir he wishes to hunt in Kansas, and all out- siders $15, went into effect the latter part of July. The books show that the sum of $6,257 have been paid to the State up to date from this source of revenue. But one- fourth of the counties have reported, which indicates that the total revenue annually will be close to $25,000. Barton county makes the best showing, with a total collec- tion of $522. Reno is next with $431. Ellis es $233; Lalbette $229 and Brown 223. State Game Warden J. W. Baker, of Ore- gon, was in Grass Valley recently to give his personal supervision to the prosecution of a local man for selling ducks. The new license law has brought in about $12,000, and the law will be closely enforced. The law provides that ducks and game birds cannot be sold during any season of the year, but a few local dealers flooded the market until the deputy game warden stopped them. Game Warden Chapma*‘y of Calumet, Michigan, is proving himself a most efficient State officer. Just now he is making life miserable for fishermen violating the law, and he has plans to make it warm for hunt- ers who overstep the game provisions, It is generally admitted that the Hoosier hunter has a hard row to hoe. Inside his hunting jacket he must not only have a li- cense, but before entering upon the land of any farmer he must first have permission from the owner of the land. This is be- coming more and more difficult to secure every year. Farmers are antagonistic to the hunter, as they generally want quail and rabbits themselves, and the birds are getting scarcer and scarcer. Under the game laws, passed by the last legislature, there are some interesting fea- LUIGeS: After securing his license and permit from the farmer, the hunter can kill but twenty- four birds in any one day. For every one secured in excess of this number he can be fined $10. A person may be fined $10 also for every bird sold or offered for sale. The birds can not be trapped or snared, the mini- mum fine for violation of this provision be- ing $ro. Deputy Game Warden Charley Post, of Oklahoma City, recently seized two barrels of quail in the hands of the Wells-Fargo Express Company, which were being shipped out of the territory in violation of law. This is the largest haul of this kind made this season. Under the Oklahoma law it is unlawful to sell quail or ship them out of the terri- tory. Notwithstanding this law, some one in southwestern Oklahoma undertook to ship two barrels of quail to a Chicago commission house and routed them via the Wells-Fargo Express Company’s line. At least, this is the supposition, inasmuch as the barrels con- taining the quail came over tke ’Frisco from the southwest. The barrels containing the quail bore the address of a Chicago commission house, to which they were consigned, but had nothing to indicate from whence they came or who the shipper was. If the identity of the ship- per could be ascertained, he would be liable to prosecution for violation of the game law. The Wells-Fargo is also liable to prosecu- tion for handling the shipment. Since the game laws have been so vigor- ously enforced in Illinois a new confidence game has come to light. Two city sports- men, with guns and dogs, go to a farmer and offer him five dollars for the privilege of shooting on his domain. To protect themselves they make a receipt, which a few weeks later turns up at the bank as a promis- sory note. In one locality farmers were caught to the amount of Seve thousand dollars. New York State has rigid laws against the killing of birds, but the farmers have been compelled to carry on an organized warfare against the crows during the past season. The only way to kill the feathered destroyers is to soak some corn in a solu- tion of poison and when the birds eat the corn they die in a short time. Under the new game law, no one hunter in Missouri may kill more than twenty-five quail on any one day. However, that pro- vision will not prove a hardship for the ma- jority of hunters, = AMERICAN S BR YE ANTIENT ARCHERS Some of the old archery societies of Great Britain, and which still flourish, are: “The Royal Company of Archers,” the king’s body for Scotland, was organized in its present form in 1676. “The Royal Toxo- philite Society” was organized in 1781 and represents ‘the two ancient bodies, “The Finsbury Archers” and “The Archers Com- pany of the Honorable Artillery.” mlulae Woodmen of Arden” was revived in 1785. Their meetings are held in the beautiful grounds of the Earl of Aylesfort, who is Lord Warden of the “Woodmen of Arden.” THANKSGIVING SHOOT (Ninety-Six Arrows at Sixty Yards.) Owing to the very cold weather only a few archers had the courage to indulge in their favorite sport. Under the circum- stanees, the shooting was very high-class. No report as to weather in Boston. In Chicago, the temperature 20 degrees above zero, with light snow. In Seattle, a wet wind and sloppy ground. SCORES: SEATTLE 1st-24 2nd-24 3rd-24 4th-24 Total Will H. Thompson 20-78, 22-98 23-155 23-119—88-450 CHICAGO A. E. Spink - 22-100 19-93 1985 19-87 —79-365 E.1. Bruce - - - 19-85 16-65 16-86 19-87 —70-326 BOSTON George Phillips Bryant - - - o1-481 Wallace Bryant - - - - 86-410 Edward W. Frentz - - - - 87-403 Thanksgiving Day is generally too cold for archery, and an earlier date will prob- ably be chosen for the shoot. THANKSGIVING ARCHERY SCORES FOREST GROVE, OREGON Dr, Henry E. Jones, 24-130, 24-144, 24-134, 24-148 = 96-556. F. S. Barnes, 25-95, 22-104, 21-91, 21-105 = 85-395. Prof. G. E. Coghill, 14-72, 21-81, 18-82, 21-95 = 74-330. Paote, bi... LL.» .Bates, 17-79 = 57-271. 12-52, 12-66, 16-74, Recreation is the Official Publication of the National Archery Association 87 ARCHERY AN OLD BOOK The following interesting extract is from Hansard’s “The Book of Archery,” pub- lished in London, in 1841: THE WEIGHT OF BOW TO BE USED. “In thus advocating strong bows and distant shoot- ing, let it not be understood that the archer is to in- jure himself by overstraining his muscles, or mar his success at the target by using bows beyond his man- agement. “The strength of the drawing arm rapidly accom- modates itself to the increased power of the bow, for nothing tends more to fortify and invigorate the muscles of that, and indeed every other portion of the human frame, than archery. We have all seen a bow somewhat above the shooter’s strength during his first season, entirely under command by the en- suing summer, if in constant use. Let the archer, however, ‘wrestle with his gear,’ as Ascham terms it, and achieve these conquests in private; for no bow should be taken to a shooting match which the Owner cannot use with perfect facility, since the struggle consequent on an attempt to draw up the arrow, when a man is over-bowed, will so disorder his aim that by chance only can he hope, under such disadvantages, to meet with the target. ‘It makes some men,’ writes the author just quoted, ‘to over- shoot the mark, some to shoot far wide, and per- chance to hurt a bystander.’ ‘I had my bows,’ says Bishop Latimer in one of his sermons, “bought for me according to my age and strength, and as [I in- creased in them, so my bows were made heavier and stronger.’ ‘Let the bow of every archer be propor- tioned to his strength, that is, not above, but rather beneath the power of the shooter,’ says Leo in his tactics; and the observation proves him to have been well acquainted with the subject on which he wrote.” AGAIN THE DISGRACEFUL SIDE HUNT The Effingham Hunt Club will have its great annual hunt on November 15th. Cap- tain James Border is leader. The members of the club will be divided into two sec- tions. Whichever section loses will have to give a free supper to the winners, at which the game that was shot will be served. The game is counted as follows: Sinallybindsee re ssl IO points. SGerelis wei mya i niehe y EO ea. IRA OOP REST iis Mean eT eR eR RR Hd ay LAW SH EM MS RNa ae Shs lg SOW: Waildivbucksyeye oi eZ BO iis The above is from a clipping from the Effingham Volksblatt. We have written to James Borders, Effing- ham, and hope to make him see the error of his ways, but to add weight to our letter we wish that as many of our readers as see this item will also write personal letters to this gentleman, for there is no more cer- tain way of exterminating the game in any section of the country than by the introduc- tion of the disgraceful items. \ A HAPPY HUNTING GROUND BY S. B, HACKLEY. To the white man of America who feels his blood leap in his veins when his foot crosses the rim of the woods, and the blue sky, save the patches that gleam through the leaves above him, is lost to him; who hears music in the bay of his hound and in his rifle’s crack—I, Io of the Umpquas, long gone to the land of the spirits, speak. Listen to me, O Pale-face brother—I am come to tell of a land of good hunting! Fifty years it has been since I went into the ground, and my covering for the night and for the day became the canoe, the sand and the stones, which those who in their turn have blown out their breaths and followed me, laid over me. Since that time, O white friend, the Great Father at Wash- ington has called my brethren with their squaws and pappooses, to his reservations, and no redskin remains on the Oregon coast save she whose years are numbered as the leaves of the maple—the widowed squaw bent over the embers in her hovel by the sea, with no companions save her dog-pack and her pipe to listen to her sighs, like the sighs of the east wind. When I lived and hunted, the foot-prints of my bronze-skinned brothers were as thick as deer-tracks, in this country of mighty for- ests and wonderful valleys. Scrape in the sand about old Indian camping-places, and you will resurrect our household utensils and outdoor implements in numbers as great as the salmon that come up the rivers in spawn- ing time. Go to the deserted huts in the wilderness, long since given up to the denizens of the woods, and look on the threescore feet high mounds of shells and earth about them— mute and lofty witnesses to the numbers of the former hunters in these forests. The wild geese that pass over my bones have whispered to me that in many parts of the States of this broad land not even a blackened stump remains to tell of the for- ests that are gone, and that in other places where the mighty trees hold up their heads the north wind is bitter in the hunting sea- son, and the hunter can not carry his rifle for the freezing of his fingers. To him I, To the Indian, send greeting, and commend him to the forests of the land that is lapped by the Pacific Sea! 88 Here, O white brother, the snow melts as it falls—the every-day rain is but a warm mist, and the white man can be comfort- able in his shirt sleeves in the sunshine in the dead of winter. There are no warm nights and no cold days, and the air is pleas- ant and bracing through the twelve moons. Here is found a greater area of untouched timber land than in any other state in the Great Father's dominions. Here, owing to the copious rains and the mild climate tem- pered by the ocean’s breath, every green stalk reaches toward the stars. The ever- green brake measures the height of a brave, and the heads of the trees are three times a hundred feet above the earth. Many hundred years these monarchs of wood have stood in their summer’s splendor and their winter’s strength, unharmed by the winds, and since there is no day, even in the eighth moon, when these forests are not wet with dew and fogs,—unscathed by fire. And here in these forests of spruces, hemlocks, firs, oaks, cher- tys, tamaracks, maples, junipers, cedars, pines —forests in many places so dense that the gloom of day is like the darkness of night— the wild things find hiding-places and live in numbers so great that, in the white man’s nee the state is a “‘sportsman’s para- ise.’ There are a few of the antlered elk in the state, but the rulers have forbidden the death of one of these for half a score of years, that they may increase and be many in the Ore- gon country. Of the deer the hunter is permitted to kill five in the autumn season. Then to the chase, Pale Face—to the long run! Take your dogs and your companions and your fire-stick, and go into the woods a few hun- dred yards, and start the big buck, quench- ing his thirst at the fresh-water lake! Then away like the west wind—past the miles of water-lily covered lakes, out on the knolls—on—on—to the sands where the bark of the dogs is drowned by the roar of the breakers—on—on—till the panting antlered one, seized with despair, runs into the surf to meet the crack of the good rifle! There is another beast in these woods (the most cunning thing in the forest)—the wild ‘creature the Great Father at Washington loves to hunt—the yellow mountain lion. The tame sheep and the foolish cow, chewing their cuds in their pastures, die as fish before THE REFERENDUM 8&9 the otter, when the cougar leaps among them, and the lawmakers have said that he who slays the yellow cat shall claim money for his head. The brush is so thick in the forest that in many places the dog can not force his body through and man can only go by the trails. Quick—quick, hunter, when your dogs track the panther—quick, or he will be gone in the tree-top, whose branches are so thick they hide the long one, and you can no lon- ger behold him with his eyes of fire! What is that that has left its track, in the night, in the mud about your spring? Out, friend, with the dogs, and on the trail of the black bear grown fat on the acorns, the thimble, the salmon, and the sal-lal berries of autumn! Maybe the hairy one will lead the dogs on a forty-mile run, and the hounds will creep into the master’s door after two suns have set—wornout and sore of foot, while Bruin says, ha! ha! in the next county! But better luck next time, brother—a little run in the forest—a crackling of the brush as the big bear plows through a thicket—a growl from the dogs—a snarl from the shaggy one as he turns under the firs, to strike out at the bellowing hounds—a swift shot from your rifle—a mad whirl—the swift blow of an axe—and a bear’s pelt is yours! Countless smaller beasts there are in the woods—the swift-leaping wildcat—the clam- eating ‘coon—the fearless polecat—the nest- building woodrat—the springing squirrel. -The beaver used to build his dams across every river—but now he has fled before the sound of the footsteps of the white man, and is found only in the most hidden places. Because of the moist air the dog can trail in the sunlight the tracks the ’coon has made in the moonlight, and great are the number of narrow faces that hide in one hole in the ground! Do you like to hunt the fowls of the for- est, my brother? There are pheasants, there are grouse and quail—there are hawks, there are them of the bald head and the mighty wing—they who soar in the eye of the sun in numbers like the bloom of the laurel in summer. Do you like to hunt the sea-bird, white hunter? Geese, as numberless as the sands, ducks, like the maple’s bloom in spring, sea- gulls, loons, shags, cranes, float on the bay, ready for the aim of the gunner. Stand on the edge of the bay, white hunt- er, and watch the big hair-seal come to the surface of the water. He will look at you without fear many minutes before he dives, but do not shoot him, brother—you can not reach his body, for he will sink like a stone and will not rise until his flesh is fit only for the fishes. Look, white friend, from the beach where the breakers roll up a hundred feet and roar like the thunder—look out in the sea where the rocks rear themselves half a hundred feet out of the water and see the yellow sea- lion and his fellows covering the rocks, to bask in the great sun’s rays! The lighthouse keeper has seen over the bar, that whose pelt is worth in the Great Father’s coin a hundred dollars five times over. Then out, good hunter, for a perilous day and a night among the breakers, and be- hold at daybreak a white dot in the distance —the silver sea-otter, curled up asleep, with its head pillowed on the water, as calmly as the white man reposes on his pillow of goose feathers!’ Then be quick, good hunter, shoot with sure aim, and secure the prize before it sinks in the deep! Come, white man, up the side of the moun- tain—a hundred feet three times, above the level of the great waters, and behold the en- tire skeleton of a monster whale! Four cay- ‘uses it would need to draw the lower jaw- bone of the skeleton even on the flat earth— how, then, came the bones of thé great crea- ture entire, on the mountain side? Listen and I will tell you. Half a cen- tury gone, when I, through age, leaned on my stick, an ocean water-spout lifted the mon: ster and laid him down on the mountain When the water came down it washed a basin so deep that the whale lived in it many days. I saw the whale—I and my red broth- ers ate of his flesh. Farewell! The spirits of my brothers are calling me back. I must go. Heed well the parting words of Io, mighty huntsman of the Umpquas, O hunter! When the red lust for hunting is upon you, come away to this re- gion where the wild things live—away to the land next the setting sun beside the mighty stretch of restless waters! CANOE GUM BY MARTIN HUNTER In these days wooden canoes, canvas ca- noes, tin canoes and other contrivances to transport one from place to place have re- placed the once familiar birch-bark canoe of our early days, but they are yet in use in the far-back country. As we have no country so far back but what ReEcrEATION reaches it, I propose, through its pages, to enlighten the unedu- cated as to the proper way in which a bark canoe should be gummed, 7. e., the prepara- tion of the gum from the raw state, suitable for the heat of summer and the cold of late autumn. A leaky bark canoe is the most miserable vessel one can be in; I mean a small tour- ing or hunting canoe. As an old officer once said to me: “A small canoe with rea- sonable care and proper gumming should never have a drop of water in her.” There is some excuse for a large trans- port canoe which is loaded and unloaded, occasionally several times a day to make a go RECREATION trifle of water, because she is racked con- siderably each time she grounds or the lad- ing is shifted. But a big canoe, with care- ful gumming and due regard for her frailty, can be kept comparatively free from water. The best gum to use, and for that matter the only proper gum, is from the white spruce tree. Some seem to think the only thing to do is melt the gum and smear it on the seams. As a result the action of the sun above board, and friction of the tepid water in under, will cause the gum to melt and run all over the bark in a most un- sightly manner and leave the seams exposed in places, allowing the water to enter. I had a canoe, comfortable size for three men and baggage, gummed on the twelfth of May, traveled eleven hundred miles; she was carried over eighty-three portages and we arrived back at the post without ever having occasion to even warm the gum. admit the canoe was a well-made one in the first place, and I had two careful men, nev- ertheless without proper gum repairs would have been necessary and vexatious delays unavoidable. Now, I must tell the secret of gum cook- ing ere I tire the reader or exasperate the searcher after knowledge. Where~-a number of canoes are to be gummed or kept in commission it is the bet- ter plan to prepare a quantity of gum at once. For summer use take ten (10) pounds of clean, hand-picked white spruce gum, put it into a kettle two-thirds too large for it and start to melt it over a gentle fire having a flat, paddle-shaped stick to stir it occasionally. When it gets to the boiling point constant care and watchfulness must be given, and almost a continual whirl of the paddle kept up, otherwise at this stage of the cooking it will boil over, ignite, and the whole kettle will be a mass of flames in a moment. The process of making proper gum 1s lengthy and tedious, as it requires from six to ten hours’ constant attention. Strange to say, during the boiling process it changes from the original yellow color of the gum to coal black. Another strange phenomenon is that about the time it gets deep black no matter how much fuel is added to the fire it is no longer possible to make the contents of the kettle boil. Now, when you have arrived at this point of relief from the stirring process, add one (1) pound of pure rendered beef tallow, stir occasionally for another twenty minutes, keeping the same amount of fire going, and your gum is cooked. The better way before it cools is to run it off into small receptacles for future use. Empty tomato cans, small kettles or other convenient vessels. ne In applying the gum to a new canoe it 1s better to have the gum not too liquid. Have a little pallet of wood, dipping it into the gum as required and spreading it carefully along the seams. After all the seams are served heat a flat piece of iron, the end of a - poker or some other suitable thing, and pass it little by little on and along the gum to give it a polish and firm set. The Indians, when doing this, keep masticating a piece of gum or a twig to create saliva; then, as the hot iron has warmed a certain surface they expectorate some of the spittle into the palm of the hand, rubbing the hand back and forth over the heated surface until it cools, hardens and has a polished appearance, Like everything else, to do a thing well requires time, but when it is well done it lasts. I have seen a canoe, gummed in the way I have described, placed out on an ex- posed beach and left all day in the heat of a July sun and at night, upon examination, the gum had not melted or moved an eighth of an inch. This canoe belonged to the man who taught me how to cook gum, As the water and the air is getting cold about the twentieth of September, we take all this gum off our canoes in commission and replace it with gum of a more plastic consistency. It is made in this manner, when boiled to a deep coffee color (before it reaches the black hue), add two (2) pounds of pure rendered beef tallow to ten (10) pounds of gum. Such gum does not crack with the frost, or if accidentally coming in contact with a rock only shows a dinge, thereby leaving the canoe still watertight. To takeoff the) summer oun jaitentiion tarpaulin is stretched on the ground, the canoe placed upon it and each gummed por- tion gone over with a small flat stick. With this he gives the gum short, sharp, decisive blows and the gum crumbles and falls on the canvas placed to catch it. When the canoe is perfectly free of gum she is lifted on one side and the gum carefully gathered for next summer’s use, by adding half a pound of tallow and boiling for half an hour. Even in the country where birch bark canoes are in use it is not every one who knows how to cook gum properly. FOREST FIRES BY ELMER RUSSELL GREGOR. The forest fires which semi-annually rage through our forests, destroying all in their path and leaving behind desolation and bar- renness, may indeed be called the scourge of the American wilderness. The havoc wrought by these destructive fires may be readily appreciated on traveling through the burnt lands over which these fires have swept. Nothing remains to gladden the eye or cheer the mind save blackened stumps and dead undergrowth. Not alone do forest fires destroy the beauty of the landscape and consume millions of feet of valuable timber, but live game of all descriptions suffer se- verely as well. Particularly is this true 1 ——— ee NS ee THE REFERENDUM 9! these fires occur early in the spring, for then do they destroy the nests containing the eggs or young of our game birds, while im- mature animals, unable to escape from their math, share a like fate. Forest fires are di- rectly traceable to two causes. Carelessness, either intentional or unintentional, on the part of certain individuals, and the rail- roads whose tracks run through these for- ests are the chief causes of these fires. Thoughtlessness on the part of inexperi- enced hunters and campers in the woods starts many a destructive fire raging. The thoughtless knocking of embers from a pipe onto the dried leaves, or the careless throw- ing down of a lighted match, are quite suf- ficient to start a serious conflagration. Many of these fires are also started by some mean, low-minded people, to avenge a real or fan- cied wrong they have sustained at the hands of some neighboring timber owner. Thus they imagine that by firing the woods and destroying their neighbor’s timber they have satisfactorily “squared accounts.” It is a great pity that these despicable rascals can- not more frequently be caught in their treacherous act. The sparks from passing locomotives dropping into the forest bed of dried leaves and underbrush very frequently serve to start one of these fires. No matter from what cause, or how started, one of these fires once under headway in a country of large forests is indeed a serious affair to deal with. The flames, at first small, run rapidly over the ground, fed by the dry leaves and underbrush. Gradually growing larger, these flames reach up and ignite the low spreading branches of some bush. From this they gain headway and spread to other bushes, finally whipping around the second growths and larger trees, with a dull roar the flames mount higher and the forest fire is embarked on its mad career. Once started in a heavily forested country, one of these fires, with a good wind behind it, will some- times burn fiercely for weeks at a time. Fi- nally encountering the impassable barrier of some large river, it expends its force in vain endeavors to reach over to the brush on the opposite shore, and this failing, dies. Fight- ing a forest fire is indeed no small job and calls for much endurance, discomfort and exertion on the part of the fighters. I have helped fight many of these fires in the for- ests of northern Pennsylvania; oftentimes our exertions to check some particular fire continuing for several days at a time. The accompanying descriptions were taken by the writer, during a particularly fierce fire, which resisted our best efforts toward checking it, for three days and nights. It was one of those still, warm days of early spring; a haze hung about the horizon and everything seemed lazy and indifferent in the warm spring sunshine. Towards noon we detected a faint odor of burning pine, borne to us on the faint breeze. An hour or two later dense clouds of black smoke could be seen rising up from behind a neighboring ridge of pine, while the atmosphere was now so smoke-laden as to smart one’s eyes. The wind began to freshen and the fire was now headed in our direction. Hastily summoning all hands, and procuring water buckets, we started on our work of fire fighting. Tol- lowing down a woodland road for about two miles, we were on a parallel line with the oncoming fire. Here we struck into the woods and strung out along a small wood road used by lumber teams. Our right wing rested on a small spring, which was quite essential in our operations. Each man, pro- vided with a lighted pine knot, ran along this road, starting the brush along one side blaz- ing, and afterwards, seeing to it that the fire was kept on that side and prevented from crossing the road. We started a line of fire all along one side of this road for a distance of about two miles until we came to a fair-sized stream. Thus we drove our own fire against the forest fire, which was now bearing down on us very rapidly, being helped along by a strong wind. By forcing our fire against the oncoming fire, we thus burned all combustibles in its path, and so hoped to check its further advance. ‘This method of fire fighting is known as “back firing’ and is usually effective in checking or stopping these destructive forest fires. Great care must be taken in “back firing,” however, to prevent the back fire from get- ting away from you, thus making matters worse than the original fire could. Back fires should be started along one side of a road or stream, as they can then be controlled and prevented from spreading in any direction, save the one desired. We were now envel- oped in a dense smoke with the wind against us, and it required constant vigilance on our part to prevent the flames of our own fire from being blown back in our faces and across the road behind us. As a precaution against this we sent two boys, with buckets of water, along our entire line of fire, con- stantly soaking the undergrowth on the side opposite the fire. The heat and smoke from both fires were now intense and our eyes were streaming water, while our heads throbbed. It was at this stage that one of my companions loomed up through the smoke and gasped out that the fire had suc- ceeded in crossing the road further on, and was rapidly bearing down on our valuable timber land and buildings. No time was to be lost, and blindly rushing through dense clouds of smoke and whirling sparks, we succeeded in making our way back to our main road. Stationing some of our men along this road to prevent, if possible, the fire from crossing at this point, the remain- der of our party rushed on parallel with the fire, which was now raging through some valuable pine timber. The blinding smoke and suffocating heat from the fire at this 92 RECREATION point was well-nigh unendurable, but still we were obliged to press on. At last we arrived where we must make another stand, and if possible turn the course of the fire. We sent the boys to a small lake about a quarter of a mile distant for water, while we began a line of back fire to turn the course of the forest fire from our possessions. The air was now filled with swirling sparks and _ cinders. Dense yellow smoke filled the road and the surrounding woods with a suffocating cloud, while the roar of the flames, the crashing of falling timber, the scorching heat and crackling underbrush, all combined to make a spectacle never to be forgotten. The smoke was so dense we were obliged to lie flat in the roadway, our faces but a few inches from the ground, to obtain air, while your com- panion but a few feet from you was entirely undiscernible. After checking this fire at va- rious points, our exertions lasting until well on toward dawn, we at last succeeded in turning the course of the fire, thereby saving our property. When proceeding before a moderate gale I have frequently seen flames from one of these fires mount thirty feet or more into the air, while their roar can be heard for miles. On a dark night the effect of a forest fire seen burning along the top of some distant mountain range is indeed in- spiring to behold. The red tongues of flame seem silhouetted against the crimson-tinted horizon, the dense clouds of illumined smoke mounting upward, the fragrant odor of burn- ing pine on the night air and the distant roar of flames and crash of falling trees serve to nerve one to a high pitch of excitement. These forest fires, when burning against a fair wind, do not acquire such enormous proportions; though when burning slowly against the wind, their work is more thor- ough and deadly in its effect on the forest growth. Often after one of these fires has swept over a mountain range the twinkling glow of burning stumps left in the fire’s wake may be seen for several nights, giving the appearance of tiny campfires shining in the distance. While these fires do not neces- sarily kill some of the larger trees at once, still they ruin the timber and kill the prom- ising young growth, besides giving the wil- derness a scar which takes many years to heal and disappear. Let us hope, therefore, that the thoughtless and unthinking camper and others will take heed, and be as careful in the dry woods of late autumn and early spring as one would be in a powder mill. A forest fire once started, often proves as disastrous in every way as an explosion in one of these mills would prove. Let us also hope that our forests will receive that same protection from state and government which is now so nobly extended to our game birds and animals. This done, and forest fires kept out, our great American wilderness will take on new life and blossom as the Tose. A JAMAICA BAY FISH STORY Editor RECREATION: Labor Day, 1904, while fishing for black- fish over the wreck, near Rockaway Inlet, in Jamaica Bay, I caught a few good-sized fish and a couple of small ones. I had a piece of an old woolen stocking, which I used to wipe. off the fishing-pole and reel with, and I tore off a piece of this and wrapped it around the tail of one of the small black- fish, throwing him back into the water. A year later, it just happened to be Labor Day, I was fishing at the same old spot. The first fish I pulled up was a blackfish weigh- ing about two pounds with a black woolen Sweater on. Edwin Hauck, New York City. A CORRECTION Editor RECREATION: In your October number, referring to the wonderful success of Beals C. Wright, the present American lawn tennis champion, you unintentionally made a mistake in speaking of Mr. Wright’s playing in the National Cham- pionship Tournament at Newport. You should say: “He lost one set in the tournament—to Larned—and this, “the first of the series, he followed by three easy wins.” * * * Knowing that you would not intentionally take credit from any player who deserves it, or, in other words, believing, as I am sure you do, that where credit is due it should be given, I take the liberty of calling your attention to the mistake referred to, and pointing out the fact that Mr. Wright lost two sets in the tournament. In his match against Wylie C. Grant, Wright lost the sec- ond set by a score of 4-6, as you can see by reference to the offiicial scores of the tourna- ment. The full score of his match against Mr. Grant being, as I now remember, 6-4, 4-6, 6-1, 6-2. Although the mistake may seem of not much matter, yet, the reason that I call it to your attention is that in the ar- ticle referred to in your October number the fact that Mr. Wright only lost one set in the tournament is particularly mentioned. I am quite sure, knowing Mr. Wright, as I do, to be a thorough sportsman, that he would be the first to suggest this correction, and I also think that in justice to Mr. Grant it should be made, because the winning of even one set from Beals C. Wright, considering the way that he was playing the past season, is a most creditable performance for any player. I am a constant reader of your paper, and feel sure that you will appreciate my calling your attention to the above-mentioned matter, and that you will correct the error in your next issue. Justice, New York City. THE REFERENDUM 93 THE TRAGEDY OF JONAH BY IRENE POMEROY SHIELDS “Oh, mother, come quick! Come quick!” shouted a shrill, childish treble. ‘“Here’s a big snake with horns on.” The mother rushed out to the assistance of the terrified child, and sure enough, there was a snake of a species entirely unknown to her. Not very long but of an immense girth and with a pair of crooked horns ex- tending back over his repulsive head. Greatly alarmed and surprised, as no snakes aside from an occasional water snake or a harm- less garter had ever been seen in this north- ern region, she summoned her husband from the nearby potato patch. He came, incredu- lously scoffing, but speedily alive to the ex- igencies of the case, on catching sight of the repulsive reptile. A few vigorous blows with the hoe and the mystery was solved. His snakeship was a common garter that had swallowed no less than three toads and was then vainly endeavoring to engulf the fourth victim. His capacity being unequal to his appetite he had but partially succeeded in the effort, and the hind legs of the last captive extended back over his head-in the exact similitude of a pair of horns. On being released this modern Jonah seemed none the worse for his experience, and calmly hopped away to contemplate his miraculous deliverance. As he sat beside a sheltering stump, blink- ing at Fate and the world, some doubt was expressed as to his survival, and the mother suggested putting a dab of paint on his back. Thenceforth Jonah became a marked char- acter. He lived for years in the garden, making his home in the old, hollow stump, and when that disappeared before the march of time and civilization he took up his abode beneath a large stone, screened by a grape vine, in one corner of the garden, and there lived as contentedly as before. As years passed on he grew to such an immense size that the boys became proud of their pet toad, and began to aid him in pro- curing a varied and abundant diet. It soon became his custom to hop up on the porch steps in the warm summer even- ings and sit placidly awaiting the flies, bugs, spiders and other insects they caught for him. He took them at first from the end of a long, sharp stick and afterward from a toothpick. After ten years of this halcyon existence the family built and moved into a new house some twenty rods from the first. A few days after the flitting old Jonah was seen, laboriously hopping along down the path toward the new house. Some one compassionately carried him the remainder of the distance and he thereupon took up his residence under one of the porches until the next year, when a drive well was put down in the yard, Soon after that event he disappeared and was seen no more for several months. Con siderable speculation was indulged in regard ing his probable fate. During the summer it became necessary to make some changes in the connection of the pipes at the well and the cavity at the top was opened. ‘There, serenely winking at the sun, sat Mr. Jonah, apparently as cheerful as ever and little re- garding the fact of his release. _The cavity was about ten feet deep and six or eight in diameter, and walls and floor covered with cement. It looked like a most undesirable home, and whether he had de- liberately chosen it or fallen in while ex- ploring under the loose planks covering the top was an open question. Suffice to say that he soon again disap- peared, and was again found in the same place, and so on for a period of about fif- teen years. When, for any reason, the space was uncovered there would be seen old Jonah, looking as though he had just awak- ened from a refreshing nap, though one pe- riod of imprisonment lasted nearly two years. He certainly did diminish considerably in size, however, doubtless owing to a less abundant diet. Last summer the elements of a probable tragedy were disclosed. When the well was opened at that time the family gathered about to greet the old fellow, but no trace of him was to be seen. There was, however, the skeleton of a large snake lying coiled in one corner, and the conclusion was _ obvious. Poor Jonah had doubtless fallen a victim to his ancient foe. A gifted pen might weave a romance from a far less tragic ending. BAD CREE HUNTERS Editor RECREATION : Have been noticing various criticisms in RECREATION and I wish to register a com- plaint. The Cree Indians of Canada are spoiling our best hunting grounds. I saw, in a two weeks’ hunt this fall, six black-tail deer, where two years ago I saw nearly one hundred in a four days’ hunt. This year the Indians have hunted the country to a fin- ish. They move as far south as the Mis- sourt River brakes and go into camp there. Then they hunt the country surrounding with dogs. If you could bring these facts before some one in power I would be ever so much obliged. If there is anything I can do, I'll be glad to assist. W. H. Kitts, Lewistown, Mont. THE CAT PROBLEM Editor RECREATION : For more than two years past Dr. C. F. Hodge, of Clark University, Worcester, 94 RECREATION Mass., has been conducting a remarkable study of the ruffed grouse in captivity. By his investigation of its foods, habits, in- stincts and natural history Dr. Hodge has not only made unique contributions to our knowledge of the grandest game bird we possess, “but has solved the problem of its domestication. Starting with eggs under a bantam hen he has reared the grouse chicks in captivity, has seen them come to maturity, mate, and produce in turn strong and healthy offspring—an achievement long con- sidered impossible, but in its fruition full of premise to those who have looked with dismay upon the growing scarcity of a bird that has no rival in the sportsman’s es- teem. The greatest difficulty which Dr. Hodge has encountered has been the unexpected one that the birds offer strong attractions to cats. As it is through this circumstance that the writer has had his attention focused upon the cat problem, a few incidents may be cited. During the entire course of Dr. Hodge’s investigation, at all times of day or night, the family was likely to be startled by the birds flying wildly about the enclosure, al- ways to find and chase away some blood- thirsty cat that was climbing about over the wire netting that shielded the birds. After losing two young grouse by being snagged by cats reaching through the inch mesh of the netting, and later an old bird that died with a burst crop, the plan was adopted of catching the ‘cats in box traps, chloroform- ing those that appeared to be strays, and re- turning to neighbors those whose ownership happened to be known. Ultimately ,of course, matters came to a Gisisayy neighbor's Catia persistent of- fender, was “put out of business” upon Dr. Hodge’s premises, but by one of his as- sistants while he was out of town. The irate owner, with more feeling than wis- dom: incited) the 1S) Ps GA. to) brine the protector of the birds into a local court. In discharging the defendant, the Magis- trate, Judge Samuel Utley, took occasion to say: “If there is one animal that is uncon- trollable it is the common house cat. There is no wilder animal in Christendom, and I maintain that a man on his own premises has a right to exterminate cats that destroy his property and encroach on his good na- fume There is but one thing further to say in connection with the above incident. On the following Sunday morning all of Dr. Hodge’s” partridges were found dead—poi- soned by acorns charged with arsenic thrown into the enclosure by some person unknown at this writing. It would be easy to dwell upon the des- picable character of this act of the cat ownei, to enlarge upon the exhibition af- forded of a type which dwells in every com- munity and who, cast as he is in the’same criminal mould as the dog poisoner and the incendiary, abhorred by all decent men. But our real concern is not with him. It lies in the problem of ithe cat, and it is the manifest duty of every sportsman, every lover of birds, to cover the question fully and in possession of the facts to wage relentless war upon every roaming g, predatory cat he may chance upon in his days afield. We may fairly state the claims of the cat under two heads: first as a household pet, second as a foe to rats and mice. The first claim I oppose on the grounds of un- healthfulness and unresponsiveness. Science tells us the cat is a well known, thoroughly proven carrier of contagious disease. Diph- theria, tuberculosis, eczema, ringworm, grippe and scarlet fever are among the more common diseases in which the contagion has been traced to the cat. Practically every cat we examine is diseased. Nearly all are mangy, all of any age have catarrh of the nasal passages, tubercular lungs are com- mon, all are infested with fleas. All these things indicate that the cat is an unwhole- some animal for a child to have as a pet. Few. cats are determined rat catchers— food comes easier in other ways and the war against vermin never" being carried to the point of extermination is of slight value. Against the cat an array of charges ap- pear, among which I cite: 1. The suffering of the animals them- selves by fighting, starvation, disease and ex- posure. 2. The annoyance, especially in cities, of their nightly caterwauling and their offens- ive habits about buildings. 3. Carrying contagious diseases from house to house. 4. Killing chickens, game, song and insec- tivorous birds. Only No. 4 demands further comment in a paper addressed to sportsmen. In the past few years, especially since ac- tive work for the protection of birds has been instituted, the cat problem has entered upon an acute phase. This work for the birds is determined and widespread; it is entrenched behind beneficial laws and founded, in part, on the fact that insect rav- ages—largely due to scarcity of birds—are taxing the resources of the country heavily, a recent estimate placing the annual damage of insects to forest and agricultural interests at $795,000,000. The situation demands that a solution of the cat problem fair to all con- cerned be reached as speedily as possible. Clearly every cat owner should provide means to keep the animal on his own prem- ises, so that cats found running at large should be known as strays and could be dealt with accordingly. This is practically the solution of the problem reached in Ger- many, where in many cities official provision has been made to destroy all cats which are THE REFERENDUM 95 allowed to trespass on either private or pub- lic property. On all sides, from all civilized countries, in which measures are being taken to pro- tect game and insectivorous birds, the evi- dence is overwhelming that the cat is the worst enemy of bird life. Nehrling goes so far as to say: “They do more harm to our familiar garden birds than all other enemies combined.” Says von Berlepsch: ‘We may as well give up protection of birds about our homes so long as we tolerate cats out- side the buildings.” Mr. E. H. Forbush, Massachusetts State Ornithologist, once shadowed an ordinary farm cat for one day and actually observed her empty six birds’ nests, eating or carry- ing home all the young, and in the opera- tion catching one or two of the parent birds. “The birds,’ he writes, “were all common orchard birds, robins, chipping sparrows, bluebirds, and, I think, one song sparrow.” Mr. Forbush has made this a matter of careful observation and study for over twenty-five years; and from this record it would seem safe to say that his estimate is within the truth, viz., that if the birds hold out, a cat, on the average, will get ten old ones and forty young in a year. Game birds, as well as song and insectivor- ous birds, are the recognized property of the State, and in Massachusetts the law speci- fies a fine of $10 for each bird killed or il- legally taken. In many cases this fine does not constitute an equivalent for the value of the bird's work in a community overbur- dened with insect pests. Then where is the reason or sense in fining a man ten dollars for killing a single bird and in permitting him to keep an inconsequent and uncon- trolled cat that kills fifty birds a year? Moreover, every sportsman can _ testify from personal observation of the damage done among our ground-nesting game birds iby roaming and half-wild cats. They are animals of ineradicably feral instincts, and make no return for the ravages they com- mit. Even as a pet the cat is unresponsive, exhibiting only that type of gratitude so well defined as “a livelv sense of favors ex- pected.” Finally, then, let the sportsmen of this country face the cat problem as common sense and a due regard for the value of our bird life may dictate. If the uncontrolled cat is a menace to our birds; if, under the guise of a household pet, the community harbors the worst sort of a wolf in sheep’s of clothing, let us deal with the issue straight from the shoulder and waste no time about st. At any rate, we can make it apparent to cat owners that the safety of their pets can *be assured only by having them kent strictly on their own premises. This will give us at least a fair start toward the final solution of the problem. Ernest Russell, Worcester, Mass. FROM FAR WASHINGTON Mditor ReCREATION : I am going to send you that photograph of Daniel Boone’s monument that I promised you some time ago, also a photo of a ptarmi- gan that is changing from fall to winter style, I will also send to you a couple of twists of good old Kentucky tobacco, When you want to forget that you are a slave of the people and go back to the good old days, back off into a corner, get out the old cob, put your feet up higher than your head, shut your eyes and dream that you are on Lake Chelan, on Fish Creek, with a small frog trying for that big brook trout that would have nothing to do with any of the vanities and tinsels of the flymaker’s art. 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Revolvers > Fine Bargains in Other Guns Taken in Trade me Guns Send for Catalogue and List of Second-Hand Guns Just now at close of the season we =a” offer anumber of High Grade Guns, some a little shopworn at much na paees Peouar Prices. Send SCOTT, GREENER, PURDY, LANG. ae others 12, 16 and 20 Bores Trap and very light weights 26, 28 and 30 inch (> Send 6 cents in stamps for catalogue with full illustrations and our list of Second-hands. ~@& f JUST NOW ON HAND ; (27° 100 Standard American Make Hammerless °™ptcc $3 $15.00 Are latest model, top snap, pistol grip, for nitro or black powder—a bargain to anyone wanting a good shoot- ing, reliable gun for alittle money. Sent on inspection on receipt of $5.00. Send for illustrated circular. Wm. Read & Sons, 107 Washington St., Boston, Mass. ESTABLISHED 1826 When corresponding with advertisers please mention “ Recreation” RE CR EAT? O N?S'* 4D Vv 2 Re eee LETTER FROM CHAS. T. SCHOEN The Prominent Capitalist. Philadelphia, October 18, 1905. 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The PRU DENTIAL Occupavionnz re secies clot kennels Dept : Insurance Company of America ¢ State whether Specimen of Wnsle nate, united Bevan Incorporated as a Stock Company by the State of New Jersey t or Endowment 5-year Dividend Policy is desired. a appa Home Office, Newark, N.J. JOHN F. DRYDEN, Pres. \ When corresponding with advertisers please mention “ Recreation” ELEC. METALLIC CARTRIDGES Farthest North U.M.C. Cartridges have been nearly to the pole on the dog sleds of the Arctic Explorers. The half-breed buys U.M.C. Cartridges at the trading posts Zot the Hudson Bay Co. In the Klondike they sell at a big premium. Why? Because they are loaded with only Stan- dard powders which the superior U.M.C. primers can ignite under the most trying conditions. In fair weather or foul THE UNION METALLIC CARTRIDGE COMPANY, BRIDGEPORT, CONN. 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The advanced price of printing, and of . paper, would have justified us in do- | es ing this one year ago, but we felt at | that time, owing to the change of management, that it was due the old subscribers that we allow the price to remain unchanged until we had demonstrated the sort of a magazine we were capable of presenting. Even now, all subscriptions received at this ofice before April 1st will be accepted at one dollar, and though your present subscription does not expire | for several months, it will be well to renew now, | rather than to pay the advance price later. If you wish to renew for two years send us two dollars. All Subscriptions received on or before April first will be accepted at one dollar. After that $1.50. In sending payment for the extension of sub- scriptions, please mention the year and month in which your present subscription expires. When corresponding with advertisers please meution “ Recreation” RoE CURR wi Wale eae it C); See AveD: OV WER: AD ta esa ae WANTS :: FOR SALE :: A DVERTISEMENTS will be inserted under the proper heading in this department at the rate of 5 cents a word, each initial and figure counting as one word. less than fifty cents. be deducted from a twelve-time order. ple twelve times a year for the sum of $6.00. Display type and illustrations at regular rates. Cash must invariably accompany the order. It is possible through this department to reach nearly 400,000 peo- EXCHANGE \ No advertisement will be inserted at A discount of 10 per cent. may | | | KENNEL ab HE LARGEST Pointer Kennel in the World is Bar Harspor KENNELS, Bar Harbor, Maine. POINTERS AND SETTERS WANTED TO TRAIN. Game plenty. H. H. SmityH, Brookville, Pa. FOR SALE—Four English Setter partly broken. Highly bred. For particulars, address Mitton E. Ropertson, Smithville Flats, Chenango Co., N. Y. BEAGLE HOUNDS—Young and mature stock. better. All eligible and bred to hunt. “DEBONAIR,” South End. Gloversville, N. Y. Bitches, two are Prices reasonable. None T. IDA KENNELS Blue Blooded Boston Terriers. 85 Topliff Street, Dorchester, Mass. and brood bitches always on hand. Puppies, studs YOUNG’S IMPROVED DOG BISCUIT For sale by all Grocers and Sporting Goods dealers. Send for our special premium offer. YOUNG’S BISCUIT CO., 89 Fulton Street, Boston, Mass. BOOK ON Diseases We) : AND HOW TO FEED Mailed Free to any address by the author H. Clay Glover, D.V.S. = 1278 Broadway, N. Y, a HOTELS PARTMENTS, 3 to 7 rooms each; rooms sin- gle and en suite. The Hinman, Apartment and European Hotel, MarsHatt Cooper, Mer., 7th and Figuerda, Los Angeles, Cal. Booklet mailed free, When corresponding with advertisers please mention “ Recreation’ SOUVENIR POSTAL CARDS q —_$_———e C OLLECTORS OF SOUVENIR POST-CARDS—Join the Exchange and receive from collectors through- out the country. Limited membership; at present only 10 cents. Special. membership 25 cents, and large list’ of members names. . INTERNATIONAL SOUVENIR Post-Carp EXCHANGE, Dept. R. Box 1332, Springfield, Mass. REAL ESTATE | FOR, SALE OR LEASE—Eleven hundred acres of| wild land; two trout streams, grouse, rabbits, bear and deer. Lease for $150 per year. For further informa- tion, address Emery, Lock Box 26, oM Kittanning, Pa. UST NOW —Fifteen Hundred buys lovely Summer Cottage near good hotel. Growing summer resort,! upper Hudson Valley, Adirondacks. Hunting, fishing,: scenery, location all fine. 1 Dr. MoreHouse, Wevertown, N. Y. — GUNS a FoR SALE OR EXCHANGE—Guns and _ Sporting Goods. Lowest possible prices, new and second- Circular Free. State your wants. F. D. Sawyer, Gray, Maine. hand. MISCELLANEOUS FoR SALE—Beautiful Pea Shells, Curios, etc. List Free. GeEorRGE Titts, Albion, N. Y. | BiG MAIL FREE—Send your address to C. F. Clarke, Agent, Dept. 3, Le Roy, N. Y., with 15 cents and your name and address will be sent to Publishers, Manu- facturers and Supply Houses all over the United States. You will receive lots of Papers, Magazines, Lettersy Samples, etc., Free. I will also give you, FREE, a year’s subscription to “The Columbian,” a large 16-page, 64-) column, illustrated family story-paper. Order Early. WILL EITHER, OR BOTH, of the two gentlemen! who made arrangements with W. F. Euster, of Moscow, Idaho, last fall to hunt, communicate with! Cuas. H. SLoane, 4061 Aspen St., Philadelphia, Pa.? : CALENDARS of Four Different Photos of Alaska Indian Totems—grotesque carvings; also rare Photos of) Indian Villages, Totems, etc. Sample Calendar or two um} mounted Photos, 25c. H. B. Herrick, 226 Dexter Avenue, Seattle, Wash. F aanee 906 Catalogue. Forty varieties land and water: owl. SE A. HuMMEL, Box 68, Freeport, Ill. XCHANGE Browning Automatic for Disc Phonograph} and Records. Must be extra large machine and horn. Address FRANK ERXLEBEN, Leavenworth, Wash. — — L, OVELY COTTAGE in Adirondacks for sale, cheap. Rare bargain. Hunting, fishing, scenery, location, all fine. Dr. MoreHousE, Wevertown, < Meee nr £ 4 °T I ON.’ S Ceo Ror. Fo § HOR SKINS FoR SALE—Entire Bighorn Sheep Skin for mounting; male, 35. Entire Canada Lynx, $10. One pair live Snowy Owls, He Curis. P. Force, Carman, Manitoba, Canada. TANNING RECIPE P ACTICAL TANNING. I have the best recipe in existence for doing a first-class job on any hide, and it gives a kid-glove finish. Complete instructions and recipe, $3.00. Dixon, Taxidermist, Unionville, Ont., Canada. EDWIN SQUAB WE WERE THE PIONEERS IN SQUABS. Our Hom- | ers are straight bred and unexcelled for size. We have supplied equipment for many of the finest estates in America. Our plant is the largest and best OO in the world. During the past year we sold more Homers than all other pigeon breeders uid and importers in America combined. There is : a reason for this; look around before buying. We publish a full line of printed matter, covering every ‘detail of this rich industry. Send for our Free Book, “How to Make Money with Squabs.” Visitors welcome at our plant and Boston office. Address, | eras MH cgay] Pevwcours Rock “Stuan co, U4 SEBCIALS SIXTY DAY OFFER; _ just to introduce our Selected Imported Belgian i\Homers, we will give FREE a complete outfit for breed- ing squabs. Send 4 cents in stamps for our special offer circular which tells you all. There are no better Homers in America than our birds, and our prices are lower than any other firm. Remember, we are the larg- 2st importers in America. We also have all kinds of Pheasants, Swan, Peacocks, Wild and Fancy Waterfowls, \Turkeys, White Guineas, Poultry, Collie Dogs, Fancy Pigeons and Imported Angora Cats. Write for what you want. Care Cop Squas, PouLttry AND GAME Farm, Box G, Wellfleet, Mass. RUBBER STAMPS AND STENCILS D° YCU USE RUBBER STAMPS? We make the | best rubber stamps and stencils in New York. Pro- ‘tectograph, the best safety check protector made. Rubber \Type Alphabets, 5A fonts, $1.10 postpaid. Send postal ‘for circular. AsramM Aarons, 16% University Place, N. Y. GUIDES IG GAME. MWUHunting on the Head Waters of the Stickine River. I am better prepared than ever to ifurnish outfits, pack horses and guides for the season 1905. Moose, caribou, Stone’s sheep, goat, black, brown and grizzly bear are all killed within one hundred miles of Telegraph Creek. Season opens September ist. References: Andrew J. Stone, J. R. Bradley, T. T. Reese. J. Franx CatipreatH, Telegraph Creek, B. C. Via Wrangle, Alaska. COINS $4 paid for 1804 dimes; $15 paid for 1858 dollars; for hundreds of other dates; keep all 1879 and send to cents at once PAID FOR RARE 18 QUARTERS; $5.75 1853 O big prices paid money coined before for a set of two coin and stamp value books, It may mean a fortune to you. Address C. F. Crarke, Agent, Le Koy, N. ¥., Dept. 3. BUFFALO HORNS UFFALO THORNS, matched pairs, polished and mount- ed; also make into showy hall racks; flint-lock pistols; Indian relics, ancient and modern; Navajo blankets; elk tusks; old brass, pewter and crockery. 1 lustrated lists, 2 cents. N. Carrer, Elkhorn, Wis. REAL ESTATE Mr. Frank Chick, of Madrid, Maine, writes: “T have a lot of 105 acres, practically controlling the hunting on two townships, letter E and No. 6. I enclose map of Oxford county, showing loca- tion. It is the Northwest corner lot of the East half of No. 6. Letter E is owned by the Inter- national Paper Co.; No. 6, East half, by the Ber- ia MilicmCo. West halte byw Ss oe state, This lot was not for sale when the balance of these towns were sold, and its location makes it one of the most desirable hunting locations in Maine. Good log camp, two rooms, six double bunks, and log hovel for horse. Will sell for $800, or rent, $50 for the season. Branch of Sandy River runs through this lot. Brook trout plenty. Has been closed for five years. Open this sea- son. Another branch within three-quarters of a mile. Good partridge shooting. Several old or- chards near, easy to reach with wagon. Nearest inhabitant two miles. The country between this lot and the Great Lake and Byron is the best breeding ground for deer I know of, and is not hunted, as we get all the deer wanted near home. When the International Paper Co. begin to cut Letter E, the timber on this lot will be worth more than I ask for it now. I bought this lot for the hunting, but have another nearer home that is satisfactory, and so would like to sell or rent this. PHOTOGRAPHY € When HUNTING or FISHING you don’t want to make a pack-horse of yourself by carrying a heavy plate or film camera. Take the celebrated Vest-Pocket WATCH GAMERA and be happy. No larger than an Ingersoll Watch and yet a perfect instrument. Takes 25 pictures at one loading, each one the size of a postage stamp. Uses Eastman Films. So easy a child can handle it. Pictures can be enlarged to any size. The price of the camera is $2.50; Film spools, 25 exposures, 20c. each; View Finder, 50c. The Outfit as mentioned will be sent, postpaid, to any part of the $3 20 U.S. or Canada on receipt of a D.C. DRURY COMPANY Dept. B, 436 Manhattan Avenue, New York When corresponding with advertisers please mention “ Recreation” Around Our Camp Fire I leave this rule for others when I’m dead, Be always sure you're right—then go ahead. Not the Quarry, but the Chase The true spirit of modern sport is, to our mind, embodied in the foregoing. In past ages, when man was a hunter, liv- ing by the products of the chase, this view of the subject would not be likely to strike him. When a fellow is short of a dinner the quarry is a highly important portion of the landscape, but few of us, excepting in ex- tremely, remote places, now hunt to allay the pangs of hunger. We have at our command the preserved pork that comes from Chicago or elsewhere, the delicious beans that we owe to the labors of the husband- man, and the tea which has come to us from the land of Washee Washee. Hence, we are not usu- ally dependent upon the result of our shots. or CASESin Ol OLE.) aummery We hunt and fish that we may have an excuse for exercising in the open Ake? soho jeehhobbavers (coyblie muscles and our eyesight in Dame Nia tayers school; and we would fain match our cunning against that of the wild things of the woods and waters. Out of the Groove It is absolutely necessary, if a man would lead a sane, healthy existence, to get out of the groove occasionally—the oftener the bet- ter. “The daily round and common task” are, no doubt, excellent things in their way, but too much of a good thing is apt to be- come monotonous, and also unhealthy. It is as a break in the sequence of daily events that the modern man finds his benefit in sport. Too much sport is, perhaps, worse than too little. He who lives for shooting or fishing alone is throwing away his ex- istence; voluntarily relinquishing the advan- tages that have come to him as:the Son of the Ages. A happy medium is the thing to strive for. Some work, done faithfully, hon- and forever. RECREATION’S PLATFORM An uncompromising fight for the protection, preservation and propagation of all game; placing a sane limit on the bag that can be taken in a day or season; the prevention of the shipment or transportation of game, except in limited quantities, and then only when accompanied by the party who killed it, the prohi- bition of the sale of game. These are Recreation’s’’ slogans now —DAVID CROCKETT. estly and to the best of our ability; a little play with rod or rifle in hand; a communion with Nature wherein our soul may become somewhat attuned to the rhythm and mel- ody of her voice, and we may rest assured that we are getting about all there is to ex- istence. The Metric System Why is it that the Anglo-Saxon race—in many things the most practical in the world — persists in ignoring the metric system? All the great nations of the world, with the exception of the United States) Wand’ (thers Bigtssia Empire, have adopted this common-sense sys- tena Surely, muibe cannot: be very long before we fall into line, and get rid of the absurdly clumsy and antiquated system in use at present. To us it should be con- siderably easier to make the change than to our cousins across the Atlan- tic. The decimal system is in use in our coinage, while they are _ handi- capped by farthings, pence, shillings, pounds. The every-day terms of the Metric System are as follows: Metric Table Meaning of Prefixes. Milli equals 1-1,000 or 0.001. Centi equals 1-100 or 0.o!. Deci equals 1-10 or O.I. Deka equals Io. Hecto equals; 100. Kilo equals 1,000. Myria equals 10,000. Measures of Distance. 10 millimetres equal 1 centimetre. : 100 centimetres equal 1 metre (39.37 inches). 1,000 metres equal 1 kilometre (54 of mile). Measures of Area. 100 square metres equal 1 are. 1oo ares equal 1 hectare (2.47 acres). 100 hectares equal 1 square kilometre. Measures of Capacity, 1 cubic decimetre or 1,000 cubic centimetres equal 1 litre (1.0567 quarts). 1 litre is a little more than a quart for practical purposes. 1 hectolitre equals 100 litres or small barrel. Weights. I gram is the weight of a cubic centimei:e of water Or 15.432 grains. 1,000 milligrams equal one gram. 1,000 grams equal 1 kilogram (2.2046 or 2 1-5 pounds). 1,000 pounds). To riflemen this system would seem of par- ticular value, as the calibres of rifles may be stated much more neatly in millimetres than in decimals of an inch. A millimetre is .03937 of an inch, and continental manufacturers designate the bore of the weapon they man- ufacture in millimetres. For instance, the .236 Navy is equal to six millimetres. The .250 Mannlicher is 6% millimetres. The .285 Mauser is 7 millimetres. The 815 Mann- licher is 8 millimetres. : The .354 Mannlicher is 9 millimetres. : Powder weights are usually given in grams and decimals of a gram. Gitte gram is equal. to 15.432 grains. The me- tre is 3.37 inches longer than the yard, and the kilogram is equal to 21-5 pounds. One thousand kilos are almost equal to the long ton, being the equivalent of 2204.6 pounds. Sportsmen are usually progressive, as is proved by the avidity with which they seize upon new in- ventions in weapons and charges, so that we may well take the lead in freeing the country from the trammels of a system of weights and measures that has become obsolete. kilograms equal 1 metric ton (2,204.6 Our Photographic Contest Many of our readers have been competi- tors in our photographic contest, and they will be disappointed in not finding the awards in the February issue, seeing that our last competition closed at midnight on December 31, 1905. A short explanation will, however, we trust satisfy them that it is through no fault of ours. Anticipating trouble in getting RECREATION printed—a trouble which happily, in our case, did not materialize—the February issue was put to press in the middle of the month of December. Only the present and a few of the advertising pages were left open. In the month of March we shall publish the list of awards, THE MYSTIC FIRE. Frank Ford a Close Buyer Owing to the fact that most RecreATION readers are far from Broadway, Frank Ford has been asked to act as buyer for them when they need anything that can be obtained better and cheaper in New York City than elsewhere. He has consented to assume this new responsibility, and will therefore be pre- pared to buy anything from a steam shovel to a packet of needles, provided money is sent with the order. His charge will he 5 per cent. As most things are fully 25 per cent. cheaper in New York than in the West, this will mean an important saving to many of our friends. All letters from subscribers taking advan- tage of this offer should be docketed in the left-hand upper corner “Purchasing Depart- ment,” to insure prompt attention. You should follow one of two courses in order to obtain the best results from Frank Ford’s services. If you have quite made up your mind what you want, in- struct him to buy such and such an article, giv- ing full details and mak- ing it clear that you wish no variation from these directions» elie von. the other hand, you simply ——— ) want a certain article, AC =~ {he i but are not quite sure as == NN to just what it should be like, direct him *to use his judgment, giving as full a description as you can of your choice and make it clear that, as you are putting yourself in his hands, you are per- fectly willing to abide by his action in the matter. Another Half-Dollar, Please On the first advertising page of this issue _ (the one following the front cover) will be found a statement with regard to the price of ReEcrEATION. Heretofore this magazine has been sold at a lower price than any of its competitors, although during the past year it has cost much more to produce. The recent troubles in the printing trade have resulted in a large increase of cost to ali who use types, ink and paper. Consequently it would no longer be wise, from a business point of view to sell RecrEATION for ten cents a copy, as it would mean a heavy loss on each num- ber placed in the hands of its readers,—a loss that could be made up with difficulty out of the advertising. You know what RecrEATION has become, and you can readily appreciate that it will continue to improve in the future. --—-—— rank Ford’s Page You must not look forward to a very long communication from me this month. It has been ordained that the only thing that can go on working night and day without a holiday is a mortgage, so I am taking a week or two off in the South. I shall probably combine business with pleasure. Before leaving, how- ever, I have laid out a nice little collection of offerings that it will pay you to look over somewhat carefully. An unusual number of “Wants” are inserted this month, and if you can supply some of them don’t lose any time in writing, lest the other fellow get ahead of you. Above all things, if you have a dog that is no earthly good don’t send him on trial, unless you are anxious to pay return express charges. ; Mr. W. T. Mulford has a setter, 214 years old, that*=he says knows all there is worth knowing about quail, woodcock and grouse. The color is black and white. The price is $25, which hardly pays for the dog biscuit he (the dog) has eaten. Mr. W. A. Pike lives in sunny California. He went there a good many years ago from Dakota, or some of our other northern winter resorts, and has acquired a consider- able amount of real estate. He offers lots 25 feet by 125 feet for sale at Pacific Beach, for $500 each. N. B—Purchasers will get their due proportion of one of the finest climates in the world thrown im without extra charge. Mr. H. A. Preston, one of our Canadian subscribers, will sell a large case of mounted game birds that he values at $500, for $300. Or he will exchange for a 3-karat perfect diamond. Mr. Van William offers to sell 140 acres in Ulster county, New York, for $1,800. He states it is eight miles from a city, 3% miles from a State road, and that the land has a fine growth of young white pine. The Rev. 1. A. Clagett desires a Luger Automatic Pistol. What offers? Mr. John H. Bartholf, who is an enthusi- astic pool player, desires a pool table with corner pieces in good condition. ‘The cush- ions must be lively. Dr. Jas. E. Magee has a fine lot of setter puppies for sale. They are by Sir Jim Jef- ferson—Miss Roumaine. Prices run from $15 to $50. Colt is a name to conjure by. Colt led the way and the law followed all through the West. This reminds me that Mr. Norman M. Betts has a 16 shot, 44 Colt rifle, in good sec- ond-hand condition, that he will sell for $7. Mr. Percy F. Browne is the owner of a W.&C. Scott Hammer Gun of good quality, 12 gauge, Damascus barrels, well engraved, pistol grip, that he will sell for $40. If you have a Newfoundland pup, six or eight months old, you may possibly sell him to) Mir kieae Dressem Are you looking for a good gun? If so, here it is, No, 3 L.°@) Smith) @lanmmerless: barrels 30 in. of four blade Damascus; stock, 14x2 5-8; weight, 7 lbs. 6 oz.; targets, right barrel, 200 pellets, left barrel, 250 pellets in 30 in. circle at 40 yards. Three drs. smoke- less powder and 1% ozs. No. 7 shot. Not pitted or rusted. List price, $100. Cash price, $50. Please don’t ask for any more details about this gun. Just send your check along. First come, first served. Mention Mr. Botz. Mr. Covenhaven, an Iowa taxidermist, Oi fers a case of mounted birds containing mallard, woodduck, green and blue wing teal, baldpate, pintail, quail, jack snipe and ruffed grouse. Will exchange for a good revolver, Luger pistol, or will sell for $18 cash. A Layman Pneumatic Sporting Boat that cost $52 may be had for $15. Mr. Thomas says that this is just the thing for going to some remote lake or river, where an or- dinary boat could not be taken excepting at vast expense. Vol. XXIV Number 2 RECREATION A Monthly Devoted to Everything the Name Implies Dan Beard, Editor ONE DOLLAR A YEAR TEN CENTS CONTENTS FOR FEBRUARY, 1906 Cover Design . Field Sports meee Army Illustrated Photographing Prairie Dogs Illustrated From the Delaware to Alaska . Illustrated The Expert Trap Shot . Illustrated In the Lardeau 3 : Illustrated Down the Saskatchewan . : Illustrated The Visitor . é ; j Verses An Idyl of the Tireless Bike . ; : iriby. j s : : : In the Valley of the Puerco. : : Illustrated Hiking over the Mountains : ; ; Illustrated My New Brunswick Moose : A Illustrated The Ruffed Grouse and Its Ways . Illustrated The Mystery of the Blue Goose The Joys of Camp Life . : : ; A Pipe Dream ‘ y : ; Verses Dan Beard and the Boys «+. ‘ ; Stal Guns and Ammunition 5 ; , i ait The Hunting Dog ; ; . ; Ae OE Roy Martell Mason Robert N. Reeves 99 Charles Turpin 106 Waverley Keeling 108 C Ralph Trimble 117 R. J. Warren 118 F. F. Wood 120 Stacey E. Baker 126 Dr. C. E. Cummings 127 W. H. Martyn 131 D. W. Johnson 137 James E. Severe 142 E. R. Ballou 149 . L. B. Cooper 155 Dan Beard 161 B. W. Keene 166 Myrtle Conger 170 Photography ‘ : ; : 4 east The Game Laws ; : ; t ae yin (oY! The Referendum : 5 i : : 186 The contents of this magazine are copyrighted and must not be reprinted without permission. WM. E. ANNIS, Publisher, 23 West Twenty-fourth Street, New York Copyrighted, 1905, by Wm. E, Annis Entered at the New York Post-office as Second Class Matter Mrs. M. C. Griffin offers 136 acres of good land, bordering one of the cleanest, prettiest lakes in Burnett county, Wis., for $1,500. The lake is full of Oswego bass, running up to 7 lbs., and there is good trout fishing all around. As a shooting centre for deer and ducks this property would be hard to beat. A St. Bernard puppy, whose parents were good-sized dogs, would be considered a fair exchange against three five dollar bills by Mir 2G She Diver Riflemen living on the Pacific Coast should read the following: Mr. R. F. Billings will sell a Stevens- Pope rifle, double set trigger, paim rest, wind gauge sights and fancy stock, one hundred .32-40 shells, bullet mould, tools, lubricating pump, in fact, everything complete. The rifle will shoot ten shots in a 1¥4 in. circle at 200 yards. It cost Mr. Bill- ings $125. He will accept $75, although the weapon is in perfect condition. For sale, one 3A Kodak, automatic shutter, developing machine and whole outfit in per- fect order. $30 cash will be accepted. Men- tion J. P. Allen. That $300 10-bore Duck Gun by W. & C. Scott, has not been sold yet. Mr. W. W. Hart will take $100 cash or a small launch in exchange. Mr. C. F. Meyers writes to me and says: “T should like very much to procure for my collection an old-style, long barrel, flint lock, Kentucky squirrel rifle.’ If you have any- thing of this sort for sale let me hear about it. A Trout Hatchery has always seemed to me a most seductive proposition. All you have to do is to encourage a few, well-dis- posed trout to lay a good ‘supply of” eggs, and place them in running water for a certain time, when they become little fish, and you sell them to some person in dire need cf them and place the amount to your credit at the bank. This is the way it looks to an out- sider. If you wish to begin life afresh and go into this lucrative profession it will pay you to correspond with me about a hatchery that I have for sale in the state of Michigan. It is capable of taking care of 1,000,000 eggs. » There is a good dwelling and about 300,000 brook trout six inches, and 200,000 rainbow trout. It has been intimated to me that $7,500 cash will be considered. I should like to go into details with you. Mention Mr. L. Rosenbaum. Now that the shooting season is over, Mr. A. F. Crawford will sell a Winchester Brush Gun and a .38-.55 Take Down Pistol grip Marlin. The gun lists at $27 and he will take $16. Rifle listed at $36 and he will ac- cept $22. This looks like an investment that would yield compound interest next fall. A Dollar Saved is Two Dollars Earned Frank Ford can Save you Money if you will Permit Him to do your Buying in New York City Prices of most things are very much lower in New York than in the South and West. Express rates are reasonable all over the United States and Canada, so there is no reason why you should not buy many things in New York that you are now paying exorbitant prices for elsewhere. All you have to do is to send in your check with your order, and give as full a description as you can of the article you need. You run absolutely no risk, as Frank Ford has members on his staff who are quite capable of buying any article to the best advantage. He will secure for you the lowest possible cash price, merely adding his commission of five per cent. for looking after your interests. You, of course, will have to pay express or freight. Wen writing, mark the upper left-hand corner of your envelope “PuURCHAS- ING DEPARTMENT,” FRANK FORD, Information Dept., Recreation, 23 West 24th Street, Ney Leave Winter Behind You Take a Trip to the Tropics On one of the perfectly equipped “Ad- mirals,” the Twin Screw U. S. Mail Steamships of the United Fruit Company They afford the most delightful salt water trip of the winter months. Within | 24 hours after leaving, you are in the warm airs of the Gulf Stream. Hotel accommodations in Jamaica satisfy every desire. Weekly Sailings from Boston and Philadelphia. Steamships “ Brook- line” and “Barnstable” weekly from Baltimore. ROUND TRIP, $75.00 ONE WAY, $40.00 according to location, Rates include Meals and Stateroom Berth “A Happy Month in Jamaica’ is a fascinating booklet we send on re- quest. For this and complete informa- tion, write to one of these addresses. DIVISION PASSENGER AGENT UNITED FRUIT CO. Long Wharf, Boston 5 N. Wharves, Philadelphia 104 E. Pratt St., Baltimore 321 St. Charles St., New Orleans, or Raymond & Whitcomb Co, Thos. Cook & Sons Tourist Agents STEVENS. RESULTS that count always follow if you shoot the Ask your dealer and insist on the STEVENS. If you cannot obtain, we ship direct, express prepaid, upon receipt of cata- log price. Hold the weapon right —a STEVENS Rifle, Shotgun or Pistol will hit the mark—invariably. Send 4c in stamps for 140- page catalog describing the entire STEVENS line. Pro- fusely illustrated—an invalu- able Reference Book. Beautiful three-color Aluminum Hanger will be forwarded for 10 cents in stamps. J. STEVENS ARMS AND ‘TOOL CO. P. O. Box 444 Chicopee Falls, Mass., Ue. Se Ae When corresponding with advertisers please mention “ Recreation” Ro BE ORV EA A eo ON aes Ai Dig GV oF RR AD RS a emai ene BUIL There is no reason why you cannot own as good a boat as the best boat factories can produce if you will use your leisure time to advantage and build it yourself, The fact that anyone using the Brooks System, no mat- ra ter how inexperienced he is in the use of tools, can ine | build his own boat at the cost ofa little lumber and a sit few nails, has brought boats within the reach of all. N f All the boats built last year, by all the boat factories in the United States, combined in one fleet, would not equal the number of boats built during the same time by novices using the Brooks System. Our catalogue gives pages of testimonials with photographs of the boats built by amateurs using the Brooks System. The Brooks System consists of exact size printed paper patterns of every piece that goes into the boat, a complete set of half-tone illustrations showing an actual picture of each step of the work properly done, detailed instructions to build, covering the entire con- struction of the boat, and an itemized bill of all ma- terial required and how to secure it. | We tell you how to lay the pattern of each particular part on the proper piece of material and exactly how to cut—you cut. We then tell you how to fasten each part in its right place—what kind of a nail to use— how to drive it—you drive it. You need no mechanical ability, the Brooks System supplies this—how is shown in the catalogue. - Many professional men are taking up the Brooks System for mental relaxation—for the pleasure of work- ing with their hands and for exercise. BROOKS BOAT MFG. CO., 502 Ship St., Bay City, Mich., U.S.A McFADDEN & SON Taxidermists and Furriers une y eet FUR AND CURIO DEALERS up in tl night “A” 1632-34 Champa St., Denver, Colo. to eat f Mackintosh’s <= : : LT Toffee MACKINTOSH’S TOFFEE Is AS SAFE TO EAT AS BREAD AND BUTTER yet is as ‘‘more-ish’’ as jam-tarts. THIS OLD ENCLISH CANDY originated in Yorkshire, England, where its immense fac- tories supply the world, is without doubt the purest and best candy made. Whatever you are, whether tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, rich man or poor man, eat MACKINTOSH’S TOFFEE; it will make you feel happy and do you good. Sold everywhere candy is sold, or you can send Ten Cents for the regular ten-cent package. JOHN MACKINTOSH, Dept. 15, 78 Hudson St., New York & VSREAMESE ORT Wu ea Se Pe EN eA eM Artistic Taxidermy our Specialty ATISFACTION guaranteed. All work moth proof. Our Winner Sleeping Bag, the best for all conditions of climate and weather, light, warm, durable and waterproof. Our new and artistic method of mounting fish can’t be beat. We furnish Elk Lodges with whole mounted Elk or Heads or Horns, also Eagles mounted in any stvle for Eagle Lodges. Rattle snake skin belts, hat bands and neckties, the latest novelties made to order. We carry a full line of Ladies’ Furs, also make them up to order. We have our own tannery. Tanning done tocrder. Highest prices paid for raw furs. We also buy the natural skulls. Taxidermist supplies, felt linings, artificial eves, skulls, etc When corresponding with advertisers please mention “Recreation” eee fe AT rT ON’? S AD VY ER T IS ER OWN BO We have started hundreds in the boatbuilding business. One man built sixteen boats from one set of patterns last season; another built ten; the materials cost very little; we furnish the design; they did the work and sold the boats at a big profit. You need buy nothing from us but the patterns. We g Sg fi Baye them es all kinds ae siete aah small Ee Mpeete oH ‘EEL ASD. | PN and canoes to sea-going yachts. We have over 50 styles wee ZZ and sizes of boats and boat patterns, each one Deercet in design for its purpose. Our catalogue illustrates the prod- uct of the best staff of designers in the world. Over ten thousand amateurs throughout the world Successfully built boats by the Brooks System in 1905. When so ordered, patterns are expréssed, charges pre- paid, C. O. D., allowing examination. KNOCK DOWN BOATS complete from keel to cushions and fittings. We send you a complete Knock Down Boat, even to the paint, at a cost of very little more than the cost of the raw material. Catalogue with full particulars free. For 25c. 100- page catalogue, showing several working illustrations taken from the instructions of each boat and a full set for one boat; also valuable information for the amateur yachtsman, rules for sailing, steering, passing, fog and \ , a> : engine signals, etc. EAS BROOKS BOAT MANUFACTURING CO. Originators of the Pattern System of Boat Building 502 Ship Sireet Bay City, Mich., U. S.Ae Zz EXTENDEDAW UMN) FOLDED zm Highest Award at St. Louis World’s Fair. Adopted by governments of United States, Canada and England. We supplied every U. S. Alaskan boundary survey in last Io years. Hundreds of testimonials from government officials, navy commanders, army officers, prospec- tors, explorers and others; the best ever published. 15 models to select from. Catalog free. Write to-day. ACME FOLDING BOAT CO., MIAMISBURG, O. BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS FREE! De to pay the cost of packing and postage. You will receive § this Grand Collection of Beautiful Flowers, and our New Seed List, the only liberal offer ever made, and a Coupon Check that will give you one of the finest Farm Papers published, | by sending for this grand offer: The Mascot Call A 5 Packages Seed 1 pkt. Morning Glory. i 1 pkt. Snowball Aster. 1pkt. Mixed Calliopsis. | i Peet pee : BEL. Ae aeons 1 pkt. Mixed Portulaca. pkt. Mixed Nigella, a6 ° e 9D 1 pkt. Mixed Sweet Pea. 1 pkt. Mixed Phlox. Bri ngs in the Ducks 1 pkt. Sweet Mignonette 1 pkt. Sunflower. 1 pkt. Sweet Alyssum. 1 pkt. Sweet Rocket, Has that rattling, raspy, natural duck sound that “Brings ’Em In.”’ i 1 pkt. Sweet William. 1 pkt. Carnation Pink. Hard rubber throughout, won’t check, crack or corrode.—We guar- 1 pkt. Mixed Poppy. 1 pkt. Mixed Four o’Clk. antee the MASCOT DUCK CALL to be the only one made that Water 1 pkt. Mixed Candytutt. 1 pkt. Mixed Marigold. and climate positively does not affect or money refunded. Easily 1 pkt. Mixed Larkspur. 1pkt. Mixed Petunia. tuned by any amateur and after a few trials you can imitate instantly 1 pkt. Mixed Pansy. 1 pkt. Mixed Zinnia. the cry of any duck. The MASCOT CALL is so natural ducks are 1pkt. Mixed Nasturtium 1 pkt. Mixed Verbenia, easily decoyed—that means a good day’s shoot and a good bag. The Mascot is simply perfection. If your dealer or wholesaler cannot Supply you, write us. Price, only $1 prepaid. Manufactured by the Multi-Novelty Company, 16 California Terrace, Chicago ] 25 Bulbs, a Beautiful Collection, sent with this order, in- eluding Hyacinths, Vulips, Crocus, Tuberoses, Gladiolus, Cala- diuin, Oxalis, if you will send at once 25 cents in silver or stamps. E. C. HOLMES, SOMERVILLE, MASS. | Mullins Steel Boats naar rine be || built of steel with air chambers in each end likea life boat. Faster, more buoyant, practically indestructible, don’tleak, dry out and are absolutely safe. They can’t sink. No calking, no bailing, no trouble, Fivery boat is eel dae oe lela Gi dorsed by sportsmen. 1¢ ideal boat for . piers; suniniey resorts, parks, etc. Write for . Gatalogue. The W.H. Mullins Co alem, Ohio y Pei BY Os ie WD Ne ares Salil OY aN aa) A iD V °8 Ry om: Sea) a WHAT ORANGE I REALLY IS Nux Vomica Acetant id, Bicarbonate of Soda, Podophyllin (Mandrake), Iris Versicolor (Blue Flag), and Catfetne, perfectly Balanced in a 5-gratn powder, to secure “PURE REMEDY” Orangeine was successfully thought out fourteen years ago by Dr. P. A. Aikman, Medical Director Monroe Sanitarium, Windsor, Ontario, to avoid the evils of narcotics, pain allayers, sedatives, and uns balanced coal tar products, so commonly used and prescribed by physicians. Fourteen years test, Millions of powders prove the prompt, always beneficial, restorative power of ORANGEINE for COLDS, GRIP, HEADACHE, NEURALGIA, NERVOUSNESS, INDIGESTION, DYSPEPSIA, BRAIN FAG, and a host of Common Ills, with Normally Stimulative Effect. Every physi- cian, layman and druggist who thoroughly knows Orangeine attests these facts for e ‘‘ The Most Humanly Useful of 4 All Prescriptions.’’ NE REALLY DOES Normally stimulates Heart Action, Pertecitly regulates Nerves, Stomach, Liver, Accurately Adjusts the Nervous System. Prevents Sickness! Secures Good Health! The action of Orangeine, on Chronic Condi- tions is gradual but zhorough. By Better Assimilation of Nourishment —thus Better Blood. Perfect Regulation—thus thorough Elimina- tion of Waste Matter. Orangeine acts quickly, evenly, normally on Colds Indigestion *“*Grip’’ Dyspepsia Headache Nervousness Neuralgia Brain Fag Offsets Chill, Exposure, Overwork & Orangeine is sold by all progressive druggists, in 10c pkg. (2 powders), 25c pkg. (6 powders), 50c pkg. (15 powders)’ $1.00 pkg. (35 powders), or mailed on receipt of price. information and illustrative experience, on receipt of request. = Orangeine Che ical Company, 15 Michigan Ave., Chicago | We are glad to send 25c pkg. free, with full Write us today. ‘ A GAME GETTER fidoesn’t allow rust on his gun—f fe neither does ‘‘3-in-one.”’ Heavy} boils and greases cannot prevent} ¥eerust because they simply coat athe surface and dry out. > 5 om ate, imperceptiblef rcoat that pre-& Pdelic mtriggers, etc. m—a sample proves—both free.§ h G.W.COLE CO. § a 122 Washington Life Bldg., New York Hie rea He So MILLION | PACKACES OF SEEDS| Martha Washington Collection § A4O KINDS | oO ONLY Cc. of Aster, Balsam, Pansy, Sweet Pea, Salvia, Verbena, Petunia, Pink, Phlox Myosotis, Cosmos, Nasturtium, Heliothrope, Mig- nonette, Cypress Vine, with the following Bulbs FREE: 1 Dewey Lily (as above), 1 Begonia, 1 _Freesias, 1 Tuberose, 1 Gladiolus. All of the above sent, post- paid, for 2@ cents in coin orf stamps. Order early. Avoid the rush. Co., MEDFORD, MAss.| Leggins (pair) Army Uniforms, consi For 50 Cis.| 1large package Squash Ls: Ob Onion Tee Cabbage Th OO Pumpkin 1 1 What You Get 1large package Beet Th ce Carro Cucumber Lettuce Parsnip Melon Turnip “ Pepper ee Tomato < 1 pint King’s Wonder Early Pcas jf - Parsley 1 ‘ American Wax Beans af Radish 1 ‘** Holmes’ Early Sweet Corn b What you need for your table all summer. Get your vegetables |f fresh Ont of the garden every day, and know what you are eat- |i ing. This entire collection of seeds, best In the world, only 50c. |} - Send your orders early and get your seeds on time to plant. GLENDALE NURSERY, EVERETT, MASS. Pe ee onc Army Auction .‘Bargains Revolvers $ .50 up Officer’s Sword (new) $1.50 Revolver Holsters 5) Siw) Side-arm Swords . . 20, Haversacks O70) So SB hy One tsiena eile wieent 108 ADEACKS oe ee mb ra Carbine BOO tease 75 Races oe SS) tte CLOSS Mies (dozen) ‘ 1.00 MuGRaR) 5 84 Se Sed, <) ‘Sabensiing . 1.008 Saddles soe 290) set SCE web livelSiis : 1 Saddle Bags (pair). .75 “* Linen Collars Ss 4 a Bridles . OV 7865) 22 Brass ettersiiiss “ oe H Navy Hats... - «10 *¢ Blue Flannel Shirts . 1.50 Army Campaign Hats . .. - -35 ** Gunners’ Hammers . 10 y i 15 ‘‘ Army Spades .. .- 65 sting of New Helmet, Coat, Trousers, all for $y 176-page Large Illustrated Catalog mailed (stamps) 12c FRANCIS BANNERMAN, 501 Broadway, New York | Largest Stock in the world Government Auction Goods. 15 acres a —2%4 acres Broadway salesroom. IWhen corresponding with advertisers please mention “ Recreation” ete oa or Tt OO ON ? S$ ‘d'’D V ER R SMITH @ WESSON REVOLVERS The Man with a Wheel=Lock never knew whether it would fire, or simply flash in the pan. It was quicker than the Matchlock, but not so dependable, ' The Man with a SMITH & WESSON knows he can depend on it. He knows it will shoot in- stantly, unerringly, and be effective at a greater distance than the ordinary weapon will carry. This immense advan- tage is sold to you with every SMITH & WESSON revolver. ME cape The Development of the SMITH & WESSON Revolver. Watch for next month’s Picture “‘ The Man With a Flint Lock.’’ The .32 and .38 5shot—.44 6 shots—double action SMITH & WESSON revolvers—combine every quality of per- fection—and are known, used and depended upon the world over.. They give high penetration and because of their mechanical excellence—and the perfect alignment of cylinder and barrel-—are unusually accurate. These models are made with automatic shell extractors. ALL SMITH & Ournewbooklet ‘The Revolver’ WESSON revolvers illustrates and describes each have this Monogram model in detail and gives instruc- trade-mark stamped tions for Target Shooting by an on the frame. None expert. The most interesting re- others are’'genuine. volver catalog published. Free on request. SMITH & WESSON 15 Stockbridge Street Springfield, Mass. Pacific Coast Branch—114 Second St., San Francisco ARE YOU A SPORTSMAN ENGINEER PROSPECTOR RANCHMAN if so our line of waterproof Boots and Shoes will in- terest you. Made of Moose Calf, to measure. Guaranteed five satisfaction. Our noiseless hunting boot beats anything made. Our Orthopedic Cush- ion sole is comfort to tender feet. Send for Catalog. to Agents wanted in every town. THE SPORTSMAN’S BOOT WM. N. GOKEY SHOE CoO. No. 1 West 3rd St., Jamestown, N. Y., U.S. A. The posted man never takes the just as good Button. ie He insists on the GENUINE sm ONE - PIECE Krementz He knows the quality is stamped on back of button. Made in gold and rolled plate. Easy to button and unbutton. Stays buttoned. If damaged in any way, exchange it for a new one at any dealer. All jewelers 4 Booklet ‘Story of and Haberdashe1 S. Collar Button’? will post you, Shows all styles and sizes. Send for it. KREMENTZ & CO. 90 Chestnut Street NEWARK,N.J. When corresponding with advertisers please mention “ Recreation” AAD NEE ES ORC ST SS ce S yeaa’ is pep TR Dbe EES ORR SINE Ry ane - TRIGGER JER2ONE GUNS also HUN ag e = O = el =O = se) N

alll BEDLER, (gD 0 ut x a N Ls am RAPSOO = a dame Ns is to write for our De descrtbing Sauer Guns | Daly Guns and all other makes of Guns and Sporting Goods SCHOVERLING, DALY & GALES 302-304 Broadway NEW YORK CITY : When corresponding with advertisers please mention “kecreation”™ REC R BCAIT 1 \0°N 23S) VAC We ee ee The Treason of the Senate By David Graham Phillips, in the Cosmopolitan If you believe that there are many members of the United} States Senate who are unfit to represent the people, because of their affiliation with the vicious plutocratic power. of) the country, you will be intensely interested in David Graham Phillips’ tremendously vivid series of articles in the Cosmopolitan Magazine. Scourging the recreant Senators with a sharp lash op damnatory facts, Mr. Phillips will reveal a condition of affairs at which the average American will stand aghast. The terrible story of “The Treason of Cie Semaveaam bound to enchain and compel public interest to such ar extent that the demand for the Cosmopolitan will be unprecedented. It therefore behooves the reading public to order the Cosmopolitan very early this month. — The fanuary edition of over 400,000 copies was exhausted within ten days after publication and no more copies could be had. Next month the demand will be still greater. Better send a year’s subscription NOW 100 ee COSMOPOLITAN MAGAZINE 1789 BROADWAY | NEW YORK When corresponding with advertisers please mention “Recreation” eee AT | O N?.S MOM Ail lL OS OEROR CAN BE OPERATED ONLY BY THE HAND THAT HOLDS IT Kins Folding Canvas Boats Tempered light steel ribs running both longitudinally and diagonally for strength and lightness—the entire boat solid and stiff when in use, yet collapsible and portable in a minute—that, briefly, is the King, the only boat in the world that you can Fold Up Into a Package It’s a revelation in boat construction. Nothing like it ever made. Non-sinkable. Can’t tip over. Puncture-proof. Wears longer than a wooden boat. No repairs; no lé cost for storage. Always ready—you Sey can boat when and where you want to. A Carried by hand, on bicycle orina , i: buggy. 2 It was the Fourth of July, Saturday afternoon, and a clear, bright day. Our two scows had at last been loaded and, tied one behind the other, lay swinging idly in the current. One was 12 by 18; the other 12 by 36. They were built of plank, with sides three feet high and sloping prows. The smaller scow was tied securely to the rear of the larger one, practicaily making one long, large boat, in either end of which was a long, *K *K SCOWS AND heavy sweep. Over the greater part of the small boat was stretched a piece of heavy sail cloth to protect the flour, sugar, etc., with which this boat was loaded. Tied to a rope from the front scow was a small, flat-bottomed boat, built for the occasion, to use in case of accident. “Are we all ready?” said my father. “Oui,” said the Frenchman. The thick, strong tie or snub ropes were loosed and thrown in, a few vig- orous heaves, and we splashed through the water and scrambled aboard; we were off at last. The sweeps were manned at once, and we worked out near the centre of the river. In a very few minutes we came in sight of the big stone-piered bridge spanning the river from Edmonton to Strathcona, ‘There are large pointed structures of masonry just upstream from. the bridge piers proper, built to protect the latter from the ice jains in the spring. | was a lit- 121 RAFTS AT EDMONTON tle afraid we might collide with one of these, and thus wreck our boat at the start, but luckily we found the proper current and swung through all right. From the bridge, high above, a few people watched us languidly. A scow there has little novelty. A little distance below the bridge we passed the second sawmill and yard, where we saw nu- merous scows and rafts in various stages of construction. In passing the mill we took good care not to get near the pier holding the outer end of their boom in place. In a little while the mil:, bridge and other evidences of civiliza- tion passed from sight, and we seemed to be alone, flcating down a great, lone- some river. Not quite alone, though, for after a time we noticed here and there rough frame-like chutes and one or more dark holes where the soft coal in the river banks is mined and loaded. At one mine a flat scow-like coal barge was under the chute, and a small, pad- ,[22 dle-wheel steamer was waiting to push it upstream. We had little to do now except to keep the boat as straight as possible and in the best current. In fact, we were all rather tired from the hard work necessary in passing the bridge and sawmill At its best, a sweep is a heavy, unwieldly thing to use, and after swinging one an hour or so one feels no desire for patented physical culture exercises. We soon noticed that the Saskatchewan River was very crooked, winding in and out in an apparently aimless fashion. The banks for the MmOst, part are’ steep) and icin. amd) considerable portion are covered with trees and brush, spruce, willow and poplar the most numerous, with. here and there a clump of white crooked birch. Aiong; about seven inthe even- ing we passed under a ferry wire stretching from bank to bank in a long grace! ettve. ‘here was mo tery. keeper’s house in sight, but the tinkle of a cow-bell and a dog’s bark told us it was not far. Rounding a curve an hour or so later we were startled by a loud, weird call. — ‘Nihat's that? asked sharply. fox, the sound was new to me. “Only a loon, said the Prenchiman, and, sure enough, in a few minutes we passed the bird. He was close to the shore, and in the lengthening shadows we soon lost sight of him, although his mocking laugh floated down to us once more. About nine we pulled nearer shore and began looking for a harbor. One of the Frenchmen (we had three along) was in the rowboat with the tow rope coiled at his feet, and when we neared a little cove where the water was almost still he paddled rapidly ashore, snubbed to a convenient tree, and we swung gracefully around and stopped. The sweeps were swung ashore for a gangplang, and we pitched our tent on the high bank. A fire was kindled for supper and a smudge, and in due time all was silent, save the flow of the water without the tent and the hum of ambitious mosquitoes within. RECREATION We were up at four the next morn- ing, only to find the river hidden by a thick, heavy “fog. Dhe water, trom where we stood on the bank, was quite invisible. After a time, however, the sun grew stronger and the mists lifted slowly and melted away. We untied our boats and worked slowly out into the current. There were a mumber ton sharp bends to be rounded that morn- ing, and as the water swept round these places with greatly increased velocity, we had plenty of hard work to keep our boat from being flung ashore. About ten o'clock we passed the little village of Fort Saskatchewan, nestling high on the south bank of the river. As we passed we could see the roofs of the Northwest Mounted Police barracks. About an hour’s journey down river, when rounding a curve, we surprised an old Canadian goose leading her lit- tle brood of goslings up the river. As soon as she saw us she flew off across the river, squalling and squarking as noisily as possible. The little geese were swimming bravely upstream, and al- though one of the Frenchmen took the rowboat and tried to capture one they easily escaped by scattering and diving. Our dinner was prepared on the boat, a small fire being kindled in a low box filled partly with earth. The after- noon passed without special incident. Once or twice we had small rapids to descend, but the increased speed and the motion were more pleasures than otherwise. At one place we saw an old Russian woman coming down a nar- row path. As we passed her she drew up some sort of home-made fish-trap and took out a large fish. We were too far away to see what species. The scenery along the river was al- ways interesting. The banks for the most part were covered with trees or brush. Occasionally there would be stretches of grassy slopes, a little far- ther great masses of yellowish brown limestone would predominate, and again there would be long places where the clay banks were almost bare. Many of these clay banks were) literally se me THE SASKATCHEWAN EXPRESS honeycombed with the nest holes of the sand swallows, whose owners circled around the nests and over the river in countless numbers. Many places along the river banks show plainly the dif- ferent layers in their formation and would no doubt prove of interest to the | geologist. There were no coal mines to } De seen after we passed the Fort. At | several points swift flowing creeks emptied noisily into the river, and still | more numerous were the many little | streams coming from the springs. The gullies or runs through which most of | these reached the river were almost | buried in a tangle of trees and brush, _ both living and dead. | We had hoped to reach Victoria, a small Indian post or agency, that night, but were badly disappointed. Nine oclock came, ten o’clock, and no Vic- toria to be seen. About twenty miles back we had hailed an Indian on shore, who told us Victoria was ten miles. It was now growing very dusky; the long, gloomy stretches along the shores in- creased all too rapidly. In the front scow two of the Frenchmen tended the sweep, and my father and I manned the one in the rear. The third Frenchman stood in the front scow, straining his eyes in a vain endeavor to pierce the darkness ahead. There was little said, but every one hoped fervently that no rocks or sandbars were near. Hlali-past fen came and we dared travel no longer, but pulled blindly for shore and were lucky enough to strike a place where we could snub the boat. We found next morning that we were } oniy a short half-mile above Victoria. 123 It was too late and dark to pitch the tent that night, so we rolled in our blankets and slept on the boat, slept as soundly as any one can with a herd of hungry mosquitoes wanting refresh- 124 ments. Several times we were startled by the hoot of an owl in the nearby trees, occasionally we heard the mourn- ful yip-yowl of a coyote, and once away in the distance a dog barked, sounding to me strangely out of place. The next forenoon passed calmly, long stretches of comparative idleness alternating with short ones of hard work. One er two small rapids were passed in safety and we began to hope that we should see home that evening. But it was not to be. About four we reached Crooked Rapids, the only place on the river we had worried about, and passed through and on in safety. Our troubles were over now surely, so [ lay down for a little quiet sleep. The boats were going along nicely when the pilot Frenchman saw the water breaking over a boulder square in the course ahead. The utmost efforts to turn the boats were unavailing, and my sleep was broken by a tremendous crash and jar as the foremost boat struck the rock. ‘Ihe force of the water swung the boats, and the rear one missed the rock entirely, while the front one was scraped | from) /cormer to commet../ Wie water commenced to rise in the dam- aged boat, and although I manned the hand pump at once it gained rapidly in depth. We pulled nearer shore, and about two miles farther down found a place to snub. The last mile was one Ob ternibly hard worl, for the extra weight of the water made the boats ex- RECREATION ceedingly heavy to manage. One of the Frenchmen had sustained such a severe nervous shock that he had to empty nearly a whole bottle of gin to regain his composure. I might add that he had brought the liquor to frighten away any colds that might be wander- ing around loose. We unloaded all perishable goods from the broken scow and piled some on the bank and some on the smaller boat. The next morning we untied the small scow from its leader, which was now resting securely on the bottom, rigged up a small sweep in its prow, and pushed out for the last time. Gold Island was passed; another long, grav- elly island, and in a little while we rounded a big. gentle curve and saw Storm Hill looming up; home was near. A short half-hour more and we swung gradually into shore and snubbed for the last time. The French family living at the landing, including the mother, two grown-up daughters and several youngsters came hurry- ing down |to meet our “passenaens: One of the Frenchmen was a relation of theirs, the other ones—well, they were going to be soon. All came in for a goodly share of greetings, which were very realistic, and no doubt high- ly satisfactory. Then everybody clam- 7 bered up the bank, and in a few min- utes rapids, mosquitoes and other evils — were forgotten in the attractions of a well-loaded table. Photo by H. B. Herrick DEER SHOOTING IN ALASKA LAY S Raq SS S SGA \ S S AMMAN OE a ee ee ee ee THE. VISITOR By STACEY E. BAKER Sweet with the perfume of the long days dead, Old Memory knocked softly at my door, And bade me dream of times agone, once more— When Life, and Youth, the optimist, were wed, And rosy moments gauzy winged, quick sped, And golden hours yielded me their store: Old Memory, from Time’s receding shore, Came back to conjure up the joy days fled. I strolled beside the singing rill, I heard The rustle of the forest breezes, and The trilling cadence of the mocking bird; Dream-bound, I wandered o’er the meadow land With, all beyond, the yellow ripening grain, And, close beside, the cricket’s sad refrain. typ WA Pe TDYL OF THE TIRELESS BIKE By DR. C. E. CUMMINGS VER ride a motor-cycle? Tes sreat!” Many years ago when the modern ma- chine, perfect in appoint- ment and unlimited in power, was but a vision of the far future we used to get up quite early on a Sunday morninz, don a suit of worn-out apparel, grease up the chain on the old wheel, and proceed to kick ourselves over as many miles of road and pavement as our wearied ex- tremities would stand for. The coun- try lanes invited us, the balmy air filled our jaded systems, and we returned at night filled with joy in living, a desire for a hot bath, and much fatigue. And oh, the memory of those awful hills! Like a dismal blot on a perfect page, how they spoiled the beauty of the otherwise perfect ensemble! Often we realized as we felt the steady drag and pressure of the rising grade, that life would never be complete till we had secured a new means of locomotion, combining the speed of the wind, the hill-climbing ability of a cart-horse, and the ready adaptability and simplicity of the old reliable bike! And to-day, as if to satisfy that very longing, the dream has been realized, the ideal has been accomplished — the motor-cycle stands before us. Come with me this pleasant morning. We trundle the machines out of the shed, stop but for a moment to be sure that famks ate full, try the spark, feel the tires, and take a look at nuts and bolts. Everything seems right. We mount the machine, kick the compression on, fain in the lever, and we are off. The pavements skim by under the restive ema eager wheels, the city line is reached, and the broad country lies be- fore us. erly done. To describe the positive exhilaration of a well-tuned motor-cycle on a smooth road is beyond my power, therefore Vill attempt wienot ly can only ask you to imagine the glorious sensation of the road as it slips by beneath us, the rushing of the wind by our ears, and the feeling of reliability which the well-timed spark and proper mixture give us as the regular throb of the en- gine tells us that its work is being prop- The joys of the automobile are too well known to need mention here, but the automobilist knows as lit- tle of the pleasure of the two-wheeled movonras Goes the tider im a Carriage appreciate the sport of an equestrian mounted on a favorite hunter. The first idea of the beginner at the game is to open up, turn on all speed, and soon we are striving to keep in sight a flee- ing figure far ahead. But we know how it is, and with the full assurance that this mad desire for speed will soon wear itself out, we are contented to plug along at a reasonable rate with a well-defined idea that we wiil get there about as soon as our eager comrade. And soon we see him, his machine against the fence, his hands full of mis- cellaneous tools, and a mind uncertain whether to take off a tire, cuss the en- Sine, or telepltone fon a horse. We dis- mount, look the machine over, and find that the gasoline feed-cock has been jarred shut by the speed of the engine. We turn it on again, flood the carbure- tor, and in a moment are speeding along again as merrily as before. At the bottom of the hill one of the party dismounts to get a drink and we keep on, but at the top we, too, dis- IMoOlmt Mo urest 10G).a moment im the shade. We draw in big lungfuls of the bracing air, and wish we were dead— not. Presently we hear the roar of an open exhaust, and we see our thirsty ... Gasolene from the hotel keeper” friend (tubing (the Jerest) of the sail Tired? Not he! His machine has been “going faster all the way up,” he glee- fully informs us. A few miles further on we begin to feel that the inner man is being neglected, and so at the first roadhouse we stop for dinner, and, profiting by past experiences, secure enough gasoline from the hotel-keeper to fill our partly exhausted tanks. Somehow the ride home always Seems Shorter, tian the trip, outa alt seems but a few moments till the cross- roads are reached, and the old tree which marks the “half-way.” We pres- ently begin to congratulate ourselves that for once we will make a trip with- out marring incident. But not so. Sud- denly our wheel hits a stone and the jar of the impact is followed by a ter- rible crash and rumble from the engine. We shut off the power, dismount has- tily, and find that one of the links in the chain has given away. A new link is quickly inserted, and we are presently as good as ever. As we ride slowly along in the ever.- ing sunlight, we can hear far behind us 128 the muffled whirr of some big four- cylinder, which is tearing along the road at a race-horse clip. In a moment the honk-honk of the horn warns us that we must get out of the way. But shall we admit for a moment that any four-wheeled machine shall crowd us out of the road? By the shades of the full gasoline tank —a thousand times no! So we set back the spark and open the throttle ready for a spurt, and as ihe coughing monster approaches us we begin to let her out. Wertean hears the driver turn on more power, but he. must turn on a lot if he is going to pass us by. We will let him work up all the speed his big heavy-loaded machine is capable of, in reckless defiance of law or ordinance, but at a proper moment our spark goes way over, the light ma- chine fairly jumps from the ground as we leap ahead. Hitting only the high places, we cover a couple of miles, gain- ing all the time, but soon we cross the city line, where blue-coated minions of the law and a sense of consideration for the public safety combine to check us down, and we slowly roll home without SUN BD Dat OS OW cg further incident. Will we eat? Watch us! And we will find that on Monday morning our tireless steed is both ready and willing to serve us again. No mat- ter how far from our’ work our homes miayewe, we ate independent of the Street Cars, and can feel assured that we will get there on time. Not only as a means to a glorious outing, but as a steady, reliable, every-day convenience, the motor-cycle stands in its appointed place. Distance ceases to exist for us now. Without care or attention be- yond that of a bicycle, exacting only a supply of gasoline and oil, and demand- ing only a common-sense treatment as fomiemeanen tb will carry us mile after mile, day after day, and last us season after season. But there is one phase of the motor- cycle game which I never could quite understand. To the ordinary mortal, a motor-cyclist is either a speed-crazed freak or else a reckless fool. Why this should be I know not. Possibly the old days when the “infernal machine” served to pace the riders on the track ... “feed cork has been jarred shut’ Cis UME NS OS, 129 has much to do with it, and the public has not as yet realized that a pacing machine and a motor-cycle are not one and the same. But the fact remains that while to a very few of my friends I am a hero, to the majority I am only a suitable risk for an accident insur- anes) Company mor reject, lime and {ime again I have heard people say, “‘I wouldn’t get on one of those machines for a hundred dollars.” Perhaps not. But I feel fully as safe on my machine as I do in my bed. Occasionally some- body makes a few pointed remarks about the danger of the game, and | - then admit that a reckless man has no business on a motor. Neither has he any business driving a horse. Come, let is heasom sogcrier. Didi vou ever know of a man getting killed on a mo- tor-cycle unless he was racing and de- liberately taking great chances, or even then? Well, no,—but they might. Possi- bly, but how many people are killed hunt- ing every year? Would you say-a man was safer in a boat than on a motor-cy- cler Did you ever see a party riding to hounds?e Ora game of football? And 130 all these are considered not only as proper sport, but as pastimes to be en- couraged in every way. To my mind, the dangers of reasonable motorcycling exist mainly in the minds of persons who have never been on a machine in their lives. In the matter of control a motor-cycle can be stopped much more quickly than a wheel, as you have the powerful compression of the engine to aid as a brake if the spark is cut out, and the efficient pedal brake in addi- tion. I have frequently gotten out of a tight place by turning on all reserve power and shooting ahead of an obsta- cde i can run frond founsto emit, miles an hour simply on the spark con- trol. People complain of the noise. A powerful motor-cycle engine running with the spark back and the muffle cut out makes an awful bang, but I can run my machine within five feet of people without their hearing me coming. In fact I often have to open my muffle to keep from running over them. A rea- sonable skill in setting spark and throt- tle will make a standard machine as still as a sewing-machine. But when I get away into the country, where noise is no object, I open up to keep my en- gine cooler and see what kind of explo- sions I am getting. Two questions are almost invariably asked by everyone to whom I show my machine, “How fast will she go?’ and “How far on that much gasoline?’ I always thy te evade a direct teply. I never rode a racing machine and never timed a mile on a road machine. Twen- ty miles an hour is a good touring speed. It is also a good tiring speed, anc I ratierm like 4 slower pace. illne speed question very quickly settles it- RECREATION self. My machine never yet failed to get there in a reasonable time. A good road machine never should be limited to a gasoline capacity of less than seventy-five miles,—and there you are. Troubles’. (Yes) I've. hade “enamels have been lucky, Ill admit. Never had but one puncture, and got that right in front of a repair shop, )Mostaoumume troubles of the beginner are only those of ignorance. If you make it a golden rule never to take your machine out of the house without filling the oil and gasoline tanks, your machine will ap- preciate your kindness by carrying you many miles without further attention. It is more disastrous to start out on 2- long trip without oil than without gas- cline. An engine without gasoline won't run, without oil it will run, and run itself to pieces. Look your ma- chine over daily for loose screws and nuts. If you hear a squeak, get off at once and search diligently till you find it. Wighten wp all) your battery .con- nections and tape them, and don’t try to run on exhausted batteries. Finally, don’t try to jump too wide a ditch, and never, under any circumstances, try to climb a tree. If you mind the above, nothing short of a broken part will stick you. I haven’t had a broken part in four seasons’ riding. If my feeble remarks could but persuade one jaded office-toiler to but taste the joys of the empowered wheel, I am sure that the disease contracted could be cured but in one way, and that according to the practice of the homeopathic school. Get a motor-cycle, know what real joy in living is, and don’t forget to join the Bo A Me i ~ iT asta y, Joy, Oe Neale We are alone, absolutely alone, MARTYN on this chance planet; amid all the forms of life that surround us, not one, excepting the dog, has made an alliance with us.—MAETERL INCK. OP OUD keane w whence Trilby came or who were his pro- Senor bles hap- pened into our lives one summer morn- ing when we were ; aly Wie ikea St. a shadow fell across the door to the sound of a timid knocking. It was the sort of a knock that a nervous young book agent would give who had just begun to realize that the dissemination of moral and elevating volumes was not likely to lead to the glorious and happy career predicted to him by an enthusi- astic sales-manager. But we were de- termined to be inveigled into buying no more unnecessary tomes. As it was, the coffee-pot rested on a Webster dic- tionary, and I reclined amid a subscrip- fion set of ‘the World’s Best Books. Billy, particularly annoyed at the per- sistent refusal of editors to regard his poems as worth printing, shouted anerily : Pecront, Uhere’s nothing doing,” We heard retreating steps and were happy. yeweck later, at the same time, we heard this hypothetical agent again; and Billy, feeling he owed him some re- turn for his behavior of the last week, determined to invite him in to have coffee, asking us, at the same time, to Ges Winn, by force if necessary, from purchasing any book under any condition whatsoever. I was nearer the door than he, and when I reached it I understood that the timid knocking was caused by the gently wagging tail of one of the biggest and yellowest ‘tinct traces of the Great Dane. dogs I have ever seen. He looked up in my face with big, honest eyes. ple amyolad sacatd es to meet y Olt. Will you come in and have some break- fast?” He followed me in with perfect grav- ity and sat down. Lorry, who dislikes dogs on prejudices, which he miscalls principles, was for the animal’s ejec- tion. Billy and I stood for him while the Other Man was neutral. Trilby declined coffee, but accepted some condensed milk and what was left of the sausages. He seemed to eat with considerable restraint; and our later knowledge of him convinces me that on . his first visit he was not far from star- vation; but he would not show it, al- though he could have eaten everything in the house, for, after all, Trilby was a gentleman. We called him Trilby because his feet were so noticeable, and in those days Du Maurier was still remembered. They were large, and there were two toes missing from one of them, which gave fin a peculiar haltine gait. In- deed, to hear Trilby move reminded one of a telegraphic instrument clicking out three short taps and a long one. Trilby’s coat was fine, and denoted distinguished ancestry at a probably re- mote period. He was the sort of dog over whose parentage everyone can say something true. Billy saw in him dis- We agreed with Billy. Lorry fancied the head was indicative of the English mas- iiieramdawie: were fain to admit tt), ihe Other Man saw in his feet the dachs- hund, and we could not conscientiously say he was wrong. I was reminded as 132 I looked at his powerful shoulders af the big trek-hunds which pull carts in Belgium. This theory was unanimously accepted. Other men, when they called on us, found fresh traces of other breeds, and it became a matter of pride when a fresh species was introduced in- to’ “his; family-trees Dhrouch) mit all Trilby sat andi smiled’) ele whad*uhe most wonderful eyes I have ever seen ina dog. Beautiful, big, brown, honest eyes they were, and no animal possess- ing them could be false. But on this first morning Lorry was not his friend, and directly breakfast was ended suggested his removal. Billy and I were against it, and the Other Man being, as usual, neutral, it was agreed that Trilby should stay. But when we came home—we had left Lorry in charge—the dog had gone. Lorry declared that he had merely said to the dog that he was a nuisance. On being pressed, he admitted qualifying the word Nuisance. Trilby, thereupon, and he stuck to his point, arose and dis- appeared. For a week Lorry’s life was one of abuse. At the end of this time Trilby returned and was_ formally adopted. At first I don’t think he cared very much for the Other Man or Lorry, although he was consistently courteous to them.” Lorry is) small, and) Mrilby, persisted in regarding him very much as ° a spoiled child. He would accompany him to the ferry, and was disinclined to let him abroad alone after dark. All this was to Lorry’s mind an insult, and he hurled reproaches and rocks at his protector, who only smiled kindly at him from his regulation distance of fifty yards. But a time came when Lorry was very glad to have him there. The old woman who attended to us was used to go home at five every night; all er- rands run after that hour were run by us, / One nicht (Worn inadt letters. to write and found there was—unwise vir- gins that we were—no oil in the house. The village shop would close at six, and the only thing to be done was to fetch it himself. Thus, with disgust, for RECREATT OWN Lorry had social aspirations and had heard of a fashionable club in London where members are blackballed if they have ever been seen to carry a parcel— he started to the shop a half mile away. As he neared the cottage he beheld, bearing down him and cutting off all avenues of escape, an elderly lady accompanied by a very much younger and prettier one. Now it so happened that Lorry had marked the elder down as a desirable mother-in-law while the other was to be the principal heroine in a little drama he was weaving. This drama, by the way, developed later into a farce, but it was a serious business then as he drew near to them oil-can in hand. To be seen with such a thing he felt would be social extinction, and he gazed ’round despairingly to meet the inquiring eye of Trilby. In desperation he put the handle into the dog’s mouth and told him to go home. Trilby, with- out a moment’s hesitation, performed the errand), and a) minute later Worya looking as if oil were as far removed from him as Hoboken, was looking into his divinity’s eyes. This did much to win Lorry’s heart. “Yvhe Other Man, who read Mallarmé, but in his less lofty hours dabbled in real estate, grew to believe in Trilby’s wonderful intelli- gence. By intelligence it must not be supposed that Trilby was one of these impossibilities, wha, on being sent to | post with a letter, bring it back and in- dicate by a pointing paw that a word is wrongly spelled. Trilby was a reasoning animal anda friend. On Sunday afternoon the Other Man’s fiancée came to see lim, and Trilby came forward to greet her with the perfect courtesy he invariably ex- hibited. But she drew back and wondered in a very shrill voice why we could tol- erate such a hideous beast near us. It was the most yellow of all yellow dogs, and if she had her way she would have it shot. She waved her parasol at him viciously. I did not dare to meet Trilby’s eye. I was wretched with shame to think I TRIEBY 3 133 knew a man whose fiancée could use such brutal language and abuse hospi- tality to such an extent. I know that Billy felt so, too, for I heard him ex- plaining at length to Trilby when he thought we were all asleep. A week later the Other Man startled us at breakfast by asking this question: “Don’t you think,” he said, “that cru- elty in a woman is a terrible thing?” We all agreed that it was. “And beside,” he said as he rose from iiewiable ss (tilby is) not yellow in a strict sense of the word.” When he had gone we looked at each other and whistled softly. So it had been given to Trilby to wean the Other Man from the affection of a most un- worthy woman! This was another of the useful ac- tions of Trilby. Miiibyes lite ‘mtist have been very happy then, but even he had trials to Beat in the case of the Spotted Dog, I am bound to say he accepted them with a fortitude which would have done credit to the proudest hound in all Sparta. The Spotted Dog must have been possessed of the spirit of divina- tion in no uncommon measure, for he always knew when Trilby went village- ward for oil. It was on these occasions that the Spotted Dog lay in wait and harried our messenger in the rear. It all arose out of Trilby’s acceptance of the word Duty. Perhaps his definition was too fine for modern manners; but if given a parcel to carry he deemed it wrong, unfaithful to his trust, to put it down until his journey was accomp- lished. And this the Spotted Dog knew, and poor Trilby, whose pedal extremt- ties were not conducive to rapid trav- eling, could only make guttural sounds and try to bite his tormentor with a mouth full of other things than teeth. Directly the oil, or whatever it was, was given into the charge of one of us Trilby would go back to where he last saw the Spotted One, intent, not on vengeance, but proper chastisement. And alas! the Spotted Dog was safely resting on his unvirtuous couch a mile or more away. When we found this out one of us would make an excuse to walk into the village with Trilby; be- cause, as we assured ourselves, it was unsafe to intrust him with the postage- stamps we needed. Only once did Trilby leave us, and that was under peculiar circumstances. I was walking back with him from the village when a singularly beautiful girl passed on horseback accompanied by a man of—to use the phraseology of a former day—a sinister aspect. Trilby gave a glad bark of welcome and raced after them in the fading light. We had no oil or oil-can until Trilby returned two days later very footsore and with only half the oil. For a week he seemed depressed, and Billy immortalized the episode in verse, and Lorry drew pic- tures of a beauteous maid escaping on a fiery mustang from the clutches of a demon lover, while toiling in the rear came Jrilby and the oil-can. With the end of the summer came many debates as to Trilby’s lot in win- ter. Billy was going to Florida, Lorry was bound for the Islands, while the Other Man and I were to share a tiny apartment where Trilby would have no air and no exercise. So we decided to send lrilby as a boarder to the man from whom we bought vegetables. He was to have one dollar a week and we paid him in advance until Christmas. I was away from Manhattan a great deal fate and ith was) not until Chiict mas morning that the Other Man and Ipwens over 10 call oni Mrilby, bearmne, various trifles from a delicatessen store we knew he would like. The cottage in which we hoped to find him was empty, and its former proprietor in prison. . Vague and un- sympathetic were the reports of Trilby’s probable destinies. One man guessed he had been shot and another that the rigorous December had starved him. Some slight interest was awakened when we offered a re- ward for any authentic information concerning him, but their attitude was one of profound pity that men with 134 money should take so much trouble about a mere dog. I think the hope that perhaps Trilby might come back to us was largely the cause of our retaking the cottage on the bluff. The first few weeks«without him were terribly lonely ones. We missed his kind, wise old face and the little bark of pleasure which was wont to ereet us on our return, and at every sound we would listen hoping it might be our Odysseus returned. At last one rainy night we heard-in the distance the three short steps and the one long that heralded Trilby’s ap- proach. | Av moment Jater) tom mene on us could move, we heard that mellow baritone of his iiited tip ein joy. for doors were no doors to Trilby when the friends he loved were near. But Trilby was very thin, and half of his right ear was gone, and he was feebler than we had ever seen im) Whe veterinarian we called in said he had probably been starving and would need all kinds of nourishing foods. He had port wine in beef tea, and Lorry only forebore to cook other dainties for him when we assured him that such ex- ecrable cooking would defeat its own ends. When the warm weather came Trilby regained his: old streneth and the amount of oil we bought simply to gratify his desire to carry a full can, must have inflated Rockefeller’s stocks. It happened that all four of us were to be in New York for the winter, and we determined to live near the, Park, so that Trilby might have daily prome- nades. He sat on the stoop and smiled down on us when we came near to quarreling as to whom should take him out on Sundays. That was a delightful summer, and I think we were all the happier and better for a dog’s com- panionship. It was Trilby’s habit to make a last patrol of the cottage before turning in for the night. One night, early in Sep- tember, it was so hot, that, for the sake of coolness I left my bed, and with only RECREATION a light covering over me, tried to rest on the veranda. I don’t know how long I had slept when the sound of the three short steps succeeded by the long one, partially awoke me. Even in the semi- somnolent state I was in I noticed that he seemed to climb the seven steps to the veranda with marked slowness. Presently he came to my side and licked my face, and I, desiring sleep more - than any earthly blessing, told him to be a good man and lie down. It grew so cold in the early morning that I determined to return to my bed and finish my eight hours of sleep. Trilby was lying at my side, his nose resting as was usual on one paw so that he might scent any danger to the friends he loved. It was light enough to see some dark stain on the painted white boards of the veranda, and I stooped to examine them and found they seemed to end with Trilby. Something seemed to frighten me, and I called sharply. inlby. rilbysc cad But for the first time those honest eyes did not look up with love into mine, nor did his tail wag. Trilby was dead and in his side was a hideous gun-shot wound. There was his body lying stiff in the cold morning light, and his soul gazing down on us from some other place. What does it matter where?) The Moon maybe, or the Dog Star. Somewhere it must be, for how can the soul of a friend like Trilby pass into the waste of nothing- ness? I called to, athe others mourned together. There are some things in my life of which J am very much ashamed; but that I knelt yoy, nisiesidemancdaccriedans not one of them. Under the pine trees with his head turned toward the road by which we came nightly from the ferry, so that he might rest the happier, we laid him. And there he must rest until the end of all things —our Trilby. and we ‘ i : ST. LAWRENCE: MASCALONGE—WEIGHT 22 POUNDS Taking trolling by John A. Morrison, between Fishers’ Landing and Grass Point, St. Lawrence River “ .. hauling them up over the chit” ote « NE Resp tek Re SS Photo by ProFessor D. W. JOHNSON Bs NT Pett VALLEY Beye NV ihewasteone. on those hot, dusty afternoons, by no means wholly unknown on the plateau region of New Mexico @he jclare Ol Dae Sbsmbvedae eae saa broad, sandy stretches of ' the Rio Puerco valley was exceedinkly trying to eyes unused to the strain, and one or two of the party loudly deplored the fact that we had failed to provide our- selves with dark-colored glasses. Hav- ing spent several years in the Terri- tory, | was imore accustomed to the bright reflection from sandy soil, but my two companions, Oliver and Ed- wards, were just from Eastern cities, and suffered accordingly. The three of us had been camping in the San Mateo Mountains, about twenty miles southwest of the little mining town of Magdalena, and were now on our way to Albuquerque. The river roads being in poor condition, we had taken the more roundabout route west of the Bear Mountains,-and were now within a long day’s drive of our des- tination. While this near home, and with the peaks of the Sandias easily visible on te’ horizon, our trouble had com- menced. A friendly Mexican had vol- unteered the information that a much nearer route to Albuquerque could be found by driving up the Puerco valley a few miles and then turning eastward over the mesa. Following his directions, as we supposed, we continued up the valley some miles, but found our road gradually bearing off to the west, with no branch to the east. In our uncer- tainty we were relieved to see another Mexican coming slowly towards us, rid- ing a sleepy-looking burro. Replying Overs, byl RCO JOHNSON 137 to our questions he told us that he knew of no short route to the city, but that he had a camp a mile or two further west from which a wagon-trail led to San lonacion (li knew the sead irom San Ignacio to Albuquerque, and since we had come so far along the wrong way we decided it would be better .to follow the trail, than to turn back. We found the Mexican’s camp without dif- ficulty, and from it a fairly-good wag- on-trail leading away to the north. And so it happened that on this hot after- noon, late in June, we were driving along the dusty trail with the hot sun above us and the hot sands below. Whe valley ef the Rio Puerco; at the point of interest to us now, is several miles broad and as level as a floor. A scattered growth of sage relieves the monotony of the sand, while the wind- ings of the river itself are marked by a much-broken line of green—clumps of cottonwood trees growing only along iierpiven s)pminke: (line jtiver vis ay ware row gorge, some forty or fifty feet in depth, whose sandy bed is usually dry, save during the rainy season, or just after occasional showers. Were it not for the cottonwood trees no one at a distance would suspect the presence of the river, for the walls of the gorge are Vemmcal asia tule and it, is but rarely that one can find a point where the sides are sloping. As the afternoon wore away we no- ticed that the trail we were following was also bearing off to the west. and soon it left the river valley for the ups and downs of the foothills. This was unfortunate enough, but, to increase our annoyance, the trail grew fainter and rougher, gradually disappearing in that mysterious way peculiar to western trails. At last nothing remained but a double-wagon trail, and, after careful 138 examination, I felt sure it must be the track of the same wagon, going and re- turning. About four o'clock we drove down into a little viga, where grass had evidently been recently cut. The rem- nant of our trail showed one large loop of a single wagon’s tracks, where. the wagon had come into the meadow, turned around, and gone back. We were a days journey from the spring we had left that morning, our own sup- ply of water now exhausted, and our ponies tired out by a hot day’s work with nothing to drink. Under these circumstances we could hardly expect tos turn back, except, as: a last resort: Yet, there was not the sign of a trail by which me might go forward. To. the man who has attempted “cross-country” traveling in south- western lands the wundesirability of such journeys will appeal with peculiar force. He may even take occasion to smile at our lack of good judgment in deciding on the course we did. But the green of those cottonwoods only a few miles out across the flats spoke to our parched lips of the probability of run- ning water, and the appeal was too strong to resist. Besides, the level mesa was but two or three miles be- yond the river, and if we could only gain that point a cross-country journey from there on would present no serious difficulties. “Well, what do you say, fellows?” I asked, ready to let my companions de- cide the question, so that I might es- cape all responsibility in case any dis- common, resulted. But myac prety, scheme was immediately spoiled. Ed- wards had noticed the outlines of sev- eral ugly gullies between us and the fiver... Go backa the way we ame he said quickly. Oliver looked beyond the gullies to the wavy line of green. “Make for the river as fast as we can,” was his reply. Thus was the decision forced upon me, and, after considering the condition of the ponies, the time of day, and the various other elements in- volved, I cast my vote with Oliver’s. The next three hours were spent in RECREATION, crossing the few miles of flats between the foothills and the Rio Puerco, Ed- wards driving, while Oliver and I went well in advance, looking for the best places to cross the gullies. Of the lat- ter there seemed to be an inexhaustible supply, and two or three of the worst ones very nearly balked our progress. But, by dint of persevering searches along the gully’s edge, hard work with pick and shovel in improving those places that appeared least peril- ous, and owing to the excellent strength of our light mountain wagon,. we camped that night on the bank of the INO) eulenco: But what a disappointment it proved! Where we first struck the so-called river it was as dry as the sandy flats Over which we had just come, «2% search both up and down the “stream” was necessary, and it was some time before two shots in quick succession from Oliver’s rifle told us that he had found water. When we joined him some moments later we found our sal- vation in the form of two scum-cov- ered pools of a warm solution of va- rious alkaline salts. Still, our luck was not uniformly bad, for this was one ot the few places where at least one bank of the river was sloping—the one where we were camped. It is true that the opposite bank was a- sheer cliff thirty-five or forty feet high, but we hoped to find a better place when morn- ing came. While Edwards and I prepared the evening meal of bacon and biscuits Oli- ver succeeded in scaling the opposite bank farther downstream and walked over eastward to the foot of the mesa. On Ins return he reported yihatwugers was no road between us and the mesa, and that he could find no place where a wagon could get up on the mesa from the valley below. The outlook was not encouraging. Our ponies, when led down to water. pawed the edge of the pool and snorted angrily, but refused to drink, thirsty though they were. For our own use we made the water into coffee, but found it any- —EEEE——————----S-S-S-SsSPrrttt”tt”t”t”t~t~i‘is™SNN ——$—— THE RIO PUERCO CAMP thing but palatable. As were already longer on the journey than we had an- ticipated the grain for the ponies was getting low, only enough for one small feed being left after giving them their supper that night. But all of our troubles were soon forgotten, for we rolled into our blankets and slept. Next morning we were up before the sun, and breakfast was over before he rose above the mesa into the clear blue of a typical New Mexico sky. A rainy day was a blessing hardly to be hoped for, as the rainy season had not yet begun. Edwards made an excur- sion down the river some distance, and found where the opposite bank could be made accessible by an hour’s work with pick and shovel. We accordingly removed all of our outfit to the ground and let the empty wagon go backwards down the sloping bank near camp, into the river, controlling it with a long rope tied to the tongue and then drawn around one of the trees. It was an easy matter to get the wagon down to the place selected by Edwards, but here the real work began. The bank at this point was formed by a series of steps, 139 Photo by Professor D. W. JoHNSON each one several feet high, but broad and flat on top. The first of these steps was the worst, and we set to work to cut out a roadway, building up the in- cline with the excavated dirt. In less than an hour the task was done, and, hitching both the ponies and ourselves to the end of the long rope, we pulled the empty wagon up the first step. Thrice more was this process gone through with, but as the other steps were less difficult they were soon passed, and we drove the wagon back to a point on the bank just opposite camp. Turning the ponies loose to let them graze, the reloading was accomplished by carrying the things down the slope to the foot of the wall, and then haul- ing them up over the cliff with a rope. This done, and our canteens filled with the salty water, we again continued on our cross-country trip, our immediate plan being to drive over to the foot of the mesa, and then continue north until we found some place where we could get up to its level top. In this way we would avoid the worst part of the nu- merous gullies, which were impassable 140 nearer the river. Even here we found the ground extremely rough, and two of the party had to walk ahead of the wagon continuously, prospecting for passable routes. The sun seemed even more unrelenting than the day before, and the sands were correspondingly hotter. The ponies had condescended to drink before leaving camp, but un- less they were more fortunate than we, it did them little “cood: « Imsread) or quenching our thirst the salty water seemed to increase it, besides making us sick, In regard to, provisions, the ‘ponies were less. fortunate, . having eaten the last of the grain that morn- ing, while we had plenty of provisions. About two o'clock we stopped in the shade of a low cedar and ate a light lunch, giving the ponies a chance to fest and graze) 50 ian we, had peem unable to find a way to the mesa above us. The ponies were very evidently becoming worn out, the pull through heavy sand, over rough country, and without roads, telling on them severely in their half-fed condition. The ab- normal thirst, which compelled all of us to drink heavily of a water we de- tested, had lowered the contents of our canteens. alarmingly. The probleni was now a very simple one. We must get to the top of that escarpment and Gut) actoss. the “mesa to (the « Indian pueblo of Isleta; even ii we) had te abandon the wagon temporarily to do so, Oliver aud: myselt) accondmely, Set Olit on another exploring tour, climbing to the top) of: the) clith, jand keepine, alone jits) edge.) humtine give most accessible points. To the north I found several places where the ponies could get up, but no place where it would be possible to take the wagon. About ia jumleainier isomta. Oliver found a ridge leading up to the mesa along which he thought it might be possible to get a wagon, although he considered it a very dubious proposi- tion. After a council of war we de- cided to take the latter route, intend- ing to leave the wagon when absolutely necessary. RECREATION Half after four o’clock found us face to face with a couple of hundred yards of the worst driving I ever saw during my stay in the Territory. Where we first began the ascent it was necessary to hold down the upper side of the wagon in. order to prevent its upset- ting. Then, by a quick turn we were able to; gain the /apex: on) the \stiaip ridge, where the ponies could take a breathing spell. From this point it was a question of two or three steep climbs, with a chance to rest on less precipi- tous , slopes (between. It. the? ponies were equal to the task all would be well in.a few moments’ time. If they lost control of the wagon for an in- stant the whole outfit would surely go down the steep sides of the ridge to the gully below. We emptied the wagon of its load and fastened a long rope to the front end of the tongue. With pick and spade we changed the hard, smooth surface of the steepest slopes into a sort of “make-believe” stairway— rough enough to give the ponies a bet- ter foothold. Then, with Oliver and Edwards at the rope in front, and urg- ing the ponies to their utmost endeav- ors by voice and whip, we started up the hill with a dash. Only a moment and we stood pant- ing for breath at the top of the first hard pull. A good, long rest. and then the second hill was as_ successfully passed. ‘The last was the shortest, but steepest, of all, and many were our misgivings as we confronted it. But the pick and spade were again called into action, and some improvement ef- fected. A shout, a dash, two ponies lying almost on their bellies and crawl- ing along, as it seemed—and we could look across the rolling, grassy plains to the valley! of the) Rio) Grandemae. rather feeble, but sincere and expres- sive shout went up when we knew the victory was won. Piece by piece the load was carried up the hill and re- packed in the wagon. The light of the late afternoon sun made the Las Lu- nas volcano stand out in bold relief, while the position of the Isleta cone .. made accessible by an hour’s work” was just discernible. Toward the lfat- ter point we urged the tired and faith- ful ponies, making but slow progress. fstmeerecavye place to twilight,) and that in turn to darkness. Still we plodded along, until nearly eleven o'clock, when the ponies stopped short and refused to go another step. Turn- ing them loose to find what comfort they could in the dry grass about us, we partook of some bread and con- @emecd milk, and rolled into our blankets. By four o’clock in the morn- ing the ponies were again in the har- ness, and we were slowly lessening the distance between us and the Indian pueblo. : Many are the pilgrimages made to Photo by Professor D. W. JOHNSON Tite amtainieslevaymmit i itemlay well ‘be doubted if ever the doors of the pueblo opened to receive a more thankful trio than entered there that beautiful sum- mer morning. Water running in an esceqiia gave the ponies a chance to drink, while the hospitable agent gave us right of way at his well. A beef had been recently killed in the village, and we secured a supply of fresh meat for the breakfast. we prepared under the shade of a cottonwood beside the escequia. All our trials were forgotten as we devoured that camp breakfast. a meal which seemed to us even more appetizing than the sumptuous repast served at the elegant Alvarado in Al- buquerque a few hours later. 141 CHC LN Ge OVER THE MOUNTAINS By JAMES E. SAWYERS HEN the busi- ness man, goad- ed and worn by ‘carking cares, is seeking restora- tion to health and renewed COUraee, ME should) 20 2 to the mountains, carrying his few necessaries on_ his back. Such 74 Strip sugeects: lard) word climbing over steep hills, cooking for self, and freedom from the bustling cares of the swirling commercial world. Did you ever take such a trip? If not, then try it. It requires of a fellow a proper adap- tability to the conditions incident to such a journey. To enjoy such an out- ing one should go into a wild country, and as far away from the influences of man as possible. If you do not enjoy scrambling over rugged mountain di- vides, or are fearful lest you may ‘get lost, select a good trout stream where | you may fish, and then move camp at leisure time. | It has been my good fortune to “rough it” in a country where both angling and hunting could be enjoyed; and one should avoid taking more game than necessary for actual use. The equipment should be as light and simple as possible, and consistent with the needs of the outing, yet, only containing the absolute necessaries. I have made trips of a week’s duration on several occasions during each of the seasons, viz.: summer, fall, winter and spring, and always carried the follow- ing provisions in my pack sack: One blanket, rice or beans, flour, bacon, cof- fee, salt, fry-pan, stew-kettle and clothing, amounting in all to about 142 twenty-five pounds; also kodak, fishing © outfit and rifle. Usually one or more friends accompanied me, and we al- ways went into the remote regions of Oregon’s many famous mountains. In beginning such a journey great care should be taken not to overwork yourself the frst day; im tact, over ex- ertion at any time is apt to impare the pleasure of the outing. Last summer my brother Gard and I “hiked” over the Umpqua: Mountains, carrying our provisions in a pack sack, and thus enjoyed a week’s vacation. We took two good “varmint” dogs to aid us in trailing the bears, cougars and lynxs, said to be plentiful. That summer morning as we looked from the mountain crown down at the homestead of our friend, who lives on the farthest outskirts of civilization, the balsamic. air and keen anticipation jade our blood flow with renewed vigor; and the realization of a camp in the wilderness (we knew not where) within a few hours’ journey. And we traveled in an unfamiliar country with high mountains towering above us, where the long dividing ridges wound snake-like away to places unknown to us, trusting to the water- sheds to guide us back to the habita- tion of man. The bewitching cadences of the mountain voices coming from the silent forest thrilled the naked soul and brought forgetfulness of the rush for gain. Surely, we were at the shrine of Nature. Ah, the balmy air, how: it inspires the soul and infuses new ac- tion into the body! And from the sun- lit summits the dark green firs that clad all the cafions and hills from base to top reflected the subtle hues of the em- erald and blue of the fragrant forest. We wandered slowly along the moun- tain side, gradually working upward, LEN Gs until we reached a long divide, which we followed until we reached a spring known as Elk Spring. Here, some trapper or hunter had carved the words “Elk Springs’ on the side of a ree, and hard by was a deserted trap- per’s cabin. The remarkable feature about that spring, is the fact that it rises almost on the very top of the loftiest promon- tory of the whole mountain range; the spring being named for the herds of elk that frequent that locality, and often came to it to drink, and to wal- low in the swamp just below it. From this place of vantage we could see, far to the southeast, a long valley covered with evergreen timber, wind- LAKE CREEK OVER THE MOUNTAINS 143 ing through the irregular mountain defiles. So continuing our journey that way we reached the stream that drained that magnificent stretch of for- ests. This stream is known as Lake Creek and is seldom visited by man. Hence the waters are not often whipped by anglers, and the trout are unsophis- ticated. There we decided to select a suit- able camping site, with a view of re- maining a ‘few days for the purpose of exploring the cafions, fishing, and hunting the beasts that prowled nightly in search of prey. That evening we caught twenty- oe trout, enough, as my brother said, “ make the frying-pan smell aoe 144 . Truly, we ‘did full qustice to) those trout after they were fried brown and crisp in bacon grease. 7 When the shadows of night begin to lurk about the yawning canons and the last golden rays of the sinking sun tint the hilltops, one realizes how vast the lonely solitudes are. And after we RECREATION disturbance by man. On the benches and in the dales signs of elk were found, but as we rambled through this game paradise evidences of the de- struction of this splendid deer were obvicus. Elk trails, grown over with mosses and vines, reminded us of the great herds that formerly lived on 4 Ne ROBE GAGE had rolled into our blankets we gazed heavenward, looking up through the thick growth of stately firs, towering like ship masts above us, and in the dim distance the pale light of shimmer- ing stars seemed to greet us and cast a charming glow upon Nature’s robe. The music of the tonic winds and the songs of night birds, with now and then the weird, rumbling call of the owl—the king of the mnight—finally found us asleep. We were up early the next morn- ing, and betore) they sun peeped over the eastern heights we were far up the mountainside, where deer, elk, bear and panther once roamed, almost free from , / \ those hills in the days before the tusk and hide-hunters levied toll upon them. Their skulls, antlers and bones wer: everywhere. In fact, the course of the hunters might have been followed by the relics of the wanton slaughter. And where elk formerly lived in herds of uncounted thousands to-day there are less than a hundred—divided into a few simall berds only.” Phe ‘stories! ox old hunters concerning the vast num- bers that lived there could hardly be credited were it not for the dim trails,/ which, although grown up, can be found even now. Our thoughts were soon changed, for the hounds had started a bear and THE HOME OF THE WATER OUZEL were following him at a rapid rate, their tremulous baying echoing in the cafions brought a tingle of excitement. We followed them through tangled thickets, over windfalls and over the rolling hills, but we came off victors. The excitement of the chase soon wore off, and we pursued our way amons tae changing mazes. Ferns, azaleas and trailing vines interspersed the fascinating reach of woodland grandeur, while the shaggy limbs of the old trees were draped in golden mosses. The music of the crooning wind coursing through the boughs came softly from the peaceful hills, and the talkative brook added its liquid voice b) to swell the “harmonies of nature,” as it wound its tortuous way through the forest. In the depth of the forest gloom the brooding calm enhances the enenanumer spicuites awwhere the» ever greens, Oregon grape, maiden-hair ferns and leaves of scarlet, gold and sepia brown, interwoven with mosses of every imaginable color, vie with each other in jealous rivalry in the ef- fort to be most beautiful. Gaily plu- maged birds were there, singing, scold- ing and flitting among the branches, as if trying to attune man’s wanton heart with the wonders of Nature’s book. There the mountain brook races over the rocks and plunges down to the depths, where the dainty gray 146 moth flutters on the green pool, only to be captured by the sportive trout. A smoothly patted sand bank shows where the otter has wallowed, and further down is the home of the cheer- ful water ouzel. What is that slate- colored bird, bobbing up and down, er- ratically imitating a lunatic, a singer? He cares not, sultry summer and bleak winter are alike to him, and-he sings his merry song of but few notes in presence of the elements, and glories in the midst of rushing, turbulent water where the spray dashes over him. The hunter and shy panther, shaggy bear or eager mink, may watch this happy little companion of the moun- tain stream, yet he goes merrily on his way, heedless of friend or foe. The long shimmering strands of golden illusive light reach down through the great masses of firs and cedars, and are finally lost amid the lacework of vine maples and winding vines, with now and then a lingering orange tint reflected from the noisy cataract. Here in Nature’s sanctum the ozone from the balsamic forest fills the lungs with a new lease of life, and the slug- vish blood rages through the body with a reviving thrill that makes the man feel like a boy once more, and he for- gets the weary travel! over mountain heights to reach this citadel in the wilds, surrounded with its health-re- storing agencies—the heritage of every man that shall strive for its exhilarat- ing influences. Signs of animal life were in evidence everywhere, | A thee wath) cat-hile scratching on the side told of a panther that had sharpened his claws ‘there; while hurriedly made tracks with toes distended, long bounds between each, indicated that a startled deer had seen or scented the intruder. And along the sand banks the tracks of this fastidious cat denoted his playful mood. In some places he had wallowed in the sand, while in other places the long distance between tracks indicated that he might RECREATION have been leaping at a passing bird, or, perhaps, jumping at some imaginary victim. | Not far away we found the carcass of a deer covered over with twigs and leaves, and the signs of the panther led us to believe that the playful cat had killed it. The hounds worked faith- fully on the old scent, but were un- able to follow it up. .However, the next day the dogs found fresher signs, which resulted in bringing the cougar to bay and my brother killed him. Later in the day a large black bear was started and he led us a hard chase. We were unable to overtake him, although he was brought to bay many times, but when we got near enough for him to hear us he would move on. The big bear outdistanced us, and the baying of the hounds could not be heard, so we were toiled: The chase was soon forgotten, for the grand old mountains all around us, replete with nature's wonders, awe-in- spiring as they were, attracted our at- tention, and held us in a fascinating embrace, while ever-changing shadows, colors and scenery blended in one con- tinuous stretch of beauty that brings one in closer communion with “Na- tures visibley forms: and 5 Peace that passeth understanding.” From the ridge we looked across the canon, where the irregular contours of the mountains spread out lke a half-opened fan apparently leaning against the sky line. | The exhaustless charms of the quiet, dark green wilderness, with its deep canons filled with blue-black shadows, and the gray crags, covered with mosses and creeping vines, with here and: theres ay ininee or Tnageediaunces: makes one feel insignificant in Na- ture’s kingdom. One follows along a rim under the bluff, hugging the rock walls, almost afraid to look down into the dizzy depths below him; but in a short time the sense of danger gives way to the sense of the beautiful. One stands PoOLSING: OVER Tne WOUN TAINS looking away as far as the eye can see, and beholds all the manifestations of Nature, that fill the soul with unut- terable thoughts and lasting inspira- tions. As one looks down over tlie brink upon the irregular hills with ereat yawning canons between, looking not unlike crooked, gaping furrows in the earth and all clad in everlasting ereen, the sights and music of wild nature wakes the human soul from its 147 out more vividly, while the red and yellow leaves seemed more _ highly burnished, and the many shades of ereen that would distract the most gifted painter. The shadés of evening bring a soft, mellow light, and the forest seems: to be alive with living creatures; and a ereat variety of bird notes coming from the shrubs and trees remind one of his unfamiliarity with bird lore. The wild PTARMIGAN, NEAR THE SNOW LINE lethargy and enthrones new and better ideals. We loitered about these inspiring places where peaks innumerable point upward, and the great sandstone cliffs between us and the roaring streams be- low almost forbid our descent. But we zigzagged across the steep inclines and crawled under windfalls, gradually descending. And as we ap- proached the benches and gulches near the streams the gray rocks above stood ‘by the leader. Photo by Jas. W. Nicow animals, both large and small, stole out noiselessly tc feed. And as we looked along the gray cliff above us we saw the stately deer silhouetted against the sky, and scarcely had we discovered him when others took up their station lt was.) sutely, amine trio of Columbian Blacktail deer that stood guard over us there on those si- lent hills and added their charming presence to the limitless scenic wonder. And soon, down by the roaring stream 148 the camp fire burned brightly, while the deer and elk went to their evening browsing ranges. The drapery of night settled about us while the odor of frying trout mingled with the evening air, and the voices of the nocturnal wanderers disturbed the evening calm with their calls. The last night among the everlast- ing hills was one to be remembered. While we had not gone to the moun- tains merely to slaughter we did have the satisfaction of killing cougars and wildcats, not so much for the joy of killing them, but rather to prevent them from destroying game; and then we only -killed enough deer to meet our actual needs. The roseate dawn on the far-away peaks and the morning blue made us wish for more time; but as we ascend- RECREATION ed the zigzag way through the gorge, thoughts of honre and the miles of in- spiring beauty to be traversed, added zest to every homeward step. And to the westward the angry flames of a forest fire were creeping madly up the mountainside and changing the virgin forest of green to a blackened waste; and the balsamic smoke hanging over the charred) tree tranksi ike ay idank cloud made the western view look gloomy. Even as we journeyed homeward the denizens of the wilderness were in evidence, and their fearlessness made us almost feel that we would be welcome to their grand dominion again, so long as we should leave them unharmed and be contented with the reviving and uplift- ing influences of their ever charming realm. HELD FAST Photo by CLARENCE BRAYMER MY NEW BRUNSWICK MOOSE JE} Ney AK we(4 VING lived and talked nothing but “| moose hunting and New Brunswick, not being worth over 40 cents a day for two weeks at my work from thinking about the trip, Monday morning, September 25, 1905, found Dr. B and myself, Olea ieene, Ne EL, ready at last for the trip. Leaving on the morning train, we went to Boston, Mass., arriving at II :40 a.m., then we secured tickets and berths for Bridgewater, Me. Leaving Boston at 7 p. m., we arrived at Bridgewater at 9:16 the next morning, and were met by CmeenderOr Li. A. Greene, of Center- ville, N. B. After securing grips from the baggage master we left Bridge- water for Centerville, arriving at 12 o’clock. After a good dinner at the Per- kins Hotel we changed our glad rags for our hunting rig. The guide being at the door with two teams waiting for us, fomewe were in a hurry to get to the hunting grounds as soon as possible, as the cold, frosty nights were just the time for making the moose answer to the call, we lost no time in piling into the rigs, Dr. B—— and the guide into one rig with the largest horse and the provisions, while I had the pleasure of driving the guide’s thoroughbred four- year-old. We made a drive of thirty miles that afternoon and evening, arriv- ing about 8 o’clock at night at a hotel known as Staton’s. After a good supper and plenty of it, and that was no small amount, as we were all as hungry as any one could be, we were shown to our rooms, where we found as good beds as ever were slept in. After a sound sleep and rest we were awakened by the wel- By viel @iU) come news that breakfast was served, it being 5 o'clock we were up at once. After another good meal we were ready to continue on the rest of our journey with the teams; driving twelve miles we came to the head waters of the Mira- michi River, where we were met by a boy, Lee White, who had been out with the guide the week before and helped set up tents and get the camp ground ready, and had been staying at lumber camp waiting for the guide and his party to come in. We left the horses in charge of a farmer a short ways from the river. We soon had the camp duffle and provisions in the two canoes which the guide had taken out with him on his SE WD, Wane exbncle Exel IDie 18 in one canoe, Lee and myself in the other, we started on our twelve miles down the river to the Miramichi Lake region. The water being very low it was some time before we reached camp, both guides getting out and wading a good part of the way, but we came in sight of the tents about 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Unloading the two boats, we had cur first lunch in camp, being Wednesday, SeEpieimlacie 27, waess Gays Teor Inonne and in camp ready to begin hunting at last. Clearing the dishes away the guide ana@l IDye, 153 took their boat and went down the river to an island to call. Lee asked me if I wanted to take a run up the river with him and see if we could see any game. I was ready at once, not knowing that he had learned the art of calling moose from the guide, and the euide did not think he could make any kind of a noise but what would scare all game out of the woods. I was not very pleased to have him begin making AUGCisceOnmate old birch bar horn) the euide had thrown away. I had never heard any one call before and did not know what kind of a noise should be made, but certainly thought that if a 149 BULL MOOSE SHOT BY DR. F. D. BIGAREL IN QUEBEC NES INEGIA moose heard the noise that Lee was making he would be scared out of the country never to come back again. You may imagine my surprise when after the second or third call that he made | plainly heard a large animal grunting and breaking down the brush about 400 yards back in the woods. I was still more surprised when a bull moose Caime into an open space across the mvemvyerwere hidden on a small island. He stood for perhaps a minute, grunting all the while; then he came towards us and slid down the bank into the water, which was very shallow, not Dememanever 3vor 4 inches deep. The moose kept coming right along towards us. I began to think of shooting or run- ning, about once for shooting and about four times for getting somewhere be- sides in his path. Lee saw that ‘I was beginring to get nervous and wanted to shoot at the moose, but he told me not to shoot, as the head was too small, the moose was then about 60 feet from where we were laying. I told Lee that he was as near as | cared to have him, and if he did not get out of the way I should shoot or get out of there myself. Then Lee stepped out of the bushes and yelled at the moose and asked him what he was there for. The moose stopped then about 30 feet from where we were, and I did not think he would go away, as he did not seem frightened at us, but I was frightened, I will admit, for I do not care to play with moose in that way. We had a camera with us, but I was not thinking of taking his picture at that time. After standing and looking at Meemousiwo or three minutes, | think, though Lee says it was not more than half a-minute, he turned around and walked slowly back across the stream, and when he got to the place where he slid into the river he stopped and lcoked back at us, and he did not seem inclined to leave the stream. I suppose he still thought there was a cow moose some- where around, and we were keeping her out of sight. Lee wanted to stone him, but I did not think it best, as he might charge us and we would have to shoot him, and as his head was not BRUNSWICK MOOSE (Si worth the price of a $50 license and the mounting I did not want to anger hira, so we let him alone, and he at last went into the brush and we saw nothing more of him. It was getting dark, so we got into the canoe and went back to camp, which was only half a mile. Then we builtia fire and by that time Dr, B- and the guide had returned without get- ting any answer or seeing any game, after telling about the moose that we had seen, and being warned by Green: moe to let another get as meat as) that one, aS moose are dangerous during mating season. We all turned in for the remainder of the night on our,beds of spruce boughs. Having made five trips into the Maine woods after moose and deer I expected to be routed out of the best part of my sleep, which is about 4 o'clock in the morning. But I slept un- til 8 o'clock the next morning and got up because I was hungry, finding both Greene and Lee still in bed. Not want- ing to get them into the habit of getting up and waking me up if there was no need of it, | took the 22-calibre rifle be- longing to Lee and went down the path alongside of the river, which was made by pte) moose’and other came. IMear ing partridges drumming all around me I soon saw one on a rotten log. | shot him and three more, also a rabbit, not being gone more than half an hour from camp. When I returned to camp 1 found Dr. B—— up, with fires going in the stove and in the fireplace. Greene stuck his head. out of the tent and wanted to know what we were up so early for, and it was 9 o'clock. We said we supposed it was time to get after the moose, but Greene said that he never had any luck until afternoon, so he al- ways took it easy in the morning while in camp. We set about getting breakfast and had things cleared up by 10 o'clock. Then we took a lunch and started hunt- Mena bouts rine. clock, the cuide and Dr. B—— going down stream and Lee and myself going up the river. We stopped where we called the one out the night before; saw tracks of a small moose which Lee thought was the same 152 moose, also tracks ‘of la very, larce bull’ Lee gave one or two “calls on the horn, but got no answer, thinking it t00) early in Mthes day, ihe spropesed SOM FON Up the tiver toy amounen island and trying calling and _ wait- ing. He said it was a good crossing place and we might catch one crossing the stream and save the island we were on until later in the day, when the chances would be better for getting one Cui SO Wo we iwiver We Wen amc JRO IRIE AION beach a way and gave another call; walked back in the water, making a splash as a moose would when walking in the water. When he got up to where I was he gave another call, which was answered at once by grunting back in the woods, with the wind blowing from where the noise was towards us. We both waited anxiously for him to make his appearance, which he did in a few minutes. When he was within a few yards of the river bank he came into a THE WRITER WITH HIS MOOSE waited, watched and called, but did not see or hear anything. Remembering the night before and the big tracks on the island caused us to leave about 2 o'clock. It began raining quite a bit; we pulled the canoe out of the water and made a shelter of it by placing it on the side with the bottom next to the wind. Everything being in readiness, Lee took the horn and gave a call, waited five or six minutes, gave another; not getting any answer we ate some lunch; then Lee took the horn, walked along the bunch of alders, being in too big a hurry to go around he reared on his hind legs and broke the brush down with his front legs. It was then that we saw that he had a head that was worth getting. When he had smashed through the brush and came into view on the river bank he was standing quarterly towards me, giving a chance for a good shot, and as we afterward measured he was three lengths of our 16-foot canoe, making the distance 48 feet from where I was standing. I had a Winchester rifle, half- MY NEW BRUNSWICK magazine, holding four cartridges in all, Winchester .32 special calibre, soft- point bullets. I gave him two shots be- fore he moved, then he jumped straight into the river. I gave him another when he jumped, and my last one when he Was simethe water. He struck and floundered around in the water, which was about five feet deep at this place, being above where the one came in the night before, and above a sand bar. After he was through struggling we MOOSE 153 ance, having stopned at the camp to get cameras, axes, knives and other things. With their help we soon had the moose high and dry on the beach, and then be- gan the job of taking off the head, hide, feet, etc. After getting the hide off we took both hind-quarters and the sirloin steak and carried it to camp with the rest of the plunder. We wanted to bring the meat home if we could keep it in good condition. We kept the meat all right, but it was taken by Warden Neil BRINGING OUT THE HEADS fired a signal shot to let Greene and Dr. B know that we had killed a moose and needed their help. We then waded into the river and began to work him toward the beach on the island. When we got him as far as we could we began to look him over to see where I had hit him; there were two bullet holes back of his shoulder, one going through the heart and the other just over the heart, one in the point of the shoulder, going slanting and cutting the jugular vein, and the fourth one going through the forward leg close to the body, almost taking the leg off. After some little time the rest of the party put in their appear- at Bangor, Me. We worked hard to keep the meat, making a brush house and hanging it up to smoke, so as to keep the flies away from it. After get- ting the meat cared for we measured the head and found it to be 52-inch spread, with 16 points and 11-inch webs or palms. After the usual smoke talk and pow-wow we turned in for the sec- ond night in camp, and I had killed my moose and a good one at that. The next day Lee and I stayed in camp to skin out my moose head, smoke meat, loaf and clean up camp, Greene taking the Dr. and going up the river to try their luck, for there seems to be more moose 154 up the river than down. Everything was quiet until about sundown, when we heard the guide calling where we had killed the moose the day before. After some little time we heard the reports of a gun being fired very fast, and then the firing stopped and everything was quiet for a minute, and then it broke out again. Lost him, we said; then waited 15 or 20 minutes until the others came to camp, and reported calling a big moose out and shooting at him, knock- ing him down. Dr. B——, thinking he had got him, stood watching him, when he got on to his feet and made across the river, the Dr. being so surprised that he forgot to shoot until he had gained the woods ont the ‘other side on the stream, when he began shooting at him, but on account of the poor light he did not hit him. He was feeling bad about it all night, but the guide told him to cheer up, as he was almost sure they could find him in the morning, as the moose was bleeding badly and was hard hit, So the next morming they went across the river and took his trail, which they could follow easily, as he had bled so badly. Dr7 B used a Winchester 405 calibre, and it made a big hole in the moose. Lee and I were in camp smoking meat, cleaning and_ salting hides when we heard more shooting in the direction that Dr. B and the cuide had taken, followed by the signal shot, letting us know that the moose was dead. We immediately took cameras, axes and went across the river to where they were and they had him down and he was a big moose. We took his meas- urements and found him to be 8 feet 6 RE CTKIE AMON inches long and 6 feet 4 inches high from point of hoof to top of the shoul- ders, having “a nice even) eadtorast inches spread with 18 points. After tak- ing pictures and cutting off his head and hide we left him to the moose birds, as he was an old fellow and his meat was tough, and we had all we could do to keep the flies away from the camp. I wished it had been some of this meat that Warden Neil) otmibamcoiaan vile: seized instead of the other, as that was good meat. Having all the moose the law allowed, we waited until Monday and went on to some barren land, hunt- ing caribou. Saw plenty of tracks, but it was so hot and the black flies both- ered us so that we gave it up after one day, and (spent the Test of .outgeumnac around camp, having a good time. We lett camp: = thes imes\then)) (came hailstones as large as hen’s eggs. There was some lightning and thunder, but’ either the noise "on themaushing, splashing water drowned the rumbling, or the electric fluid was so far distant that the reports were not loud when they reached us. Suddenly there was a ripping noise, followed by a sort of subdued roar which stampeded our horses and made the earth shudder. ~ Barthquake!” 1 ‘exclaimed. said Pete, “hit’s a landslide.” Instantly a thought went through my brain like a hot bullet and made me shudder. ‘‘Pete!”’ I shouted. “I’m right hyer, tendertut, you mecda é holler iso loud,’ he answered, and calmly filled his pipe. I flung myself impulsively on my companion and grasped him by his big, brawny shoulders, with my face close to, aise) i wwhtispeneds iRete, alnelicve the ‘slidev occurred aritne wate. « “Wull, hit did sound down that-a- way,’ admitted Pete, composedly. ‘Pete,’ I continued, “the Mesa has caved in on our trail!” “Wull, tenderfut, we hain’t hurt, be we? ‘Tha’s plenty of game hyer fur the taken of it and plenty of water, as fine as ever spouted from old Moses’ rock, right at hand. If the Mesa’s cut our trail we can live well and not have to chew mutton either, I don’t reckon I Can) So) to) Mork with you just yet, drawled my comrade in a most provok- ingly imperturbed manner, as he slowly freed himself from my grasp and made fOG | tie campy tine match Dein aute nal great extent sheltered by an overhang- ing rock, was still smouldering in spite of the drenching rain, raking the ashes until he found a red, glowing coal Pete deftly picked it up and by juggling it trom) one (hand, to te) other) econ; TAY TES} TOE Cie ON: ducted the live ember to his pipe bowl, then he puffed away as calmly as if there was nothing in this world to trouble him. “Tf the gate be shut,’ he resumed, jit wall keepyout) tramps) andialnaytiaen With that he went to smoking his red willow bark* again. But I could not view the situation so complacently, and when the rain ceased as suddenly as it commenced, with some difficulty I caught my horse and made my way to the gate to dis- cover that my worst fears were realized ; a large section of the cliff had split off the Mesa and slid down into the nar- row gateway, completely filling the ‘space and leaving a wall of over one hundred feet of sheer precipice for us to climb before we could escape from our Eden-like prison. Again a wave of superstitious dread swept over me as I| viewed the tightly closed exit, a dread that the curse on the fatal fortune meant to include me, else why should that cliff which had stood for thousands of years take this opportunity to split off and choke up the ancient trail? Then another uncanny idea wormed its way through my mind.) (iladithe wild hunter any connection with this disaster? Was he in any manner acting as agent ‘forthe mother who} ptugubier curse on the fortune? Who is this strange creature? For that matter, who is my giant friend Pete? Where is this park, this prison, located on the map of the United States? 1 only knewa@ what Pete had told me, and I must say, when judged from a cold New York © point of view, everything connected with this adventure seemed improbable, ~ unnatural and unreal. What magicy charm was used; what spell was® wrought on old Patrick Mullins which © induced him to make one of his prec- ~ ious guns for a stranger? 3 The longer I questioned myself, the less was my ability to answer. [ sat@ *Properly speaking, this Western substitute for — tobacco is not willow bark, but the dried inner © bark of a scrub Conacecae—dogwood. EMS Ley) OF on a stone and for some time was lost in thought. When at length I looked up, it was to see Big Pete with folded arms silently gazing at the barricaded exit and the muddy pool of water ex- tending for some distance back of the gateway into the park. “Well, tenderfut, you was dead right in your judication; the gate air shut sure nuff ; our horses ain’t liable to take Tei) te CC) Oa 165 the back trail and leave us, that’s sar- pfedibinh “Oh, Pete!” I exclaimed, “How will we ever get out? Must we spend the remainder of our lives here?” “It do look as if we’d stop here a right smart bit,” he admitted, “maybe till this hyer holler between the moun- tains all fills with water agin like it was onct before, I reckon.” SKETCH BY FRED A. HARRIS, A THIRTEEN-YEAR- OLD BOY TH Bs] 0: Ys 3003 CAMP) Tt Es By B. W. KEENE 10 boys ever started on their camping ChIps) oe Within TMOMmIe ideas on the sub- ject, than John and I. We had read all available books, and had exhausted the DCIS Ou iy Ol our friends who had ever jeamped: ) Ome Oi Weeen coc wis about a small sheet Of Water (Up im) the mountains named Dismal Lake. ‘This lake,” said he, “is ten miles from the nearest railroad station; the scenery is fine, and the hunting and fishing are as good as you'll find in this part of the Cotminy.) ly camped there) T0ut.) years ago. I'll give you a list of the neces- sary articles, enough to last a week, which, when rolled in your blankets, will make two packs, each weighing about twenty pounds. Leave here on the five o'clock train, and you will ar- rive at ‘Morris’ at nine. You can tramp the ten miles, and be at your destina- tion in time for dinner.” Eleven o’clock, one pleasant morn- ing) later, in) September, )foumd Joli and I each with a forty-pound pack on his back, tramping along a dusty road nine miles from Dismal Lake. We had traveled six miles since leaving the train, two hours before. A short dis- tance back, we had been informed that the lake was nine miles from the mill, which we could see just ahead of us. That did not conform with our city friend’s idea of distance. le seemed, also, to have been a poor judge of the weight of a pack. We stopped at the miller’s house and purchased some sandwiches. After our meal we con- tinued our journey. 166 Our course now was a narrow road, winding snake-like up the side of the mountain. South of us, across a deep, thickly wooded valley, through which an invisible stream ‘roared, was) the beginning of another range, higher than the one on which we were. Many times during our ascent we halted for rest, or to quench our thirst at one of - the numerous little streams that came from the dark recesses of the woods, to our right. It was) nearly four oiclock)wulen foot-sore, weary and with aching backs, we feached the summit.) Wihtemyione considers that our packs . weighed nearly a third of our own weight, one can easily imagine our condition. A charcoal-burner’s hut marked the end of the wagon road. The occupant, of whom we asked directions, looked at us pityingly, and said: “Guess you fellers came far ‘nough for one day. Better stay with me to- night; you'll feel more like walkin’ in the mornin.” We thanked him, but said we were determined to camp at the lake that might; at least J saidwe were pane glanced at John, hopime heid demu He did not.) Pride is a good thinsiite have, sometimes. “It’s a good two mile over there, and there ain’t no road; but if yer bound to go, Pll show yer the way.” We turned to the left, as our infor- mant directed, and followed a crooked path, obstructed in many places by bowlders and fallen trees, down the side of the mountain. Several times our packs caught on bushes or over- hanging boughs, and we were thrown violently backward. Scratched and bruised, we reached the creek, up which we pursued our way, stepping from stone to stone, or wading in the shal- Od eee OYE) i) low places, until we came to where it pent sHarply to the right. Nearly ex- hausted and staggering under our heavy burdens, we turned to the left, climbed a densely wooded slope and stumbled along its summit. John, who was several yards in advance of me, called back that he had reached the burnt woods. That proved we were going in the right direction and that the lake was not far away. When I joined him, -we decided to leave our packs where they were, until we had located the lake. The sun was setting when we started. We had ad- vanced but a short distance when we came to where the ground sloped grad- ually to the valley below. I laid on the ground and peered intently through the fast darkening woods, and there, not five hundred feet below us, I saw Dis- imal Wake. Vieiean enersy born of hope, we hurried back to our outfit, slung it on our tired shoulders and twenty minutes later were at our destination. A few feet back from the water’s eigemwe aied to start a fire. The wood was wet and the ground was soggy. Gathering our few possessions in our blankets, we carried them back to the shelter of the trees, deposited them at the foot of an oak and went in search of dry wood. Whenever we stumbled over anything, we'd stop and examine it; if it was burnable, we'd carry it back to where we intended ta start our fire. While I fried, or rather, “burned” the bacon, made a pot of what was sup- posed to be coffee and opened a can of beans, John set about erecting a log and brush shelter, from ideas which he had obtained from some book. Need- less to say, my culinary duties were performed under great difficulty. Whenever I tried to turn the bacon, I, either burned my hands or got my eyes filled with smoke; sometimes both. Then, the moment I left the fire, the coffee would boil over, sending a cloud of steam and ashes skyward. Where CAMP LIFE 167 the steam went, I don’t know, but the ashes invariably found their way into the frying-pan. When the bacon was done, IJ re- moved it from the pan, into a tin plate, which I set on a log near the fire. The moment I let go of it, it toppled over. I picked up all I could find, brushed the dirt from it and returned it to the plate, which I placed on a more solid foundation. -When I emptied the can of beans into the frying pan, the hot grease spattered on my face and hands, nearly causing me to lose my grasp on the handle. I held on, however, and placed the mess on the fire. A's soon as it was warm, I set it to one side and began to lay the supper things. Meanwhile, John was building his shelter) fiom tie) imlays blackness or the woods came the sound of his axe~. chop—chop—chop—a crash; then the struggle through the underbrush with nicmwmichin followed -by- the veny, is Sippemineady.. | View ate last | ‘Same moned him, his first act, on emerging from the darkness, was to step in the pan of beans; his second, to show me a pair of hands, beautifully decorated with blisters. We decided to open another can of beans and eat them cold. As we were about to begin our meal, the stillness of the night was broken by a loud bel- low. We seized our rifles and sprang ie oli Heer. Ibess Ween qayyeminy west away, and coming toward us, was the Mesh Specimen or tie) ull tatty have ever. seen. Behind him, we counted nine others. At the circle of light from our fire, he stopped, pawed the ground, bellowed and shook his head angrily in our direction. John and I immediately dropped our rifles and sought safety among the top- most branches of nearby trees. Our unwelcome guest circled our roost sev- eral times, stopping frequently to gaze up at us, and show his displeasure. The others kept at a respectful distance. When he seemed satisfied that we were Out ob hismreach’ tor the present, he 168 strode majestically over to our supper table (which was a blanket spread on the ground), surveyed it thoughtfully for a few minutes, and then, with a dis- eusted grunt, he walked away, fol- lowed by his brothers. We watched them as they slowly wended their way along the moon-lit shore of the lake, until they disappeared in the woods beyond. We climbed from the trees as fast as our stiffened limbs would allow us, and re-kindled)the tires) )he bacon was cold and hard, the coffee was like ice water, and we were shivering. John warmed his hands over the blaze, then looked at his watch; it was nearly twenty minutes to eleven. Two hours up in a tree, with no protection from the cold but thin flannel shirts! _ We thawed out the bacon, heated the coffee, and were about to resume our meal when the bulls returned. Rather than spend the remainder of the night up im) a tree, we tried to) dive them away with stones. Our scheme partly succeeded; that is, we drove them away but they always came back. This is how we spent the next hour: mouth- ful of supper, then get up and shy a stone. That might have been) the pro- etam for the might had’ not) john thought of a scheme. He opened several cartridges on a piece! ot dim, paper, and set it my tme place where our friends usually stopped when! they (called. When cutting) the corner from his blanket, he soaked it in grease and tied it on a long pole. When the bulls appeared, we waited until the leader, who was several yards in advance of the others, was near the powder. While I attracted his atten- tion and at the same time maneuvered so as to get him over our “infernal machine” without stepping on it, John circled to the rear, lit his torch, thrust it far forward and ignited the powder. There was a blinding flash, followed immediately by a hoarse bellow, and the sound of a heavy body crashing through the underbrush. RECREATTOIN A second ‘before my companion touched off the powder, I sprang be- hind a large tree, and so escaped being run down by the maddened beast. Guess, thatil) hold hina ito, ayiaiies Observed || John.) delistatediyii 3 tlie ifiends have one, too.) I MeokedWour into the moonlight; not a bull was in sight. “Now, that our guests have de- parted, we may as well go into our cabin and go to bed,” said I. John eyed me quizzically. “Do you mean that for sarcasm?” he asked, slowly. “I don’t see how you can think my remark sarcastic, when I heard you back in the woods, chopping, while I was getting supper ready.” | Come) and) take a) look a) catcuuine: seizing a burning stick from the fire, and preceding me into the darkness. Out of respect for my friend, I will simply state that his cabin reminded me of a cabbage-crate that had been struck by a bomb shell. Taking our blankets a short distance from the fire, in the hope that, should the bulls return, they would not see us, we laid on the ground and tried to sleep. We might as well have been in cold-storage. Back to the fire we went, threw on a few sticks, and made a second attempt to sleep. It was use- less. As soon as one of us would get in a doze, the other would call to him that there were sparks on his blanket. To sleep near the fire meant to be cre- mated; to sleep away from it meant to freeze. The only safe course was to stay awake and wait for daylight. We waited. O, the joys of camp life; the musical hoot of the owl, the sweet intonations of the wild-cat; ah, me! all that was lacking to make it a paradise was the croak of the frogs and the buzzing of. affectionate mosquitoes. Finally, a faint streak of white ap- peared along the top of the ridge to our left; it was the coming of day—and with it came the bulls. What followed WV eNO DC SmMiS Oy was but a repetition of the night be- fore. When I was seated on the projecting limb of a tree, about thirty feet from the ground, | had a good chance to note our surroundings. - Dismal Lake was aptly named; that ieetic disiial part ot it was. It the person who named it could see in it anything resembling a lake, he had bet- ter eyes than I have. Dismal Swamp would have been more appropriate. The lake, which was a quarter of a mile in circumference, and had an average depth of not more than two feet, was surrounded by high, heavily-wooded mountains. To our right, a little bab- bling brook entered; and directly in front of us, on the opposite side of the lake, a similar stream flowed from it. Bordering the lake, from the water’s edge to the woods (a distance of twenty-five feet), was a marsh. I called to John, who was in a nearby Peenmarcning: the bulls: “1 think the best thing for us to do is to get away from here as soon as we can, and find some place where we can cook our breakfast undisturbed. ina) about starved.” fee tau le tie, replied. “We can't cook, eat, hunt or fish. I don’t know of anything to keep us here—unless it’s the bulls.” As our enemies were at a safe dis- tance, we descended from our perches and packed our outfit. Then, skirting the east shore of the lake to its outlet, we followed its rugged, winding course for perhaps a mile. Presently, we met another streain; and at the junction of the two was a miniature sandy beach, on which the sun’s rays smiled fondly. It proved irresistible. We threw our- selves on the warm sand. Before we realized onr actions, we were stripped and splashing about in the cool, clear water. After our bath, we drew on only shirt and trousers. An hour later, we were eating our first substantial meal since leaving home, thirty-six hours Defore. The bacon was burned, the CAMP LIFE 169 rice was tough, but it was a decided improvement on our former attempts. We threw the dirty dishes at the foot Ot a tree ta: be washed later, Our blankets we spread on the warm sand and a few moments later my chum and [I were in dreamland. When I awoke it was dark. I rubbed MV Neves aAnGdiysar i Up MiuN COL tain SiMUCH MyM LAceu i inedened tor mimaly clothes! ibutcould met) tind then: Throwing off my blanket, I arose to my feet and continued the search; step- ping on sharp stones, and numerous twigs, and stubbing my toes at every step. My exclamations of delight (?) awakened my comrade. He joined me. Crawling and walking, alternately, we groped for our clothes. A _ half- hour later, we found them—soaked. After wringing out the surplus water, we put them on. ) Weh ti came ohnis voice from) the darkness, “but these trousers have shrunk.” As our matches were wet, we could not start a fire. If we could have read ier punt MNOUi) idlow | to) ccome ja Camper, in Six Lessons,’ no. doubt we could have learned just what to do about it. Meanwhile, the rain came down steadily. We found our wet blankets, squeezed out as much water as we could, wrapped them around us, aad With Woun" backs)/aevainst a )jtree)) pre- pared to spend the night. Soaked to the skin, and shivering with the cold, we sat there in a semi-conscious condi- tion all through the long night. To- ward morning the rain ceased, but the dark clouds threatened another heavy storm. When daylight appeared, we crawled from our blankets and discovered that we were wearing each other’s trousers. Our provisions were scattered over the wet ground and utterly ruined. The tin dishes were lying here and there, half filled with water. Taking only our blankets and rifles, we forded the swollen stream and struck through the woods, beine care- 170 RECREATION ful to keep parallel to the stream. Our “Vest Pocket Guide” told us that water always flowed somewhere. At every step the water oozed from our shoes; atthe “least gar; jour blanket irells emitted water, which soaked through our flannel shirts and trickled down our backs. Three hours later, we came to a small wooden bridge that spanned the creek. Turning to the left, we followed a nar- row wagon road. Our feet were so sore that we walked on the sides of the soles of our shoes, or on the heels. Wet, weary and splashed from head to foot with mud, we finally came to a farmhouse. The farmer lent us some dry clothes and gave us a substantial dinner, dur- ing which we gave him an account of our experiences. When we mentioned the” bulls, our) host "became anany: “Wihy didn’t you stop them?” he ex- clammed: | lf) know) them | bulls andi al know the man that owns ‘em. He’s the meanest old rascal in this part of the country. le Jets his critters) eam Ay (Pe over the mountains, from early in the fall till long towards Christmas.” The next morning we drove five miles ‘to the’ train, When) we \iook leave of our host, we offered to pay for his) trouble, (but he ‘retused) te) accems anything. We thanked him warmly,. and at Christmas time proved that our appreciation was genuine. Karly that evening we arrived in the City, and )made a) bee*lime.) tom mele house of the friend (?) who told us about “Dismal Lake.” “Tf he can’t give a satisfactory ex- planation of why he sent us up there, Lim ome) ton lick Win sandiaema, wrathfully. When we came to the house, our friend answered the bell, and John de- manded the explanation. > Well) said ner youl tellonvcmmlacal ‘been bothering me so about camping, that I decided to) give you) aydosestnar would last you for several seasons— and 1 euess live, been sulceescmilaaiine added, laughing, | Tien) he) (slamammee the door. DOR OB oN NE By MYRTLE CONGER Thy presence sweet, like scent of orient myrrh, The atmosphere of all my thoughts, pervad- est. When I would spring, sing of flowers and To sing of thee, they presence sweet, per- suadest. Ten thousand other fancies come to me, Suggesting fairer worlds with heart-Deats, fearsome, Before thy name, they flee in sname, Lo! sing I never but of thee—my meer- schaum. iH} (( N Wf) AM AY ) Wey AMI Kl ip a fl } NW PAY as (ar. \ », > j i Pa Wie “i x \ \ \\ f l SONS OF DANIEL BOONE, In the last number I promised to tell how to have a gander plucking without any un- comfortable experiences on the part of the gander. To do this we must have an arti- ficial gander. Have your mother sew a piece of canvas up in egg shape or the form of a modern football, to be stuffed with ex- celsior or shavings or any old thing which will fill the body out nice and plump. Make THE NECK OF THE GOOSE of the form of a girl’s stocking and stuff it tightly enough so that it will hold itself more or less erect. The foot of the stock- ing will be the head of the goose. This must be sewn to the body, that is, to the egg-shaped bag, very securely with waxed linen thread. The whole thing should be made strong enough to withstand the rough usage to which it will be subjected. After it is all complete and the festival day of the fort has arrived, erect a post, about the size of an ordinary fence post, and see that it is securely planted in the ground. On the top of the post nail a plank, tie your goose to the plank with string that may be broxen by a hearty pull, but which will hold it securely when an ordinary jerk is applied. Cover the goose’s neck from where it joins the body, up over its head, with A THICK COATING OF SOFT SOAP or vaseline or lard, soft soap being the best material for this purpose. Then let each member of the fort mount his bicycle and ride by, one after the other, at full speed, each rider as he passes the gander making a grab at his neck and trying to tear it from its lashings on the post without falling from his bicycle or checking his speed. You will find this a very amusing and at the same time strenuous sort of sport. Only those should engage in it who can ride their bi- cycle with sufficient skill to prevent a bad spill, But, if you are in a section of the country not suited to bicycles, or do not happen to possess wheels or are not ex- pert riders, you can lay out a hundred yard course for running and then allow the com- petitors to try and snatch the gander from his perch as they dash by at full speed. Usually the only result when one has grasped the goose’s neck is for the hand to slip off with a*noise that we can only spell, —a-w-r-k,—which is disappointing to the contestant but highly amusing to the spec- tators, wel THE TURKEY SHOOT The turkey shoot was another feature of the old backwoodsmen’s sport, and while they were accustomed to tie a live turkey by its leg to a peg driven in the ground, and then shoot at it with their long, double- triggered “Kaintuck” rifles, it is not neces- sary for us to subject the poor turkey to the necessary wounds inflicted by bad marksmen. But we can make. AN ARTIFICIAL TURKEY as we did the artificial gander. Only, in this case, it need not necessarily be made so strong, and may even be made of paper pasted together and stuffed with excelsior. In fact, the paper turkey would be better than a cloth one or a real one to disclose the accuracy of the marksmen, as the bul- let marks would be more easily discernible. But if you find it at all difficult to make a paper turkey and stuff it with excelsior, you can substitute in its place one cut out @f a piece of paste board, card board or bristol board and stuff by tacking it to a piece of ordinary board, sharpened at the bottom so it can be driven into the ground and make the turkey stand erect. ‘This may be used as a target for rifle practice, archery, cross bow or any of the weapons used by boys. THE EYE OF THE TURKEY. should be well marked, as that answers for the bull’s eye of the target and counts the most to the marksman. Divide the neck by lines drawn across it into three spaces below the head. The eye counts ten, the head counts nine, the first section of the neck counts eight, the second section seven, the third section six, and the crop or breast of the turkey five, the middle of the tur- key four, the rump of the turkey three, the tail or legs one and a miss, of course, counts nothing. In case you use fire arms, it is DANIEL BOONE’S DUTY to see that the target is placed below a bank of earth, a bare hillside or some sim- ilar object, which will prevent any danger from the bullets to passers by. Also, that no one shall stand anywhere near the tar- get when it is in use. Davy Crockett should run to the target after each shot, call out the number and return to his place at the 172 taw line before the next shot is fired. Daniel Boone ana Davy Crockett should be the policemen on this occasion and demand and insist that these regulations shall be carried out to the letter. We not only want no accident ever to happen through carelessness to any of the Sons of Daniel Boone or their friends, but we wish them to set an example which will be followed by other boys, and thus lessen the danger and the number of accidents which are constantly happening because of the handling of fire arms by untrained and undrilled boys and men. FLY FISHING IN ANCIENT TIMES In February we begin to pull over our rods and look over our flies, examine our reels and by various other little acts show that our mind is beginning to wander from our occupation, ‘business or professional, to the brooks. By April, there is something in- side of us which snaps and, after that has happened a dollar is no longer the size of a cart wheel, business obligations no longer have the serious aspect they formerly had. In fact, there is nothing so serious to us as the question of whether we can take a few days off in which to cast the fly and the question as to what the possible results of our cast will be. Some cynic has said, in speaking of fish- ermen’s stories, and to the question as to why they are doubted by the angler’s audi- ence: “An answer to this problem Is what I greatly wish, Does fishing make men liars? Or do only liars fish?” The inference one must draw from this little verse is plainly a libel on the sons of Izaak Walton, for everybody who has met these genial gentlemen, knows that their word would carry more weight in court than that of any bunch of business men who never fish who could be brought before the jury. Speaking of casting the fly; it is inter- esting to note that the ancients were ad- dicted to this method of fishing and, ac- cording to the Cincinnati Enquirer a minute description of the artificial fly as used by Macedonian anglers is given by Aflian, a Greek writer of the third century, as fol- lows: “Between Berea and Thessalonica there flows a river, Astraeus by name, and there are in it fishes of a spotted color, but by what name people of those parts call them it is better to ask Macedonians. “At any rate these fish live upon the na- tive flies which fall into the river and are like no flies of any other part, one would neither call them wasplike in appearance, RECKR EA RON nor would one reply to a question that this creature is formed like what we call the bumble bees, nor yet like the honey bees themselves. “In audacity it is like a fly, in size it might be called a bumble bee, in color it rivals the wasp and it buzzes like the honey bee. All common creatures of this sort are called horse tails. “These pitch upon the stream to seek the food they affect, but cannot help being seen by the fish, which swim underneath. “So whenever one of them sees the fly floating he comes sofitly, swimming under the water, afraid of disturbing the surface and so scaring away his game. Then he comes near the shady side of the fly, gapes and sucks him in just like a wolf snatching a sheep from the fold or an eagle a goose from the yard. This done he disappears beneath the ripple. “The fishermen understand these maneu- vers, but they do not make any use of these flies for a bait for the fish, for if the hu- man hand lays hold of them they lose their natural color, their wings fray and they become uneatable tto the fish. “So with angling craft they outwit the fish, devisiny a sort of lure against them. They lap a lot of reddish wool round the hook and to the wool two cock’s feathers which grow under the wattels and are brought to the proper color with wax. The rod is from six to ten feet long and the horsehair line has the same length. “They lower the lure. The fish is attracted by the color, excited, draws close, and, judg- ing from its beautiful appearance that it will obtain a marvelous banquet, forthwith opens its mouth, but is caught by the hook and bitter, indeed, is the feast it has, inasmuch as it is captured.” I am afraid that my editorials are not al- ways carefully read. In the July number, under the head of “The Disgraceful Side Hunt,’ I make a plea for certain hawks, and, probably because I ended that plea by saying that if the people did not learn better “they will learn to their sorrow that they can not interfere with Nature’s buzzsaw without se- rious consequences to themselves; and then, indeed, they will all sit down to a feast at which the agriculturists and the merchants depending upon the district will be com- pelled to eat crow.” Because I said this, many of my readers have jumped at the conclusion that I wanted them to protect the crow. I can not say much for the crow as a wild bird; but as probably no other bird in Amer- ica is better known than this shiny, black imp, it is unnecessary for me to say anything further against him. However, I want to here correct the readers so that they will not continue to flood RECREATION and me personally with letters denouncing the crow and asking why I spoke in his favor. The I am afraid that DAN BEARD most 1 have said for this bird is that he makes one of the most amusing pets of any creature I have ever domesticated, and prob- ably that is the best that can be said for him. Now, for all those people who must kill something, whose instincts are for blood, I will say, for goodness’ sake, go out and shoot crows. You will find them a diffi- cult quarry. They will test your skill and their plumage will be much more appropri- ate for your wife's hat than that of birds whose use to humanity is undoubted or of those who are an ornament to our field and pastures or which fill the woods with their songs. Speaking of eating crows, I am told that the squabs or nestlings are not unpalatable, and, although I have personally eaten alli- gator, skunks, muskrats, musk turtles, ’coons, *possum, Rocky Mountain goat and other creatures’ of strong habits, I have never yet eaten young crow. If any of my readers wish to experiment in this line, I can say, as far as my observation goes, the young crows are fed with clean food and, all preju- dice aside, I really see no reason why they should not make a palatable dish. Regarding the food of adult crows, it may be of interest to many readers to know that although I have had five or six pet crows and kept some of them for many years, | have never known one of these birds to eat carrion or corn, the reason being that they could always secure food which was much more palatable and to their liking. From this I am led to believe that the crows only eat carrion when they can secure no other food. In this propensity, the records of shipwrecked people and parties lost in the woods show that man does not differ from the crow, and, when the latter is starving, he will not stop because the food may have the odor of Rochefort or Camembert cheese. I have an idea that if the crow did not see the farmer put the grains of corn into the ground it would not pull them up. Every pet bird of this kind that I ever owned would immediately search out and pull out any ob- ject which I buried in the ground or at- tempted in any manner to conceal. What ReEcREATION is trying to do is not to defend Jim Crow, but to cause a discussion and a consequent investigation on the part of its readers into the habits of birds stuch as the red-tailed hawks, for instance, which are commonly supposed to be injurious to the farmers, but which our best-informed ‘men tell us are a benefit to the agricultural people. REMINDED OF HIS TOAD Editor RE&cREATION : Your very interesting article, with its splendid illustrations on the toad, in the Oc- AND ABT LD Mie ONES 173 tober number of RecreATION, particularly appealed to me. In your drawings | could see the “counterfeit presentment” of a toad that has been my special pet for the past five years. Up to about a month ago my toad lived like a king in the backyard, regaling himself, as was his wont, on the choice tid-hbits of insect life that flourished among the plants. He grew into a ponderous fellow, and such was his confidence in his surrowndings that he would see little danger in hopping slug- gishly. along at the very feet of his human acquaintance. Even our big, black dog was treated with supercilious indifference, much to that canine’s sniffing disgust. Occasionally Mr. Toad would play an in- teresting part in a performance that afforded our visiting friends a great deal of amuse- ment. Mr. Toad enjoyed having his back scratched. With a long stick I would slowly stroke the warty protuberances on his spinal column. He would flatten out like a fat pancake, never making a single move to es- cape, and to all appearances having the time of his life. But one day, a month ago, Toady got into diserace) his its how ite came, anoul: lL constructed a fountain in the rear yard last summer, in which were placed some gold- fish. One moonlight night, happening to look into the water, lo and behold! There. WaAsweiian Moade: lis) Diee broad), tace and bulging eyes looking up at me the very pic- ture of trouble. It was manifest that he was trying to get out of the water, but a high, steep and slimy wall made this impossible. On further examination I was quite taken aback to see in his mouth a little gold-fish, wriggling and squirming to escape, Toady was looking directly at me and seemed to say, or I could easily imagine him saying, “Please, Mr. Back-scratcher, help me out with this dainty morsel.” Now, instead of being amused I was filled vavinelal | yireeuclaly) aye thm! aonb, aiichnay anqiearel Ieee once espied a harmful creature, that would soon deplete the animal life in the fountain. I made haste to catch him up with a net, and with firm set lips, conveyed the poach- ing rascal out into the alley, where I dumped hima block away. Ul hated’ to’ do it) but 1 realized it must be done or good-bye to the gold-fish. How such a slow-moving fellow could capture a quick, swimming fish was a puzzle. No doubt, after climbing to the top of the fountain wall, he had seen the fish passing temptingly ‘by. It was too much for Toady, and in he went, all bent on catching the fish, very much like human beings, who so frequently fall into temptation without figuring on after results. Fred. S. Crofoot, Detroit, Mich. ZZ Z h | | | | t\\ IN ne FROM AN UNDER SHERIFF Editor RECREATION: I have heard the pistol, pro and con so much I have decided to write you my ideas from actual experience, although I was not an habitual “pistol toter’ until three years ago, when I was appointed Under Sheriff of this county. I have since carried pistol and rifle many a thousand miles. First it depends what a man wants to use a pistol for. I] can not understand what a man would want with anything less than 32-20 sinokeless. All they are good for would be to do accidental killing of some member of his family or friends. To my idea, of the all-around pis- tol, there are only three, namely, the 32-20 smokeless on a 45 frame; the 32 Colt’s auto- Matic, oOrtie) Luger automatic! Me euger has the greatest penetration, with soft point bullets. The Colt’s automatic and 32-20 are about the same. . The old black powder 44 or 45 is a back number here, too much load for the weight of the iron. The 32-20 on 45 frame has nro kick, and both the auto- matics put the recoil in your grip, where the old 45 or 44 tried to mark your face, and very few men can do accurate shooting with them; but I think anyone, with practice, could be a good marksman with any one of ae COnair Mcee. Now as to weight; it seems any of them are not too heavy. Of course, the 32-20 is the heaviest of them all. Last month, when On) my, annual bunt Cl heeh my yeanlemevety, season), I had wounded a big blacktail, but he was trying to get away, and was al- most at the top of a very steep mountain, and every yard he made down that steep hill- side meant labor to get him back. I got up close, and in order to put hin entirely out of business, I shot him with my Luger from behind, square between the horns, using a soit point bullet. It went entirely through. Last year I shot a buck that dressed 160 pounds, just as it was getting dusk. The old buck went: down like a ton of bricks. I went up to bleed him, but when I took hold of him he got up, and as it was too dark to use my rifle, and I had seven loads in my ucern i emptied it—four shots taking effect at a distance not to exceed 100 yards for the longest shot. One of those bullets struck just behind the leit shoulder, ranging a little forward, the jacket remained inside but the lead going entirely through. Now for accuracy and penetration no one need to i ii il il) TT one ji LAE NC NW we \ \ rea ae yyy si perigee roa of Ae Mah tl pee he ees Wn. LZ PANY AnD | Aisa hunt further. For killing use a soft point; for target use the) full) mantel bullets have shot ground hogs or Rocky Mountain wood- chuck, and prairie dogs, with soft points, and actually shot their entrails entirely out, and I have done the same thing with or friend the coyote. Felix Alston, Big Horn, Wyo. THE 38-55 Editor RECREATION: Find enclosed $1.00 for Recreation. In the June number I wrote an article on the 38-55. Since then I have had many inquiries; at first I tried to answer them, but gave it up at last. Having returned from my annual hunting trip in the north and having had some more experience with big game, I can more than reaffirm what I said in June in regard to the power of the 38-55H.-P. smokeless shells, soft point, on deer. I shot ‘deer by the) side) of jayamanmusine: the 30-30, consequently I know what I am talking about. In answer to ome of those that were inquiring about the small load, I found them perfection for partridge, shoot- ing them in the head. I would pump the big load out and slip a miniature load in the barrel. My miniature load shoots with the same trajectory as the Fi-P at short range.) 1 \chese) tie viaglin 1893 model % magazine, 7% pounds weight, on account of its simple and sure action and its accuracy, and the 38-55 H.-P. for its smashing power, and the straight shell, which makes it the best shell to reload (the bottle neck being a nuisance). I take the ordinary shell and can reload it a thousand times or more with the miniature load I build. I use smokeless Primers U.M.C., 6% or 24 W., according to the shell. I put about 5 grains Infallible Shotgun Smokeless loose in the shell and a bullet weighing about 190 grains that fits the barrel (which is impor- tant) to make it gas tight. I lubricate well, and set the bullet in the shell without crimp- ing. Bullet No. 37585-166 gr. Is a good one. Ideal No. 3, special tool, is the best, with its double adjustable chamber and muzzle re- sizer—I sometimes have to enlarge the noz- zle of shell to let the bullet in. With this powder you never have to clean the shells, and I use the pure lead, as the twist is so slow you do not need to harden the bullet. GUNS) AUN I find this little load extremely accurate up to 100 yards, and the cost to me is about $3.75 per 1,000 shots. I use Infallible Smokeless because it seems to’ me to shoot cleaner than Dupont. I use gasoline to clean my guns with as it cuts the fouling. I wipe dry and then finish with good oil. V. E. Covert, Leslie, Mich. MODEST MR. HAINES Editor RECREATION : December RECREATION just received and al- though I sent in a short note regarding the intended kindness of my friend, Mr. De An- gelis, in suggesting that the new revolver, if made, be called the “Haines model,’ a few additional remarks may not be out of order. I fully appreciate Mr. De Angelis’ efforts in my behalf, but I fear that the efforts of Mr. Lowdermilk, who has worked along the same lines as myself, are being sadly overlooked. Let us do our best, in a legitimate way, to get the guns manufactured, and if the manu- facturérs ask for suggestions for a name I will gladly suggest one but it would hardly be the “Haines model.” The method by which it is expected to get manufacturers awakened to the fact that this gun is wanted and will meet quite a ready sale has been clearly outlined in several mag- azines, but as there seems a grave danger that by asking for too much we may defeat the very purpose desired, I would suggest that, as has been stated by manufacturers, one calibre is all that they would be apt to produce, that we ask only for the one—.38 S. & W. Special. This, it seems to me, would come nearer meeting the wants of the ma- jority than any other one calibre that could be suggested. This gun, if made in same lengths and weights as the present double action Colt’s and Smith & Wesson’s military revolvers but made single action, would undoubtedly pro- duce the most nearly perfect belt revolver for all who would have use for such a weapon that has ever been placed on the market. The scheme is feasible, and while there are a few who are satisfied with some of the heavy single action guns now to be had, others who prefer the automatic pistol or some of the various makes, models and cali- bres of double action revolvers, it is plainly evident that from the great majority of those who have expressed themselves through the different magazines in which this subject has been discussed that there is a demand, and a large one at that, for the revolver we are asking the factories to turn out and which we are willing and anxious to pay for. The old Colt single action in the large cal- ibres, which were of necessity built on a large frame, was a sticcess and none can truth- fully deny this statement, and in my opinion as well as that of others, the proposed new gun would be no less so in any way. AMMUNITION 175 In point of accuracy the new gun we waut would be unequalled, while the penetration would be all that anyone could ask for, and the single action feature, coupled with its swinging out cylinder, simultaneous ejecting of cartridges, and last, but by no means least, the old Colt single action stock and ham- mer, would complete the description of a weapon that in every way could safely be called THE IDEAL GUN. Ashley A. Haines, Salmon Arm, B. C. RIFLE CLEANING Editor RecreATION: _ Occasionally I hear a “wail of woe,” aris- ing from the dire calamity of rust in rifles. The latest, from Brother W. F. Johnson, New York City. I will state my experience and “sure cure.” I had a splendid rifle rust and pit badly from letting it go dirty after one shoot from a certain kind of powder. The rifle was utterly worthless six months after the rust first appeared, although I took good care of it after I first found it. The whole expense of having “my beauty” rebored (from .22-.15.-60-.34-inch barrel to .28-.30-.120 31-inch barrel I had the barrel cut of three inches) was about twelve dol- lars, owing to the great distance to the fac- tory, quite a dear lesson for a working man, even trond) the mancial view. As soon as) 1 discovered the rust I adapted the following plan to save my other rifle, which is also a special arm of great beauty and efficiency. I took ordinary knitting yarn and twisted and doubled it into a small rope that fit very snugly in the barrel; this I keep saturated MatlMvasclime sometimes! adding 320 in 1, (Or any good oil. The rope should be about one inch longer than the barrel. I attach to this rope a small strong string with a bullet of smaller calibre than the bore of the rifle, drop the bullet then from the breech, draw the oiled yarn rope through the barrel, al- lowing the end stop just inside the chamber, wrap the small string with the bullet on around the muzzle of the rifle and lay it away without any fear. J contend that the woolen rope allows air to circulate through the barrel, and the presence of so much oil keeps out any rusting influence. lLeastwise I have kept one rifle four years in beautiful condition thereby, and my unfortunate one is ueZOoaMson lan) irom the) same iiteatiment, This may seem too much trouble for some careless gunners, but after a little practice one can manipulate the combination with- Ou any, sued los on trouble!) 7 i) williadd, however, the rifle should be cleaned after each. shooting as soon’ as’ possible’: ) clean with a buckskin string, with a small string and bullet, as above described, using any ordinary rag for a swab. I seldom change swabs. I would advise Brother Johnson against any wire brush or other metal, ex- cept lead inside your rifle barrel, after using 176 the buckskin string and ordinary rag for a cleaner for a while, until getting accus- tomed to it. No practical hunter or shooter would use anything else, as you can carry it so nicely in your pocket and always ready for use. I would caution to always draw the swab first through the muzzle, in order to get the proper sized swab, as one is liable to start from chamber and choke from too large a swab. The string should also be of the best buckskin, or other leather equally as strong. After some little practice this proves a very cheap, quick, safe and abso- lutely sure way to-care for a rifle. Yes, of course, I am a crank. Lebanon, Ore. L. R. Henderson. WHAT MILITARY MEN THINK Editor RECREATION: Perhaps the following quotation from the annual report. of the Chief of Ordnance for the year ending June 30, 1905, may interest some of your readers: “It 1s anticipated that the experiments for determining a design and calibre of revolver bullet which will possess sufficient stopping power and shock effect will be completed at an early date. Results of the tests so far made would seem to indicate that no bullet having a calibre less than .45 can be found to fulfill the requirements imposed.” ‘The ital- ics are my own. YT. Sperling, Brooklyn, N. Y:- WANTS NO METAL-PATCHED Uaiea ND Yo Sth Mees 1005: Editor RECREATION: The case against the metal-patched bullet is much stronger than you give it credit for being in your comment on my letter in the December number. It has been proven pos- sible to get excellent results with very high- pressure smokeless loads without using the metal patch Mr. W. A. WLinkletter has evolved a high-power smokeless load with cast bullet and lubricated paper patch for his 40-90 Winchester single-shot, that he justly calls a “world beater.” Dr. W. G. Hudson, with the assistance of Mr. Barlow, of the Ideal Manufacturing Co., has produced ex- cellent smokeless loads, using cast bullets, combining great accuracy with fairly high velocity, and it is said that the lubricated wire-patched bullet made by the National Projectile Works has all the advantages of the metal patch and has no injurious effect upon the rifling. If this is true—and it is attested by many who have used it—this bul- let will undoubtedly drive the metal patch out of the market. However that may be, there can be no ex- cuse for using metal-patched bullets in low- power, smokeless cartridges that do not dif- fer from black-powder loads in velocity. And all low-power central-fire smokeless rifle RECREATION cartridges, with two exceptions, are loaded with metal-patched bullets. Manufacturers claim that they can not obtain satisfactory results with cast bullets in these cartridges. But they forget to be consistent. The .43 Spanish Remington smokeless cartridge, as made by the Winchester Repeating Arms Co. today, uses a plain lead bullet. The powder charge of this cartridge is equivalent in en- ergy to seventy-seven grains of black powder. If smokeless powder in charges equivalent in energy to seventy-seven grains of black pow- der can be used with a plain lead bullet, why on earth can’t 45-70, 40-72, 38-55, 32-40 and other low-power smokeless loads be furnished with lead bullets? They can be, and if the users of these cartridges care enough about the welfare of their rifle-barrels they will be, for the manufacturers would feel compelled to supply a general demand. To return to the question of metal-patched bullets for revolvers, it is to the credit of the cartridge manufacturers that all smokeless revolver cartridges except the .32, .38 and .44 W. C. F., use plain lead bullets. The pres- sure necessary to force a hard, unyielding, cylindrical, unlubricated metal-patched bullet to take the rifling would be infinitely greater than that necessary for a soft, cannulated and lubricated lead bullet. And this tremen- dously increased pressure would be exerted on the weakest part of the revolver’s struc- ture—the joint between the cylinder and the barrel. Colt and Smith & Wesson revolvers will stand a tremendous amount of abuse and yet work well—their strength and durability are wonderful — but the metal-patched bullet would be the straw to break the camel’s back. P. De Angelis. WANTS A GOOD HOLSTER Editor, RECREATION : I have been buying your magazine at the news stands and have been reading the dis- cussions on the “Ideal Belt Gun” with great interest. That is my hobby. Have been using most all of the heavy guns, 38, 44, 45, etc., but have had better success and like the 38 Special Officer’s model Colt’s better than any I have ever used: For short range and indoor practice I re- load shells with full size bullet and halt- charges of ‘“Semi-smokeless’ powder (King’s), and find that it generally shoots where you hold it. I wish either you or some of your readers would tell me where I can get an “ideal belt and holster” for this same gun, one that is made of some soft dark brown or black leather, that won’t sound as if you were a walking harness shop. I have tried both in Chicago and St. Louis to buy such a holster or to have one made, but can find none nor any one that will make one. J. P. Allen, Jr., Greencastle; and GUNS AND REBROWNING Editor, RECREATION : I shall be very obliged if you can give me a receipt for browning gun barrels. I have one, have tried it, and am sorry to say failed badly; mine is, I ounce tincture . of muriate of iron, I ounce nitric ether, 4 scruples sulphite of copper, 34 pint of rain water; clean the barrels thoroughly with fine emery powder if rusted, then wash the barrels with boiling water, soap and brush; be careful and not let your hands touch the barrels whilst drying them, as any grease prevents the mixture from taking; apply mixture with a sponge fastened to a stick, twelve hours after application inmmerse the barrels in turpentine water for about an hour, then give them a good rubbing with a piece of hard cloth; if one application is not enough, put on a second. My barrels turned a ligkt rust color. I them put 3 im i oil, and now they have a terrible coat of rust. Cleaned and oiled them to-day, a couple of days after they are just as bad with rust. Hoping that you will be able to help us, and wishing you every suc- cess, Cy@onnells Trinidad, BW. PY. Amateurs very rarely succeed in rebrown- ing barrels. It would seem as though you had not stopped the action of the acids in the mixture. A more thorough boiling in a larger quantity of water might have pre- vented the rust.—Ebp1iTor. IN FAVOR OF THE .38 Editor RECREATION: I have been reading with much interest the different articles on the belt revolver in your magazine for the past few months. I am delighted to know that so many besides myself are interested in getting out a new and better revolver than we have ever had on the market. I have a few words to say im fegard to the .38 special. I am the happy owner of a .38 military model Smith & Wesson revolver with a five-inch barrel, and I have yet to see a revolver that will excel it in accuracy or penetration. the only use I have for it is target practice, and to use on different camping trips. In target practice I shoot at an eight bull at 100 yards mostly, and have made a score of forty out of a possible fifty. Six out of the ten were in the bullseye. This shows something about the accuracy of this gun, now as to penetration. I have several times shot it through the four-inch side of a two by four post, and I do not know where it went to after passing through this. You know some people may think that a revolver is supposed to shoot as hard as a Spring- field rifle, but they are mistaken. A pistol that will go through fovs inches of hard About. AMMUNITION 7 Georgia pine wood I believe will mect the re- quirements of what a pistol is used for. The largest game I ever killed with it was a cow, and it only took one shot to do it, too. Now there are a few improvements that can be made on this revolver, and in my mind they are this. Make it with ©. old Army Model Colt’s grip, single action, with less sweep to the hammer than we have on the old Army Model, and with by all means a front cylinder lock, but please don’t pay any .attention to what these different pistol cranks are saying in regard to fancy sights. Why, if a man ever gets used to shooting with the fancy target sights, I daresay that if he ever got in a place where he had to shoot without using sights at all he couldn’t hit a man one out of ten. It gives me the jim- jams to hear them talk about these fancy target sights. The proper way to shoot a pistol is without any sights. Come forth now, brother pistol cranks, and let us hear what you have to say about this new pistol, that I am sure will be the most popular ever put on the market, and I certainly hope they will get out. By the way, was about to leave out one thing. This pistol might be made to take smoke- less powder, which will add greatly to the shooting power of this arm. _ Hoping to see more about this new pistol in the next issue of RECREATION, and wish- ing RECREATION much success, Stuart Johnston, Macon, Ga. WOULD HAVE NONE OF THEM Editor, RECREATION : It is with great interest that I read the articles published in your magazine relative to the “Ideal Gun,’ a single-action Colt, of course. In my opinion, the .44 or .45 calibre S. A. Colt Frontier as it is to-day is far and away above any other arm manufactured, and the only change I would care to have is in the method of ejection. By all means let us have a side-ejector, but for heaven’s sake don’t sacrifice the gun’s good points to get it. There is no reason why a gun should be ruined for the majority because of the few high pressure and fancy sight fiends and oth- ers who are too weak to carry such an arm. To those I recommend the 15 ounce .22 cali- bre gun, either single or double action. To the man who packs a gun at his hip the fear of knocking the sights out of align- ment would become a positive worry, and worry is something none of us want. I prefer a .44 calibre gun, as I use a Marlin carbine of that calibre. and am so saved both expense and trouble. At any rate, me for the new gun as soon as it makes its appearance. E, M. Crafton, Chicago, III. 178 ASKS A FEW QUESTIONS Editor, RECREATION : I wouid like to ask your readers for some information on the following: Is the Browning Automatic shotgun a good shooter, and is it durable? Have heard that it is so complicated that it soon gets out of order. Is the Brayton telescope sight a success, and is it a reliable sight for target and game hunting? Is the Savage .303 rifle a good gun for woodchucks? Of course, I would use the miniature cartridge. What is the best telescope “chuck” shooting? I think the Gun and Ammunition depart- ment is one of the best features of RECREA- TION. J. MB lnick elarnrisyvallle; wea A “DOUBLE ACTION” MAN Editor, RECREATION: As I am a reader of the RECREATION and enjoy it very much, and have had twelve years’ experience with revolvers of all kinds, please permit me to “butt in.” I havelread Minamy letters Mnjpnesand) to what kind of revolver is most suitable for belt and all around purposes. It seems that a large percentage of sportsmen want a sin- gle action revolver that will take the S. & W. cartridge. For what reason it is very dificult for me to find out. In regard to the single and double action, I prefer the double action for all purposes. For target practice and all other practice and for gen- eral usage; 2 believe (one) writer im) ihe Out Door Life” said it was harder to pull the hammer back on the double action than the single action.) a hisiisvemprtnue, wil remember right; but there is very little dif- ference. Some people say that the double action guns hang where they are shot rap- idly, and so some do. But not the Smith & Wesson special. Some say that the cylin- der turns a fraction when the trigger is pulled after being cocked, and so it does, but not the Sse Wey Wi ihave va \.2 Siri Sie VE sight for special, with pearl stock and target sights, biue finish. This is the best revolver for ac- curacy, durability, looks and penetration. RECREATION Now, readers of RecrEATION, I wish to say that the single action for target and other purposes is all O. K. But for defense and quick work, give me the double action instead of the single. Now, to improve this revolver, which I think is superior to all others, I would suggest a rib on top of bar- rel, like the target pistols and others have. This will lower the sight, which I think is rather high, and will make it sufficiently heavy. It will weigh something over two pounds, which I think is heavy enough. Make it of nickel steel, so that it will shoot smokeless powder and soft point or full metal bullet. ‘Then the recoil will be about one-third as much as the black powder. This revolver can be made both single and double action, so the demand for both can be supplied. Of course, the latest model will be desired by all with the lock in front of the cylinder. JI have fun shooting smoke- less shells in my revolver and they do excel- lent work. I shot it two hundred times, and it didn’t get out of order. I wish to recommend it as the best revolver on the market. Harry S. Everett, Cody, Wyoming. FEBRUARY, DONALD A. FRASER. Pale February comes with tear-filled eyes, And now she weeps, and now she smiles again; For flake-thick winds succeed the driving rain, And leaden vaults contend with azure skies. Her gown of white and gray, close-fitting, les Against her graceful form; her hands con- tain Sweet bashful snowdrops, heads a-droop, as fain To hide afresh, beneath late frosty ties. But Earth regards her with a mild reproach, Who stirs her sluggish blood with gentle pains, And shrinks in fretful mood at every touch Her breast from lightly-falling feet sustains; Yet February doth straight on pursue Her quiet way, and wakes Earth’s life anew. 4 AA TR ENT N\ Fp Ne HN THE PARTRIDGE DOG BY W. B. TALLMAN, ‘The ruffed grouse or partridge is, beyond any doubt, the greatest of our game birds. Anyone who has ever shot them appreciates the fact that there is greater satisfaction in bringing one of these grand birds to bay than in any other shooting that can be had. This is not only because of their size and beauty, though that, of course, adds to the pleasure, but more particularly through the fact of their extreme wildness and exceptional cun- Mineman ethat, aside irom an | accidental chance shot, they generally give the shooter an opportunity for exercising all the quick- ness and accuracy of which he is capable. To thoroughly enjoy ruffed grouse shoot- ing, there are several things that are quite, if not absolutely necessary—a knowledge of the habits of the birds, a familiarity with the country over which you intend to shoot, the ability to stand hard tramping through swampy, rough cover and over rocky hill- sides; and last and most important, a good partridge dog. Now what constitutes a good partridge dog? There are a good many shooters who would say at once, “I want a slow-working dog; one with a good nose, who will pick up the foot scent where the birds have been, and follow that trail until he locates the bird. Where the birds are as wild as they are in my country, no dog can point them unless he keeps his nose to the ground and goes very slow. If a dog goes racing through the woods and only points when he gets the body scent, you won't get a shot in a week.” This man may be a good practical sportsman, a good shot, and may, if he is a persistent and hard worker, get his share of birds. But he has been brought up to believe that a partridge dog is neces- sarily a potterer, because he has not been so fortunate as to possess or to have seen a really good natural partridge dog. He may have had or seen dogs that if properly han- dled would have made good ones, but his de- sire to shoot, whenever he knows there are birds to be found, and the fact that he could get some shots over a slow-going dog, have prevented him from taking the time and the pains to teach the better dog what to do. It is a fact that one who knows his shooting ground, and where to find the birds, can get more shots without any dog than he can with a fast dog that has not been properly broken and had experience, Consequently 179 Hid) My hill ee yw ay eh A Ay 4 my 7) . Gin) f (f: f Bev. W oat A = We 7 / f »\ Wf) c » ( i , Wig y / 1 ay f I ; 7 / § f a) | ”“ hs ' s at 4) tad { , t LK My anal , he can get more shots over a slow-going plug dog that takes the foot scent and creeps and crawls to his game than he can over a good though inexperienced dog. The best dogs that I have ever seen for the purpose were high-headed ones, and I would not accept as a gift one that persisted in trailing, and nos- ing on foot scent. I have found that the ‘best ones will occasionally try for foot scent, but upon finding it, would throw up their heads, cast off, and go high-headed to their birds. In selecting a young dog with the inten- tion of breaking him on partridge, and with the idea of making a thoroughly good dog for that work, do not be deceived and invest your money in one that shows a lot of povnt and an inclination to creep and crawl on the scan, Selec: 2 ood tmover, jus ES) youl would if you were intending to do most of your shooting in the open on quail. Pick one that shows a disposition to keep his head up and feel for the scent, high in the air. li you can see him, when ranging quite fast, stop and with a high head appear to use his nose, whether he shows inclination to point ior not, give him a trial. More care is nec- essary in yard breaking a dog for partridge shooting than for quail, as it is very impor- tant for work on these wild birds that your dog be absolutely obedient and capable of being handled without the use of loud orders. A thoroughly broken partridge dog should work without orders, or at the most with only a slight whistle and motion of the hand. Right here is where good yard breaking comes in. If you-have a youngster of good disposition, you can easily teach him to be obedient to motions of the hand—to give you his attention at a low whistle—to drop read- ily at a signal and to move in either direc- tion as ordered. A little time spent in this way will be repaid many times over, when you come to give him his actual work on wame. He can easily be taught to go more cautiously at the sound of “sh-sh,’ and to move on or go faster by clucking as to a horse. When finished in his breaking, these two orders and a few motions of the hand are all that need be used. There are dogs that show the qualities of which I have spo- ken, viz.,. good action and a disposition to hunt with a high head, that may be too rank or too ambitious for a novice to break with- out a great deal of trouble; but there are dogs, especially those that are bred from 180 RECREATION generations of partridge dogs, that can be broken with very little trouble. One of the most important things to bear in mind, pro- viding that in the first place you have one of the right sort, is not to expect too much of him in the beginning and have patience with him when he makes mistakes. If he has the right sort of a head for the work, and is really a good one, he will soon find where he is wrong and correct himself. Remember, I am speaking now of the really good nat- ural partridge dog, that has been well handled previous to his entry on game. Do not attempt to show him what to do, but let him learn it himself. Never check him un- less he is very wild. Never scold nor pun- ish him unless he has committed a rank fault. Put all the confidence you can in him—give, him a chance to develop his bird sense, and you will find him coming on much faster, and very much better than if you are con- tinually checking and talking to him and thereby taking his attention off of his work and preventing him from developing and using his own brain. Such a young dog as I have spoken of may be difficult to find, but it is well worth while to take time to select such a one, for there is much greater pleas- ure in handling one of that kind, and he can, in one season, be developed into quite a sat- isfactory dog to shoot over. And if he can be made a companion of and be im constant touch with his owner, he will go on improv- ing from season to season until he becomes too old for service. When I speak of im- proving from season to season, I have in mind dogs which I have owned and _ shot over, and instances are brought to my recol- lection of the most wonderful development if ibird sense and intelligence, shown by them, in cases where they seemed to figure out the best plan to outwit some wary old bird. ' I remember one instance very well, when the dog showed a persistent disregard of my wishes and finally prevailed on me to change my mind and follow her direction. I was on a2 Cath pathiasm veryuWeaviy,) GOVer,) widen iy dog, some fifty yards ahead of me, stopped, half-pointed and indicated to me that there was a bird on that side of the road. As I came up, instead of working in, she went ahead about thirty yards and turned into the thicket. I waited to see what this meant; she was gone some little time, and I was about to-break through the brush where she had first stopped, when I saw her come out of the cover where she had gone in. When she saw me she immediately turned back again, looked over her shoulder in a way that said, “Follow me,” as plainly as if she had spoken. I did as she desired, and she led me in a half circle until she reached a point opposite where she had first indicated game, and I found myself in a small opening. She then went into the cover very cautiously, but quickly made a short circuit and pointed towards me. I gave her the call to come on, and as she obeyed she put up the bird in such a way that he came out into the open, and I killed him easily. If she had attempted to locate the bird from where she first got wind of it, and I had followed her, I could not possibly have got a shot, as the bird would have flushed wild, while I was break- ing through. This was one of many in- stances where the judgment of my dog was better than my own, and I found that at times when my dog showed a desire to do different from what I thought should be done, it was best to let him have his own way. Of course, it is not always possible for one to get the right material to develop, but it is certainly essential to start with one that has a natural tendency to hunt high-headed and has an obedient disposition. And it is a good rule to do all the breaking in the yard, and as nearly as possible let the dog Gowithe rests BETRAYED BY HENRY CROCKER A bright little bubble Is sailing in a pool; For a wee little minute it is there. A pretty little trout, Just swallowing a fly, Made this dainty little dome of air. The bright little bubble Has betrayed the little trout, For a bright little boy is by the brook; And now a little worm Is dropping in the pool, A squirming little worm on a hook. A dozen little circles Are dimpling the pool; They are chasing one another to the rim: "Tis the brook’s “Good bye” Mo the pretty Witte trout For the farmer’s little boy has him. LANTERN SLIDES It is pretty hard to talk about making snow scenes just now, for at the time of writing these notes we, in the East here, have not as yet been favored. The air is as bright and crisp as you could want, but the winter landscape has yet to come. Just the same, the snow is bound to be here, and it is as well to prepare to make a few gooa pictures of it to adorn your den when the grilling summer days come around. Mean- while your evenings will not be ill-spent, if you take up the matter of making lantern- slides from your negatives. You may not have a projecting lantern yourself, but you wil! probably find a friend who has, or sev- eral of you can club together and buy one. A projecting lantern, or stereopticon, is not expensive. You can get them from $20.00 up complete with lighting apparatus and they give all kinds of pleasure as well as profit. Nothing draws the womenfolk, and the men- folk, too, as a lantern-slide exhibition, and you can easily make the lantern pay for it- self in the course of a winter. Don’t buy your slides. You will amuse yourself and your neighbors very much more by taking pictures of local views and using these for your slides. A few pointers on slide-making may be useful to you. The developer recommended by the maker is usually the best for a lantern plate, but for simplicity, cleanliness, and economy there are none to beat hydroquinone. The following is the writer's pet formula for black tones, it will suit most, if not all plates :— A. PVOUOGMINONE .)2).05 000204660 -05: 80 er. NGS icid's ain ed eis bea ae'e as 30 gr. Porasstiim bromide ........0+:- 4O gr. Peet SUIDMItG J. ..6sc. cee eee OZ: eT re y's wiceleie Lovie di sable IO OZ. B. Sodium hydrate (caustic soda):. 80 er. RM sg 2 oe) fis oli. cie ot ieth nis IO Oz. Mix in a clean measure equal parts of these solutions (half an ounce of each is sufficient), then add to it half an ounce of water. To remove yellow stains from slides, take :— PO A ON ae a an V4 oz. Wewmiate Of trom... .. 6.2.6 ees YA O7z. LS a a Wy Oz. a er a D2) OZ, 13] and allow the side to soak in the solution for about twenty minutes. The solution will keep for a long time, and may be used for nega- tives. A good eikonogen developer for lantern slides is the following :— Sulpaicen oi soda ae nomen, 60 gr. Carbonate of soda (not bicarbo- FAURE Win gi nna aetna eMlA AN RAL aE AEE NL OT PK OMO Sern) Meee A vee ee eb ae atehtel Tenet NAVA ROSS ae EPMA LAN ATW AEP UNIAN a a 54 OZ It is advisable to add about two drops of a ten per cent. solution of bromide of potas- sium to each ounce of developer. Some readers may perhaps want to make colored: diagrams on lantern slides for lec- ture purposes. Colored inks, suitable for Whitinemom Clean class wat a pel. can pe made by adding 10 per cent. of dextrine to SOlMMOMSNOn aniline ay cood) color tor jie purpose being eosin and iodine green. A good black color can be made from writing ink, made slightly alkaline with ammonia, and thickened with 1o per cent. of dextrine. If warm tones are required on a plate made for black tones, the following pyrogallic acid developer can be used :— Noor ea TROeal WMeMACIG Mean nei sei) Want ae VY OZ. Stil Mite vom SOG aii Te aw 2 OZ CREE yte WNT LAIN ca ia LU RIC Te alte, NEALE ue Dre APO Coy rap Noid santo nat ey Na baa Benn OZ: INO. 2 J vaaligat@satias Caer siO)))) Oana edi icone nsnl YY oz. AAV ee alr Scales Oss antes ns eco Mn ae Pe 4% OZ. No. 3. Bromidenon) ammonia. Wi svs we aoe 14 OZ. WAVEHO Nitta NEM SE A ae GEA Sh eTOz Non A) Garvonarev Onvarmimloniala rane cup 14 OZ. AVAWL Rare snide | ena Los Me aL Reg Se MOZ. To obtain warm tones with this developer, the exposure must be considerably longer than when hydroquinone is used. A devel- oper composed of 30 drops each of Nos. I and 2 and 60 drops each of Nos. 3 and 4 should give a rich, warm brown, inclining to purple, with a plate that has received suffi- cient exposure. When very warm tones are desired, as little of No. 2 as possible should be used, No. 4 being increased. In printing lantern slides it is just as fatal a fault to have a “bald-headed” (that is, cloudless) sky as it would be in a print. It is quite a fallacy to suppose—as used to be 182 taught—that the sky of a lantern slide should be absolutely transparent glass. Transparent elass does not adequately represent anything in nature—least of all, a stretch of sky. Ii any clouds exist in the negative, they should be carefully coaxed out in the slide, either by local development on the slide itself, or by reducing the sky of the negative, or by printing the sky more than the foreground, by holding a card over the latter during ex- posure. If none of these procedures are feasible, the sky of the slide should be “sunned down.” That is, after exposure in the printing-frame, the slide should be re- moved therefrom, and before development its sky part should be again exposed for a few seconds. Meanwhile, the landscape part should of course be covered with a piece of card, which is moved up and down, in order to vignette the sky and to leave no sharp- edged marked at the edge of the sunning- down. With a little practice, this is as easy to do with a slide as witha piece of P.O.P.; and enormously improves the picture’s ap- pearance on the screen. How do you make your gaslight prints? Do you guess the distance of the printing- frame from the light and do you use a dif- ferent light every time? Many amateurs do and consequently get all kinds of results. Don’t “guess” the distance from the gas- burner when exposing your bromide prints. Tt your biunner 1s om avshelt iimar< ota measurement-scale along the edge of the shelf; and always put the printing-frame the same distance away from the source of light, once you have found out, by experiment, the right distance for a certain negative and a certain exposure. If the burner is not on a shelf, tie a piece of cord to it, and make knots in the cord to mark the distances in feet or half feet. When you are holding up the frame in front of the burner to make an ex- posure, hold one of the knots in the hand which grasps the frame, and pull the string taut. If you want to expose your negative two feet from the burner, take hold of the two-foot knot, keep the string taut, and the frame will, of course, be two feet exactly from the source of light. Accuracy in this is of vital importance in successful bromide or gaslight printing. Once having ascertained the correct distance from the flame, and the correct exposure for that distance, all chance of failure is eliminated if you stick to that distance exactly, and exactly that exposure. Guessing the distance from the burner 1s al- most a worse fault than guessing the ex- posure—inasmuch as guessing the distance means necessarily guessing the exposure as well, because nothing affects the exposure so vitally as the distance from the source of light. The picture post-card seems to be pushing everything else out. But are all the cards we see turned out by amateurs worth the trouble? Not always, I am sorry to Say. RECREATION The average amateur, who would be ashamed to show a crookedly mounted print, seems to think that it is no sin to send his friends a ucarelessly) Gotten 1p) postal cance lites only a postal,” he says, “and not worth both- ering about.’ But Nke in all things, if the card is worth making, it is worth making well. No card should be made without some kind of a border. Ifa larger negative than the card is being used, a mask should be cut for it. If the picture runs over the edge of the card, it gives it an unfinished appearance. Cut every mask to suit the picture and don’t be pinned down to the masks you buy in pack- ages. It is a thousand to one against the | masks you buy being suitable for your sub- jects. Never use a mask of an odd shape, such as a heart, or a leaf or with ornamental edges, and it is also safe to avoid using masks with rounded corners. They give a cheap appearance to the picture. Generally the mar- gin is left white, but there are occasions when a black border is effective. To pro- duce this, cut a piece of black paper just the size you want your picture to be, and after the picture is printed put the card in a frame with a piece of clear glass and the black paper between the glass and the card.) Put the frame in a strong light, so that the edges un- covered by the black paper are completely fogged, and then tone as usual. This method is all right with printing out cards, such as the gold self-toning cards, but with platino- type or bromide cards gives too much of a mourning border appearance. A good way to flatten out your cards when dry is as fol- lows: Get a long pasteboard tube to which fasten one end of a sheet of muslin. When you take your cards out of the washing bath, place them on this sheet, face down, and then roll wp so that cloth winds round the tube. Let the cards dry this way and when you take them out they will be straight instead of all curled up. Are you ever troubled with blisters or air bubbles in your gaslight or bromide prints? They sometimes occur, most annoyingly, and are usually the result of allowing the water from the tap to splash on the face of the prints while washing. But they also occur from using too strong a hypo solution. Also when your developing and fixing baths are at different temperatures. Some brands of paper blister more easily than others, but the blistering can be prevented by rubbing over the back of the paper before development with a pad saturated with alcohol. Very small blisters will usually dry up and not show, but big ones can hardly be remedied. They can be reduced a little by touching them with alcohol. UNMOUNTED PRINTS It is occasionally desired to remove a print from its mount, or from the page of an al- bum, usually for the purpose of remounting PHOTOGRAPHY 132 it, If the preservation of the mount is of no consequence it is simple enough to soak mount and all face downwards in a basin of water until the mountant is thoroughly soft- ened, and then peel the print off. But if the prints are in an album, or if the mounts are to be preserved, this method is impracticable. The prints can be laid face upwards, and wetted with a brush charged with water, but if they are gelatine prints, and especially if they have been alumed, it is most difficult to get them properly saturated in this way, as the water will. not spread evenly over them. The soaking, however, can easily be done in the following way, which I do not remember to have seen described before. Cut pieces of pure white blotting paper to size, and have at hand a dish of water and a soft brush. Lay a piece of dry blotting paper ex- actly over the print, and while holding it in position with one hand, dab water on with the brush, beginning from the middle. As soon as it is wet it will, of course, lie flat on the print, and when thoroughly soaked it can be left while the next print is being treated in the same way. Leave it to soak for a quarter to half an hour (applying more water from time to time if it shows signs of dry- ing), and then lift the blotting paper care- fully and see if the gelatine is evenly swollen. ie iteis uot, do mot attempt to strip it, or the unswollen patches will probably stick; replace the blotting paper and dab more water on these patches. When the print is thoroughly soaked, and not before, lift one corner with the finger-nail and peel it off cautiously. The prints can be laid qut to dry or remounted at once, and if these direc- tions are followed neither the print nor the page of the album will be defaced in any way. A further advantage of using the blot- ting paper is that no water need get over the edges on to the rest of the page. In my own case my purpose was to remove some faded prints from an album to be replaced Dy per- ‘manent ones, and it was important to avoid defacing the album, which contained a large number of other sound prints. The mountant to be softened was Higgins’s, and the method would probably work equally well with prints mounted with starch or other commercial paste mountants. I cannot cuy whether it would work with a gelatine mountant. BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY Some very excellent information on the photographing of birds was given by the Rev. H. N. Bonar in a lecture he recently deliv- ered before an English camera club. As he says, one may have the costliest camera, the best of lenses and may be among numbers of rare birds, in perfect light, and yet never be able to get a single photograph, all through ignorance of field craft, one branch of which relates to the habits of birds, while the other branch consists chiefly of knowing how to keep yourself out of sight. Many very timid birds are by no means camera- shy if proper precautions are taken; while on the other hand many common birds can hardly be induced to come near any suspi- cious object. Two forces tame the wildest of birds and make them frequent a given spot at a given time—hunger and love—hence the two sea- sons for bird photography are winter and spring. There one needs a knowledge of birds’ food and their feeding habits, as well as an acquaintance with their nests and prob- able nesting places. If you go to a spot where you believe nests are, you should know beforehand whether the nest will be found on the ground or in a tree, what the bird’s note is like, what num- ber of eggs it lays, and how many days these take to hatch out. Also you should know whether the bird is bold or shy at its nest, whether it is of deliberate or restless habits, and whether it is of a species which easily forsakes its nest. When you have found the nest, handle the eggs as little as possible, and DEM StinemyOl Gomit with clean hiands: tom tt have known a bird not very shy desert its eggs because they were handled by a man who had just peeled an orange. On a snowy day many birds may be pho- tographed by putting up a tempting perch, focusing on that, covering the camera with a white cloth, and laying food on the ground. Corn, ‘bread, raisins, holly-berries and hard- boiled egg will attract many different species of birds, even in a town garden, if there are bushes near, Walk quietly through the woods, don’t tread on dry twigs if you can help it, and never show on the sky line of a field or moor or emerge from a wood without first carefully looking in front of you. Do not put up your camera at a nest, always go a little distance away, and get everything ready before you focus on the exact spot. In the list of apparatus, a field glass should be put first, as this helps to identify birds and find their nests without frightening them. A small folding-up camera 4x5 in size, to which a telephoto lens can be fitted, is recom- mended. It is best used as a stand camera, but can be held in the hands when using the top speeds of the shutter. Such a camera can be carried easily to the top of a tree or lowered down a cliff, while extra plate-hold- ers can be carried in the pocket. As for plates, the very fastest that can be bought should be used. As to lens, the best is the cheapest, though a lens that will not do the work for which it was built is dear at any price. Except for special work, the focal place shutter is hardly to be recommended. (To be continued) HECTIC Se) : FROM FAR AND NEAR Pottawattomie county sportsmen are tak- ing the lead in a movement to secure legis- lation for better protection to game birds in Iowa. Letters have been sent out by the Bluff City Gun Club of Council Bluffs to similar organizations in other cities asking cooperation in an effort to secure legislation toward that end at the coming general as- sembly. The propositions are to change the open season on several classes of game, reduce the number of fowl that one person may have in his possession, and require ail hunters to take out licenses. The Chautauqua Fish and Game Protec- tive Association is doing active work for the passage of a law to protect rabbits in Chautauqua county. Another is to have the Fredonia waterworks reservoir in Arkwright Hills and adjacent streams stocked with trout. The village trustees will grant the necessary permission and the fish will be ob- tained. The association is also trying to obtain the appointment of a deputy game warden for each township and will ask the legislature to amend the laws regarding seine fishing in Lake Erie. Louis Russ, proprietor of the Common- Wealth "care! mm hlarmspune. ea. i oleaded guilty in the Dauphin courts recently to pur- chasing eleven grouse, and was fined $275. The board of education of Quincy, Ill. a few days ago received from Colonel S. P. Bartlett, fish commissioner, one hundred and fifty copies of the Illinois game laws, which are to be used by the teachei. in the public schools of the city in connection with the teachings in nature study. The children are taught to protect the birds rather than to de- stroy them and their nests. The game warden’s department of Michi- gan seized thirty deer carcasses, most of them taken at Cadillac, which were being carried by the G. R. & I. road five days after the close of the deer season. The carcasses were shipped early enough to get them through to their destination on time if they had been handled without delav but they were hung up, thus the seizure. State Game Warden Chapman intends to prosecute. It 134 1s thought the hunters who owned the car- casses can recover from the railroad com- pany. One hundred residents of Oshkosh have petitioned that the law prohibiting the sale of game be repealed. It is the intention to have State Senator E. E. Stevens of that city present the petition before the legisla- ture. It reads as follows: “We, the undersigned, residents of Win- nebago county, respectfully request that the section of chapter 449 of the laws of Wis- consin for 1903, prohibiting the sale of game, be repealed.” Followitg this is the long list of signers, among them Mayor John Ban- derob. The law dealing with the sale of game provides a fine or imprisonment or both for “Whoever shall sell, or offer for sale, have in his possession for the purpose of sale, or shall barter, trade or exchange for other property, or whoever shall purchase, or receive in exchange for other property, or having in his possession after purchase or receiving in exchange for other property within the limits of this state, the meat or flesh of any doe, buck or fawn (commonly known as venison), or any wild duck of any variety, wild goose, brant or any other aquatic bird, or any woodcock, partridge, pheasant, prairie chicken or prairie hen, grouse or any variety, plover, snipe, Mon- golian, Chinese or English pheasant, or quail of any variety.” Those working in the interests of the pe- tition claim that persons who are unable or do not desire to hunt wild game should not be deprived of securing it. They point out that under the present restriction many families never have an opportunity to eat wild game and the hotels and restaurants cannot offer it in their bill of fare. Consul Harvey, stationed at Fort Erie, Ont., furnishes the following report in rela- lation to fishing on Lake Erie. It is evident that the Erie American consul is satisfied that unless something is done it will be only a short time before the lake will be de- populated of fish. He savs: “The Canadian government issues fish li- censes to parties all along the north shore of Lake Erie. I recently visited a Fort Erie man who has a lease of six miles. of the shore between Port Colborne and Dunnville, THE GAME for which he pays $600. He has six nets extending from the shore 1% miles out into the lake. The nets are deep enough to al- low the lead line to rest on the bottom and the cork line on the surface of the water, the outer end being forty-five feet in depth. Each net has two or more cribs. The fish follow along the net until they come to the crib, which is about 30 feet square, the bot- tom and side composed of small meshed netting that holds a fish of one-fourth pound weight. “When the nets are lifted they contain from 500 to 2,000 pounds of fish, which are dipped out with a scoop net, except the stur- geon, which are lifted with a gaff hook. The law requires the black bass to be re- turned to the water, but as there is seldom any inspector present the law is not en- forced. The too or more black bass I saw taken would not average more than a pound in weight, while a few years ago the average run was three pounds. “Tf the two governments would join and prohibit net fishing in Lake Erie for four years fish would become plentiful and of good size. Net fishing is not allowed in Niagara River, but the net fishing on both sides of the lake prevents fish from getting down the river, and Buffalo anglers have to go to Canadian lakes for their sport. The fish caught in the lake are sorted, packed in 100-pound boxes, and expressed to Buffalo or New York, where they are sold to the consumer for Io cents per pound.” An interesting case to hunters was tried recently at Merrill, Wis. A hunter killed a deer out of season and two of his neighbors witnessed the killing. As the animal was too heavy to carry home the hunter left :t in the woods until he could get his horse and buggy, and before his return the two neigh- bors swiped the venison. The hunter went and demanded the deer, but was refused. He was arrested for killing deer out of sea- son and paid a fine. In return he had the two neighbors arrested for having a deer in their possession out of season and for this offense the judge imposed a fine of $54.80 on the two men. — Page B. Otero, fish and game warden of the territory of New Mexico, is in receipt of a letter from Captain John F. Fullerton, of the mounted police, stating that the In- dians, who -have been giving a great deal of trouble of late by ignoring the game laws and killing deer out of season, have been ordered back to their respective reservations, and that nearly all of them have complied with the order. In addition to the orders of the mounted police it is stated that runners from the LAWS 185 different Pueblos were sent out to warn the Indians that they had best return, as the officers of the law were after them. About 150 Pueblos, Apaches and Navahoes who had been hunting in western New Mexico are re- ported to have returned to their reservations, but not before they had secured a number of does and bucks. Private Myers, of the mounted police, who has been in Santa Fe the past few days on business connected with his duties, stated to Warden Otero that almost all of the Indians had returned to their reservations and pueb- los. Speaking further of the matter, Private Myers said: “These redskins have absolutely no regard for the game laws. They seem to think that as long as there are deer to shoot they have the privilege of killing them, no matter whether it is in season or not. We have succeeded in arresting a number, and hope, by confiscating their arms and ammunition, and fining them, or confining them in jail for a while, to teach them a lesson.” Mr. Otero states that as yet he has had no advices from the commissioner of Indian affairs at Washington as to what the au- thorities intend to do in the matter in refer- ence to the letters he has sent the commis- sioner on the question of the government’s charges disobeying the law, but states that he does not propose to wait much longer upon the government to take matters in hand, and that in the event of the Indians repeating the offence, measures will be taken by the mounted police and the deputy game wardens to stop them. GOLDEN GATE, CALIFORNIA The fishermen Sailing boats out into the ocean are again trying to exterminate the seals that inhabit the rocks off the Cliff House. Every day for the past week from these fishing boats shots are heard on the shore, and the bodies of several seals, killed by rifle bullets have been found washed in upon the sands. It is stated that nearly every fisherman who goes out to sea now carries a rifle, and as the boats skirt the rocks they fire from six to a dozen shots at the animals as they bask in the sun on the rookeries. Some years ago the fishermen com- plained that the seals were Carine vallntine fish in the waters, and that it was neces- sary to kill them off to preserve the fish for human consumption. At that time the scientists who had made a study of the seal and his habits declared that the num- ber of those on the rocks near the ocean beach: could not appreciably diminish the supply of deep-water fish. Stringent meas- ures were taken to protect the seals from the rifles of the fishermen and not until recently have attempts been made to once more kill them off. ay REEL : $ Se CROWOLOGY BY CLARENCE VANDIVEER Thief, robber, pirate, or whatever else you may choose to call him, the crow continues to prosper, in spite of his extreme unpopu- larity. Like the English sparrow, he is here to stay. He may devote much of his time in picking up bugs and worms, but I am in- clined to think that he spends far more time in robbing the farmer’s cornfields and hen’s nests. I have heard farmers say that they have seen crows carry off one chick after another. JI have never seen them do that, but I have seen them carry off many an egg. What fearful havoc they n.ust work in the game fields! To steal seems to be the one ‘object of their lives, for they will carry away almost any small object that they can get. Charles Hallock tells of a tame crow that was wont to carry off screws, bolts, buttons and other delicacies of that sort. His cache, when discovered, contained about a bushel of miscellaneous bric-a-brac that “any flot- sam-fed goat would have burst with envy to behold.” Some writers claim that all crows migrate in winter, and that the crows we see in the winter time come from the far north, while others say that the crow migrates only when he feels so disposed. For my part, I prefer the latter theory. At any rate, the dusky robber is driven to desperate straits during the pinching days, when nearly all other birds have migrated and the fields are bare. An epidemic occasionally carries off a few of the marauders.in winter, but as a rule they attain a great age. One Christmas a number of years ago my brother and I started out for a walk. There was a deep snow and the woods seemed deserted. Finally, we came upon a flock of crows. They were sitting in some willow trees and did not fly as we approached. Thinking this strange, we began to throw clubs at them, and not until several were knocked down did the rest take wing. They flew slowly and with apparent difficulty. The crows we killed were very poor and seemed to have something the matter with their throats. One day, while working in the field, I no- ticed great flocks of crows assembling in a nearby woods, and so I concluded I would go crow hunting. But hunting crows and killing them are two different things. I found plenty of crows, but only killed one. They would assemble in a ravine, offering 186 every chance of approach under cover, but just as I was about where I wanted to get, some sentinel I had not seen would give the alarm. But the wariness of the bird makes it sport to hunt him, and I frequently take my .22 Winchester and go in quest of the dusky pirate. Last spring I secured a crow’s nest and took especial notice of its construction. The outer layers were composed of twigs loosely woven together, Next came way layenmor strings, parchment, paper and the leaves of a Sunday school book. The inside of the nest was lined with hair. Although ap- parently religious, this crow must have for- une the commandment, “Thou shalt not steal.’ THE “GERVAN”’ MOTOR CYCLE Editor RECREATION: We are in receipt of two copies from your bureau of information for which beg to thank you. Considering you have been so kind as to put this information before us we trust you will gladly make a correc- tion. The motor cycle termed “German’’ is in reality known as the “F. N.,” manufac- tured in Liege, Belgium, but the patents are German. The Harry Fosdick Company, comprised of Mr. J. A. Dowling and Mr. Harry Fosdick, are the importers, and have the American agency. I take it for granted that you must have something in one of your numbers on this motor cycle, hence these in- quiries. Our address as above will reach us, although the address for myself, care of Bay State Club, will reach me. We thank you again for giving this matter such a kindly reception, and I trust you will appreciate our interest in trying to give you correct information. We will be glad to correspond with you if you desire any further information on the subject referred to in this letter. Harry Fosdick Company, Per Harry Fosdick, President. THE DRUMMING PARTRIDGE Regarding Martin Hunter’s letter in your December issue, claiming that he has never seen it necessary to throw sticks at a part- ridge while it was drumming in order to scare it away, will say that while I was up at dawn one morning, fishing on a lake, my (lie as) pard and I saw a partridge drumming and found it necessary to throw sticks at it in or- der to chase it away. I would not‘dare to relate this had I not a witness. Can not too highly praise your magazine, and hope to always see it before the public. Peter F. Wagner, New York Mills. CHICAGO ARCHERS “The Chicago Archers” held their annual meeting December 8th and elected the fol- lowing officers: President, Dr. Wm. Carver Williams; vice-president, F. E. Canfield; secretary- treasurer, A. E. Spink. Executive commit- tee, Ben Keys and H. W. Bishop, with the above officers, Field captain, Dr. Edward B. Weston. During the coming season there will be a handicap shoot each week. Also a weekly contest for club championships, which will be awarded to those making the highest av- erage scores during the season, provided ten scores have been handed in. DOGS ON THE TRAIN Editor RECREATION : I have just read your editorial concern- ing “dogs on the train.’ During the years when I dwelt in the East I had much diffi- -culty regarding the transportation of dogs for hunting purposes from one point to an- other. But since I removed to California I have discovered one railroad company that is actuated by common-sense principles re- garding the traveling sportsman and _ his canine assistants. This road is the Califor- nia Northwestern Railroad. The manage- ment permits the free transportation of all dogs in its smoking cars when accompanied by their owners. I have known of many instances where this privilege was taken advantage of, and I have availed myself of it occasionally, and I have never yet known of any loss to the company by its kindliness to the traveler and his dogs. The California Northwestern Railroad Company’s line runs through Marin, Sonoma and Mendocino counties, California. Along its line, and in the country tributary to it, may be found good shooting and hunting— duck, quail, deer and other game being abundant in their seasons. Some of our Eastern sportsmen who visit the West should pay a visit to Mendocino County. They would find a hospitable peo- ple and plenty of game. The summer is long and dry, but they will not suffer from want of water, and, while the winter may be very damp—the rainfall being very heavy during that season—they will not be able to freeze to death, no matter how hard they may try. These counties lie north of San Francisco, and are not in the route usually traveled by the visitor from the [astern States. Ignatius Sutherland, Sonoma, Cal. REFERENDUM 187 FROM FAR WASHINGTON Editor R&crEATION : Game, both large and small, seems to be fairly abundant in the Puget Sound coun- (VOSA Ment ite ts more die fo the cover and protection afforded by nature than to the game laws and the wardens. Duck hunting is undergoing a change, and the days of the free lance are over, as the best duck grounds are being taken up by clubs who sow the ponds or sloughs with grain. The birds have been slower in com- ing south than they are usually, due to the warm weather we have been enjoying, and duck hunters are anxiously awaiting the first winter storm. Deer, as always, are abundant in the foothills of the Cascade and Olympic Mountains and deer hunting is becoming more ‘popular, although the thick brush makes hunting without hounds rather uncertain. The mongolian pheasant seems to have taken root at last, and in certain parts of the State many coveys can ‘tbe seen in a day’s tramp. As it is, many are killed un- lawfully, as the law allows hunters to kill the cock birds while the hens are protected. Of course it’s unnecessary to state that a law of this kind is useless and childish. If it were ever possible to invariably dis- tinguish the male from the female birds many hens would warm the hunting bag. But under certain conditions it is impossible for the hunter to determine the difference. I saw an article in a State newspaper saying that the Dolly Varden trout were “not protected by law as they destroyed salmon eggs’! Ye Gods! What were the men who made this law? Certainly not those who had the welfare of our trout at heart, for all of our trout eat salmon eggs, and there are many, many beautiful streams where the Dolly Varden abounds that are never visited by salmon. If they want to protect salmon they might go to the can- neries and the riddle of “Where do the salmon go?” would be solved. Belmore H. Browne, Tacoma, Wash. CHICAGO FOR SPORT Editor RECREATION: I have been a reader of Recreation for some time and have never noticed an arti- cle on the chances for game in the vicinity of Chicago. Although it is situated sight on Lake Michigan, business men and others, cramped up in a little office all week, can take their guns and have a little practice on duck or jack-snipe without even going out of the city limits. There are a good many old piers along the lake that offer a good blind for a patient duck hunter that is willing to brave the wind and rain; also little swamps all around the city, where any one can try their luck on 188 the fast flying snipe. The ducks come in on the lake about the middle of November, and stay till after the Ist of January. The old squaw and fish ducks stay all winter. Three of us have a boat and a lot of de- coys that we keep at the lake and have had good success shooting blue-bill from an old pier covered with slag from the steel mill at South Chicago. One day last week I killed six ducks in a few hours. I have a light Remington hammerless C grade 16 gauge and it is real sport to stop a blue-bill with it going at the rate of 60 miles an hour. Our ex-Mayor, Carter H. Harrison, was an ardent sportsman and had an_ ordinance passed last year allowing hunters to shoot game in the city with a shotgun if 500 feet from a residence. This is a privilege that all of us appreciate and sincerely hope none will spoil. William T. Skinner. SUCCESSFUL IN NEW BRUNSWICK Editor RECREATION: Dear Sir—I am a subscriber to your magazine in my son’s name, Arthur Lyle, and read it with a great deal of interest, be- ing quite an ardent amateur hunter myself. Having hunted deer in Northern Maine for several years I thought I would try moose hunting in New Brunswick this fall. I, with two companions, spent about three weeks there in September and October. I was very successful, killing a moose that came very near being a record breaker, I was told by a’ taxidermist of St, John, it having a 60-inch spread, 15-inch pans and 26 points. foot horns and 21 points, which I was told up there was a very rare specimen. James Lyle, Washington, Pa. THE LURE OF THE CANADA GOOSE The air has a tinge of frost in it; clouds point to a flurry of snow in the near future, and as the sun bursts through occasionally with its warm rays, the glory of the wonder- ful Northwest Canada fall is in full swing. Brown prairie to the north, the west, the east and the south, stretches itself to the horizon, and: even beyond. Rolling, wind- swept, dry as tinder, sandy here or there, a few rancher’s shacks off towards the low ly- ing hills of the south Souris, a bit of bush to the southwest, if you look carefully and know it’s there—that is all there is to it. The marshes are to the southwest, too, and a bronco-buster from Wyoming, who has re- cently come through the hay-sloughs and big flats to the south, says there are “geese a-plenty for ’em ’at wants ’em.” The barracks duty of a son of the saddle is mighty tedious—they mend outfits, clean { I also killed a cariboo with 4-. RECKEATION guns, get ready for winter and play like a litter of big pups. “Nothing to it but the same old thing,” said Crary, as he was lay- ing his troubles before me. He spoke to the inspector, on my suggestion, and obtained a few days’ leave for shooting. We had our guns out and cleaned anew, inspected am- munition, filled our saddle-bags with some grub and sat up that night ’till eleven, hunt- ing geese—around the stove. A bit colder it was at four, next morning, and dark, too. The wind was low and clouds still flying. Our horses were soon ready, and we were off, the wind to our backs. A Savage was in my off saddle-scab- bard and my repeater, with forty-inch barrel running ‘through the opposite scabbard, looked like a sword in a too small sheath. We rode for Jackman’s ranch, some few miles from the best shooting and yet close to the shallowest and best of the small marshes surrounding. Thirty-one miles of hard saddle in nearly five hours got us ready for proper meeting of the ranch cook. I wanted to try a few shots at the flying geese as we rode down into the hay and marsh lands, but Crary urged me to hold up. Jack- - man’s welcome was, as ever, cordial, and we gave him the latest Montreal and Winnipeg papers. The cook brought on something hot and filling which we cared for, honestly. That Chinaman was one who knew how to feed men! He'd been in the section for eight years and learned a man’s appetite per- fectly. “How’s the geese, Jackman?” asked Crary. “Good, down by the big marshes, and tol- erable fair at the point.” “That’s what we came for,” said Crary, in reply. A minute or two later we had passed the stable shacks and Jackman was with us. A few geese were in the air, but we expected more when we got out in the scow. I walked to the big blind at the further end of this small marsh, something like two thou- sand yards on, while Jackman and Crary set out in the scow, poling around through the rushes and grass from one spot to an- other. Shooting commenced with them be- fore I reached the blind. This was so hid- den I could hardly find it. Soon my gun began to boom, and a few dropped here and there, though many shots never made a kill. I changed from fours to twos, and results were better. They were hard enough to kill, however hard hit, and no matter what size shot was used. At first they flew easily, but after circling a few times and being put into the air again and again’ they became wilder, and swifter of flight. Then the canvasbacks began shoot- ing by like rockets, and after I had carefully judged their speed a few dropped before my “Long Toms? (as) Crany, called st) ai coum hear Jackman and Crary shooting as if it THE REFERENDUM 189 were the Fourth and all of us in the States. Now, the geese kept flying thicker, but I shot more carefully, not making any but those I knew would be in range. There were about a half dozen geese in the shallow marsh-end where I was, and a half dozen canvasbacks, so I quit shooting. Occasionally IT could hear the long pole Jackman was using whack on the side of the scow as they pushed forward. The geese were well disturbed by the time they reached my end of the marsh, -and many of them headed south and east. The kill was thirteen, and more than a dozen canvasbacks. We hauled the scow high up and were starting for the ranch shack in a few moments, Sing Wong knew as much about baking a goose as any chef I ever knew of. He had five served up for supper, and all hands to the number of ten laid to and did them every justice imaginable. More were used for din- ner next day, and we three who set off south with the buckboard next morning were well supplied with goose for lunch. The cayuses Jackman was driving were full of fire or the devil, I know not which, but they could reel off the miles swiftly. Three hours nearly froze up our systems, plumbing, if you like, but we thawed out at Bill Partridge’s. Bull lived a. mile, about, from the near end of the big marsh. He had cared for every team, horseman, cayuse or steer that came his way, so he boasted. And he put up the team we drove, demanding that we make his shack home till we started back. He talked as though there was a hun- dred ranch shacks in the flats, when, the fact was, that his own was the only one for twenty miles. We warmed up and set out for the marsh. Bill said they were “sticking to the weeds.” The sun shone clear and bright, and a good wind was in the north. We could see noth- ing flying. Bill’s boat, or tub, as he named ’ it, held two easily. He took Crary, placing him in the bow, then grasped his paddle and pushed off. A sort of cannonading began when they were well out, and geese began swinging and circling before I had reached the point I had chosen as a blind amongst the deep weeds and tall grass. Jackman followed the marsh’s edge towards the left. He began shooting before I did. In a mo- ment we were all at it. Geese by the thou- sands, coming and going, honking and splash- ing. Such shooting was never equaled, and in an hour we were through. Bill began picking up, for he had concluded that enough was a-plenty. He pushed up gradu- ally to where Jackman’s skill, had dropped, then to mine. Crary easily brought them into the boat. Twelve geese in a couple of hours from going and returning to camp is what I call a good kill. Bill would not take more than six, so we drew the balance before they froze. After lunch in the ranch shack the team was hitched and we headed for Jackman’s, Straight over the trailless prairie. We hung out on the stables twenty-five of all our best, and they were well frozen and kept perfectly. The ranch hands hung another goodly string out for themselves: After supper pipes were lit and stories gone over again. We started early next morning for the barracks, Jack- man sending a buckboard along to carry the geese. There were forty strong men made happy when we arrived at that barracks. “Something better’n bull beef,’ they all agreed. And it did not take the men long to have them well dressed, turning to and helping the cooks and kitchen workers. From beef to juicy, young goose was a far stretch of real facts, but not an M. P. among them that could not make it. The antelope makes great sport in his sea- son in Canada the chickens entice many there also, but to Crary and I nothing calls like the Canada goose. We've gone after them in blinding snow, fighting the wind for our breath; we have paddled over marsh after marsh and never a goose, but when the sea- son is on again they lure us as easily as be- fore. Canada, without her goose, would not often be mentioned in sporting circles nor history. : WITH THE FISH COMMISSION BY HENRY WARNER MAYNARD. On the southern shore of Massachusetts, at the very tip of the peninsula which sepa- rates Buzzard’s Bay from the ocean, is the quaint old town of Woods Hole. Once in- significant, it has become well known as an important station of the United States Bu- reau of Fisheries, and is famous among sci- entists for its biological laboratories, both government and private. It is seventy-two miles by rail from Boston, and is the termi- nus of the Old Colony Railroad, whose tracks stop almost at the water’s edge, at a dock where touch steamers from New Bedford, which carry the traveler on to Vineyard Ha- ven, Cottage City and Nantucket. As one steams into Great Harbor the first thing ashore that catches the eye is the group of large buildings and docks to the north- west of the landing; this is the Fisheries station. A little farther inshore is the Ma- rine Biological Laboratory, where biologists from the colleges of the East come on sum- mer vacation for class work and original re- search. Moored to the Fisheries wharf, if it be summer time, one may perhaps see a white vessel, blunt of bow and with square ports, the U. S. S. “Fish Hawk,” the steamer which dredges up strange fishes and queer “slimy things with legs’ from the bottom of the sea. In 1871 the Fish Commission was or- ganized for the study of “the reasons for the decrease of food fishes,” and the little town of Woods Hole, Massachusetts, was selected 190 as a station. Since then the work has ex- panded greatly; stations have been estab- lished at Washington, Beaufort, N. C., Port- land, Me., and at many other places along the Atlantic bays and sounds, and at inland points. In 1880 the Fish Hawk was built especially for the work, and two years later the Albatross, the latter a fine vessel of one thousand tons, which later was sent to the Pacific, and has done remarkabl work in the western ocean, where it has dredged in four thousand and taken soundings in five thou- sand five hundred fathoms. The Fish Hawk is of some five hundred tons displacement, and at first glance there is nothing to distin- guish her especially from the many other vessels constantly passing along that great highway of commerce, Vineyard Sound, but once aboard the practiced eye will note the heavy boom attached to the foremast, with pulleys at the ends, and the donkey-engine just in front of the wheelhouse. When dredging, the boom is swung out on the star- board side, and a three-eighths inch steel ca- ble runs through the pulleys, and so over the side and out of sight to the main deck below. For the rest, there is little to Le seen differ- ing from an ordinary steamer, for the dredg- ing gear is stowed away below decks. AlI- though this boat is in the service of the Bu- reau of Fisheries, she is manned from the navy, and her four or five officers and the forty-five men who compose her crew are under orders from the Secretary of the Navy and not from the Secretary of the Depart- ment of Commerce and Labor. After having rambled over the Bureau’s laboratories and hatcheries, looking at the curious collections in aquariums and alcohol jars, it may be interesting to go out with the ship for a day’s dredging and see how these strange creatures are taken. Summer; blue sky above, dotted with white clouds; blue water beneath, with white- capped waves; and a cool fresh breeze from the southeast. About a mile and a half to the north are the islands of the Elizabeth group, with their musical Indian names, Nau- shon, Pasque, Nashawena, Penikese, green with the grass of pasture or the foliage of woodland. To the south, five miles away, is the island of Martha’s Vineyard, with an irregular coast-line, which shows yellow- white above the line of the sea, terminating at the west end in a bold, brilliantly colored cliff, Gay Head. The Fish Hawk is now steaming down Vineyard Sound in that di- rection, going out to her morning’s work. On the bridge, high above the upper or spar deck, are six men, three in uniform and three in civilian dress. Of the former, one is the captain, another the first officer and the third wears upon the sleeve of his sailor’s blouse the keys of the yeoman or ship's clerk. Raised on a couple of low trestles, on a hatch in the middle of the bridge, is a large drawing board bearing a chart of Vine- RECREATION yard Sound, and bending over it, busy with dividers and triangles, is the draughtsman. The other two civilians are the observers and are college boys, attached to the ship for va- cation only. The sextants which they use are in readiness on the hatch. The captain, who has been standing at the starboard end of the bridge, turns, and, walk- ing to the side of the draughtsman, looks at the chart, placing his finger at a point where a small pencil circle is drawn. “We must be getting nearly there,’ he remarks; then he turns to the two young fellows and says, “Stand by to angle.” At the word they spring up, each taking a sextant; they look at the near-by shore for a moment, and one says in a low tone, ‘“Naushon Southwest, to Pasque, to Nashawena.”’ These are the names of “triangulation points’ on the shore, whose positions are accurately known, over each of which a tall white tripod has been erected, showing at this distance as a dot against the trees or sky. The two raise the instruments to their eyes. A moment’s pause. PAre you ready: 7 a Ready, iii « Staniaimiye mark!” and the two sextants are lowered simultaneously. Together the observers step over to the draughtsman, and the recorder prepares to write. The observer who an- nounced the objects and gave the signal to mark looks at the vernier of his instrument and reads, “Naushon Southwest to Pasque, 57 degrees and 23 minutes.” ‘The draughts- man bends over a three-arm protractor, and as he sets the right arm on the graduated circle to the reading just given, he repeats, to make sure, “Naushon Southwest to Pasque, 57 degrees)and 23) nimutess: 11 @licckcisayis the observer, and then steps back, his im- mediate part done, while the recorder notes down the data. “Left,” says the draughts- man, and the other observer, stepping up, says, “Pasque to Nashawena, 40—38. Ae Tas | too, is checked and recorded and both angles set on the scale. The draughtsman then “be- gins to slide the protractor about over the chart in an apparently aimless manner, but on looking closer we may see at various points on the sheet tiny red triangles each with a dot in the centre and marked with some name. Among others we may read, “Naushon Southwest,” “Pasque,” and “Nash- awena,” on three islands v rv nearly in line, and it is now evident that the draughtsman is trying to make each arm of the protractor coincide with one of these points, because for every pair of angles there is one and only one position from which they could be taken. Now this is found; each arm lies just through the center of a red triangle, and the draughtsman, pressing a pencil through a hole in the instrument which marks the com- mon vortex of the angles, twirls it, and then, pushing the protractor asid , draws a circle about the point just made, which represents on the chart the exact location of the ship when the observers “marked,” ‘“‘Plotted,” he THE REFERENDUM says, and the captain steps to his side and makes a satisfied remark, for the rough circle which was the destination of the ship is so close to her actual position that the two cir- cles overlap. The captain walks to the front of the bridge, where an opening in the roof of the wheelhouse looks down upon the quartermas- ter. “Slow the main!” “Slow the main, sir,’ comes the answer. A bell clangs some- where down in the bowels of the ship and the vessel slows down. ‘Stand by on the Mamoudecx.. All ready, sir,” answers the boatswain from below. “Put the net over. Heave up. ’Vast heaving.” The donkey- engine throbs for a moment, and the net at the end of the steel cable swings up and hangs with its upper ring close to the end of the boom. “Stand by to lower.’ The cap- tain blows a whistle tlat hangs from his wrist, and to the whirring of the engine the net sinks until it is just below the surface. Again the whistle sounds and the whirring ceases. “Stop the port engine.’ ‘‘Stop port engine, sir,’ is repeated from the wheel- house, and again the bell clangs in the en- gine room. “Keep her southwest by south.” “Souw-west by sow’ sir,’ from the wheel- house. The net is being towed just under water, as a precaution to insure its landing on ihe bottom right side up, for if it becomes cap- sized the haul is wasted. The dredging ap- paratus is a trawl, seven feet across the beam, or top, with a net fifteen or twenty feet long of large mesh, one and a half or two inches; attached to the lower end is a scrape dredge, or mud-bag, the top a couple of feet long and six inches wide, with iron scrapers, the bag being of quarter-inch mesh, surrounded by another bag of strong canvas. “Stand by to lower.” The whistle blows shrilly and trawl and dredge sink out of sight, while the donkey-engine works vigor- ously. A sturdy seaman casts the lead, and his voice sounds up, musically, “Fourteen fathom, sir.’ The man at the donkey engine calls out the length of cable that has run off the reel, for every ten fathoms, as indicated by a registering device. “Twenty fathom out.” “Thirty fathom out, sir.” “Let out ten fathoms more,” says the captain, “and hold on to it.” “Fourteen and one-half fathom, sir,” from the leadsman. “Trawl on the _ bot- tom, sir,” says a seaman who has his hand on the cable as it runs out. “What kind of bot- tom?” calls the captain. “Sand, with patches of rock.” “Forty fathom out, sir,” calls the machinist, and the engine is silent. The haul is on. The vessel is moving slowly, - under half-speed of the starboard propeller. As the dredge finally sinks out of sight be- neath the surface of the water the observers with their sextants take the angles. Then, as before, they give the draughtsman the read- ings, from which he plots the ship’s position, 1g while the recorder takes down the angle values and the signals on which the angles were taken. (To be continued.) CARE OF THE DOG BY A, D. BURHANS, There is nothing that I enjoy more than caring for my dogs. Only a few of the dog fanciers of the country keep more than two, and a majority but one. One dog needs a bit of attention, occasionally, the same as when a half dozen or more are kept about a kennel and yard together. The fancier who spends a small amount of time on his dog has one that looks well, feels well, works well and is more closely attached to him than the neglected animal is to hfs master. There is a dog fancier of our acquaintance whose dog is only one man’s dog; I mean that he follows his master only. He can- not be coaxed away by any means. It gives a dog owner a sense of pride when his dog prefers its master’s society, rather than that OMOmMerse, lelisitisy doovsense. that) makes a fellow like to own a good animal. Dogs should get their baths and general disinfecting as regularly as feeding, for it is as important. One can size a dog owner up by the looks of his dogs. The past spring I bought a very fair bitch from a breeder ithad@heard avereat dealiot and) on her” i had placed something more than ordinary expectations. She arrived—and I arrived at the conclusion that her former owner did not know much about dog care, or else was very loose in his kennel management. She was scabby with filth from her head to heels, and developed a fine case of mange in no time, even though I was scrubbing her hide with castile soap and warm water every week. Between scrubbings she was well disinfected and kept in only clean quar- ters. The’ bedding im her kennel was sprinkled with a strong solution of crude carbolic acid, and the kennel floors were scrubbed weekly. Plenty of air-slaked lime is used on yard and after scrubbing. The bitch soon began to show signs of improvement as a result of my care, and to- day she is about over the skin trouble. Dur- ing the day my kennel is open, if the weather is not stormy. T'wo unglazed windows on the south are open most of the year. Heavy netting of a quarter-inch mesh is nailed over them on the inside. The roof is water tight and the floor is warm, being banked up in winter on the outside and heavily bedded with coarse hay. I do not believe in pam- pering a dog except in coldest weather, and then only to keep him warm. My kennel was made of a new coal shed, and I built in the partitions as needed at my leisure, Qn 192 the coldest nights, a few big barrels, which stand up on end when not in use, are laid on their sides on the floor. They are deeply bedded with hay and a burlap bag is tacked over the open end. Two dogs of medium size crawl into them and. curl up together, keeping quite warm. This I call pampering them, Give a dog too much care in any weather and he loses his natural ruggedness. If he is given a warm cellar to sleep in and arti- ficial heat to lay by his eyes become af- fected, he hates the cold and stays close to his! warm) Spot... Ay dog ithatiic isompreated can never do a day’s work in the field. My dogs get a dog’s care, but they cannot live in the same house with me. Small yards are easily raked off once a week and the refuse buried. In some places it is very easy to keep a dog clean. Where a fancier can stretch a wire from tree to tree or from post to post he can then chain the dog to it where he can take a goodly amount of exercise. Every animal should be thus chained to a wire or yarded. yards are large, and occasionally I spade them up and sow to rye, oats or some grass. Before spading them, air-slaked lime should be well and thoroughly sifted all over them. Cleanliness is worth a deal in the care of dogs. In summer, wash them often or let them swim in the river or a clean creek. Take a bar of soap along and do a good Job while (yous sare vat it use a stout brush with a mighty stiff bristle also. If you do the job gently, the dog soon learns to like it. Feeding is quite an item if two or more dogs are kept. I keep about a dozen! When one was kept he had his feed from the meat cuttings and table scraps, but now a rough dog bread, made of corn meal principally, forms) ithe) bill ot ane) akan laten neallwarnd winter many fresh bones from the butcher are given them to play with and crunch on. Some meat) is added: tothe /corn bread: During spring and summer corn meal bread straight is the ration, with only a bone oc- casionally to keep the teeth in trim. It does not cost much to feed a dog if one goes at it right. A good dog is one largely deriving his quality from careful keeping. “Half 1s in the feed and half is in the breed—but the biggest half is in the feed.” One often hears this among dog fanciers and breed- ers. A great amount of pleasure is derived from a good dog, while one poorly cared for bothers neighbors and is an eyesore to the owner. When a dog goes sniffing about the neighbors’ and “gets into things” they have a right to do away with him. Keep'the dog at home and always give him kind treatment, My | RECREATION A BEAR HUNT Editor, RECREATION : Since Recreation has changed hands it is more interesting. I am one of the oldest hunters and) trappers’ )1m))/this)\/countiyeay il trapped and hunted in the Adirondacks fifty years ago. I have kept a kennel of hunting dogs fifty-five years. I have got a prize winning English bloodhound, fox, bear, coon, rabbit, bird dogs, greyhounds. My last hunt was a bear and coon hunt. Two hunters from Vermont came to my place to buy bear and coon dogs. We had to go about thirty miles to get where the bears were. We started the day before the hunt, got an early start in the morning. As soon as the dogs found a fresh trail we turned them loose.) hey, took ithe, trathy oldriame young dogs. Away they went full cry. The dogs came up to a bear and two cubs in the big timber, composed of large trees. The bear had a fight with the dogs before she treed. The dogs were all baying when we got here. Some of the young dogs were jumping against the tree. Some were try- ing to chew it down. I climbed a small tree that stood next to the big tree. I got up even with the bear. I could almost reach her with my gun. The men held the dogs when I shot her down. When she struck the ground the dogs pulled away from the men. The old and young dogs had her by the hind legs. Each one had a good shake at her, When we started to take the bear away the dogs went back to another tree, where the two cubs were. One of the Vermont men said he wanted a live cub. He fixed a harness out of some ropes he carried in his game bag. He climbed to where the cub was; with a club he hit the cub a crack on the nose. Down he came. The dogs were all chained to trees. We pounced on the cub and had him in the harness in short order. The other cub went higher up the tree, out on a big limb that reached to a large lean- ing tree with the top broken off. He went in the hollow tree. It being a very large tree and we having no axes with us, we con- cluded to leave him. On our way back to the road the dogs took a trail from a creek; followed to a coon den in the rocks. We soon had the coons out. The Vermont men said those dogs beat anything they ever saw for coon and bear hunting. We had all the game we could take with us and the live cub, which took two men most of the time to manage. When we got to the mountain road a man came along with a two-horse lumber wagon. We loaded in the game; got to where our rig was already waiting to take us to Saratoga. We had a good sup-. per and lots of hunting. We related adven- tures that evening. The two Vermonters started home next morning with their two bear and coon dogs—their cub in a stout , box—two happy men. O, F, Blanchard, Saratoga Springs, N, Y. *Lwixt You and Me THE MULLINS PRESSED STEEL MOTOR BOATS. The W. H. Mullins Co., of Salem, Ohio, announce that they will have an exhibit of their pressed steel motor boats at the Motor Show, Madison Square Garden, New York, between February 21st and March 8th, and at the Boston Show, March roth to 17th. They will have on exhibition their 16, 18 and 22-foot motor boats, and no doubt this exhibition will be of particular interest to lovers of this sport. There are a great many excellent features about a pressed steel boat that cannot be had in the ordinary wood hull. This company has met with great success in their line, and have made preparations for a very much greater output during the coming season. THE FAY & BOWEN ENGINE, The Fay & Bowen Engine Co., of Geneva, N. Y., re- port a large increase in sales for both the season just closed and the season of 1906. They have not only ex- tended their trade in the United States, but their foreign trade has also increased and is constantly growing. The distinctive feature of their two-cycle marine engine is their patented mechanism for the make-and-break spark, which is conceded to be the most reliable and efficient device of its kind on the market. They also have special features in design which appeal to the trade, and their claim for reliability as a distinctive feature of their motor appears to be well founded. Although they have heretofore manufactured but a limited number of complete boats in comparison with their output of engines, the demand for their high-grade boat work has increased to such an extent that they are planning to double their output of hulls ‘this year over last. In addition to stock boats in 21, 25 and 30-foot launches, they manufacture special boats to order, among those now under construction being a 30x 7-foot boat with glass front and extension roof, for shipment to Florida; a 40-foot half-cabin outfit intended for the Muskoka Lakes, and a 4o-foot hunting cabin boat de- signed for a St. Louis gentleman. They also build a specially attractive combination speed and family boat 35 feet in length by 5 feet beam, equipped with their four-cylinder, 16 h. p. engine and which, with even this small power, attains a speed of 13 miles an hour. They are making a specialty of high-grade hull construc- tion and invite inspection of their plant at any time. CALENDAR FREE, The Harrington & Richardson Arms Co., of Wor- cester, Mass., have published a very attractive calendar for 1906, and say that they will be pleased to send one to any of our subscribers who will send his name and address to them and mention that he saw the offer in RECREATION. SUCCESS IN ENGINE BUILDING, The Detroit Auto-Marine Company, 77 Congress street, East, Detroit, are making preparations to handle their im- mense business for 1906, so that their customers will not be disappointed on deliveries. They have recently incor- porated with an authorized capital of $150,000, and new and expensive automatic machinery, including some of the finest grinding machines ever turned out, have been added to their equipment, and they propose that in 1906 every machine turned out by them will have every piston and ring ground and polished, as well as the crank-shaft, and as a result their engine will be as nearly perfect as it is possible for the latest machinerygio make it. They are al- ready under way building some 2,000 engines of the dif- ferent sizes and will have a large portion of them on the floor of their shipping room ready for 1906 deliveries. They make six different sizes, from 1 to 20 h.-p., and from 1 to 4 cylinders. PETERS’ IDEAL SHELLS, At Dublin, Ind., October 24th, high average was won by Mr. L. H. Reid, shooting Peters’ Ideal shells; score, 145 out of 150. Mr. Reid has recently attended six tournaments, beginning with Lynn, Ind., September 23d, following with Rensselaer, Ind.; Cedar Springs, Ohio; Indianapolis, Ind.; Moreland, Ind., and ending with Dublin, Ind., October 24th. He shot at 1,350 targets and broke 1,322, an average of 98 per cent. This fine work reflects credit on the man, but he insists that it is largely os the wonderful qualities of Peters’ factory-loaded shells. lla CARLOAD OF “3 IN ONE.”’ On October 31st the G. W. Cole Company, sole manu- facturers of the famous ‘3 in One” oil, shipped an entire carload in one consignment. This was the biggest single shipment of an order for 3 in One’ or any gun or household oil that was ever made. The shipment consisted of 66,240 bottles. As everyone knows, who knows anything about guns and oils, lubricants, etc., the sales of “3 in One” are going forward by leaps and bounds, the increased sales of this lubricant, cleaner and rust preventer being un- SounineOnemuhas: "been soldi allmiover: aie 66 precedented. 3 world for many years. WON A GOLD MEDAL. The Hunter Arms Co.’s new catalogue is now out, and is a very handsome specimen of the printer’s art. Every man who uses a gun should write for one of their catalogues. This company makes the L. C. Smith Hammerless and the Hunter One Trigger guns, which won the gold medal at the Lewis and Clark Exposition, in face of very keen competition. Their factory is at Fulton, N. Y. THE MARLIN BABY REPEATING RIFLE. » .22 long to be used. nm the chamber, gives 15 shots without reloading. full description of this rifle, The capacity of the n s There is a choice of octagon or round barrels. 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SCHWERIN, Vice-President and General Manager CHICAGO NEW YORK Si LOUIS BALTIMORE BOSTON 120 Jackson Boulevard 1 Broadway—349 Broadway 903 Olive Street Baltimore & Hanover 170 Washington St. PHILADELPHIA WASHINGTON SYRACUSE HAMBURG, (GERMANY) LONDON, (ENG.) 632 Chestnut St. 511 Pennsylvania Av. 212 W. Washington St. Amerika Haus, Ferdinandstrasse 49 Leadenhall St. GHARLES FRANCIS PRESS, NEW renee Pe adch dy iii ata A ee al eM ok NLR aaa ALA se tae OTE cA nt ak CTIA ils an hall au eae ey eaiedichan AGA RORAT lal ditaadeaniegshdiad a bie hiph 4 i BW iat LSE ig Mea: OH i i Hh) LM WY Hi fit: ne MW igh Phi! SWORE rN EIN ld aK i TALKING IT OVER During the long winter evenings there is nothing more interesting or profitable than.to study up the subject of summer holidays and learn a little of the many attractive districts in Canada that are reached by the Grand ‘Trunk Railway System, and which are becoming more and more popular each year. The ‘Temagami region offers unlimited attractions for the devotee of rod and line and to the tourist and sportsman. Handsome publications descriptive of (use regions, containing maps and all informa- tion, may be had for the asking by applying to Gol. BELLE; General Passenger and Ticket Agent, GRAND TRUNK RAILWAY SYSTEM, MONTREAL, are a rt ot O NYS AD PY EF RT! SS E R - Mode! H, 30 h. p. Touring Car, $2,500, f. o. b. Detroit. (not including lamps) Four-Cylinder Perfection It is concentration of effort that has made the Cadillac what it is. For five years its makers—the master designers and motor builders of America—have focused their endeavors upon a single object—to produce a faultless motor car. A consummation of these efforts is found in the magnificent line of 1906 cars, notable among which are the four-cylinder types. These models embody every point of excel- lence thus far found in any of the high-priced cars, either of American or foreign make. When you remember the remarkable efficiency of the famous Cadillac single-cylinder engine, and consider this same principle embodied in quadruple form, you will gain a slight idea of the serviceable- ness of these powerful four- cylinder models of the Se renin ee ener Among the many improve- ments is an automatic governor which limits the speed of the engine . when the latter is disconnected, eliminating vibration and saving much fuel and energy. Another is the mechanically operated oil feed (found on all Cadillac models) which supplies oil to the engine in accordance with its speed, keeping it always in a state of perfect lubrication. Transmission is of the exclusive Cadillac planetary type with specially cut and hardened gears. The bodies are of unusual elegance, and luxuri- ously appointed. Wheel base c model H (30 h. p.) 100 inches; Model L (40 h. p.) 110 inches. Practically noiseless; comfortable and easy-riding as a Pullman coach. ’ Let us send address of nearest dealer and our finely illustrated catalog K which will tell you more about the 1906 Cadillacs. Acar to suit any purse, any requirement. Model K, 10 h. p. Runabout, $750. Model H, 30 h. p. Touring Car, $2,500. All prices Model M, Light Touring Car, $950. | Model L, 40h. p. Touring Car, $3,750. _—f. 0. b. Detroit. CADILLAC MOTOR CAR CO., Detroit, Mich. Member Asso. Licensed Auto. Mfrs. 7 1 ; ° “ s ° 9 When corresponding with advertisers please mention ‘‘Ikecreation Ri En Ge te) ee id WANTS = FOR, SALE :: EXCHANGE =k — TL (ON aes AOD. .V ER Ta Saeeeer ‘ DVERTISEMENTS will be inserted under the proper heading in this department at the rate of 5 cents a word, each initial and figure counting as one word. Cash must invariably accompany the order. less than fifty cents. be deducted from a twelve-time order. ple twelve times a year for the sum of $6.00. KENNEL “| & HE LARGEST Pointer Kennel in the World is 3AR Harpsor KENNELS, Bar Harbor, Maine. BEAGLE better. HOUNDS—Young and mature stock. None All eligible and bred to hunt. ““Deponair,”’ South-End. Gloversville, N. Y. FOR SALE—Pedigreed Pointer first. M. Puppies, whelped July W. OBERHOLTZER, Hatfield, Pa. IRISH SETTER at STUD IRISH BOY @%3 Fee, $20.00 For information write M.W. BADEN, Box 930, Winfield, Kas. YOUNG’S IMPROVED DOG BISCUIT For sale by all Grocers and Sporting Goods dealers. Send for our special premium offer. YOUNG’S BISCUIT CO., 89 Fulton Street, Boston, Mass. aA Mi a = ON Dog Diseases AND HOW TO FEED Mailed Free to any address by the author H. Clay Glover, D.V.S. = 1278 Broadway, N. Y. KENNEL SUPPLIES Dog Chains, Brushes, Combs, Shipping Crates, Medicines, Dog and Puppy Cakes, all the latest and best books. A complete list in our Kennel Supply circular mailed free. Excelsior Wire & Poultry Supply Co. 26-28 Vesey St., Dept. R. C. New York, N. Y. No advertisement will be inserted at A discount of 10 per cent. may It is possible through this department to reach nearly 400,000 peo- Display type and illustrations at regular rates. KENNEL POINTERS AND SETTERS WANTED TO TRAIN. Game plenty. H. H. Smiru, Brookville, Pa. FOR SALE—Trained Coon, Fox and Rabbit Hounds. ComrADE KenneEts, Bucyrus, Ohio. POULTRY F REE—1906 Catalogue. Forty varieties land and watei fowl. S. A. HumMMEL, Box 68, Freeport, Ill. P OULTRY PAPER, 74 pages, illustrated, 25c. per year; 4 months’ trial, 10c.;; sample free; 64 pages prac- tical poultry book free to yearly subscribers; book alone, 1oc.; catalogue poultry books free. Pouttry ApvocaTE, Dept. R, Syracuse, N. Y. W HITE WYANDOTTE COCKRELS. Now is the time to make soup of your old rooster and im- prove your stock with new blood for hatching this Spring. I have some beautiful cockrels (Duston strain) for sale, very cheap. Every bird guaranteed, and sent on approval. F. WarRREN SUMNER, Elizabeth, N. J. Poultry and Pigeon Feed Send for price list DONOVAN & BURNS 246 Fulton Street = New York, N. Y. SQUAB WE WERE THE PIONEERS IN SQUABS. Our Hom- ers are straight bred and unexcelled for size. We have supplied equipment for many of the finest estates : in America. Our plant is the largest and best widturd) in the world. During the past year we sold — more Homers than all other pigeon breeders OOS and importers in America combined. There is Es 5 s a reason for this; look around before buying. We publish a full line of printed matter, covering every detail of this rich industry. Send for our Free Book, “How to Make Money with Squabs.” Visitors welcome at our plant and peste office. ees . wistad : WS ALS AS AS Ale LYMOUTH OCK SQUAB O., : SOOug 402 Howard Street, Melrose, Mass. SPECIAL SIXTY DAY OFFER: Just to introduce our Selected Imported Belgian Homers, we will give FREE a complete outfit for breed- ing squabs. Send 4 cents in stamps for our special offer circular which tells you all. There are no better Homers in America than our birds, and our prices are lower than any other firm. Remember, we are the larg- 2st importers in America. We also have all kinds of Pheasants, Swan, Peacocks, Wild and Fancy Waterfowls, Turkeys, White Guineas, Poultry, Collie Dogs, Fancy Pigeons and Imported Angora Cats. Write for what you want. Care Cop Squas, PouLtry AND GAME FarM, Box G, Wellfleet, Mass. When corresponding with advertisers please mention “Recreation’. Wwe 6 AT J. O NS Meebo bik « J 8S. B OR TANNING RECIPE FIRST-CLASS TANNING. My formulas enable any man to successfully tan any hide and get a soft No machinery. Quick, labor-saving elt, no matter how tender; velvet finish. methods; you cannot hurt any : experience not necessary. ‘urther information gladly supplied if you inclose stamp. _My two formulas and complete instructions sent for $3.00. , ; Epwin Drxon, Taxidermist, Unionville, Ontario, Canada. RUBBER STAMPS AND STENCILS D° YOU USE RUBBER STAMPS? We make the best rubber stamps and stencils in New York. Pro- tectograph, the best safety check protector made. Rubber Type Alphabets, 5A fonts, $1.10 postpaid. Send postal for circular. ; : AsraM Aarons, 16% University Place, N. Y. COTTAGES AND APARTMENTS LOVELY COTTAGE in Adirondacks for sale, cheap. Rare bargain. Hunting, fishing, scenery, location, -all fine. Dr. MoreHouse, Wevertown, N. Y. PARTMENTS, 3 to 7 rooms each; rooms sin- gle and en suite. The Hinman, Apartment and European Hotel, MarsHatt Cooper, Megr., 7th and Figuerda, Los Angeles, Cal. Booklet mailed free. MISCELLANEOUS WE ARE BREAKING UP a $20,000 collection of un- used Postage Stamps at about half Scott’s cat- Selling catalogue of coins, 10c; of stamps, toc. Stamp & Coin EXCHANGE, 61 Nassau St., New York, N. Y. alogue. FOR SALE—Beautiful Shells, Stones, Gun Flints, Curios. Geo. Titts, Albion, N. Y. Indian Relics, Gem $ PAID FOR RARE 1853 QUARTERS; $4 paid §.75 for 1804 dimes; $15 paid for 1858 dollars; big prices paid for hundreds of other dates; keep all money coined before 1879 and send 10 cents at once for a set of two coin and stamp value books. It may mean a fortune to you. Address C. F. Crarxe, Agent, Le Roy, N. Y., Dept. 3. NO MORE GRAY HAIR , RB RUCELINE, the only genuine remedy for restoring ! gray hair to its natural color; 40 years on the : market. No dye, and _ harmless. $1.00 per bottle. Treatise on the hair sent on application, FREE. BrucetineE Co., 57 W. 2ist St., New York. TELEGRAPHY Circular free. Wonderfu automatic teacher. 5 styles $2.00 up. OMNIGRAPH CO., Dept, W., 39 Cortlandt St., New York, Beginning with April, RecREATION will be $1.50 per year. Subscrip- tions received before April first will be accepted at $1.00. TAXIDERMISTS ww JOHN MURGATROYD TAXIDERMIST Finest Work at Reasonable Prices 49 West 24th Street, New York, N. Y. Also at (Old Stand) 38 No. William St. and 126 St. James Place, Brooklyn, N. Y. ROWLAND, TAXIDERMIST. A specialty in mount- ing moose, elk, caribou and deer heads; also fish. 182 Sixth Ave., New York. Telephone. D ONT Wis VE the copies ot your prowess! Make your sport more than pay for itself by taking m COMPLETE correspondence course in TAXIDERMY, $5 only. Others cost $15, and up. Send price to CLARENCE BIRDSEYE, Jr., 42 Broadway, New York, N. Y. GUNS FOR SALE OR EXCHANGE—Guns and _ Sporting Goods. - Lowest possible prices, new and second- hand. Circular Free. State your wants. F. D. Sawyer, Gray, Maine. FoR SALE—Malcolm Telescope Rifle Sight. : Cost $18. Will sell for $10. Cuas. Howarp, Manistique, Mich. FOR SALE—Remington Lee Sporting Rifle, .30-.30 Peep Sights. Price, $20. R. O. Bowman, Medina, Ohio. FOR SALE—Remington Lee Sporting Rifle, .30-.30 cal., mounted with Lyman Remington Lee Peep Sight and ivory bead front sight. This gun is an accurate and hard shooter, and is as good as new. Price, $20. Address Rost. O. Bowman, Medina, Medina Co., Ohio. LENS FOR SALE—At a bargain, one 4x5 Anastigmat Lens, f 6. 8. C. L. Wyckorr, 125 Kent St., Jamestown, N. Y BUFFALO HORNS BUFFALO HORNS, matched pairs, polished and mount- - -ed; also make into showy hall racks; flint-lock pistols; Indian relics, ancient and modern; Navajo blankets; elk tusks; old brass, pewter and crockery. LI- lustrated lists, 2 cents. N. Carrer, Elkhorn, Wis. GUIDES IG GAME. Hunting on the Head Waters of the Stickine River. JI am better prepared than ever to furnish outfits, pack horses and guides for the season 1905. Moose, caribou, Stone’s sheep, goat, black, brown and grizzly bear are all killed within one hundred miles of ‘Telegraph Creek. Season opens September rst. References: Andrew J. Stone, J. R. Bradley, T. T. Reese. J. Franx CALiBreatTH, Telegraph Creek, B. C. Via Wrangle, Alaska. SOUVENIR POSTAL CARDS post CARD EXCHANGERS—Send 25 cents for full membership fee and receive Post Cards from Ex- changers throughout the country. Don’t wait; do it now, lest you forget it. Address all communication to the UnitTep Souvenir Post Carp ExcHANGE AGENCY, 115 E. Second St., Washington, North Carolina. When corresponding with advertisers please mention “Recreation” 5 Around Our Camp Fire I leave this rule for others when I'm dead, Be always sure you're right—then go ahead. Ye Fyshing Month April is the fisherman’s month. In the north and in the west the angler’s rod gen- erally comes from its retirement at this sea- son; those lucky fellows who live in the south need hardly put theirs away. The daily newspapers are never tired of making fun of fish stories, ranking them with the bear stories and snake stories that come in season later in the year. RECREATION, however, knows what fishing is and realizes the abso- lute truthfulness of most fishermen. We anglers are gifted with imagination, and when we attempt to measure the length of a fish with our arms are, perhaps, inclined to spread a trifle wider than a strict measure- ment of our big fish would have warranted. But that the fisherman has no real intention to glorify himself unduly is evident, seeing the arms always stretch widest when he tells the story of the fish that got away. All the foregoing may be considered as an introduction to our request for a supply of good stories dealing with fishing, together with photographs of the fish, including the before mentioned one that got away. We propose to make RECREATION for April a fish- ing number, and to make it so good that it will be stored away after being read, with the old flies, hooks and broken tips that every fisherman has a collection of. Those who have MSS. to submit should send them in early—to avoid the rush. Frank Ford’s Department Will in future devote itself solely to the furnishing of information to RECREATION’S readers. Hitherto he has acted as salesman for those entitled to the use of his services. In this capacity he has been a wonderful suc- cess, but the time has now come (with the extraordinary growth of this magazine) when he finds it absolutely necessary to limit his field, in order to cover that field success- fully. Every mail brings in numerous re- quests for information and assistance, and these must be attended to, while sales and exchanges can just as well be effected —DAVID CROCKETT. through the medium of our advertising pages (at our usual rates), so that it seems the part of true wisdom to make this change. Of course, it would be possible to add to his staff, but in a one-man department such as his, any number of clerical assistants could never take the place of the head. ‘There is only one FRANK Forp, and a working day has but a certain number of hours in it. So, in future, our friends who wish to make an exchange, to buy, or to sell, will take them up with REcREATION’s Advertising Department, from which they will receive the most cordial assistance, absolutely fair treatment, and no doubt from which they will also derive the greatest satisfaction. On the other hand, those desiring information or assistance will continue, as heretofore, to write to Frank Ford. Last Call “All subscriptions received on or before April first will be accepted at $1.00. After that $1.50.” This announcement appeared on the first page of the February number and a great many of our readers immediately subscribed or renewed their subscriptions. By sending $2.00 you can renew your subscription now for two years. Do not fail to take advantage of the oppor- tunity thus offered—this 1s your last chance— for we positively cannot accept subscriptions after April Ist at less than $1.50. If you will kindly bear in mind the follow: ing suggestions when remitting, it will elim: inate the possibility of error and save both you and us unnecessary expense and trouble: Write distinctly your name and address in full. State the year and month with which your subscription should begin. This applies both to new subscriptions and renewals. Make all money orders and checks payable to RECREATION, 23 WEST 24TH ST., New York Ciry. eect att. O UN S A Dp VY F&F R T I S E R THESE FOUR PICTURES (IN COLORS) FREE O every reader of this magazine who loves nature and animals and outdoor life, we will send with- out charge these beautiful pictures, printed in col- ors on heavy plate paper, without lettering. Beautiful and appropriate decorations for library or den, they are won- derful examples of the art of color printing. The subjects represented will appeal to nature lovers generally. Framed at moderate cost, these pictures will add much to the beauty of your home, or they can be used just as they are in any room of the house. Size of picture, 1014x714 inches; retail price 50 cents each. Why We Make Ghis Offer The object of this offer is to acquaint you with our new ‘‘Li- brary of Natural History’’ which has recently been published, after years of labor and at an enormous expense. It is the only work of its kind in existence illustrated from actual pho- tographs, of which it contains over 2,000, besides many full- page plates showing birds and animals in their natural colors. livery living creature on the earth—animal and man—is de- seribed and pictured in this Library. In many eases special expeditions armed with cameras and dry plates had to be sent to foreign lands to secure the photographs from which these illustrations were made. The work is not technical or dry, but teems with the most interesting and instructive stories of animal life, told by famous naturalists and explorers. Over 2,000,000 copies have already been sold in Germany and Eng- land. No Obligation _ Your application for the pictures imposes no ob- ligation to purchase the Library. We will forward the pictures, together with a description of the “iP books, by mail, postpaid. You will not be oo bothered by agents or canvassers; this Soci- Se o ety transacts all its business by cor- 4g 9? wid respondence. aes oe 3 As an evidence of good faith, en- © Ser M9" © close 10 cents (stamps or silver) for O 1 SOS SE SX 05 Do not confuse these with cheap postage and wrapping. This Q ie go 42 wa pictures, They sell at Art Stores will be refunded if you re- » Roc > ae 3 2 haha PY SY 5 ‘ad ae. ee each. quest it after examining the Oo Re SE pictures. Mail the accompanying coupon promptly, as the © Y as ose ane supply of pictures is limited, and this advertisement will yr SY S Ce ee not appear again. tee Se Sgt ) .” o Pat of s a ooh THE oe UNIVERSITY SOCIETY Pw PS : as Pe) aw oor & ° d 78 FIFTH AVENUE ON ot SP i & » NEW YORK CITY oo SSS ae as wy OOS Su? “<° Ny When corresponding with advertisers please mention “ Recreation” R BCR EATIO NN’ S* Bop vy See ho See Nothing too quick for a Graflex Camera as actual results prove A Graflex does all that any other camera can do—and more. No focusing scale; no little finder necessary. You see the full size picture, right side up — not reversed — at the instant of exposure. No matter how many other cameras you have —the Graflex and its wonderful work cannot failtointerest you. Illustrated catalogue, containing half-tone reproductions from Graflex negatives, will be mailed upon request. Folmer & Schwing Co. Rochester, N. Y. December 6, 1905. Century Camera Co., Rochester, N. Y. Gentlemen: After three years’ work with a 5 x 7 Century Camera, I begin to realize the real significance of your term ‘‘Century Q@uality.”’ Not a defect in wood-work or bellows, never a single light-struck plate. Your Cirkut Camera advertisment has caught my eye. I would like a booklet. Yours truly, H. GORDON, Niagara Falls, N. Y. When corresponding with advertisers please mention “Recreation” Vol. XXIV . Number 3 RECREATION A Monthly Devoted to Everything the Name Implies Dan Beard, Editor ONE DOLLAR A YEAR 5 TEN CENTS A COPY CONTENTS FOR MARCH, 1906 Cover Design . : : : ; : i : j Te Osean In Algonquin Land : : . Arthur Howell Mabley 195 lustrated The Airedale Terrier 2 ; : ; : ; ‘ Haibect Resdee 205 Mlustrated My First Cruise . : ; : ; é ; JC. Abel 269 Illustrated Spring . 3 : : : ; yo Arthuy Le Phelps 214 Verses Game in California : 3 ; : : ; ’ Chant We Hardian 216 Illustrated . In the Medicine Bow Range . 3 : ‘ : se UGhas UM: Carroll 291 An Elk Hunt in the Big Horns ; : : : Sa Richard: Madison 204 Illustrated Waking : : : ; ; : ( : eer Gassios Bilivian 2 Verses oe The Mystery of the Blue Goose : : ; Meera oer Pre-historic Game Tracks : b ; ; Meaney Nieto sis say Illustrated Mallard Shooting in Kansas : ; : : 1G Brancard 237 My Nu hstches . . 2 s . C ° ° MargaretWentworth Leighton 240 Illustrated The Comrades : : Be Nop a eee 943 Camping on the Yosemite Road ; Ae ery ll 249 Illustrated College Men as Tramp Photographers ; . EA. Spears 255 Illustrated Dan Beard and the Boys . ; : . 960 Photography . d : ; : . 2973 Editorial ; ' ; : : ; ; 962 The Hunting Dog : ; i P : 275 Guns and Ammunition : s i ; 264 Fishing 2 ; ; : A : . 277 Motoring. 3 : ; . : ; 969 The Referendum : ; ; ; ; 280 The contents of this magazine are copyrighted and must not be reprinted without permission. WM. E. ANNIS, Publisher, 23 West Twenty-fourth Street, New York Copyrighted, 1905, by Wm. E. Annis Entered at the New York Post-ofice as Second Class Matter | ' Tiss Making a Doubl Duck Shooting Goose Shooting PICLUTS IN Water Golor 1—Caught Napping 3—The Canada Goose 2—Making a Double 4—The Goose Hunter Perfection Attained in Sportsman’s Art These pictures combine the best talent of six different artists. The water color work is byS. A. Thors. Flying Ducksand Geese drawn by Lynn Bogue Hunt. By this combination I have produced a set of pictures that surpass any shooting pictures ever produced by a single artist. The pictures are 16x20 in. on imported Whatman paper 22x28 in. Price, $2.00 each; two for $3.50. Pictures sent prepaid by mail. Money refunded if not satisfactory. I will send you FREE a set of halftone reproductions 5x7 to give you a better idea of the pictures. I want Agents to canvass the sportsmen in every town in the United States. The pictures sell at sight. WHAT THE SPORTSMEN SAY ABOUT THEM : “Your pictures are superb.’’—A. F. BLoom, Omahu Bee, Omaha, Neb. ‘Your pictures are certainly true to life.’,—-McBrayer-Moore Westmoreland Stock Farm, Danville, Kentucky. “Your pictures have won the admiration of all callers at my office.’”,—ELLIoT F. Ray, Sec’y Pueblo Shooting Club, Pueblo, Colorado. ‘¢Your pictures are certainly works of art and beyond anything of their kind Ihave seen foralong time.”—Dr. E. W. ADAMSON, Calumet Hospital, Douglas, Arizona. ; This cut is from” one corner of ‘Caught Napping.” E. HENDRICH, 218 E. 18th Street, New York City When corresponding with advertisers please mention “Recreation” ie La ag ss) , V 7 | tide ney a a } \ wn hy ie ey iy ; Fi iy , ' j ie On Vy Pood Millie i ae Aye a ett i, } PW at hedl) mt i i i ie la ‘ thi NOt i TRL IU SNe ea a yet yy ; by 7 Nia a fl if 7 wen y ee | } t 1 1 i A aa Bern a phan Wi BMY it rea OAc Wes, t hla Jey yA ie i: He, } | a oe fe hy aaatea fit hy Meal Mia! ue 4 ut Oo) a ae nn) Ni On, ; ie | 4 f i " f y 1 j 1 ’ { iL f i M4 \ | i \ Fa ? Nie 4 ! ' 1 1 t i yur : a / ia / if he f i) i} i i i \ i - MuVd NINONODIV FHL NI dWVO IvadI NV : Se CREATION VOL. XXIV. MARCH 1906 sais hae cit PN AlLGONO U IEN | L A New IBY AIS SOIR ISUUIE ILS IMDNIBIID NY |T was merely a vague | possibility until that Drighves ime; imorn= ing made it a pur- DOSe, Whe ined reached Toronto on our annual sojourn and had four hours to wait for the ond Trunk train north. “We''’ do it,” said we, and before noon we ha* rounded up the following camp outfit : One tent, drill, 714x090 feet, without poles or fly; folding camp stove, weigh- ing about three pounds; a few pieces of tinware; assorted provisions for a month. To these we later added two portable cots and some bedding. Be it known Miatemetmer my wite nor 1 had )ever camped, even so much as in the back yard. We had neither read authorita- tive works on camp economics, nor puz- zled over the enticing pages of beauti- ful catalogues published by the manu- facturers Of caimpers supplies. We were merely humble disciples of the Forest and trusted in the Wilderness. Extending some fifty miles north of the Ottawa division of the Grand Trunk Railway system, at a point about seven- ty-five miles east of Georgian Bay, lies Algonquin Park, the national reserve land of Ontario. Numerous tourists pass through a corner of this tract of two thousand square miles, but few leave the train and find their way into the in- 195 terior. It is still wild, with all the wild- ness of the primeval woods of this, the oldest forest im North America, Ex- cept for the inroads of lumbermen and the railroad, it is a land still unharmed by the hand of man. It is no summer resort and it supports no hotel. The man who ventures within its confines must needs be his own supporter as well Ast aulOven One thee lites. Mo the de- votee of the primitive she shows vistas of beauty that delight and entrance, and for the genuine sportsman, whose chief aim is not death, she is generous. Rock, water and trees are the elements out of which this beauty is made. Fire-rent granite, veined with seams of quartz and mica, forms the ground floor of a thick vegetation of pine, spruce and hemlock, whose roots*seem to pene- trate into the very rock, so shallow is the nourishing soil. Eight hundred lakes, many of them nameless and un- surveyed, fill the hollows in the rocks. Deep lakes these are, with waters cold and dark, enshrouded in the strong arms of the interminable forest. We had secured a government. map of the park before leaving home and we now set to work upon it to find a suit- able place for camping. We knew noth- ing of the region from personal experi- ence, nor were we successful in secur- ing knowledge from others. Even at Huntsville, our jumping-off place, we found out only the fact that if you wish to know what a place is like you must 196 go and find out. As Rainy Lake was near the boundary line, thus offering an easy escape in view of the dangers of this step into the dark, and, besides, was on the railroad, we decided for the lake of ominous name—a name well- deserved, as we discovered. We bought at Huntsville a staunch canoe—Peterborough model—which by its good behavior in all kinds of weather became an honorary member of our household under the Christian name of “Hilda.” The Canadians excel in hos- pitality and canoe building. We were offered a birch canoe for a third of the sum, but, romance and drowning aside, the lone Indian’s canoe is a botch beside the slim cedar skiff of his Canadian brother. Our craft was 16x3 feet, with the slight bulge below the gunwale, which makes the difference between life on the water and death in it. Rainy Lake station proved to be a sawmill surrounded by a few forlorn houses, apparently built for a day and a night. The presence of a lone couple dumped in that desolate spot was an interesting spectacle to the two or three individuals that sidled around us, but when they found that we were only a couple of fools who had come five hun- dred miles to camp in this lonely spot, curiosity gave way to astonishment, as- tonishment to pity and pity to kindness. We had been told that all we needed to do was to slide our canoe from the train into the water. We were now informed that the lake was filled for a third of its length of three miles with logs, and that not even a canoe could get through “Now, the best thing you fellows can do,’ volunteered one of our new ac- quaintances (the other “fellow” was my wife), “is to have the section gang take your canoe and duffle on a hand car to where the water is open.’ That even- ing we acted on this advice, after find- ing temporary lodging in the sawmill boarding house and spending the after- noon inspecting the lake under the euidance of John Urquardt, fire ranger and gentleman. At a point one mile from the western end the lake widened into a beautiful sheet of water, with a RECREATION single island well up toward the east- ern shore. We rowed thither in the only boat the lake could boast, the property of the lumber company. The beauty of the spot and its desirability as a camp site appealed to us at once. Rain forbade a start the next morn- ing, but after another one of the hos- pitable Mrs. Blake’s dinners we set out with high anticipations. We found our possessions in a shanty of an abandoned lumber camp where I had my first ex- perience as a pack animal. ‘The initia- tion took the form of carrying an eighty-pound canoe down a steep bank tol the edge of, thei water: a Binesstant was easy and graceful. The canoe caught the spirit of the descent and gained enthusiasm at every bound, for I had quickened my pace, not wish- ing the canoe to reach its destination before I should. The race came near ending in kindling wood and humilia- tion, but we managed to; Dreaky tie force of one another’s fall by joining forces and coming down en masse. Few joys are comparable to home- building, even though that home be but a tent. It was with great zeal that we landed and took possession of the island in) the name of the Presta Aun ines ile felt the heart throbs of primitive man as we hewed our tent poles and set up our little cross tree, for at last we could live the simple life. Accelerated by the rumble of distant thunder, we soon had our light canvas stretched over the poles and firmly fastened by guy ropes. To one who was not a lover of forest freedom, the inspection of this flimsy home and the prospect of a month’s sojourn therein through all the changes of sun and storm must have been forbidding indeed, but to us it seemed cosy and delightful. After setting up the cots and bringing in our boxes and enough fuel to last over a rainy day, we found that we had barely room in which to turn around, but we came to live in the open, not in tents. The opening looked out upon a ledge of rock that sloped toward the water and made a landing place. We were now in the real wilds, only —— the little settlement three miles away being left to remind us of civilization. Of the woods to the north and east little was known, except that they ex- tended immense distances. We did not even know our own island, and, in fact, we never undertook to explore ies SO thick was the timber and underbrush. That night the least rustle or snap of a twig started our imaginations to work. The cries of the loons, like those of a frightened child, were blood- curdling at first hearing and it was hard to overcome the impression that numer- ous murders were being committed all around us. Yet it was not long be- fore we began to feel the friendliness of the wilderness at night, a feeling of security quite unexpected, the meaning of which can be realized only by those who have spent a considerable time in the forest. iiss day or two of “putting things to rights” and then came a long period of genuine laziness, of days that were ruled by no routine but eating and sleeping. For days we saw no human being—we were satisfied with the tame squirrels and the partridges that fed 197 ALGONQUIN PARK HEADQUARTERS AT CACHE LAKE upon our huckleberry patch. Much of our time we spent upon the water, of course. We SOOM ECAINe Gxypee at handling our canoe, the other half of the family managing the bow paddle with quickness and dexterity. Only those who have tried it know the pleas- ures of canoeing in the sparkling lakes of the north. We soon knew the lake thoroughly, with all its snags and rocks —those enemies of the light canoe. The pleasures of discovery were also ours. We had heard bare mention of a lake somewhere to the east of us, but no- body seemed able to tell us anything definite about it. One day we found the outlet of a small stream clogged with dead trees and old logs. By dint of an hour’s push and pull we worked the canoe through a half-mile of shal- low water and came quite unexpectedly upon a lake almost as large as our own. It was enclosed: on all sides by well- wooded banks, and there was no sign of habitation. The beauty of its shores persuaded us to paddle around it. The sense of solitude pervading the spot was very impressive. Our canoe trips were sometimes va- MuUVd NINONODIV AHL NI DNIHSIA LNOUL ty Wd Y) LOR POWIY Y TN Ae GOWN NL ALN ID ried by tramps through the woods. In this way we found that there were six lakes within a radius of two miles. Of course we always carried a compass, and did not venture too far from our camp. We afterwards found that the year before two men had been lost nearly a week in this region and had succeeded in reaching a settlement only after a hard tussle with hunger and exhaustion. As fresh meat was not easily ob- tained, fishing became a necessity as well as a pleasure. It was some time before we found the haunts of the black bass, but once found they yielded us some very fair meals. An hour’s troll, or still fishing, after supper would usually ecamieisna Direaktast. But ashing, in Rainy Lake did not prove exciting and we decided upon an expedition to a lake to the north of which we had heard entrancing fish-tales. It was our first step into the depth of the woods, for the forest stretched north of us to Hudson Bay. We were told in much detail how to find the trail: “So plain MidteNeme cant possibly miss it.” It led off from a logging camp on the shore of the lake. This we found without difficulty, tarrying a short time to look into a few of the ill-smelling buildings. The sleeping hut, with its row of stalls still filled with the straw left by the sleepers of the past winter, Wasa disacreeable reminder of the filth that breeds the scourge of the lumber-camp—small-pox. We soon found what we supposed was the trail, but we found it anything bur plam, ihe glimpse ot light far in the distance suggested wildcats and reminded us that our only weapon of defense was a broken camp ax. We found later that this was a cat, too, but not so very wild, having been left by the lumbermen to earn its own livelihood during the summer. After walking two or more miles after a lake said to be one mile distant, and that, too, over ground that was an alternation of boggy holes and bushes and brambles as high as our heads, we turned back. an umbrella for a sail. 199 Several other starts proved useless and we returned to camp. A few days after- ward, armed with further information, we tried again, with similar success. Iinally honest John Urquardt offered his services as guide, and one bright morning, after a short tramp, we threw out from the bank of a very pretty little lake some baited hooks and sat down to await developments. None came. Our guide remembered that there was a roughly improvised raft on the lake which was found after some search. By agile skipping from one tippy side to another we managed to propel the craft, by means of poles, into deep water, where we tried again. Our suc- cess was ineffable. We abandoned the lake and slunk home. We found it always thus. The fish are always in Une IAIKe inorder Om, NWS Cerone Wo recognize the signs. “No, there is no fishing here, but you go up to Smith Lake, two miles north of here, and you will get all the pickerel and bass you can carry.” Arrived on the spot, and having put in a biteless day, the soli- tary inhabitant starts in: “Well, you see, there used to be fish here, but, I tell you, if you want some exciting fish- ing, there is a lake ” and you are off, leaving him scratching his head. A month of fishing, paddling, tramp- ing and “lazing” saw us ready for a change of scene, and we decided to move down to Cache Lake, where the headquarters of the park superintendent Aiemcimia teh Witet a COMtatieds calm of several days the morning we had appointed for departure dawned with fair promise. We arose very early as we had to pack our duffle, paddle three miles to the settlement, and then trans- port by land to the station. Taking good care to burn our rubbish, as every 2ood camper should, we started down the lake, our canoe loaded to the gun- wale with ourselves and belongings. Even the need of exercising extreme care to prevent a spill did not deter us from taking advantage of a stiff breeze that had sprung up by hoisting With this aid 200 we fairly flew down the lake and it was well that we did so while we could, for, with a mile yet to go, we found the channel choked with logs and held in with the usual booms. There were said to be ten thousand logs in the lake, and one can infer that these made a formidable barrier when gathered in a compact mass. We found the chain holding the middle logs of the boom, and after ten minutes’ work succeeded in loosening it sufficiently to admit the canoe. Our attempt to tighten the chain again, in order to hold the logs in place, was unsuccessful, and, doubtless, the air was fragrant with profanity when the lumbermen discovered the _ leak. Once within, we were not much better off than before, inasmuch as innumer- able closely-packed logs intervened between us and our destination. By dint of steering for the open spots, by pushing and pulling in rapid alterna- tion, aided by quick turns to avoid crushing, we made some progress. Two more booms delayed us still longer, and when we finally reached the settlement it was well on toward train time. About six trips with good loads found us just on time, and we staggered into the car, one of us bulging on both sides with enormous bundles, the other with a bursting package of food-stuff in one hand and) trying “to balance anlargee bottle of pickles in the other. We fell imte- a. Seat in an'exhausted sheapa a spectacle much enjoyed by the passen- gers. The country through which we passed was a succession of lakes and aitegnate sstrerelies, (Om live, aude btuimat fiber ee Leanne Ol then lmenis, une number of wooden trestles that are built across the bays and inlets. From the station Cache Lake looked inkesa small ponds 9 )1€ache, vise iiieweh for “concealed,’ and the lake was well named, for from no part of it could one see more than a third of its sur- face. We were welcomed by the super- intendent and his household with gen- uine Canadian hospitality and_ per- suaded to stay to dinner. We listened RECRE. aA TON: with interest to tales of the region and thewexpemiences) Ol then erangersm mand were shown many interesting trophies. There were other campers on this lake, and we found that all but one or two camp sites were occupied. Our new friends conducted us to a spot located at the mouth of a small stream called the Uladawska, where we set up camp one the) topyofia blutih= “iher imequent strenuous hill-climbing that this neces- sitated soon induced us to move to a better site on the east end of the lake, about two miles from headquarters. Deer were numerous in this region. They first made their presence known to us by night. We were awakened on one occasion by the “blowing” of one that seemed to be examining the iMANECbRS OL Cilie went, JIalS SCCM HOGI inrigat and we heard him go off snorting. Often in our tramps we came upon them unexpectedly, and it was an amusing sight to watch them scamper through the underbrush, “‘flags” up. Bass fish- ing we found good, but trout fishing better. Where seemed! to be bute one spot in the lake where the salmon trout could be caught, but the supply seemed inexhaustible. Few days passed with- out from’ one to a halt=dozen campers casting anchor at the grounds. The weights varied from one and a half to eight pounds. In mid-summer these fish seek the bottom of the lake where the water remains cold. A hook and minnow dropped down twenty, thirty or forty feet. brings up fish that are ice-cold to the touch. Their gaminess is not to be despised, but if hooked sufficiently to bring to the surface, one can usually get them in. It is from Cache Lake that many of the canoe trips through the series of park lakes start. Guides can be Se- cured at headquarters. “he supenm= tendent issues fishing and camping licenses. The portages are seldom more than a half-mile in length, and often but a few rods. Probably no finer canoe trip can be found on the conti- nent than through these magnificen! lakes of the Laurentian mountains. MUVd NINONODIV AHI—AMVI AGNVISI HONOYHI ONISSVd CACHE LAKE, FROM LOOKOUT BLUFFS Our second camp was on a rather exposed point, and in the tempestuous weather that followed we were oiten kept in by rain and wind, which made camp life a bit irksome, though the necessities of living kept us fairly busy. A succession of windy days prevented launching our canoe. Such was the violence of the wind that on one oc- casion, having hauled it well up on the shore for safety, it was caught in a gust and hurled with such force into the lake that it sank and half filled with water. Fortunately its sinking prevented it from being blown out in- to the lake, and we recovered it after a hard struggle with wind and water. Our second month of camp life passed quickly, and the first of Sep- tember saw us ready for home. We dis- tributed what remained of our duffle to the natives, and, by a lucky chance, sold our canoe for a good sum. Our outdoor life had hardened us, and our 202 refreshment of mind and body repaid us for the tew discomiontisy = imemacte the ease with which we found that we could dispense with many of the so- called necessities of life was a source of surprise to ourselves, and two months of such life was no uncertain test. As for expense, we found that the total amount we expended, including car- fare inom and to Olio, our canoe, rem entire outfit and provisions, was con- siderably less than our ordinary ex- penses would have been had we re- mained at home. We were indeed a shabbily-clothed | couple as we stepped off the car at Toronto, and this fact, combined with our tanned faces, seemed to mark us as objects of extreme interest. A new wardrobe apiece restored us to the repu- table class, but the sunburn remained for many a day to remind us that we were initiated devotees of the wild life. MUVd NINONODIV AHL NI JVLYOd V W SN THE AIRE DAW Sei Berens nigh By HUBERT REEDER largely on 7. Dame Fashion for popularity, and be it said to her lady- ship’s shame, merit seldom enters into Hae lease OF Inger Cale culations: Hor “once, ) however she seems to have called common sense into consultation, and in placing the seal of her approval upon the Airedale terrier she simply gives credit where due. If ever there was a paragon in dogdom that paragon is certainly the Airedale. This dog had established an enviable reputation in England before it began to attract the attention of our fanciers. Though it has now belonged to a dis- tinct breed for nearly fifty years it did not make its appearance in America un- til late in the nineties. A few speci- mens were then bought, simply because the breed was fashionable abroad, and the purchasers suffered somewhat of a shock when they first saw their new and costly pets. Airedales are not prepos- sessing, at first sight, and appreciation of their beauty often comes only with time, and familiarity with their good qualities. Personally, I confess that I took to them right away. The _ well-poised head, so haughty and thoroughbred ; the sturdy body, so clean and symmet- rical; the great, yellow eyes, so full of honesty and intelligence, and the proud carriage, speaking so loud of character and strength, made me overlook com- pletely the ugly color and the rough- ness of their coat. : I once asked a charming New York woman who kept a large kennel of Airedales what made her choose such ugly brutes. “Why, their very ugliness,” she said promptly, “it is so beautiful and aristo- b) 204 cratic.’ And she was right; their ugli- ness is both beautiful and aristocratic. After the introduction of the first Airedales, tales of their wonderiul achievements soon began to circulate, and some of our leading sportsmen took the trouble to investigate their truth.) As 2a) oresult,) Pieland@iiwyas searched from end) to end fon thesbest blood that could be had, several ken- nels took to breeding from it, and the Airedale became solidly established in this country. I will not attempt in this article to trace the origin of the Airedale; others have tried it without shedding much light on the subject, and I intend to touch only on those points that may be of practical value to the dog lover. In other words, to show in what the Aire- dale has, and can be, used. Neverthe- less, for those who wish to know its provinience, I will say that about sev- enty or eighty years ago the York- shire sportsmen, who are extremely fond of shooting and hunting, but don’t often have the means of carrying a large kennel, set upon the task of de- veloping a working dog, capable of be- ing trained to any kind of game. In this endeavor many species were crossed and intercrossed, experiment- ally, until two satisfactory varieties, the “working” and “waterside” terriers, be- came recognized breeds. From these eventually evolved the Airedale, named so because found principally along the valley of the Aire. Prominent writers on the subject as- sert that these dogs have in their blood strains of the otterhound, Scotch, Irish, Bedlington and bull-terrier. The list I think rather incomplete. Reliable train- ers have reported several cases of pedi- greed Airedales who pointed steadily without being taught to, and this trait not one of the above breeds possesses. ASCE PIS EIS: MOTI DIK Darwin’s theory of natural selection and adaptation might explain this, but it is more probable that the peculiarity was due to either pointer or setter an- tecedents. The type of Airedale has been con- siderably improved since its importa- tion into America, and some of the 205 wiry. Color, tan for the head, ears and legs; grizzly or black on back. To mention the good qualities of this remarkable breed would be to enumer- ate those of almost every other. As a watch-dog, companion and pro- tector the Airedale has no peer. Keen, peaceable, powerful and fearless, he WATERSIDE WIZARD bench exhibits of to-day may well lay claim to beauty. Good stock is at a premium, and fancy prices are paid for the best types. As much as three thou- sand dollars has been paid for a full- grown dog and seven hundred and fifty dollars for a six-months’ puppy. The American standard calls for a weight of forty to forty-five pounds for a dog and a little less for a bitch. The head must be long, with flat skull nar- rowing slightly to the eyes and free from wrinkle. Jaw, deep, powerful and without choppiness. Lips, tight against the teeth. Nose, black. Teeth, meeting squarely. Ears, V-shaped, flat against the head, and small. Eyes, dark, small, and) full of expression. -Tail, short, straight and clean-cut. Coat, hard and never seeks a fight, nor does he indulge in the annoying growling and snapping that is so characteristic of terriers. On the other hand, let anyone attack him, Or encroach om his or his master’s rights and he becomes a regular de- mon. Woe to the man or beast who provokes the Airedale’s ire. He will live to regret it. A well-known Englishman, who has fought many Airedales in the pit, is au- thority for the statement that they will lick more bull-terriers than bull-terriers will lick them. The writer had a chance recently to realize the probable truth of this asser- tion while visiting a large country place on the Hudson. The owner was doing the honors, escorted by a pair of 206 Airedales, when suddenly a huge St. Bernard and a snarling collie appeared on the boundary wall. The Airedales looked up sharply at the first bark of the intruders and then quietly resumed their quest for moles. Emboldened by their seeming indifference the collie led RECREATION much fuss made over him. His mas- ter, having to return to town in a hurry, asked his neighbors to keep the dog during his absence, and they gladly agreed to. When evening came Master Dick took Dutch leave from his friends and returned home. He was followed, LOMNEL AMAZEMENT AS A PUP a flying attack on us, followed by the St. Bernard, but before either could reach us there was an angry growl, something brown shot by us, and in less time than it takes to tell our assailants were on their backs, helpless, while the Airedales stood over them threatening- Dee At a words trom: myn nosh they, promptly went to heel, but the look in their eyes told that they were ready to meet all emergencies. The intelligence displayed by Aire- dales is at times remarkable. One of them was owned by a Boston lawyer who spends his summer camping on Lake Asquam. He was a sociable dog, and often called at a neighboring camp, where dainties were given him and and he met the vistors half way, show- Ine every sien of delisht, “som they, thought they would see that everything was in order at the camp left in their care and then go back. Do every one’s surprise, Dick, seeing their direction, hurriedly preceded them, and, mount- ing the veranda steps, barred their way, growling ominously. They backed out and immediately the dog became friend- ly, but the minute they set foot on the steps an ugly and decided opposition met them. They had to return without visiting the camp, and Dick mounted guard all night, going over for his meal the next day as if knowing exactly what his duties should be. This unusual intelligence, of which WAS, Pall Ike MDD SIE Miele Jalal le new phases are noticed every day, has recommended the Airedale to several of the armies in Europe who are now experimenting on them for messenger and war-dogs. Germany, being con- vinced of their worth, has already adopted them for military service. As a water-dog the Airedale equals any breed in existence, and apart from the sporting value which this gives to it, it has in many instances been the means of saving life. The following eExinactmirom anv article im the Boston Herald, of September 6, 1905, speaks TOR MUSel ts: “From the beach could be seen four heads bobbing up and down a quarter of a mile from shore, while an excited Airedale was ploughing its way toward them. ““Betsy always swims out to meet us, said the captain. ‘She’s a great wa- ter dog. She has already saved two peo- ple from drowning, and as you may have noticed this morning, she invari- ably patrols the beach. Let a man sink out of sight for a moment and she’s by him in a jiffy, ready for another rescue. Her intelligence is quite human.” Another dog, owned by a Cornish lighthouse keeper, in England, is well known for his marvelous rescues. In 1903 I had an experience myself. While crossing a swollen stream in the Adirondacks over a log bridge one of my deerhounds, a little bitch in whelp, lost her footing and precipitated into the torrent below. I had with me a splendid five-year-old Airedale, and turned to call him, but before I had time to, he made a dash for the bank, sprang into the water and caught hold of the hound. ‘The intelligence and in- genuity displayed in bringing to shore the heavy burden over slippery rocks, fallen trees and precipitous banks was more than human. A thousand episodes of this kind could be told. Going on to enumerate the attributes of our paragon we come to the Aire- dale’s “raison d’Ctre,’ viz.: his hunting qualities. In this respect he is a wizard. 207 From the wildest of big game to the smallest of birds there is not a living being that he cannot be taught to hunt. He will point and retrieve birds on flat, in mountain or in marsh; will follow any trail on land or water, be it otter, mink, musk-rat, deer, caribou of moose; run rabbit, fox or wolf; fight anything from a hedgehog to a bear, and, in other words, fill the place of every dog on earth. Aseiiwiite, Il have before me) four letters from owners of Airedales, one from Italy, one from England and two from the United States. All speak high- ly of the dog’s sporting qualities, and show his versatility under most varying conditions. ‘The one from Italy, writ- ten by Giuseppe Airdoli, one of Rome’s leading gunners, says that the writer’s “Flick,” an English Airedale, has been tried on quail, snipe and woodcock, and found equal to the famous bracchi (It- alian pointers) of the Airoldi kennels. The English letter is from a gentleman farmer in Monmouth, George Smith, who hunts otter a great deal, and says he has found the Airedale quite as sat- isfactory as the very otter hound. Of the two American letters, one is from a sheep rancher in Idaho, and says that some Airedales kept on the ranch are of great help in fighting the abounding wolves, as well as in coralling the sheep. The other is from a rice farmer iMmcouthern Mexas who affirms that four Airedales trained by him will track deer and pig (havali), point snipe and prairie chicken, retrieve faultlessly, and with it all, guard the house against in- truders. Dr. W. D. Hennen, who breeds Aire- dales extensively, and now has some splendid specimens out of champion stock, tells me that during the time his dogs are at his country seat, at Noro- ton, Conn., hardly a day goes by but what they hunt the neighborhood and return with rabbits, woodchucks, squir~ rels, musk-rats or minks. Recent experiments have proved the Airedale a splendid pack-dog for the frozen North. Hie is insensible to 208 cold, eats sparingly, is fast, peaceable and clever, and will forage for himself in time of inaction. Mr, CG. P2 Mubbardsot Atlantic wax whose kennels of Airedales have no su- perior in America, tells some remarkable tales of his dogs in this respect. Ona trip through the Rockies, which he took last year with pack and outfit, he was caught by heavy snows and ran out of victuals. He had with him his two champion. Airedales, \ Punch: sand “Judy,” and a thoroughbred setter. No sooner was their food cut down than the two former began to forage on their own hook, and not only did they catch enough rabbits and woodchucks to sus- tain themselves, but there was enough left over to feed the setter, who, not drawing any ration from camp, would undoubtedly have died of starvation but for this timely help. Mr. Hubbard” has hunted “Punch? and “Judy” in the Wyoming mountains RECREATION and shot over them mountain lion, bear, lynx and deer. He is convinced that no other breed can touch them when it comes to hunting. As house-dogs, Airedales are to be highly recommended. They make splen- did guardians, are clean, gentle, affec- tionate, faithful and perfectly safe for children. A better-tempered dog is not known. ‘Then again their terrier pro- clivities make them great rat and ver- min exterminators, which is a quality not to be despised. Volumes might be written about the ereat usefulness of this valuable breed. Every owner can relate a long list of feats performed by his dogs. The great increase in the number of American Airedales shows that their merits are being recognized, and their march to- ward popular favor is continuing stead- ily. tis sate to: predict thatmmla, ew years the Airedale will’ be one congtiie most-used dogs in this country. BETSY, CHAMPION AIREDALE BITCH VY tise] GRUISE By J. C. ABEL -;| LT was undoubtedly oe Billyés taut. I am not a good sailor, Il Ines tae water a trifle worse every time I have to SO) Oil we, lobhe Jeni, ' was insistent and promised me immunity from heavy seas, anyway, and so I yielded. Billy has a motor-boat, one of those contraptions which a few years back used to be called gasolene launches, but which, with the coming of the automo- bile, got proud and wanted a more mod- emiuname to! accord with their more modern fittings. Anyway, Bllly has a motor-boat. He’s only had it a few months, but the absurd way he ever- lastingly talks about it would sicken you. It is crank this and spark that and compression t’other all the time, and you'd think that he was a chief engineer at the very least as he glibly rolls off the mechanics of marine engines and boasts of the speed of his old cruiser. 1 don’t understand the first thing about it myself, but that does not fease Billy, who would talk motor-boat to the brick walls if there were no one to listen to him. All the early Summer Billy had spent his Saturday afternoons and Sundays tuning her up, as he called it, but I had declined his invitations to go on his “‘lit- tle runs’ with more force than polite- ness, so just how I came to accept his offer to go for a week’s cruise with him I am unable to say. He must have got hold of me in a weak moment when I was too dazed with his descriptions of flywheels and oil caps and other things to make a proper resistance. We made vigorous preparations for a couple of weeks ahead. The boat was what he called a cabin cruiser, with a length of forty feet and a width of eight feet six inches and an engine develop- ing some 12 horse-power, which, ac- cording to Billy, was sufficient to push her along at a speed of something like twelve miles an hour. I never was particularly good at gauging speed, even when riding a bicycle, so I had to take Billy's word on this, as in most other things, concerning that blessed trip. About three-quarters of the boat was given up to the cabin, which was really handsomely fixed up, and made as cozy a sleeping place by night and living room by day as you could wish for. The long seats round the sides of the cabin developed into bunks for beds ; cushions there were in plenty. A regular ship’s clock and compass were provided, and what with electric lights overhead, plush carpet, and the cozy green plush cushions with the really perfect finish of the woodwork in the cabin, we were housed regally. LEADING THE PROCESSION—22 MILES Wie did not stack up very heavily on provisions, for we proposed running into a harbor every night, so that we could land and forage whenever we needed to replenish the galley. I had always done a little boasting myself about how I could cook a steak, and poach an egg, so Billy appointed me chief cook, as he said he would have enough to do steering the boat and cranking the engine. I forgot to men- tion that there were three of us in the party, but the other hardly counted, for he was only a terrier with an abnormal bump of curiosity. We were to start Saturday morning early. Our plan was to run up the Sound by slow stages along the New York and Connecticut shore, then cut across and come down the whole length of Long Island. Ac- cording to our calculations this would give us ample loafing time in some of the beautiful little bays along the route, and besides Billy had promised to call for a party of friends on the way back and take them for a day’s cruise. We got off early on Saturday morn- AN HOUR By H. H. RuSSELL ing as per schedule with everything in shape except the condensed milk, which we forgot. Billy had filled up with fifty gallons of gasolene the day before and had put the engine in first-class working order. That is, he said he had, but he must have gotten something twisted, for it was quite a while before he could get the flywheel to run smooth- ly, and it was only after much bad lan- guage on his part and much jeering from me that he discovered that he had turned on the gasolene at the engine, but had altogether forgotten to turn it on forward at the tank; thus he had obtained three or four explosions and the machine had stopped dead. After testing the spark and looking over the wiring Billy next turned to the float in the carburetor and found that he could not reach it, so then, going forward, he opened the gasolene cock and the float came up in a short time and with one further turn of the flywheel we were off. This is how Billy explained it to me and [’ll take his word for it. I had been kind of scary of going WA HELIS SIP TOMO SSE, NEARING THE ANCHORAGE round the Battery and under Brooklyn inpideculeetemenbered’ how big the waves looked sometimes from the deck Memiemiehaynoat, amd, as have re- marked previously, I am not a good sailor. But the bay was as calm as the proverbial millpond that morning, and we headed up the Sound at a good ten- mile-an-hour clip, past Blackwell’s, and had Whitestone abeam before I realized that we were fairly off. It was here that I got into my first trouble. Those poached eggs did it, and after that we always had our eggs boiled. ite tics: nicht “on board—we had run in- to a small harbor—was a new sensation. The gentle motion of the boat and the soothing lap, lap of the wavelets against the sides acted like a sleeping draught. We got sleepy early, and I had just dozed off when Billy woke me with a shout that he had forgotten to hang out his lights. It was fairly dark that night, 211 and Billy was only just in time, for as he swung out his stern light, a hoarse voice broke out alarmingly near, telling us we were all kinds of d fools and asking if we were hankering to be run down. We gen- erally hung out our lights before the sun went down after that. We fooled along up the Sound, occasionally laying to and dropping a line for a chance fish, but once inshore, we got into quite a mess. We had dropped our anchor about the middle of the day, but when we started the engine up we forgot about the anchor, and, of course, the boat ran upon it and fouled the propeller. Somehow or other the rope got twisted round the propeller and our united efforts at pulling on it pretty nearly succeeded in breaking our backs. We jumped off into the tender to see what was up, and it took us quite Notte MOMCHtete Tope Ol, for we could not untwist it. Billy, who had hold of the end holding the anchor, must needs let go as soon as the rope was cut and had to dive in after it, for we needed that anchor badly. We had two with us, but from various little oc- currences on the way I was not quite so trustful of Billy as before, and I THE LILLIAN M., CABIN CRUISER HAPPY DAYS A TRICK AT THE WHEEL ad ? WAS TIS IE ONS resolutely refused to go on without both anchors. I was beginning to work up quite an enthusiasm for motor-boating by this time, and was learning how to run the boat myself as fast as Billy could teach at a machine shop. 21%3 connecting rod we ran into Bridge- port harbor on one cylinder and man- aged to get a new connecting rod fitted ItmcOstitis) 2 few dollars, but Billy made me pay half, as he claimed [ was as much responsible IN WINTER QUARTERS me. Satling “may be good sport, but when there is a breeze there is too much motion for me, and when there is no breeze you get stuck miles away from anywhere, but in a motor-boat you are independent of breeze, and, provided your gasolene holds out, you can get anywhere. Only once did we have any real trouble with the engine, and _ that was when we were going along at pretty near full gait, and suddenly one of the connecting rods let go and be- gan threshing around in the base like a flail. I thought it would go through the bottom of the boat and that we should have to swim ashore, but Billy, who was in the cabin at the steering wheel, jumped aft and managed to stop the engine before any serious damage had been done. After tying up the broken for the accident as he was, and that was not at all. Billy's awful mean in some things, but it was his boat and he was captain, so I did what I was told. The rita across the Sound from the Connecticut shore to the top of Long Island kept us on the lookout. It was getting late when we started, and we had towenoss the tracks of the Sound steamers. We passed within call of two oie jWmeee Or wnena, ging lel wee i scare me by running into their wakes, so as to make our boat jump up and down in a way that made our dishes rattle. We got clear across without acci- dent, however, and then began our homeward trip, putting into a number of those beautiful little harbors along the coast. We fouled our propeller in 214 a bed of eel-grass in Port Jefferson, where we put in for a day's rest, and had to work for half an hour getting the blessed thing clear. Port Jefferson was our last stop on the way home, and Billy met his friends there and took them out for a spin. We proposed to make the sixty-mile run to Long Island City the following day, Sunday, and I hoped for fine weather, but as ill-luck would have it, the sky looked anything but promising, and we started out of the harbor with quite a little sea run- RECREATION ning. | had got used to the motion of the boat, however, by that time, and did not mind it, as I had enough to do helping Billy manage the boat. But when we got in sight of little old New York again I knew that I was sorry to be nearing home. We had a rattling good time, fine weather, little to do but loaf around and smoke, and swap tales, and Billy had converted me into a con- firmed motor-boater. I’ve just bought a 21-foot boat for myself and that’s why it is undoubtedly Billy’s fault. SPRING By ARTHUR L. PHELPS Spring’s ccmin’, sap’s runnin’, -Robin’s sparkin’, chipmunk’s larkin’. Man, I’m glad! Itss Sprims: Fields greenin’, sun shinin’, Buds shootin’, bees lootin’. Man, I’m~glad! It’s Spring. Woodchuck airin’, red squirrel starin’, Buckets fillin’, sap spillin’. Man, I’m glad! It’s Spring. WGCE?—DL WON Yy Yj Y —Y iis YI j Uhl Llbdldd Photo by JoHN A. BARTON A MICHIGAN SUGAR BUSH GAME OF GALIFORNIA By CHARLES W. HARDMAN. AUDIO, aire “ew, ie Any, Ol ume States Ol the Union that have such a diversity of game as California. There is, however, One On the came birds dear to all spore rebel in the East and Middle West that California has not; the ele- gant and gamy prairie chicken (7Tympa- nuchus americanus). Why this bird does not thrive here | do not know. Many attempts have been made to intro- duce it, but without success. The same may be said of the Eastern quail, the plump and saucy Bob White. The Cali- fornia quail, valley quail as it is called here, is an attractive little creature, not so leisue eel “Cnesiiy AS. wae BOD White, built on somewhat more slender lines and of a faintly bluish tint. Its head is ornamented with a plume-like top-knot of about an inch in length. Phere is no datntier, pretty bind? 7AM the pictures I have ever seen represent this top-knot as standing upright. As a matter of fact, when the bird is quiet it falls forward over the bill, floating backward during flight. It is capable, however, of erection when excited 216 or alarmed. Its call has not the clear- cut, decided tones of the Bob White, and sounds somewhat like the words: ‘Look out, there; look out, there;7im as pure contralto voice as perhaps a bird ever has. Any one who has ever hunted this little fellow will bear witness to his gamy qualities. He is, in my opinion, a much more difficult bird to kill than his Eastern cousin. His flight is fully as rapid, and his skill in putting shel- ter between himself and the hunter cannot be excelled. These quails often pass the night in trees, which, I think, the Eastern quail does not. When disturbed their flight is some- what startling to the novice. When they” alieht: they often tunj ate gone angles to their line of flight. In thick- ly-settled parts of the country they are found in small flocks, often in vine- yards and along streams where there is sufficient cover. In the foot hills, however, they gather in flocks num- bering hundreds, mostly along water courses and near springs. This is true particularly in the Mount Diablo and coast range proper, where large num- bers of them are killed every year by the market hunters, in spite of the law GAME OF CALIFORNIA limiting the number to be killed in any one day to twenty-five. This will al- ways be the case until a law is passed stopping the sale of game entirely. The large number of tourists create such a demand for game at the hotels and restaurants that there will always be 207 the facts are as I have related. There seems to be something like poetic jus- tice in these gentlemen dining sumptu- ously on Billy Owl inasmuch as they and those like them are the chief en- -couragers of violation of the game law. The mountain quail so called is A COOK HOUSE men willing to take chances of arrest. A short time since an industrious game warden in San Francisco discovered at the depot a sack of birds directed to Ome Of the first-class restaurants of that city. Visions of quail out of sea- son, with all the credit of discovery, together with the accompanying se- quel of division of fines, were his. What was his surprise, however, on examina- tion, to find twelve plump little Billy Owls. The matter was investigated, and the shipper testified that he had been supplying the restaurant for some months past, and that these delicacies had been dished up to the patrons as quail. How the aforesaid patrons felt over the discovery I do not know, but Photo by CHarLtes W. HARDMAN found mostly in the foot hills and on the mountain sides. It is larger than the valley quail and not found in so large flocks. While the valley quail 1s CieMTOUNG minum otheat muimabers ii tlie foot hills the mountain quail is never found in the lowlands. It is larger than the quail of the valley, and 1s near the Eastern quail in color. It is, however, hunted but little in compari- son with its cousin of the valley. The waterfowl of this State are as varied as perhaps in any State in the Union. An effort has been made to prevent spring shooting, but so far without avail, as the game dealers fight against all such legislation. If a law were passed preventing the sale of 218 game entirely legislation against spring shooting would easily follow. During the fall and winter months ducks and geese are killed in almost any part of the State where there is water. Along the marshes and offshoots from the bay about Stockton and Sacramento are the best hunting grounds in the State. But almost anywhere in the in- terior modest bags may be made on the smaller ponds and lakes. Many of the interior bodies of water have much diminished in size during the last few years, as the water is used more and more for irrigating purposes. Lake Tulare, for example, some years ago was a large and beautiful body of wa- ter over which steamers ran, but now it is almost dried.-up, and) large fields of wheat are growing on ground once covered by water; but even yet, during the rainy season, large num- bers of geese and ducks are annually killed there. Of the ducks; of course here ~as elsewhere, the Canvasback and Mal- lard; take. the lead. But the. Red- head and the Widgeon, and a host of others, are found in all the waters of the State. They come down from the northern counties in great numbers as soon as the rainy season commences. Some of the wheat fields are greatly damaged each year by large flocks of geese and the owners are compelled even now to have their fields patrolled, but as these large fields are becoming divided into smaller holdings this state of things is passing away. Just as soon as the law permitted this fall three friends and myself went for a two days hunt at Summit Iake, a small body of water in Fresno and Kings counties, about the centre of the State. We arrived at our destination shortly before sundown and made .a short tour of investigation to look over the ground for the morrow’s_ sport. We slipped quietly through a patch of tules (large rushes often to the height of twenty feet) and as we suddenly came in sight of a small pond we saw a sight that would gladden the eyes RECREATION of any hunter. The little pond was literally covered with ducks of almost all kinds, while on the bank close to the water stood a large flock of geese. Off to the right a short distance was a dead tree on which were perched twelve large white cranes. The evening sun shining on their brilliant white plumage made a beautiful picture; to complete the scene, in a small pond near by in a solitary state was a large peli- can smoothing his, feathers with his great bill. Altogether it was the most beautiful picture of wild bird life that I had ever seens 1 triedthardstorectaa picture, but could not. Pelicans as well as swans, both black and white, are often found in the dif- ferent inland waters of the State. On Lake Buena Vista, in Kern county, great flocks of these large and beautiful binds. are’ seen every, seasoussamlints hastily and imperfectly I have men- tioned the principal birds of the low- lands. In the mountains, principally in the Sierras, mountain quail, different kinds of grouse, Ptarmigan and the so- called fool hen are found in more or less abundance. These birds are killed more or less incidentally while hunting for larger game. Few if any hunters go to the mountains especially to hunt them, and yet in many places they, each in its own way, furnish good sport at least and variety to one’s trip. Of larger game of the State much has been written and much that is con- tradictory and untrue. The _ blacktail deer is the only deer of importance now found in the State. I am sure the mule deer proper of the Rocky Moun- tains is not found in California, and I do not think it ever was. Of course the blacktail is not nearly so plentiful as a few years ago, but there is no great difficulty in getting the legal limit of two bucks in a season. They are more plentiful in the Sierras than elsewhere but they can be found in many other places. For one coming from the East, perhaps Mendocino county is as easy of access as any of the places where deer can be found, and as I said no great GATE OF CALIFORNIA difficulty in killing all the present law allows need be feared. This is one of the coast counties and is not far from Pilieeiancisco and can be feached either by rail or steamer from the city. In the eastern range of mountains one finds here and there small open places called meadows, and in these grassy Spotaudeer feed. While feeding they keep a sharp outlook for danger, and one is compelled to use the greatest Siem Omoct min tange \Vihile lying down, however, they will often lie close and allow one to get almost on to them, 219 the middle of the day, when it gets still warmer, they often lay down in the chaparral om the: crest of ridges, where, if undisturbed, they will remain until driven out by thirst or until feed- ing time comes round again. Antelope are now protected by law at all times in this State, and there are very few of them leit. They remain upon the open plains exclusively. A few years ago they could be found in large numbers in California and great sport was had by the earlier settlers chasing them with hounds, but like VALLEY QUAIL and then suddenly run off like rabbits. Deer often have a particular place to drink and will sometimes go quite a distance to get to the place at which they are accustomed to drinking, rather than drink at a strange place. It is no- ticeably true that a deer will aproach a new feeding place with no more than ordinary caution, but not so a new drinking place. It is as if they recog- nized the greater danger at drinking places. Like most animals deer like the warmth of the sun, and after cold nights they can be found sunning them- selves on the warm sides of gulches and canons after they have fed. Their feeding time is usually quite early in the morning, often before sun up. In many other beautiful animals of the Wnited States’ they are almost exter- minated. ear are Sill iiowiacl Inere, lowe “ia greatly diminished numbers. The tales ‘ollal lowe ine woltci loibbetierns On (ae eareene numbers found in the early days seem almost incredible, but there is no doubt nett ew ere wear jolleaonablle Aare greatest interest centres about the king of all animals on this continent—the huge and. ferocious grizzly. I think but few realize the great size of this really monstrous animal, in spite of descriptions of weight and measure- ment, until they stand by the side of one recently killed and have a chance to handle and measure for themselves. 220 There is nothing about which hunters of both the genuine and_ office-chair kind differ so much as the grizzly’s ability to carry off lead. You will be told on the one hand that their tenacity of life is almost supernatural, an in- cident will be related where one has been shot through the brain, heart and lungs, through every vital spot in fact, and still retained enough vitality to make a vicious and dangerous charge, and perhaps to travel long distances be- fore death. On the other hand you will be told that they can be killed as easily as a pig and are in fact no more dan- gerous. The truth, no doubt, lies be- tween the two extremes. Where one can fire with great rapidity shots from the high power rifle of the present day I do not doubt that the animal would be promptly stopped. They are capable of doing great injury to their assailant after receiving a mortal wound. Where one has a choice, perhaps a well directed shot through the shoulders, well back, would be the most effective. Theoreti- cally, the self-loading rifle recently put on the market, if of sufficient power, would be a most efficient weapon. One expecting to find a grizzly now would be compelled to go well back in the Sierras. I think there are practically none in the coast ranges. At least one writer claims that the coast range was the original habitat of these animals. The silver-tip is probably a cross be- tween the grizzly and the cinnamon. As to the circumstances under which a bear of any kind will charge, there is more difference of opinion. I am in- clined to think the distance the animal is from his assailant is the greatest RECREATION factor in the matter, although I do not doubt that other factors enter into it. The common black bear is smaller than either of the others mentioned, weighing from two hundred and fifty to jas high as foun shtnidreds pomndsy ihey ‘are’ as) compared) to the otmens comparatively harmless, although they are able and sometimes willing to put up a good fight. » They must mot be mistaken for the little black bear of the southern States, as they are much larger and altogether more of a bear; they seem to be pretty well distributed through the mountainous parts of the State. A word about out-fitting. Too many men go into the mountains utterly un- prepared—which means always discom- fort, to say the least, and may mean sickness and trouble. Men who the year round are housed in offices, with little or no training, suddenly attempt the most violent exercise. Remember you. cannot stand ‘all {that the old hunter and mountain climber can. On coming here from the East first make up your mind to what point you wish to go. Then go to some town some- where near and put in a few days in getting ready and obtaining all infor- mation possible about the place. Don’t think every minute lost that is spent between the time of your arrival in the State and at the hunting ground. In many of the towns of the State a cook- house with teams can be hired to take one into the mountains as far as teams can go, from there you can branch out and not be far from your base of supplies and also a perfect shelter in case of a storm or sudden illness. THE HORNED TOAD IN THE MEDICINE BOW RANGE By CHARLES M. CARROLL = INCE the first issue of the new RECREATON I have been a constant reader of (hate publication and, jl look for its appearance on the newsstand, and devour every line of its contents before the day is over. I ane tatledm tom seen atly- thing from this part of the country for some time, sO will endeavor to outline in brief a camping-out experience in Grand and Routt counties, Colorado, some two years ago. My companion’s experience in cam- REG (RZ ai paigning in the woods tided us over many difficulties, and I wish to say that, while I have been an enthusiastic woodlover all my life, I soon found out that woodcrait is a science and an art, of which most of us know too little. I had intended to spend my fall out- ing in the Flat Top Mountains or Gore hauce id) Ioutt county, 250 mules cross-country from Denver, and when I was apprised one morning the latter part of August by my cousin, Matt Ray, that he had been chosen by a prospecting company to examine into the mineral resources of 150 miles of the western slope of the Rocky Moun- tains, from Arapahoe Peak to the Medi- cine Bow Range, and that I was to ac- company him at a salary of $100 per month, [ stopped my editorial on “‘Ir- rigation” on the spot and secured my release for a three months’ trip. We at once begun preparations—the purchase of good saddle liorses, a good strong burro for packing, a one-pole pyramid tent with a two-foot wall, a medium- sized Dutch oven (a very important article), and various other traps for such a trip. We were on the highway before September rst for a 1,000 mile journey to last three months. 221 The first day we reached Boulder City, thirty miles further on our jour- ney, and the next morning made camp at Caribou, a small mining town at the foot of the snowy range, twenty- two miles from Boulder. The next day placed us over the continental di- vide in a fair game and fish country, but we arrived too late to reconnoitre, so we had bacon for supper. The next evening found us camped on the south fork of the Grand River, in Grand county, near the source of the Grand or Colorado River, which enters the Grand Cafion in Arizona and then be- comes a point of national interest. Here we managed to capture a few beauties from some of the deepest and darkest pools; and the next day we pulled into Grand Lake, the largest and most pic- turesque sheet of water in Colorado. While in this neck of the woods my paniner, | Ray. took) the blue ribbon, which he managed to keep in posses- sion of the remainder of the journey. One evening about 5 o’clock we took a parallel course through the jack pines some 200 yards apart, our destination being a number of small parks covered with swamp grass and about a mile distant from camp, where we were told deer were frequently seen by local sportsmen. On the way I was tempted to take a shot at a plump grouse sitting on a. log. In the still woods at this time in the evening the report of my .40-.82 sounded like a volley from a bat- tery of cannon.. | was sorry after I shot, for I considered all hope for deer gone. I proceeded further some 200 yards when I encountered fresh deer tracks, the animals evidently having been disturbed by the report of my rifle in shooting the grouse. I followed these {racks for a quarter of a mile, when, just before emerging into one of the small parks, I heard three shots from 222 my partner Ray's .45-.90 repeater in lightning succession. | stopped and lis- tened, but all was still for the space of ten seconds, when four more reports rang out as quickly as before. My pulse beat fast when | heard the brittle pine twigs cracking nearby. I was standing in a small opening with my gun primed for a quick shot, as I did not know what sort of-gamie I was to meet. I did not have long to wait, for soon out of the thicket came a black nose poised high in the air and a pair of little black eyes set in a broad massive head. It dawned upon my mind at once that I was not prepared for this emergency, but I realized that the best thing to do was to stand my eround with the bear, even with my .40-.82 black-powder gun. I took a line for his breast and pulled the trig- ger. Mr. Bear was so surprised that he turned tail and made back into the open park. I did not know my part- ners position, but expected every. sec- ond to hear his Winchester assert it- self. I stepped to the edge of the open- ing in time to see him taking a bead on Bruin as he plowed through the swamp grass to the opposite timber. He had never disappointed me before, and this time I was sure we would have bear steaks our next meal. This was no dream, either, for in two seconds I saw the bear teell as newineds 2 came to” about this time and sent two balls after him. Ray was not asleep either, and bya the timentic beateaneacted arc opposite side of the park | knew he car- ried a goodly quantity of lead. He tried to climb over a large fallen tree when he entered the timber, but was too weak and: fell back. Wknew, ne wwas gone and made toward him. Ray was Elise 25 Soon ag i, We exenecied to have some more shooting to do, but Bruin was all in; he tried to respond to Our “unwelcome ‘presence, bute tol ne avail. In going back to camp for a horse to bring in the game I stumbled over a fine buck deer lyimemethieeirass. ellie was the result of the three shots I RECREATION heard before the bear came upon the scene. On the way to camp I killed two more grouse. We considered this good work for an hour, and on returning to camp brought the burro to pack the game on, We couldn't get the burro within twenty yards of the bear, but, with much dif- ficulty we managed to get the deer on his’ back» and reached camp in good season for bed. The next morning we pressed one of our saddle horses into service and landed Brum in camp, Ele was a big cinnamon, weighing over 400 pounds. We had planted four bullets in his frame, one ball from the .45-.90 literally tearing his heart to pieces. In a few days we sought new coun- try, going fourteen miles northwest of Grand Lake, up Bowen Gulch, near the foot of Park View Mountain. Deer signs were plentiful, but we had suffi- cient meat, so we examined the geo- logical formation of the adjacent moun- tain range, thereby securing a number of rare specimens of gold, silver and copper ore. In our long prospecting trips we carried our guns with us and managed to bag a few fat grouse. I wish to make a suggestion here to my fellow-sportsmen relative to the cook- ing of grouse. Skin the bird, instead of picking it, dress well, place two or three slices of bacon on the inside and place in a Dutch oven with about a quart of water and season well. Dig a hole in the ground, partially fill the same with good hot coals of fire; place the oven in the hole over the hot coals and rake live embers around it. It is better to replenish the water several times, as it boils down, and just be- fore the bird is cooked let the water bol out) cette fy. inthe seicasceuor the bacon fifteen or twenty minutes, Set Out Of the fire and, cat coladmaron breaktast.” You micit \call@itvag por roast. .If you have-an onion, slice it in. Our Dutch oven held three grouse, which we always cooked in the even- ings aS we sat around the camp fire smoking. During our stay of ten days in Bowen Gulch we had excellent sport, SPRING notwithstanding a lively experience with a snow storm. Had it not: been for a snug log cabin, in which we took refuge, we should have suffered with the cold. Can you tell me anything that feels pleasanter to,a camper than a snug, dry bed and a warm shelter from the storm? As October was approaching and we had.one hundred miles of the western slope of the Rockies to explore, we pur- sued our course as directly as possible to Steamboat Springs, which we reached in six days. The journey down Craddwimiver, up the ‘Eroublesome, * over the “Muddy,” on the Rabbit Ear Range and down Bear River afforded countless incidents of interest which I Pilenotetace: the space to tell; but I must say that on the Rabbit Ear Range we saw bear tracks in a recent fall of snow that measured fourteen inches in length. I should like to have stayed and) taken up the chase, but.our time was limited. Steamboat Springs, with 223 her 150 varieties of mineral springs, afforded us most excellent pastime for a‘month, in which time we also ex- plored the.,surrounding country for minerals..*Gold, silver, copper, lead, zinc, coal, iron, marble, we found to be variously distributed along the range. Hahn’s Peak, the great placer mining district twenty-seven miles northwest of Steamboat, was our destination. We left there the 1oth day of November in a terrific snowstorm. From Steam- boat we shipped via Wolcott on the Dw hk GG KK one hundred pounds of minerals. leshalls never foreet jthis three months’ outing in the mountains, re- plete as it was with all manner of dis- comforts and adventure, all of which upon our return to Denver were the main topic of conversation for a year after; in fact, is still gone over in de- tail whenever the conversation drifts that way. : Ray IR, DEAS J539) SIPING SC 18, IBANISIBIR, Rare days are these; the greening trees, Wind-stirred to pulsing symphonies, Speak of the gladsome days of spring. The errant brook is murmuring Its rarest, fairest, vocal glees. The flowers bloom; the bumble-bees Drone out a pean on the breeze, The meadow-lark is on the wing— Rare days are these! His mocking cadence spun to please, The cat-bird whistles o’er the leas A shrill and careless offering, And then, ashamed, makes haste to sing, His injured conscience to appease— Rare days are these! a THE OUTFIT Photo by A. Linton AN ELK HUNT IN THE BIG HORNS By RICHARD MADISON E started at eleven o'clock, one morning in December, from a busy little town in central Wyoming, which was at that time a railroad ter- minus. There were four of uS in the tination was to be a certain point in the Big Horn Moun- tains above Houch’s Ranch. We were to pass through the famous Hole-in-the-Wall on the way, and this fact added interest to the trip for me, though the primary one, an elk hunt, was incentive enough for me to ride the one hundred miles to the Big Horns and camp out in a Wyoming winter and risk getting snowed in. Our outfit consisted of two wagons, party, and our des- 224 one with a canvas cover, three teams and three saddle ponies; three of us were armed with .30-.30 Winchesters and the other with a .303 Savage. Like almost every other day in Wy- oming, the sun was shining bright and we did not notice the dry cold at all. [very one was in fine spirits (especially Marshall). Walker drove: the items wagon and Marshall rode with him. Walker and Marshall were old-time hunters; they had hunted all over the West, furnishing meat to the construc- tion gangs who built the “Pacifics” and other roads. Like all men of their class, they were never lost on the prairie or in the mountains, but were as much at home there as the Indian, and just as keen of sight and probably better rifle shots. The second wagon, with the saddle ponies following, carried Jeff and my- self. Jeff had been a county officer back AUN TEI. TEOUNCIE IONE Dilek, eC ex OM aN ry Fast, and on the expiration of his term Of Office, and becatse of a bad case of asthma, he had concluded to try his luck in the sheep country. He had al- ways been fond of hunting and we had had numerous trips of this kind since I had decided on Wyoming as the place to build up my health, but neither of us had tried our luck at the elk up to now, and he was as much pleased as I to have the chance of a hunt with two such famous old hunters as Walker and Marshall. I had never hunted big game until about two months previous to this trip, when I had had my first shot at a deer, and though my marksmanship was not equal to bringing down the first one, I was very proud of the fact that I had experienced nothing like “Buck Ague”’ or any other nervousness. Being a ten- dericot, 1 naturally expected to just about shake my teeth out or forget to shoot. Our first day out was uneventful. We made good time over the sage- brush covered prairie, frightening any number of cottontail rabbits, sage chick- ens and long-eared jack rabbits as we went. We camped at sundown in a deep coulee out of the wind. There was some snow fell that night and Mar- shall’s shattered nerves kept him walk- ing back and forth in it nearly all night. Toward morning he was able to get some sleep. The next day we got an early start, and the monotony of our travel was broken by the sight of a small herd of antelope. J was lucky enough to bring down one fine buck with a single ran- dom shot. It was my first antelope, and the buck ague struck me when I got to where he lay. His mounted head hangs on a wall at home now. We passed Kidd’s Ranch, and helped Direelves tO a hind quarter of a deer, of which there were four hanging from the gable of one of the bunk-houses. 1 was a little concerned as to what the people would say when they returned home and found how free we had been with their property, but Marshall as- 225 assured ime that it is the custom of the West to help yourself to anything you want in the way of eatables wherever found. How differently such an act would be regarded east of the Muissis- sipp1 River! About ten oclock of the third day we saw the “Red Wall” in the distance, apparently rising up out of the level PICA Aral unbroken save for the fa- mous pass called “The Hole-in-the- Wall,’ and for which we directed our horses’ heads. This gap is the only break im the wall for miles and it is very narrow. | Marshall and J] had mounted two of the ponies and rode in advance of the wagons about one hun- dred yards. We had scarcely emerged from ‘the narrow passage through the wall when two men suddenly appeared from somewhere and came to meet us. Fach had a Winchester resting across his saddle horn, and made a few in- quiries as to our business, destination, etc., looking us carefully over the while. Marshall was acquainted with them and they didn’t stay with us long, but soon rode off down the basin. I did not ask any questions, but took it for granted that they were on sentry duty, as the Hole-in-the-Wall country had harbored some men that the law would deal rather harshly with could they only be appre- hended. We were well treated by all the people we met in this country, and it did not seem to me anything but peaceable. We were now in the foot-hills and soon passed Houch’s Ranch and began the ascent of a mountain over a trail that was about as rough as any one ever moved wagons over. It was really dangerous and I expected several times that our wagons and teams would surely roll down the steep hills. NDOMinOut pe Me We arhived!atsOur, camping-ground, in the shelter of a square top mountain peak. We and our horses found it a little difficult to breathe for some time, on account of the high altitude, but managed to get camp set up in good shape before night closed in on us. We had a good supper and, 226 though pine wood was plentiful, we cut a few armloads of sagebrush just to flavor the smoke of our camp fire. About eight o’clock the fatigue of the day’s pull up the mountain began to make our eyes heavy, pipes were knocked out and we rolled up in our blankets and knew no more until day- break, when, after a breakfast of ante- lope steaks and coffee, we prepared for the hunt. Jeff, owing to a lame limb, always hunted near camp. Walker was a soli- tary hunter and set off across the moun- tain alone; I mounted a pony in the hope of keeping up with Marshall, who had kindly invited me to come with him pit liscouldikce maui Strange to say, though I had never seen a live elk ll was the frst one) on our party to sight the game we wanted most of any. There were four of them, off about three miles against the snowy peak of a mountain, and looking like small specks, but I had seen them move, and on using my field glasses I saw they were watching us closely. I only had time to point them out to Marshall when they swung off around the mountain peak and out of sight with their long sweeping trot. We at once made for the point where we had last seen them and, as there was an excellent tracking snow, we easily found and started on the trail, which, had I imagined it was one half so long, I would have given it up at once. We followed that trail the remainder of the day; I had to give up my pony in a very short time because of the rough country over which it led. hat nicht, abouts ten: ocloccmaal stumbled along after Marshall into camp, too tired to think or help myself to any supper, but thanks to Marshall’s tough muscles, we had good coffee and supper. Next morning Marshall got RECREATION me out early. I was so sore and stiff that the least move was torture, but after a snow bath and a good breakfast I was able to light my pipe and hit the trail. We found it again by back- tracking ourselves, and then began our long and seemingly endless, cautious tramp, through the roughest country I have ever travelled over. It seemed im- possible that those elk, with such an immense spread of horns could have gone through those thickets, but there was the trail. Along in the afternoon It Jokval CO Ssrve ite wo, Il was “all im,” IL I had known how close we were on to our game, I should have been in at the death if I could only crawl. Marshall had not left me a quarter of a mile be- hind when his rifle spoke, and when I managed to hobble over to him I found him coolly smoking his pipe and looking at a fine elk, He had come upon one tremendous old bull lying down, with the most magnificent horns. Nine points they had, and we took off the head and neck skin to the shoulders, so) it could be mounted Ourne ne trouble was to get our kill to camp, which was finally accomplished with the aid of all hands and the saddle ponies. Walker’s kill that day was a fine blacktaile jet@andall were metranlicaie get a shot, but we had meat enough, and, after taking it easy in camp a few days, we hooked up and pulled down to spend a day with Houch. It was a lucky move for us, too, for a heavy snow storm hung over the mountain all the next day. We started home on a bitter cold day and made good time, reaching town two days after without any incidents worth mentioning. A few days later was Christmas, and we had mince pies—one of the ingredients of the mince meat was elk. WAKING By CAROLYN B. LYMAN The warm south wind comes whispering Along the willow stream, With fond sweet breath it gently wakes The violets from their dream. It murmurs ‘long the sunny bank— Each ferny hidden nook— A low, sweet love-song to the flowers, ~ With murmurings of the brook. It whispers that the birds are come, The robin and the wren, Their early song and warbling Now wakes the morn again. The children roam the sunny fields ; ’Tis blossom time—they wait ; Yet wondering why the flowers dream And why they sleep so late. It whispers over land and lea: The glad spring days are here, Each heart, it fills with life and song— This waking time of year. Upon its breath the butterfly Will spread its golden wing; Last year before its sleep it was A tiny, creeping thing. Yet now, how bright the glad new life! The flowers, the wings of gold! That Earth held in her bosom, warm, Through days of winter cold! Photo by R. HoLtMEs AFTER THE STORM ya: <5 THE MYSTERY OF By DAN BEARD oe f x SS Sic) 3 Was: Sat Ot THE BLUE GOOSE fe (CIBUAIE TBI WAUNE TWO LITTLE MOCCASINED FEET EW people think 1in- dependemdhy, ©) Wie minds are so bound up in the network of fables and legends, handed down to us through our parents and nurses —God : bless them—that our reason runs in the ruts of silly little proverbs, the truth of which are never doubted until accident suddenly reveals their absurdity. Then we are as dumb- founded and shocked, as if our most sacred beliefs had been rudely uprooted and proved false. Once when I recognized a former society beau in the person of a dirty, disreputable-looking tramp, I experi- enced such a shock. The evident moral catastrophe, which had transformed one of the most winning and handsome young gentlemen into a_ blear-eyed, ragged wreck of a tramp, was not so shocking to me as the fact that there was not the least hint or trace of gentil- ity in this man’s appearance. Up to this time I had always believed that there is a something about a born gentleman’s appearance which reveals his gentle birth no matter what sort of a disguise he may assume or in what costume he may choose to masquerade. Just as the halo reveals the saint, so this intangible something, I was taught to believe, revealed the born gentleman. That there is not even a oaenivaley tosh of truth in this popular fable has been proved again and again, but people will go on believing it for the next hundred years. There is no bluer blood flowing in the veins of any New York man than that which flows in the veins of the aforesaid tramp; yet no one would sus- pect, from his appearance, that this hobo sprang from any place higher than the gutter, neither would they have the slightest suspicion that the weird, shag- gy-looking being in Darlinkle’s Park was the well-groomed, prosperous young lawyer who so recently visited Patrick Mullin’s gun shop. In the short time which had elapsed since the Mesa caved in I had lost the brim to my hat; my fashionably-made hunting suit was in tatters, and the rags flapped with each passing breeze, exposing portions of my bare body tothe weather. Neither shears nor razor had touched my head or face, and the hair was not only long, but sunburnt, and the separate hairs Sli telelin ends alike maimlatiine brooms; my nose was a bright scarlet and covered with loose scales of. blis- tered skin, which added to the, general moth-eaten look of my’head. My feet were bound up in the raw skins of small mammals, which did much to heighten the wildness of my appearance and gave a finishing touch to the grotesqueness of my appearance. As far as appear- ances go, the lawyer and member of the New York bar association had reverted to a Savage. Although hard usage had made such havoc with my tailor-made clothes, neither time nor the elements seemed to affect the personal appearance of my big companion; his buckskin suit was apparently as fresh and clean as it was on the first day I met him. There was no magic in this; Big Pete knew how to clamber all day through a windfall without leaving the greater part of his 229 230 clothes on the branches, a feat few hunters and no tenderfoot has yet been able to accomplish. As I have already said, Pete was a dude, but he was what might be called a self-perpetuating dude, who never ran to seed no matter how long he might be separated from the city tailor shops, for Pete was his own tailor, barber and valet, and the wilderness supplied the material for his costume. In camp he was as busy as an old housewife, and occupied his leisure time mending, stitching and darning. Many a morning my own toilet consisted of a face wash at the spring, but my guide seldom failed to spend as much time prinking, as if he expected distinguished visitors. Instead) of Menderint 7 Bic rete now called me “Le-Loo,” which, I un- derstand, is Chinook for wolf, and I took so much pride in my promotion that I would not then have changed clothes with the Prince of Wales; I gloried in my wild, unkempt appear- ance! Nevertheless, Big Pete declared that he was the Hy-as-ty-ee (big boss), and he forthwith pronounced my costume unsuitable for the approaching cold weather. There was no disputing that Big Pete was Hy-as-ty-ee, and I agreed to wear whatever clothes he should make for me, and can say with no fear of dispute that if that ancient chump, Robinson Crusoe, had had a Big Pete for a partner, in place of a man Friday, he would never have made such a sight of himself with his outlandish goatskin clothes and clumsy umbrella. rom, sa “cache! im vtliey tocks jlete brought forth a miscellaneous lot of trappers’ stores, bone needles made from the splints of deer’s legs, elk’s - teeth with holes bored through them, and odds and ends of all kinds. Among this stuff was a supply of saltpetre and alum, and this was evi- dently the material for which he was searching, for he at once proceeded to make a mixture of two parts saltpetre to one of alum and apply the pulverized RECREATION compound to the fleshy side of some skins, then doubling the raw side of the hides together he rolled them closely and placed the hides in a cool place where they were allowed to remain un- disturbed for several days; when at length unrolled the skins were still moist. “Just right, b’gosh,” exclaimed Pete, as he took a dull knife and care- fully removed all particles of fat or flesh which here and there adhered to the hide. After this was done to his satisfaction we both took hold and rubbed, mauled and worked the skins with our hands until the hides were as soft and pliable as flannel. Thus was the material for my winter clothing pre- pared. It took four whole deer skins to furnish stuff for my buckskin shirt with its beautiful long fringes at the seams; but the whole garment was cut, sewed and finished in a day’s time. When it came to making the coat and trousers, Big Pete spent a long time in solemn thought before he was ready to begin work on these garments; at length he looked up with a broad smile and cried: ‘‘See here, Le-Loo, I’ve taken a fancy to them ’ere tenderfoot pants of your’n. Off with them now an’ [ll jist cut out the new ’ns from the old ns.” In vain’ 1 pleaded’ with him: to make my trousers like his own; he would not listen to me, and this is why that day of all days in the year I was walking around camp bare legged. Big Pete Darlinkle was an’ expert backwoods tailor, shoemaker and shirt- maker, but these were but a few of his accomplishments, not his trade; he was first, last and always a hunter and scout. No matter what occupation seemed to engage his attention for the time it never interfered with his ability to hear, see or smell. I have known many men with a keen sight, many men with, acute organs for hearing, but Pete is the only man I ever met whose olfactories were developed to a degree scarcely excelled by a dog. A strange man or animal could not ap- proach him without detection even IES WAS SV OT Snes aT when Pete was asleep, for the suspicious scent would awaken him as quickly as a suspicious noise would awaken an ordinarily alert man. I have heard old scouts tell of the wonderful power of smell possessed by one Deaf Smith who fought in the Texas wars and whose nose always warned him of danger long before the sight or hearing of his com- panions gave them any intimation of the close proximity of the enemy. But this was a case where a man, being stone deaf, he had developed one of his other senses to supply the deficiency of hear- ing, and only remarkable because he had developed the sense of smell in place of that of sight, which last is usual in cases of deafness. Big Pete, how- ever, could hear like a Jack-rabbit, and his sense of touch was just as acute as that of a blind man, while his olfactories were as well developed as the legendary Deaf Smith. It was while I was going around camp minus my lower garments that I saw Pete suddenly throw up his head and sniff the air suspiciously, at the same time sharply scan the windward side of our camp. Living so long with this strange man made me familiar with his actions and quick to detect anything unusual, and I now knew that some- thing of interest had happened. To the windward and close by us was a mound thickly covered with bullberry bushes and underbrush, but so far as could be seen there was nothing suspicious in the appearance of the thicket. Fixing imvmeves on Bie Pete 1 saw a most peculiar expression spread over his face, which seemed to be half of wonderment and half of suppressed mirth. Slowly and quietly he laid aside my unfinished breeches and silently stole away, then I knew that the something unusual, whatever it was, was not dangerous, for the big fellow left his gun behind him. It was only a few minutes before he returned with a very solemn face, but upon catching sight of me his face changed, his eyes twinkled and at last he laughed as he had not done since the day after our encounter with the grizzly. JENS, SUMO, (COKOVO TE, 2a lew men enjoy being laughed at, even if they are doing camp chores in nothing but a tattered shirt, and it was with some impatience that I demanded to know what caused this unaccountable MiGs Ohmotonine, lbe-loo? dont get mad”; and then he laughed again, but came to a sudden stop and looked grave once more, with no more ap- parent reason than he had for looking so mirthful a moment previous. “Say, Le-Loo, do you believe in witches? No? Well, thar be a heap o’ things on the airth that be thar jist the same whether you believe in them or not,’ he remarked as he again took up his sewing and began to work as rapidly as before, every now and then stealing a glance at me and chuckling to himself, only to resume a solemn gravity of countenance the next mo- ment. iPeknewe tron meres simanner that Somlemmeteattiine s nade approached: sour camp and, of course, I knew that it could not be a witch, but for the life of me I could not understand why the approach of a harmless wild animal should cause Big Pete to laugh at me. Suddenly I felt the blood rush to my face and mount my temples, and I knew that I was blushing like a schoolgirl. I became absurdly embarrassed and hastily dove into my tent there to re- main until my companion could give me back my tattered old knickerbock- ers. As soon as my legs were covered with the ragged breeches I walked leis- urely out of the leeward side of the Camp weimade say Ciichitneand canie on Pete’s trail, which I followed until it cut a strange trail on the windward side at the bullberry thicket overlook- ing our camp. What sort of an animal had been there I was too much of a novice in the backwoodsmans’ art to determine, and so spent but little time in a superficial examination of the trail. If Pete could keep his own counsel, so could Le-Loo; moving on carelessly and whistling as I went, I sauntered back to camp. When I put on my new elkhide knick- erbockers with cuffs of dressed buckskin 232 laced around my calves and my beauti- ful soft buckskin shirt tucked in at the waist I began to feel like a real Nimrod, but after I had added my ‘“Moo-loch-Capo,” the shooting jacket with elk teeth buttons, pulled a pair of shank moccasins over my feet and donned a cap made of lynx skin, I was happy as a child with its Christmas stocking. It was really a beautiful and wonderful suit of clothes, the hair of the elk hide was on the outside, and not only made the coat and breeches warm- er, but helped to shed rain; the buttons of elk teeth were fastened on with thongs run through holes in their cen- ters, aud. my, coat could mbemlacedaitip after the fashion of a military overcoat. The elk’s teeth’ served “as “irogsiand loops of rawhide answered for the braid that is used on military coats. Shank moccasins are made by first making a cut around each of the hind legs of an elk, buffalo or moose at a sufficient distance above the heels to leave hide enough for boot legs and making another cut far enough below the heels to leave room for ones feet. The fresh skins when peeled off look like rude stockings with holes at the toes. The skins are turned wrong side out, and the open toes closed by bring- ing the lower part, or sole, up over the opening and sewing it there, after the manner of the tip to a modern shoe. When this was done, I had my shank moccasins stretched over a wooden last which I had myself modeled from my cast-off shoes. After this novel foot gear was dry enough for the purpose, Biey Pete ornamented, the Wess yaich quaint-colored designs made with dyes which Pete had himself manufactured of roots and barks. Dressed in my unique and picturesque costume I stood upright while Big Pete surveyed me with the pride and satis- faction of an artist who felt that his work was well done. I had now little fear of being called a tenderfoot, and when I viewed my reflection in the spring I felt convinced that few men would dare apply the offensive term to IE Cie Ace OuN the villainous-looking wild man reflect- - ed by the smooth water. Big Pete said nee owas ey “IDE cain,” lob tee was better than a rangey “Kla-how-yum,” more Chinook, I suppose, and probably not complimentary either. De-aub sounds like devil to me, and if such is the meaning of the word, I certainly looked the character. With a smoothly-shaven face and well-trimmed hair I am an ordinary- looking fellow, just such as you may see at any of the city clubs, but with a shaggy head of hair and a bristling, spiky beard, “it is another proposition,” to use one of my guide’s terms. Never- theless, I did not trim my hair or beard, but I did thereafter spend as much time over my toilet as Pete did himseli.) at often struck me that we were two silly fools, consuming so much time in fix- ing ourselves up in our bravest attire, with no one but our horses to see and admire us. However, this really was mot wasted time), on ‘the ‘contranyauet was all that prevented us from relaps- ing into the savage state from which Big Pete had rescued me with a new suit of clothes. We had seen nothing of the Wild Hunter of late, and so far we were un- able to discover al) feasible) pathyeby which we could hope to scale the walls of our beautiful prison-pen; in truth, we found no trail but the very danger- ous one where I had climbed to the top the day 1) went atten trout Binat this was not the usual path traveled by the Wild Hunter I knew, because there were no signs of a path worn in the ereen mosses, heather and beds of beau- tiful Linnea borealis which grew over the slight projections forming the pert#l- ous passage up the side of the preci- pice. We hunted in vain for some other avenue of escape, for it would be im- possible to get our horses up at this point. At last I volunteered to climb the wall again and explore the top of the fault, hoping by this means to find the Wild Hunter's trail, tor trail) he must have, whether he be a wolf or a IMIG WINES WEIS TONE) man, and I reasoned that he probably would take less care to conceal his tracks on top of the wall than below, where we could see and follow them. To Bis Pete I said that there were eoats upon both sides of the park, and in all probability they had a short cut across which I could better find on top than in the valley; this theory of mine was a good one, but on account of the superstitious feeling of my _ fellow- prisoner I only advanced the idea to conceal my real purpose. I discovered no signs of either goat’s or man’s trail up or down the cliff and returned dis- couraged, but Pete heartened me up a bit by saying that one day’s work up there by a poor trailer could accomplish little and that we must go prepared for a week’s sojourn on the mountain-side if we hoped for success, for even that length of time would not be overmuch in which to circle the park. Touching a bunch of Linnea borealis which I had on my coat, he asked: “Where did you pick them air twin flowers?” “On the edge of the cliff at the top of the trail,” I replied, burying my nose among the blossoms to inhale the dainty almond- like perfume. “Waugh?” quoth my guide, and he squinted up the cliff as if he were sighting a gun, “I wonder if that ain’t whar she got her’n?” “She?” I exclaimed, blushing, “What are you talking about, my friend? She? Why, man, is your mind wandering!” “Wull, yes, it be a bit, it air a wandering up tha’,’ he said, pointing to the top WII UL, (CLOHO)S YS, phi where the fragrant twin flowers grew. “Now look here, Le-Loo,” he continued, “you followed my trail ’tother day and saw where she had been standing, peek- me through the bushes at our camp. Well then, when I was working on your pesky breeches I smelled twin flowers all on a sudden, I knowed they warn’t any growing near camp, so I jist walked around to windward an’ found whar she had been standing an’ I also found a twin flower thar, an’ here ’tis,”’ he said, producing the withered blossom from inside his wamus. “You must have knowed she was thar, too, or why did yer face get as red as your nose, and what for did you go into the tent, but to hide from the gal?” eGallcshouteds: Flow inte namie of common sense could a girl reach here? Where did she come from, and why did she not make herself known to us?” “Dont Know, WLe-Loo, whar she cum from, and guess she didnt cal! ‘cause she saw that you warnt dressed for company; but she was a gurl, and no squaw either, ‘cause a squaw wouldn't have minded your dress. Come along and I'll show you some- thing I guess you didn’t see when you followed my trail so sly.” Pete led me to the point where I discovered the strange trail, and there in the dust on the top of a flat stone which had pre- viously escaped my notice could still be seen the distinct prints of two little moccasined feet! This patch 1s completely covered with tracks PREHISTORIC GAME TRACKS By J. E. McILWAIN Of more than unusual interest are the old prehistoric “bird tracks” of the Connecticut” Valley to) either active sportsmen or students of natural his- tory, and to give some of our sports- men friends outside the “Valley” some idea what these signs of game, of what is called the “Triassic Period,” are like I have enclosed a photo or two. Just outside the city of Holyoke, Mass., be- tween the Old Road and the New State Road to North Hampton, there 1s) a patch about 50x100 feet which has been cleared of all surface earth by parties interested in geology, and which is now protected by the State. This patch is completely covered with well-defined tracks, such as my photo shows, and most of which will measure 12 to I4 inches in the longest parts, and 8 to 234 ro inches wide, while in depth they are from I to 2% inches. Queer ‘stories are told by those not learned in geology as to how the tracks were made. You will hear from one that they were made during a volcanic eruption of those times and the big ani- mal-like birds were running across the. red-hot lava stone; while some other neophyte will tell you that the tracks were made in the soft mud, then frozen in the glacial period that followed, and afterwards turned to stone by nature’s mysterious process. How they were made does not worry the geologist. He knows they were made either in the Triassic or Jurassic periods, but whether by bird, reptile or animal is the ques- tion. But it was quite generally con- ceded by the discoverer, Prof. Edward DENI TOL TOME (Col NALS, Hitchcock, and other noted geologians of about that time—they were found in 1835—that they were made by the huge Labyrinthodon of the Jurassic or Tri- assic. periods. Why geologists are sure they were birds, is, of course, the reason that no bones or fossil remains of animals un- earthed have as yet been discovered that could possibly have made these marks, and taken with that the fact that the bones of birds are so destructi- ble, owing to their hollowness, it seem- ingly proves the quadrupedal qualities of the same. Besides the Labyrinthodon there were the Dinosaurs and Odontorinthes, either of which might have been the makers, although the last named was a kind of cross between a bird and reptile, and are MIAN OI) 235 supposed to have had teeth in their beaks. Some of these fossil birds were of gigantic stature—eight feet high, Withmmlezsnasm larcer as | those (of AMOS a aC melds as le as that of a horse. What would a _ sports- man do if meeting something of this sort now? The chances are he would- nt look for game with quite so much enthusiasm. Make wit alline all there as) con- siderable interest manifested in these signs of game, even if thousands of years old, and it is a good thing the State took hold of the ground where they are situated to make a reservation, thus preserving these monuments of the past ages for, let us hope, many vears to come. me OGGY: DOGGH REL By GRACE STONE FIELD The fisherman took his rod, And the hunter shouldered his gun; And a sad-eyed dog with liver sp-ts Went with them to see the fun. They were clad in breek and shoon Of a sporting color and cut, They had all the paraphernalia They could possibly manage, but—— The fisherman fished in vain, Though he angled away all day, For he carried his bait in a bottle, you see, And temperance fish were they. The hunter was out for birds; “There aren't any birds,” he growled ; The sad-eyed dog with liver complaint Sat down and dolefully howled. But a shabby man, in a ragged coat, And a boy with a bent-pin hook, Bagged all the birds in sight, that day, And coaxed the fish from the brook! sHonowINgG “FR “YW 4q c10yUg GaiMSILVS TIaM yy _. Ze MALLARD SHOOTING IN KANSAS By I. BRANCARD 1S, IRE AN vey IN eevee lis marshes bordering on or adjacent to the Arkansas River in Southwestern Kansas afford some ane Gli Is shooting. This feed- ing ground draws great quantities of maynard cy witcha 2 olichte tae their iii: gratory flight, while following the beds of the Missouri and Mississippi rivers, re- maining for a considerable period of time, thereby affording some of the very best duck shooting of its kind on the continent. Up to the present day,excepting a cer- tain few,the ones who have obtained this shooting have been the “market” hunt- ers of that section, who have been able iompnovidie tor the entire State from this source. It is a pity this slaughter cannot be put a stop to. To inquire more minutely we find that ten miles from the town of Great Bend is the largest of these so-called salt marshes, being fifteen miles long by half as many wide, and is commonly known as the “Cheyenne Bottoms.” The inhabitants say that this used once to be the bed of the Arkansas River, which somehow or other got turned off ages ago. This has left a great marsh, or meadow, pretty generally covered with a dense growth of weeds and waving grass to a height of one’s head in some places—also here and there pools of stagnant water. No more ideal feeding or resting grounds for ducks are else- where obtainable. Early in October the great flight begins, and the marsh is alive with them until late in December. To get the cream of this shooting one must arrive on the scene of operations just after the first cold weather of the season, prepared to rough it with the professional hunters, and thoroughly prepared with an outfit suitable for cold and wet weather, not forgetting a pair of good, high wading boots. A few cigars also will not go amiss for dis- tribution among the friends you will of necessity make. If you expect to spend some’ days bet- ter not forget to provide yourself with necessary provisions, for you will have to camp out on the “Bottoms,” and you may make your presence all the more agreeable by having something to dis- tribute. So when all arrangements are made you retire early in preparation for a very early start on the morrow. Long before the break of day begins your drive, taking your seat in a ram- shackle Missouri buggy alongside your old darky driver. You are too sleepy and uncomfortable to notice much what is going on about you as he urges the horses on over the miserable roadbed. It seems ages to you before at last you are awakened from a sort of reverie by a peculiar whizzing sound,overhead. It dawns on your befuddled brain that this must be ducks—and you are not (amontrOmilenwaye es, mallards. and thousands of them, beginning their early morning flight. You better hurry up or you won’t get any of the early morning flight. But first you must find a camp to shoot from, and then again, will there be room for you? Well! you must take your chances. You have been told before leaving town that there wil) be no trouble, and the horses are sent LOnWaAid aoa im the direction of) the first small speck you are able to make out in the early morning mist. This, then, is acamp. We now leave the road and plunge into the weeds and water, the horses floundering and splashing, and the buggy going up to the hubs 237 238 every now and then in mud and water. This mile seems ten times as long to . you, until, finally, you pull up at a queer-looking, one-story hut affair that is set up on the trucks of a hay wagon. Several men are stirring and evidently making preparations to start out. You accost them and unhesitatingly ask them if they will take you in for the day. They seem glad enough and you dismount, at the same time telling your driver to be sure and come back in the evening, for you may want to return— there is no telling. But where are all the ducks now? Alas! the flight is almost over and the mallards have alighted pretty generally. Never mind, you will start earlier next time, and then again there is the after- noon before you, and there will be just as many, perhaps. And then, again, why can’t you get some of them out of the grass. Perhaps you can. Anyway, they say you can try it, and one of the men volunteers to go with you. Taking a couple of dogs along, you and he start out together in a northerly direction, where you have seen so many just going down. You must be pre- pared to do a good bit of walking if you want to get them up. With a dis- tance of perhaps fifty yards or so sep- arating you, you walk slowly forward. The fun begins at once when a pair of mallards get up out of a tall clump of grass just ahead. Between the two of you, you bag them both, and now you start forward again, ducks getting up in twos and threes or singly almost al- ways within range. What sport, you say to yourself. The sun has dried out things and the air bracing, and you forget all your troubles, and everything is lovely. After about an hour of this sort of thing you begin to feel a trifle fatigued, for it has been hard work this continued wading, and, besides, you are not hard- ened to that sort of thing. You begin to think it’s time to eat. You are a mile or so from’ the camp: Your friend informs you that the team will be along soon to take you back. RECREATION Sure enough, before long you are taken aboard, dogs and all, and vou set out Hope Wels KeboeMN tO) Caen, Wow chseana wet and heavy boots and settle back for a few moments’ rest—as you think. But no! Jack-snipe commence to jump up almost from under your horses’ feet. You sit up and pop away at them, yet it is easy work for you and you don’t mind. By the time camp is reached and you are ready for lunch you can count a dozen or so of these fellows. So, after all, you have a very decent bag con- sidering everything. About four o’clock it is time to get ready for the afternoon shoot. We all bundle ourselves into the wagon again and drive off northeast, where it is hoped we will get the best of the flight. We now severally take up our posi- tions, each man in a blind made out of a clump of tall grass and weeds. In this way a circle of blinds is made for a radius of a quarter of a miles im this way we will keep the ducks on the move and get more by it. You sit down to wait, not for long, for you have scarcely gotten settled, when ducks are on the move and the flight has begun. Big flocks are flying to and fro, but rather too high at first. Later, about stundown, the real shoot- ing begins for you. Flying low over- head flock after flock goes by, first one man and then another banging away into them until, as it gets pretty difficult to see, you think you have had about enough and you wonder how you are going to get back home—there is no sign of your buggy -and negro driver coming for you. ; Don’t be disheartened, for pretty soon you make him out in the distance and it is not long before you are busily en- gaged in collecting the results of the shoot, and you start homeward-bound. waving good-by to your friends. And now, if vou haven’t delayed too long, you should get off the meadow without trouble, otherwise you may do as the writer did, let darkness come upon you and lose your way for the time being. and search and search for your road Vite AD SCOT TNG TN IOAN S AS 239 only at last to find you have come out on the wrong side of it, and up against a barbed wire government fence, which of necessity has to be taken down to allow your team to pass over it, which vou have to do by leading them care- fully across it. At last you get straight- ened out for town and forget all this unpleasantness, and, settling back, your pipe comfortably between your teeth, console yourself with the thought that though you shot well, there are millions of mallard left on those wonderful bot: toms. TAKING TO THE TALL TIMBER Photo by W. E. Batcu M Y NUTHAT CHES By MARGARED WEIN EVO M Ee kG RON Drawings by W. E. Cram nll VWery Severe winter of 1903-4 with its changeless cold and deep, un- melting “Simo ws brought us a_ host of new friends, many of whom have remained faithful to the present day. Before this time nutchatches had been only book acquaintances. My out-of-doors restaurant, where meals were served free at all hours and in all weathers, had proved very popu- lar among the jays, chickadees, wood- peckers and sparrows. On December twenty-eighth my eye was quickly caught by a newcomer, looking at first glance like an enlarged chickadee, with his tail cut off square. A second glance, however, showed that the visitor was not much like my little gymnasts, the titmice, though he was a first-class acrobat limseli. Wihat wimatten. 1h at was three days late? I think he en- joyed his Christmas dinner quite as much as any of the winged host who dined on the correct date. Suet seemed to attract him more than any of the other dainties set forth, though he sampled the crumbs with approval. Generally two or three nuthatches came together, and they always car- ried things with a high hand, lording it over any other birds that might be pa- tronizing the restaurant. One would bustle up with a “leave-this-table-at- once” air, so that Downy or the tit- mice, or even the aggressive sparrows, hastily retired to wait patiently until the coast should be clear again. These white-breasts never kept still an in- stant. They ate as if they were starv- ing, even though it might be their nine- teenth meal since daybreak; but birds 240 live so fast and are such active crea- LUneS they, reqtuine ‘aceal volmroodmre keep the fires of life burning briskly. When the meal was finished these live- ly fellows ran up and down the tree trunks with surprising agility. They are the only birds I have ever seen de- scend the trees head foremost. What a ludicrous contrast to watch the wood- pecker carefully backing downwards, supporting himself on his tail, and now and then casting a sidewise glance to see if all is safe below! The hatches had apparently never taken any notice of the ears of corn tied to the oak trees, but one day I saw one eyeing a jay, who was chuckling delightedly as he hammered the golden kernels to bits. When the jay flew off with a beakful of maize, the hatch evidently solilo- quized= thus) lf Brother jayaaunas that food so delicious perhaps I should like it, too. Anyway, I will try and see what it tastes like.”” So up he flew, and after examining the ear on every side. pecked off a kernel, which he wedged into a crevice in the bark and proceed- ed to “hatch” to bits with his strong beak. Evidently he did not find it quite such a choice tidbit as the bluecoat did, for so long as there was any suet or a crumb of bread to be had he did not visit it again. When the snow became so deep that I could not reach the trees I fastened suet to the piazza posts and scattered crumbs and grain on the railings and upon a box which stood on the porch beneath the window. The birds im- mediately discovered the new location of their dining hall, and in the course of a week or two we could stand at the open window while they fed within two or three feet of us, the chickadees and one little red-breasted hatch com: IN INORN Tel oI O a (1S) >, wd y ij thy ZGPE= ZY EZ W HITE-BREASTED NUTHATCH ing to the sill for crumbs and flutter- ing about our heads as we shoveled the snow from the piazza. Mr. Cram says that the small wood folk seem to like to be near larger ant- mals whom they have never had any reason to fear. We know that the cold has a taming effect on the birds, and certainly our feathered guests not only Gidemom object to Our presence, Dut often courted it. The chickadees were in the habit of saying grace with every mouthful, if the food was especially appetizing, but the nuthatches ate for the most part in silence, though now and then we heard their sharp “yank,” “yank.” No meal seemed to be complete without its desert Gf eiub, ege or tiny insect, tucked away beneath the bark. Hours were spent by these patient searchers in circling the tree, tapping with their beaks and prying into every crevice beneath bark and lichen. So agile were they that if one happened to drop a bit of food he would fly down and catch it before it reached the ground. 241 One still grey day I had a curious experience with a nuthatch, which | have never been able to explain to my- self. He was on the box just beneath the window where crumbs were scat- tered. When I leaned out he crouched close to the house, and as long as I[ kept my eyes fixed on him he remained absolutely motionless. I could have laid my hand on him without moving. Didi we hypnetze shim, oO) was ie numbed with the cold? Never before had I seen a white-breast motionless for one moment. As soon as I turned from him he was up and off as lively as any of his brethren. dihere was a veteat ditterence in the way the various birds pecked frozen suet, and I soon knew which was dining by the sound of his knocking bill. The white-breasts gave the loudest and most hurried taps, but often it was hard to tell whether a tit-mouse or the little red-breasted hatch was at table. This small nuthatch was a most charming guest, so gentle and confiding, always looking as though he had just completed a most elaborate toilette, every feather so smooth and unruffled even in the wildest weather. I have often wondered what induces any bird to remain through winter in so inhospitable ajclime as ours. Why do they not migrate with their fellows to a place where in all probability it would be much easier to get a living? Is it possible they are so brave-hearted Hidt aw iheye preterm tO bthiker ycold) sand storm and spend all their energies try- ing to procure enough food to maintain life? How fortunate that nature has taught them to use their claws as hands to hold hard seeds, nuts and grains, while they hammer them to bits with their powerful beaks. Last summer I watched a young rose-breasted gros- beak eating a large Caterpillar atid) it seemed a pity that she did not realize how much help her claws might have been to her. The worm was too large for one beakful and she spent many minutes beating it against the branch and nipping it, until she finally suc- 242 RECREATION ceeded in dividing it into two pieces. She swallowed one half and apparent- ly waited until that had digested be- fore partaking of the remainder. Did anyone ever observe a feathered sum- mer resident using its claws as hands? The domestic life of the nuthatches is a truly ideal one. On a day in early spring they go together and select the nesting site, and then begins the ar- duous labor of chiseling out the deep cradle. It is usually some distance from the ground, and both birds take turns in working, congratulating each other in lively twitterings as they labor. When the last chip has been carried away, a warm lining is made of feath- ers, moss or anything which Mrs. Hatch considers soft enough. While the patient bird broods over her eggs, her mate keeps her well supplied with the daintiest tidbits he can discover, and is always hovering near that she may not become too lonely. The little ones leave the nest early and spend some days marketing on their home tree before venturing forth into the wide world. We had only seen one red-breasted hatch, who always came to teed alone’ or with the “chickadees, — but shortly after Valentine’s Day he dis- appeared, only to appear again two days later with a charming wife, a bit plumper than himself and with a breast WEY Se a shade or two lighter. These little SS red-breasts. had none of the aggres- N. siveness of their larger cousins and ; RED-BREASTED NUTHATCH were very gentle and mild-mannered. So se Ia CeOrviake 1D) iS ei sy (CHU SSMS MOG) mies wea) Ll the little trading ‘istore,, Detanges made his first prep- aration for the long winter hunt. He bought provisions, traps, ammunition Mawithie some, of s the Ginmiomey «jie, shad earned as guide in the summer, and even then his small Pe amitlya owas | SeCUne Wi Wiel 2 an DIKE Tees Unlike some of his native ’ ‘ WR WAY Wy RPS M LOSERS. Ny visions. brothers, perhaps, he always thought of his family first, before he visited the back room of the store for the colored water, and in thus doing, he found that he could indulge but very seldom. He was loading his canoe with his purchases, when André La Farge paddled alongside, watching him. Without speaking, Detanges mused to himself: André was a good man, a very good man. He also had a family, and sickness was taking away some of them. André was also poor; he could not buy food for the sick ones at the store. Because he had no money, the mean doctor at the village, miles away, would not come to help them. Bad fortune had always seemed to visit him in the past. Even now, De- tanges knew that there was no work for him during the coming winter. He could not go trapping, for the store would not trust him for the necessary supplies. On the other hand, Detanges himself was prosperous. It would surely be lonesome trapping all alone during the long, monotonous months. Perhaps he could help André, and at the same time procure a good companion. Piola, André!” te cried, looking up from his work. “Vanta come vid 243 me for to trap up de du Rocher? Lots o beaver dere.” “Certaine!”’ the astonished André quickly answered. “But Ah have no penny for to buy traps. Vhat say to Cane “Ah: pay for traps,’ Detanges re- plied. = You pay moi back in spring when you sell furs.” (Ben and av new. light of hope crept into André’s sunken eyes. So the next day, the two started up the du Rocher in their heavily laden ca- noe. Straight towards the west against ie CcUbremte Fey jouLnieyed. spline their paddles untiringly, only inter- rupted by numerous portages and the fall of night. The woods were already pare ancl meld, excep: wines ne spruce and firs stood, and the night frosts were cold and biting. There WaSmeiidecd Shear hopes. ton many beaver skins that winter; they were go- ing into a region which had not been visited for many years by Canadian trappers. Meme sen@uOra wlittile meones tian) ja week, they arrived amid the heart of the swamp and woeden plain, setting industriously at work to build their cabin. Then, when this stronghold against storms and wild beasts was completed, they were ready to com- mence the work of the winter. “Sence ve frens an’ companions all vinter, ve vant understanding,’ sug- gested. Detanges. “Now, vhat skins you cache dis vinter, in de spring is yours. What skins Ah cache dis win- ter, in de spring is moin.” em omun “An’ you set trap ’n one side brook, an’ Ah on oder ?” e@entaine |: So with this agreement between them, all went well for days. With the early rising sun each day, they were up. 244 Detanges took upon himself the self- appointed task of cook, while André did his share in kindling the fire, cut- ting the wood, and other small duties. The latter also showed in many little ways his gratitude toward the former for his kind deed. After breakfast, they would sit smok- ing their pipes and talk. When the bowls had been twice emptied, taking their guns and other equipage, they would saunter out to visit their rounds of traps. They were the best of friends, each greatly enjoying the presence of the other, At aight, eater athey, ade re- turned and eaten their frugal meal, they would smoke in the firelight, and handle the grimy cards. The beaver and fox were, however, not very plentiful. Although their two piles of pelts were small, they were of equal size. In a happy and peacetul manner, the late fall slowly wore into winter with its frequent flurries of snow. Then a sad, gradual change came over the exiles. One day, Detanges brought home many very fine rat and beaver, and André returned with nothing. A sec- ond, third and fourth day the same hap- pened. ‘The former’s pile of pelts sud- denly became double in size, and the latter’s remained the same. There was no ill-feeling on André’s part at this; they were not trapping in the spirit of rivals. It was the thought of their families which spurred them to their efforts. Besides, beyond a doubt in the spring, each would return with an equal amount of wealth. Within a few days, the unlucky one might become most fortunate. In truth, both consid- ered these incidents entirely unimport- ant, neither mentioning the subject. But when it continued for many, many days, Detanges always returning at night with many fine pelts, and An- dre with either none or a few worth- less ones, they began to consider such fortune in the light of a joke. “Ve frens always,’ Detanges would RECREATION Say. YOoOu-no get mad at moi ‘catise Ah have bon !uck an’ you pore. Bime- Dy syou shave soot ick. too. Biteniimes funny, shore!” Good fortune did not come to the un- fortunate man, however. As he saw his companion thriving so greatly, he be- came sulky. Each day he worked hard, very hard to catch the furry animals, which meant so much to him. His ef- forts could not be increased. His prey would, in a hundred ways, escape the iron clutch or fatal deadfall. Everything depended upon the suc- cess of this winter’s work for him. His credit at the store had failed; debts were against him everywhere. His family was pinched and hungry. Also, their safety through the hard, profit- less summer months, must be assured. Yet winter was even then almost upon him, and he had caught almost nothing, whereas his lucky comrade was very prosperous. What could be the cause of all this? André was no longer good-natured and enjoyable to his companion; he talked only in grumpy monosyllables. Detanges missed the amiable inter- course, rightly guessing the cause. “Your luck is non goot. On moin side of brook you come an’ trap. Bet- ter lucki den! mebe.4 SING? Puzzled for some other plan to better the condition of affairs, after consider- able thought, he spoke again: “Mebe you have not ‘nough traps. You take some moin, certaine can.” PING” As the days passed, and the storms of winter were close at hand, André’s sullenness) “inereased. “le scarcely spoke to his comrade, who became very lonesome, wishing for someone to talk to. Then one day, Detanges made an acquaintance, which helped to fill the lonely place in his heart, to whom he could talk at any length without be- ing interrupted. While skirting through the woods on one of his rounds, he espied the figure of a crow on the new fallen snow. AI- HIAIS, (O(OMGUISC JUD though he drew nearer, the bird did not: fly away, only endeavoring to escape by ambling away on its short legs. Won- dering, Detanges pursued and caught it. Upon taking it in his hands, he per- ceived that its wings were injured. “Bon crow,’ he muttered, smoothing the ruffling feathers. “No, Ah wouldna’ itimpeyoneenore bud! ~Ah take you home to de varm an’ de vood.” So the black bunch of feathers was dumped unceremoniously into a huge pocket, and later introduced to his new abode. In this bird, Detanges found much enjoyment. During the long evenings, seated in the opposite side of the cabin from the grumpy André, with his pet perched upon his shoulder or knee, he would smoke his two pipefuls, and then converse to it upon the events of the day. Pi miemyiSe. aAmiumal —Mever. ap- proached to companionable terms with iineomienaAcheit lela) entinely. aloor from him, seemingly aware of the ill- will, which the morose man held to- wards everything. For upon its first day in the cabin, the bird, approaching along the table toward the man, was suddenly swept to the floor by that per- son’s large hand. Later in the even- ing, Detanges whisperingly informed the outraged crow that he must excuse André, for he was so disappointed at his poor success that he did not really know what he was doing. 3etween the two men, the friendly fecling was gradually passing away. Andre’s first pangs of envy had slowly grown, as JDestanges_ still remained most successful. Almost unconscious to himself, it had become malice. The greatness of his own misfortunes con- stantly rushed before him in contrast to his comrade’s good luck. ‘This, only, caused him malignant feelings which he could not control. Detanges, on the other hand, held André in contempt, because he knew that jealousy was conquering the other man’s common sense. “One tam vool,” he growled to the bird, when the person referred to was out of hearing. “He 245 tinks Ah is to blame, He is tren to . 9 £ y) moi no more, ‘cause Ah get hig lot o beaver. He mus’ tink Ah keep dem from hees traps. Ah no understand at all.” Thrown together as they constantly were, the hostile feelings between them became worse, each ignorantly blaming the other as the cause. Ome ceyy ate last Avmahres jocahy ihe emotion burst forth, and he fled from the cabin to the woods. It was caused by the lucky Detanges returning from a visit to his traps with one of those precious gems ot the north forests. Forgetting in his happiness, how André might feel at his action, he burst into the cabin like a rollicking school- boy, thrusting jubilantly before the other’s astonished eyes, the beautiful pelt of a silver tox.» “Glossy, silky, per- fect, it rippled before his face as De- tanges began to excitedly tell how he had trapped it. André realized that this meant a for- tune for the other—a fortune gained in addition to his already large cap- tures, whereas, he himself, who was in much more need of success, was able to catch almost nothing more valuable fan a measly rat. Also, was not De- tanges taunting him by waving the rich skin before his very nose? He could not control himself at this point ; with a cry of rage, he thrust the splendid pelt aside, fleeing out of doors. At the border of the woods, he stood for a moment, shaking his clenched fists at the cabin and the sky. Then he dashed into the gloomy forest, on and cm, unialkshne Cmky “On las usin wrongs. All his feelings of hate for Detanges now rushed to the surface. He com- pletely forgot the kindnesses he had re- Cancion em min lo muninke that she flaunted the valuable creature before his sight! that he should ridicule him for his own bad fortunes! This was the last straw he could bear. Did he himself not set his traps ex- actly as Detanges did? Did he not even work harder? But Detanges was NOLVY DM “q of0Y4g j LNOMOOI—HSVNOSNW uaaad “MON ,, My, VE Ly WA ii MY Z Ybor Ly Z My; Lag Yi MUUywvs, Yi Yj Wy) Vip YW UG, THE COMRADES constantly becoming richer, while he himself Unconscious of anything except his own griefs, he wandered aimlessly over the frozen snow. No, he would not re- turn to Detanges to be reminded of his pinched family and his debts. He would flee, he knew not where, and es- cape the man he hated. With these thoughts ever before him, for two hours, he rushed along, un- Neco we tiethe cud of that time, he found himself before the cabin again, where he had started. As he gazed at it with glowing eyes, a cruel, ignomin- ious thought entered his mind. The very devil himself seemed to stand before him and present the idea. At first, André was staggered at the plan, putting it quickly aside, only to reconsider it again. He pondered upon it. If he should follow the suggestion, his family would be free from want, his debts at the store could be paid, and he would again be free. He was paralyzed at the vividness of the thought; he was dazed. He could HeE pirat out of his mind. No, he could not do it. But the dark figure be- fore him still beckoned him on reassur- ingly. Surely, no harm could result for himself. The longer he dwelt on the subject, the harder the devilish urged. Yes, he would do the deed! De- tanges was the cause of all his misfor- tunes, he reasoned, insanely, and De- tanges would have to pay the penalty. Bereft of his sane senses at the ter- ribleness of his resolution, he entered the cabin. His comrade was away; everything was favorable for his work. Hesitating only for a moment, he set quickly to his cruel task. With hurry- ing fingers, he tied Detanges large bundle of furs, surmounted by the rich silver fox, together with his own insig- nificant pile, into a tight pack. Into a second bundle, he hastily stored all the provisions in the camp. His breath came in short gasps; his eyes burned an unnatural fire. Sling- ing the pack upon his shoulders, he gazed about the dismantled cabin. In 247 the further corner, the sight of the si- lent crow greeted him. With a roar of demoniac fury, he leaped toward it, crushing it to death with one crash of his fist. Then André dashed through the door, over the hard crust into the woods. In and out among the trees he fled, think- ing only of separating himself as far as possible from the scene of his act. He darted glances constantly behind him, expecting to be greeted by the sight of Detanges pursuing. The breaking of tion Ot mile Crackin wot tile (Crust frightened him, causing him to redouble his efforts. Always on and on, into the very teeth of a storm, he ran, a maniac, stagger- ing, stumbling, whimpering. _ The snow fell in a blinding cloud; the cold was intense. As darkness was beginning to fall over the stormy world, André, at last completely exhausted, sank sobbing and crying into a soft, cold drift. His senses quickly com- menced to numb of their delirious fire, and he entered into the dangerous sleep of the cold. Meanwhile, Detanges had returned te his cabin, seeing there the still fresh signs of his companion’s work. Stifling anger filled his heart; he longed for vengeance. Hastily snatching his rifle, he closely followed the slight impres+ sions made by André’s worn heels on the hard crust. Even when the snow commenced to fall, which obliterated the faint trail, he kept doggedly on, intent upon his re- venge. At last, guided by some in- stinct, as he wandered aimlessly in the gloom, he suddenly happened upon André, motionless and still in the snow, and rapidly being covered by the storm. He stopped, and half lifted his rifle. Then suddenly, another spirit seized him. Was André already dead? He bent over him. Warmth was needed at once ! Slinging his gun into the snow, he carried his insensible comrade to a neighboring belt of woods. After a great deal of work, a fire was kindled, 248 and the task of reviving Andreé’s flick- ering life taken up. “Pore André, pore André!” Detanges repeated over and over again. Finally, his consciousness returned. “Bon Dieu, vhat have Ah done?” he cried wildly. Seeing Detanges bending over him, he continued 9) Alay cidima) know vhat Ah did. But Ah have done tie Om Deen GREETING THEIR KEEPER RE CRe AON “Ve forget all,” satd Detanges: “Ve frens again, alvays.” JN inenneie thosmstett,, angles huge frame shook with emotion. He shuddered as he gazed at the storm out- Sls Wile Circle On inmeelieine, a wala, furious rush of snow and_ deathly cold. ies, ‘eraddedss vermens orally enna AVANTS... Photo by J. R. SCHMIDT CAMPING ON THE YOSEMITE ROAD By H. D. HOWELL The Yosemite tourist, traveling by stage and making the mountainous trip of sixty odd miles from railroad to valley in one or two days, is rarely able to give more than divided atten- tion to the grandeur of the primeval forest through which he passes; for the driver, concerned chiefly that he fall not behind his scheduled time, takes all down grades, curves included, with his horses in a swinging trot, and the chance of reaching his destination in safety presents itself, perforce, for dis- tracting consideration. It is therefore small wonder that the independent travelers along the same route are scarcely noticed, except as obstacles that increase the danger, since they must be passed, often where passing would seem impossible. Yet here is to be seen a unique phase of American travel—one that is characteristic of the West. During the months of June and July, when many are journeying valleyward, that quaint conceit of Carlyle’s, “A world without clothes,’ is strikingly suggested. As a mighty leveler of hu- manity the world a-camping is very nearly a parallel. President Roosevelt himself, with closed lips and glasses of normal size—were sucl a thing con- 249 ceivable—unheralded, might here have passed unnoticed. The capitalist who camps for pleasure is not readily dis- tinguished from the cook, who camps for profit. The lone man who person- ally conducts five women may be as self-sacrificing as his position would imply, or merely the victim of financial embarrassment; in either case he de- serves sympathy. And the women— whether social queens or shop-girls on a holiday, there is little to indicate. Old men and women, young men and maidens, all are here; mothers, too, with infants in arms and _ children clinging to their skirts, while upon their weary, but determined, faces may be Clear lvesreade seen Mosemite aid idiex. They come in parties large and small, these dust-covered pilgrims to a new- world Mecca, sometimes singly, with only a horse for company. Nor is there sameness as to outfits ; anything that pays the toll on the Yose- me ORG “Coss, : lalitveesyeras, lwuilt out over their wheels and furnished for housekeeping, prairie schooners, farm wagons, wagons with buggy tops, buggies with wagon tops, vehicles with- out protecting cover, even rolling “dark rooms” for photography; some new and strong, some reinforced from end EL CAPITAN, YOSEMITE YOSEMITE a THE BRIDAL VEIL 202 to end with rope and baling wire; these drawn by horses or mules, six, four, two or one. There are also riders with pack-horses, or burros, and, fi- nally, wayfarers who are, in their own eraphic language, “hoofing it.” Auto- mobiles are uncommon—that speed is not to be desired on these narrow moun- tain roads, whose turning places ap- pear to have been selected for their steepness of grade and proximity to precipices, many a wild-eyed passenger on the stage would bear feeling testi- mony. In camp the same picturesque diver- sity prevails, and again outward con- ditions are misleading. A handsome tent, provided with folding table, chairs and hammock may belong, not to the tenderfoot, who carries unnecessary luggage, but to the seasoned camper, who knows how to make himself com- fortable; while a tent that is evidently a veteran in service may shelter one who has never before slept without en- compassing walls of lath and plaster. There are store tents, wall and fly; home-made tents, round, square, tri- angular; tents with poles and tents Swine thom a thees, | lemks.. wwiie: striped, weatherstained: whole, patched and needing patches. But whatever its description each represents home for the nonce, and is, by its owner, or renter, regarded with affection. Albeit invested with such infinite va- riety, and affording unexcelled oppor- tunity for speculative observation, these travelers are no addition to their surroundings, for frying-pans and cof- fee-pots hanging upon the trunks of forest trees do not appeal to the es- thetic sense, and the fringe of tin cans that encircles every camping ground, though speaking eloquently of civiliza- tion, is not decorative. There is also the mule, whose uplifted voice strikes a discordant note in the twilight har- mony; happy day when science will give us a brayless mule! A spirit of good-fellowship per- vades “the travel,” as it is called; the RECREATTON touch of nature is felt by all; friendly greetings are exchanged, and informa- tion given cheerfully, if erroneously. Though sometimes there is a sign to prohibit camping the few who live in these mountain fastnesses usually re- gard the visitors tolerably, answering with such patient regularity hour afte: hours, day after day, the question, “How many miles to the next station?” that if by chance the inquiry varies the reply remains the same. At night, while waiting for mosquito activity to chill, there is neighborly vis- iting around camp fires. When the dif- ficulties of the road have been dis- cussed in language more or less vigor- ous, and the conversation becomes per- sonal, strangers not infrequently find that they have mutual friends, or that the same State gave them birth; this, in the lonely forest, is like a letter.on credit, and, shut within their circle of firelight by the deepening shadows, they talk of “back Hast; and=eme:. as people do of dear ones who have died, their faults long since forgot- eSiale Somewhere on that last, long, steep descent into the valley, suspicion against one’s fellow disappears; in the presence of such divine loveliness the mind has no room for ignoble thoughts ; camps are left all day unguarded, and impedimenta—wraps, lunches, tripods, and beloved cameras—along the moun- tain trails await in safety their owners’ return. Cameras are everywhere in evidence, greatly to the annoyance of the occa- . sional Indian, who, with the supersti- tion of his race, will make a wide de- tour to avoid the carrier of a small black box. Whis is a’ paradisesto ane camera enthtisiast, as it is to the ar- tist, as it is indeed to all lovers of the beautiful. One finds one’s self won- dering how it looks in fall, in winter, in early spring, and longing to be a witness of all its seasons. Coming by chance upon the cemetery there is a sudden conviction that here is the spot IN THE YOSEMITE 254 in which to sleep. Though the same sun is rising and setting upon a tumul- tuous world, and the moon, which, climbing these heights, looks down up- on idyllic calm, is witnessing also the melodrama of human life, the massive granite walls so deaden sound and ac- centuate the separation, that the world seems whirling in another sphere, while within their magic compass, mingled RE Cie AON with the sound of falling waters, there comes to the listening ear, in rhythmic cadence, “Be still and know that I am 3 God.” Although the exalted emotions that it inspires may not continue when the valley has become a memory, one does not sink again to the old level, and is always the better for having traveled the Yosemite road. THE PATIENT BURRO A HUSKY CREW mMoLLleGE MEN AS «TRAMP” BOO nOGR APHERS BAe We Sr bres) (Cornell 07,) College men often find it hard to get work to do for the summer, and even when work is found, poor pay and a poor job is often the result. After a bit of experience [ am convinced that there is a good opening in picture taking in the country districts. The profits are fairly large and the time is well spent in the healthful country. Moreover, it is a good experience and there is fun in it, too. “Dolph,” my companion, and myself did the “stunt” in the Adirondacks. We went to three lumber camps and stopped at the houses of the backwoodsmen. It was a short trip of four days, but it was long enough to show what can be done. Our camera used a plate four by five inches. We took along all things neces- 255 sary to develop and finish the pictures, figuring that if the woodsman could see the pictures he was to get he would buy more of them. We were right. We had a multiple piate holder, holding a dozen plates, and two double plate holders, en- abling us to take sixteen plates without reloading. For clothes we did away with white stand-up collars, and all that goes with them, and put on cotton shirts and some old trousers that were held up by visible suspenders. Our dress was not different from the native costume. We knew that we could better mix with the people if we did not appear too different —they would not be so bashful about having their pictures taken. We loaded our stuff in a couple of pack baskets of the variety which the Adirondack ALL HANDS AND THE COOK Photo by E. A. SPEARS COMEEGE VEN AS" UKM ir “PHOTOGRAPHERS guides use to “tote” camping utensils and other things for the sportsman when he goes into the woods. We were quite proud of our woodsy appearance. We started out on the country road on one of those cool, bright days for which the Adirondacks are famous There was a constant chorus of bird song which would have made an orni- thologist feel he was in paradise. The Maryland Yellow Throat, the song sparrow, the white throated sparow, and other song birds common to the re- gion, fairly overflowed with melody. We were soon lost to the attractions of the country, however, for our feet began to trouble us. Blisters began to form on the soles and toes of our feet, and after four miles of travel, as we made out on our topographic map, we sat down and took off our footgear. There were two or three blisters on each foot. We were eleven miles from our camping place. “Hard luck,” said Dolph, and I picked some leaves from a raspberry bush. Since they were soft and thick we thought to apply them as a padding to the blisters, and upon putting on our shoes again we could scarcely feel the sores. It was one lesson learned. From now on everything went well. At one place we went in swimming in a creek, which refreshed us wonderfully. After thirteen miles of walking we were to put up a little tent for the night, but we found a deserted icehouse belonging to an old cottage. The sawdust on the floor looked soft and just the thing to sleep on, but before morning we both agreed that sawdust does not make a soft bed. The next morning after a five-mile walk we came to our first logging camp, which was an ordinary house beside the road. The “greaser,” the boy who wipes dishes and does other work about the camp for the cook, was sitting on the front door step peeling potatoes. When we inquired where the men were, he nodded over across the lot in the woods, and he said they would be over to din- ner at eleven o'clock. While we were waiting a little girl, four or five years old, the daughter of the cook, enter- tained us by her uncommon wit. Look- 25/7 ing at Dolph, who has a few freckles Spreatdmover mis) nose, slice said, “You never had the smallpox, did you, oh, no.” ‘Then she laughed. The crew soon came stringing across the field from the woods. We told the boss we wanted to take a group picture. The men washed up and we waited till after the meal before we took the pho- tograph. It made the men quite excited, for it isn’t often that they have a picture taken. Such remarks were fired at us as: “Is the gun warranted?” and “Look out, there, George, he will break the glass.” The boss asked us to have something tOmedin Miler expected non payanmeitier would he take any, so we were careful to give him a photo with our compli- ments. As luck would have it, there was a “clothes press” in the building, which we could use as a dark room. Within two hours we had the plate developed, dried and a velox picture printed. When the woodsmen saw it, they were much surprised, for they supposed several weeks were required to finish a picture, They considered the photograph ‘“D—d good, eh, Bill?’ Afterward, we took another picture with the horses, for the men are always proud of their teams. We took a picture also of the cook and her two children. At this camp of eleven men we sold $5 worth of photographs. On the way to the next camp we caught a short ride with a middle-aged woodsman. He was pretty drunk and very talkative. Without any suspicion that we were college fellows he began telling that he had attended Columbia University and had played baseball on the “All-Syracuse” team, but whisky had knocked him out. He swung from telling his history to telling what a great man Charles A. Dana was. We pricked up our ears at this conversation, for he was no ordinary woodsman. At the next camp we took the picture of the men after they had finished sup- per. We lined them up against the “din- ing-room” and exposed the plate at stop 8 1-5 of,a second. Here we had to wait till night before we could finish the pictures. 258 There were about fifteen men in the camp. Some of them stretched them- selves out on their bunks for a rest after a hard day’s work, some sat about a smudge used to drive away the mos- quitoes and punkies, and there talked of their work. Others ground their axes for the next day’s labor, while four other men played quoits till it was dark, when all crawled into their bunks. When it was dark our work began. We had mixed up our solutions before nightfall and had fixed a place in the “blacksmith shop” where we could de- velop. After fixing our plates and using “neg dry,’ we dried it over the coals of a mosquito smudge. Then we printed on velox, guessing at the number the men would want. We got to bed a lit- tle after eleven o’clock. The next morn- ing the boss paid us for the pictures the men had ordered and we went on to the next camp. It was a five-mile walk, with the last half-mile almost straight up a mountain. It was a thousand-foot climb, nevertheless we had to hurry to catch the men at their eleven o’clock dinner. We got there in time, but we found that the men worked so far from the camp that the meal was carried to them. Therefore we had to wait till six o’clock, for we could not take a group picture excepting at a meal hour. At this camp after supper the men did much as they did at the other camp, ex- cepting one of them got out a violin and played such pieces as “The Monie Musk,” and the “Devil’s Dream.” The fiddler made the boast that he could do what a very few could, and that was to talk and play at the same time. Then he would go on playing and try to talk, but some way or other he stumbled every time. The men got the “greaser” to give them a jig to the tune of the fiddle. The fellow climbed upon the four by six foot “front porch” and put up a fairly good “dance.” Here we developed our plates as we did at the other camp. The young “ereaser” asked to watch us. While we were manipulating the plates he said he took pictures, too. I asked him what kind of developer he used and he said RECREATION “Hypo.” I think he had heard us speak of getting the hypo from the pack baskets and was trying to sling a bluff. When we had printed one of the plates he pointed out two men who had a fierce fight. According to his description they fought till they were completely tired out, then some of the men parted them. It was a drawn battle. Life at a lumber camp is of course peculiar. The men, fifteen or twenty, and more in some camps, line together. A woman, generally the wife of one of the men, does the cooking for the whole crew. The grub served is good for the work. Nearly all varieties of salt meats, such as pork, codfish, etc., are served. Dried fruits, such as prunes, are placed before the men, So, also, ane potatoes, bread, butter, milk, beans, cookies, and Many other things. hicsn smeateon course, will not keep in the summer, so they do not get much of that, but in the winter, we were told, fresh meat is often served. ‘‘We have to feed them well,” said the boss, “‘or they won't stay.” The food is certainly much better in variety than the woodsman, or common laborer, gets at home, and as for quantity each man can help himself to all he wants of anything. The work, to be sure, is hard and the hours long, nevertheless as one of the men said, “We have lots of fun Hp lene: | We left the last lumber camp and struck the backwoods road for twenty- three miles. For the first six of these miles we stopped at every house and shack we came to. It was a cloudy but a bright day, and we worked the shut- ter, at every place we did business, at stop “8” and 1-5 sec. exposure. At some of the houses we found boarders from New York and other cities, and to such people we introduced ourselves as “tramp photographers.” In nearly every case they suspected we were col- - lege men, and asked us what college we attended. | At one place we had an experience which made us.forget our tired limbs and backs for more than a mile of travel. We always carried our camera Al NOUME MOVE Ag eae eyay| in the pack and carried only a single shot rifle in our hand. The gun was use- less, but we had taken it along because of visions of bears and panthers. Dolph was carrying the weapon when we came to a backwoods farmhouse. The farmer was raking hay just beyond a line fence in the field. Dolph ambled over to the fence, and, carelessly placing the gun faroush it, yelled to the man if he wanted any photographs taken. The fel- low jerked around, saw the gun point- ing his way, and a stranger ahold of it. He dropped his rake and with his fin- gers outstretched seemed ready to throw his hands into the air. He thought he 259 was being held up. Dolph saw his con- fusion and repeated the question, say- ing “pictures” instead of “photograph.” A decided look of relief appeared on the mans “face, as he .replied, “No,” he guessed not, and picked up his rake. It was so funny that the next mile of walk was easy. When we got home we had twenty plates to develop and about eight prints to make. Together with what we fin- ished and sold at the camps we cleared above expenses $20. We had a little over a week of actual work. Consider- ing what we saw and learned, it was worth while. Peso NEG Or LIE SEA. DV Ma Ne ietiaE MINA EASTINGS O salt is the brine on cheek and iip, And cold the drenching spray ; The call of the winds comes glad and free With the answering roar of the baited sea, Lashed to a foam-flecked gray. O cold is the brine on cheek and lip! Then ho! for a swelling sail And the master joy that mariners feel When the rushing prow and cleaving keel Dare the defiant gale! THE RIGHT SPIRIT. We print here a letter from two small boys in Pike County, showing that the right spirit is animating the Sons of Daniel Boone, and that these little fellows are standing up as monitors and educators to the big, burly men who are not so humane nor kind-hearted. Mast Hope, Pa., Jan. 15, 1906. Dear Founder: We had our meeting as usual. We do not like to have anybody come, so we have numbers; each one has a number. We have a key to the door, and we keep the door locked, and when any of our members come to the door and knocks he says his number and he is admitted. James Hart, a boy of this village, saw a red squirrel and he took a stone and killed it, He did not use it after he had killed it. Willie Molusky and Eddie Joyce saw him and were very much vexed at him. We are going to build a log cabin to hold our meetings in. We all wish you had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. We re- ceived the buttons O. K. We were glad to get them. Yours truly, The Sons of Daniel Boone, Percy Davis. Mast Hope, Pa., Jan. 15, 1906. Dear Founder: There is a man named Lewis Comfort who drives team here to-night. He came in with a load of logs. His horses got stuck. He began to beat them fierce. I told him to stop, but he would not. EppiE Joyce. Now, boys, you must remember that you belong to a different age from the men—a more refined, a more kind, and a more hu- mane age than even your fathers. They were born before the Society of Prevention of Cru- elty to Animals was thought of, before the Audubon Society for the protection of the songbirds was inaugurated, and at a time when it was thought proper and right and sportsmanlike to shoot anything in sight. Good sportsmen only a few years ago would, without hesitancy, practice shooting on the swallows, night hawks and other swift-flying birds with never a thought of the crime they were committing by killing these useful and beautiful helps of the farmer, agriculturist and forester. You also belong to an age when we will no longer honor people with the name of naturalists who spend their lives in killing and collecting specimens. Few of these men have any more right to this title than the schoolboy who collects paper collars of differ- ent brands of cigars has to the title of a doc- tor of physics. A lot of dried birds’ skins and miserably upholstered animals’ bodies are not Nature, and the wholesale murder of these creatures in the name of science is as much an outrage as it is to kill the game birds for the market. AND THE BOYS) 260 ANON NST es aw Of late years the title of Naturalist has been affixed to the name of every taxider- mist who makes his living exterminating the wild creatures for the sake of supplying the demand of wealthy people for game heads with which to decorate their dining-rooms; but you boys will learn to look upon this age of ours when we did these things in the same manner that we men look back upon the time when it was considered honorable even for white men to take scalps and the authori- ties Of OUT Country paid! a bountys 107, the scalps of red men. But to drop the seriousness of the fore- going talk, you will be glad to hear that Fort Oatka has sent in a recipe for camp cooking, which we publish below. A CAMP DISH BY DAVY CROCKETT, OF FORT OATKA. (Try it, boys, and send in your verdict. If you say it is good we will send a notch to Eel Royo Nr. we) 2 cups sour milk. 2 small teaspoonfuls baking soda. 1 tablespoonful cream. I teaspoonful salt. Flour enough to make a rather stiff batter. Pour out enough of the batter on a pan- cake griddle to make a cake about 7 to 9 inches in diameter, and let it cook on one side, then turn it over. Put it on a plate and spread with butter, and either maple, brown or white sugar. Cook another and put it on top of the first and butter and sugar it, and so forth until you have from six to eight piled up; then serve as you would pie, in slices. It is quite a knack to turn over one of these big cakes, so you ought to have a pan- cake expert on hand to show you how to turn them. It is also hard to make the batter just right, but practice makes perfect. The recipe I gave was enough for eight people after they were partly full of oyster stew; so you see they go fast enough. I am writ- ing this letter just after I have had some, and I wish some other boys could have en- joyed them with me. I enjoy RECREATION very much, and so do the rest of our club. I guess I will close. THE TALLY GUN. In regard to the tally gun—a gun that be- longs to your founder is being photographed and when completed we are going to have half-tone cuts made of this photograph and sent to the different forts. Paper notches will also be sent so that you can paste them on. The object is to get so many paper IDV) IS Aa) UND Tighe Te lON AS) notches that you finally cover the gun with paper all around.until you can’t see it at all. Try for this. BLACK BALLED. As to the black balls. In the large clubs, voting is done this way: A box with a par- tition in the middle is placed on a table; in one side are black and white balls. The other is empty. Each member goes up and takes out either a black or a white ball and votes by dropping it in the empty side. When all the members are through, the teller ap- pointed for the purpose can tell who is elect- ed by the kind of balls in the box. If there are no black balls, the person is elected. If there are enough black balls he is not. So you see the black balls are votes against him. You boys need not vote this way. You can use a hat to hold the votes and slips of pa- per can be used instead of marbles. The term “black balled” is a club term, and means that the votes are against the party. a Editor RECREATION : Would you find out a little more about the rabbit through RECREATION ?—whether it can walk and if there is any other animal with its forelegs fastened to its body the same way. Ivan Korman, tAllemans, Pa. This rabbit letter would make it appear as if some future talks on the construction of animals might be appreciated by the Sons of Daniel Boone, and it has set us to thinking upon this subject because we want all the young pioneers not only to love and treat with respect all living creatures, but to have a common-sense fundamental understanding of the general relationship of these little crea- tures to each other and themselves, and when they find how closely even a toad or a bird resembles in construction the human form there will be still greater hesitancy on the part of the boys to unnecessarily injure their little cousins or deprive them of life. But, boys, do not misunderstand me. When it is necessary to do so your Mother will send you to the barnyard to wring the neck of a chicken, and if you are alone in the woods and run out of supplies it is perfectly proper and right for you to shoot any game animal to supply your table; but that does not mean to kill these creatures, like the Borneo head- hunters, so that you can decorate your head- house with rows of their craniums stuffed with excelsior and sawdust and with glass eyes inserted in empty sockets. 201 _ That is, we believe, with The Ancient Mar- iner,— “Tle prayeth well Who loveth well both man and bird and _ beast, He prayeth best who loveth best, All things both great and small, For the good God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.” Easton, Pa., Jan. 26, 1906. Dear Founder: I received your letter on Jan. 26. You say you wrote the addresses down in the Daniel Boone book. The boys say they can hardly wait till they come. Our club was playing the F. A. C. club, and we beat them 7 to 3. Our sport is just coming in. You ought to have seen us make our schoolmates look when we gave them our Dan Boone cry. Their eyes nearly fell from their sockets. Nearly all of us have our suits. The pattern works all right. We can hardly wait for a gander plucking. We had an In- dian and Boone chase. The lower room were the Indians and some of our room. About 25 Indians were trying to catch us 11 boys. But us Boone boys were too slick. There is a 50-acre woods about a half of a mile from our club. We all have a board nailed up against the fence and trying to hit the line. We are throwing from the distance of fifteen feet. We cannot throw it yet very good, but every time ‘-e practice we are doing better. Hitting the mark is it. We can make it stick, but to hit the line is it. Now I will close. From yours truly, GEORGE STYERS. 1810 Buttler Street. THE DAN’L BOONES ARE COMIN’, BY J. P. B. “Watch out ! 99) Sez the Bear, for the Dan’l Boones are comin’. Sez “he bloomin’ little Beaver, “I’ll go down and see my plumbin’.” And for forty miles around you can hear the Pa’tridge thrummin’, For the Dan’l Boones are comin’ thro’ the BEES And the great, big gun—that the tally man’s a-carryin — Is an awful thing to see, but it’s never used for harryin’, And the Beasts grow friendly, where they always felt so scary, an’ They join the Boones, as happy as you please. For confidence will come if you treat ’em right, and show it, And it’s fun for boys and beasts alike, and every beast will know it, When it’s once built up, men, not beasts, will overthrow it, As you and I and every Boone agrees. : — : THE BISON SOCIETY. RECREATION is out for the preservation and perpetuation of our game, and, occupying such a position, we will do all in our power to help along the Bison Society. At the Same time we regret that Mr. Baines saw fit to so word his letter to our Editor as to imply a threat if our Editor did not join the society, thus rendering it impossible for him to do so with dignity. However, we wish the members of the Bison Society all success in their undertaking, and also to state that the society inaugurated by the Editor of RECREATION was expressly for the purpose of purchasing the Pablo Allard herd of bison before it is disbanded and scattered. There are now over three hundred mighty beasts in this herd, including sixty-six calves born this year. If the bison society can join hands with us in securing this herd for the people of the United States they will be en- titled to wear laurel wreaths as did Mark Twain at the late banquet given by the So- ciety of Illustrators. In our efforts to se- cure the Pablo Allard herd of buffalo for the people of the United States we have no axe to grind. We do not know the owners of the Pablo Allard herd, and will receive no benefit from this transaction that is not equally divided with every citizen of this continent. We hope that every one that reads this will make it a point to take five minutes of their own time to devote to the public and write to their representative in Congress and the Senate asking that this magnificent herd of bison be purchased by the govern- ment and kept intact as a lesson in history and patriotism to all future generations of Americans. There are millions of men who are willing to give their lives and die for the country, but there are only a few men who will take the trouble to work for their country’s good. The crying need in the United States today is for patriots during peaceful times, patriots who will look out for the elevation, education, and high ideals of our people, and no American with any sentiment in Ins soul can stand idly by and see the buffalo of America, who are so inti- mately connected with the history and ro- mance of this country, wiped out of ex- wstence. A dispatch from Helena, Montana, Decem- ber 8th, says that the heavy snow in the mountains has driven a herd of six hundred antelopes down into 79 Ranch, near Lewis- ton. The poor little animals’ legs were all cut with the crust of the snow and there were so many of them and they were crowd- ed so close together that men rode in among them as they would in a bunch of cattle, and the timid creatures, being greatly ex- hausted, made not the slightest effort to es- cape. It is not legal for anyone to kill ante- lope in the state of Montana, and, so far as we have heard, the law was respected in regard to this herd. While one feels sorry for the six hundred little prong-horns, with their cut and bleeding legs, one rejoices at 262 the news that there were enough left to make a herd of such dimensions, and we congratu- late Montana on the possession of this big bunch of prong-horns, and upon having com- mon’ sense enough to protect these unique Creatures: We have had occasion several times to publicly announce that all of us outdoor peo- ple love Theodore Roosevelt because he is one of us, and in sympathy with us, but none of us can fail to condemn the thoughtless blood-thirstiness which impelled him to shoot snowbirds in his recent hunt in Virginia. We all hope and trust that the dispatch which has gone around the country to the effect that he did kill these Jittle birds in wanton sport is an error. Still, we must know that there is a touch, we might say, a very strong dash of the wild cowboy in our President’s disposition and character, and it would not be improbable that a man of this type might possess both the virtues, admir- able qualities and also the faults of a cow- boy. A special dispatch to the New York Times, dated San Francisco, December 28th, says that Robert Fitzsimmons admitted to- day that he received a letter from the White House, but would not exhibit it or tell whether it was from the President. Of course,. a correspondence with-a_ pugilist would uphold the theory that he has a cow- boy’s love of rough sport, at the same time, the refusal of Fitzsimmons to exhibit or tell the contents of the letter he received from the White House proves that the pugilist had more traits of a real gentleman than one would be apt to attribute to a man of his profession. EDITORIAL We have had occasion several times to in- sist upon the fact that wild animals and wild birds are only wild because they are perse- cuted. And we have cited numerous in- stances where ruffed grouse, quail and va- rious similar creatures, when unmolested, have become tame and mixed with the ani- mals in the farmyard. A Wabash corre- spondent to the Cincinnati Inquirer says, in confirmation of this, that Farmer Lit Lof- land had a quail’s nest near his barnyard in which an old quail hatched a brood of little ones. No sooner were they out of the eggs than they proceeded to make themselves at home with the domestic fowl and continually followed the chickens around and, as far as appearances and actions went, they might have descended from as long a line of do- mesticated birds as the barnyard fowl them- selves. According to The Maine Woods, certain Cumberland, Maine, hamlets are overrun with skunks. “Suits of clothes hang on the clothes-line for weeks without there being the slightest danger of their being stolen, and the air is filled with unmistakable skunk signs.” They say that even the microbes have left the place, disgusted. It must be that some of our frenzied finan- ciers have taken refuge in these Cumberland towns to escape the investigating committees, It is probably their clothes that are hanging on the line. The other night when one of the members of the Camp Fire Club came home from one of the banquets of the club he found his wife waiting for him with that grim look on her face with which all married men who remain out nights are only too familiar. He tried to quietly slip up to his room, but his wife barred the way. “Pardon me, my dear,’ said the late camper, “I don’t feel like talking tonight,” and she replied, “Don’t let that bother you at all, sir, ll do all the talking tonight.” And she did. There were no locks to his bedroom, but before his wife got half through he made a bolt for the door. “Will you, Mr. Jones,” said she “Join me in a cup of tea?” “T should be delighted,” said he, “But is there room for you and me?” 263 Many a great American, like the late la- mented President Garfield, has built castles in his mind, although he used to drive a tandem team, with a canal boat hitched be- hind. Little Lord Fauntleroy was about as un- American a character as was ever devised. He was a sissy sort of a little chap and the production of a feminine mind; but do not think that RecrEATION is hard upon the la- dies, for that is our weak spot. What we wanted to say is that the feminine traits belong to the feminine sex and not to ours. We well remember our first sweetheart, God bless her litle soul. She was twelve years old and inspired in us our first attempt to poetry in lines like this: Oh, Laura Dad, Pray don’t get mad, At this harmless little rhyme, For we intend to ask your dad If you can’t be our Valentine. And then there was that other girl, when we were but seventeen years old. She was one of those bargain-counter girls, age thirty- five marked down to nineteen and a half. Every time her name was mentioned our seventeen-year-old heart beat a tattoo upon our seventeen-year-old ribs. We thought she was the boss girl, and the man who mar- ried her tells us we are not in the least mis- taken, and that she’s the boss now. Her father owned a bull terrier, and the dog did not waste any affection upon us, but the bargain-counter girl would say, “Re- member that nothing can hurt you. Don’t you know that you are a Christian Scien- Gist Nseste Wiaserthe GeMly~u: slutates) eal right, but the dash bull dog don’t know it.” Mr. Baines of the Bison Society, is a smart man and reminds us of what Uncle Enos said. “You see that nigger there? That’s Booker Washington. He’s the smart- est nigger in the whole world.” “He’s not as smart as the Lord,” ventured Uncle Enos’ wife. “No, dat’s so, but he’s young yet.” ’Tis said that intimacy breeds contempt, but certain supposititious nature writers’ books show a contempt for nature which was never bred from intimacy. NS SS é | U H | A WILDFOWL LOAD. Editor RECREATION: Which do you think would be the best load for wild ducks, geese, etc.; the regular factory-loaded shell with 314 drams of some standard smokeless powder and 1% ounces of chilled shot, or 3% drams of powder and only 1 ounce of shot? Do you think the latter would be too heavy for a 12-gauge gun? Also, whichis the best size of chilled shot to use on this kind of game. About what is the killing range of a good ie Cooke 12-gauge gun with a proper load bal wes Which cartridge has the longest range and the greatest killing power, the .25-.20 Win- chester C. T. or the .32-.20 Winchester C. T. loaded with smokeless powder and soft-nose bullet ? I have hunted duck a few times, but al- ways used a rifle. I am going to buy an Ithaca hammerless for the spring shooting and I don’t believe I can do better in picking a shotgun. I will close, wishing you good success for the New Year. H. G. Price, Dayton, O. The best load for duck and geese in your gun would probably be 3% drams, or its equivalent of any standard smokeless pow- der and 1% ounces of chilled shot. The other load would produce a very scattered, irregular pattern. The best size shot would probably be No. 5. The killing range of a good 12-gauge is usually put at 4o yards. The .25-.20 Win- chester has more than too feet greater ve- locity than the .32-.20; but not quite so much killing power, namely, 323 foot pounds against 352 foot pounds.—Eprror. ALL TOGETHER—IF POSSIBLE. an. I, 1900. Editor RECREATION: y eo It seems to me that there must be more unanimity as to the ideal revolver before the Colt people will undertake to make the sort everyone is writing about. Many seem to forget that there are some fine guns made nowadays. I do not see why the makers do not make the military revolver with a single action, and, at the same time, I confess that my S. & W. Special 28 calibre, with 264 I } reg Ni @ LLL A NS la | | lON i : : | BS ui 5 iy ee | " eo NN Y i head nme a aiieud WEA 4-lb. trigger pull, made without creep, is a very ideal revolver. I would remind Mr. Lyman, in regard to the reduced load for S. & W. Special, that the revolver championship was recently won with 38 S. & W. Special, loaded with the Ideal bullet No. 36,072, 110 grains, and 2% grains “Bullseye” powder. He could not do ‘better than to try it. I do not care to try the round ball. Very satisfactory results are obtained with the regular conical bullet, 157 grains, or the hollow base, 150 grains, or the Peters mid-range, 114 grains, and 234-grain Bullseye, or 5-grain Du Ponte rifle powder, or L. & R. Marksman, 5-grain. I do not see why anyone wants to use black powder in the revolver, but if Mr. Lyman chooses to use black powder use the 70-grain round ball and 6 grains of powder. By all means, try Bullseye and the mid-range bullet. I note with interest that I do not see or hear of Anderton, Sayre, Hudson, Mimmels- baugh and the rest of the experts calling for a new revolver. When I can master the gun I now have I may consider calling for im- provements in a revolver. At present I need to improve myself. The gun is O. K. I would suggest to C. A. Thomas that the load of Bullseye in S. & W. Special 38 is 3 grains and in 44 Russian is 4 grains, while in the 38 long Colt 3% to 3% grains are needed to get the proper upset for long- range accuracy. W. M. Robertson. HIS CHOICE FOR DUCK. Editor RECREATION: In your January issue “Black Duck” asks information in regard to shotguns for duck shooting. There are several good guns for that kind of shooting, but my choice is the Winchester repeating shotgun, 30-inch bar- rel, 12 gauge, weight 734 pounds. A good load for ducks is 28 grains Laflin & Rand “Infallible’ smokeless and 1% ounces of No. 4 shot. I should like to hear from users of the Savage rifle. I have one, .32-.40 calibre, full octagon-barrel pistol-grip stock, fitted with three Lyman sights. It is the finest shooting gun I ever saw. Henry Thomas, Ava, N, Y. GUNS AND AMMUNITION LIGHT LOADS FOR REVOLVERS, Editor RECREATION : In the January Recreation, Bros. Lyman and Thomas inquired about light loads, and I am glad to send the ones that have been giving satisfaction to myself and other mem- bers of the Louisville Revolver Club. I use bullet No. 429,105 for .44 Russian, and No. 36,072 for the S. & W. .38 Special (Ideal moulds) ; make bullets pretty hard. L. & R. “Bullseye” powder, and set my Universal powder measure at 7 grains for the .44 and 5% grains for the .38 Special. This will give about 2.8 and 2.2 grains weight respectively. The regular loads of “Bullseye” for these calibres are 4 grains for the .44 and 3 grains for the .38, of course with the regular heavy bullets. These loads are accurate and clean. The sights have to be raised slightly with all light or gallery loads. If Bro. Lyman prefers black powder, let him get Hazard F.F.G. rifle, 7 grains; seat round bullet on powder, melt lubricant and pour around edges of bullet. This is accu- rate at short distances, but is awfully dirty. That is my main objection to black powder in revolver shooting. Shoot five shells filled with black powder, and you can hardly see through the barrel of your gun. On the other hand, I will use 4o or 50 shells to- night (our regular shooting night) loaded with “Bullseye,” and I don’t even take a wiper along. When I get home I shall run a greasy rag several times through the barrel and chambers, and there you are. By the way, I killed eight turkeys and one goose in thirty-two shots, distance 225 yards, with a .38 Special S. & W. revolver on our New Year’s Day shooting match. Did I have on my shooting clothes? Well! “Kentucky.” SATISFIED, Editor RECREATION: _ Tam a reader of Recreation, and think it is a fine sporting magazine. J am very much interested in the gun and ammunition de- partment. J use an Ithaca hammerless shot- gun and three drams of Dupont smokeless powder and one and one-eighth ounces of number six shot loaded in Peters’ target shells, and think both gun and load first class. Ervin J. Robinson, Wayland, N. Y. FOR AN IMPROVED BISLEY MODEL, Editor RECREATION: I have taken a great deal of pleasure in treading the six-shooter talk now appearing in RecrREATION, and having had some experi- ence with “belt guns,” I’m coming in, too. I have seen and used nearly every revolver made in this country. And the one that suits me best is the Bisley model. The only thing that I don’t like about it is that it is a little slow in loading. If we could 205 get it made in swing-out cylinder, I think we would have an ideal belt gun. I think the hammer and stock of the Bisley model much better than the old Frontier. If we could only get it made in this form and with smokeless steel barrel, I would prefer a .32-20 or a .38 S. & W. special, with 5% or 6 in barrel. A. A. Gyes, Anamoose, N. D. WANTS INFORMATION. Editor RECREATION: As I’m a great lover of RECREATION I have been reading a great deal of the Smith & Wesson .38 special. I wish one of your readers would kindly explain to me what this revolver will do if given the proper test on hardwood, as I wish to purchase one. And if a 6-in. barrel will be satisfactory for tar- get; and also to carry in holster belt? I’m in favor of the Colt’s arms, especially the .38 L. Colt’s; but the handle of the Colt’s is too large and thick for my hand. The .38 S. & W. fits much better. I have a .32 automatic Colt’s, pocket model, and it shoots well, although I never gave it the proper test. F, A. Tencate, Martin’s Ferry, O. PREFERS A 16-GAUGE FOR DUCK. Editor RECREATION : I will try and give the inquiring brother an answer to his inquiry in regard to shot- guns for duck shooting, as far as my ex- perience goes. Still, others may not come to the same conclusion as I have, and yet I have been years coming to it. I have used almost everything from a musket up to the latest improved hammer- less; shot all kinds of loads with black and smokeless powders; shot from BB to 8 for duck and geese, and my experience is this: What does a man want to carry a cannon around for? unless he is as Capt. Graham says, through RERCEATION’s columns, a novice shooting at a mass of flapping wings, and nothing dropping. That is what we call flock shooting, here, with a flock gun. I have used 10-gauge and I2-gauge, and at present use a 734 16-gauge Ithaca 30 in. barrel; both barrels full choke and chambered for the 234 in. shell. I will take my little 16 and kill a duck, when all the big guns get through shooting. Pick out your birds and get them, that’s what I call shooting. Any clown can take a cannon, put a handful of shot in, and hold it on a bunch, and then only once in awhile get one, and moralize: ‘Now that’s funny. I held sight on to them, I know I did, and still no duck.” Moral: Pick your bird, lead him the proper distance, and success will fol- low. In regard to proper specify one for any gun. loads no one can That you must de- 266 termine yourself after you get a gun with a good pair of 30 in. barrels, for those seem to give the best results, when properly full choke bored, and true to gauge. Some guns handle No. 5, some No. 6-or No. 7, others even No. 8. I have killed mallards at 30 and 35 yards with No. 8, too dead to flop a wing; still I do not insist all guns will do it, but I claim any properly bored full choke will do it, though only 16 or even 20 gauge, and when a 16-gauge will do as well as a Io or a I2-gauge, why is not the 16-gauge superior? They are not so clumsy as most heavier guns are, and are easily and quickly handled. This hint I can give you: Test your gun and see if it is full choked. If a 16-gauge, take a load as follows: 2%4 drachms good smokeless or black powder, nitro shell, 1 card wad, 3 ordinary black edge wads and I ounce No. 6 or No. 7, whichever is con- venient, and one thin card wad over shot. Now set up a board 1 inch thick, any size will do, if big enough, so that it won’t split. Measure off 21 feet, stand on the 21-foot line, and if your gun will punch a hole clean through the board with the centre of the charge and only a few shot scatter to about a distance of about 4 or 4% inches, the gun is perfect, and if not, make up your mind a gun that will scatter shot over a circle 8 or Io inches in diameter at 21 feet, will at 4o yards scatter them all over a 4o-acre field. In .other words,. will make a better seeder than duck gun. After .you have got your gun you must formulate your own load by trying different sizes of shot and different charges of pow- der, sticking to the one you think the best. Larger loads of powder scatter shot most, but have greater velocity and penetration; less powder, less penetration and closer pat- tern.. Too much shot increases recoil. No shotgun is a sure killer over 40 yards. As far as gauge is concerned I would not go back to a 10 or 12-gauge for all the guns you could give me. This is my experience. I should like to hear of others on the subject. W. T. S., Rock Island, III. LOADS FOR THE .25-.20. Editor RECREATION: After quite a little experimenting with dif- ferent powders and bullets I have succeeded in working out a very fine load for the Win- chester and Marlin .25-.20 rifles. I get a great deal of pleasure and help from reading the “Guns and Ammunition” department in Rec- REATION, and if my experience will help any brother sportsman I'll give it most willingly. For my .25-.20 load I use 3% grains weight, Ideal measure No. 5, set at Io grains of new E. C., and a 77-grain bullet of the 25720 (Ideal) series, cast I to 20. For the Marlin rifle I would cast the bullet 1 to 16, as the twist is a little quicker. RECREATION Now don’t condemn the load because it is a shotgun smokeless. Try it first. If Van Allen Lyman will try about 1% to 2 grains weight of Bull’s-eye behind a round ballin his 387S:9 6:3 We spectaly le thiniene will find about what he is looking for. If he uses the Ideal measure No. 5 it should be set at four grains for the two-grain weight load. I would appreciate it. very much if some RECREATION reader would give me his experience with Du Pont No. 2 smokeless in the .32 S. & W. long, hard-ejector revolver. I use this revolver and cartridge a great deal for light work, and if there is a better load than the one I use I want to know it. I use two-grain weight Bull’s-eye and a 98-grain bullet. Jas. A. McPheeters. We would caution our readers to be very careful how they use shotgun powder in a rifle-—Ep. GUNS, ALSO DOGS. Editor RECREATION: I am a reader of your book, and keep “up” when I can, and I find your letters under the head of “Guns and Ammunition” very inter- esting and amusing. Of course I have to laugh at some remarks in regard to the size of revolver used in the east; and in regards to the remark “carrying a revolver.” Half the people in Texas and the Indian Territory don’t know what that means. It’s “Toting a Gun” here, and the little ‘“Roastology” from Mr. Josh Bell, of Chicago (in the January number), was very good, and he knows a little, too, about guns; that is, I don’t think he’d start out hunting with a “revolver” with the expectation of bringing in enough to “make a pan smell,” but he has the right idea about a gun, and he says for self-de- fense give him a .45 Colt’s single-action. You might as well try to sell a gold brick in Texas and Indian Territory as anything but a .45 single-action Colt’s. And speaking of gold bricks, you haven’t heard of any being sold in Texas in the last two or three years. Getting wise, aren’t we? Nonetheless, I en- joy reading the different remarks, and- would like to see more interest taken under the head of “Hunting Dog,’ as I am a fancier and have done some nice work this season in training, and you can look to hear from me soon on that subject. I am no gun man, but a dog man. Hal Sims, Denison, Tex. RELOADING THE .38 S. & W. SPECIAL. Editor RECREATION : If Mr. Van Allen Lyman uses the reload- ing tools made by Smith & Wesson, I would be pleased to have him try a load I have worked out for the .38 S. & W. special and find it quite satisfactory and exceedingly cheap. I use Winchester black powder shells, No. 6, V. M. C. primers, two grains of Laf- GUNS AND AMMUNITION lin & Rand bull’s-eye powder, and Tatham’s No. 85 buckshot. Driving the No. 85 shot through the re- loader with the long plunger cuts off a light ring of lead and swedges into a regular shape about 70 per cent. of the more or less irregular buckshot. It also leaves a band around the ball exceeding 4% of an inch in breadth. This band takes the rifling of the barrel, and with a little tallow for lubricant I get better results than from the carefully moulded round bullets I formerly made. The cost of this load is less than 35 cents per 100. Lee J. Mills, Brooklyn, N. Y. THE MARLIN REPEATING GUN FOR HIM. Editor RECREATION: I see in your January issue a gentleman who signed himself “Black Duck” wants to know the “best type of gun for duck shoot- ing, with details as to gauge, length of bar-- rels, weight, and loads.” Of course, every hunter has his own pecu- liar ideas about guns, loads, etc. But my own experience is as follows: For a good many years I used the old 12-gauge muzzle loader, until the repeaters and breech loaders came into use, when I got me a 16-gauge Winchester with 28-in. barrel. It was a good little gun, but it had its faults, and it did not suit me. I sold it and next got an Ithaca double-barrel hammerless, 30-in. barrels, weight 734 pounds. Then for almost four years I thought I was satisfied. It was as good a shooting gun as I ever saw, and just here let me say that I think the Ithaca people put out the best gun for the amount of money expended of any double-barrel gun on the market to-day. But the longer I used my Ithaca double-bar- rel the more dissatisfied I got with it; per- haps the fault was mine, but this was my ob- jection: Lots cf times when hunting ducks I would make a kill with my first barrel and cripple with the second, and then nine times out of ten the crippled duck would get away. So I wanted a gun to make sure of my sec- ond bird. So I traded my Ithaca for a new Marlin repeater 12-gauge, 30-in. barrel, weight 7% pounds. I have used this gun for some time now, and [ think it the most per- fect gun I ever saw. It shoots just as well as the Ithaca did and never fails to extract a shell and reload. I makes no difference how fast one may fire, and the balance is just as good as any double-barrel gun made. Some people like the Winchester repeater the best, but as I have owned both, I prefer the Marlin. The shooting qualities of the two guns I think are equal, gauge for gauge, as the barrels are the same. So I would ad- vise my friend if he wants the best all-round duck gun on the market to-day to get a Mar- lin 12 gauge, 30 inch barrels, 7'%4 pounds, and use the Winchester Leader or Repeafer shell loaded with 3 drams smokeless powder and 1% ounce No. § chilled shot. He will have an excellent combination and one hard to beat, and if he holds right he will have few crippled ducks. F. Allan Kinsey, Essex, Iowa. WOULD LIKE A “HAINES” MODEL, Editor RECREATION: I have been reading REcREATION lately, and am interested in everything in it, from the front page to the back. I should like to be one of its writers, and the only way I know of is to “butt” right in, and ask you to do the rest. As a starter I should like to discuss the proposed single-action revolver for the .38 special cartridge. I have enjoyed the “thinks” of my brother hunters on the revolver, as I am a fiend on the aforesaid arm. I have handled guns and revolvers ever since I got out of my cradle, and always expect to until I go back again in my second childhood. I have used many kinds and makes of re- volvers, from the old muzzle loader up to the new 1905 model Smith & Wesson .38 special military revolver, one of which I own, and from my experience and point of view it is the very elite of revolvers. I have shot it many times in all kinds of weather and at all kinds of things and have never found it “asleep” (so to speak). It is the finest all- around arm for either target or hunting large or small game. I can shoot with it just as well as with a rifle, and for game up to deer I much prefer it. I like a single-action re- volver for common, every-day hunting and target shooting, for the trigger pull is much softer and one is not so apt to pull the sights off the game. But there comes a time in most big game hunters’ lives when they have to “pump them in” again at short range, or never see home again. Then, I say, the double-action is “just the thing.’ Neverthe- less, I want my name added to the petition which is being sent by all the men that prom- ise to buy one or more when they are brought out. I hope I am not too late to have my name added. I agree, as the rest do, to having it made on the same frame as the old .45 Colt, weigh- ing 32 ounces, 644 inch barrel, the cyl- inders centering in three places, as it does in the military model, and made of the best smokeless steel, so that either smokeless pow- der or black could be used. I have no fault to find with the Colt, for it has come through most stringent tests and has never been found wanting in the least. But taking the Colt new army, or any of them, and comparing them with the new S. & W. military model, point for point, I think (and many with me) that the S. & W. is the nearest to per- fection of any arm now made. [ am sure that whatever firm makes the new revolver, they will be more than repaid 207 268 for their trouble. I think the S. & W. people pay more attention to detail work than the Colt. They inlay with harder steel every notch in the cylinder, thus making it wear longer, and therefore it fits tighter longer. I hope this will be published, as I am anxious to see the new gun made and in use. Every little bit helps, you know. JS Wwartlandeittsbuneeas USE A FOLDING REAR SIGHT. Editor RECREATION: Would you think a peep-sight with an open rear-sight would work better than a peep- sight without the rear-sight on a .22 repeater? RECREATION is lots better since you have taken it. John Barny, Lester, Wash. A rear-sight is in the way when a peep- sight is in use. The only admissible rear- sight is one that folds like the No. 6 Lyman. THINKS TWO KINDS NEEDED. Editor RECREATION: As to the many opinions of the proper style of a belt revolver: Now, I have spent some years in the woods and on the trail, and have had several belt guns, as Colt’s 38 and 44. But there is always a longing for something dif- ferent than the market affords; so I will sug- gest this: You wish to knock over a grouse or a rabbit for lunch, or peg away for pleas- ure, and at the same time not be burdened by extra weight. Now, I believe these wants would be filled by a gun built on the lines of a Colt’s new police of about twenty-five ounces in a six-inch barrel and of a .25-.20 Marlin high-velocity cartridge; and this lit- tle gun is large enough to kill all game up to deer. As for a gun for the woods in the wild sense, for a prospector, hunter or herder, there is nothing better than the old 44 or 45, with the grip or stock that suits; and for quick and good work the 5%4-inch barrel is good. But stay with the old 74-inch barrel and single action for finer work. Now again, I have owned two new army .38 Colt’s, and now have one, and will sell same at one-half price. They are not large enough for lions nor small enough for sport. A Prospector. TO START A CLUB. Editor RECREATION: I have been a reader of RECREATION for a number of years, and think it is better now than it used to be. I would like to ask you where I could get rules for a rifle club, and where I could get targets. Chas. H. Pool, Antigo, Wis. Write to the Stevens Arms Co., Chicopee Falls, Mass. RECREATION A SIDE-ARM ON NEW PRINC.LLE. Editor RECREATION: A side-arm, to excel and be more perfect than either revolver or automatic pistol, must be an arm in which the undesirable features of both weapons have been eliminated. — In both the revolver and automatic pistol there are two undesirable features in partic- ular to be disposed of. In case of the revolver, they are the unnec- essary weight of the cylinder, and the inac- curacy and waste of energy caused by the escape of gases between cylinder and barrel (this is added to by the liability to shaved bullets, a cause of inaccuracy). In case of the automatic, the most unde- sirable feature is the great sensitiveness through the necessarily delicate construction of an automatic arm, within the limits of size and weight of a side-arm, and the need of scrupulous care and cleanliness, usually quite impossible to give under conditions such as are generally encountered in actual use. An- other undesirable feature is the danger con- nected with the use of a side-arm of the self-loading type; in a gun or rifle, this dan- ger is greatly diminished. Now an arm, which would do away with these four undesirable features of the re- volver, and the automatic, and would be- sides eliminate the danger arising from an outside hammer, would be an arm construct- ed according to the following principles, with slight variations: The arm should be made hammerless, with 5 to 8 cartridges in the hollow handle, sup- ported by a spring; which cartridges are to be held in clips as in the automatic pistols. By a pull of the trigger (which pull may be made as long as necessary), the inclosed hammer is cocked, the empty shell is extract- ed, and a new cartridge is permitted to slip from the magazine into the chamber, pro- pelled by the magazine spring. When the hammer has been pulled to its fullest extent, it catches on a slight projection, and the trig- ger returns to the position of rest, and by a slight pull on the same the projection hold- ing the hammer is raised, the hammer is re- leased, and the arm is discharged. (The trig- ger pull is to be regulated by a tension screw, and it will be thus possible to make it as sensitive as the owner desires. ) All things being as well designed as pos- sible, this arm ought to be extremely accu- rate, embodying the good features of both re- volver and automatic, and lacking the un- desirable ones. These principles could be worked into the successor of the revolver and the automatic, and the resulting pistol would be the arm of the future. A. W., Milwaukee. NY cM ey het ee ES LQ T\ Ny vi ERK \\ \ MOTORING SELDEN AND ANTI-SELDEN, Artistic and practical development of the motor car have not been the sole results of the holding of automobile shows in New York. The show itself has passed from the stage of crude display to a thing of beauty, which splendidly exhibits the temper of the people to employ all that modern ingenuity can devise to beautify and elaborate great public expositions, for after all the auto- mobile show is little short of an exposition. The double display which was held in New York this year—the show at Madison Square Garden, composed of the cars of the Selden- ites, and that held at the Sixty-ninth Regi- ment Armory, wherein the anti-Seldenites exhibited their wares—was by far the largest of its kind ever held in the world. Very fortunately for the automobile con- cerns the two great buildings are so close tegether that their immediate nearness was an incentive for sightseers to visit both, rather than go to one and omit calling upon the other. It was early learned that the curious minded, who sauntered at their ease through the aisles of the Garden, were so much impressed by what they saw that they could not forbear turning just down the corner to look over the cars in the Armory, and what was true of those who first visited the Garden was equally as true of those who happened to pay their first pilgrimage to the Armory. The first automobile show which was ever held in New York was an experiment, and there were some motor builders who averred that it was a foolish and, to their minds, unnecessarily costly experiment. It is some satisfaction to those who were interested in the original show to know that the primary objectors are now among the most enthuss- astic regarding the value of motor car ex- hibits. It is well recalled that one of the most prominent automobile makers in America, when first talked with regarding a motor show in New York, declared that it was about the silliest proposition which had been promulgated by American promoters. “Who in. the world,” said he, “is going to pay ad- mission to see what somebody else has to sell, and who is going to patronize a show of this kind where there is nothing for sale less than $1,000. You haven’t got popula- tion enough in New York, as great as it is, to make an automobile show successful.” Yet he finally went in, and at the last two shows 269 . there has been no exhibit more complete than his, and if what some of his employes say 1s true, there is no maker who has prof- ited more than he by the opportunity to place his wares before the public. Visitors called the automobile shows “rival fairylands” this year. The interior of the Garden was a white and gold palace, all pillars and colonnades, through which gleamed a myriad of incandescent lights that brightly illuminated the interior without that garish effect so much dreaded by women in evening gowns of light shades. In the Armory, the general color scheme was dark green, but the tasteful expertness of some genius had lighted the sombreness of the background with an edge of gold, and strange as it may appear, society belles of blonde texture and society belles with a gypsy touch of the brunette, both found their beauty rather enhanced than otherwise with- in the Armory’s interior, and quite needless to say were warmly enthusiastic about pay- ing it court. Where clumsy disorder had scattered ma- chines over the ground space without any special regard to classification or convenience for spectators in the past, a well regulated floor plan this year not only grouped the cars in symmetrical order, but provided wide and spacious aisles through which the visitors to the show made their way and in which they were enabled to examine the various cars at their leisure. Just a word as to who visited the automo- bile show. When the idea of the show was first suggested the motor car had not arrived at its present distinction in the United States. In fact, there were not a few, and there ex- ist a very few to-day, who were disposed to look upon it as some sort of a modern jug- gernaut, primarily a rich man’s toy, and secondarily an irresponsible accessory to more danger in navigating the highways of the country than existed before its invention. So it was thought that only the automobile enthusiasts might be expected as patrons of the manufacturers. It is true that all the automobile enthusiasts were there, but they brought their friends with them, and in addi- tion to those came the hundreds bent more on curiosity than anything else. They wanted to see a motor car at close quarters, not be- ing possessors of one themselves, but hearing so much about them that it aroused their in- quisitiveness. But see how a little oil may spread! Pre- 270 sumably one-half of the visitors to the auto- mobile shows this year were persons who are not possessed of the means to purchase a motor car, and may not ever acquire a com- petence that shall make them owners, but for all that they knew so much about cars that they surprised the manufacturers and their assistants, and Colonel Pope, speaking of the future of the automobile, remarked, “We have nothing to fear so long as the general public takes to the motor car in this manner.” Nor did all the visitors come from New York by any means. One western man, who is an agent for motor cars in Cleveland, said that not less than one hundred citizens in that thriving manufacturing centre, had ar- ranged their winter leisure so as to be in New York during automobile week, in order that they might see the latest models and profit by the latest inventions. Other motor car enthusiasts were present from Chicago, St. Louis, Philadelphia, Balti- more, Boston, Pittsburg, in fact almost every city of importance throughout the United States. Therefore, the automobile show must pay. Whatever is attraction enough to induce humanity to travel 2,000 miles to see it cannot be written a failure even in these days of large exhibitive enterprises. The manufacturer must have learned that there is profit to be gained by being represented at the show, or he would quickly withdraw and omit the expense to which he is put by pub- licly putting his wares before the public of a nation for critical examination in immediate comparison with others. No radical departures in models or con- struction were shown in either the Garden or the Armory. More and more the Ameri- can manufacturers are conforming to the de- signs of the foreign machines in style, and not a few of them have quite equalled their strongest competitors in the symmetry of their cars and the grade of their outlines. The general tendency this season is fo lengthen the bases and here and there Amerti- can ingenuity in mechanics has improved on the devices which have to do directly with the operation of the cars. It was particularly noticeable that all machines equipped with the direct starter—eliminating the crank—at- tracted earnest attention. The avoidance of cranking appeals to every motorist who real- izes its awkwardness. Furthermore, the crank has had its disadvantages in the past owing to the “kick back” in which many a staid machine has indulged to the unex- pected annoyance of the owner. It seems only a question of time before the crank will have become a thing of the past, and the car will be in complete control of the driver from the seat of the machine. Take the exhibits of the shows as a whole this season and it may be said truthfully that they established a standard for evolution in higher finish and general luxury. The suc- RECREATION cessful operation of motor cars is now a settled fact. That being conceded, builders have devoted their energies to improving them with a hundred and one accessories which add to their general convenience. As an instance, the Decauville people but recently shipped to a wealthy fruit grower in the West a car built to suit his necessities in traveling from one portion of his large es- tate to another. The interior is equipped with a desk, a press for clothing, and a half dozen other traveling necessities which al- most render it a hotel on wheels. It needed but a small grill to make the owner inde- pendent of weather and distance. Cars were shown at the New York shows which were provided with the little things for personal comfort in which femininity de- lights, and over these the women visitors lingered with longing eyes. There is nothing which the gentler sex better likes in traveling than to have immediately at hand those little adjuncts which permit women to look ever at their best, no matter how tedious or how fatiguing a journey may have been, and when a woman feels that she can step from her car with the traces of travel quite obliterated, fortunate the builder who has provided for her comfort, for he has won a most faithful ally. A general estimate placed the number of visitors at the shows in New York at 175,- 000. These paid admissions. There were hundreds of others whose claims from a business standpoint eliminated the necessity of admission. But they were a part of the displays nevertheless. A careful and conservative estimate, made by a man who is competent to form such a conclusion, is that at least $5,000,000 worth of cars were contracted for during the week of the shows in New York. Of this amount perhaps three-fourths was for cars which were sold in the Garden. The foreign agents in that show were particularly happy at the outcome of their week’s transactions. Twenty of the exhibitors in the Garden, and fully half as many in the Armory, dis- posed of their entire outputs for 1906 to deal- ers and agents. This, of course, is in excess of the presumable actual cash sales which were noted above. What more striking ar- gument could be adduced for the success of the automobile show, which has grown to such a wonderful trade market for the dis- posal of goods? It is true that the present immediate de- mand for cars is strong because their util- ity has been demonstrated and their con- venience has impressed itself upon the wealthier classes of the public which can af- ford to purchase them. But that it is strong to the verge of creating an unnatural de- mand is a question which is not to be ans- wered in a hurry. There are some manufacturers who try to apply the lesson of the bicycle to the auto- MOTORING mobile. They cite how all the American public went hysterical over the wheel, and how at last the bottom of the bicycle market dropped so completely out that some builders never have reached it yet. ‘They fear a like result in the automobile business, but after all this may be much unwarranted, as the automobile is rapidly developing into a mod- ern necessity, while the bicycle at its best could hardly be designated as other than a personal comfort or athletic luxury. The only automobile manufacturers who are likely to be caught napping in trade cir- cles are those who are not so energetic as their neighbors in keeping up fully with the improvements which are bound to be made as the science of motoring grows nearer the ideal. Just as a straw, showing the direction of the wind in regard to the present popularity of the automobile, it may be cited that the Packard Company very recently sent broad- cast an offer of $3,600 for every one of its $4,000 1906 cars which was returned to its agents, as the demand for them is so great that the factory cannot turn out the machines fast enough. Of all the hundreds of ma- chines which had been delivered but two were sent back. Consider the Packard con- | cern as but one item in the making of auto- mobiles, and then marvel at the immense magnitude of the present trade which culti- vates a demand like that. Following the New York shows usually come those of other cities, and in spite of the fact that the demand would seem to have been exhausted when New York had finished, the manufacturers say that results are so good in giving shows in other cities that they are fully justified in placing their wares pub- licly on view in Philadelphia, Boston and Chicago. Even smaller local shows are held, and at those the public is found still faith- fully pursuing its hunt for information con- cerning working details and constructive ma- terial. While the speed feature never is particu- larly prominent at the automobile shows, it is a corollary of the exhibits, since the Flor- ida races always follow the New York gath- ering of motor enthusiasts. It is true that prospective buyers frequently linger longer with those manufacturers whose machines are known to have made speed records, for even if the buyer is not speed- mad himself, nor ever likely to be, it gives him gratification to be possessed of a car similar in general construction to that which happens to hold some great record. There is always a justifiable amount of pride on the part of an owner whose ma- chine is of the type which captured the Van- derbilt cup, the Gordon-Bennett cup, or some event of like importance, and when his envious friends, who know little about motoring except as they read in the daily newspapers of the results of the interna- © 271 tional races, query him as to the make of the car which he owns, he can be pardoned for being a trifle elated if it happens to be a Panhard-Levassor, a Darracq, a Richard Brasier, or some car to which like fame at- taches, Speed racing this year in Florida assumed 1ore than usual importance because both Lancia, the famous Italian driver, and Hem- ery, winner of the Vanderbilt cup last year, came to America to take part in the contests on the Ormond beach. There is a great deal of good natured rivalry between these men. Lancia unques- tionably would have won the Vanderbilt cup in 1905 had it not been for the collision with the unlucky Christie on the narrow back stretch. As it was Hemery, who had been pushing along at a uniform pace throughout the race, finished in front, in spite of the des- perate effort which Lancia made to recover the ground which he had lost. In conversation after he had landed in New York this winter Lancia was asked if he thought that a car ever would be built which would be able to run at an average rate of less than a mile a minute over a route, say, of 300 miles. He shrugged his shoulders expres- sively and said, “Who knows? How long since it was deemed impossible for the auto- mobile to make a mile in less than a minute. Now behold what it does. But I don’t think that I should like to drive a car in a road race at a speed much higher than a mile a minute. The risk is great now. Think what it would be with the speed accelerated one- third. What time would there be for the driver to think? What time to act? How would it be possible to make the turns about which now a rapidly moving car slides at al- most incontrollable angles? For me, who cares little for speed, I think it would be bet- ter to attempt such a race on some road or course where there would be better surround- ings for the development of speed. Some ask what racing is for. In the first place, to show what men can do to increase ability to travel, and in the second place to prove the substan- tiability of the machines. If a car can run at the rate of one mile a minute, and not break down, it is evident that it is well constructed. Therefore a speed trial has been of advantage to the maker of such a machine. That is my idea.” New York has witnessed an attempt on the part of the chaffeurs of the state and city to do something toward putting their occupa- tion on a better standing. A few reckless and unscrupulous chauffeurs have done ten times more to create a false opinion on the part of the public in regard to automobiles than all the owners combined. Proprietors of garages throughout the city do their best to keep the chauffeurs under restraint, but where an owner will not be bothered with the checking system, which keeps accurate account of every time that a 272 RECREATION machine is taken out, the drivers are apt 10 smuggle the car through the doors during the evening hours to take some of their boon companions out for a lark. If it ends in in- toxication, as usually seems to be the case, the inevitable result is a collision on the high- way, or running some innocent pedestrian down, with a fine damage bill as the outcome. If the chauffeurs, who are thoroughly re- spectable and very earnest in keeping up the standard of their calling, are as successful as they hope to be with their new organization, it will be impossible for a driver who mis- behaves to secure employment by a reliable source. A new clubhouse is to be built by the Motor Boat Club of America this spring. It will be near 112th street, on the Hudson River, and it is expected that the building will be ready for occupancy by July 4th. The clubhouse will cost $50,000. Although organized only last October the Motor Boat Club of America has one hundred members, including the owners of some of the fastest boats built in this country. The club will be represented in the international races this year by the 150hp. motorboat Dixie, built last year by E. Ri Thomas, This boat has covered twenty-eight miles in an hour. The Dixie is equipped with 8-cylinder simplex motor and will be the fastest American boat ever sent across the Atlantic. The present officers of the Motor Boat Club of America are: Commodore, A. D. Proctor Smith; Vice Commo- dore, Frederick Sterry; Rear Commodore, George J. Gillig; Secretary, Hugh S$. Gambel; Treasurer, Charles Francis; Fleet Captain, Joseph. S: Bunting; Fleet Surgeon, Seymour Oppenheimer, M.D.; Meas- urer, Francis W. Belknap; Board of Governors, Ed- ward R. Thomas, Howard Gould, William B. Hay- den, H. H. Behse, John J. Amory, and George J. Vestner, and the officers. The first annual banquet and smoker of the Oshkosh Power Boat Club was held at the Revere House, Oshkosh, recently. Before the banquet proper a business ses- sion was held, and the officers for the ensu- ing year were elected as follows: Commodore, William Faber; Vice Commodore, R. Herbert Pew; Secretary, George Mueller; Treas- urer, H. F. Gibson; Fleet Captain, William Engle; Lieutenant Fleet Captain, William Doman; Meas- urer, George Overton; Chaplain, Rev. A. M. Ayres; Advisory Board, Samuel Hawthorne, chairman; R. B. Anger, H. W. Petrie. The club house will be built along the Fox River, a committee of six having been ap- pointed to take up the question of the build- ing. The editor of REcREATION, whose log house in Pike County, Pennsylvania, is the undis- puted pioneer log house built for the pur- poses of a summer home, and who has for years pointed out the absurdity of the pal- aces in the woods masquerading under the names of camps, is glad to see that he has a convert to the real thing in Mr. Payne Whit- ney, whose log house is thus described by the Flushing, iL, I., Journal in the following clipping : “During the week Payne Whitney has en- tertained a party of his friends at his estate in Manhasset, L. I. The party has enjoyed the use of the pretty log cabin which Mr. Whitney recently completed on the estate. It is one of the most unique features of any of the estates of millionaires on Long Island. The cabin is as near like that used by the early settlers as possible, even to having oiled skin in the windows instead of glass. The interior of the cabin is sumptuously finished with skins and valuable trophies of the chase. The cabin is located on part of the estate where there is plenty of good hunt- ing.” This proves that Mr. Whitney is a man who keeps abreast of the times, and he uses a motor boat to reach his log house on Long Island. State Fish and Game Commissioner Z. T. Sweeney of Columbus, has sent his report to the Auditor of the State of Ohio. It shows that up to January I, 1906, 24,166 hunters’ licenses were issued by Commissioner Sweeney. Of this number 8,000 were issued prior to January I, 1905, w which leaves a total of 16,166 licenses issued during the year. Each license cost $1.° This money has been turned into the state treasury to the credit of the commissioner. It will be used princi- pally in the enforcement of the game laws of the state: State Game Warden J. W. Baker, of Cot- tage Grove, Ore., has filed his annual report with the governor. This is the first report since the law was passed requiring all hunt- ers to procure a license. The receipt from license fees was $17,000, and after meeting all legitimate expenses there is a balance of $13,000. More arrests were made and fines collected for violating the game laws, accord- ing to the report, during the year just closed than during any previous year. State Game Warden Dr. J. A. Wheeler has opened a state game preserve on his farm near Auburn, Ill., where game will be raised for distribution over the state. It will be stocked with 10,000 quails, 500 prairie chick- ens, 500 pheasants, and other game birds. WINTER PHOTOGRAPHY. What I might term real winter photo- graphs, those which we, near the middle coast states, are wont to take every winter with visions of harboring them up for the following dog days when even a look at a snow photograph helps to cool us off a trifle—real winter photographs have been so scarce that it has hardly been worth while this season to write about that particular branch of photography. But, do you know, that with the coming of March, some of the best landscape pictures of the year can be taken? In early spring, curiously enough, we get the best clouds in the skies and given a good cloud negative, even the poorest kind of a landscape picture takes on a new beauty and leaves the other picture, which may be ever so good in the foreground, but quite white, or bald-headed as it is called, in the sky part, far, far behind. Therefore, get out your camera at an early date, and try your skill at out-of-door scenes with a large pro- portion of sky, so that you can use the sky portion with other skyless negatives when necessary. Unless you use a ray-screen (one of those little yellow glass fittings that go over the front of the lens) you will find it difficult to get your foreground without over- exposing the sky part, or if you try only for the sky part, your foreground will be woefully undeveloped. There is a shutter now made called a sky-shade shutter, which can be set as desired, and gives the sky a rapid exposure, slowing down for the land- scape part. I have not had a chance to try it myself yet, but the idea is a good one. BOOKS FOR BEGINNERS. I am frequently asked what books I would recommend to the beginner, books that would give a thorough working knowledge of handling the camera, exposure, develop- ment, and the easier forms of printing. The number of books published make it rather hard for the beginner to choose, and the fact that supply dealers generally do not think it worth while to stock photographic books or periodicals of any kind makes the matter still more difficult. Dealers are very short- sighted in this respect, for if they could in any way assist the beginner to get better results he would not so soon become dis- couraged and would, in all probability, spend a greater part of his income in more supplies. For the very beginner, the man who has just bought a camera and really does not understand the least about it, | can recom- mend Clute’s A B C of Photography. This little book, which only costs 25 cents, is a thoroughly satisfactory introduction to ama- teur photography, is interestingly written, devoid of a lot of technical terms, concise and up-to-date. The Eastman Company pub- lish a very handsome book at a dollar which completely covers the ground of film work, with several articles on pictorial photography and other matters written by some of our more widely known amateurs. This, too, can be thoroughly recommended. Todd’s First and Second steps at 25 and 50 cents are good books, but not so good, in my opinion, as Clute’s. The earlier numbers of . the “Photo-Miniature,’ published at 25 cents each, are each devoted to one phase of pho- tography and possibly cover the ground better and more comprehensively than any- thing else. A full list of these little hand- books can be gotten from any dealer. The great mistake the beginner makes is in be- lieving that the photographic magazines, of which there are any number, are too ad- vanced for him. The beginner should sub- scribe to one or more of them. If he is in doubt which to choose, it is easy enough to obtain sample copies from the various pub- lishers and to compare them as to his re- quirements. FLOWER PHOTOGRAPHY. A reader asks us to give some advice re- garding the use of a filter for botanical work under a glass roof. We most certainly recommend the use of a little yellow screen for all flower work, but, of course, this should not be used, to get its best results, without orthochromatic plates. The increase of exposure necessitated by the use of a screen is hard to estimate, for the various kinds of liquid and single glass screens differ in depth of color and require varying expo- sures, and while our correspondent states the time of day at which he proposes to make the exposures, he does not give the time of year. We suggest that this correspondent invest in a Wynne meter. It is a slight ex- pense that will very soon pay for itself and pay also big dividends in the saving of spoilt plates and wasted time. Provided with a meter, the time of exposure can be most 274 accurately gauged and the increased exposure for the yellow screen can be ascertained at the time of purchase. This is better advice than quoting any given time here, which may and may not be correct. In photographing flowers, especially those with white blossoms and under a glass roof, it is often a good plan to stretch a screen of some thin colored tissue paper between the flowers and the source of the strongest light. A sheet of pink tissue will help won- derfully in bringing out the delicate half- tones of white flowers, for instance, and dif- ferent colors can be used as required. This paper screen is also excellent when work has to be done outdoors. ADVICE AS TO THE USE OF STOPS. Another question that I am _ frequently asked concerns the stop or diaphragm that ought to be used in taking any given sub- ject. Provided the lens is a modern anas- tigmat, I say, use the largest opening the lens will give. The beauty of a fine lens is that it will, with its largest aperture, give perfect definition to its very edges and at the same time allow of a very rapid exposure, but it must be remembered that this defini- tion only extends to a certain depth, and if any particular object which is deep is being photographed and perfect definition is re- quired from back to front the lens must be stopped down. The lens should then be focused on the centre of the object with the largest aperture and then stopped down until perfect definition is secured. Do not attempt to focus with the lens stopped down. A small aperture will give lots of sharpness, but all atmospheric quality and effect of dis- tance will be lost, and these are the greatest charms in landscape photography. BLISTERS ON BROMIDES. Do you ever get blisters on your bromide or gaslight prints? If so, it is largely due to your own carelessness. Too strong a fixing bath will often give blisters. The remedy is obvious. Amateurs are too fond of taking up a box of hypo or some com- pound fixing salts, and dumping the contents into their trays without knowing how much water they are using, and frequently the bath is away too strong. Again, few ama- teurs have a regular washing box for their prints. Generally the prints are thrown into a basin or tub and the water allowed to splash on them freely. This will often cause blisters. In warm weather the water, unless kept cool, will produce blisters. When blisters occur they should be pricked with a fine needle from the back of the paper and the air squeezed gently out. Do not prick the film. If they are small, they can be left to RECREATION themselves, as they will dry out, or they can be touched with a pad of cotton dipped in alcohol, which will help to reduce them. If the paper being used is apt to show blisters, the paper can be rubbed on the back, before development, with the pad of cotton and alcohol. SOME USEFUL MEMORANDA. Here are a few points which are well worth remembering: Keep your prints well separated when fix- ing and washing. Developer stains on bromide prints can be removed by a solution made up of hypo, one ounce; water, five ounces, and potassium ferricyanide, ten grains. To straighten a print out, pull it over the sharp edge of a table or desk drawer, face upwards, holding the ends firmly. Don’t hang your camel’s hair dusting brush up on a nail in your dark-room. You use it for removing dust from your plates, not to accumulate all the dirt that is floating around. If you keep a basin of water handy when you are developing with pyro, and dip your fingers in it every time you put them in the solution, you will not be so apt to stain your finger nails. WINNERS OF PRIZES. We have much pleasure in publishing the awards made by the judge of our Photo- graphic Contest, in the competition just closed: First prize, $25.0co—‘Spring-Time,” Mr. Jos. R. Iglick, Rochester, N. Y. Second prize, $10.00—“Michigan Sugar Bush,’ John A. Barton, Detroit, Michi Third prize, $5.00o—‘‘Bass Fishing at Long Beach,’ Chester M. Whitney, Bayonne, N. J. Consolation prizes, $1.00 each— Mis) =D: S) Wihitehorn: Hi. “Beeler Harry Bayliss. BeeSe Brown: Miss Florence [glick. Frances R. Ives. Leroy Harris. G. C. Embody. S. Hawthorne. C. H. Wagoner. Rannie Smith. E. Kelly. Fred Sheckler. J. A. Faber. Grace P. Willard. Sam Stevens. GOW? Fiske, jis: Ji S>. Leena “BLINKING,”’ BY W. B. TALLMAN, Of all the problems which confront a man in the field, the question of dealing with and curing a “blinker”’ requires the most careful consideration and delicate handling. Flush- ‘ing, false pointing, shot breaking, etc., are vices which, comparatively speaking, lie close to the surface, and may be remedied with an ordinary amount of care and good judgment ; but the fact that the causes of blinking lie far beneath the surface, demands that the breaker become intimately acquainted with every phase of his dog’s disposition and char- acter before he may hope to be rid of this most disagreeable fault. Generally speaking, a “blinker”’ is a dog which is bird shy, but there are so many different kinds of blinking that to any one who has had experience with them the term “bird shy” falls very short of the mark. A bad “blinker” is more crazy than shy. In fact, the form of blinking which is purely shyness is comparatively simple and easy to deal with. This most common form often develops in puppies during their first ex- perience on birds. A puppy may be full of ambition, hunt and point, and show no trace of timidity, but after he has been down an hour or so and found nothing and is a bit tired, let him run into the midst of a large covey, with birds whirring up on all sides of him, or work through a piece of woods with singles flushing wild from the dry leaves or tree tops to the tune of a fusillade of shots, and you have a “blinker”’ on your hands be- fore you know it. At first he may hold his point until the bird flushes and then turn tail and come to heel—his next point may be abandoned when he hears you stepping up to flush, the next—when he thinks you are com- ing, and, finally, unless checked, he will de- sert his points as fast as he makes them, and unless he is in sight all the time you may not find many coveys. In this sort of thing, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. In the first place, puppies should not be hunted long enough to get tired. Do not let them get stale, and their nerves will stand considerable excitement that might ruin them otherwise. In the second place, don’t try to kill too many birds over your puppies. Avoid snap shots at wildly flush- ing birds. If the birds are jumping in all directions and you see your puppy flinch at the sound of their wings, take him up. If the first signs appear when he points, the 275 YY ii (;) / Oi WNW, 4 y) ( Hf) as, yj Uf Y Uy) Wie fe if! sound of your voice may steady him, but if he returns to heel and refuses to go back to his point at command, you are confronted with the urgent necessity of understanding the dog with which you have to deal. For while one might take courage by your paying no attention to him, but going on and flush- ing the birds yourself, another may require you to at once lay aside your gun and coax him to the birds, giving him plenty of time, and all the encouragement possible when they flush. Gain the dog’s confidence and give him a little careful work on singles. Above all things, in cases of this kind, avoid all punishment when working on birds. It is very important that the puppy should con- nect no idea of physical suffering with the finding of the birds. It is partly for this reason that I prefer not to work another dog with a timid puppy. It may be absolutely necessary to punish the other dog, and that is apt to frighten the pup and add to his dis- gust of the “whole ailtiadtite The second form of blinking is hardly dis- tinguishable from the first, except that there is less shyness and more of a nervous dread. In some cases it is merely an advanced stage of the first form, and in others it crops out most. unexpectedly and the cause is very hard to find. The dog will sometimes, after being compelled to hold a point longer than usual, back off from the birds, seeming to relieve the strain on his nerves, and then creep up and resume a rigid point; or he may quit his point and circle the birds. (This trick is a not uncommon form of blinking, and is Often’ overlooked.) Again, he may wriggle away from his point, and rush back and forth from one side to the other, half circling his birds and refusing absolutely tu be still until the birds are flushed. He then shows no signs of fear or timidity, but to the contrary may be very ready to break shot and chase. These “blinkers” develop a great variety of tricks, each according to his in- dividual character. Some are purely tricky or playful, others wildly insane, and some, for want of a better term, I must call hys- terical. There can be no rule set down for the treatment of such cases, for it is simply a matter of treating each individual some- what as you would treat a man who per- sisted in making a fool of himself. If he is worth bothering with, study his case and all the symptoms carefully. Overcome that part of the trouble which may be due to timidity, and when it is merely a matter of trickery, 276 _ RECREATION administer punishment at just the right time; holding the dog up to jus birds by a sharp command, or w here his disposition will stand Tha judicious use of the whip. The worst forms of blinking are often de- veloped in aged dogs, and if not checked in the beginning, are well-nigh incurable. I remember well a case of a very “classy” set- ter which was well up to Field Trial form. He was fast, stylish and perfectly broken, and up to the time he was three years old had never shown any signs of game shyness or blinking. Right in the middle of one sea- son he commenced to false point, and we laid it to his nose—thought that nerhaps the scent being bad caused him to be over-cautious. But from false pointing and backing off he began to leave his legitimate points, and fin- ally we caught him casting off from the scent of birds. I have seen him hunt with great judgment and perseverance side-hills, sedge-field and stubble, and coming down wind with a rush, throw his head into the air as if going directly to game, only to crouch and streak off at right angles, quit that field, and go merrily to work to find an- other covey. Now this blinking was of the kind found in dogs of exceptionally high class. A wonderful combination of bone, muscle, brain and nerves. Muscles like iron, and nerves that govern them in great bursts of speed. A powerful and yet delicate mech- anism. It is not difficult to understand that such an animal may easily be ruined. In this particular case, the dog was in no sense shy, but was possessed of abundant courage. He was a brainy dog—one of the kind that can be taught almost | anything. A knowledge of his disposition decided the course of treat- ment, and he was literally driven back to his work. At the first sign of crouching (he had a peculiar way of dropping his head and hind-quarters, which seemed to throw his shoulder-blades unnaturally high) he would receive a sharp command to “Go on’; this only checked him a bit at first, but two or three commands generally held him up to the game long enough to give his handler an opportunity of getting to him with the whip, and then the modus operandi was not unlike that of driving a shying horse. A quick, positive order to stand up to his work, and a well-timed stroke of the whip would straighten him and take all the nonsense out of him. It was a hard battle and required much patience and some cross-country run- ning on the part of his handler. for if he came on game when out of reach of voice, that experience scored a point in favor of the vice and greatly weakened the force of previous lessons. If he had not been extremely game, of course, this treatment would have been a dismal failure; but on the other hand, a dog of more ordinary quality is not apt to develop that peculiar form of blinking. In the case of a “classy,” high-strung dog, with a disposition that won’t stand the whip, the problem is a still more difficult one. The principal thing to bear in mind is that you must keep your dog in sight as much as is possible without seriously restricting his range, and make him realize that you will not permit him to dodge the issue; whether you enforce your wishes by moral suasion or otherwise. Remember that the dog that begins by abandoning his points or circling the birds is liable to end by dodging the game altogether. WHAT IS A BEAGLE? Editor RECREATION : Please answer through your magazine: Is the beagle hound a separate and distinct breed of dog by itself, or is it a breed pro- duced from some others? If so, what are they and what is the difference between the beagle and the harrier? This information to settle a dispute. F. G. Bee, Columbus, Ohio. The beagle has been a recognized breed at least since the days of Queen Elizabeth. How it was originally produced we do not know; probably by crossing some species of hound with a terrier. The difference between the beagle and harrier is quite marked. The beagle is two or three inches lower at the shoulder, has a different shaped head, and is altogether a less powerful dog. The old-fashioned harrier is possibly nearly extinct, most of the Eng- lish packs of so-called harriers being simply dwarf fox hounds.—Epi1rTor. THE W. K. C. SHOW. The thirtieth show of the Westminster Kennel Club, which was held in Madison Square Garden, New York, on February 12, 13, 14 and 15, was certainly the biggest and grandest show ever held on this side of the Atlantic. In many classes even the largest of the English shows were eclipsed, and it is quite evident that dogs and dog shows are be- coming more popular each year in the United States! Ando thissis’ as it shoulds be) for it dog shows are not an unmixed blessing, yet their influence on the whole is for good. When, as result of inbreeding and false standards, a breed becomes weedy, delicate and lacking in intelligence, it does not take dog fanciers long to awaken to the true facts of the case, and then a reaction soon sets in. Mr. James Mortimer, the superintendent, and the various gentlemen who judged the classes of this show are deserving of the greatest credit for its magnificent success. Some of the smaller shows could learn a lot by following the methods adopted at Madison Square Garden last month. Al- though there were almost two thousand en- tries, the great hall was sweet and well ventilated to the end. The dogs were well benched, well fed, well cared for and well judged. < E — <> ae SAIN hoz 2i——— ee Zz A ‘ S———— e a SSS STRIPED BASS FISHING. BY J. FRANKLIN. A few words about striped bass fishing, which is the greatest sport of all salt-water angling; they were also caught in fresh water, such as the upper Hudson, Connecticut and Susquehanna Rivers and upper Chesapeake Bay. In years gone by before our local waters were polluted by oil and other refuse, striped bass were caught in goodly numbers around Hell Gate, where it was essential for one to have a guide to row the boat and to know the haunts of these gamy fish, as the fishing was done by trolling. I have been told that where the railroad docks are in Jersey City and Hoboken striped bass from one to five pounds were taken in great abundance. The Battery was also a well-known place for them, as the tides of the North and East Rivers coming together formed many strong eddies where striped bass could always be found if in the vicinity. Liberty Island was also a noted ground for them. At last these local waters got so polluted with oil and ref- use that the fish gradually departed or did not linger long enough for the angler to catch them. If an angler was fortunate enough to catch one the sumptuous meal he reckoned upon was spoiled by the taste of oil, which has tainted the waters. I have taken striped bass on the Hudson as far up as New- burgh. Along the Connecticut shores are very good places, especially Stamford; here one needs a guide, unless he is thoroughly ac- quainted with the waters, for to fish for striped bass outside of their haunts is like looking for a needle in a haystack. There are also good places along the north shore of Long Island, also the south shore, which I will come to later. In each of these places before one begins to fish for striped bass I would advise him to learn what bait is used and what are the best tides; for in one place they only fish high water, while in another last of the flood and first of the ebb. In go- ing to a strange place to fish I always try to have an extra day which I put on the first of my trip, so if possible to learn all I can about this particular place; for instance, the first time I went to Montauk Point, Long Island, which is at the extreme easterly end, [ stopped at the Dickerson House, which is about four or five miles from the depot, and from there to the extreme end of the island FISHING MDA “fod mel VLA =al\y } . ; tt rt) s . : | = DZ the bank is thirty to sixty feet above the water. At high water I have seen the seas break against the bank. Well, I asked Mr. Dickerson where the best place was to catch striped bass or the king of our local waters, and he told me just the place, about three miles east of his house, very easy to find; if I would just stop at a cottage that was situ- ated between two small lakes, the gentleman there would show me. As I approached the cottage I saw a jolly good fellow, who said “Why, certainly,’ and we footed it about half a mile further eastward, and he said, “There you are, but sorry to say the tide is not right; if you can, be here to-morrow morning about eight o'clock, two hours before high water. You can have about four hours’ fishing.” It is needless to say I was there, as well as the friend I had made the day before; and as I was not acquainted with the waters, I placed myself in his charge and did as I was told. He told me to use the largest hook I had. As luck would have it I had just the hook; he used 10.0 hand-made Harrison. I filled the hook and some distance upon the leader with white worms. I judge I put on twelve or fifteen; then cast as far seaward as pos- sible, about two hundred feet. We _ had fished fully one hour, and no striped bass. I cleaned my hook and leader and put on a new supply of bait. This time I made an extra long cast, and before I had taken up my slack the rod was ’most taken from my hands by the strike I got. He called, “You have got him!” I well knew it, for my friend on the hook end of the line was no land lub- ber; he was anxious to go as far out to sea as possible, and I was just as anxious he 277 should; so on he went, taking out about four hundred feet of six-thread line. I could not put much strain on my fish, as I always use light tackle, that is, the line and rod. Well, after about twenty-five minutes of fun I suc- ceeded in landing a beautiful striped bass weighing twenty-eight pounds. My friend got two smaller ones, twelve and eighteen pounds. The next day was banner day; we caught fifteen as pretty striped bass as one would wish to look at. Our fun commenced with our first cast, and continued for three hours. I should say we lost as many as we caught, for it is very difficult to fish at Mon- tauk; you are standing on a very rocky beach, and you can see those large rocks projecting from the water two or three hun- 278 dred feet out, and as a rule if your fish goes around one your line will be cut, as they are full of barnacles. Our fish weighed fourteen to thirty-seven pounds. I did not get the largest, but I had a very nice one that weighed thirty-one and a half pounds. The next two days we had a southeast storm, so I left for home. I go to Montauk every summer about the Ioth of August, and remain three or four weeks. To those going down I would advise to take in August and get the full moon tides, which I find the best. Trolling along the Connecticut you will find the dark moon a very favorable time. The largest striped bass caught at Montauk with rod and reel, I believe, was fifty-six pounds. Narragansett holds the record for striped bass—ninety-seven pounds. Next we will take a trip to Port De Posit, Md., on the Susquehanna River. Until a few years ago striped bass, or rock fish, as they call them south, was unknown to the angler, but was always noted for black bass. Now Port De Posit is noted for its striped bass fishing, although it be fresh water. These fish, in early spring, go up the Susquehanna River to spawn and after spawning return to the Chesapeake Bay. The river is very shal- low and rocky, has a very swift current, which makes it difficult to row a boat, and if one is not acquainted it is useless for him to try it; so we always telegraph ahead for a guide, who takes you out between three and five o'clock in the morning. These guides cost from three to five dollars a day. After rowing you about an hour you come to a basin which lies to one side. These basins are from two hundred to five hundred feet long and one hundred and fifty feet wide. Here you use a light rod seven and a half feet long, 2.0 reel and light line; you always want a reel that will hold six hun- dred feet of line. Attach your line to a very small swivel; to other end of swivel at- tach three-foot leader not over three strands, to which attach a 6.0 O’Shaughnessy hook with small spoon attached to upper end of hook. They are called the Susquehanna trolling hook; all large dealers have them. Put on three or four nice bloodworms and allow your line to run out about one hun- dred feet, if possible one hundred and fifty feet; for the farther your hook is away from the boat the better. If your guide is a good one, you do not need any sinker, for he will only row fast enough to keep your hook about twelve or fifteen inches below the sur- face; if he is a fast rower put on about one- fourth ounce sinker. If you do not strike them in one basin move on to the next, and so on until you find the striped bass, and once you find him your fun has commenced. It is the greatest sport on earth to catch striped bass from a boat, and if you have never tried it take in Port De Posit this com- select the proper places. RECK EATON ing season and see if I am not right. Why, I caught one that weighed nineteen pounds, and I was sure he would pull me out of the boat; but after thirty minutes of great fun and anxiety I succeeded in landing him. My guide said it was one of the largest he had ever seen taken, and he had less trouble, for at that time the guides had to handle the fish by rowing their boat; the anglers, as a rule, had only black bass tackle. All I wanted him to do was to hold the boat and I could then handle tthe fish just as if I were on the shore. The largest catch of striped bass I ever heard of was on the Susquehanna River, about ten or twelve years ago, when two anglers caught in three days one hundred and sixty-one fish weighing over one thousand pounds. Before going to Port De Posit it is advisable to write and find out the conditions of the water, that is, if the river is clear; if so, go down and you will have plenty of sport. Along the New Jersey coast is one grand place for surf fishing, especially in the neigh- borhood of Asbury Park, where they take bass weighing from one and a half pounds to forty-eight pounds. At Asbury Park there is a large fishing club named after the place; it has about 130 members, and the majority can be seen at different times from May to No- vember angling for striped bass. It was here that I did my first angling, and I have been rewarded by many a fine bass. The seasons of 1900 and 1901 were record-breakers, espe- cially 1901. Why, a twelve or fifteen-pound bass was looked upon as small fry. Every- body was getting bass that would weigh from eighteen to forty pounds. Just think of it, on June 19 or 20, 1901, there were taken some thirty fish that weighed over fifteen pounds. Those two years have a historical record with the anglers. I might note why I think the bass were so numerous those two years. The beach as far out as 200 feet was just covered with young skimmers or sea clams, and these the anglers used as bait, which they picked up on the beach as they wanted them. As a rule we use bloodworms in early sea- son up to July 15 and after that sheddar crabs; but we always use the small skimmers when we can get them, no matter if it is the spring or fall run. One thing is necessary when fishing from the beach, and that is to It is a good idea to walk along the beach at low tide and note the holes and see if they have a lead out to the bar. A lead is a channel leading out in the ocean; it is through these leads that the bass come in to feed along the beach. Never fish in the centre of the hole, but along the edges where the water runs off the flat; here you will see eddies and in these eddies make your cast. It is hard to say whether it is the long or medium caster that gets the largest and most fish. I have seen all the fish taken on long casts and another time seventy-five edie (OM OUG I su reten A feet or even less was sufficient. One must fish all the water his time will allow him. - In fishing the surf always put on a large amount of bait. Now, I will say a few words about tackle. Let us select a rod first. The old-style joint- ed rod is very little used by striped bass ang- lers, as the ferrule is liable to be bent; also, the edges of the ferrule acts as a knife blade, and if a hheavy strain is put on it, it is liable to break at this point, so we have laid that style rod away, and adopted a one-piece rod as we Call it; the tip is from five feet seven inches to six feet long, with two sets of agate guides, one set on each side of rod; the first set is ten or eleven inches from the tip, which should be German silver with an agate in the end, and the other set about two feet from the first; then on the butt-end have a fer- rule and dowel, and this fits in a reel seat which is mounted on a butt eighteen to thirty inches long. I prefer a butt about twenty- two inches long; it can be handled easier. Always have your salt-water rods mounted in German silver, as the mountings can be cleaned and appear as good as new. Nickel mountings soon lose their lustre and nickel. A hand-made split bamboo is the best, and very expensive, so we as a rule use Green- heart or Bethabara, never Lancewood; and the time is coming when Greenheart and Bethabara will be of little use, for it is get- ting poorer and poorer each year. I suppose by that time the hand-made split bamboo will be in the reach of all. As to the reel, never use any reel but one made of hard rubber and German silver. 2.0 reel will do, but get a 30 if possible; it is well worth the differ- ence in expense, and holds half again. as much line, and as we always break off some line after fishing you - still have a good amount on your reel, and always get a first-class reel. Edward Vom Hofe and his brother, Julius Vom Hofe, make the best reels in the market. As to the line, you want the best that money can purchase; all linen eighteen-thread special is the most universally used line, as it is strong, light and durable. Always get a 600-foot line. re The leaders should be five-ply best gut twenty-four inches long. There are a number of hooks, but I pre- fer the O’Shaughnessy hand-forged, which should be looped with gut five-ply, and have the loop about five or six inches long. Use a treble swivel, and a three or four Ounce pyramid lead for casting from the beach. Trusting this will be interesting as well as beneficial to RECREATION readers, I await the time for striped bass fishing to commence again. 279 IN THE SUGAR MONTH OF MARCH, BY CAROLYN B. LYMAN, When the sun shines warm at noon time, When the snow banks melt away Into tiny lakes and puddles, And the eaves drip all the day— Then I feel a sort of fever, One that seems someway to bring All the spirit of the forest, All the waking of the spring. When we scalded out the buckets, When we used to scour the pan, Hoop the barrel and make ready When the sugaring began. Then we hung the wooden buckets, And we builded up the arch, When the sap was sweet and flowing In the sugar month of March. When the pigeons flew above us Like a cloud with many wings— When from bogs we heard the croaking Where the bullfrog early sings— Have you heard the fire’s soft sputter When the logs were green and wet! Have you seen those flames like devils Leap and laugh—’tis great—you bet! Did you ever through the darkness See the will-o’-wisp—afar— See that light so weird—and wavering— When the sky held not a star? Scott! you should have seen us hustle, Leastways when we had a run— Boiling nights, and even Sundays, Though ’twas then we had the fun. All the boys about would gather— Smoke until the air was blue, And we had a feast most royal When they brought a fowl or two. Mother’s mince pies, plump with raisins, Twisted doughtnuts fresh and brown, Now and then a sip of cider— Beat the swellest meal in town. And the amber-colored syrup— Ah, again, what do you say? Did we scrape the pan, well, really, Guess you’d thought it looked that way! ’Tis the syrup that’s left clinging, Which is sweetest of the sweet— Whittle out a wooden paddle— Try it once—it can’t be beat. Yes, I feel it in the sunshine! And it seems someway to bring Back the spirit of the forest With the waking of the spring. LIKE ROBINSON CRUSOE, BY DAN BEARD. “Voyages of the Discovery,” by Capt. Re Scott, R. N., are two. splendid vol- umes publ ished by Scribners and we con- gratulate the author, the publisher and the public on the production of these books of real old-fashioned adventure and _ achieve- ment. Captain Scott of the Royal Navy should by all rights be an American; he talks like one and acts like one. There is nothing stilted, formal or egotistical in his account, and the story 1s told in a bright, breezy manner with a boyish enthusiasm which makes it as intensely interesting as Robin Crusoe, or Swiss Family Robinson. And this without in any manner detracting from its great scientific and scholarly value. Then there is a charming exhibition of a real love and appreciation when he speaks of the dogs, seals and those most comical and interesting birds, the penguins. While the trip was not devoid of great suffering, and even tragedy, the explorers had plenty of real fun learning to use their Norwegian snow shoes, coasting down snow banks, and even playing football on the sur- face of that great ice flat barrier, peculiar to the Antarctic Ocean, of which we have heard so much, and the impression left on one’s mind after reading the account of the strenu- ous life is that of a strong desire to per- sonally visit that dreary country and see the strange creatures which inhabit the south polar regions. Not since the time when as a small boy we pored over the voyages of Captain Cook have we been so pleased with a book, and even now, with the half century mile-post in sight, Captain Scott has inspired in us a burning desire to traverse the sastrugi (wind waves) of snow, watch the gulls devour frozen seals, frolic with the pompous pen- guins and feel the thrill only to be obtained by making the first foot tracks in the snows of eternity! One can appreciate the joy of the Discovery’s biologist as he raked the mud and slime, dumped from the dredge, with his fingers in search of the strange marine forms which possibly no human eyes ever before beheld.. But this account, like that of the old Amer- ican travelers, surprises us, and we wonder how it is that only tenderfeet undertake such voyages. The Discovery’s men did not know how to pack or use a sled, to walk on their 280 = SASS eS Sitges skis, to build a camp fire, or even to cook their food, although they afterward became experts. In almost all the early American travelers’ accounts we are struck with the fact that they simply blundered along through the wil- derness, unaided by the simplest rudiment- ary knowledge of woodcraft. They were fre- quently caught by the savages and even fast- ened by their necks to the post to be tor- tured to death, but through some more blundering escaped. Once when making a trip on an eighty- four foot schooner, with a landlubber crew of rank amateurs, we put in to Tarpaulin Cove in a storm and were boarded by an old salt. “Sailing yer own craft?” inquired the man of the sea. “Thought so; the good Lord al’ays looks after drunkards, fools and amateur sailors,’ and we believe He does. But this must not be taken to mean that Cap- tain Scott is a landlubber in any sense of the word; in fact, had he been, he might never have reached the frozen south, but once there he would probably have known how to make camp, pack a sled and use snow shoes, unless, indeed, he was one of those unfortunates who are both tenderfoot and landlubber and whose place is on a high stool in an office or behind a dry goods counter. One -ex- perienced packer like RECREATION’S | staff artist, Belmore Browne, would have saved the Discovery people much hardship, and one Swiss guide like those at Glacier would have prevented an awful tragedy. Such books as the “Voyage of the Dis- covery,’ however, will send the red blood tingling through the veins of any reader who can appreciate adventure and achieve- ment. Speaking of the blundering American ex- plorers and their unpreparedness for their journeys, we must make an exception of Evans, who started in midwinter in 1818 and walked from the Atlantic to and all over the far West, he himself describes his costume in the following words: “Mine was a close dress, consisting of buf- falo skins on my shoulders, over epaulettes made of the long hair of the animal, and they were for the purpose of shielding the shoul- ders from rain. Around my neck and under one arm was strapped a double leather case, with brass chargers for shot and ball; and under the other AGM a) Case: wtok powder, strapped in the same way, and also having THE REFERENDUM a ‘brass charger. Around my waist was a belt with a brace of pistols, a dirk, two side cases for pistol balls, a case for moulds and screw. Also around the waist was buckled an Indian apron, which fell behind; it was about eighteen inches square, covered with fine bearskin and trimmed with fur and having over the lower part of it a net for game. This apron contained a pocket com- pass, maps, journal, shaving materials, a small hatchet, patent fire works; my cap and gloves were made of fur, my moccasins were of deerskin, and on my shoulder I carried a six-foot rifle. The partners of my toil and danger were two faithful dogs.” Fvans, on his pedestrian tour, was met with jeers and ridicule simply because he had the common sense to wear clothes suited to the climate and the conditions of the weather. And even Ruben Gold Thwaite, the ‘historian, looks with amusement upon Evans’ costume, but the outdoor men read- ers of RECREATION magazine will all appre- ciate the fact that Evans was not a freak but knew what he was about when he traveled through the northern wilderness in midwin- ter and dressed as a sensible man should who must sleep out of doors in the snow by night and fight the blizzards by day, which, thanks to his foresight, he did with success. Of course, if Evans had lived to-day he would have waited until summer time, then taken a motor boat and gone by water. THE ARCTIC OWL. Editor RECREATION : In Recreation for January you mention _ the fact of the unusual flight of Arctic owls along the Atlantic coast. The same thing extends as far west as Illinois, at least, and this winter a large number have been cap- tured near Chicago. The afternoon of Janu- ary 12, while playing golf, I saw an Arctic owl flying south, and this was well with- in the city limits, on the golf links of Jack- bone ark, Chicago. C. L, Dewey, Frield Col, Mo. CROOKED-LEG DICK. BY I. NEWTON GREENE. As I look back upon that field-trial it was by far the proudest day of my life. I am a Llewellin setter, three years old. I was one of a litter of eight puppies—five brothers and three sisters—all perfect specimens of blooded parents, all but myself. In some way and for some unaccountable reason Nature brought me into this world with a crooked foreleg; otherwise I was as likely a dog as ever scampered about a kennel, or worried unappreciative neighbor folk with my sharp puppy voice. The full realization of my phys- ical imperfection was thrust home upon me very early in life. My master—a splendid fellow, and all wrapped up in his kennels— 281 exhibited us one day to several prospective purchasers who went daft over my brothers and sister, checking off their points of ex- cellence without finding a single blemish which might score to the discredit of our brilliant parents. I was the last to come up for inspection, and noticed, though with a feeling of incomprehension, that my good master’s brows were drawn together in a manner I had never before seen them as he lifted me to the top of a high box, where my brothers and sisters were shown. “Pretty likely pup,’ remarked one of the sportsmen; “he’s well marked.” “Well marked, yes,” replied his friend, who had ‘been looking me over critically, “but as a field dog his usefulness stops right there. He has a crooked left foreleg which puts him out of the running.” They said other things about me—mostly complimentary, I believe—but all I heard ringing in my ears was: “As a field dog his usefulness stops right there. He has a crooked left foreleg, which puts him out of the run- ning.” I looked down, and a wave of shame swept over me as I noticed for the first time that the leg in question lacked the symmetry sO pronounced in my brothers and sisters. As my master gently lifted me to the ground I heard him sigh, and, as they walked away, one of his friends said: “Too bad, and a dog puppy at that. If it had been one of his sisters it wouldn’t have mattered so much.” I stuck my tail between my hind legs and slunk away, ashamed, to a far corner of the kennels. As I now recall that unhappy day ~ I think I went to bed without eating any supper. There was a big lump in my throat which would not let me swallow. The next month formed an eventful period in our kennels. Every few days some man came to see my master, and, after placing something that jingled in his hand, would walk away with one of my brothers or sis- ters. At last they were all gone but me, and I was desperately lonesome for a while; but I could fathom the reason, even in my puppy mind, why I remained, for there was no for- getting those fateful words about my de- formity. I entertained a feeling that I owed my master a great deal for the shame I brought him, and the fact that he lost con- siderable money because he couldn’t sell me, so-I did everything in my power to please him. I soon learned to retrieve his slippers every night, to go abroad with him and walk sedately at heel, paying not the slightest at- tention to other dogs, who endeavored to coax me away. I also loved to hang ’round the gun room when my master cleaned his Greener. And maybe you don’t think I was supremely happy one day when he stopped with a wiping-rod jammed half way into a gun barrel and said more to himself than to me: 282 “You're a companionable old chap, Dick. I believe there is stuff in you for a field-trial winner even if you have a crooked foreleg, and I mean to give you a run for the money, old boy.” I didn’t mind it one bit when he mentioned my deformity, for his tone was all kindness— something which even a Llewellin setter puppy appreciates—and what he said about giving me a chance in the field-trials sent me into an ecstacy of delight. Busy days followed my master’s staid de- termination to try me out. We took long, happy rambles afield, where he put me through a course of sporting sprouts—work- ing the stubble for bird sign, pointing and flushing game—and I proved an apt pupil, if- I do say it myself. I forgot all about my bad leg, and I verily believe my master did, too— at least while teaching me the rules of the game. This happy life took up the summer months. When early autumn came close at hand, and we were returning one day from an unsually successful day with the birds, my master stopped suddenly. “Dick!” he exclaimed, slapping me on the back in a manner I had grown accustomed to expect during my later lessons, “Dick, old dog, I’ve taught you all there is to learn, and you have taken to it like a true son of Sweep- stakes and Lady J., which you certainly are. We'll go down-Sound to the trials next -week, and I'll bet a hundred-dollar Greener against a measly box of shells that you receive an honorable mention if nothing more. You'll get tangled up with some fast company down on the flats—best in the Northwest—and some of your smart brothers and sisters will be lined up against you, and you’ve got a half- way bum leg; but I’m backing you to make good; will you do it?” I closed my jaws with a snap, and I guess my master knew without me telling him in so many words that I would do my best to repay him for his kindness and instruction; then I wanted to show that bunch of skep- tical sportsmen who passed me up as im- possible as a field-trial candidate that blood will tell in a dog just as it does in a man, crooked leg or no. One week later, while going down Puget Sound by steamer to La Conner, where the trials are always held, I didn’t feel a bit nervous among the sportsmen and dogs, nor did I experience any feeling of shame con- cerning my leg, though several times’ I caught the other dogs looking at it and grin- ning. At another time, perhaps, I should not have passed this insult by without a reckoning with the offenders, but just now I had something else to think of, and I knew the least excitement might spoil a dog’s chances in a closely contested trial, such as my master told me the La Connor meeting would be. Arriving at our destination I met a couple of my brothers and sisters, who were glad to see me, but who expressed RECREATION a belief that my master acted foolishly in bringing a crooked-legged dog to compete in sO important an event. This remark hurt me more than I can tell you, for it came from members of my own family whom I loved, and you know that such things sink . deeper in the heart than when they come from outsiders. Then I met the party of men who prophesied my uselessness two long years before. I recognized their faces and voices; how could I forget either? They laughed good-humoredly at my master, refer- ring to me as “a 40-to-1 shot.” My master smiled, telling them it was a trifle too early in the game to take snap-shot judgment on any dog. Early in the morning following our ar- rival the party lost no time in ransacking the little town for rigs to take us to the flats. A glorious drive it was, too, and even in the excited expectancy of my coming or- deal I thoroughly enjoyed those two long miles through autumnal colorings of scarlet, yellow, green and brown, all merged in ka- leidoscopic beauty, drawing away on each side of the trail in vast flat reaches, and I gladly filled my lungs with invigorating salt air, which blew from the northwest. To tell the solemn truth, I quite and entirely forgot the field-trials while reveling in this nature enjoyment, only being brought back to my senses when our buckboard stopped and my master hitched his horses to the post of a tall rail fence. I shall not attempt to describe the Derby or the Subscription Stakes. I was in the All-Age event, and previous sights at that field-trial were dissipated in my memory by subsequent happenings and preparations for my début. My master was the personifica- tion of kindness. He washed out my mouth and carefully rubbed my muscles, causing me to feel generally good. As thanks for this attention I could only lick his hands and wag my tail, but I guess he understood my appreciation. — “Tt’s even worse than I anticipated, Dick, old dog,” he said. “The talent of the North- west is entered in your class to-day. There’s Lady Betty, twice an all-age winner; Gen- tleman Jim, who captured the championship last year; Policy Queen, a whirlwind when it comes to fast, rangy work; Idlewild, Jenny, Bozeman, Gilt-Edge and Dashwood, all corkers. Then there are your two broth- ers and one of your sisters. You're up against a hard game, old doggie, but I’m not trying to hedge my bets on you.” The way our names were drawn from the hat the night before put me at the end with Gentleman Jim. I felt glad to go against this chap, for his last year’s victory in the all-age class left him so cocky that he struck me as being altogether insufferable. Pair at a time the other dogs started to work, and one by one the judge culled them —my brothers and sister being among the THE REFERENDUM unfortunates. I heard a man say the judge was making a pretty stiff trial of it, and that the winning dog must show exceptional points to make good. Whether it was my youth, my ego, or love for my master which held me steady I can’t say, but I felt like a veteran. And then my own name was called. A professional trainer handled Gentleman Jim, but it was my dear master’s hand which held me in leash and cast me loose at the word. My contemporary appeared possessed of a preconceived notion that in me he had an unworthy opponent—he was one of the ill-mannered dogs to laugh at my leg—and took his time getting away. By the memory of my blood sire and dam, I never knew what life was until the snaffle clicked and I found myself free! My blood ran through me giddily. I felt that I could run ’round the earth in four minutes, or clear those distant snow-capped mountain peaks at a bound! There is only one time in the life of a field-trial dog when he experiences that feeling. Once, when within visionary range, I sized up Gentleman Jim, concluding that he ran very ordinarily. Again, after pottering about considerably, he turned in to his handler. As for myself I worked hard, though for a time to no avail. Just at the time I began to conclude there were no birds in the vi- cinity strong sign struck my nostrils, but in the anxiety of the moment I made an ex- cusable flush. This incident only served to spur me on to retrieve myself, and away I went on a good, though unproductive, cast. When we were called in my master threw his arms about me, tickled nearly to death, saying that the judge had carried me over into the second series because honors were pretty evenly divided. I squinted out of one corner of my eye at those sportsmen who poked fun at me when a puppy, having the exquisite pleasure of seeing them openly surprised. When released for the second series I felt positive it would prove the final trial— would determine Gentleman Jim’s superi- ority or mine. I could see from the way he pulled himself together that he, too, thought the supreme moment was at hand, though in his cocky mind there was no uncertainty as to where the superiority would rest. Gentleman Jim started away strong, with a showy ranging and stylish way. I didn’t see him again for some time, nor did I give him a passing thought, because I settled down to work for my master’s reputation and for the honor of the kennels of Lle- wellin. I was doing some fast, wide ranging go- ing down-wind when all at once J caught a strong scent which halted and petrified me. I tingled all over with excitement; my neck distended in a rigid streak; my tail shot up straight and stiff as a lightning rod, and 283 each bristle on my back seemed an electric needle. I knew I was pointing a bevy find! O, the glory of that moment! The pride, the fullness of it! Again and again waves of intense'emotion charged back and forth through my body! O, those heavenly vi- brations! My muscles became swollen into hard knots; I felt alive with a great vitality capable of generating more than enough energy to set all dogdom quivering as | quivered! Some little distance dead ahead was Gentleman Jim, who clearly saw imy point, but neglected to back me, showing, by his refusal to honor my point, a jealousy un- worthy of his English ancestry. I may have stood there an hour, an age, a second. I was oblivious to time, ignorant of the ap- proaching handlers and my beloved master. until, as they pressed too close, the covey arose with a great whirring of wings and I was forced to relax my blissful vigil. I scored two more singles and another bevy point. In this last find Gentleman Jim committed an unpardonable offense. He was working quite near me when I settled into point, and, with a low, currish growl of jealousy, he rushed in and flushed my find. But what need of further details? I won the championship of the All-Age stake, won it hands down, the men told me, from that cocky dog, Gentleman Jim, who, by his sulk- ing when he heard the judge’s decision, fur- ther belied his name. It makes me ‘smile even at this late day when I recall how my brothers and sisters and some of those im- polite dogs fawned on me, saying they al- ways knew I possessed the points of a field- trial winner. But I was perfectly happy and proud when my master clapped me on the back and said: “T knew vou’d make good, old man!” ECHOES, BY CHARLES HENRY CHESLEY. The hills reverberate each loud heigh-ho; Miiew tant -woodsmcalli back with spirit voice; Dawn ushers in some song of joy, and lo! The twilight echoes say: “Rejoice, re- joice.” Lilt of the nightingale in yon deep fen, Boom of the heron in the meadow-land, Low warble in the hawthorn where the wren Hath hid her nest secure from prying hand. Heart-beats of welcome from a thousand hills, The thunder-peal along the mountain dome, Sweet murmurings among the crystal rills And all one voice re-echoing: “Come home.” “Twixt You and Me The progressive and enterprising Savage Arms ‘Company, ot) Utica, N/ Youhaverput out a new single shot, to be known as Model 1905, style ac» This ‘little rifle has a straight shotgun butt, 14 inches in length; adjust- able rear and metal bead front sights, as used on the 1903 model Savage repeater. The length of the barrel is 22 inches, and the weapon weighs about 4 pounds 12 ounces. The list price is $6.50. The Hunter Arms Company, of Fulton, N. Y., write as follows: “The L. C. Smith was the only gun award- ed the gold medal by both the expert and superior juries at the Lewis and Clark Ex- position, and the Hunter Arms Company has a good reason to feel proud of this award, as the expert jury was composed of gentlemen of wide experience, both prac- tical and theoretical. For instance, Major Hittinger is a government official and has charge of the testing of government guns. Senator R. D. Inman has been an enthusias- tic sportsman ever since he was a boy, and is at present the owner of both Parker and Scott guns. Capt. Meyers has been familiar with guns for years and is thoroughly con- versant with gun mechanism and shooting in general.’ Ihe gold medal awarded was on the mechanical construction and simplicity of the Smith gun, as well as the Hunter One-Trigger. — The Detroit Boat Company, well known manufacturers of high grade pleasure craft, have purchased the property recently given up by the Oldsmobile Company in Detroit, Mich. It comprises four acres of floor space, and there is no doubt that the canoe and launch display of this company will be larger than that of any similar concern. The De- troit Boat Company’s launches vary from 16 to 30 feet in length, there being many different models. The canoe department is especially strong, the models including cedar double plank and two-ply canoes and also cedar canoes covered with canvas. A most artistic book showing the famous “Dowagiac” casting and trolling baits and their peculiar blended colors is being dis- tributed this year by James Heddon & Son, of Dowagiac, Mich., whose advertisement appears in this issue. The color plate, which must have cost many hundreds of dollars, is simply perfect, and the excellent work- manship of the “Dowagiac” bait is repro- duced exactly by the printer. Every sports- man will be interested in this exceptional booklet. The Rochester Gas Engine Company, of Rochester, N. Y., builders of a very full line of gasoline engines, have appointed Mr. T. P. Bushnell their agent in New York. His address will be 114 East Twenty-eighth street, and he will carry a full line of this company’s engines. One of the most suc- cessful 25-footers of last season was the “Durno,” owned by Mr. John H. Durno of Rochester, N. Y. She was built and equipped by the Rochester Gas Engine Company, and although only rated at 7 h. p., regularly developed 9 h. p. It will be remembered that on September 23d last the ‘“Durno” won three straights against such competitors as Colonia, Simplex, Rosebud and Vici. The J. Stevens Arms and Tool Company, of Chicopee Falls, Mass., have brought out a new gallery rifle known as No. 80. It contains many new and novel features, the action is of the bolt type. The breech block raises the bolt lever, and then forces it back- ward, extracting and ejecting the empty shell, the forward motion forcing a fresh cartridge into the barrel. When closed the case pre- sents a solid top, and it is impossible to dis- charge this rifle until the action is locked. The barrel may be cleaned by drawing the rod through without taking it apart. It takes the .22 short rim fire, the magazine holding 16 cartridges. The sights are the bead front and sporting rear. The stock is of walnut, the trigger guard blued, and the butt plate aluminum. This rifle has a 24-in. heavy solid gallery ‘barrel and is not a toy. It lists at $12.00, but will not be on sale until July 1. Heretofore it has been difficult to obtain a gun suitable for a boy or girl without having it made to special order, and at great expense. Every sportsman who has chil- dren, or a wife who would like to join him on his hunts, and every boy or girl who would like to own a real, practical shotgun one especially suited to wing-shooting, will be interested to know that such a gun can at last be had, and cheap too. The new Model 1905 26-gauge and the .44 caliber shotguns made by the Harrington & Richard- son Arms Company, Worcester, Mass., are now in every sense of the word being made on modern sporting lines. They are not small-bore guns on large frames, nor rifles bored smooth for shot. They are nicely proportioned and accurately balanced, at- tractive and symmetrical. They are espe- cially well adapted for taxidermists’ or col- lectors’ use. The 28-gauge weighs only 4 pounds, and the .44 caliber weighs 434 pounds. My 7) Ds ed < bs] = fa = © faa [oy Lu} es) < a taka = < SQQ’AN SO YM IMMQ . NG \ N WA SSS meee hk LAY Tl oO N’ S$ food CHOCOLATE in con If you cannot get to the fection 99 Ss wonder ) ww a ie) oO 12) G oO | you can yet have the world’ PE TER’S 'siisstmk b) ‘We send you our best in PETER’ world’s wonderland iS) There’ rich, full- ined with pure chocolate as only The proof is in the eating ., Sole Importers, 78 Hudson Street, NEW YORK. in one luscious combination as It has the smooth, it. it. hocolate as the Alps are from foot-hills. blends ’ ing c yet the tongue can tell the taste, ibing . t from ordinary eat istinc (for eating) has furnished a delicacy and a food cream flavor which Swiss milk gives when comb D. 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A perfect trap gun, having every advantage of the single barrel. You sight over the center of your load—not off —A_ at one side. You are not breaking your birds with the right side of your left barrel load and > the left side of your right barrel load. You center the bird every time. This, and every other /Zzrdéz, has the unique solid top and side ejector features, which guarantee safety and prevent the ejected shell from flying in your face. The Mardi Breechbolt keeps out water, =" twics, leaves or sand. The shells are always dry and your /Zezevéz in service. No other gun has this feature. WRITE TO-DAY for our new Catalogue, containing a complete description of this splendid gun. Sent free for 6c postage with our Experience Book, consisting of hundreds of stirring stories of MZarfz prowess. 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It measures 3534 inches over all and weighs about 5 pounds; has a handsome straight grip stock 127% inches long, with a drop at comb of 15% inches, and at heel 23% inches, finished with a rubber butt plate. The magazine holds 15 cartridges. Model 1906 rifles can be furnished only according to the above specifica- tions. We recommend the use of Winchester .22 Caliber Short Smokeless, Greaseless, or Winchester .22 Short black powder cartridges in this rifle. The Winchester Supplemental Chamber FOR THE USE OF PISTON CART- RIDGES IN HIGH POWER RIFLES. NE SS Made for .30 Winchester, .30 Army, .303 Savage, .303 British, .32 Winchester Special, 32-40. .35 Winchester and .405 Winchester caliber Rifles. FREE: SEND FOR CIRCULARS DESCRIBING THESE NEW GOODS. WINCHESTER REPEATING ARMS (O., New Haven, Conn. When corresponding with advertisers please mention “Recreation” R E C R E AOD FOUN Gy eA eee ee ee o Yay to get relief from attacks. 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Not the least of these was to use the weapon at all as it frequently exploded. The Man with a Smith & Wesson is half victorious before trouble starts. Even an o/d SMITH & WESSON is more sure than a new ordinary revolver. Time does not impair our perfect materials and perfect workmanship, tested with the realization that life depends upon thoroughness of construction. The SMITH & WESSON .32 and .38 5 shot Hammerless safety re- volvers are made with automatic shell extractor, rebounding lock and patent safety attachment. They are especially valuable because they cannot be exploded un- less the safety lever is Pressed naturally as the trigger is pulled and the two parts actin unison. They are about % oz. heavier than the double action models of the same caliber—and are one of our handsomest and most reliable models. Over 250,000 of these hammerless safety revolvers have been sold—without one single reported accident. The Bicycle revolver (.32 caliber) has every advantage of our safety hammerless revolver, and is especially light and convenient. ALL SMITH & Our new booklet ‘ The Revolver”’ WESSON Revolvers illustrates and describes each model have this Monogram in detail and gives instructions for trade-mark stamped Target Shooting by an expert. The on the frame. None most interesting revolver catalogue others are genuine. published. Free on request. The Development of the SMITH & WESSON Revolver. SMITH & WESSON Watch for next month’s picture The 15 Stockbridge Street, = Springfield, Mass. Man With The Percussion Lock. . : Pacific Coast Branch—114 Second St., San Francisco A Combination that Can’t be Beat— after the most exhaustive tests of the One Trigger theory, we have adopted the Hunter One Trigger on the L. C. SMITH GUNS @ It is absolutely perfect.—Jts simplicity of construction; its large and strong parts, the absence of friction,and the fact that it positively will not balk when pulling the second barrelate very strong recommendations q_ The Hunter One Trigger and the L. C. Smith Guns won the Gold Medal at the Lewis & Clark Centennial Exposition over all competitors in the keenest of competitions. Send for catalogue. fie HMUNIER ARMS CO PON Na. . . . ° 4 3) When corresponding with advertisers please mention “ Recreation ROBO. oR Ee oA oe a) ee eae) SS GUVUSSAETSSGW S) = SAS 72 7 VEARAAUL BUELL GSES c SSNS A beeen) MEST TSS SS SERSS ¥ . QQ STEN he oO y Ge e: 4 ZA WBBWRUEVAIWYPH A! el AX oS, (S Motor Boat PERFECTION is the Twentieth Century possibility with our system of One Lever Control. For the health seeker there is nothing that will produce the desired results quicker thana comfortable and reliable boat. Ask your doctor and let us show you. For business, towing, freighting and all other purposes where hard and continuous service is re- quired, Racine Boats will ‘‘make guod’’ be- cause they are fitted with heavy powerful engines that have stood the test of years. Remember we offer you 22 years of success- ful experience. A complete line of Racine Motor Boats, Auto Boats, Sail Boats, Row Boats, Hunt- ing Boats, Dingheys, Canoes, Engines and Boat Supplies will be found at our different show rooms for inspection, trial and prompt delivery. 122 W. 34th St., New York 509 Tremont St., Boston 38 Delaware Ave., Camden 1321 Michigan Ave., Chicago 182 Jefferson Ave., Detroit 321 First Ave. 8., Seattle St. Louis Nashville, Tenn. Minneapolis Savannah, Ga. New Orleans Baltimore Memphis Providence Jacksonville, Fla. Indianapolis Spokane Rochester Portland Louisville San Francisco Milwaukee Los Angeles Sault Ste. Marie Mexico City, Mexico Sportsman’s Show, New York, Feb. 20 to March 8, ’06. Write for catalog and say what you want. We'll dothe rest. Address Racine Boat Mfg. Co. RIVERSIDE Muskegon, Michigan i A.D VE i Se fi Ht S335 SSS SSS SS SS SASS SSS ) ) | | I ’ é p q V ( ( ; ; SSS When corresponding with advertisers please mention “Recreation” * Pema! Awt. f.O-.N’? S Aoi. 1 S ER THE RESULT OF OVER 100 YEARS’ EXPERIENCE IN POWDER MAKING Dupont Smokeless America’s Shotgun Smokeless Powder WINNER OF High Professional Average in 1903, 1904 and 1905. High Amateur Average in 1903 and 1904. Grand American Handicap, Preliminary Handicap, Consolation Handicap, and State Team Championship at Indianapolis, Ind., June 27-30, 1905. fel DUPONT CO., : Wilmington, Del. Look for Stevens on the barrel of the firearm you contemplate purchasing. Be sure that it’s there. Stevens Rifles, e ¢ Shotguns and Pistols “‘ make good’”’ for all shooters and are constant and uni- form in their excellence. Ask your dealer and insist on our popular make, If you cannot obtain, we ship direct, carriage charges repaid, upon receipt of catalog price. » Up I Send for 140-page illustrated catalog. If interested in SHOOTING, you ought to have it. Mailed for four cents in stamps to cover postage. Our attractive three-color Aluminum Hanger will be sent anywhere for to cents in stamps. J. STEVENS ARMS AND TOOL CO. P.O, Box 444 Chicopee Falls, Mass., U.S. A. When corresponding with advertiscrs please mention “Recreation” R EG RE Aenea 70 Nel KORONA CAMERAS are the embodiment of all desirable ideas in Camera making, including many valuable fea- tures entirely theirown. A Korona catalogue is instructive and tells also about our fine lenses. S:O ED). =O IN) Ey by Anti-Trust dealers and direct from the factory. : Gundlach - Manhattan Optical Co. 790 Clinton Ave., So., Rochester, N. Y. * =< 4A DLV EB RYT aS eee f fifty dollars in shining gold pieces best new practical use for **3-in-One” Oil. Your use must not be \ medicinal but can be for lubricating] If cleaning, polishing, preventing Y] ‘| rust, or any other purpose not in-j @ cluded in the “3-in-One” oil book- | let. Send to-day for booklet and good sample of oil—no cost—G. W. \\y COLE CO., 300 Washington Life Bldg., New York City. All dealers : sell “3-in-One”, —two sizes. The Mascot Call “Brings in the Ducks” Has that rattling, raspy, natural duck sound that “Brings ’Em In.’’ Hard rubber throughout, won’t check, crack or corrode.—We guar- antee the MASCOT DUCK CALL to be the only one made that Water and climate positively does not affect ormoney refunded. Easily tuned by any amateur and after a few trials you canimitate instantly the cry of any duck. The MASCOT CALL is so natural ducks are easily decoyed—that means a good day’s shoot and a good bag. The Mascot is simply perfection. If your dealer or wholesaler cannot supply you, write us. Price, only $1 prepaid. Manufactured by the Multi-Novelty Company, 16 California Terrace, Chicago 6 “BATAVIA” 1906 6 HORSE POWER 4 CYCLE MOTOR, Mauufactured by HARRINGTON-WIARD CO., BATAVIA, N.Y., U.S. A. ALL CUSTOMERS SATISFIED IS OUR PAST RECORD Durable 83 Compact ee Economical For prices and information regarding this and other sizes, address CARL BIEM, Sales Manager HARRINGTON-WIARD CO., BATAVIA, N. ¥., U 8. A. When corresponding with advertisers please mention “Recreation” [eon 6 a tol O N’S ADVERTISER LLL LLL LLL LLL LL —_ a UN DERWOODS ORIGINAL Bo eg nderwood's DeviledHam will be found invaluable in the woods or on the trip. Whole- some, delicious, and appetizing, whether eaten cold just as it comes from the can, Or as an addition to eggs, fish, and birds when cooked. Made of HAM : and pure spices, that’s all. Look 1 on the can for the little red devil. : | That’s the real UNDERWOOD’S. All dealers. Wm Underwood Co Boston MassUS When corresponding with advertisers please mention “Recreation” | THE BROOKS SYSTEM INSTRUCTIONS ——a = R JE SC CREE VAS LET OREN oes AMD OV OB RITA IAS ake | \\iths AY TY BUILD YOUR,QOWN BOAT Saas =~ \ \ \ \\ \\ Way, mm Mh S 3 by G < on We SoAT CONEY. ees KL, AVC DANAEVRERUIQUAAQUVEQUBODEBTORLUTIEEDE N\\\\ NAN Ri SAS ~~)! SEN WN \\\\ “OW SSsKv ites S SSX SSC x WEG we —S INS SS oe = By the BROOKS SYSTEM £ so™ There is no reason why you cannot own as good a boat as the best TRRNEE boat factories can produce if you will use your leisure time to advantage eee and build it yourself. The fact that anyone using the Brooks System, no matter how inexperienced he is in the use of tools, can build his own boat at the cost of a a little lumber and a few nails, has brought boats within the reach of all. ZS. Roxy Allthe boats built last year, by all the boat factories in the United States, com- ny bined in one fleet, would not equal the number of boats built during the same time by novices using the Brooks System. Our catalogue gives pages of testimonials with photographs of the boats built by amateurs using the Brooks System. The Brooks System consists of exact size printed paper patterns of ; every piece that goes into the boat, a complete set of half-tone illustra- tions showing an actual picture of each step of the work properly done, “4 s detailed instructions to build, covering the entire construction of the = boat, and an itemized bill of all material required and how to secure it. po) oa & We tell you how to lay the pattern of each particular part on the proper piece 5 of material and exactly how to cut—you cut. We then tell you how to fasten each part in its right place—what kind of a nail to use—how to drive it—you drive it. You need no mechanical ability, the Brooks System supplies this—how is shown in the catalogue. Many professional men are tacing up the Brooks System for mental relaxation—for the pleasure of working with their,hands and for exercise. pf We have started hundreds in the boatbuilding business. One man built sixteen boats from one set of patterns last season; another built ten; the material costs very little; we furnish the design; they did the work and sold the boats at a big profit. You need buy nothing from us but the patterns. We have them of all kinds and sizes, from small rowboats and and canoes to sea-going yachts. We have over 50 styles and sizes of boats and boat patterns, each one perfect in design for its purpose. Our catalogue illustrates the product of the Lu f best staff of designers in the world —S* | Y Over ten thousand amateurs throughout the world successfully built boats by the Y Brooks System in 1905. When so ordered, patterns are expressed, charges prepaid, Y C. O. D., allowing examination, GA . f TIMBERS { KNOCK DOWN BOATS IZAZD complete from keel to cushions and fittings. We send you a complete Knock Down | STERN Boat, even tothe paint, ata cost of very little more than the cost of the raw material, ey Illustrated Catalogue of All Our Boats Free. BOOKS WE PUBLISH. Useful Information for the Amateur Yachtman and Boatbuilder. Price, 25 cents. y The Principle and Operation of Marine Gasolene Motors. Price, 25 cents. ke) Gy Book of Designs for Practical Boat Builders. Price, 25 Cents. s BROOKS BOAT MANUFACTURING CO. Originators of the Pattern System of Boat Building 503 Ship Street Bay City, Mich., U. S. A. ‘When corresponding with advertisers please mention “ Recreation” i} Meer oe AAT tO NN? S Ae erie? 2 “SS BR OLLI I EEE IIL DILL LG, fg | WG From Row Boat to Launch The Detroit Auto=Marine Motor NEW MODEL 1906 is the easiest controlled marine motor made, so simple to operate a child can run it. Nothing to get out of order—No Valve—No Gears—No Springs—No Cams—Absolutely Foolproof; doesits work better—at less cost, per running hour. Has none of the un- certainty of other motors in its make up, and costs little to buy—why ? We are building 10,000 Auto-Marine Gasoline Engines this year—not merely assem- bling parts—but manufacturing complete from foundry to user—and guarantee every / Y j : / Engine we make. Write for catalogue describing 1 to 20h.p. motors. 4 1% h.p., = - $33.15 engine only 3h.p., Will develop 4 h.p., 49.00 engine only DETROIT AUTO-MARINE CO. 77 E. Congress St., Detroit, Mich. The only builders of Auto-Marine Engines in the world. pL Ta TIN <= The Savage Rifle Is Made Accurately, Works Accurately and Shoots Accurately Whatever you sight you hit, with a SAVAGE. It is the outcome of years of study of every defect a Rifle ever had and for means of avoiding it—plus many other strictly SAVAGE devices which other Rifles do not possess. @,Our .22 calibre “‘ham- merless” repeating Rifle shoots short, long and long-Rifle cartridges without any change in the mechanism. @] Seven of these cartridges are held in a clip of which as many as desired can be carried and instantly replaced in the magazine. @A ‘‘pistol’’ grip, solid top (empty shells being ejected at the side) and automatic safety devices against every possible contingency of accident help make the SAVAGE the most satisfactory Rifle in existence. Try your dealer first. Thensendtous. The price is $12.00, prepaid. We will gladly send you on request the fullest detailed information. Savage Arms Company, 593 Turner St., Utica, N. Y. When correshondine with advertisers blease mention “Recreation” R EC R'E AOT TT O° NOS oo eR ee Sen THE An “Overcoat” F or Y our Sicieon Disease and Death lie in wait for the man who chills his stomach with in- digestible food. You wear an overcoat to keep in the natural warmth of your body. Overcoats will not warm a poorly nourished stomach. ‘The best “‘overcoat” for your stomach is a heat-making food. Such a food is | Shredded Whole Wheat Biscuit It contains all the heat-making, strength- giving elements of the whole wheat, steam- cooked and drawn into fine porous shreds. Try it for breakfast this way: Heat the Biscuit in an oven to restore crispness—don’t burn—pour hot milkK over it, dipping the milk over it until the shreds are swollen: then pour a little cream over the top of the Biscuit. Shredded Wheat Keeps the stomach sweet and clean and the bowels healthy and active. TRISCUIT is the Shredded Whole Wheat Cracker, better tham bread as a toast, with butter, cheese or preserves. The ‘Vital Question’? Cook Book sent free. “it’s All in the Shreds” NATURAL FOOD COMPANY, Niagara Falls, N. Y. When corresponding with advertisers please mention “Recreation” . Peete thy AT Lf oO N.? Ss Ce eee eee TS UB OR “DONT WAIT WEAKENS THE ENTIRE : MAN. It destroys energy, promptness, ambition and personal power. CULTIVATE YOUR PERSONAL LIBERTY, APPEARANCE AND MANLINESS BY SHAVING YOURSELF. i ‘““THE CILLETTE’’ SETS MEN FREE FROM BARBER-SHOP BONDAGE. KEEPS THE FACE CLEAN, SMOOTH, WHOLESOME AND FREE FROM RASH. 12 BLADES, 24 KEEN CUTTING EDGES OF FINEST STEEL. EACH BLADE WILL GIVE 20 TO 40 SHAVES. ‘ Triple silver plated set with 12 blades. Quadruple gold plated set with mono= gram. Velvet-Lined Cases. Special combination set with brush and soap in silver holders. 10 EXTRA BLADES, 20 SHARP EDCES, GOOD FOR A YEAR, 50 CENTS. At this low price, NO BLADES EXCHANGED. The most wonderful steel blade in the world. NO HINGES THAT RUST, NO CLASPS THAT BREAK, NO SPRINGS THAT WEAKEN, ONE STURDY FRAME OF MECHANICAL COMPLETENESS. OUR NEW COMBINATION SET with razor, including soap and brush in silver holders, is a boon to the traveling man. A full line of fine toilet cases with fittings and razor set now offered. SOLD BY LEADING DRUG, CUTLERY AND HARDWARE DEALERS, Ask to see ‘The Gillette,”’ and for our booklet, or write for our special trial offer. GILLETTE SALES COMPANY, jew vorK city: When corresponding with advertisers please mention “Recreation” R EC Re E. Aa Te Th OWN oes 4.D.V BOR Ta ae TOQUET Marine Motor Real AaB alae eye That’s what you want in a Marine Motor. Have you got it now? ‘“’Toquet” stands for reliability. Ask any owner of a Toquet motor. Get his opinion. WE HAVE MOVED CAMP Our manufacturing and retail business out- grew the old quarters some time ago, and we have therefore packed all our departments to 37 READE STREET where we now occupy an entire building of seven floors. @ The display of goods on our main floors is much greater than we have ever shown before. Larger factory space also gives us greatly increased facilities for the prompt filling of orders. @@, We now manufacture and retail every known appliance for the camper, hunter, prospector and fisherman—there is absolutely nothing to be soughtelsewhere. Every article is listed and illus- strated in our catalogue R. We mail the catalogue on request, ABERCROMBIE & FITCH CO. 57 Reade Sb. one door from Broadway, New York If you don’t know a ‘Toquet’ owner write us, we'll g adly send names and addresses of a few. Catalogue sent on re- ce'pt of three 2c stamps. THE TOQUET MOTOR CO. Metropolitan Building 29 East Twenty-third Street, New York G. EDUARD SHAW, General Manager; 7 SES ene Reliablellarinellotors meg \ KING Folding Canvas Boats RELIABILITY is absolutely the first con- 1 5 7 1 Galvanized tempered light steel ribs runnin both longi- sideration In a marine motor. lled todinally ane dineenelly fOr strength and liehtnoss—the B entire boat solid and stiff when in use, yet collapsible an Fay & Bowen Motors have an unequalle portable in a minute—that, briefly, is the King, chesonie record for reliability in numberless endurance | 9 boat Seon eae ences GE and heavy weather tests. q A lh It’s a povelar ion an boat Constr action: Note like it ever made. Non-sinkable. an’t tip over. uncture- Simplicity, durability, power an. €X1D1 ity. ; proot. Wears lonece than a woodee Beate ee repairs; no # cost for storage. ways ready—you can boat when an No crank required for starting. where you want to. Carried by hand, on bieyclo or in. : ugey. simply wonderful boat, in either fresh or sa Send for free catalogue of ‘Reliable Motors water. Used by U, 8. Navy. We make them in all styles : b and sizes for hunting, fishing, family use, etc. and perfectly built oats Our catalogue, sent free to adults—will post you—100 engravings E & B E 5 C Pry testimonials When you Eee in us where you usually go n n ine Oo Or your outing and receive valuable information. ay owe g 5 KING FOLDING CANVAS BOAT CO. 74 Lake Street, Geneva, N. Y., U.S. A. 668 North Street, Kalamazoo, Mich. When corresponding with advertisers please mention “ Recreation” Peewo wk ke A Tor .O N’ S “ae ee eT OLS OE OUR uk Ny Diamond Metal ‘Gig Whipped Rods \@ were designed for particular anglers. They are unrivalled for strength, even elasticity, perfect balance and casting power. The rod is made from specially selected butts ot a particular bamboo and only solid enameled portions used; it is cemented to- gether witha waterproof prep- aration and wrapped from butt to tip with four separ- ate and distinct Diamond Metal Whippings. The spe- cial, short, reinforced ferrules, hand-drawn from 18 per cent. German Silver, make short joints that combine maximum Strength and flexibility. Fly-rods of any weight, Tarpon or Juna rods and professional bait casting rods always in stock. Special rods of special de- sign and wood for special purposes made to order. Diamond Metal Whip= ping is patented, and any ¢ infringement will be vigor- ously prosecuted. Service Fly=Book and \ Soak=Box combined is abso- lutely moth-proof and keeps loop and gut moist without dampening the flies; capacity 12doz.tlies; pocketsforextras. Service=Flies of natural feathers dressed on tested hooks and gut. _ “Angler’s’”? accessories comprise anything and everything that the particular angler could desire. If your dealer does not carry ‘‘Angler’s” tackle, write to us direct. Catalogue-Booklet free on request. THE ANGLERS COMPANY, Inc. 907 Main Street, Hartford. Conn, 42 PLANTS $2.50} 10 Currant Bushes 10 Gooseberry Bushes 10 Raspberry Bushes 10 Blackberry Bushes 1 Concord Grape Vine 1 Niagara Grape Vine & Greatest Bargain yet, 42 plants, all grown, ready to bear a fruit, for only $2.40. Every one should have these lovely § fruits growing in their garden. Now is your chance. Order § @ early, and be sure of them. : BAY STATE PLANT CO., BOSTON, MASS. Have you aDog? We will send, if vou mention its breed, ') Polk Miller’s Great Book on Dogs; « How to Take Care of Them; Sen. Vest’s § Eloquent Tribute to a Dog, and A \Yellow Dog’s Love for a Nigger (the famous poem) all for 1oc, just to ad » vertise Sergeant’s Famous Dog ‘Remedies. Address, POLK MILLER DRUG CO. S63 Main St., Richmond, Va. Beginning with April, RECREATION will be $1.50 per year. Subscriptions received be- fore April first will be accepted at $1.00. Ce Mullins Pressed Steel Boats Can’t Sink Easier to Row—Absolutely Safe Made of pressed steel, with air chambers in eacn end like a life boat, Can’t leak—crack—dry out or sink—lasta lifetime. Every 5 boat guaranteed. The ideal boat for families—summer Prince” si ; a s » resorts—parks—boat liveries, etc. Strong—safe— 14 foot row boat, as ; Peng speedy. Write to lay for our large catalog of row illustrated. Complete oe : LE boats, motor boats, hunting and fishing boats. | with one pair oars #80.00, The W. H. Mullins Co., 320 Franklin St., Salem, 0. | CURED MY RUPTURE i Will Show You How To Cure Yours FREE. I was helpless and bed-ridden for years from a double rupture. 4 No truss could hold. Doctors said I would die if not operated on. 4 I fooled them all and cured myself by a simple discovery. I will send the cure free by mailif you write for it. It cured me and has since cured thousands. It willcure you. Write to-day. Capt. W. A. Collings, Box 408 Watertown, N. Y. When corresponding with advertisers please mention “ Recreation” Re OE CO Ae eS AD! VEER) Seas McFADDEN & SON | Romeike Press Cutting Bureau Taxidermists and Furriers First established and most FUR AND CURIO DEALERS complete in the world “A” 1632-34 Champa St., Denver, Colo. €L To be abreast of the times subscribe to the old ——- ~ - —__ a reliable bureau founded by the late Henry Romeike and you will be right up-to-date on all current topics in which you are interested. @ Reads every newspaper and periodical of importance in the United States, Canada, Mexico and Europe. Branches throughout the civilized world. Write for circular and terms. Henry Romeike, Inc., unices,, New York. Beginning with April, Recrea- TIon will be $1.50 per year. Sub- 4 Artistic Taxidermy our Specialty scriptions received before April first SATISFACTION guaranteed. All work moth proof. Our Winner ; Sleeping Bag, the best for all conditions of climate and weather, will be accepted at $ 1.00 light, warm, durable and waterproof. Our new and artistic method of Sa mounting fish can’t be beat. We furnish Elk Lodges with whole mounted Elk or Heads or Horns, also Eagles mounted in any stvle fot Eagle Lodges. Rattle snake skin belts, hat bands and neckties, the latest novelties made to order. We carry a full line of Ladies’ Furs, also make them up to order. We have our own tannery. Tanning done to order. Highest prices paid for raw furs. We also buy the natural Skulls. Taxidermist supplies, felt linings, artificial eyes, skulls, ete Now that spring has come and winter is on the wane is the right time to plan and prepare for the coming season The Camera Hit for 1906 is the Goerz-Anschiti 7 NEW MODEL With its improved Focal Plane Shutter, giving time bulb exposures, and automatic slow exposures of 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1-2, 1-3, 1-4, 1-5, 1-10 second, and fast shutter exposures from 1-10 to 1-1200th of a second. Notice the Rigidity of all Parts,—small bulk, light weight, | and fine workmanship. @ We court inspection. "We want you to realize what this outfit actually is, to investigate and ascertain its numer- ous advantages. We give you a ten days trial free of charge. Don’t be bashful about it. Just send us the name and address of your dealer or write for our complete catalogue. _ It gives all particulars about the Goerz Anschutz Camera, about our well-known anastigmats, Celor and Dagor, and our other lenses and apparatus. C. PP. GOERZ OPTICAL WORK: 36 Union Square, NEW YORK, and Heyworth Building, Chicago BERLIN PARIS LONDON ST. PETERSBURG When corresponding with advertisers please mention “ Recreation” Pee nk ee A) TT . O N.’ S “oa eek ' Tf § RR It is Time to Make Your Plans for Summer Boating Order your canoe now and avoid the vexation | of delays when the season has come and you want to be off. . RUSHTON CANOES are the standard of | excellence in canoe-building. 31 years’ experi- ence shows in their construction. They combine great strength with graceful lines, which gives them speed, staunchness and great wearing qualities. My “INDIAN GIRL”? model called forth the § strongest approval from expert canoeists last summer. Built of the tough, enduring Northern White Cedar and covered with a specially pre- pared canvas. Lengths: 15, 16,17 and {8 feet. Weight: 56 to 80 Ibs. Net Price, $32 to $44, f. 0. b. cars at Canton, N. Y. My illustrated catalogue ot row-boats, all-cedar and cane | vas-covered canoes, sailing canoes, paddles, oars, fittings, etc., sent free toany address. Better get one now and look it over. J. H. RUSHTON, 817 Water Street, Canton, N. Y. No. 602 ‘‘NAPANOGH’’ Pocket Knife Tool Kit Warranted Made in America With more or less frequency almost every one has use for a Knife, Reamer, File, Saw, Chisel or Screw Driver, and this outfit is practical, yet so small, being contained in a Leather Pocket Book 4% x 3% inches, that the owner, m=, by carrying it in his pocket, always has “* it athand for immediate use, whether a= Camping, Boating, Teaming, Drive Zing, in the Shop, Factory, Office, ”@ Store, Warehouse, Automobile, on 4 the Farm, Bicycle, or around the Home. Any Tool firmly attached or detached to the Pocket Knife in a second. Sent postpaid on receipt of price, Use it five days and if not satis- 8 factory return it and I will refund your money. U. J. ULERY CO. F7 Warren St. New York, N. ¥. BEFORE YOU INVEST A dollar in anything get my book “‘How to Judge Invest- ments.” It tells you all about everything you should know before making any kind of an investment, either for a Jarge or small amount. This book gives the soundest ad- vice and may save you many dollars. Send two-cent stamp for a copy; do it now. _ If you want to keep reliably posted on various kinds of investments, send your name and address and get the J , Stew for 3 MONTHS FREE Address Editor INVESTORS’ REVIEW, 1604 Gaft Building, CHICAGO, ILL. Most Useful WORN ALL OVER THE WORLD REFUSE ALL SUBSTITUTES OFFERED YOU Capen The Name is | ' stamped on every iP ! | | | loop— CUSHION BUTTON CLASP LIES FLAT TO THE LEG—NEVER SLIPS, TEARS NOR UNFASTENS Sample pair, Silk 50c., Cotton 25c. Mailed on receipt of price. , GEO. FROST CO., Makers >» Boston, Mass., U.S.A, PAIR WARRANTED w ALWAYS EASY. Y OU like the uniformity of flavor in your favorite brand of cigars—how about your cocktails P Are you going to accept any chaiice mix- er’s decoction, or order CLUB COCK- TAILS? Their excellence has been attained through scientific blending and subsequent ageing to perfection. There is but one perfect brand—CLUB. Specify CLUB for your own satisfaction. Seven kinds—Manhattan, Martini, Vermouth, Whiskey, Holland Gin, Tom Gin and York. G. F. HEUBLEIN & BRO., Sole Proprietors artford New York London When corresponding with advertisers please mention “Recreation” RE UC VR Ve A ea Oe Naw S ASD (VBR a Wale See eens First in Speed and Endurance The DURNO, a 25-foot semi- racer, won the Inter-State Tro- phy inthe Hud- son River Car- nival; record over a 19% mile course Was 12.12 statute miles per hour. Thisafter running under her own power 1,coo miles from Rochester to New York, via Alexandria Bay. MARINE ENGINE, 7 Horse, 3-Port, 2 Stroke which did not once stop in 3 days’ racing. Here is why —The construction and fitting of the Rochester are given such care as to prevent the slightest leakage of power; cylinders, pistons, eccentric piston rings, beside being of the toughest selected material, are ground time after time and GRADUALLY fitted that they may be so snug as to waste no compression whatever. No scrap- ing with these perfectly ground parts—hence a min- imum of wear. Our process adds many dollars to ouR cost but NoT to yours, 3% to 100 Horse Power New Catalog on Request ROCHESTER GAS ENGINE CO., “hocuester, w. v. ARE YOU_A SPORTsman ENGINEER PROSPECTOR RANCHMAN if so our line of waterproof Boots and Shoes will in- terest you. Made of Moose Calf, to measure. Guaranteed to five satisfaction. Our noiseless hunting boot beats anything made. Our Orthopedic Cush- ion sole is comfort to tender feet. Send for Catalog. Agents wanted in every town. THE SPORTSMAN’S BOOT WM. N. GOKEY SHOE CO. No. 1 West 3rd St., Jamestown, N. Y., U.S. A. DON'T BE FAT My New Obesity Food Quickly Reduces Your Weight to Normal, Requires No Starva- tion Process and is Absolutely Safe TRIAL PACKAGE MAILED FREE, ~. Above Illustration Shows the Remarkable Effects of This Wonderful Obesity Food—What It Has Done For Others it Will Do For You. My new Obesity Food, taken at mealtime compels perfect assimilation of the food and sends the food nutriment where it belongs. It requires no starvation process. You can eat all you want. It makes muscle, bone, sinew, nerve and brain tissue out of the excess fat, and quickly reduces your weight to normal. It takes off the big stomach and relieves the compressed condition and enables the heart to act freely and the lungs to expand naturally and the kidneys and_liver to perform their functions in a natural manner.. You will feel better the first day you try this wonderful home food. Fill out coupon herewith and mail to-day. FREE This coupon is good for one trial package of Kellogg’s Obesity Food, with testimonials from hundreds who have been greatly reduced mailed free in plain package. Simply fill in your name and address on dotted lines below and mail to F, J. KELLOGG, 2600 Kellogg Bldg., Battle Creek, Mich. Ce eT 12 H. P, MARINE ENGINE $33.52 on" Engine and Engine Fittings $37.50 For your Row Boat, Sail Boator Launch No cranks to start—No cams, valves, gears, springs or sprockets. All working parts in full view. We build all sizes of Boat Engines. DETROIT ENGINE WORKS, 1395 JEFFERSON AVE. DETROIT, MICH. When corresponding with advertisers please mention “Recreation” eee ek AT ft O N?’ S (eee eee fl COS ER IF LIVE BAIT will ever catch more fish than a ‘‘Dowagiac’’ artificial minnow, it is the exception. 19 MORE “DOW AGIAC” BAITS are sold every year than all other Artificial Casting Baits combined. “DOWAGIAC” times out of : The“ Dowagiac” 20, game

Mention Gauge when ordering. Rifle and Field Cleaners described in catalog ‘A,’’ MARBLE SAFETY AXE CO,, a he -— mao m Gladstone, Mich. _ e? Steel Fishing Rods “oa “Bristol” Luck means invariably good luck. Of course you can’t catch fish if there are none in the pool, and you can’t persuade them to bite always, but our kind of good luck will be yours if you use a “BRISTOL” Steel Fishing Rod, which will insure you against bad \ack in the way of broken tackle and lost fish. “BRISTOL” Rods last longer and eive Detter service than any other Rod at any cost. Send for our beautiful Catalog showing Rods for all fishing and our Combination Reel and Handle which is an excellent feature. THE HORTON MEG. CO. 21 Horton St., Bristol, Conn. . ° ‘ ° O) JI When corresponding with advertisers please mention “Recreation”, R E.C RYE. AUT I ON SS 2 As Dee Eee ee SCOTT GREENER 12, 16 and 20 bores Trap and Light Weights LANG —— PURDEY Other Guns Taken in Trade Send 6c stamps for Catalogue and List of Second-Hand Guns : AyRioadg ino All the American makes: Parker, Remington, Ithaca, Fox, Davis, Smith, Lefever all sizes—send for catalogue Snow Shoes and Skis Pp[©d Wor Uo0T}99}0I1d 10} spew JUSULIES JSIUY JOYIV[ 1OYVOT YSTPOMS AT PRESENT TIME ON HAND genuine Forchand Hammerless Guns made by Hopkins & $ 15 00 100 Allen, top lever, pistol grip, 12 bores, former price $20.00, we offer at Wm. Read & Sons, 107 Washinston St.. Boston, Mass. ESTABLISHED 1826 HIS illustration shows the double thick nitro breech and narrow skeleton rib of an ITHACA No. 7 $300 list gun. 4] This feature, together with the reinforced frame, reinforced stock and double bolt, makes the ITHACA the strongest and safest gun for Nitro powder. 4] We build every- thing from a featherweight 534 pound 20 gauge gun to a 1072 pound 10 gauge duck, fox and goose gun. 4] Send for Art Catalogue describing 17 grades 10, 12, 16 and 20 gauge guns ranging in price from $17.75 to $300. ITHACA GUN CO., ITHACA, N. Y. PACIFIC COAST BRANCH, I14 SECOND STREET, SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA When corresponding with advertisers please mention “Recreation” Pe eee Tern ON’ So 4°D YP FORTIES ER H. & R. SINGLE GUN Model 19035 Non-Ejecting 28 Gauge Small Frame 44 Caliber Light Weight A new gun throughout, on sporting lines; not a small bore gun on a large frame, nor a rifle bored smooth for shot. Small frame and stock enable us to produce a very attractive and symmetrical light weight, small bore gun. 28 gauge, barrel 28 inches, plain steel, weight about 4 lbs. 44 caliber, barrel 26 inches, plain steel, weight about 434 lbs. Adapted to the 44 W.C.F. Shot Cartridge, or the XL 44 Shot Cartridge. Sold by the leading dealers. Catalog on request. Harrington & Richardson Arms Company Dept. R, WORCESTER, MASS. Also makers of H. & R. Revolvers For Trap Shooting use shells loaded with You can get factory loaded shells, 12 gauge | STOP GUESSING | with 14 ounces shot. If your dealer will not supply you write SCHOVERLING, DALY & GALES 302-304 Broadway NEW YORK CITY ‘ . ‘ ° be ass) When corresponding with advertisers please mention “ Kecreation S AUD VE Rot i ae RUE UCR EY ArT el Oo Ne The Prudential | Advances in Security and Public Confidence. | THIRTIETH ANNUAL STATEMENT, JANUARY 1, 1906, SHOWS | Assets, over. 6 A 107 Million Dollars Liabilities (including Recene $88, 000 ,000) ° . 91 Million Dollars Surplus, over . ° : d : 5 ° 16 Million Dollars. Increase in Assets, over . : 6 : 6 : 18 Million Dollars Paid Policyholders during 1905, over . ; . 14 Million Dollars Total Payments to Policyholders to Dec. 31, 1905, over 107 Million Dollars Cash Dividends and Other Concessions not Stipulated in Original Contracts and Voluntarily Given to Holders of Old Policies to Date, over . . 6 Million Dollars Number of Policies in Force, nearly 4 ° 4 5 6% Million Increase in Number of Policies in Force, over é % Million Net Increase in Insurance in Force, over 5 a 113 Million Dollars Bringing Total Amount of Insurance in Force to over One Billion One Hundred and Seventy Million Dollars. ECONOMICAL ADMINISTRATION. LOWER EXPENSE RATE THAN EVER BEFORE. ; CAREFUL SELECTION OF RISKS. FAVORABLE MORTALITY EXPERIENCE. — | Dividends Paid to Policyholders During 1905, Over ONE MILLION DOLLARS THE PRUDENTIAL: INSURANCE ‘CO. OF AMERICA incorporated as a Stock Company by the State of New Jersey JOHN F. DRYDEN, President. Home Office, Newark, N. 5. 1 Write for Information of Policies, Dept. 92 When corresponding with advertisers please mention “Recreation” WY METALLIC CARTRIDGES AT LONG RANGE Have you considered how much depends on your cartridge when you raise the rear sight for a long shot? The trajectory or curved path of the bullet which rises above the mark and then is deflected by gravity to it—must be perfect and uniform. The amount of powder in U.M.C. Cartridges is so uniform, the combustion so perfect, the bullet of such a model and so accurately gauged, that long range shots are always ‘‘ kills? if the aim be true. U.M.C. Cartridge for every gun AGENCY, . ; Be agay. G6h4e Union Metallic Cartridge Company Neen ee New York City. Bridgeport, Conn. San Francisco, Cal. “Good Dog” Good gun, good shells, good cover, good sport. Don’t forget that the gun isan important link in this chain of “goods.” Now the good gun is the Remington. Hard shooting, moderate priced Remington Guns; or higher priced finely finished “pet” Remingtons. Remingtons are good goods. . Send for Catalogue, free. Remington Arms Co. ILION, N. Yow Agency: 315 Broadway Depot: 86 First Street New York J San Francisco, Cal. who has once experienced the thick, creamlike lather | the exquisite, soothing and refreshing effect on his face, the feel- ing of safety and satisfaction that its purity guarantees, is not easily per- suaded to accept a substitute. If he does, it’s at the expense of his face. Williams’ Shaving Sticks, Shaving Tablets, Toilet Waters, Talcum Powder, Jersey Cream Toilet Soap, Williams’ Tar Soap, etc., etc., sold everywhere Send 4 cts. in stamps fora Williams’ Shaving Stick (Trial Size) enough for 50 shaves THE J. B. WILLIAMS CO. Glastonbury, Conn. CMARLES FRANCIS PRESS, NEW YORK Yi MN ig ay y ‘ P nn MINS te eee iti? / ‘gee Me h , Ff Maysonet MS Regs ED Peas j CMM D OE Weis HOLY ily asada PEEP IY, PACIFIC M HE Pacific Mail follows the “Sunshine Belt’ across a the Pacific to enchanting Japan, a the Philippines and China, stopping one day at beau- = tiful Hawan. 4 Holds the ee records for quickest T'rans- Oo _____. Pacilie passages. - First in Size First in Speed 2 First in Luxury = Send for Literature = PACIFIC MAIL S, S. CO. NEW YORK = SAN FRANCISCO == , CHICAGO ce = Anealter, sweeter TEBEOE Ts. in a cleaner, greener 2-272O AMepling Aides SEAMAN ri AMAA Nit RECREATION’S ADVERTISER ! 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YOUNG'S BISCUIT CO., 89 Fulton St., Boston, Mass. ay BOOK on Dog Diseases and How to Feed Mailed Free to any address by the author H. Clay Glover, D. V.S. - 1278 Broadway, New York KENNEL CCOLLIE PUPS at reasonable prices. Highly pedi- greed, handsome, vigorous, farm-raised stock. Please state wants fully. HARVARD KENNELS, 48 Pine St., New York, N. Y. BOW WOW OUTFITS—Cloth Blankets, Fur Col- lars, Whips, Lashes, Harness, Dog Shoes, etc., all at popular prices. PETS MOUNTED. Our Taxi- dermy department is the largest and best-equipped in this country. We have the finest artists employed, and have a reputation of doing the most life-like and lasting work. Everything guaranteed moth-proof. Wm. W. Hart, 451 Seventh Avenue, New York. KENNEL SUPPLIES | Dog Chains, Brushes, Combs, Shipping Crates, Medicines, Dog and Puppy Cakes, all the latest and best books. A complete list in our Kennel Supply circular mailed free. Excelsior Wire & Poultry Supply Co. 26=28 Vesey St., Dept. R. C. 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GADZOOKS!—I have Wasted Enough Money on taxidermists—I am going to write CLARENCEI BIRDSEYE, JR., 42 Broadway, New York City, for par- ticulars of his scientifically taught Complete Corre- spondence Course in Taxidermy and Zoological Collect-' ing; it will Teach Me How to do the Mounting Myself and to make my Sport Pay for Itself. V1l send him a; Postal Card To-day. OWLAND, TAXIDERMIST. A specialty “a mounting moose, elk, caribou and deer heads; also fish. 182 Sixth Ave., New York. ‘Telephone. , When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION POULTRY ®E—1906 Catalogue. Forty varicties land and ™ water fowl. S. A. HUMMEL, * on Box 68, Freeport, Il. UABS—How we raise and prepare Squabs for mar- "ket; prices, profits, care of breeders. Details of management in one of the most perfectly equipped “Squab plants in the world. Sent free. ZZ ROYAL SQUAB Co., Show Room, 153 East 42d Street, New York. POULTRY PAPER, 74 pages, illustrated, 25 cents : per year; 4 months’ trial, 10 cents; sample free; 64 pages practical poultry book free to yearly subscribers; ‘book alone, 10 cents; catalogue poultry books free. ~_ Pourtry ApvocarTE, Dept. R., Syracuse, N. Y. \ 4 ‘ WE WERE THE PIONEERS IN SQUABS. Our Homers are ) straight-bred and unexcelled for size. We have supplied equip- f } ai ment for many of the anes petaics in merce Our Necse ant is the largest and best in the world. urin Ny wigied) ie the past year we sold more Homers diag all other id Wid) pigeon breeders and importers in America combined. There is a reason for this; look around before buying. We publish a full ud) 08) line of printed matter, covering every detaii of this rich industry. Send for our Free Book, ‘“‘How to Make Money with Squabs.’’ Visitors wel- ‘come at our plant and Boston Office, Address ais ud) PLYMOUTH ROCK SQUAB COMPANY 2 Howarp STREET, ~ ° Metrose, Mass. BS The Bartlett Strain of a White Plymouth Rocks | isthe finest strain of the best and most beautiful chicken _ onearth. Eccs, $3.00 per 15, express prepaid. Circular free. Dr, W. E. BARTLETT, Betie PLarne, Kans. Ee SeeenG TACKLE AND RODS a a GENUINE Bristol Rainbow Fishing Rods, all _ lengths. List, $5. Our cash price, $2.65. F J. H. Kingery, Claremont, N. H. I ANGLERS’ RARE TACKLE OPPORTUNITIES! a Samples and Broken Lots of Highest Grade Fishing » Bee io Excellent Condition, at a saving of 100 per ee retailing at $5 to $10 we sell at $2 to $s. ve We Mes, best grades, less than 2 cents a yard—whole- eee 1S 3 cents. Leaders, selected single, double i A hadi to cents to 30 cents each—the kind you pay Gace to 75 cents for. Write quickly for Monthly : . SPORTSMEN’S SERVICE BUREAU, 211 North Ninth Street, St. Louis, Mo. a RECREATION’S ADVERTISER STAMPS AND COINS $5.75 PAID FOR RARE 1853 QUARTERS, $4 paid for 1804 dimes; $15 paid for 1868 dol lars; big prices paid for hundreds of other dates; keep all money coined before 1879 and send to cents at onc for a set of two coin and stamp value books. It may J mean a fortune to you. Address C. F. Crarker, Agent, Lie Roy, N. Y., Dept. 4. PIANO TUNING WE SUCCESSFULLY teach this art. The most perfect correspondence system in the world and the most essentials of this art combined. Write to-day for free booklet. NEw YorRK SCHOOL OF PIANO AND ORGAN TUNING, 50 Bible House, New York. MISCELLANEOUS ssSHADOW CIRCUS.” Funniest and hest parlor game ever invented. 60 cents, postpaid. We carry plays, games, favors, decorations and entertain- ment supplies. Catalogue free. Agents wanted. HINTs PUBLISHING HOUSE, 53 Bible House, New York. TYPEWRITERS OF ALL STANDARD MAKES bought, exchanged and sold, from $10 upwards. Write for catalogue. Our prices are lowest. . EAGLE TYPEWRITER Co., Tel. 2566 Cortlandt. 2B Park Place, New York. [MPERIAL CHASERS and Tracers prevent losses; new, unique, practical, supplies universal need. Sells at sight anywhere. Profits $5 to $25 daily. Pocket sample. Unequalled side line for specialty or traveling salesmen. Room 1551, 11 Broadway, New York. HEADQUARTERS for Artistic Signs Aluminum Souvenirs Enameled Iron Calendars Lithographed Metal Metal Etched Novelties Designs and Estimates . Ge NEW JERSEY ALUMINUM CO. H. M. WILLIS, Mgr. 150 Nassau St., New York MPIRE REFRIGERATORS for families, hotels, clubs, etc., that are made different than the usual kind. The catalogue will tell you all about them if you send to the makers for it. EMPIRE HARDWARE Co., 141 Duane Street, New York City. MANY ANTIQUE ARTICLES for dens. Ancient flintlock arms. Indian relics. List for stamp. Davis BROTHERS, Kent, O. THE WATER PROBLEM SOLVED == at small expense. If you have running water within a mile of where you want it, we can automatically pump it for you. Write for catalogue. Raises water 35 feet for every foot fall. Requires no fuel. NIAGARA HYDRAULIC ENGINE CO. 140R Nassau Street, New York aes Ee TT TIT IR Aan pee aD sf BEY (Ee ORAS oe Ae a ctr et oa NO MORE GRAY HAIR BRUCELINE, the only genuine remedy for restoring gray hair to its natural color; 40 years on the market. No dye, and harmless. $1.00 per bottle Treatise on the hair sent on application, FREE. ¥ SE — When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER REAL ESTATE A PARTNER WANTED=—In sunny Mexico, where the most at- £\ tractive opportunities are offered to a gentleman who has a few thousand dollars to invest. I own a vast tract of land at the base of the Sierra Madre Mountains, beautifully watered and timbered, 72 hours from New York. The opportunity now offered is unsur- passed, as large profits are guaranteed. The proposition is past the experimental stage, and the returns are sure. It also presents ex- cellent opportunities for outdoor sports. Hunting, fishing, etc., in a country unsurpassed for health, and this, together with the satis- factory financial returns, makes it a most desirable investment. Highest references given and required. Party desiring to corre- spond with a view to business, address F. B. T., care of RECREATION, 23 West 24th St., New York, N.Y. APARTMENTS APARTMENTS, 3 to 7 rooms each; rooms single and en suite. The Hinman, Apartment and European Hotel. Booklet mailed free. MarsHALL Cooper, Megr., “th and Figuerda, Los Angeles, Cal. MAIL ORDERS ORIGINAL LETTERS to lease; 7,Q00 ,O000 f A rom mail order buyers, agents, etc. My system is the best for advertisers, adopted by large mail order houses. Write for booklet. Will buy your letters. FRANK B. 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Beautifully engraved all over, with fine scroll and hunting scenes, blued frame. In perfect condition, inside and out. Worth $125. Price, $50, and money returned if not satisfied. R.M. Mason, Batavia, N. Y. WELVE-GAUGE BAKER HAMMERLESS, 28 inch, 74 pounds, absolutely new. Cost $60; will take $40. For full description, write CuHas. Huckty, Mahanoy City, Pa. CAMERAS FIVE HUNDRED new and exchange cameras at half-price. Send for bargain list No. 14. N. Y. CAMERA EXCHANGE 114 Fulton St., New York, N. Y. GAME HUNTING IG GAME. Hunting on the Head Waters of the Stickine River. I am better prepared than ever to furnish outfits, pack horses and guides for the season 1906. Moose, caribou, Stone’s sheep, goat, black, brown and grizzly bear are all killed within one hundred miles of Telegraph Creek. Season opens September 1. References: Andrew J. Stone, J. R. Bradley, T. T. Reese. J. FRANK CALLBREATH, : Telegraph Creek, B. C., Via Wrangle, Alaska. OR THE BIG GAME FIELDS of Routt County, Colorado. Best of hunting of all kinds, and fine trout fishing. I have a full pack outfit and can handle” parties any time during the season. Special care and | extra gentle horses for women and children. Corre- spondence solicited. ALBERT WHITNEY, Yampa, Routt Co., Colo. IG GAME HUNTING in India is dangerous sport; _ but for genuine enjoyment and excitement go along” with Tom Watson hunting the Great American _ Grafter! It isn’t expensive. Send $1.50 for Watson's Magazine a whole year. 15 cents a copy at news- dealers. Send four two cent stamps and mention RECREATION for a sample copy. Address, Tom WATSON’S MAGAZINE, 121 West 42d Street, New York, N. Y. ANTED—To correspond with parties wishing to hunt in the Rockies. Garris: Tourists’ and Hunters’ Guide, Ovando, Powell Co., Mont. — eer eee HELP WANTED E HAVE POSITIONS open for competent men, ” paying $1,000 to $10,000. A few good opportuni: | ties for men having money to invest with their services, twelve offices, covering the entire country. 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When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION Yur RECREATION S ADVERTISER , “The Camera is mightier than the Gun’ Library of Natural Histo ILLUSTRATED ENTIRELY FROM ACTUAL PHOTOGRAPHS, MANY OF THEM IN COLORS EDITORS AND CONTRIBUTORS Charles J. Cornish 3 Ernest Ingersoll F. C. Selous John W. Gregory Sir Harry H. Johnston W. Saville-Kent H. N. Hutchinson Prof. Richard Lyddeker and many other experts and authorities on every branch of Natural History. HIS is the only Natural History in existence illustrated entirely from actual photographs, many of which were secured at an enormous expense and after years of patient labor. In some instances special expeditions, armed with cameras and dry plates, had to be sent to foreign lands. It is a history of all living creatures on the earth—animals and man—told by trav- ees : ellers, anthropologists and eminent FIVE DE LUXE VOLUMES — 2,000 ILLUSTRATIONS authorities. 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You rarely see a boy show other than the greatest respect for a handsome, well-fed dog, but let some poor, half-starved creature come along, and every boy on that block has a fling at him. I know, for I’ve been hungry and dirty, have known nothing but kicks and curses, and dined each day from some uncovered gar- bage can, but now—well, now it is different. *This story is founded on fact. Pyx is a real dog, his pecu- liarities are real, his comrades are real, his friends are real— and many; the Bear is a real ship, and I have in my pos- session the pelt of the red fox. This little story may fall into the hands of some of the officers of the Revenue Cutter Service who know Pyx, and if it does I think they will be the happier in the knowledge that he is happy and contented. A smarter, brighter, more loving and more lovable little dog never lived. ale, JE So I was Lorn in Seattle in the spring of 1900. Our home was a most beautiful one with fine kennels and stables and every comfort that wealth could give. I wasn’t considered much of a puppy; for I remember hearing some one say one morn- ing, ‘Well, Ladye (that was my mother), you have a mighty fine family, all but this little runt, and I guess we will get rid of him.’’ Now I didn’t know what runt meant, but I soon discovered it was something dis- agreeable, for I was always pushed aside at meal times, and my more lusty brothers and sisters (there were five of us) did not hesitate to punish me severely whenever I had anything they wanted. One day when we were about six weeks old some gentlemen came to look at my mother and us and one of them said: “I tell you, Gordon, they are as fine a lot as I ever saw—all but this little runt (poor me); you would be very foolish nottoexhibit them ; Copyright, 1906, by Wa. E. ANNIs. 380 you’d get the ribbon sure.”” I had heard the head groom talking to his brother Jack. (Jack washed the carriagesand wasareal nice man, but I had no use for that head groom, not since he cut off my beautiful little tail.) He was telling him about a bench show, that’s what he called it, where all the fine dogs were sent and men came, looked at them and tied ribbons on some of them. I believe it is considered quite an honor to have the blue ribbon. I thought it would be ereat sport to go, for perhaps there would be a ribbon for ‘“‘runts,” and I might get it; but I was doomed to disappointment, for only my mother and my brothers and sisters were to go. I felt it was too bad that I was to be left behind, for I did so want to see what the world was like outside of the yard where we lived. You see our place was on the outskirts of the city, and our master owned a great many beautiful horses, and, oh! such a lot of dogs, and each family of dogs had their own little yard in which to exercise. Well, the next day I was right glad I was not to go to the show, for mother and my brothers and sisters were no longer allowed to roam around the yard at will, and such washing, rubbing and brushing as they had! When I heard my brothers and sisters cry- ing to get out where I was I strutted about and congratulated myself on being born a “runt,” but pride goeth before a fall, for that evening I was carried off by that head groom to his house and given to his little boy. Now. Billy, that was the boy’s name, was ugly, with red hair and a freckled face, not naturally bad, as boys go, but he had never been taught to be kind. I was lonely and homesick, and when I cried he beat me; I had never been struck before, and I think I was more surprised than hurt, but I soon learned that crying «id no good, it only brought me a beating. I had no one to play with, and I had to amuse myself in some way, so I carried off whatever I found and buried it in my treasure garden; this was a place away down at the foot of the back yard, and I soon had quite a collection thence: One day, after I had been there quite a while, Billy was all excitement, he was going toaparty. I believe that is a place where a RECREATION lot of children get together and sit around very uncomfortable in their best clothes until the ice cream comes, and then they eat and go home. Billy and his chum had talked it over in the back yard and had con- cocted a plan by which they were to have three dishes between them; they were full of pleasant anticipations and soon expected to be full of ice cream. Billy had polished his best shoes till he could see himself in them, and set them out on the back porch just as I came trotting around. I caught a whiff of the varnish, it isn’t a bad smell at all; I thought I’d just take one of those shoes down to my treasure garden, and perhaps after a while it might be good to gnaw on; bones get awfully good after they are buried a while. So off I went with one of his shoes and soon I had it covered with the nice fresh dirt I had scratched up; then being a little tired I went over, stretched out under a shade tree and was soon fast asleep. I was awakened by Billy’s voice in loud lamentations; he seemed to be deeply dis- tressed and was running around, evidently looking for something; down the yard he | came, clear down to my treasure garden. Directly he gave a yell of delight and picked up the end of a shoe string; with the shoe- string from out of the soft earth came the missing shoe. It was the shoe he was looking for, for without the shoe Billy could not go to the party (he had lost the mate to his other pair the day before, when he went in swim- ming), and without the party there would be no ice cream. He grabbed the shoe, and then catching sight of me he picked up a stick and made for me, but I had felt the weight of that small arm before, so I ran as fast as I could out of the yard through the open gate, down thestreet ; nor did Istop until I reached the waterfront where, perfectly exhausted, I crawled under some old lumber and lay for hours trembling with fright. That was the last I ever saw of Billy, but that was the beginning of my life as a street dog, and as a boy in knee pants brought me my first misery I then and there vowed eternal hatred to them all, and woe unto the shins that came my way. I cared not whether they were covered with silk or cotton, or whether they were covered at all, a sight of a pair of knee pants always made me show my teeth. PYX, B.A. 381 CHAPTER II A FRIEND IN NEED My, what a fight that was! I can feel my hair rising up all along my back even now when [thinkofit. Iwasabouta year oldthen ; my active life had developed my muscles so that although I was small I was wonderfully lumberman call a thoroughbred mongrel (1 had never heard of that breed before) that I was very fond of. She was a pretty little thing, full of fun, and many fine games of hide and seek we had among the piles of lumber. We used to go off on long trips about town together, and often when she didnot feel like going I would go off alone and TARO, THE HERO FROM YOKOHAMA strong. The streets had been my home for over four months; I slept most of the time in an old lumber yard, and my diet consisted chiefly of street scraps and canned goods— garbage cans. I had few friends of my own. kind: somehow we all seemed so busy trying to get a living, honest or otherwise, that we did not have much time for sociabil- ity. But there was one little dog, I heard a never returned without some choice morsel for her; often I would be so hungry that I was greatly tempted to sit down in some alley and enjoy it myself, but I would re- member the secret she told me, and care- fully guarded, I would lay the prize at her feet. Sometimes it was only a fish or a dry bone, but one day we had a great treat; I guess it wasn’t right, but I’ve heard it said U. S. REVENUE CUTTER “BEAR”? IN AN ICE PACK that all is fair in love and war, and surely I was in love. I was trotting along on this particular day, tired, hungry and disappoint- ed, for I had found nothing either for my- self or for her, when, suddenly, I heard a cry, followed by a crash, and there, right in front of me, lay a messenger boy, a tray and a lot of broken dishes all mixed up together ; but I also saw a big, thick luscious steak which I proceded to grab, and away I ran, never stopping to ask permission or even to see 1f the poor boy was hurt. My! but that steak was good, how we did enjoy it, the first real meat either of us had had for many a day. Dear, dear, how I ramble on. I started out to tell about the fight—but I’m coming to it, the memory of that day brings back so many little things I had almost forgotten— but how well do I remember the day my partner took me with her to a place behind some boards, where she proudly showed me three squirming little puppies, and gave me to understand they were ours! Oh, how proud I was, and what a thrill went through me when I heard their little voices. Why, I felt as though I had the strength of a lion to work for them, and work I did to find food for their mother; for she could not go far to hunt for herself, and many a kick and many a blow I received, for I grew bolder and lost no opportunity to nab a choice bit from a butcher’s cart, or even to overhaul the lunch baskets of the workmen in the lumber yard. One day when I came back I found we had company, not very welcome company, either, so far as I was concerned; he was a mean-looking fellow with a good deal of the 382 RECREATION bulldog in him, and when I came up he showed his teeth in a very ungentlemanly manner. By my actions I told him plainly that he was not welcome, but he seemed to have come to stay, and stay he did. Then I tried to be polite, for it occurred to me he might be some relative to my little wife, as I believe a mongrel is related to all dogs; but finally, after several days had passed I made up my mind that relation or no relation, he must go. I did not propose having him hang around any longer, and told him so! Then the fight began. Ye gods, how we did fight! over and over we rolled, the dust blinding my eyes and choking me; several times I felt my strength giving way, for I was but a young dog, but the fighting blood of my race, pure and un- tainted, was in my veins, and I took hold with a firmer grip. I do believe I might have whipped him had not my partner! my wife! she that I had worked so hard for, had taken blows and curses for, had she not turned against me. At first I thought she had joined the fight to help me, and I had renewed courage, but when I found she was actually fighting me, I lost all heart. I gave up, and down I went with both of them on top. In a few minutes this story never would have been written, had it not been for a kind- hearted fisherman who, returning from his day’s work, was passing through the lumber yard, heard the noise and came up just in time. He kicked and beat them off and picked me up a great deal more dead than alive, bleeding from many wounds, broken in spirit, ready to die; he stroked me ten- derly, saying: ‘‘ Poor little fellow, poor little fellow!” bending over me his great kind face, brown from exposure to the sun and nearly covered with a thick, bushy beard. His blue eyes won my confidence at once and I licked the hand that stroked me. I knew he wore heavy boots and coarse trousers such as I hated, for, heretofore, they only meant kicks and bruises to me; for those cruel men who worked along the waterfront wore such clothes, and I always associated them with meanness and cruelty. Even yet I have an almost irresistible desire to snap at the leg covered in that way—but here was an exception. I knew this man could be trusted, so I closed my eyes, laid PYX, B. A, my head on his arm and went home with him. He had a tiny little house with a square of yard in front, all laid out in flower beds, outlined with different kinds of shells. In the middle of this square was the frame and masts of a. boat, the Nancy, as Isaw by the name painted on her. He had filled the boat with earth and planted her full of bright colored flowers; morning-glories ran up her masts and geraniums blossomed fore and aft; on each side were beds, anchor-shaped, all fullof flowers; along the fence which was covered with honeysuckle he had rows of sunflowers and what he called “ holly- hocks.” As we opened the gate a great maltese cat ran to meet us, and a parrot screamed ‘Welcome, ma hearty!” from his cage on the little porch in front. My new friend took me into the house, through a room evi- dently his parlor and bedroom in one. 383 In the kitchen which adjoined everything was, as in the front room, spotlessly clean. He put me down ona bench, got a pan of water and with a soft rag proceeded to wash my wounds, murmuring all the while words of tenderness andreassurance. Whenhe was through he brought me something to eat, but I could not eat; I only wanted to sleep. So he folded a quilt and laid me on it as tenderly as though I had been a babe, and left me to rest. CHAPTER III I JOIN THE UNITED STATES NAVY My master’s name was MacFarland, Captain MacFarland he was called; he was Scotch by birth, a bachelor and a retired sea captain, as any one would judge by his home, with. its boat of flowers and his walls cov- ered with charts. I think he must have been everywhere. He would sit for hours and PYX AND HIS COMPANIONS ON BOARD THE REVENUE CUTTER ‘‘BEAR”’ 384 tell Laddie, that was the cat, and Petro, that was the parrot, and me about his strange adventures on land and sea. Of course, we could not understand all of it, but he liked nothing better than to get down in that great armchair, his pipe in his mouth, Petro on the back of the chair, Laddie on one side and me on the other. Then we four would sit sometimes through a whole evening, he talk- ing and we listening, and when he would get excited with his tale and raise his voice, or strike out with his fist, Laddie would arch his back, I would growl or bark, and Petro would scream: “Aye, aye, ma hearty!” Oh, it was great! and I ought to have been perfectly contented and behaved myself, but a dog who had had so much excitement as I had always known could hardly be ex- pected to be perfectly satisfied with such an uneventful existence. ’Tis true I had a little change, when the Captain would take me with him in his boat Nancy No. 2 and we would be out all day fishing. I enjoyed that immensely, but I had gotten into roving ways, and some days I just could not stay at home. Several times, I am ashamed to say, I got into little fights, and when I would come sneaking home my master showed plainly he disapproved of my conduct. Among the few visitors to our house was a sailor by the name of Howard; he was a gunner on board the United States revenue cutter Bear that often came into port here (she did service in Alaskan waters in sum- mer and came South in winter); he was a right nice sort of a man and my master and he were great friends. One day when he was at our house and my master had been having me do all the cute little tricks he had taught me, the con- versation turned on pets and he asked where Icamefrom. Then mymastertoldhim about finding me half dead in the lumber yard, and as much about me as he knew, ending with: “I expect nothing else but what he will get killed some day, he is such a little fighter, and lately I can’t keep him at home at all.”” Gunner Howard laughed and said: “He ought to live on shipboard—he would have to stay there; better let me see if they don’t want him on our ship; he would help to amuse us with his antics on one of our long cruises.” I presume the Captain gave his consent to RECREATION this plan, for the next day Gunner Howard came back and with him was a very fine looking gentleman, whom he introduced to my master as Mr. Helmat, an officer of the Bear. I liked that man right off, he had a kind face, but I knew by the shape of his jaw that when he said I must do a thing I would have to do it—you know some people affect you that way. Well, we got to be great friends, and I did my best tricks for him, for which he patted me on my head kindly, but went away. I was a little disappointed, as I had begun to think I’d like to be a sailor first- rate. A day or two later he came again, and this time he asked me if I wanted to go with him and I barked my willingness and cheer- fully left the home that had sheltered me in my greatest hour of need. I don’t believe I was ungrateful. I was quite fond of my old master, the Captain, but he was away so much and it was woe- fully stupid to be shut up all day with that tomcat and a screaming parrot. My new master took me at once on board the ship, introduced me to the other dogs, gave me to understand I was to behave myself, and then took me down into his room and showed me where I was to sleep, on the foot of his bed, and there I did sleep every night but two (of which I will tell you later) for over two years—two beautiful happy years. CHAPTER IV I LEARN THE FIRST DUTY OF A SAILOR How different that life on shipboard was from any of my former experiences. But the thing which seemed strangest to me was the way they had of telling the time. Instead of clocks that struck the hour they rang bells; for example, at twelve o’clock they rang eight bells. It was very confusing, but I finally got accustomed to it, and knew what the different bells meant. I lived almost entirely in the officers’ quarters, not the Captain’s, of course, although I called upon him often, and had many a dainty bit from his table. I think it was he who gave me my first taste of champagne. I don’t think much of that stuff, for I noticed folks often act so silly after drinking it. When the Bear was in port during the PYX, winter season we had some fine times; there would be music and singing and the best things to eat! I got so I could always tell when company was expected, for there was such a cleaning up; all the prettiest sofa pillows and hangings were brought out, objectionable things were pushed out of sight and I was always in for an extra wash and rub; for the ladies all liked me, and I BA. 335 treated me rather coldly. I was just dying to do something to attract their attention and I did it. There was an old gray cat on board. My master had taken me up and introduced me; her name was Mascot. He told me I was never to disturb her, but to treat her with the utmost respect; he never said a word about any kittens, and how was I to know; now ““THE FOLKS ARE VERY KIND TO ME’’—ON THE RANCH would go from one chair to the other for a taste of this or a bit of that, and when desert came I had my dish of ice cream with the rest. But I had one experience I did not like very well, although I had no one to blame for it but myself. You see, I had always done pretty much as I pleased, and I liked to have my own way. ‘There were a lot of other dogs on the ship; they had been there before me, and I don’t think they thought much of me, any- way, for to those old sea dogs I was only a small undersized fox terrier. I had been on the ship several months, and they always I’m not partial to kittens excepting as a means of amusement. In the lumber yard the cats gave me my only recreation. I'll confess it was a little hard on the cats, but I enjoyed it. Well, one day I saw Mrs. Mascot curled up on a pile of rope and I thought I would just make a friendly call, so up I jumped, and bless my heart, if there didn’t jump up five little cats all at once. I had not known there was one on board. They had tailsas big around as their bodies, andmighty poor manners, too, for they actually spat in my face. I was so taken aback that for a 386 minute I could only stand and stare, but just then one little fellow jumped down, and then down they all jumped; I don’t know what made me do it—I jumped after them; the other dogs saw it all, forgot their dignity and joined me, and away we all went after the mother and her kittens; it was fun while it lasted, but it didn’t last long, for the sailors whipped the other dogs, and my master caught me and said I must be taught to obey. Well, if that is the way it is taught, I don’t want many lessons. I would a lot rather have been whipped bya | cur bulldog than have the same hand that had petted and stroked me raised in anger against me. The sailors said it was good luck to have kittens born on board, and besides, they wanted them to catch the rats and mice. Bah! I can beat all-the cats at rat catching! | What are a few ship rats compared to the army of them I put to flight in the lumber yard. But I let old Mascot and her family alone after that, excepting when I could get one or more behind something, then I used to stand by the hour and show my teeth, it was. RECREATION such fun, for they were so scared; but I never hurt them, and finally we became great friends. CHAPTER V LOST I HAD been in the Navy over a year when what I am going to tell you happened. Our ship always went south in winter, sometimes as far down as San Diego Bay, when our officers and men forgot the anxi- eties and work of the long summer months and became care free amid the enjoyments of a southern winter. We had wintered at Coronado (the jack rabbits on that island are the finest runners I ever saw) and as there was a lot of extra work to do, we had come north earlier than usual. The trip up, even to me, a dog, seemed very lovely, especially among the islands near Sitka, and I would lie for hours and watch the shores as we passed. I was fast learning to be a gentleman and as every one was so kind to me I almost forgot how to growl. ~ Our captain had warned us to expect a lot of ice, and he was right; each day it got PYX’S MASTER INTRODUCES HIM TO THE AUTOMOBILE PYX, colder and more ice was seen. One night when I was sound asleep on my master’s bed, wrapped up good and warm, I was awakened by a dreadful crash, f ollowed by ereat confusion, and then all was still. No one came to tell me what had happened, my bed was very warm and comfortable, and I was so sleepy I soon forgot all about it; but next morning when I went up on deck I saw a wonderful sight; for a few moments I could see nothing—it was dazzling! for our ship was surrounded by great blocks of ice; we could move neither forward or back- ward, the ice was everywhere. Oh, but it was cold! I often lie now by the grate fire and dream of that ice, and how glad lam when I awake to feel the warmth from the burning coal instead of the icy chill of that morning. I heard the men say we were caught in the ice that had begun to break and melt, but owing to a change in the weather had frozen up again, and that we would have to stay until another thaw came. At first it was rather interesting to watch for walrus or other sea animals that would come up through the crevices in the ice, but after a day or so of that I got tired and restless. Some of the men had gone to hunt, and I, too, began to longforsomeadventure. So one of the other dogs and I decided we would just run up and down awhile, not intending to go beyond sight of the ship; but suddenly I espied the head of some little animal peeping out from behind a block of ice and away we both went. We had been on the ship for so long it seemed so good to stretch our legs. We ran, we jumped, we barked. Oh, what a lark! I turned to ask my dog friend how he liked it, and much to my dismay he was nowhere to be seen; in vain I looked, in vain I barked, no answer came. I looked for the ship, but there was no ship in sight.—I was a lost dog and I sat down and howled. I was hungry, too, and my feet began to burn and hurt. That great white silent world seemed just to contain me, poor little me; how I wished for my nice warm bed and my good hot supper. I have seen times since when I longed for a piece of ice, but just then I would gladly have exchanged the whole world of ice for one nice, warm bone from mymaster’s table. I waswretched. I howled and howled, and away off I heard an an- J swering howl, half invitation, half defiance. Somehow it made my poor little fox-terrier heart go down in my toes, and I wished I was safe back on the Bear. I was not a bit interested just then in the “call of the wild,’ it was home folks I wanted. Have you ever seen the Northern Lights ¢ I never had before, because I had always very properly gone to bed; but that night I had no bed to go to, so, instead, I stood and gazed about me. Something of the awful grandeur and mystery of an Arctic night crept into my little dog mind, and again I howled with a sort of terror of I knew not what, and again came that answering howl; it seemed to meit said: “I come, little brother; I come,” but I had every reason to believe my brothers were living safe, uneventful lives many miles away, and I didn’t want any new relations, so I took to my heels and ran and ran until exhaus- ted I dropped down. : I must have fallen asleep, for when Iawoke it was broad daylight and the sun was mak- ing the ice seem like pinnacles of diamonds. I got up cold and stiff, stretched myself and looked around; ice, ice everywhere, not a living being in sight; I was very cold, and I had sense enough to know I would not get warm by standing still, so I started off on a slow trot. I had no idea what direction to take, I only knew I wanted to be going, and all directions seemed alike to me. I was fearfully hungry, so I kept a sharp look- out for breakfast; once I caught sight of some little creature scurrying along on the ice and I made after it, but he was too quick for me. Along about noon I came across a dead bird; it was not a very dainty mor- sel, but I was hungry and I crouched there on the ice and tore that bird apart like some wild beast, nor did I stop until every vestige of flesh was gone. Then, more than ever, I wanted the water I had been longing for all morning; in vain I licked the ice, it only seemed to add to my thirst. I believe thirst is worse to bear than hunger. I know I would rather have had a nice, fresh drink of water than that bird I had devoured. I stood and gazed in every direction, hoping for a glimpse of my beloved ship, but I could see nothing of it, only the white glare of the icebergs. I knew that night was approaching, and how I dreaded to “be 388 RECREATION alone out in that cold white wilderness. Tam not a coward; I believe in all my short life that awful white solitude was the only thing of which I ever was afraid. All night I wandered about, slowly, cautiously. I heard many strange sounds, but I had learned to lay low and make no response. Again came the beautiful light in the sky, and again the feeling of awe, and what would be reverence, in a human mind, came over me, and I think had I known how, I would have prayed to that God to whom men pray, to watch over me, too, a poor, homeless, little lost dog. I did not sleep much, but finally, just before morning came had a nice little nap, only to awake hun- erier and more wretched than ever. As the morning wore on I again started in my aimless trot; suddenly, as I rounded a berg, I came upon a beautiful red fox, my “‘brother,” I guess, of the night before. I think at first he was as much surprised at our meeting as was I, but at second glance he showed his teeth in a very ugly manner. I snarled back, for I was nervous, hungry, out of sorts, and rather wanted to fight something; so by the time he curled his lip at me again and came crouching toward me, I waited no longer, but sprang at him, right for his throat, and then we closed in on each other. I knew it was to be a battle for life, but my blood was up. I was mad and [ held on tenaciously; he tried in every way to shake me off. He beat and tore me with his paws, we rolled over and over, but still I held on; I seemed to feel I must. I knew if I let go I was gone, and al- though my breath came in jerks, my head swam, my eyeballs seemed bursting, I still held on. I was growing numb; I knew I was bleeding from many wounds, yet I seemed to feelnothing. Theworldhadturned red, there was a buzzing in myears, I thought I was dying—I believe I was dying. I could not have let go then if I wanted, for my jaws were set. Suddenly there was a sharp re- port, I felt the fox quiver, and then all was still. I think I was brought back to life by hear- a voice, the voice of my beloved master, saying: “ Poor little Pyx, ’m afraid you are done for this time.”” But I opened my eyes and did my best to tell him I wasn’t. It was a very fortunate thing for me that my master and the other officer decided to take the route they did that morning in their search for me. They had their rifles with them, hoping to get a shot at a bear ora walrus, and it was my master that fired the shot. They carried me back to the ship, and from the Captain down they showed their joy at seeing me again, and their sorrow at my plight. My master and the ship’s doctor attended to my wounds, but I grew very ill; evidently I had taken cold and pneumonia set in. I was ill for weeks, and it surely was a wonderful thing to see those great strong men, who were so ready to kill their fellow- men, if need be, for their country’s sake, care so tenderly for a poor, sick dog. The ice broke up a few days after they found me. Some of the queer sounds I heard that last night on the ice were made by its cracking, so when I was once again able to go about the deck we were sailing alone in an open sea. I did not have any more experiences that summer, I was so weak and miserable. I doubt if I ever will get over all the bad re- sults of that fight, for even now I never hear the report of firearms but the pain and ter- ror of it all comes back to me, and I run and hide. It may be cowardly, but I can’t help it. My master had the fox skinned and his hide dressed, and when I saw it could no longer do me harm I let him cover me with it at night, when he put me to bed—and a nice, warm cover it made. CHAPTER VI SHOULD AULD ACQUAINTANCE BE FORGOT WE divided our time that winter between San Francisco and Seattle; at the latter place I took the opportunity of visiting my old haunts. I was not supposed to leave the ship alone, but I managed several times to slip away; for I just had to see the old place again. No one knew me and I found many changes. I went first out to the place where I was born. My, but it is a pretty place. I did not get to speak to my mother, though I saw her through the fence: she was very busy looking after a lot of mischievous little fel- PINON gle lows. Evidently she does not believe in race suicide. I watched her for a long time and it was wonderful how kind and patient she was with these youngsters. I hung around for quite a while in hopes I might have a chance to talk with her. I particularly wanted to know if she got a ribbon that time at the show, but it was no use, for after those little chaps had their romp they were hungry, and when I left they were drinking their fill and she was asleep. From there I went to the house where Billy lived, for I had a sort of sneaking long- ing to once again dig in my treasure garden. I guess it was silly for a grown-up dog to have such fancies, but just as you will finger lovingly some book, a doll or toy you had when a child and dream your little dream of the past, so did I long to disinter some of my puppy playthings; but, alas! strangers lived in the house, and another freckled-face boy, not Billy, but just as mean as Billy, swung on the gate and threw a stone at me as I passed. Another day I visited the lumber yard down on the waterfront. Oh, what memor- ies that place brought me: joy, sorrow, love and hate all came to me there. I wandered around in and out among the old piles of lumber, and finally came to the very place where my treacherous wife came so near being the cause of my undoing, and there she was! gnawing a bone, as in the days long past. I could hardly believe my eyes; she looked perfectly natural—a little older, but other- wise unchanged. She did not know me. She came up and spoke to me very politely, but the sound of her voice brought back all the horrors of that day and I turned and fled. Then I went around to the little house that had given me shelter when I was ill and broken-hearted. I found the house with some difficulty, for the surrounding were greatly changed. The fence was broken, the flowers dead, the Nancy falling apart; only the one mast still stuck in the dry brown earth, and on the top of it a lusty rooster was perched, crowing loudly to his wives, who were busily scratch- ing below. The gate hung on one hinge, and as I came up a couple of barefooted, dirty-faced 389 children went through, carrying a basket of freshly-ironed clothing, while from the kitchen—that dear little kitchen—came the cries of a baby and the scolding voice of a woman. I thought my heart would burst! Where, oh, where, was my kind old master ? Where Petro, where Laddie ? I was turning away when I heard a low mew, and looking around I saw a big, raw- boned cat, as unkempt as the house, as dirty as its inmates; but there was something familiar in the arch of his neck. Surely, I thought, I have seen this cat before. He seemed friendly as I went up to him, and our joy was mutual when we recognized each other—for it was my old friend, Laddie. He told me the master had gone away as usual to fish one day; there was a big storm and he never came back. Laddie said he and Petro were in the house alone for days; finally, Petro died in his cage of hunger; but Laddie managed to find enough to keep alive. One day some people came and took all the furniture away; the house was empty for quite a while and then these people came. Laddie said he hung around the place still because it was all the home he had ever known, but he wished he had a home as good as I seemed to have, for I looked so fat and sleek. I told him I was still on the ship, and after making him promise he would behave like a gentleman, I said I would take him there, too, but that he must first clean himself up. When we reached the Bear the dogs and cats all stood around and stared (he was a sight to those well-groomed fellows), but I whispered to them his hard luck story, and they rose to the occasion; for nearly every one of them had been down on his luck at some time, and as sorrow makes the world akin, so in this case we all became brothers, and they gave him a hearty welcome. CHAPTER VII I HAVE AN ADVENTURE When spring came we once more set sail for Alaska and the Siberian coast. We had a delightful trip; the season was early and we had no difficulties with the ice. Several times our boat anchored by a little 390 Esquimaux town and I had the opportunity of seeing their mode of life, their people, and, better still, to meet some of the hard- working, intelligent dogs of that far North country. They were a queer lot, those great raw- boned, furry creatures. I was almost afraid of them; to be sure, I could stand on my head, speak when I wanted anything or dance for a bone, and they could not. It was a wonderful sight to me to see them harnessed ready to pull their load. The food they ate, great chunks of raw fat and dried fish, at first seemed repulsive to me, but one day an ugly, fat old woman offered me a piece of the meat when I was out walking with my master and he gave it to me; it had a funny smell, but it tasted pretty good. I guess one has to cultivate the taste for it, like with strong cheese and the little fish eggs my master eats on toast; at any rate, I seemed to be cultivating it, for one day as I lay on the deck, the breeze brought me that queer, funny smell and I wanted a piece of that meat the worst kind. I knewI should not leave the boat, but I did want to see if I could find a bit, so I thought I would go just a little way. Once started, I forgot all about time, there were so many interesting things to see; you have no idea how unlike ours is an Esquimaux town; they have no electric cars to be afraid of, no horses to dodge. Oh! it was delightful. I met some of the great dogs; we rubbed noses, for I put on my very best manners and took pains to let them see I greatly ad- mired them. They told me, in a rather con- descending way, to be sure, of their wonder- ful journeys over ice and snow, of the hard- ships and suffering and the bitter cold winters, often on short rations, until I felt so sorry for them and so glad I was only a little fox terrier and didn’t have to live in an Esquimaux village. I wandered around for quite a while and then started back to the ship. On the way I passed the queer little house where the ugly fat woman lived that gave me the meat that time Iwas with my master. There she stood, as ugly as ever; she held in her hand a most delicious smelling morsel and offered it to me coaxingly. Now, I knew I should not take it. I had RECREATION been carefully taught never to accept any overtures from a stranger, but I was hungry and it did smell so good I thought I would just nab it and run, but as I reached for the meat the old hag reached for me and in spite of my snarls and growls, before I knew it I was inside that smoky, dirty hut she called home, and she had very dexterously slipped over my head a noose in the end of a rope made of walrus skin; there was no use trying to get away, for the more I struggled and pulled on that rope the tighter it got about my neck, until finally I was glad to le quiet. Then, when it was too late, how I re- pented me of my wilfulness and how I longed for the clean deck of the Bear. She put down by me several choice bits of the meat, but my appetite was gone and it no longer tempted me. The smell made me sick. I lay there hour after hour. I wondered how things were on the ship. I knew it was getting near dinner time. I thought of the savory smells coming up from the kitchen below. I thought of my good, kind master and of all my friends on the boat. I even longed for the old cat, although my nose at that moment bore evidence of the sharpness of her claws—but I loved them all then. I was so miserable I cried. It was getting late, I knew, by the shad- ows, and the old hag dropped the hide cur- tain that served her for a door and fastened it securely with thongs. Then she lit a vile- smelling sort of candle which she set on the table and with a piece of the same meat she had offered me, she lay down on a pallet of skins and munched and munched with evi- dently great enjoyment. After what seemed to me hours, she commenced to snore, and I knew my time had come, so I began to gnaw at my rope. Once the old woman came over to see if I was allright. I pretended to be asleep and she gave a satisfied grunt and laid down again. I waited a while and then went to work harder than ever. I was afraid morn- ing would come before I got through, for these summer nights in the Arctic regions are very short, but finally the rope yielded and I knew I was free. The floor of the hut was of dirt and I had no difficulty in scratch- ing a hole under the walrus curtain large PYX, b. A. 201 enough to crawl through. I was a little careless, however, and made more noise than I should, I suppose, for the old woman awakened, and when she saw me digging she rushed for the opening. But I was too quick for her; out I wriggled and away I ran, nor did I stop until I was safe aboard the ship and whining at my master’s door. He was as glad to see me as I was to see him. He told me I was a bad dog. I dropped my stump of a tail and agreed with him. He said I needed a whipping. I put on my most abject air. I said as plain as a dog could that I was sorry, and he—bless ~ his dear, kind heart—he patted me and said we would take the whipping—next time. CHAPTER VIII. I FIND A NEW HOME I think my master and I were both glad when we found we were to winter that year at Coronado, way down on the southern coast of California. We had both been there before, and we liked it. So one bright, beautiful day—nearly all the days are bright and beautiful there—we sailed into the harbor of San Diego and anchored on the Coronado side. — I was very anxious to get out and see if I could find any of my old friends, and most particularly did I want to get after the jack rabbits on North Island. J had a few days of absolute freedom, in which I met some old friends, made some new ones and had five beautiful fights. And then, much to my disgust, I found I was expected to be a trim, respectable ship dog again, with a bath every other day, and all the rest of it. I was told I was going on a visit and must behave my best. That afternoon a young lady took me away in a nice carriage. We drove onto a big boat and through many streets up to her home. I had never been in San Diego before, so the ride on the boat and all the rest of it was interesting, and I enjoyed it greatly. The people at the young lady’s home were very kind to me, but I was not at all interested in them, so I watched my chance and slipped out and started off for the ship. I felt pretty sure of my way, for I had kept my eyes open as we drove up. I found the place where we left the ferry-boat with little trouble, but there was no boat there, only the great stretch of water, and away over on the other side was my home, the Bear. I laid down to think what I had better do. I was afraid I could not swim so far, but I was just about to try when I saw a boat coming and recognized the ferry. I went aboard, laid down under a seat until she touched the Coronado side and then trotted off and i WO Wee Slwjo, Gxyoecuuny, on Cowiises sabi master would be delighted to see me. But somehow he did not seem very glad and mumbled something about some dogs not knowing a good thing when they saw it. He could not have referred to me, because I knew a good thing. Hadn’t I proved it by my return to the Bear? About a week later my master called me over to him and as I jumped up in his lap and he took my face between his hands he said, ‘* Pyx, little fellow, look at me; listen. I have something to tell you.” Then he told me he was going to leave the Bear—that he had been given other duty and he could not take me with him. He did not want to leave me on the Bear, with any of the other officers, as he feared another cold such as I had had would finish me. He told me of the beautiful home he had found for me, and how he knew I would be happy in this sunny southland. We hada regular heart to heart talk; I tried with my eyes to tell him I understood and would do all he wanted me to do. So he took me over to San Diego to the people I had run away from; he gave me to understand I was to stay there, mind my mistress and be a credit to him. It was awfully hard to have him go, and I think he felt pretty bad to leave me, but I made up my mind I would be good and stay, and I have. ihestollcwareivenacandytomnie) i shave everything a dog can wish for and am very happy. I sometimes miss the life on the ship, my friends there and the moving from place to place, but here I take long rides in the automobile, go out into the country to a place they call the Ranch, where I can chase the rabbits and squirrels all I want, and sometimes we go out in the boat on the bay, and again I smell the salt sea and bark my fill at the gulls and pelicans. 302 RECREATION There is a grand old setter here, Guy is his name; he is over fourteen years old, a fine, dignified old gentleman, too old to hunt now, but he likes nothing better than to spin yarns into my willing ears about his retriev- ing days. Then there is Taro, the Japanese spaniel, who has only been in this country three months; my mistress brought him home with her. At first he could not understand a of the war bulletins, exclaimed: ‘My poor country, what more can I spare for thee!”’ Just then, so Taro said, he got up and trotted over to her, trying to show her how he loved her in her distress, and she, catching him up cried: “He has shown me my duty! Til do it! Vl do it!” Taro couldn’t imag- ine what she meant, but a day or two after a lady came into the shop, there was some conversation, he was called and then the SNUG HARBOR ON THE RANCH—DINNER TIME word we spoke, his education in the English language being sadly neglected. He was born in Yokohama and was a great pet in the home of an old Japanese merchant and hiswife. They had lost their two sons in the war with China, and Taro said when war was declared against Russia the couple mourned because they had no sons to send to the great Mikado, and, alas! the old merchant was too old to go; so they gave the best of all they had. But the cruel war kept on and they could spare no more, for they were old and they could not starve. One day the old lady, after reading one lady gave his mistress some money, and after a final hug from his dear old mistress he was led away. Such is the patriotism of the Japanese. I can hardly blame Taro for being so con- ceited over his people, as he calls them, and I ‘sincerely hope they won: tom aiethe women love their country so, how strong must be the feelings of her men. Taro is perfectly reconciled to being away; he says he has a much better time here in America and he loves his new mistress de- votedly. Before my mistress took him away from his home in Yokohama she asked PV a AG what his name meant and his old mis- tress said: “Taro means great man, a hero; in your country you call them George Washington.” He is a very handsome little fellow, with beautiful manners; he and I have been great friends from the first moment we met. But the greatest happiness of my life came to me after I had been in this new home a few months. One day my mistress took me with her to call on a friend. This lady has a very fine fox terrier called But- tons. The lady is an army officer’s wife, and named her dog after the brass buttons of the army, at least so she laughingly said, and I guess it isso. He has the cutest little.sword that he has been taught to hold up when she tells him to ‘Present arms.” He is larger than lam, but wearemarked nearlythe same. That afternoon as our two mistresses were busy talking—my, but can’t the ladies talk fast when they get together ?>—Buttons and I had a fine romp around the palms, and then we laid down in the shade to rest and visit a while. I asked him if he had always lived in California. He said: - “No, indeed. I was born in Seattle.” “Why,” I exclaimed, ‘“‘so was I!” And then I told him when and where I was born, and we found we were brothers! He re- membered well when he and the rest of them went to the bench show and I was left behind. I asked him if they got the ribbon, and he said: “Bet your life, there wasn’t a thing there could touch us.”’ He said he often wondered what had become of me. He was taken away a few weeks after the show and lived for some time at the Presidio at San Francisco, and then his master was sent south and he, of course, came too. He said he didn’t like the army very well, there was too much moving around; by the time he got settled and had begun to feel at home he would have to trot. However, I think he is pretty proud of it all, for you see, he is a lieutenant; yes, Lieutenant Buttons is on his collar and on his sword. I gave him, as briefly as I could, a history of my life from the time I left our mutual NR SN; y PTET 7, VE: TOTTI 393 home to date, and I was surprised to see what an interesting tale it made. So I re- solved I would write my autobiography; for if Buttons was a lieutenant I was determined to be something, too. I think Pyx, B.A., would look well; most folks would think it meant Bachelor of Arts, but, of course, I know it means Bum Author; but I was determined not to be outdone by my stylish brother. He seemed real glad to hear of our mother, and we parted that afternoon both much happier for our knowledge of each other. Since then, we are as much together as our respective mistresses will allow, but I live in daily dread of his being ordered away. Now there is but little more to tell. My life is so quiet, so easy; each day brings me only added comfort and pleasure; my past with its many adventures, furnishes me thought food for many a dreamy hour. Lately I have not been very well; that old cough has come back, and now I realize how kind was my master when he found me this good home, for I know I am infinitely better off here in sunny California than up on the Arctic seas. But I often think of that beautiful light in the sky—of its grandeur, its mystery, and of the strange feelings that vibrated through me as I gazed, and I won- der if I will ever see the like again. Perhaps in the great Somewhere the Artist reproduces all the things he has made, mak- ing them more beautiful, far better, and surely my little dog mind is just as much His handiwork as are the Northern Lights. Maybe I, too, will live again, who knows ? Pyx, B.A. ‘““Why not? In Heaven’s inheritance Space must be cheap where worldly light In boundless, limitless expanse Rolls grandly far from human sight. He who has given such patient care, Such constancy, such tender trust; Such ardent zeal, such instincts rare, And made you something more than dust, May yet release the speechless thrall At death—there’s room enough for all.” Ti Ce Malle el SW plea Rs JIN. aml saree st SSS ANS \\S ‘“ THESE FORESTS INVITE YOU”’ CALIFORNIA TREES AND BIRDS The Forests ILLUSTRATED FROM DRAWINGS BY ELOISE J. HE redwood forests of the Coast Range are surely the abodes of beauty— beauty of flower, fern, brook and tree. j These forests invite “Wi g| Tes it were, to walk in them. Bhiey. fairly coax — you away from the noisy highways. ines is nothing to frighten or disturb you here—nothing to overawe, but many, many things to soothe, to fill ‘with joy, to quicken interest, to inspire love. Small ferns, making soft your rocky rest- ing place, delicate maidenhair ferns to weave tapestries for you to love, huge wood- wardians for you to admire and wonder at, brooks for you to drink from or to bathe in, flowers for you to rejoice over, noble trees to shield you from the fierce sun, birds to sing to you. Everything seems to welcome you, uniting to make your visit a happy one. What is the spirit here which so charms ? When you walk in the dense parts you feel as if you were in a cathedral, but when you look out into a sunny opening, it seems as if one more step and the heart of fairyland will be reached! Here is the fern-covered source of a brook. Is it the place where the queen of the fairies renews her youth each morning, or is it the baptismal font of a grand cathedral? Are these flowers dancing fairies or the decoration on Nature’s altar ? Do these tall trees form the walls of a fairy palace, or the aisles ofa temple? Is fairy- land flourishing in the midst of a cathedral ? It seems so. We are told that these redwoods (Sequoia sempervirens) reach up so far into the sky that they may the better gather the moisture of the high regions to give it again to the profusion of growing things around them. There is always a dense growth of mois- ture-loving plants and shrubs in a sequoia forest. One finds the sorrel, pyrola, wood- ROORBACH. land flower of Bethlehem, orchids, brilliant clintonias, huckleberry, hazels, thimble- berry, ferns and many other flowers and shrubs, seeking the moisture gathered and conserved by these stately trees. Delicacy is the chief characteristic of everything in Coast Range forests. How different is the beauty of the Sierra Nevada Range—the snowy range. These forests do not seem to invite nor coax you to enter and enjoy, but rather do they almost dare you to trespass. As you leave the lower country and press eastward and upward into the Sierra Range, you leave all familiar things behind. From the time you enter the first hills and see ridge after ridge of pine-covered, mist-weathered peaks, you feel as if you were entering, uninvited, a country where you are not wanted. You are almost afraid to breathe. You do not so much notice the flowers now, for the most noble of all vegetation—the giant trees —make you forget all else. Yellow pines, incense cedars, the Sequoia gigantea that you pass exceed in grandeur all other trees. Upward still you climb, among the giant spruces, firs and ridge- loving sugar-pines. You no longer feel as if you were among the fairies, nor in temples where gods are worshiped, but you feel as if you were in the presence of the gods themselves. Such a noble company to be with! You walk reverently, as if among your superiors—yet who would choose to be with inferiors ? Snow-clad mountain-tops, tempestuous torrents, still nights, storms and mighty winds are to be found in this Sierra Range. Everything is rugged, strong, large. Strong shadows, strong lights, huge branches, immense trees—wildness, freedom, fresh- ness, vigor, is the song of these forests. The few flowers found in these high regions are generally highly-colored. As, for instance, the snow-plant, so ‘often LQG LOE Yy yyy gy tig Y . . . RIDGE AFTER RIDGE OF PINE-COVERED, MIST-WEATHERED PEAKS” CALIFORNIA TREES AND BIRDS written of. It is the most brilliant red, tipped with even more brilliant red, if such a thing can be. It glows like a living flame in these rather sombre forests. There are, of course, some quiet-colored, nun-like flowers, as_ the pipsissewa, but they impress one as visitors here and not as natives. The ground is quite covered with needles and myriads of the small cones of the fir and spruce. The shapely cones of the sugar-pine are the largest of all the cones and are of a beautiful rich brown color. When you desire Nature in her most sweet, most lovely, most charming self, go to the forests of the Coast Range. But when you desire Nature in her most grand, most noble, most inspiring self, go to the forests of the Sierra Range, and you will not be disappointed. Eloise J. Roorbach. Some Birds of the Spring T IS not hard for the resident of the cold Eastern States to tell when spring has come. The melting of the snow, the thawing of the ground, the passing of the ice out of the rivers, and the coming of the birds, all proclaim that winter is over and warmer days are at hand. Though some of the birds are courageous enough to brave the wintry blasts, the majority of them go south until the cold weather is past, when they return to their old haunts in the north and are there heralded with delight, for they are forerunners of warmer weather—harbingers of spring. In Southern California, where the sea- sons so merge into one another that it is hard to tell where one ends and the other begins, I doubt me if a person blindfolded and set down in Los Angeles could tell whether it was fall, winter or spring. It might even confuse them to tell whether it was winter or summer, so many of our win- ter days are as warm as our summer ones. Here in California, as in the colder East, the birds proclaim the coming of spring. To the average person, perhaps, they do not mark it so distinctly here as in the East, because there are always birds with us, many species remaining here throughout the 397 year and coming commonly about our homes. The mocking birds, the brown towhees, the black phoebes, the goldfinches, housefinches, butcherbirds and: blackbirds are daily winter visitors that do not leave with the coming of spring. The white- crowned sparrows and the beautiful Audu- bon warblers are two friendly birds that come to the table set for them in the winter, but leave for northern parts in April, and no matter what the weather, we know that it is spring. Though we are loath to lose our winter visitors, their places are taken by many beautiful birds that come to build their nests and raise their young throughout a long summer. Two of the earliest, as well as the love- liest, of our spring arrivals are the orioles. While throughout the East and Middle West the Baltimore and orchard orioles are the two common varieties, the Arizona hooded and Bullocks are the two common Western species in Los Angeles and vicinity. They are both gorgeous birds, the Bullocks resembling the Baltimore oriole, having much the same notes and character- istics. The hooded oriole is, if possible, handsomer than the Bullocks, having the same gay colors. This bird received its name from the yellow patch which covers the entire head and ends in a black spot under the throat. This handsome fellow looks as if he might have thrown a gay mantilla over his head and fastened it under his chin. Though so different from the orchard oriole in coloring, he is said to resemble his Eastern cousin in habits. The black-headed grosbeak is another showy bird that appears at about the same time as the orioles. The male has a deep rufous breast, black head, back and wings, the latter marked by conspicuous white bars. Though quite different in coloring from his Eastern cousin, the rose-breasted grosbeak, this Western bird is, in my esti- mation, equally attractive. A noisy chattering, a flash of gray and yellow, proclaims the arrival of the Arkan- sas kingbirds. These birds are known to the small boys as “‘bee-martins,”’ because it was commonly supposed that they ate the bees. We now know that, if anything, it is the drones, not the working bees, that they take. These birds are quite different in color 5 399 from the Eastern kingbirds and are not the fighters that the Eastern species has the reputation of being. They defend their nests, which they delight to build about telephone poles, but otherwise are at peace with all birdkind. ““Skee-e-e! Skee-ee!” trills a bird from the depth of a live oak tree, and you know, before he has been good enough to come out and show his pretty self, that it is a spurred towhee, a bird which is similar to the East- ern chiwink. He is so beautiful and ‘so Oriental, with his black head, back and wings with white markings, rufous sides, white breast and red eyes, that you see no resemblance to his cousin—the California: towhee—until he flies, and then you see that he goes with the same bobbing, jerky motion that the commoner bird has. ‘These California towhees are plain brown birds whose friendly way of staying about the dooryard has caused them to sometimes be called _‘‘brown robins.”’ Their habit of always saying, ‘‘Chip! chip!” has given them the cognomen of “‘chippies.”” ‘Though this thin note is about the only one they use throughout the greater part of the year, in the spring and early summer they have a song which, if not beautiful, is better than the monotonous chipping. A flash of most brilliant blue, relieved by bars of white on wings, dashes by you, and you involuntarily exclaim: ‘‘The lazuli bunting—how beautiful!” This brilliant bird replaces the indigo bunting of the East, and as you watch it dart about you are in- clined to think. it more beautiful than even the orioles. There is another beautiful bird which is only a tourist in Los Angeles, stopping (as so many human tourists do) only for a short sojourn on his way farther north. This bird is the Louisiana or Western tanager. His yellow body, black wings and tail and red head make him a fit emblem for the Cali- fornia Audubon Societies, whose button he adorns. Beside all these larger birds who are not chary of showing themselves, there are dozens of small warblers, flycatchers and vireos, many of whom, like the tanagers, are only migrants, paying us a passing visit as they work their way into the mountains or some other locality. RECREATION Among these smaller birds the warblers are the handsomest. They are also the most aggravating to study, for they are con- stantly on the move, and delight in the large oak trees, which have such dense foliage that one cannot look into them. One of the most attractive of these feathered mites is the black-throated grey warbler. He is a quiet little midget and seems to go about in the trees so intent upon. finding small green caterpillars that he has no time to waste in song. As you catch a glimpse of him among the green leaves, he seems an animated bundle of black and white stripes, and you hold your breath lest you scare him away. The pileated warbler is a gay little fellow with his yellow robe and black cap, The warbling vireos, though somber little birds, are so trustful, hunting in the trees beside one and singing so cheerfully, that one falls in love with them at once. The Western house wren is not the sociable, jolly good fellow that the Eastern house wren is—still he sings and acts enough like his-far-away cousin to carry one back to their childhood days, when Cali- fornia was a far-distant paradise to dream about. . 3 The phainopepla is one of California’s most princely birds, and no record of our Western birds would be complete without him. He does not return north as early as many of our feathered friends, so when we see him winging his way through the air—a pepper tree his objective point—we are sure that spring is fully established. It matters not though a recent snow has made our mountains white and brought a wintry chill to the atmosphere, if this glorious black bird has made you a visit it is surely spring, no matter what the other indications. The phainopepla—of the waxwing family —in size and form resembles the mocking bird, and is, indeed, sometimes called the black mocking bird. But in actions he is a decided contrast to the mocker, being a quiet, dignified acting bird, never scolding in the noisy way the mocking bird so often does. The plumage of the male phaino- pepla is a glossy, iridescent black, the only bit of color being the large patches of white on the wings, which show only when the bird flies. But the thing that gives him his \ \ QQ NN NOW’’ Ss) OWE — =| 4 “4 OuEUE E FE INOIC VME bd WW ““vYOU DO NOT SO MUC AQAA CCC MG A \\ \ ~~ NGQOUE ‘ “TS IT THE BAPTISMAL FONT OF A GRAND CATHEDRAL P”’ CALIFORNIA TREES AND BIRDS distinguished appearance is his crest of black feathers which stand up high above his head and sometimes tip far forward, giving him at such times a jaunty, piquant appearance. The female has the crest, but is a dark drab color and does not have the distinct white wing patches. The phaino- pepla’s call note is a rich, liquid one, not unlike one note of the robin. His song is a very sweet one, though so low that one must be near-by and give strict attention to hear it. While throughout the Eastern States the ruby throat is the only species of humming bird, California is blest with many varieties, six nesting within her borders and two coming as migrants. The Anna humming bird is the largest and commonest, remaining all the year around, coming tamely about our yards and building near our homes in trustful confi- dence. One of the delightful surprises about this tiny bird is his song. I have watched one of them for the greater part of an after- noon and the most of the time he sat on one 4Or particular twig and sang his squeaky, rasp- ing song—a song resembling some large insect more than that of a bird. Yet the tiny singer enters with such evident joy into the performance that one cannot help but rejoice with him. All of our other humming birds go south for the winter, so that when we see a tiny black-chinned hummer in our yard we have another proof that spring has come. One can easily understand why the East- ern birds go south for the winter, but why need they do so in California, where it is warm enough for them, and it would seem as if there might be food enough? Is it a part of their inheritance, I wonder, this being drawn back and forth in a climate where it would seem that they might remain at all times? Whether inheritance or food supply, the fact remains that our birds leave us for the winter months, and when they choose to return to us we know that spring has arrived. Harriet W. Myers.* *Chairman Bird Committee, Outdoor Section of the Civic Federation of Los Angeles. al THE WHOLE WORLD IS GLAD BY CAROLINE B. LYMAN Who’d frown or sigh Would you—would I? Living is joy now the spring days are come! Who would be sad ? The whole world is glad Under the kiss of a glorious sun! Who would not give A deal more to live When the buds cast off their tiny brown coats? Who would not wake With early daybreak When first is heard robin’s glad, warbled notes ? FIG. 8o. FRANK VILLAGE, ST. GEORGE’S BAY GLIMPSES OF NEWFOUNDLAND The Story of a Trip Through the Country of the Bluenoses BY L. P. NATACAP T WAS a very sincere compliment to the ur- gency of the climate in Newfoundland that led the cynical observers to emphasize the color of the noses of its inhab- itants. And yet it was a comment prompted more by imitation than by a due regard to ex- isting conditions. New- foundland is certainly cold, and its coldness in winter reaches to the bottom of the mercury tube, and too frequently sets its irrevers- ible and closing seal upon the doors of life. But so vigorously and triumphantly rebellious against all suppression is the blood of a Newfoundlander that it seems to gather, by the very violence of its own mutiny against extinction, directly in the end of the Newfoundland nose, and to paint it with the blazing carmine of its winter sunsets. No one would be accred- ited with much truthfulness or much ob- servation if, on a raw day in winter in the streets of St. John’s, he described the noses of its inhabitants as blue, and it makes little difference to the unprejudiced chron- icler of facts whether the reversal or sup- pression of that color was due to health or strong drink. To most of us who know only of New- foundland in summer, when the fresh winds, the short, cool nights, the days of renewal, the elixir of its winnowing west breezes, the fragrance of its meadows, the wildness, the forlorn and yet fascinating monotony of its moors, the deep shadowy GLIMPSES chill of its ravines, the piercing brine of its coasts and the soft caresses of its infiltra- ting fogs, have, one and all, raised the pall of years and started again the springs of youth and hope; to such Newfoundland is not the land of blue noses, is not to be thought of under the aspersive reflection of humiliating ridicule. It remains in their memory a panorama of beautiful pictures, and if it has, just carelessly enough, too, stimulated a little vanity by letting us catch its fish, or slay its caribou, shall it be the less remembered with affection ? It was a surprise to find the forward quarters of our steamer (the Silvia, Red Cross Line, Erie Basin, Brooklyn) loaded to repletion with barrels of cabbages, and the fact of their destination for St. John’s, which the guide books had, with customary leniency of statement, made the centre of a fertile and agricultural Community, was at first (Fig. 1) perplexing. Later experiences acquainted us with the fallibility of the guide books and the uncompromising na- _ture of Newfoundland soil and climate. Still it has been a just cause for reproach to their island by ambitious and progressive colonists that its thin unavailabilities in the way of field and garden products have not been more exhaustively developed. Too attentive a confidence to the genial authors of the guide books might nurture the ex- pectation that oranges, guava and pine- apples would some day be listed in the island’s exports, but it is reasonable to ex- LG eZ THE CLIFF OF NOTRE DAME OF NEWFOUNDLAND 403 FIG. I. CABBAGES FOR NEWFOUNDLAND pect at present a more generous yield of kitchen vegetables. We landed at Port-au-Basques (the name summons a picture of the old invasions of the island by the French and Spanish fishermen) in a cold, dripping fog, which slowly rolled up in clouds and left the gleaming rocks and interstitial patches of grass wet and cool. The sun.crept along the edges of the retiring mist and, like un- folding visions, the distant mountains came to view, ribboned or dotted with banks of perennial snow. Port-au-Basques is a lane of water between a cold gneissoid ridge and the mainland, and as we looked over the sides of the vessel, somewhat mournfully, the first impressions of this boreal region were certainly novel; the strange, barren, rocky shores, all the more desolate and alien be- cause of the cold mists that clung to their gray outlines, the fresh, vivid patches of grass at the shore, descending in places almost to the water’s edge, and the plain, shingled, fishermen’s houses with their indispensable cod “flakes,” made singular RECREATION FIG. 3. THE LONG RANGE MOUNTAINS pictures. There was something homelike and familiar, however, about the custom- house officer, and our temporary discomfi- ture changed to a reasonable reaction of pleasure at meeting a transplanted Ameri- can custom. The in- spectors were politic, affable and agreeably considerate. There is no desire, discover- able or expressed, to limit the breadth and depth of the tide of tourists. It is quite clearly realized that the tourist is a kind of RICH 5. ambulatory Pactolus, whose approach is wel- comed with expectations and his departure marked by an improved bank account. THE RAVAGES OF FIRE FIG. 4. IN THE LONG RANGE Port-au-Basques, besides being a port of entry, is the western terminus of the Reid Railroad, which runs northward to Bay of Islands, thence crosses the island to Notre Dame Bay, and then passes southward to St. John’s, on the pen- insula of Avalon, at the southeastern ex- tremity of the island. Without enlarging on it, it is quite plain what immeasurable benefits have been bestowed upon the widely-separated com- munities along the coast of Newfoundland by this railroad, and it would poorly become the natural gratitude of the traveler to recall its some- FIG. If. SIDING ON REID RAILROAD FIG. 6. LUXURIANT WATER HEMLOCK GLIMPSES OF NEWFOUNDLAND FIG.12- TOWERING UPWARD BEHIND THE FOREST what struggling and accidental service. It was a bold undertaking creditably com- pleted. As the train moved out from Port-au- Basques it crossed a wide alluvial plain, with the steep wall, of the Long Range Mountains (elevation seldom exceeding 2,000 feet) onthe east, UGmMenTeLescent waves under the whip of a cold wind rolling in over a wide marge of sand on the west. The sea was slowly left behind us, disappearing behind intervening prom- inences, and soon we were compelled, by the charm and beauty of the rounded, interlocked and sculptured hills to watch the rapidly changing picture onthe east, where we saw the developing valley of the Little Codrov River. We saw its cat- FIG. 15. DRIFT BOULDERS 405 FIG. 13. A VIEW OF KITTY’S BROOK tered settlements (some of them most fragile and extemporized shelters), its intervale of meadows and upland leading our inspection to the crowding woodland of balsam and spruce at the roots of the rampart of hills, where for a little space it struggled up the declivities, and sensi- bly mingled its dis- couraged edges with the bare summits of the whale-backed, in- tersected and notched archean plateau. (Fig. 2.) The best stopping place in this section, if accessibility to the mountains is con- sidered desirable, is at the Tompkins farmhouse and _ hostelry. There are guides, every convenience for reaching the salmon-pools, and the inesti- mable advantage of having the Long Range within reach,which for study, collecting and FIG. 18. A YOUNG ICEBERG 406 RECREATION blanketed with moss (sphag- num), while desolate fields of broken, splintered rock, quite bare, lie in waste expanses, where nothing living can be observed. Marshes, wet, con- cealed bottoms, lakes and boggy tracts, with ghastly intervals of dead bleached scrub, diversify these uplands or tundra, and down the gulches, in the bold profile-eroded and excavated “bays,” the streams pour in cascades from the melting snows. ‘There was one beau- tiful recess, with very pre- cipitous walls clothed at their sharp edges, where they broke upon the upland, with grass and recreation seemed to the writer the most herbs, and more densely and inextricably delectable part of Newfoundland. Some hidden in birch and alder further down, of the pleasantest moments, the most exhilarating, inspiring and eye-satisfying walks were spent on these rolling and diversified uplands. (Figs. 3 and 4.) The tops of the mountains are here close at hand, though their actual attainment dissipates first im- pressions. The Codroy (or Little Codroy, in distinction from Grand River,. flowing through the next valley to the west) is a fresh-water stream winding in graceful curves through a valley of meadow-land, golden with large and most radiant hawk- weed and buttercups, with rat- tlebox in clusters, and thick, high, waving grass, full in places of campanula and habenaira. Thewoods—balsam, fir and spruce—trise beyond the mea- dows, and, in a short space, from behind the foothills, the steep mountains ascend to moderate altitudes, their tops almost bare of trees, or else furnishing dense thickets of .low balsam; the traveler wanders over broad shoulders, covered with meadows of long grass, holding sub-arctic flowers—here may be gathered Se Viola selkirki—or spongily FIG. 7. FISHERMEN’S BOATS OFF THE ‘‘ TREATY’? SHORE FIG.I4. KITTY’S BROOK, A VEHEMENT AND ROCK-STREWN STREAM GLIMPSES OF NEWFOUNDLAND where theyenclosed a slumbering meadow. ‘Three separate rills poured down the splintered rocky chasm—one the overtlow of a distant lake, blue, like a sap- DHikewineine Caribou, barrens— their movement in bounds and cascades, betrayed by shimmer- ing reflections of light. A tall pinnacle of rock rose from a narrow ledge on the lip of this romantic recess, and from this viewpoint the whole picture, in- expressibly beautiful, chaste, re- mote and absorbing, could be reflectively scrutinized. The Long Range is an old axis of elevation. It belongs to the great archean complex, which has been so widely emphasized and described as the nucleal mass of the North American continent. It is a crystal- line aggregate of schists and gneisses, en- closing granite areas. In Newfoundland the entire western and northwestern exten- sion of the island, from a line crossing from FIG. 10. FIG. 9. “ERODED AND SCULPTURED INTO SPHEROIDAL PROMINENCE” 497 WAREHOUSES, ST. GEORGE’S BAY Bonavista Bay on the north to Fortune Bay on the south, is a Laurentian terrace, while the peninsulated southeastern ap- pendage of Avalon—holding St. John’s— is Huronian, viz., slates, quartzites and con- glomerates. Around the edges of both and, in the former, with deep interior em- CREATION ~ 1 4 RI D 40 AVd HNVG AALON NI ‘1? ‘Old THLOH AHL YVAN ‘OI ‘Old SSHUNYACTIM SSHTILNVNGL LSONTVY AHL NI MVaadd V “OL “Olt XG GG SEK GLIMPSES OF NEWFOUNDLAND bayments, sedimentary rocks of later for- mations have been laid down, from the Cambrian, through Ordovician, to Upper Silurian, Devonian, sub-carboniferous, and coal measures. The topographic lines of Newfoundland are quite significantly northeast and south- west and faults, valleys, river basins, lakes, hill ridges, even the axes of coast dis- section, in the bays, indentations and har- bors, affect these prevalent directions. Many pages could be devoted to the geological suggestions and to the natural “features of Little River and the Long - Range, and more to the insect life, which at this point, so far as the writer could see, exceeded in variety and abundance that of the stations farther north, unless it was at Sandy Point, St. George’s Bay, where a handsome catch of cicindellidae rewarded _ a little patience and agility. Caribou range over the uplands as far south as this point, though at a later time in the year, and the ptarmigan here mixes its white plumage with the scurrying snows. : The affliction of fire has dealt sorely with Newfoundland. No more common sight is met, as the tourist wanders over this island, than stretches. of white posts—gaunt, leaf- less, sometimes mutely pathetic with ex- tended arms—the dead trunks of trees. (Fig. 5.) The ravages of fire have been most serious. In the northern sections they have encompassed the little villages, while the swirling smoke has penetrated the houses and barns and killed, by suffocation, the cattle. The fire burns, under some provocations, with a consuming ferocity, burrowing into the ground and licking off the baked rocks their thick coverings of moss. At Lewisport, a year ago, every in- habitant, except the sherifi—Mr. Young— had placed his household goods out of doors, expecting an immediate decamp- ment, so vast and menacing was the en- croachment of the fire from the surround- ing woods. Amongst the pleasant recollections of Codroy, the picture of the luxuriant water- hemlock (Cicuta) returns with insistent grace. (lig. 6.) This beautiful umbellifer grew in profusion in places, of amazing proportions, forming miniature forests, crowding its snowy masses of flowers 409 against each other—erect domes over the green terraces of deeply incised leaves be- neath them. After leaving Codroy (Little River), the railroad carried us through a tangled, often rather ragged and desperate wilderness, with many burnt districts, with glimpses of broad, shallow streams, views of the west- ern hills (the northern prolongation of the Cape Anguille Mountains), toward which the train was, all the time, with much deviation, approaching. Gypsum cliffs were seen, gently domed sedementary rocks, heavily capped. with till, vanishing vistas toward the sea, the sprawling cury- atures of the Barachois River, and finally the wide expanses of St. George’s Bay, flooded with light, awaited us, an im- portant fishing station on the west coast, the famous “Treaty” or “French” shore. We had now transferred our studies from the farming community, with its tran- sitory interest in fish and tourists, to the real fishing industries, to the men and wo- men who live on the output of the “‘ wild and wasteful ocean,’’ whose narrow lines move monotonously between the slender com- forts of the shore and the exhausting ex- actions of the sea. (Fig. 7.) The region has an historic interest. To quote Samuel Edward Dawson, ‘‘The Peace of Utrecht in 1713 settled the dispute be- tween the English and French as to the sovereignty of the island. It was given over in full supremacy to England. But so firmly planted in the English mind was the theory that Newfoundland should be only a fishing station, whereon to dry fish in the summer, and a nursery wherein to train seamen for service at need in the royal navy, that the rankling thorn of the ‘French shore’ was planted in the side of the colony to trouble and hinder its de- velopment down to the present day.” The “French” or “‘Treaty” shore formerly ex- tended on the east side of the island, but later became limited to the west coast. The protection of the French residents and fishermen in their rights along this shore by the English Parliament has been exem- plary. Improvements, which might have been beneficial, have been interdicted, be cause of a real or fancied interference with, these immemorial privileges of the French. 410 The actual purchase of the French owner- ship, as far as fishing stations are con- cerned, is now in progress, and this sub- vention may, it is hoped, put to rest a mis- chievous and disquieting question. A French fishing settlement with its fish houses, piers, boats and cabins encircles a curving arm of the bay (Fig. 8), and is itself built upon and under an old beach line. A delightful sail to the “gravels,” where a low sea wall divides the waters of Port- au-Port Bay from St. George’s Bay, brought us to an interesting exposure of Ordovician (calciferous, Sevis) rocks. The linty limestones here are full of fossils (machnea, mirchisonia, orthoceras, nau- tilus (?), but their siliceous embedment most obdurately resists the collector’s at- tacks. At ‘“‘Lead Cove,” further along this picturesque shore, some futile exca- vations for lead were observed, and a drop of carboniferous limestone encountered, where the “soft rock”’ fossils of the upper formation have been brought in contact with the lower beds. This shore is carved out into little coves, the limestone beds are in places eroded and _ sculptured into spheroidal prominences (Fig. 9), and the clear green waters of Port-au-Port lazily advanced and receded over broad rhom- boidal blocks of limestone, dipping gently to the north. At the “‘gravels,”’ east of the sea-wall, an admirable example of a raised beach is seen, one of the few excellent illustrations of the island’s former de- pression, and the bold escarpment north- ward, along the east shores of Port-au- Port Bay, terminates in the sheer headland of Bluff Mountain, where the chrome iron deposits are conspicuously present. At St. George’s Bay, on the fascinating strip of gravel and sand which enters the waters of the bay near its head, and known locally as Sandy Point, we had reason to admire the resourceful industry of the New- foundlander. This versatile adaptibility enables him to make his boat, his oars, the square sails that carry him to and fro over these restless waters; his simple house, the barrels in which he packs his salted her- ring, his warehouses (Fig. 10), the fur- niture, in part, of his home, and, in the case of any forlorn extremity of bachelor- RECREATION ' hood (something, however, unique in the social phenomena of Newfoundland), his clothes. Sandy Point reveals many pictorial aspects, and none more weird and moving than its evicted cemetery. The traveling sands have buried one of the old grave- yards, heaping up their yellow drifts about the tombstones, and so effacing the in- scriptions on the fallen ones, that the duti- ful affection of some resident Old Mor- tality seems desirable. At Sandy Point the delighted tourist finds one of the profitable and helpful institutions of the island— the ferryman. This invaluable emblem of governmental care is found throughout the island, providing a free passage over arms of the sea, rivers, between separated vil- lages, and generally useful under all cir- cumstances of wind and weather. Once more entrusted to the precarious — mercies of the railroad, we passed north- ward to the Bay of Islands. Where the re- turning train from St. John’s meets the eastward-bound express, a siding and a contented mind mutually assist in the ser- vice of the tourist (Fig. 11). Bay of Islands is one of the beauty spots of Newfoundland. Adjectives and photo- graphs have attested its surpassing love- liness and, indeed, its scenic charm, under varying influences of light and atmosphere, is inestimably great. The most impressive impressions are certainly made by coming into the long Humber arm—a deep ancient fjord—from the Gulf of St. Lawrence. The steamer threads the passages between the many islands and the harmonious and graded phases of the unfolding scenes possess extreme effectiveness. Here we encountered the mining inter- ests of the island and, at York Harbor, en- joyed the hospitality of the Humber River Mining and Manufacturing Company, amidst scenery of surpassing boldness and beauty. Blomidon reared its massive but- tresses near at hand, intrepidly invaded by climbing forests; wooded islands caught, inthe middle distance, the transfiguration of the sunset, and far off serpentine moun- tains glowed delicately rosy, like titanic spinels. The serpentine of Newfoundland is enormously developed, and the much-dis- GLIMPSES OF NEWFOUNDLAND cussed and frequently marketed chrome- iron of Bluff Head (Port-au-Port) is asso- ciated with it. Rock deformation, second- ary pebble, limestone and ledges (tenta- tively mined) of red roofing slate furnished some subjects for geological speculation at Bay of Islands. As a collecting ground for insects Bay of Islands was a disappoint- ment, though it rewarded Mr. De Jonge with a catch of cichrus. The next stage northward carried us over a ten hours’ run to Norte Dame Junction, connecting with a short line with Lewisport on Notre Dame Bay. This sec- tion of our journey was intensely inter- esting. We then crossed the “‘barrens,”’ the high dividing naked ridge or crown of the island marked by extraordinary des- olation in parts, to be again relieved by tundra of moss, with a lake country made up of shallow scooped-out saucers, forming eyelets of water with long connecting necks of shining streams. Some features of this region were astounding in their hopeless expression of stony infertility and havoc; as if from a pitiless sky an avalanche of rocks had overwhelmed the disheartened earth. Then the road passed out to the highest section, one vast, unbroken rolling plain of rock, covered with moss, low herbs, prostrate plants and sentinelled by three high knobs, Gaff-topsail, Mizzen and Mainsail, themselves splintered and de- graded into suggestions only of some pre- vious strength and prominence. This ex- panse, disappearing along the closing horizon into vague, darkening patches of stunted wood, formed a weird and strange- ly appealing picture in the wizard lights of the closing day. After leaving Riverhead, on the Humber arm of the Bay of Islands, the train ascends the beautiful canyonlike chasm of the Humber River itself, and the scenery at- tains a remarkable exaltation and beauty. The stream, tinted an amber brown with humus, runs swiftly through a primeval zone, with steep pinnacles towering up- ward behind a bewildered forest, searching every avenue of approach to the bared summits (Fig. 12) that reveal, upon favor- able exposures, the definite outlines of synclinal and anticlinal folds. The broad waste regions beyond Deer 411 and Grand ponds, which culminate in the granitic areas near the Topsails, is irregular and traversed by ridges and depressions. Here’ Kittys Brook, a vehement and rock- strewn stream (Iigs. 13 and 14) is bridged by the railroad which subsequently winds through a morainal district heavily and tumultuously encumbered with boulders (Fig. 15), whose savage dreariness has been further deepened by the removal through fires of the slight apparel of vegetation which once hid their severity and hopeless sterility. An occasional camp (Fig. 16) offers a momentary relief to the sombre aspects of this almost tenantless wilderness. It seems evident that the whole region has undergone extreme degradation, that an immense amount of material, derived from former considerable elevations, has been distributed by the agencies of ice over the lower levels, and has choked up and barricaded intervening valleys; that there may have been several or many cen- tres or foci of glacial radiation in this north- central part of Newfoundland and that the movement of the ice has been radial to- ward all the shores. . We looked in vain, over these higher levels, for the occasional groups of caribou that sometimes are seen moving south from the Cap-de-Nord, on their leisurely return from their summer haunts, but we were disappointed. Newfoundland is watching her hunting interests quite closely, and the former ambushes of sportsmen along the railroad tracks have been, we believe, dis- qualified by law. The caribou head with thirty or more points is zealously desired, and authorities vary in their predictions as to its ultimate extinction. The caribou (Rangifer terra-novae) is the significant and conspicuous example in Newfoundland of the influence of isolation. The reindeer which, in its numerous varieties of the wood- land and barren country of North America, shows such racial plasticity, evinces even in the narrower range of Newfoundland tendencies to variation. The southern and south central herds appear to be made up- of smaller individuals than the northern groups. Throughout the island the wild animals (bear, foxes, beaver, otter, hare) display varietal characters, we believe, while in a primitive manner the insularity of the 412 place is shown in the absence of snakes, turtles, tortoises, toads and frogs. The next stage—after reaching Lewis- port—in our journey was a remarkable water trip (Fig. 17) through the archi- pelago of islands and the puzzling maze of lanes and channels in Notre Dame Bay, on the mail steamer Clyde, ending with a visit to the famous copper mines of Tilt Cove, worked since 1864 by an English company. On this delightful excursion (Fig. 18) we encountered our first icebergs, and true to our original intentions visited the whaling stations of Snook’s Arm. The impressions (Fig. 19) of this delightful episode are too numerous and, in a way, too bewildering to be very correctly sum- marized in this short sketch. At any rate, the fisherman, his hardships, dangers, toils and rewards, as depicted -by Norman Duncan, are well understood after a return from this inspection of his home and oc- cupations. Tilt Cove (Fig. 20) itself affords a pic- ture unique and curious. It isa sequestered, concentrated, emphatic centre of mining activity on the brink of the sea, with fish odors and fishermen and fishing interests incongruously mingled with its industrial RECREATION intentions. The place is bare of ornament, bare of trees, bold, rocky, almost menacing with its painted crags, and unprepossessing. The settlement, thickly clustered around a central depression and pond, seems orderly and well-placed, though the houses are poor and crowded. The shores of Notre Dame Bay have been deeply incised. (Fig. 21.) There is plenty of evidence of submergence also. Picturesque effects of weathering, in caves, profoundly cut gashes and recesses, are universal; but the topographical features may be considered as determined by pre- glacial agencies. . We came south to St. John’s whence, after an interesting trip to Conception Bay, and an inspection of Cambrian slates, and the sea wall and quartz cliff at Topsails, we returned to New York. This is a meagre summary of a much restricted visit to New-. foundland in the summer of 1905. It ad- mits, in many directions, of amplification, amongst which a discussion of the political and commercial relations of the United States and Newfoundland is not the least important. I am indebted to Mr. Allanson T. Briggs for the illustration of this article. TWILIGHT THOUGHT BY MARGUERITE BIGELOW WET earth, and mist-clad trees, The pure, cool, cloudy night; Gold crowned eastern hills, The morning of delight. Strong sun on arid plains, The burning breath of noon; Dim, shadowy, twilight hours, All murmur, ‘‘Gone, too soon!”’ Dim, shadowy, twilight hours . Bring forth a better day,: When earth and sea, and sky Are faded, all away! rate pel PLATTE, THE WONDER-HORN OF ANGLING A Michigan River That, with the Lakes It Connects, Affords the Best of Trout, Bass BY L. F. F, AS Ruskin declares, “no good or lovely “thine exists in the world without its cor- respondent darkness,” how. dark some other region must be on ac- count of Platte Lake and the rivers and trout -streams winding through that wilder- Ld = ness of woods and summer flowers! Memories of them loose a flood of longings, adding their spell to the lent enchantment of distance. violets in their nodding multitude and un- measured treasures of fair freedom, and not merelystarring, but blanketing, the long point above the junction of two streams—the Wonder-Horn of Flowers! Endless moods of lights and shades, subdued afternoon sun- shine, grave tenderness of far-away vistas through leafy tunnels above the floor of clear streams, and pale cloisters of lowland forest guarding an infinity of shadows enveloping shadows, forever brooding along and in lagoons formed by overflows from the Platte! There the twin Sisters of Silence and Twi- light keep their noonday watch, and ‘‘all the cheated hours sing vespers.’’ Reeds whis- per to pools; pools murmur back to reeds where the water-lilies gleam; and tiny for- ests of mosses and lichens cover ‘‘in strange and tender honor”? the dun ochres and siennas, browns and silvery grays of decay- ing logs lying in still and scarred ruins. 2 2 ** A level country with streams and lakes is more lovely than mountains, because the environment does not recede from and bring a sense of loss to the beholder. Study Blue wood- - and Mascalonge Fishing BROWN the illustrations herein and realize this truth. No more marvelous delicacy of perfect bloom lives in the edelweiss of the Alps than in the windflowers and violets of level Platte. Best fantasy and grace of motion do not live in mountain torrents clothed with rainbows; their roar is not music. Platte waters have calm space and quietness through whose translucence golden flashes of light fall like autumn leaves. Trees with foliage tossing free on hills too often struggle for existence—gnarled, pinched, buffeted, and with scanty food from earth and water. Along Platte they come down to the water to drink and re- main. Hill trees are more visible in detail than the mystic redundance of forested plains and valleys; but that mystery has the hypnotism of the unknown. The man in the canoe is a part of lowland nature, and revels in it. Mountain beauty is made secondary by the best Greek poets. A level country with poplars in leaf was their ideal of loveliness in nature. Homer and Virgil constantly verify this. Shakespeare never takes the slightest joy in hills. —The murmuring Avon, with level woods that seem set to show the brightness of the stream flowing between, was what he loved. The Arden forest of his “Midsummer Night’s Dream,” where the fairies quarreled, was the very opposite of mountainous. Enough. Platte. is an ideal region for camping and fishing; and to the writer no words are rich enough to tell of its charms. 2 ok ** After a day’s ride, we left the train at Beulah Station, well named, for this is Beulah Land! Far-reaching, solemn, joyful, exquisite TROUT-STREAM BETWEEN PLATTE AND ROUND LAKES Crystal Lake lies before us, ten miles long and three miles wide—a sparkling cathe- dral floor under ceilings of blue. Fine, gray gravel gleams even ten feet down in the pellucid water. Wide, easily sloping, hard beaches on which a buggy may be driven entirely around it! A sunny evening after rain, the wet woods brilliant in golden green! There is a perfect little angler’s rest—a charming hotel not ten rods from the station. In the woods a few rods from the shore are two forest springs. Marvelously clear and deceptive distances, sylvan paths, barefooted urchins vending bunches of trail- ing arbutus and wood violets to the passen- gers, and a feeling that everybody is in a continual reverie, combine to make this region something that ‘“‘must be seen to be appreciated.”’ Yet even these charms do not stay us. There are too many fishermen, too numer- ous yellow perch here that often swarm along the line of blue water beyond shallows cuntil the hue of the lake is changed. Fog horns are bellowing from the shore of the big lake whose mist begins to obscure the woods opposite the points beyond be- tween which lie the deeply submerged rocks that the small-mouth black bass love so well. I have seen a six-pound bass taken from that water; but those fish are edu- cated, seldom hooked, and difficult to land. Woods curve in perfect billows of hills and lines of beauty. There are excellent row- boats, and several famous anglers greet us at the post-office with suggestions of a quiet row with three boats down the lake early to-morrow morning, to be followed by a shore luncheon of fried perch, served on birch bark plates at the foot of the little forty-foot water fall ribboning the bluff cov- ered with pines and cedars on the north shore three miles away. A tiny column of smoke would be enjoyable there after a mid- day meal, as we smoked the pipes of rest and peace. PLATTE RIVER, BELOW ROUND LAKE But no. Far more wild and attractive views await us four miles northward, over miserable roads of sand and_ boulders. Platte calls: And here is ‘“‘Uncle Bill” Thompson, of the Lakeside House at Platte, wearing the smile that ‘‘does not come off.” His kindly Irish brogue is music to us as we hand him the checks for our modest lug- gage. He yet chews his favorite “‘spearhead tobacco,”’ wears the same cap and coat, and tells us of ‘‘ good fishin’ all this week.” The old white horse and dreary buck- ‘board wagon take us into the wooded lane northward, and his voice trembles as he mentions his daughter: ‘Pearl wanted tew kum; but she’s fin- ishin’ that outing dress, an’ plum crazy t’ see ye.” Six years ago we met Pearl—a child of ten, dressed in a single calico garment— bare-footed, wild as her native woods, a vision of black eyes and curling hair, merry dimples and unconscious grace of motion as she raced with her dog, whose barks / mingled with her joyous voice as they romped together. And how she loved to hold the trawling-line as a gray-haired angler rowed for her and watched her de- light as she hauled in the bass and pickerel. Pearl, «who “fell out’? of the apple: tree where she had perched and hidden to. note the stranger from far-off Tennessee, who had come to fish in Platte; and whose face, with its tan and freckles, was always guilt- less of the shade of evena sunbonnet! ‘That face was scratched and made bloody by the fall; but she did not even whimper, and faced me and found a friend who was soon interested in her rag doll (‘‘ Annie Rooney”’); who haunted the wild meadows picking strawberries, and made shortcakes for me and my daughter, six years older than her- self. The blood of Irish kings flows in her veins. Even then, she was longing for books, and to know the great outside world, chafing at lack of school privileges and at her own ignorance, and beating the bars of her forest prison. But she knew where the 416 quail had her nest and the rabbits and foxes hid, and where the remote copse in the swamp held its own secret of lady’s-slipper orchid blooms. Pearl, soon bear suflering and face ordeals with almost superhuman _forti- tude, while her spirit shone ‘‘through a hundred storms of iron and ice!”? Only ¢ix- teen now, but scarred with bitterest losses. How she had plead by letter for “‘just one week”’ of renewal of the old fishing jaunts and rocking among the tossing whitecaps. And now her face was not the happy one of small Pearl, but pinched and drawn because of many months of illness in hospitals. Sportsmen meet these cottage tragedies in the humblest cabins; the world is full of them and their griefs. * oe BG At five the next morning there is a rap on my door: | “Git up, lazy. Got sum more wil’ stror- berries fur ye. An’ pap ’s ketched sum traout frum ther run back o’ ther barn. Hurry, naow! Coffee an’ fried fish in ten minnits.”’ The sportsman may choose between a room in this charming little “hotel” right RECREATION on the shore of Big Platte Lake (six miles long and two miles wide) and one of several tents pitched a few rods away. He will need a mosquito net, made of cheesecloth. Mention is not made of the crazy state into which we were plunged at sight of a mascalonge weighing twenty-two pounds at the tent of Jack the Fisher and his Indian chum down the shore, nor of the glorious view of the lake. Nor of that breakfast. This forest maiden is not so charming as her small self was. She has grown shy and self-conscious, and minces in her walk as she steps into the rowboat. We are off! But whither? An embarrassment of angling possibilities and riches before us; and we must choose! To the northeast a mile away, with good trolling all the way, Platte River empties into the lake. It is a trout-stream too deep to wade, but affords excellent fishing from aboat. We go amile up this stream, passing clumps of tenderest watercresses a foot high, rows on rows of wild roses, and miry patches full of logs with mud-turtles and minks on them. Then we turn to the left into the “Dead Stream’’—a sluggish watercourse with almost no current, but where one or THE OUTLET OF BIG PLATTE LAKE PLATTE, THE WONDER-HORN OF ANGLING two small, cold rivulets empty. They con- tain large and finest trout, but are very diff- cult to wade, owing to mire and brush. Wild? That is another name for the Dead Stream. Great patches of dry reeds and wire-erass and ferns run back for miles from the banks, and generally so thick as to be impenetrable. There one may study and photograph wild life—minks, loons, turtles and myriads of blackbirds. He may hide near the nests of mallards and teals, and count and admire their eggs. Another mile of slow rowing and the “Stream”? widens among low tamaracks into Little Platte Lake, the very home of large-mouth black bass. Being ashamed to take more than thirty minnows in the pail, the writer has never had enough minnows when fishing on this remote and fascinating tarn. It is shallow, dotted with lily pads over much of its water, and its patches and lines of bulrushes sway in the little gusts and billows. | It certainly is dangerous to cast a minnow alongside one of the lily pads or a bunch of “‘rushes.”” I recall the Irish expletives, more forcible than polite, of ‘‘Uncle’”? Thompson, who had, with proud forethought to which he confidently directed attention, “fixed” up a heavy line and big hook with special refer- ence to having his “‘fishin’ rig”’ strong, and able to “‘make it interesting” for a real fish, and how, at the second cast, his line was carried straight away from the bow of the boat by an unseen fish that started to tow us and broke the line—leaving a dismayed and swearing Irishman. That fish never stopped! Large-mouth bass were there by dozens— not the lazy “trout” that we snared in Florida waters last Christmas, but burly northern fellows, full of steel springs and ginger. I took eight of those beauties before the minnows were all used. And giant mas- calonge are there, in water three-fourths of a mile across and not more than fifteen deep anywhere. If a camper would take a tent and mosquito net from the “hotel,” pitch the tent on the point across and to the right from the start of the Dead Stream, the early morning fishing would make him happy for a month. Back and down the streams into Big Platte, going across the bar where we have 417 to get out of the boat and wade. Splendid trolling for bass and pickerel now! Here Dr. Baker, from Findlay, Ohio, landed a thirty-seven pound mascalonge after thirty minutes of heart-breaking fight and excite- ment. Following the right shore, far out, we pass for two miles over a deep reef—good trolling ground all the way—and then across the lake to Birch Point, a perfect lunching place in the woods. We do not take fish home with us, so they are not saved to be put on ice at the hotel. We dress, cook and eat fish, and hand the balance to a pair of boys that are here “‘berrying.”’ Just south of that lunching placea forest spring emerges from woods to form a rivulet that purls across a long, low, white beach of hard sand and gravel. South of the Point the fishing is foo good. A dozen times I have seen small boys get into trouble and have a fright as the grass- pike refused to let their hooks alone. There are frequent growls as the rock bass take our minnows—we want small-mouth bass and pike. Here I landed an eight-pound pickerel on a “‘star”’ spoon, grabbed in early starlight, when the owls and whippoorwills had begun to call and just before that fury of a thunder-storm came trooping over the woods beyond Round Lake, and the wind raged, and flashes of lightning revealed the pure white of the foam-caps on the mad little billows. Out near the blue water a lone cluster of very tall bulrushes is called Pratchett’s Island, probably because no island is there, but only several acres of white sand and rock twenty feet below the surface. The small-mouth bass there are becoming wary. For twenty minutes I watched a three-pound bass play around my minnow—not biting, ‘but striking the minnow with his tail, and finally hooking himself in the side, putting up a tremendous fight and getting away because the work was rather too heavy for the five-ounce lancewood rod. West from Birch Point down the lake along more good trolling “ground,” and past the abandoned lumber mill and hamlet of Edgewater, and we enter the finest, most picturesque stream on which’ I ever rowed a boat—the continuation at the foot of the lake of Platte River. We drift with the four-mile current for a mile and admire 418 RECREATION and wonder. About twenty rods above the lake, called Round Pond, we stop the boat, let a minnow down into that ‘‘sure’’ pool and eddy, and watch the bass and pickerel hustle for it. At the very edge of Round Pond is a wide bar of white sand under three feet of water. Two feet beyond it drops sheer, and the water is sixty feet deep. There I saw a mascalonge longer than I care to vouch for here. So near, yet so far, as he faded away into those clear depths! Round Pond is a half-mile long and about sixty rods across, fine fishing water, deep close to shore entirely around it. Its outlet is the third ‘‘stretch”’ of the Platte River, with excellent fishing down all its mile-long run into Lake Michigan. Big Platte has been unkind to me. The giant mascalonge that live in all those waters are called ‘‘brutes” by Uncle Bill. One never knows what moment he may get a strike that will not only make him “sit up,” but tumble over with a broken rod or line, with the hook gone. Two experi- ences of that kind set me to trolling with a triple hook so big that it seemed like an in- sult to a fish to even imagine him guilty of being daft enough to strike at it. I used my long salmon line tested toa thirty-two-pound pull in my presence by Abbie and Imbrie, and which had landed a twenty-three-pound salmon in Newfoundland the previous sum- mer. Work? Three days of fruitless row- ing, trailing that outrageously big hook! Then Uncle Bill took pity on me and rowed himself. And luck settled on us, and two enormous fish had been lost and others were following and striking (I could tell by the jerks). I pulled in the hook to cut away some of the frayed line, and in my excite- ment I threw the hook into the lake, and tried: to ie my knije on the end of the line. That Trishman’s face was a study! He tells about it yet. “Sure we had divil another hook in the boat, and had to kum hoam!” My second visit to Platte was with tackle fit to lure and hold Mr. Mascalonge. In twenty hours of grind at the oars (we call that awful work “‘fun’’), I hooked and lost a fish that jumped clear from the water twice, shaking himself until everything seemed to jingle. He got away. And not twenty minutes afterward I hooked the grandfather of them all—off Birch Point. Then I knew how Jack’s Indian chum felt as he laid down on his back in the dugout to keep a mascalonge from upsetting his slight craft. My fish must have been a mascalonge— I did not see him. But he towed the boat five or six minutes that seemed two hours. Theline cutmy left hand at the first knuckle —I shall carry the scar to my grave. It was a question whether I had him or he had me, for he nearly pulled me out of the boat. A surge and rush into the depths, and the line parted! I rowed right back to the hotel, packed up, and left for New York. There are some things that are unbearable. Not even the loss of that fifty-pound salmon on Pinch Gut Brook in western Newfoundland was such a grief. The instant change from the delight of the struggle and impending suc- cess to the dismay and despair of loss is too much. The line certainly does come in easy! To the angler who wants rest, finest Irish hospitality, reasonable charges, perfect boats and tackle, an excellent table and service, and a good catch among earth’s fairest scenes, I cordially recommend Big Platte, and I vouch for the excellence of the fishing for trout, small and large-mouth black bass, rock bass so numerous as to be a nuisance, swarms of yellow perch, grass pike, pickerel, and—yes—mascalonge—if you can hook and land them. They are there, ‘“whoppers!”’ All this fishing is not in one spot, but can be reached within an hour from that tavern not two rods from the water, boats and happiness. It waits and beckons to that shore until one is bewildered with the wealth of fishing possibilities. Of course this is not the very last touch and poetry of angling, wading over white and gold gravel and casting dainty flies for trout. That exists on the Slagle River, reached from Yuma Siding, which you pass on the way from Toledo to Platte. In a forest five miles from the railroad lies the loveliest trout-stream I have seen in forty years of angling. But to me it has been ruined because a trout hatchery has been placed on its upper waters, and the stream is kept stocked with trout. That means man’s dominion. I am not entirely happy except when with the entirely wild. A WELL-PRESERVED MAMMOTH TUSK TAKEN FROM THE BOTTOM OF A FORTY-FOOT SHAFT PREHISTORIC ANIMALS OF ALASKA How the Search for Gold Sometimes Reveals Huge Ivory Tusks and Bones of Mammals Long Extinct BY F. H. CHASE ILLUSTRATED FROM PHOTOGRAPHS BY THE AUTHOR sz|AR away in the frozen e| wilds of Alaska, thou- sands of ambitious, stur- |dy miners are delving .| underground, somereap- 1 ing rich harvests of virgin | gold, others being dis- heartened bythe paucity of their findings, but both from time to time unwittingly contributing to science additional knowledge of colossal animals that ages ago roamed over the earth, exceeding in size the largest known elephants of to-day. The accompanying illustrations were produced from photographs of a single tusk and of a skull with the horns attached, both of which were found about forty feet below the surface in frozen gravel on Cleary Creek, Fairbanks Mining District, Alaska. Fairbanks is named for our Vice-Presi- dent, and is destined to become the great mining metropolis of the American side, as Dawson City, in the Klondike, has become in Canadian territory. This tusk belonged to a mammoth, an animal which scientists claim became ex- tinct about or shortly after the time man made his appearance on earth, which fact is substantiated by the finding in Western Kansas of bones in which were imbedded stone arrow heads. The weight of the tusk was estimated at 420 RECREATION over one hundred and fifty pounds. The ivory was a good white color, and exceed- ingly well preserved, having been kept in cold storage for thousands of years. In hair brushes, cribbage boards, paper weights, etc., made from this rare substance. The skull in the illustration has been pro- nounced to be that of a bison and was found MAMMOTH TUSK AND “ BISON”? SKULL FOUND FORTY FEET BELOW THE SURFACE OF THE GROUND fact, the tusks that have been unearthed in Alaska have generally been so well pre- served that curio dealers manufacture very beautiful souvenirs from the ivory, giving the tourist an opportunity of possessing not far from the tusk. The horns, in shape and size, resembled those of the buffalo of to-day. Several years ago, at the mouth of the Lena, one of the larger Siberian rivers, a PREHISTORIC ANIMALS OF ALASKA mammoth carcass was discovered imbedded in the ice, with portions of the hair, hide and flesh intact, and it is even related that dogs were feeding on the remains when the dis- covery was made. About two years ago a still more perfect specimen was brought to light in the same locality, which is now mounted and on exhibition in the National Musuem at St Petersburg, Russia. “ It does not require a very wild flight of imagination to conceive of similar discov-, eries being made in Alaska while its secrets => he * 421 chopped down through fifteen feet of ice as clear and pure as the finest manufactured article, to again encounter frozen gravel for -a depth of fifteen feet before reaching bed ‘rock. Many large tree trunks, well pre- served, were found imbedded in the frozen oravel, and some day we may have the fur- ther good fortune to also find a perfect specimen of one of these noble animals, as all conditions for pre-eosate them exist in tSeward’s Folly.” “Tf the story of an old trapper from the PAY F DIRT—IT IS IN THIS GRAVEL, WHICH IS TAKEN FROM NEXT THE BED ROCK, THAT THE MAMMOTH fe TUSKS ARE FOUND z ip? are being pried into by explorers and miners, as the following facts will go to show. In the great interior portion of Alaska, with few exceptions, the ground is perpetually frozen to bed rock. In some localities it is very shallow, while im:others it may reach a depth of twa hundted “feet. During the summer, months the ground thaws for a few feet below the surface, and this thawed ground supports a luxuriant. vegetation. In sinking a ‘hole to bed rock but a stone’s” Porcupine “River can be credited, a rich field awaits the explorer along these lines. A few years ago the writer was on a Yukon River steamer, and at the mouth of the Porcupine River, which is approximately: on the Arctic Circle, this old trapper was picked up. He brought aboard a number of specimens, including a fine mammoth tusk and several large teeth. The Porcupine River can be ascended by -Snfell- boats and light-draft steamers for throw from where the tusk and skull weressseveral months of the year, and it would discovered, the first fifteen feet went through vegetable muck’ frozen solid, except two feet on the surface. We next encountered about ten feet of frozen gravel, and then appear that the story is worth investigating, inasmuch as this river and its tributaries ‘are’ practically unknown, even to the prospector. A RUFFED GROUSE INCUBATING HER SEVEN PRETTY SPECKLED EGGS, AND THE NEST AFTER THE YOUNG HATCHED AND SKEDADDLED THE MYSTERY OF THE BLUE GOOSE BY DAN BEARD (Continued) CHAPTER X A LION AND A LIONESS NE cannot live in the mountains for any length of time without paying more or less attention to geology; the mountaineer soon learns that rock, resting in a hori- zontal position on its natural bed, makes travel over its top com- |/,4#--.| paratively easy, but when by the subsi- #—' dence or upheaval of the earth’s crust huge masses of stone have been tilted up edgewise, it is an entirely different proposition. | In this latter case the erosion, caused by trickling water, frost and snow, sharpens the edge of the rock, as a grindstone does the edge of an ax, and traveling along one of these ridges presents almost the same difficulties that travel along the edge of an upturned ax would do to a microscopic man. But when a sportsman, for the first time in his life, has succeeded in creeping within range of a grand bighorn ram, and his bullet, speeding true, has badly wounded the game, hardships are forgotten, and if, on account of the miraculous vitality of the mountain sheep, there is danger of losing the quarry, all the inborn instinct of the predaceous beast in man’s nature is aroused, and danger is a consideration not to be taken in account. A hawk in pursuit of a barnyard fowl will follow it into the open door of the farm- house; the hound in pursuit of the fox cares not for the approaching locomotive—being possessed by the instinct to kill—nothing stratified © is of importance to them but the capture of the game in sight. A man following a wounded buck is governed by a like con- sideration of mind and a singleness of purpose. For this reason I was scrambling along the knife-like edge of the ridge, with death in the steep treacherous slide rock on one side, death in the steep green glacier ice on the other side, and torture and wounds under my feet. But the fever of the chase had possession of me. I had tasted blood and felt the fierce joy of the puma and the wild intoxi- cation of a hunting wolf! The cruel wounds inflicted by the sharp stones under my feet were unnoticed. Away ahead of me was a moving object; it could use but three legs, but that was one leg more than I had, and the ram had dis- tanced me. After an age of time I reached the rugged, broader footing of the moun- tain side, and creeping up behind some sheltering rocks again fired at the fleeing ram. With the impact of the bullet the sheep fell headlong down a cliff to a pro- jecting rock thirty feet below, where it lay apparently dead. A moment later it again arose, seemingly as able as ever, and ran along the face of the beetling rock where my eyes, aided by powerful field glasses, could perceive no foothold; then it gave a magnificent leap to a ledge on the opposite side of the narrow canyon and fell dead, out of my reach. Spent with my long, rough run, I natur- ally selected the most comfortable seat in which to rest; this chanced to be a cushion of heather-like plants along the side of a fragment of rock which effectually con- cealed my body from view from the other 424 side of the chasm. Here, on the verge of that impassable canyon, I sat panting and looking at the poor dead creature upon the opposite side; its right front leg was shat- tered at the shoulder, a bullet had pierced its lungs. Yet, with two fatal wounds and a useless leg, the plucky creature had scaled the face of a cliff which one would think a squirrel wuld find impossible to traverse and made leaps which might well be con- sidered improbable for a perfectly sound animal. The ram was dead and food for the ravens, and a reaction had taken place in my mind; I felt like a bloody murderer, and hung my head with a sense of guilt. Suddenly becoming conscious of that peculiar guttural noise, used by Big Pete when desiring caution, and looking up I was amazed to see a beautiful young girl climb down the face of the opposite cliff, throw her arms around the dead ram’s neck and burst into deep but subdued lamentation. For the first time I now saw that what I had mistaken for a blood stain on the bighorn’s neck was a red collar. Cautiously producing my field glasses I examined the collar and discovered it to be made of stained porcupine quills cleverly worked on a buckskin band. The field glasses also told me that the girl’s dress was trimmed with the same material, while a duplicate of the sheep’s collar formed a band which encircled her queenly head, confining the tumbling curls and pre- venting them from falling over her face, but leaving them free to hang down her back to a point below the waist line. So absorbed was I in this unique spec- tacle that I carelessly allowed my elbow to dislodge a loose fragment of stone which went clattering down the face of the preci- pice. ‘This proved to be almost fatal care- lessness, for, with a movement as quick as the stroke of arattlesnake, the girl placed an arrow to the string of a bow and sent the barbed shaft with such force, promptitude and precision that it went through my fur cap, the arrow entangling a bunch of my hair, taking it along with it. “Squat lower, Le-Loo; gals has been the death of many a man afore you,”’ whis- pered Big Pete in my ear, but even as he spoke another and another arrow sang over our crouching bodies, shaving the protecting a picture to take away one’s breath. RECREATION rock so closely that their plumed tips brushed the dust on our backs. “Waugh! Good shootin’, by gum! I never seed it beat; if she onct sets them purty eyes on our hulking carcasses she’ll get us yit,” muttered my guide, enthusiastically. She’s mighty slender, quick and purty—but so also be a wasp!”’ he exclaimed, as another arrow slit the sleeve of his wamus as cleanly as if it were cut with a knife. “For God’s sake, stop!” I shouted, in real alarm. The girl paused, but with an arrow still drawn to its head. Her cheeks were blazing with color, eyes flashing, head erect, one dainty foot on the ram’s body, the other braced against the cliff; her short fawn-colored skin skirt clung to her lithe limbs, and the fringed edges hung over the dreadful black chasm in front ofher. It was “Put down your weapon, Miss, and we will stand with our hands up,” I cried. Slowly the bow was lowered and as slowly Big Pete and I arose, holding our empty hands aloft. ‘“Now, Miss, tell us your pleasure.” _ [have already stated that I was a bache- lor, but I trust the reader will believe me when I say that I was not devoid of senti- ment, and a beautiful woman had all the claims to my admiration and reverence that she has to any properly constructed man. This being the case, I feel no shame in ad- mitting that though a single man, my poor battered heart showed the scars of many a meeting in which it came off the field badly worsted. Still, it may be truthfully said that no girl I ever met made such a lasting impression upon me and no other member of her sex ever made my heart stand still.as did this wild Alpine amazon of the Rocky Mountains. Talk about Cupid’s darts! I know their smart and the pain from their poisoned tips; but, if I mustconfess it, I would rather be a target for Cupid all my life than to have that beautiful tigress shoot at me for another five minutes. ‘There area few gray hairs showing at my temples which first made their appearance while I was crouching behind that stone on the edge of the chasm. To our polite inquiry asking her pleasure, the wild girl made no reply, but glancing at us with the utmost contempt, she mutely pointed to the dead sheep, the sight of which THE seemed to enrage here again, for insensibly her fingers tightened on the bow and the wood began to curve after a manner which sent me ducking behind the sheltering stone again. Big Pete only folded his arms across his broad chest and looked the girl straight in the eyes. Never will I forget that picture, the cold, bleak, snow-covered mountains towering ahove them, the biack abyss of sheol be- tween them; neither would hesitate to take life, neither possessed a fear of death; but with every muscle alert and every nerve alive these two wild things stood facing each other, mutually observing a truce because of a difference in sex. A lion and a lioness. CHAPTER XI. THE LEDGE ON THE PRECIPICE The black chasm which separated us from the trail of the beautiful wild girl was not as formidable a barrier as the unfathom- able abyss which separates the reader from what he thinks he would have done had he been in my place, and what really would have been his plan of action. Rarer than just taxes, rarer than honest faces in the rogues’ gallery, rarer than rich men in heaven, are the people who can truthfully say that they have not met a single unexpected dilemma, crisis or adven- ture in just the manner that they would have planned to meet it. There werea lotofburning questions which I had privately made up in my mind to pro- | pound to the Wild Hunter, or the even wilder maiden, upon the occasion of our next meeting. But when the beautiful Diana was standing before me, with bended bow and flashing eyes, the burning import- ance of those questions did not appeal to me as forcibly as did the urgent necessity of sheltering my body behind the friendly stone. To be truthful, it must be admitted that the proposed inquiries were, for the time, entirely forgotten, and I even breathed a sigh of relief when the girl suddenly clam- bered up the face of the cliff. She scaled that precipitous rock with the rapidity and self-confidence of a gray squir- rel running up the trunk of a hickory tree, squirrel-like, taking advantage of every crack, cranny and projection that could be MYSTERY OF THE BLUE GOOSE 425 grasped by fingers or moccasin-covered toes. Not until the maiden had disappeared down a dry coulee did I venture from the shelter of the protecting rock, or realize that my carefully planned interview must be indefinitely postponed, With his arms folded across his chest, his blond hair sweeping his shoulders, his blue eyes fixed upon a rocky rib of the mountain behind which the girl had disappeared, Big Pete still stood like a statue. But gradually the statuesque pose resolved itself into a more commonplace posture, and the mus- cles of the face relaxed until the familiar twinkle hovered around the corners of his eyes. Bringing forth his pipe, he filled it from the beaded tobacco pouch which hung on his breast, and by means of a horn of punk, a flint and steel, he soon had the pipe aglow and was puffing away as calmly as if nothing unusual had occurred. Presently he exclaimed, ‘‘ Gol durn her purty deguero- type, what good did it do her to throw that sheep down the gulch? Reckon Le-Loo and me could find a better grave for mutton chops thanthat canyonbottom. Themoun- tains didn’t need the sheep an’ we did.” Turning his great blue eyes full upon me, he suddenly shot this inquiry, “‘ Be she bar, witch or gal?” ‘She is the finest adjusted, easiest run- ning, most exquisitely balanced, highest geared bit of human machinery I ever saw,”’ I answered enthusiastically. Wall, maybe ye are right, Le-Loo, an’ maybe ye hain’t; which is catamount to saying, maybe it is she and maybe it tain’t.”’ “Steady, Pete, old fellow, let us go slow; now tell me at what you’re driving?” I pleaded. “It looks to me this hea’-a-way,” he explained. “T’veseed her trailonct or twice, an’ I’ve seed her onct, but I never yet seed her trail and the Wild Hunter’s trail at the same time and place. ’Pears to me that a man who, when it’s convenient, kin make a wolf of hisself, might likewise make a gurl of hisself whenever he felt that way. Never -heared tell on enny real gurl who cud climb like a squatton and shoot a bow better nor a Robin Hood or Injun,and that’s howsom- ever!”’ “Well, it does look ‘howsomever,’ and 426 no mistake,” I admitted, ‘“‘and what makes it worse, our dinner is at the bottom of this infernal gulch. Come, let us be moving; the breeze from the snowfields chills me. Let us hit her trail now while it is fresh.” This was a simple proposition to make, but a difficult one to carry into execution; for to all appearances that trail began upon the other side of the chasm, and there was no bridge in sight by which we could cross. Big Pete carefully put a cork-stopper in his pipe, extinguishing the fire without wasting the unconsumed contents; he then carefully put his briarwood away and began to uncoil a lariat from around his middle. As he loosened the braided rawhide from his waist his gaze was roaming over the oppo- site rocks. Presently he fixed his attention upon a pinnacle which reared its cube-like form above the top of the opposite side of the chasm; the latter was of itself much higher than the brink upon which we stood. Swinging the loop around his head he sent it whistling across the chasm, where it settled and encircled the projecting stone, the honda striking the face of the cliff with a sullen thud. The rope tightened, but when we both threw our weight on our end of the lariat to try it, the cube-like pinnacle moved on its base. ‘““T oughter knowed better than to try to lasso a piece of slide rock,” said Pete, in disgusted tones, as he cast the end of the braided rawhide loose and watched it for a moment dangling down the opposite side of the canyon. ““Now, Le-Loo, we must get over this hole or lose the best lariat in the Rocky Moun- tains. We kin look for that gal’s trail on this side, for even if she be an Ecutock, Vl bet my crooker bone ’gainst a lock of her hair that she can’t jump th’ hole, an’ ll wager my left ear that she’s got a trail an’ a bridge somewhar—nless she turns bird and flops over things like this,’”’ he added, with a troubled look. “Pete,” said 1, “never mind the bird business. ll admit that there is a lot of explanation due us before we can rightly judge on the events of the past few weeks; still I think it may all be explained in a rational manner; but what if it cannot? We have but one trip to make through this world, and the more we see the more we RECREATION will know at the end of the journey. I am as curious as a prong-horned antelope when there is a mystery, so put your nose to the ground, my good friend, and find the spot where this Mr. Wehrwolf, witch, bear or girl flies the canyon, and maybe, like the husband of the Witch of Fife, we may find the ‘black crook shell,’ and with its aid fly out of this ‘lum.’”’ “TI believe your judication is sound, Le-Loo; stay where you be an’ if she hain’t a witch Dll bet my front tooth agin the string of her little moccasin that I’!l find the bridge, and Ill swear by my grandmother’s hind leg that that little wasp will pay fur our sheep yit.” | As Pete finished these remarks there was a sudden and astonishing change in his appearance. His head fell forward, his shoulders drooped, his back bowed and his knee bent. It was no longer the upright statuesque Pete the Mountaineer, but Peter the Trailer, all of whose faculties were con- centrated upon the ground. With a swing-. ing gait the human bloodhound traveled swiftly and silently along the edge of the crevasse, noting every bunch of moss, frag- ment of stone, drift of snow or bit of moist earth, reading the shorthand notes of Nature with an ease and facility which far excelled the ability of our court stenog- - raphers to read their own notes when the latter are a few hours old. But a short time had elapsed before I heard a shout, and, hurrying to the place where my big friend was seated, I inquired, ‘Any luck ?”’ ‘“Tha’s as you may call it. Here is wha’s tha’ gal jumped,” he replied, pointing to some marks on the stone which were imper- ceptible to me, ‘‘an’ tha’s wha’ she landed,” he continued, pointing to a slight ledge upon the face of the opposite cliff at least twenty feet distant. ‘‘She’s a jumper, an’ no mis- take—guess I might as well have my front tooth pulled, fur I’ve lost my bet,”’ solilo- quized the trailer, as he sat on the edge of the cliff, with his legs hanging over the frightful chasm. The ledge indicated by Big Pete as the landing place of the phenomenal jumper might possibly have offered a foothold for a bighorn or goat, but I could not believe that any human being could jump twenty feet to a crumbling trifle of a ledge on the THE CHARM OF CHEMO face of a precipice, and not only retain a foothold there, but run up the face of the rock like a fly on a window-pane. Yet I could see that something had worn the ledge at the point indicated, and when I stood a little distance away from the trail I could plainly note a difference in color 427 marking the course of the trail where it led over the flinty rocks to the jumping place. “Wull, Le-Loo! What’s your opinion of the Ecutock now? Do she use wings or ride a barleycorn broom ?” asked Pete, with a triumphant smile. (To be continued.) THE CHARM OF CHEMO Just a Little Vacation Spent Way Down East, and Some _ of the Benefits It Brought BY A. HIBERNATOR 5 A READER and ad- ‘|mirer of RECREATION and its principles, Ihave noticed that thefar-away corner of our nation, generally termed ‘‘ Way : | Down East, viz: Maine, =I receives not more than its due portion of space in these columns. Being a “‘native”’ of this beautiful State, a State which can hardly be surpassed for its excellence of scenery and climate, its hunting and fishing, its abundance of all the good things so dear to the lover of out-of- door life, allow me to give a little description of a two weeks’ camping which it was my privilege to enjoy last August, in company with my brother and his wife and my own better-half. It happened that my brother and his wife were camping on the shore of Penobscot Bay, near Belfast, at the time I usually take my vacation trip to my old home in Bangor, and at his urgent request we stopped off a few days with them. Three days only, but three days filled with pleasure and rest. Upon our arrival at Bangor I purchased a small camping outfit, which I will describe for the benefit of those who have the idea that such luxuries are too expensive for them. The tent, which was made of a medium weight drilling, size 10 by 12 feet, and pro- vided with a fly of the same material, cost me $12.50. Although the material was light, it was as perfect in resisting rain and moisture as one could wish. As we each had our own outfit, there were but two in a tent and it was very comfortable quarters. Our bed, 4 by 6 feet, was made out of the drilling, with three wide hems, one on each side and one through the centre, to receive three poles to keep it from sagging. There was also a very wide hem across the end at the head, which could be stuffed with dried grass, leaves, pine or fir needles, to form the pillow. The side poles or rails had their ends flattened on two sides to form a square corner which fitted up against a shoulder cut on the ends of the cross rails and fas- tened with a nail or cord. This notch in the ends of the cross rails prevented the side rails from slipping in.. Then there was a pole through the middle hem hung by a cord beneath the cross poles. This allowed for a little sag to the bed, just enough to hold the hay, dried leaves or pine needles, which were put in to form the mattress. The cross rails rested on crotched stakes driven into the ground. ‘The bed cost two dollars and had the advantagethat the roughness of the ground did not prevent it from setting 428 RECREATION level, as is the case «with the cross-legged kind. This kind of a bed, while being very compact for transportation (the poles being cut wherever one pitches his tent), affords good protection from the dampness of the eround and from any of those. elongated sneakers which send the cold chills up the back when seen anywhere except in. a museum. Dae The rest of our outfit consisted of a small . oil stove (which could be dispensed with except when there are ladies along who are not used to camping), two or three tin pails, tin plates, tin cups, a frying pan and a few cheap knives, forks and spoons, the whole costing a little over a dollar. As we were careful in selecting our cooking utensils, we were able by proper nesting of the tinware to put the whole cooking outfit, including the oil stove, inside of a ten-quart pail. The entire camping outfit cost about $16.50, and was packed in one shoe box, about 18 by 18 by 36 inches, including tent, fly, bed, blankets, cooking utensils and two folding camp chairs. It could as well be packed in a bag, which perhaps would be easier to carry in a boat or canoe. At Bangor we hired a man to drive us out to Chemo Lake, seventeen miles away, the scene of our health and pleasure resort for ten days, and a more enjoyable ten days was nevel spent by any party of civilized- - worn people. To pitch one’s tent on the shores of a beautiful lake like Chemo, four miles from the main road and a mile from the nearest farmhouse; to get one’s lungs filled with Nature’s ozone and the nostrils satisfied with the sweet scents of the wilds; to be lulled to sleep at night by the gentle rustle of the leaves as they are fanned by the breeze; to be awakened in the morning by the chatter of the blue jays and squirrels, and to lie for a time charmed with the cheery voices of the chicadees and the thrush, all - after a most refreshing night’s sleep—these and many others are the joys and life-giving comforts to be found in the Garden of the Wilds, so close to Nature’s heart. The grounds where we pitched our tents were not ideal for camping, but as there is but one spring of water at that end of the lake, we decided that it would be better to put up with a little more inconvenience, due to rough ground, than to have to go a long distance for water. Our tables were made of the two covers of our camping boxes and rested on rough stakes driven into the ground, in the shelter of some small oak trees, which afforded ample shade during the noon hour. The cool side of a big boulder near-by formed our refrigerator, and was all right except that the “‘porkers”’ had the key to it, and occasionally left us to provide something different than we had planned for breakfast. Although last year seems to have been an off-year for fishing at Chemo, nevertheless we managed to keep the larder supplied with enough white perch, pickerel and black bass to keep us in good condition, and the farm house not far away provided us with the necessary milk, butter, bread and vegetables. ‘These fresh supplies, supple- mented by a few condiments, a little bacon, beans, etc., which we took with us, gave us a table fit for a king. Under theshade of somenear-by trees our hammock was swung, where one could lie and read or think over the delights of the place, or of the miseries that civilized people were undergoing in hot cities amid the rush and bustle of things. I could hardly help thinking of a little story I once heard told that contrasted the restfulness of the country with the rush of the city. A man who had traveled much was spending the night with some relative in a quiet country spot, and upon awaking in the morning he lay for a time thinking of the restfulness of the place, and listened to the old- fashioned clock in the hall, which seemed to say by its measured beats, “tick—tack, tick—tack, take—rest, take—rest.” But how different when the next night was spent in the busy metropolis and the first sound that greeted him in the morning was the rapid click of the little seventy-five cent nickle clock on the mantle, which seemed to vibrate all over with the words so rapidly repeated, ‘‘tick-tack, tick-tack, -get-there, get-there.” One cannot fully ealee the delights of a camping trip until seated’ on the ground late in the evening around a rousing, crack- ling camp fire, each with a long greenwood stick firmly stuck into the butt end of a large juicy ear of sweet corn, which sizzles and THE CHARM OF CHEMO pops over the hot coals, while the mouth waters in anticipation of the well-buttered, savory morsel to come, amid the stories and jokes of bygone days. What if the mouth and teeth do get a little black, the tooth- - someness is enough to compensate, and then, too, there are no electric lights and shining shirt fronts to illuminate, and besides you have the satisfaction of knowing that you all look alike. One of the recent laws of Maine prohibits people from going into the woods and hunt- ing without a license (which costs $15) and the employment of a guide. But this law does not apply to natives or residents of the State, and thereby hangs a tale, an amus- ing incident. My brother had become very much prejudiced against the State that would pass such a law, before he knew that it did not apply to natives of the State, and called “old K—” (the man at Augusta who was responsible for the law) and all his followers by very unbecoming names. The guides had formed into a union and demanded three dollars a day for their services, and would do no cooking at that; these were dubbed by A— as “‘yeller dogs,” and he would not have one “tagging around after his heels,” and the game wardens were no better and ought to be shot, etc. One bright morning a canoe drew up to the little stone wharf in front of our tents and a very pleasant-appearing fellow with a slouch hat and a shooting iron in his holster came up and inquired the way to the spring. A— came on the scene, showed him the spring and kindly loaned him a cup, and upon returning with the cup of water the stranger sat down to eat his lunch and have a pleasant little chat with A—. After awhile the conversation naturally drifted around to the game laws, and as this was A—’s sore spot he was not backward in expressing his views and bestowing his “‘yeller dog” epithets promiscuously. This was all taken good-naturedly by our pleas- ant visitor and, no doubt, good weight given to it. His lunch completed, he returned to the canoe and then came back and handed - A— his card. “John Doe, Game Pro- tector, Great Works, Maine,’ was what A— read, and Iam not sure but that he would be standing there now in that same 429 spot, in that same attitude of one who had been indiscreet, had not the footsteps and the “thanks” and ‘‘good-day” of the stranger not awakened him. During all the performance, D—, my wife and I had been the audience, and an interested one it was, I assure you. We now had our inning and a joyous one it was, too. I dare say that A— knows more about the game laws of Maine now than he did before, and perhaps has a little more respect for the game wardens, for that one, the only one that it has ever been my privilege to meet, proved himself a gentleman in every respect. Our outing came to an end only too soon, and as I sit in the school room of one of our colleges and, at times, think over those three days on the shores of the beautiful Penobscot Bay, digging clams, fishing off that jutting point of rocks for the cunners and tom cods, or strolling along the beach gazing at the distant blue of the White Islands in the distance; or, again, of those ten days at Chemo, in the rough wilderness, with God’s blue canopy overhead and the songs of the birds ringing in my ears, my heart leaps for joy with the expectation of a similar trip next year. And may I say in closing to those of the eternal busy kind, who know not of the fountain of youth to be found in the country, in the woods, near the waters of our peaceful lakes nestled among the mountains and forests: Get thee out of the rush of business for a few days, find your way into the forest and seat yourself on some moss-covered log and listen to the merrymaking of the birds and squirrels as they light on the twigs, almost within arm’s reach, and wonder what you are,or scramble over your very toes in their hilarity; or listen to the low, musical hum of the insect life all around you, when the caw-caw of the dis- tant crow seems almost sacrilege. Again I say, get thee out and forget the place where the dollars come from and think of how happy those birds, those squirrels and those insects are, which do not know what a dol- lar is, and you will be loath to return to the humdrum of life, but wish that you could, like Rip Van Winkle, go to sleep there only to awake in the great hereafter where all is rest and peace. MAY By Carolyn 8. Lyman O! she comes in the sunshine! How smiling ! how fair ! From the throat of the warblers Her song fills the air. With a green, soft and ine O’er hill and o’er dale ; With a gown trimmed in blossoms —— A white flowing veil. On her cheek is the tinting, The blush of peach-blow ; From her crown falls the petals — The apple-bloom snow! All the world pays her homage — This beautiful queen ! In her robe of bright blossoms And soft trailing green ! In the bright wings now flitting The sunbeams unfold — There’s a wave of her tresses, A gleaming of gold. Sweet; ah sweet, her caresses — The warm southern breeze, With her low, gentle murmur Of love through the trees. On her breath is a fragrance, Found hidden and deep In the heart of the wood-flowers She wakens from sleep ! PLAYING GIPSY IN COLORADO BY HALE COOK URING the summer months Colorado is alive with tourists, hundreds of them having their teams, outing wagons, tents and all of the usual trappings for camping out. In this way they can go where they please, stay as long as they like without being be- conspicuous place, ‘Free Camp House,”’ where if one has to stop over night, or a few days to rest the horses, they can go in and take possession without putting up their tents—but, of course, they are expected to buy their feed, milk, butter and eggs at the ranch house. We were out one summer in the south- western part of Colorado, and were having ‘the time of our life” in real earnest, had ““rHe RANCHERS WERE CUTTING AND STACKING THEIR ALFALFA” holden to any one excepting the moun- taineer who has his sign up, ‘‘No Tres- passing on ‘These Premises,” or ‘‘No Shooting Allowed.” As a rule, however, these signs mean very little if you want to buy your provisions of the owner. This mode of travel is so common that at many of the isolated ranches they have a building | (usually built of logs) with a sign on it in a gone over the great Uncompahgre plateau down into the valley of the same name, on our way to Grand Junction, and found that our horses were needing a rest, so when we came to one of these ‘‘free camp houses”’ we drove in the enclosure, after finding what the accommodations were, and pitched our tents. We were not quite prepared to go into a 432 . ‘free-for-all”’ building, although we found the people very nice, and the rooms com- paratively clean, the latter fact inducing us to do our cooking over the stove in the kitchen, eating, however, our meals on our camp table in the shade outside. It was cherry time, and berries were ripe, so while the teams were getting their much- needed rest we women folks put up several quarts of fruit to carry with us, for we had planned to stay out in the wilds until the cold drove us to shelter. There were many attractions here besides the wonderful cli- mate. Near the camp was a cool stream running merrily over the rocks, beneath overhanging trees, that gave us shelter from the hot sun, where we spent many a peaceful hour reading or working. Here we first saw the crested California quail, that seemed to know that they were protected by law from man’s slaying hand, for they strutted about as fearlessly as if no.possible harm could come to them. Here we found the yellow ‘‘paper flower,” which looked some- what like a daisy, but when gathered it never wilted, making it a very appropriate RECREATION flower for camp decoration. Here we looked up to the Grand Mesa with its many acres of forest inaccessible to man excepting by trail, which, of course, gave them a greater charm, and us a stronger desire to scale the almost perpendicular sides—a desire that was not to be satisfied, for we were not brave enough to trust ourselves to the tender mercy of a pack mule up such a steep and rocky trail. Here were the wonderful Pali- sades made by the Master Builder long before man had his being. The ranchers here were just cutting and stacking their alfalfa, which to our Eastern eyes was a queer kind of hay, so bright and green when dry enough to store away. Two of the young men of our party worked several days ‘in one of the hayfields (which was a new experience to them) while the horses rested, to have more spending money for the rest of the trip. : ‘ Our photographer made a souvenir pic- ture of them as they were stacking, which, with that of the camp, bring back to us happy memories of our stop by the way- side in Mesa County, Colorado. TOURISTS’ CAMP AT A FREE CAMP HOUSE THE REFORMATION OF GILKINS BY GEO. A. CLEVELAND |TEPHEN GILKINS Z| Was jauntily trudging | along the “tote road,” bound for his favorite fishing stream. Farm, '| wife, children, resolu- ‘| tions, promises, all for- gotten, in the intoxica- / | tion of the merry life of ig) the spring woods, and mf the joy he would feel in the thrill of the rod, 1 when the big trout would soon be tugging at his look He was just entering anarrow glen with a small clearing in which stood an old “hovel,” formerly used for the stabling of horses during lumbering operations. — It was a lonesome place, and within the hovel it. was dark and musty as a tomb. Stephen had no liking for the place, and always hur- ried by. Just as he was about to step into the clearing this day there was a sudden rustling in the cedars on either side, and to his horror, out waddled two huge black bears, walking upright on their hind feet. They hemmed him in before he could move a step, encircling him with their great paws. He was too terrified at the extraordinary action of the beasts to cry out, and he knew it would do no good if he did. He certainly believed his last moment had come, and that he would shortly be torn to pieces. What was his astonishment, then, when they proceeded to push him, quaking and stumbling, toward the dismal old hovel. Through the door they marched him, across the black interior, and he felt himself thrust into some kind of an enclosure onto a seat. lor a moment he saw nothing, then a strange and fearful sight began to reveal itself. The interior of the place was arranged as he had once seen a temporary courtroom, where he had been called as a witness. But what a judge, corps of offi- cials and array of spectators were here. In the. judge’s seat sat a huge black bear; directly in front of him was another bear, smaller ‘heads of deer, sitting at a rude desk, and standing guard at the door was the third of these great beasts. On either side of the judge was a barrier of low cedar trees, and looking out over these he saw the massive head of a moose, the and perched in various positions of vantage the forms of bob-cats, foxes, raccoons, porcupines and other of the lesser animals of the wood, all staring at him with fierce, terrible eyes, and all as silent as the dead. Faint, utterly benumbed and bewildered at the unheard of supernatural spectacle, Stephen sat in his pen,’staring with dilated eyes. Up to this time no sound other than the movement of the animals had ‘been heard, but now Stephen was more horror- stricken and mystified than ever to hear the. great beast in the judge’s seat growl out, “Officer, whom have we here ?”’ “Stephen Gilkins, pou Honor,” said ee bear at the door. i i “What is the charge against him 2” ‘¢Slaughter and never-ceasing persecution of the peaceful inhabitants of the land and water, and total neglect of his farm and family, your Honor.” ‘““Grave charges these,” growled the judge. ‘‘What do you know as to the truth of them?” “T know that he caught my own brother in a steel trap. The poor fellow dragged the terrible trap and a heavy billet of wood all night. His suffering. was awful, until this man came and shot him in the morning. He spends his whole time now in the woods killing, killing either animals or fishes. He had the best farm in town, ten years ago when his father died. Now it is run out and growing up to brush, his buildings are tum- bling down, his fences gone, his tools and farm machinery rusting and abandoned. Out of a fine lot of live stock he has nothing left but an old cow, a runty hog and half a dozen hens.” There was a terrible commotion in the hall when the bear had concluded this crushing testimony. The moose rattled his 434 ereat horns and snorted fiercely. The deer stamped and blew, the bob-cats snarled savagely and the other animals voiced their feelings in their own way. | Poor Stephen was cringing in his pen, these terrible words pounding in his ears, from such an accuser, and all of which he knew was the truth. But what did it all mean? Where and how did these beasts become possessed of such a power? He tried to reason it out, to think that it all must be a wild dream, but no, there it all was, sure enough, before him, in a fearful reality. “Does any one else know aught of this man?” continued the judge, when order was restored. “Your Honor,’ bellowed the moose, “‘he has killed one, at least, of my kind, and has wounded and persecuted many others. I know that he is every day in the woods, when he ought to be at work on his farm. His property is going to ruin, his wife work- ing to support herself and child, and his neighbors are helping her. He is as able and skilled in farming as any one, but he does nothing but hunt and fish, and no one has been able to turn him from his destruc- tive course.” There was another wild outbreak in the room, and terrible were the eyes turned on Stephen, wincing, grovelling in his pen, at these shameful additions to the charges against him. “Deer,” resumed the court, ‘“what do you know about this man?” “Your Honor,” timidly bleated the deer, “he has killed dozens of us. We seem to be his special mark. Our lives are those of terror, because of him. He is always in the woods, pursuing—” “Enough,” roared the judge. ‘‘This is infamous! Now, who is there here to testify in his behalf that can say any good of him?” All was silent as the tomb. Not one voice responded to this appeal. Stephen was almost fainting with terror, at the awful situation. All eyes were turned upon him. “Stephen Gilkins,” began the Court, ““you have heard these serious charges. What have you to say for yourself? Are they true or false ?”’ RECREATION It was an extreme moment. Stephen’s knees refused to support him. When he finally dragged himself to his feet he reeled and clutched the side of his pen. He strug- gled to force his tongue to articulate, ‘‘Oh, Mr. Bear, Mr. Judge,” he wailed, ‘“‘I—I don’t know what it all means—who—eh— what you are. I—oh, yes, of course, I have hunted and fished, put [didn’t know that—”’ ‘“No,”’ thundered the judge. ‘‘ You didn’t know, I suppose, that we animals have feel- ings, that we love our wives, brothers and sisters, the same as human beings. Yes, better than you seem to, for we do not leave our wives and children for our neighbors to support.” | ‘“‘But I am not the only one, Mr. Judge. Others besides me go fish—”’ ‘Yes, it is true they do,”’ growled the stern inquisitor, ‘‘but do they spend their whole time at it, and neglect everything belonging to them, as you do ?”’ ‘““No, oh no,” wailed Stephen, “‘but if you'll only let me go now, T’ll—oh, PH—” ‘Well, what will you do ?” said the judge. ‘Oh, Pll do anything, anything!” ‘Yes, but why should we let you go now, when we’ve got you? Why should we not eat you, as you do us, those of us that eat flesh 2?” % Pandemonium now broke loose among the animals. ‘‘Order!’’ roared the bear at the door, and the judge pounded on the desk. Stephen’s agony was intense, but he ‘thought he saw a ray of hope, that this great beast might yet somehow be more merciful to him than he had been to his kind. He fell to his knees and poured forth his repentance, and promised to do better, begging piteously for another trial, and he would never again molest any living thing of the wood and water. There was a moment’s silence. Then the awful judge rose in giant black stature. “Well, Stephen Gilkins,” he said, ‘‘I have a mind to try you. If Ido, will you promise this court to go to work at once, to plant your crops, redeem your buildings, fences and tools, clothe your family and work until everything belonging to you looks as well as any man’s in town?” “Yes; yes; oh, yes,’? gasped Stephen. ‘“‘Do you promise never to think of going WATER LILIES fishing or hunting again, until permission has been conveyed to you by one of the officers of this court ?” “Ves; yes, Mr. Judge, I do, I do!” “Do you further promise not to ever breathe to any living person of your arrest by us animals, and your trial by this court ?” ““Yes; I promise everything, everything.” ““Very well; you shall go this time,”’ said the bear, ‘‘but remember, every animal in the wood, every bird in the air will be watching you and will report any breaking of your promise, and we can take you again as easily as we did to-day, and the next time —well, don’t let us have to take you, that’s all. You are discharged on these conditions. Officer, permit the prisoner to go free.” Scarce believing his senses, Stephen began to totter toward the door. The animals did not seem to relish the judge’s decision, and for the moment it seemed doubtful if the officers would be able to restrain the mad- dened beasts from dashing upon him, but at last he crawled past the bear at the door, and stood again in the fresh air, which never seemed so sweet. He was too weak and doubtful at first to move very fast, but when no one of them appeared from the hovel, he gained courage and began to run. He did not look for his rod, but ran faster and faster, until he was fairly flying over the road, and never stopped until he was well clear of the neighborhood of the wood. A few minutes after Stephen’s dismissal, 435 the interior of the hovel was ringing with shouts of laughter, as three young men, Stephen’s near neighbors, stepped out of their bear suits. Their little private enter- tainment of ventriloquism, and exhibition of taxidermy, secured for the experiment, had thus far served a good purpose. The townspeople, some of them, were very much surprised at the sudden and very remarkable change that developed in Stephen. He began to clear up, plant and rebuild. Night and day he continued to toil like a beaver; his thankful wife began to appear in better raiment, the two children well dressed and the happy look of a good home and plenty to eat. Right faithfully he kept his promise to the bears, who now, all unbeknown to him, rendered every assist- ance possible. Their means in his reforma- tion may have been a little severe, but they justified the end. The trout waxed fat in the streams and the real animals in the wood, that he gave all the credit, won- dered what had become of him. It was astonishing how soon Stephen’s place resumed its old-time thrifty condition, and looked as well as any in the town. In the end he really thanked the bears, but how they became possessed of such a power he never knew. It was as far beyond his simple scope of understanding as are many things that happen every day, just as easy of solution, to even the wisest savants of the land. WATER LILIES BY MARGUERITE OGDEN BIGELOW Ye thoughts of God, in fairest white incarnate, The brooding of His spirit o’er the deep Called forth your milky petals from the waters, And broke the bondage of unconscious sleep. THE ADMIRABLE ISHMAELITES A Day with a Californian and His Dog, Hunting Shore Birds with a Twenty-Gauge Gun BY HARRY H. DUNN HE, ‘coast line .of the southwestern portion of the United States, from “| Monterey on the north We y/ to the lower California. . “| line on the south, is for the main part a smooth practically no inshore islands, such as dot the South Atlantic coast, and only here and ~ there a black mud flat, turning its tide- stripped inkiness to the sun or to the moon of such nights as round out only Southern California days. For this reason, if for no other, one might well consider this the poorest of ranges for shore-birds and ducks. On the contrary, especially with the coming of many wealthy sportsmen to spend their winters here, far from the rigorous East, many artificial ponds have been made by the numerous clubs that have sprung up in a single season, as it were. To these the constant shooting of the Mississippi Valley and the Atlantic Coast clubs has driven an unprecedented flight of water-fowl both during the winter and spring migrations. But it is not of the ducks and the geese and the occasional swan that I would write, but rather of that horde of long-legged, slender-billed birds that, drifting down on the wings of the north wind, make of all our barren stretches of sea beach scenes of life and beauty to the sportsmen from October first to March and April. All pictures of golden sandbars sloping slowly to the sea, all mist-embowered, spray-bound rocks, ’gainst whose changeless sides the surf forever roars, are to me incomplete unless over their flat floor wanders some members of the stilt or the curlew or the sandpiper tribe; incomplete unless on the scarred : stretch of-sandy beach: There are few bays, few river mouths, ~ crowns of the rocks a sleeping gannet or a cormorant or a surf duck rests. But to me and to my dog, who knows a great deal more about shore-bird vagaries than I can ever hope to know, there is no sport like some that we have had with the little twenty-gauge along the shore at old - Ballona and Alamitos and on the ‘‘island”’ at Newport. Those of you who have shot over Southern California will know all these places; to some of you they will be very dear; to me and to my dog they are more than dear, for they spell the word home. No low-lying meadow was ever too damp for me, if over it sounded the shrill “‘scaip, scaip”? of the jacksnipe; no wind-swept stretch of sandhills too cold if over it blew on the wings of the winter’s breath flock after flock of long-legs and curlew and sand- pipers. And as for my aforesaid dog, he would far rather shiver and whine from very cold up and down the beach than lie at ease on the hearthrug—provided he can pick up an occasional sandpiper. On such winter days, when the little twenty speaks and no bird falls, he looks reproachfully at me as much as to say, ‘‘ What did you bring me out here for ?”’ One afternoon we slipped out of the city ‘on the electric and left the car a couple of miles above the King’s Beach—Playa del Rey. Most of the beach lines object to carrying dogs, but this fellow sits on my lap so quietly and looks so well at the conductor that he usually goes through without com- ment. The place where we got off was a bit of narrow roadbed, close bordered on either side of the right of way with the wire fences of two duck clubs. Now, my dog and I do not belong to any duck club, nor to any other hunting organizations; we have always considered ourselves Ishmaelites, both be- cause we don’t have the price and because THE ADMIRABLE ISHMAELITES our hearts are of the gypsy kind, and so we hunt where we may—and we ‘sometimes come back with a heap better bags than our neighbors who sit in their thousand-dollar blinds all day long to kill ducks and snipe that have been coaxed within range by abundance of feed and countless kindnesses by the keeper of the club land. Well, as I have said, we let ourselves off the car; it whizzed on toward the little beach town, and we wandered slowly along the track in its wake. On either side of the roadbed, where dirt has been scooped out to raise the rails to their necessary elevation, little wet-weather pools have formed. Here, ere we had gone very far, appeared a snipe of some sort. He was very wary, out of range and seemingly ready at any moment to spread his wings in flight. Down the other ‘side of the embankment we went, slipping along until we thought we were - opposite the place where we had last seen the bird. Then it was uphill right quick for us and a snap shot as he rose with the ““scaip, scaip, scaip’’ of a jacksnipe. The gun cracked, the bird crumpled up in mid- air and fell exactly on the top wire of one of the fences, and there he hung. The dog looked at me; I looked at the dog. We both said “‘W7’at t’ ell.””. Where on earth did that jacksnipe come from and what was he doing out here, feeding on the edge of an open pool, just like an ordinary long-legs or a tattler? He is no plebeian—this wind-borne wan- derer of wet upland meadows, and he does not as a rule asso- ciate with beach birds nor adhere to any of their feeding grounds, but here he was, or rather only one of him. Verily there is no accounting for jacksnipe tastes. And then I sent my dog after the bird, where it hung, head downward, caught by one feath- ered ‘leg. I knew ‘he could not reach the top wire of the fence; knew.his first move after he had tried all his own methods would be to send for me,.and yet, in- stead of going after him myself, ~ Isent:-my dog. Scarcely had -he slipped through the: fence when, 437 from the grasses at his very feet, up rose two more snipe. ‘There I had missed the opportunity of a lifetime, that of walking right into the midst of a whole covey of these pretty snipe. As it was, my dog went flat on his belly and I sent a charge of num- ber nines whizzing after the nearer bird. But it was too far, even for the hard-shooting little twenty,-and I did not even see a feather drop. As I expected, he could not get the bird and I had eventually to go and retrieve it myself. This involved the wading of the pool as well as a rod or so of thick black mud, all of which did not add to the ap- pearance of my knee-high boots—I had not thought it worth while to wear waders; but the game was worth the trouble, for of all shore-birds give me the plump Wilson’s snipe when in the fall plumage. Smooth- feathered, round-bodied, graceful, whether alive or dead, he compares well with that other beauty of the marsh, the mallard drake. So we idled along down the roadbed, stopping here to throw a stone at a mud- turtle, there to watch the curving flight of some great band of widgeon as it settled down on one of the duck club’s pools for the night. Of all outdoors, the life of the marsh, ue IS THE SMALLER ISHMAELITE—HE KNOWS MORE THAN| HIS MASTER 438 RECREATION be it east or west, north or south, to me is most interesting. - From the larval dragon flies that crawl along the bottoms of reed- strewn watercourses to the soaring swan, snow-white against the sunset’s afterglow, all are beautiful to me, all well-placed in the infinite plan—doubtless all useful, even down to the black rattlesnake that I kill without mercy. At one place, where a country road crossed the track, there was a large band of little pewits feeding—fearless little rascals, smallest of all the sandpipers. We walked down among them almost, my dog and I, and even then they would not fly. So we left them at their meal, and turned into the road where the fences were farther apart, and the meadow more open. Here I had hopes, even, of curlew, but saw none until we had traveled fully a mile, picking up a solitary willet at one little pond and two black-bellied sandpipers out of a band of perhaps twenty. What these last were doing so far from the beach, I have not yet been able to figure out; evidently they had stumbled by chance upon these feeding grounds, and, finding them richer than the tidewater flats they knew, had settled down here for the night. These are, as a rule, hard birds to stalk, and harder yet to kill with a small load of fine shot. Their feathers extend considerably beyond the line of their bodies when in flight and one must shoot close and hard to get them at any range. Those I got—with the aid of my dog, to whom be much glory—were killed cleanly at at least twenty yards, not a bad range when one considers the size of gun I was shooting and the number of the shot— chilled nines. There is something so very satisfactory in the work of this little gun, when the man behind it is feeling good, that I have never been able to quite give it up, though I know of my own experience that with either a sixteen or a twelve I could get much more game for the same amount of stalking and a trifling increase in the powder and shot. These things were somewhat in the nature of day-dreams. Indeed, I was standing there, commenting to my dog on the beau- ties of the plover, when, far brought from out the reaches of the southern sky, there came a long, faltering call—the voice of a curlew band on its way into the great meadows after a day on the sandy beach. The curlews’ call is like their flight, waver- ing and uncertain, but it carries a great way through the still air above the marshes; it will even make itself known above the roar of the breakers pounding on the uncon- querable sand. To me it is sweet music, sweet as the call of the quail over the sage- brush flats, sweet as the whirring sound of the wings of myriad doves that I have heard in the good old days as I stood beneath some thick-leaved oak, just on the rim of a fresh- mown barley field. Ah, the dove is a wonder in the air, a tester of all the skill any wing- shot ever had, and yet the curlew will give you just as hard a game if you try to stalk him, if you give him a chance for his life— and, in this day of shooters and guns, there is only one way to hunt all game, furred, feathered, hoofed or finned, and that is the still-hunter’s method. It is high time that decoys and other deceits be abandoned; high time that the man pit himself and his skill against the bird and its cunning. And, if we did that, how many of us who hunt solely as a means of passing away the time that lies so heavily on our hands would come home with even one quail, one rabbit. Not many. Would you? Possibly. Would I? Yes, for I have been at the game of the Indian and the trapper, the game of stalking all things wild, both with camera and gun, for lo, these several years. But, to return to our curlew, there they were, far away to the south and well up in the sky, settled down into as steady a form of flight as they know how to maintain. Down went I, down went my dog, into a tussock of rank grass at one side of the road, and there we crouched, he with his nose on his forepaws—how many times when hidden in a cramped blind have I wished that I could put my nose down on a pair of silken paws as he can—and I kneeling as best 1 might. Would they come near? Yes, they would and they did, dropping down until we could hear the rush of their wings as they beat through the clear, cool air. On and on, low over the meadow, scarce twenty yards away, directly across the road. Two yards ahead of the leader might catch the second or third bird. I was new at curlew shooting then and I thought the THE ADMIRABLE ISHMAELITES brown-coated birds were moving with the speed of teal. Two yards ahead of the leader; and they were just a trifle beyond me when the nitro cracked with a report like a Colt’s forty-four. On and on the curlew went, their speed increasing with every wing beat. One hundred yards, two hundred, then the leader paused, half turned round and fell end over end to the earth. My two yards ahead had caught him lightly but enough to cripple. And: 439 they came to look for their wounded one; circled in midair so many times that it seemed the brown eyes of the dog must grow dizzy from watching them, and then dropped down, almost in a body, round the grass plat whence came the cries of the wounded one. For an instant one, larger of body and apparently a bit more suspicious, _ hung in the air a few feet from the ground. Those on the ground were safe, but this one was doomed to end his days. Cautiously A CALIFORNIA RIVER—IT SUGGESTS POSSIBILITIES FOR THE ISHMAELITE IN DUCK SEASON—AND IT’S PRETTY so it was I learned something about curlew shooting, learned that when one of these long-billed birds is doing his best he isn’t going half as fast as you think he is, and at no time in his career can his speed compare with that of a well-roused teal, possessed of the idea that safety for him lies on the other side of the world from you. The curlew drove on for perhaps another two hundred yards; the dog and I ran for- ward as fast as we could, dropping into a heavy clump of “‘buffalo” grass some fifty feet from the wounded bird. Here we waited, and to us presently came again the wavering cry of the curlew band. Back up came the little gun. Once more it cracked spitefully and the bird dropped, quite dead, into the grass, to lie alongside its companion, by this time as dead as he. Now hurriedly uprose the rest of them, beating their way out through the air at their best speed. At them and after them the twenty spoke, but the range was too great or the aim poor, or some other thing interfered, for all went on and on off into the marshes that lie around old Ballona Bay. We, my dog and I, gathered up our two curlew carefully, I smoothing each feather so carefully over the gray-brown bodies ere 440 I laid them away in the game bag.: As for the dog, the meadow was his joy, indeed it has always been so; _ he chases the little marsh sparrows and the field mice; some- times he puts up a small snipe, but when he plays in the marsh he does no hunting, and, by the same token, when he hunts on the marsh he does no playing. The strict path of duty for him when he knows I am in earnest, but when I say play he says play, and there’s an end of danger to the birds. Sometimes he catches a mouse and then I am not quite sure which is the more sur- prised, he or the mouse. But of a certainty the mouse has short time for enjoyment. By this time we weren’t so very far from the beach itself, and so, slipping through the fence and across a corner of the duck club’s srounds, we were soon among the sandhills. We didn’t poach any on the way through, though twice we heard the call of the little brown snipe and more than twice saw whirling bands of teal as they wandered lazily from pool to pool in search of a night’s resting place. Arrived at the rim of the beach, where the sandhills came down almost to the water’s edge, we crept up behind the lowest hillock near at hand and peeped over. No trailing at heel for this dog of mine; he is head and shoulders with his master when we creep on our bellies after anything from birds and rabbits to butterflies. So it happened that we came to the tip of the miniature peak side by side. And there, on the very brink of the shallow, white surf of the full tide, stood three willets, industriously engaged in the prime business of their lives—the filling of their stomachs. I looked at the dog; the dog looked at me; a word passed from me to him, and he slipped down and out and around until he came upon the three quite suddenly. Up they rose, in three directions, as is the man- ner of all willets with which I have ever had any dealings, but one of them did not get very far. The chilled nines had their way and they overtook him before he had fairly gotten his wings into action and he dropped like a tailless kite, just into the edge of the surf. With the rise-of the birds the dog— my dog—laid himself flat on the sand; with the fall of one of them he was in the water and in a moment more the slender wanderer lay in my hand, RECREATION There may be other birds of the seashore prettier than a well-clothed willet, but I have not seen them—at least they do not clothe themselves in gray. What the Wil- son’s snipe is to the higher meadows and the fresh-water swamps, that this bird is to the very borders of the sea. I should like to see them on their breeding ground, should like to see them where they come by thousands to rear their young, ratherthan in scattered twos and threes to find their food. So far as I know, they never have been found breeding in this State, at least not in the southern end of it, though I am told that they nest frequently on the Atlantic sea- board. Here they mingle with the gulls on the beach, but never in great numbers. The largest band I have ever seen contained only seven of the graceful birds and as many of some smaller snipe which I was unable, owing to distance, to identify. The black-necked stilt is also frequently seen here in company with the willet and with the American avocet, though neither of them are of much value as game birds. The stilt flies slowly and poorly, somewhat after the manner of the bitterns and the rails, while the avocet is of such poor flesh that he is not worth the powder and shot to kill him. I have eaten both these birds, under forced draft, as they say of steamers that are short on their coal supply, but I have eschewed them ever since, though on many occasions I could have killed a large bag of each or both. On inland alkali flats, within one or two or three miles of the beach, they are both found in company with curlew, which last are great game for the still-hunter. On these level plains, one has no cover whatever, and it requires the high- est skill to get in range of the large plover with anything less than a rifle. They are great game for a good twenty-two. By this time my dog and I agreed that it were best for: us to “hike the home trail. So we walked up the hard beach into the little town of Playa del Rey, v nere he had a bowl of cow’s milk from Los Angeles and I a drop of goat’s milk from St. Louis. I don’t know what he thought about the Los Angeles cows, but I am possessed of the opinion that they--do have some scandalous fine Sale in St. Louis. THROWING THE SQUAW HITCH How to Make a Pack That Will Stay on a Horse BY DAN BEARD VERY follower of Daniel Boone should know how to pack an animal with his camp dunnage in such a manner that it will not slip or fall off on the trail, and this he may learn at home without even having a real ani- mal to pack; for instance, if he takes a stick of wood with a branch left upon it to represent the head of the horse, as in Fig. 1, then put a piece of cloth or a folded pocket handkerchief, to represent the horse’s blanket, and tie it on with two strings, as in Fig. 1, he will have a good substitute for the real animal upon which to practice, but it is necessary to have a substi- tute also for an aparejo (as pronounced it would be spelled ah-pahr-ai-ho in English). Capt. Mayne Reid calls it Alpereja. It is really a sort of sawbuck saddle with a pair of sort of stiff saddle bags, alforjas. This can be made out of pieces of green bark, as in Fig. 2, which is placed over the blanket as in Fig. 3, then you must have a cinch; on the real horse there is a ring at one end of the cinch and a hook at the other end of it. Make a loop of string and tie it on a small forked sitck, as in Fig. 4, and allow the loop to answer for the ring and the fork for the hook. Now then, tie another piece of string, which answers for the 33-foot pack rope of the packer, to the loop end of the string and put the cinch underneath the horse, as in Fig. 6. Take a cloth or any other object and fold it up in a handkerchief, as in Fig. 5, and place that upon the back of the wooden horse, as in Fig. 6, then a knot can be tied as it is in Figs. 9 to 16. RECREATION 442 THROWING ‘THE SQUAW HITCH We will now refer to diagrams of a real horse with the real cinch trappings: Fig. 8 shows a horse with real cinch trappings hanging loosely under it, and Fig. 9 shows the cinch. When the line is thrown over the horse, as in Fig. 8, you run it through the hook as in Fig. ro, cinch up, then bring it up alongside of the pack as in Fig. 11; slip the loop of the string that is in your hand under the one that crosses the pack, as it is shown in Fig. 12; bring the loop back as in Fig. 13, then under again asin 14. “A” in all of the figures represents the loose end of the line. Fig. 15 shows the opposite side of the horse and you may see that the loose end of the line there is brought down over the pack under the aparejo. In Fig. 16 the line is brought forward and under the aparejo, then up through the loop as shown in the diagram. In Fig. 17 it again shows the other side of the horse and also how the line of Fig. 16 is brought 443 forward again and under the corner of the aparejo; then back and again under the rear corner of the alforjas and then up to the loop, or diamond, on the pack, pulled tight and made fast. Fig. 18 shows a diagram of the squaw hitch. Fig. 19 shows a diagram of the diamond hitch. ‘The hitch first described is not the regu- lar diamond hitch, but one known as the squaw hitch and much used by packers and travelers. Study this out so that you may be able to throw this hitch, and if you have a horse you can practice putting a pack on its back in this manner and see if you can fasten it tightly so it will not fall off. Then if the occasion requires that you at any time have to pack a horse, even if you cannot throw the celebrated diamond hitch with the celerity of the United States scout packer, you can, at least, make the squaw hitch which will hold your dunnage on the animal’s back. RECREATION THROWING THE SQUAW HITCH 445 . RECREATION 446 THROWING THE SQUAW HITCH 447 DAN BEAR RECREATION AR a ait ny .] i Le Ap OO VS Ne, a YZ Cary Ly ss My £4 Wi i} 7 Lett " ‘THA SS SS et Wy Wy) We = SS SS = Help Save the Buffalo When we took charge of RECREATION we appointed a committee of influential men to inaugurate a plan for the preservation of the buffalo. On this committee we have eminent men of many professions from all parts of the United States: John Burroughs, the delightful writer on nature subjects and a celebrated naturalist; Caspar Whitney, editor of Outing, explorer, hunter and traveler; George Bird Grinnell, editor of Forest and Stream, author and friend of the red man; Frank Doubleday, publisher of Country Lije in America; Charles D. Lanier, of the Review of Reviews Company; John Muir, after whom the Muir glacier of Alaska was named, and who has fought a good fight for the preservation of the forests; Howard Eaton, the well-known Western ranchman; Dr. Henry Van Dyke, of Princeton College, the celebrated author of many poetic and delightful books; Hamlin Garland, the famous Western novelist; Prof. Martin J. Elrod, of Montana University; Dr. Albert Shaw, editor of the Review of Reviews; Robert Underwood John- son, associate editor of Century Magazine; Robert C. Morris, the eminent lawyer, scholar and traveler; Melville Stone, W. E. Palmer, D. H. Hall, Homer Davenport and other well- known men. As we have stated before, of all buffalo herds, we are particularly interested in the Flathead Reservation animals, and think the Pablo- Allard herd by far the most important to pre- serve. We have recently received word from Howard Eaton that sixty calves were born in the herd this year, which brings the number of the animals on the Flathead Reservation to a total of 350. This is grand! These bison know how to take care of themselves in rain and sunshine, winter and summer. They are not the degen- erates to be found in the Eastern preserves. We have no personal acquaintance with the halfbreed owners of the herd, and no selfish interests of any kind in this movement, but hav- ing personally visited the Flathead buffalo herd we’re deeply impressed with its appearance, its sturdy, vigorous character. We want all of our readers to take an interest in this affair, and to turn the tide of popular feeling in favor of the purchase of this particular herd of practically wild animals. We know the sight of them would appeal to the personal enthusiasm of any real sportsman, naturalist or outdoor man. They are now loose and in practical freedom, roaming over their native heath; but the owners contemplate breaking up the herd and moving the most of it to Canada. Now, while we have a great interest in affairs Canadian and a warm affection for our brothers over the line, it would be a disgrace to the people of the United States to allow these splendid animals to be moved out of their native coun- try. Money is needed, and we appeal to all good Americans that have the means and the inclination to help save this grand herd of buffalo to make known to the committee, through a letter to RECREATION, their willing- ness to help. Write at once. The Flathead Reservation is to be thrown open to settlement in June. Your Opinions Asked Below the readers will find a series of ques- tions from the American Bison Society, and we would appreciate it if our subscribers who are interested in the preservation of these beasts would send in to RECREATION their answers to these questions: 1. Is it safe to assume that the bison can be preserved for the next 500 years through the efforts of private individuals, or private corporations? In view of the uncertainty of human life, of the changes in fortune and in policy toward existing herds of bison, is it possible to secure permanency in the maintenance of buffalo herds not owned by States or the National Government? 3. In order to provide against local failures and possible ourbreaks of contagious disease, it seems desirable that sev- eral bison herds should be established, in widely-separated orale How many herds do you think should be so estab- ishe 4. What would you recommend as the most suitable loca- tions for the herds which you think should be established, due regard being paid to the fact that Congress can not now be induced to buy or lease any lands for bison ranges? 5. Do you believe that any State in the great plains region of the West could be induced to establish and maintain, on State lands, a herd of bison? (Montana has suitable ranges, if the State Government would be willing to devote a few thousand acres to such a purpose.) Hoping that you can spare time to consider the above questions, I remain, Yours very truly, W.T. Hornapay, President. A Suggestion for Millionaires Man has been going on for countless ages and contentedly waged a war of wanton waste and 450 RECREATION prodigality upon all wild creatures, some of them of inestimable economic value. It is now time that some nation should wake up to the vast importance that many of these wild animals are to the welfare of man. With- out going out of our own country or pointing to the waste and crime of exterminating the splendid big antelope of Africa and the useful zebras of the same country, which can live in a land infested by flies which kill ordinary horses, we can start a movement now to save for our descendants the big animals of this country, and, as ‘‘Buffalo” Jones has demonstrated, can produce cattle that will live on pastures where our old-time domestic animals would starve to death; pass through blizzards un- harmed which now slay thousands of the ranchmen’s cattle, often to the financial ruin of their owners; live in a land where water is so scarce that no man would now think of locating a cattle ranch, and under these circumstances grow fat and produce good robes and delicious meat. We have a superabundance of worthless, dangerous and pernicious millionaires in this country who seem to have nothing to do but practice progressive polygamy, but many of these men have the material in them for the making of decent men. Why cannot some of these men lend their financial backing to some such scheme as that which “Buffalo” Jones has inaugurated, that of hybridizing the vanishing buffalo with cattle, and make them- selves useful? There can be no life more excit- ing, healthful, invigorating and manly than running an experimental ranch for the breeding of the so-called catalo. We can produce suff- cient evidence to satisfy anyone that there is as much excitement in being chased by a bull buffalo as there is in driving an automobile at a Jawbreaking speed, and a bull buffalo will give one some real exercise of the body, exercise which will develop the musclesand heighten one’s respect for horned beasts. The foregoing is written to appeal to those people who are devoid of sentiment for the American animals as historic creatures, but who at the suggestion of the movement for the pre- servation of the American bison will meet you with the question, ‘‘What’s the use?” We reiterate: If you have more money than you know what to do with, and must ride a hobby, why not ride a good hobby? Buy a ranch, a big one and a good, and go to breeding catalo. Do not be inutile. Produce something! The Shame of Virginia To return to the normal reader, the man who has a healthy sentiment founded on a common sense, liberal, unselfish view of the world, it will shock and grieve this man to know that while this is being written strings of slaughtered robins decorate the markets of Norfolk, Va., and are offered for sale at seventy-five cents a dozen. Shame on you, Virginians! Where are the F. F. V.s, the chivalry of this country ? What are they doing while this disgrace to their great State is publicly displayed in Norfolk ? Ditto Maryland Mr. Charles Lever, a local sportsman in the Borough of Queens, Greater New York, has just returned from Maryland, in the neighbor- hood of Annapolis, and he reports that the wa- ters of the river there have permanent blinds at regular distances, only a few hundred yards apart, for miles in every direction; also that these are owned by the sportsmen (?) of Anna- polis, and that they shoot there on certain days in the week all through the spring; also that the blinds are baited with corn during the other days of the week to induce the ducks to feed there. From other reliable sources we learn that one gentleman (save the mark) killed 160 ducks in one morning’s shooting. The old-time Marylanders used to go out with a small cannon for ducks. In those days the waters were so covered with water-fowl that when they arose the noise of their wings sounded like thunder and they shut out the light of the sun. When a Marylander went out with his cannon and fired into such a flock he had his negroes come with a cart to bring in the result of his wholesale slaughter. There was nothing sportsmanlike in this, and these old fellows did not claim that it was sport; they simply went for the meat. It is due to the memory of these ancestors of the present people of Maryland to say that they were true sportsmen of their time. They were hard riders and intrepid followers of the chase. It is also due them to say that the supply of water-fowl seemed to be, and was thought to be, inexhaustible, and hence the use of a cannon to secure a cartload of ducks. But the modern Marylander knows better; he knows that the supply of water-fowl is con- stantly diminishing; he knows that it is far from sportsmanlike to kill them in the spring and he knows that a bag of 160 ducks for one man is absolutely disgraceful. Why, then, will otherwise respectable people bait these poor fowl with corn and then slaughter them in the name of sport? Such things are discouraging to the rest of us who are working for the preser- vation and perpetuation of our native game animals. Wake up, Marylanders, do away with this spring shooting and act like enlightened men! Even in the Western States where wild- ———s-" EDITORIAL fowl are still numerous, laws have been passed limiting one day’s bag to twenty-five. As to Thinking Speaking of the preservation of game, it is interesting to observe how the wild horses are still holding their own in some parts of the West in spite of the fact that the settlers have fenced in the water holes so that the animals might perish of thirst. Why is it that you can hunt day after day without catching sight of a deer in a country where they are clamoring for an open season the year round because the deer are destroying the farmers’ crops? Why is it that we blame Providence for the floods and famine which our own childish blun- dering have produced? There is no use in trying to preserve game unless you think. There is no use attempting to preserve the forests unless you tink. To-day the far Northwestern country is strewn with the bones of men who tried to travel with their legs, but those who traveled with their heads lived to return again and again. It is claimed that man is a reasoning animal. This is misleading. Most of our minds are full of the things of which we have heard, read or seen. In other words, memory is used as a sub- stitute for thought or reason. A mere handful of men do the thinking for the world. Were it otherwise, this world might be a veritable paradise. Labor follows the line of the least resistance and it is easier to act as a poll parrot and repeat the things other people have said than it is to hurt the unused muscles of our brain evolving ideas of our own. Our literature, art and religion as well as what we eat, what we do, what we wear and what we suppose we think is dictated by fashion. : No wonder that one is often seized with a wild desire to break away from the irritating conven- tionalities of life altogether, and become what is known as a crank. A man often feels like throwing out his chest, drawing in a long breath and bucking the load’ from his shoulders which is bending his back, a load composed not of the necessities of life but what might be aptly termed the un-necessities. Even our economics are devised by fashion and when men’s noses are held on the grind- stone year after year by a silly condition pro- duced by an ignorance of political economy, when their every move is governed by the dic- tates of fashion, is it any wonder men become restless ? Just think of it! Fashion is made by a lot of effete, sissy men and brainless women. What 451 wonder is it, then, that Lee Wilson Dodd gives a despairing cry for MORE LIFE! MORE! and appealing to the God of Action shouts: ‘““God of Wanderers! Send me the seas! Blustering blue-throats shagged at the nape; Shoulder me forth from my prison of ease, Spurn me from Cape to Cape! Lash me onward from Land to Land, Star-bronzed, stained with brine; With the roofless reach of the Iris-spanned Soul’s lust—that is Life—be mine!”’ This cry from a caged, rebellious soul appeals to something responsive in every real man’s breast, until we all feel like joining his wild prayer: ‘Or ever the sordid clutch of the years Tear the leaping heart from my side, Grant me a gust of laughter and tears And the breathing Earth for bride!” Ah! The breathing earth! That’s the talk! © What do we care for the cities, for the paved, ill-smelling streets, for the civilization that pro- duces a Tenderloin district in New York, a Bucktown in Cincinnati, a Chinatown in San Francisco, and a degraded, debauched police force in every city! Give us the green earth for our mother, our bride and our grave! As to Recreation Breathes there a man with soul so ossified he has no interest in recreation—the refreshment of his strength and spirit after toil? Well, not exactly in our block. There once was an old fellow It’s an old story, and who could have the effrontery to beard the money-grubber in his den, and attempt to revindicate recreation? And, anyway, may not he have a fairly good form of amusement in counting and recounting his horde, a crony with whom he plays penochle? Not legitimate, you say; but so long as the old fellow’s happy, why take him away from his life? It is enough that he is sick in the world’s regard, wretched and low. “Come away, come away.” Every one is interested in recreation and RECREATION is interested in every one. It is a delightful mission, to make people happier and better, knowing that no one is denied, no one overlooked. Did we appeal only to any par- ticular class or classes, make any distinction, we should feel very differently. But REcREA- TION is everybody’s magazine, its one purpose that of bringing humanity to take refreshment of strength and spirit. Hence our radiated happiness. Here’s to the toil-weary and sad in heart! May they join us, all, at the shrine of Recreation. A Feathered Wanderer BY JOHN T. WILLITS If there is a bird that is a cosmopolite it is the gull. On every coast of nearly every ocean on the globe, in polar seas or under equatorial skies, this winged traveler is at home, seeking its food in placid summer waters, shrieking in the face of the storm, or circling to and fro when the wild northwester sweeps the coast and the bays are locked fast in winter ice. There are several genera of gulls, but the genus Larus contains the best-known species. The herring, or silvery gull (Larus argentatus), of the Atlantic coast is by far the most numer- ous. They have a yellow bill, gray back and the head, neck, tail and under part of the body are perfectly white. They are found not only about salt water, but even on our fresh-water rivers, fifty or sixty miles from the sea. Their favorite habitat, however, is in the salt-water bays, sounds and inlets, and at sea, not far from the coast. They cover a wide range, being found all the way from Newfoundland to the Gulf. Every one will recognize this species, its symmetrical shape and plumage of pearl gray and white making it one of the most handsome of our aquatic birds. An indefatigable fisherman is this bird; from its station in the air its remarkable keenness of vision and celerity of movement when its prey is discerned enables it to make its capture almost to a certainty. It is in the bluefish season, however, that the gulls are enabled to feast to repletion. These fish, at intervals dur- ing the summer, enter the inlets in schools in pursuit of the silver fish, which is their principal food. When a person is fishing for “‘snapping mackerel,” which is done by trolling or sailing with a line and unbaited hook astern, it is the gulls that are his pilots, for they, too, are seeking the little silver fish that are driven to the surface of the water by their rapacious enemies. By watching the movements of the gulls, therefore, when the shoal has broken up and dispersed, he can again locate the fish. The birds, which have been darting swiftly about to every point of the compass, suddenly concentrate their forces, and with shrill screams again begin diving for the unfortunate silver fish, which, with a relentless foe both above and beneath, are indeed between TANIA wee Ny iK BIE = . we: Py << | eS Scylla and Charybdis. So tame are the gulls at these times, or, rather, so intent upon their occu- pation are they, that they scarcely notice the presence of man, and often fly within an oar’s length of the boat. The great black-backed gull (Larus mari- nus) is also a summer resident of our coast. It is the largest of the species, being about the size of a raven. Its back, head and upper parts of the body are of a deep brown color, the under parts are pale, ashy gray, the legs are black, and the talons are very strong and hooked. These gulls are not so numerous as the smaller kind, and seem to be less gregarious in their habits, seldom flying in large flocks. Soon after the first ice appears the winter gull takes up his abode along our coasts. This bird is said to be an inhabitant of the Arctic seas, and is known to ornithologists as the glau- cous, or burgomaster gull. Whether or not they are denizens of the far North, many of the species hibernate on the New Jersey coast, and even farther south. The winter gulls are nearly as large as their congeners, the great black-backed gulls, and their plumage is a pure white. As they fly back and forth, with dis- cordant cries, over the drifting ice in the chan- nels, dive into the freezing water for their food, or sometimes drift with the current on cakes of ice, these birds present an appropriate setting to the wintry landscape. Among the different species of the Laride is the codfish gull. These birds frequent the waters of the Atlantic coast during the codfish season, which off the coast of New Jersey lasts from November to April. While similar in color of plumage and also in size to the herring gull, they differ in general shape and habits enough to place them in a class by themselves. It has never been satisfactorily explained what the attraction is for these birds on the codfish grounds, for those fish, unlike the bluefish, do not drive their prey to the surface of the water. Whatever the cause, however, to old fishermen the presence of this kind of gull is a strong indi- cation that codfish are somewhere in the vicin- ity. ‘They are never seen in the bays, but are distinctively sea birds. Closely resembling the other smaller species is the fish tailed gull (Xema_ sallnt), and THE besides these are other aquatic birds closely allied to the gulls, although not of the same genus. Among these may be mentioned the tern (genus Sterna), the gannet (genus Sula), the shearwater (genus Puffinus), so-called from its habit of flying with its lower mandible in the water, and the petrel, or Mother Carey’s Chicken (genus Procellaria), the bird sacred to mariners from the ancient superstition that the spirits of dead shipmates entered into its body. Unlike most salt water birds, none of these, except the codfish gull and the winter gull, mi- grate for the purpose of breeding, but lay their eggs on the sand of the beach or in dry seaweed on the marshes, where incubation is effected to a great extent by the heat of the sun, as the parent bird seems to be on the wing a greater part of the time. It may be said in this connec- tion that while the flesh of the gull is not often eaten, owing to the slight flavor of fish with which it is impregnated, the eggs are very palatable, being but little inferior to those of the domestic duck. Whether or not the sea gulls have diminished in numbers, as have some other wild fowl, is an open question; appearances would indicate that they have not, for they still appear in myriads in some localities along the coast. Their diet of fish is a protection to them, for the sportsman well knows that their flesh possesses a certain fishy flavor that does not recommend them as a choice food bird. On some parts of the coast, however, it is asserted that these birds are less numerous than in former years. It is main- tained that this is owing to the fact that they are killed for their plumage, the head and wings and sometimes the skin of the whole bird being used in the world of fashion for decorative pur- poses. A full-grown gull, even if one is fortunate enough to capture it, would test the patience of its captor in reducing it to submission. The bird could not forget the wild freedom of its former life, when, poised on tireless pinions, it breasted the gale, shrieked an accompaniment to the howling of the storm, or circled above the school of bluefish, ready to dart down upon its prey. With “Nep,” however, it was different. He could not help himself, because he was partially disabled. I found him on the beach, unable to fly, the second joint of his wing having been broken by a shot from a gun. He could not run fast enough to escape, so I carried him home, and after securing him for two or three days with a string to his leg, I released him. I christened him Neptune. While Nep never became intimate enough to come at my call, yet he stayed about the premises, and would eat pieces of fish or clams REFERENDUM 453 that were thrown to him. He would allow one to pick him up, but never appreciated familiar ity. In the moming he would leave the house which stood on the meadow near the bay, swim up the creek, and spend the day fishing for minnows in some salt ponds. He would return toward evening, evidently with the expectation of being fed with some choice bits. One day a succession of piercing screams from Nep warned us that he was in some kind of trouble. Investigation showed that while con- sorting with the chickens a couple of sitting hens, evidently resenting his presence among them, had attacked him, and but for our timely aid would have soon killed or disabled him. The gull remained with us for some weeks, apparently contented with his half-wild, half- domestic existence, when he suddenly disap- peared, but not mysteriously. A severe north- east storm came up during the night, and the meadows around the house were submerged with three or four feet of water. As Nep could not fly, the force of the gale carried him to lee- ward, and the nearest land being two miles away, no doubt he perished in the storm and darkness of the night. Would Amend the Constitution Editor RECREATION: Last year I endeavored to call the attention of sportsmen and naturalists to the necessity of having the National Government at Washing- ton take charge of the preservation of certain species of game, especially the migratory birds, wild ducks, plover, snipe and curlew which do not belong to a particular State, like the quail, but are, so to speak, interstate birds. Some would like to have the National Government take charge of all kinds of game. But let us confine ourselves, for the present, to the wild fowl. ; We all know that the attempts thus far to pre- serve or prevent final extermination of the wild ducks are complete failures. ‘The laws are not enforced except that clause of them which re- quires the payment of a ten-dollar license by non-residents. If the money were used to pro- tect the birds I, for one, would not begrudge it; but it is not. Night shooting, market shooting and shipping to market go on without let or hindrance. A game warden on the coast of Virginia, who is most diligent in collecting the ten-dollar non-resident license, frankly admitted this winter that he could not stop night shooting and that there was no use in trying. We heard the heavy guns booming every night. He and his colleagues make not the slightest attempt to stop shipping to market; and, of course, those of us who are familiar with such places know the feeling. They do not want to interfere with 454 neighbors and old friends who have long made a profit in this sort of thing. In North Carolina there is no law forbidding shooting for market and shipping to market; and it is well-known that the market shooting influence is so strong that the Audubon Society of that State cannot secure the passage of any laws to stop this sort of extermination. The people are determined to get what money they can out of the birds during the few years they will last and let posterity take care of itself. In fact, the laws of Currituck Sound favor the market duck shooter and restrict the sports- men. I said last year that nothing short of an amendment to the Constitution, giving Congress the power to pass legislation for the protection of game, will save the game of this country, especially migratory birds, like the ducks. Maine, no doubt, has succeeded in increasing the number of its deer and reaping a rich har- vest in money return. But although it has been proved over and over again by figures that game preservation is far more profitable than game extermination, the large majority of States in the Union will never look at it in that light in our time, and after that it will be too late. Most of them are unable to preserve their quail; and a dozen or fifteen would have to pass uniform laws and have, what is impossible, uniform en- forcement of them in order to have any sub- stantial effect on the rapidly lessening supply of wild fowl. But the Government at Washington, if given authority by the Constitution, could pass a law which would apply to the whole Union and be enforced uniformly, as the internal revenue laws are enforced, by marshals and detectives, who know no fear or favor in county or State politics, or in neighborhoods. Under such a system, the Government could stop all duck shooting in the United States for a period of two or three years, which would vastly increase the wild fowl. After that, with market shooting and night shooting stopped, a closed year once in every three would keep the game increasing until in time they would be as numerous as they were sixty years ago, and then market shooting might be allowed again, under certain restric- tions. There was an attempt made to pass an act of Congress putting migratory birds under the care of the Department of Agriculture, but the department in that case could merely have given good advice to the States or to individuals. It would have had no power to enforce a law and fine and imprison people for breaking the law. Every lawyer and judge knows that an act of Congress forbidding night shooting, de- claring a close year or making any other regula- RECREATION tion about game in Chesapeake Bay, say, or Currituck Sound or anywhere except in the District of Columbia, or some national park, would be unconstitutional and void and the first man and every man arrested under it would be discharged by the courts. There is no use in fooling away time with — half-way measures. Nothing butan amendment to the Constitution can give Congress the power to save the birds. Nothing but the full govern- mental power of fine and imprisonment without fear or favor, nothing but rigid enforcement, as the revenue and tariff acts are enforced, by the methodical and systematic action of numer- ous officials, backed by the wealth and power of the National Government, can accomplish any satisfactory result. Anything short of that is a mere waste of words and energy. To amend the Constitution is a serious under- taking. But fifteen amendments have been added to it; and a sixteenth which will save for our people the charms and delights of health-giving nature will be worth all it costs. The sports- men, the naturalists, the nature lovers, the health seekers and the good citizens must be organized in one great association or in a number of asso- ciations to be federalized for united effort. SYDNEY G. FISHER. Philadelphia, Pa. San Jacinto Deer Editor RECREATION: The article in March Recreation, ‘The Game of California,” by Charles W. Hardman, is very good with one exception. Mr. Hard- man says there are no mule deer in California. If not, will he kindly tell us what those deer are on the Colorado Desert just east of the San Jacinto Mountains? They have exactly the same appearance of the mule deer of Montana, Wyoming and Colorado and are very much different than the blacktail of the Coast Range. I have hunted in nearly half of the counties of California and have yet to find a better place for all-around hunting than in San Diego County. If any reader of RECREATION wants to find an abundance of quail, rabbits, deer, bear, cougar, wild cats and trout, let him write to Eric Hindorff, Fallbrook, San Diego County, California. Last fall he and I went about twenty miles northwest of there to San Mateo Creek and killed our four bucks and then devoted our time to bear and cougar. In ten days we killed one bear and four cougar with- out going over five miles from camp. We saw altogether seventeen deer. This region is only a few miles from the coast, so it is not nearly so hot as in some regions in California, and there is also much less poison oak, which isa terror to many hunters. It is well-watered, springs THE REFERENDUM being found in nearly every canyon even before the winter rains. This is one of the overlooked corners of the State and is very seldom penetrated by city sportsmen. Speaking of rifles, my favorite for big game in California is the .32-40 Marlin. This, with high-power ammunition, is powerful enough for the toughest bear and as accurate for all practical purposes at 400 or 500 yards as the .30-40, and more easily cleaned and lighter. Let us hear more from California sportsmen about deer, bear and cougar shooting. M. S. BRowN. Pacific Grove, Cal. International Tournament Editor RECREATION: An international fly and bait-casting tourna- ment will be held in Kalamazoo, Mich., Friday and Saturday, August 3 and 4, 1906, under the auspices of the Kalamazoo Bait and F'ly-Casting Club, of Kalamazoo, Mich. Fly and _bait- casters are earnestly invited to attend this tournament and compete, as it is intended to make it of as wide a scope as possible, covering all such forms of casting as may be deemed advisable and feasible. Contestants from foreign countries will find every effort made to arrange contests in con- formity with those forms of casting with which they are familiar. Among the events scheduled will be long distance fly, delicacy fly, and distance and accu- racy fly, together with long distance bait (one- half ounce weight), distance and accuracy bait (one-half ounce weight), and delicacy and accuracy bait (one-quarter ounce weight). Team contests and other interesting features are con- templated and will be carried out if there are entries enough to make it of special interest. Beautiful trophies will be provided for all leading events, and a large number of attractive, valuable and appropriate prizes will be awarded. Naturally, the rules of the Kalamazoo Bait and Fly Casting Club will prevail, but excep- tions will be made, where deemed advisable, in behalf of visiting anglers, the desire being to make this tournament as nearly representative as possible of all forms of expert angling at large, and suggestions from anglers contem- plating attendance at the tournament are earnestly requested and will receive careful consideration if received in time. The tournament is open to either representa- tives of clubs or unattached individuals. A nominal entrance fee will be charged in each event. Handsome souvenir and illustrated pro- grammes will be provided, and no labor nor 455 expense will be spared to make this one of the most successful tournaments in angling annals. All anglers contemplating entering the tourna- ment and all clubs proposing to send representa- tives are urged to communicate at the earliest moment with the secretary, Mr. T. L. Fenker, Kalamazoo, Mich., who will also furnish any- one with further information, programmes, etc. The following are the tournament committee: B. L. Shutts, president; Dr. N. B. Hall, vice- president; Mr. T. L. Fenker, recording secre- tary; Mr. E. R. Owens, captain; Mr. Wm. E. Kidder. BEN O. Busu. Kalamazoo, Mich. The Charm of Archery Editor RECREATION: With the return of the robin and the greening of the lawns and fields, one’s thoughts turn naturally to outdoor doings, and if one has ever practiced that fascinating sport, that enticing science, that exhilarating pastime called “‘archery,” he finds himself eye-measuring distances along the paths that twine country- ward, and his eye sparkles, his muscles tense, and a firmer, truer step is taken when he thinks of lawns studded with the picturesque target— when he thinks of that chest-developing, nerve- steadying exercise of drawing the bow and launching into space the whizzing feathered shaft. Beyond a doubt archery is in the ascend- ancy once again and I imagine those skilled knights of the bow of some few decades of yes- terdays, look forward with joy and animation to the time when archery is all the rage again. Volumes could be penned in favor of archery, but as the space and time is limited nowadays I will, for the sake of the younger folk interested in the making of parabolic curves with the arrow, say that: As to cost—the first cost is about the only cost worth considering, as the repair expense is practically nil, and arrows very seldom are lost. One does not have to change clothing in order to enjoy the sport, as the exercise is deliberate, studied. For nerve-steadying properties, for chest, shoulder and back there is no sport any better calculated to give excellent results in a short time than archery. From a social standpoint it is par excellent, as dozens can participate at the same time. Trips into the country with bow and arrow tend to relieve that nervous strain so noticeable in those who do things worth the while. It is to be hoped that the coming summer will call out hundreds and thousands who will be bettered in mind and body by the use of the bow and arrow. W. E. Mizner, M.D. Cincinnati, O. Regarding Questions Once upon a time a diminutive hunchback counsel was endeavoring to hector and brow- beat a strapping sergeant of the guard who was unfortunate enough to be in the witness box. “Now, sir,” thundered the lawyer, ‘‘since you know so much, please tell this court what is an interrogation point.” ‘A little crooked thing that asks questions.” Now this little crooked thing that asks ques- tions is a very easy thing to send forth through the mails, but any person with sufficient leisure may ask more questions in an hour than an admirable Creighton could answer in a year. This reflection is prompted by an examination of sundry letters that have been sent into this department by persons who ‘‘want to know.” A few samples will possibly amuse the brethren and are, therefore, set forth: Q. I wish to ask you regarding an old Revolutionary War flint-lock Ferguson rifle: (a) Was the bullet used round or conical? (6) Was it lubricated? (c¢c) If so, in what manner? A. The flint-lock Ferguson rifle shot a round bullet, which was unlubricated. (Although this correspondent does not ask for further particu- lars, we have much pleasure in supplying them, thus anticipating other requests.) The barrel was 44 inches long and weighed about nine pounds. The bore was 3 inch, and the barrel had six grooves. The front sight was of brass and the rear sight a standing notch. This rifle was invented by Major Ferguson, an officer in a Highland regiment, and: used by a smal] num- ber of riflemen on the British during the Revo- lutionary War. Q. Can a conical bullet be shot in a smooth- bore rifle without leading the barrel ? A. What is a smooth-bored rifle? We know of an oval-bored rifie, invented by Lancaster, and which is still in favor in Great Britain, but a smooth bored rifle—no, frankly, this beats us! Q. How far is a round bullet accurate ? A. This depends upon our conception of accuracy. Modern riflemen find that 75 feet is about far enough if you want the round bullet to go just where it is aimed, yet the late lamented Pathfinder could shoot birds on the wing at an incredible distance, using round bullets, assumably cast in his own _ bullet-mold. Q. Does a hollow-based bullet check gas more than a flat-based one? A. Not necessarily. A bullet in order to check gas must either be mechanically a perfect fit, or else it must be expanded by the blow of the explosion until it seals the grooves and makes a gas-check. Ifa flat-based bullet is not too hard it will upset upon receiving the blow, and fill the grooves just as well as would a hollow- based one, but with a light charge of pow- der it might be necessary to use a hollow-based bullet, as this would, of course, expand more easily. Q. How far is a smooth-bored rifle accurate ? A. We pass. Q. Which of two bullets, round or conical, of same weight and with the same charge of powder, is the deadliest ? A. (We can see our finish; the end cannot be far distant.) If our correspondent will inform us at what distance the victim is to stand, we will tell him which bullet is the more deadly. The round bullet will make the biggest hole, and if the muzzle were placed against the victim’s vest (supposing the victim to be a man) it would be very effective. But, if the aforesaid victim was distant, say, two hundred yards or so from the firing point, we should expect the more deadly results from the conical projectile. First N. B. —This is about as near as we can get it to-day as we are not feeling very strong. Q. What size round bullet and what charge of powder would be necessary to kill a moose or a bear in a muzzle-loading rifle ? A. If the moose or the bear would consent to stand perfectly still, so that the hunter could approach sufficiently near with his trusty muzzle loader, taking a deadly squint along the faithful tube, we think that a buck shot might be sufficiently large. The Hudson Bay Com- pany found that a 28-gauge smooth bore was the best for their trade, and for something like a hundred years every Hudson Bay post carried a supply of 28-gauge, flint lock, smooth bore guns, and we think it is safe to say that these guns, in the hands of Indian hunters, have killed more bear and moose than have any other weapons whatsoever. The powder charge was usually two drachms of coarse black powder. GUNS AND AMMUNITION The New U.S. A. Revolver It has been decided to adopt a .45 calibre, the .38 calibre having proven a disappointment upon active service. The bullet that will be experimented with has a weight of 230 grains, with a lead core and a full cupro-nickel envelope; the point is round. The type of cartridge in which this bullet is to be used varies according to the weapon for which it is designed. That for revolvers is to have a rim; that for automatic pistols a groove. It is estimated that in order to give the requisite stopping power, the bullet must have a velocity of 800 feet per second. This will give 325 foot-pounds, which is about equal to that of the .44-40-200 fired from a 53-inch barrel. This velocity is obtainable with the before described bullet in a revolver when 7.2 grains of Laflin & Rand Bull’s-Eye powder is used, and in an automatic weapon, where there is no escape of gas between the cylinder and the barrel, an equal velocity is given by 5.2 grains of the same powder. Several of the leading revolver manufacturers have been asked to send in experimental re- volvers and automatic pistols to use this car- tridge, and they will be ready by next autumn, when, it is expected, prolonged and exhaustive tests will be held by the United States Govern- ment in order to decide the official model for the army. Side Ejector Less Handy Editor RECREATION: In reading over the different discussions about belt revolvers it strikes me as funny that no one mentions anything about the difficulty of getting cylinder off on a side ejecting revolver. I think the old Frontier Colt’s models are about the most simple and best all-around guns I ever saw, and the only fault I have to find is the unnecessary weight in the .32-20 size, and also the fact that the gun is not made to use the .38 short and long Colt’s cartridges. It has always struck me that for the work a revolver is called on to perform, a straight-bored cylinder is preferable on account of the ease with which same is cleaned. On the other hand, when the cylinder is chambered, it is much harder to clean and keep clean. If the Frontier model was made in a .38 calibre, and made lighter, it would fill the bill so far as Iam concerned most excellently. There is also another little point, I believe, where the Colt’s people could improve on, and that is the trigger. It is very narrow and insig- nificant. Any cheap $2.00 pistol on the market has a larger and more comfortable-shaped rigger. 457 I would also like to have some one tell me what is the most convenient way of getting the side ejecting cylinder off for cleaning, as I have a gun of this type, and no one here, locally, seems to understand how to get it off unless the whole arm is dismantled. Jessr FRENCH, JR. Peoria, Il. A to-Bore for Duck Editor RECREATION: I have been a reader of your magazine for some time, and think it very interesting, espe- cially the gun and ammunition department. I noticed in your January number “Black Duck’s” inquiry as to the best gun for duck shooting, and also the various replies in the March issue. Some of these were so different from my own experience that I should like to give my ideas on the subject. I agree with W. T. S. when he says: “Pick out your birds and get them,” but I think he would be much surer to get them with a 1o- gauge Remington or Ithaca, than with any 16-gauge gun. A 16-gauge may kill mallards at 30 and 35 yards, but I think a good ro-gauge will kill them ro to 15 yards farther than that. In many places it is hard to get within 35 yards of the game, and I don’t think a 16-gauge will . throw the shot far enough. Of course much depends upon the quality of the gun. A cheap 1o-gauge is nothing but a bill of expense for ammunition. But take a high-grade American-made gun and I think a 1o-gauge, 32-inch barrel will be found the best for mallards. I have never used a shotgun with 30-inch barrels, but several of my friends say they have found them very unsatisfactory. As to a load for duck I would advise the use of the Win- chester Leader shell and Nos. 4, 5 or 6 chilled shot. As far as my experience goes I like a gun with the left barrel choked and the right cylinder bored, but could not advise any one on this. Would like to hear from others about it. ERNEST R. STEGNER. Beardsley, Minn. Would Like a Box Model .25-20 ‘-EpITtoR RECREATION: I own a .303 calibre Savage rifle, fitted with a sporting leaf rear and Sheard’s gold bead front sight, which I think form an excellent combina- tion. Ialso havea .25-20 calibre Winchester ’92 model, which does excellent work with both the low and high velocity ammunition. I think that many of us would like to see the Savage or 458 Winchester people, make a .25-20 in some kind of a box magazine, as the tubular magazine is a nuisance in some ways, and the .25-20 is a very popular cartridge for all game under deer. Upon examininga Mauser rifle, the other day, I noticed that it only had four deep round-edged riflings, while the American-made rifle has six much shallower square-edged riflings. Which formof rifling gives themostaccuracy ? How does the Krupp steel barrel compare with the American make of rifle barrels in shooting qualities? Which gives the most accuracy—the pointed nose bullet or a flat nose bullet of the same length? Orro KosiTzky. Yankton, South Dakota. Shoots a .32-40 Marlin Editor RECREATION: I take a great deal of interest in the “‘Gun Talk” in RECREATION, and think it is the most interesting page. I read a great deal of experi- ences told by fellow sportsmen, with different makes of rifles and calibres, but see very little about the .32-40 rifle; in my estimation it is the best all-around gun on the market. T use a model ’93 Marlin, and think it is one of the very best made. The .32-40 h. p.s. isa very accurate and also a very powerful car- tridge, giving a velocity of 2,000 feet per second, and also a flat trajectory. For deer, moose, caribou, elk and similar game it is the very best of rifles. Now, brother sportsmen, take my advice and use a .32-40 next season and you will not regret it, but useh. p.s. cartridges, and above all, let it be a modern. Wishing the very best of success to the new RECREATION. I. L. HucHey. Aberdeen, Ohio. Loyal to the Savage Editor RECREATION: I notice a correspondent in March REcREA- TION is anxious to hear from users of the Savage rifle. While I am the owner of two rifles made by the Savage people—a .303, and one of their 1903 model .22’s, and swear by them both, yet it is rather amusing to note how loyal the average hunter is to his rifle. Last Novem- ber, when on my annual hunting trip, I met a great many hunters, of course using a consider- able variety of firearms, and saw but one man who was dissatisfied with his weapon—a .32-20 _ —and he had killed one of the largest bucks I have ever seen with it. This hunter was much chagrined because others could shoot through four-foot trees, while he could not. While each may have a decided preference for some par- ticular make, yet, as now made, there is every RECREATION reason to believe that any standard arm will give the owner perfectly satisfactory service. Personally I should like to own one more arm, and that a Savage, buiit on the same gen- eral lines of the 1899 model, but shooting the h. p. .25-20, and weighing not to exceed 64 pounds. I should like to hear reports from brother sportsmen who are using the 8 mm. and 9 mm. Manlicher rifles. How do they compare on big game with the various .30-30’s and the .303? I have bought a lot of the new Ideal bullets, No. 308,291, and am having very good results, using 23 grains L. & R. Lightning powder. They have a little lower velocity than the regular factory cartridges, and the trajectory is some higher, but they have given very accu- rate results. I have not tried them on game. Hinchman, Mich. E. A. Boat. Up-to-date and Wise Editor RECREATION: I am particularly interested in the Gun De- partment, for I have handled and used a gun nearly all my life, in fact, ever since I was a small boy, back in the old muzzle-loader days. I see that some of our brothers have a hanker- ing to stick to black powder and lead; but I, for one, am satisfied with the metal-patchandsmoke- less powder. I don’t think I would use black powder again if it was made free, gratis; no, I have no use for black powder, unless they stop making smokeless powder. : I see by some of the letters that they have lots of trouble keeping their guns from rusting. Well, mine will rust, too, if I don’t keep it well cleaned and wiped out. For gun grease I use vaseline and beeswax, or white wax, either one. works well. A gun is considerably like a fine horse; must be well taken care of and well groomed tolook nice. About the only difference is that your gun doesn’t need grooming quite as often as the horse. I have used all kinds of guns, from the .50 to the .25-35, and am using a .25-35 at the present time, and am well satisfied with it, for it certainly tears things where it has a chance. It will take all the head off a jack-rabbit, and clip a grouse’s head as neatly as though it was done with an axe. I am getting rather old to talk about shooting a grouse’s head off, but I do get them quite often. Yet, I never hunt with anything but a rifle, so you can see I should have to get the heads or spoil the bird, and I would much rather have a bird get away than to shoot it in the body, for it is surely spoiled then. Well, I don’t want to take too much of your valuable time, so will close by saying I am a GUNS AND AMMUNITION close observer of the game laws, and would like to see them enforced oftener than they are, but Washington laws do go after them some. Monroe, Wash. G. W. BARBER. No Pea-Shooters for Mexico Editor RECREATION: We take pleasure in reading the articles on arms and ammunition in your magazine, though we hardly agree with the arguments set forth in most of the letters published. We heartily agree with Mr. E. M. Crafton, Chicago, in the February issue, with the excep- tion that we prefer the Bisley model and would add the .38-40 to the .44 and .45 cals. We condole with, rather than blame, the class of men whose occupation condemns them to office confinement and so saps their strength that they cannot stand up against the recoil of anything larger than a .32 calibre pea-shooter. A double action gun is a good gun for appren- tices, but the single action for ‘‘the man who packs his gun at his hip.” We believe that smashing power, rather than penetration, is valuable in arms for defense and hunting and for this reason consider it neces- sary to use a flat-nose bullet of large calibre. Yours truly, Parral, Mexico. THREE “GRINGOS.” Prefers a 16-Gauge Editor RECREATION: I am an interested reader of RECREATION, and enjoy everything in it. The letters from sportsmen in regard to the guns they use and charges recommended are interesting, and ought to be very useful to those of little experi- ence. A letter you published in the March number from W. T.S., Rock Island, IIl., is to the point, and from my observation and experience for more than fifty years is the correct idea of gun and charge for small game. A man must know his gun and how to load it, and he must “‘pick his birds” and not “‘shoot at the flock”’ if he expects to be a crack shot. The gun I have used for thirty years is a Scott, No. 12, 29-inch barrels, weight 7? pounds, made to order. For quail my charge is 3 drams powder, 1 ounce of No. 1o shot; for duck, same charge, with No. 7 shot. If I had to change my gun I should buy a 16-gauge by some good maker, for I hold with W. T. S. that there is neither sport nor skill in killing game with a “cannon.” My observation is that most sportsmen use too large shot. I have shot quail from Virginia to Florida, and in all open months, and use No. 10 shot, and with my present gun (full 459 choked) have killed quail in January and February stone dead 60 to 70 measured yards. I seldom wound a bird with this charge. When covered the bird is invariably dead when it falls. With this charge I once killed a large wild turkey, flying from me, at 30 yards, as dead as Tever killed a quail, but, of course, do not recom- mend this charge for turkey. No. 7 chilled shot is as large as I ever use for turkey, duck or squirrels. Your correspondent gives excellent instruc- tions for testing a gun and finding what charge it shoots best. Ihave used a number of 12-gauge guns and never used the same charge in any of them, but changed the proportions. I once used a Remington 12-bore that re- quired 3? drams powder and 1% shot. With this charge it would kill and kick, but nothing less would satisfy it. Dupont’s F.F.F. rifle, or smokeless, is the powder I now use. I am too old to stand long tramps after game, but I enjoy reading of the sportsmen’s experi- ences with rod and gun, and wish that I could spend the rest of my days in camp and field with those who enjoy the sports and pleasures of outdoor life, and shall continue to read of them and enjoy them in RECREATION. Rome, Ga. Wm. G. .405 vs. the .30 Winchester Editor RECREATION: | In your November issue “‘W. N. A.”’ re- quests information relative to the comparative merits of the .30, .35 and .405 Winchester. I have never used the .35 calibre cartridge, but have done a little shooting with the .30 and .405 calibre rifles. The .30 is without doubt a very powerful arm for so small a calibre and loaded with the 220 grain soft-nose bullet it can be truthfully said to have sufficient power to drop the largest of our game. I have used the 220 bullet more for hunting than any other, except- ing the .45-go, and had no difficulty in bringing down a deer and a Maine moose last fall, although upon this occasion the moose started to run away with three 220 bullets, but dropped at the fourth. Two years ago, while hunting in the Tenapah Mountains of Oregon, I ran across an exceptionally lively mountain lion or cougar. Unlike other mountain lions I have met, this one showed a decided liking for a scrap, but one 220 grain bullet well-placed forever quieted his quarrelsome disposition. Three years ago the.30 gun bagged two caribou, one deer and a moose for me in Nova Scotia. One caribou was hit in the shoulder and another shot brought him down without a kick. The other caribou and the deer were each shot through the heart, both dropping within thirty 460 yards. The moose was shot twice, once in the shoulder and again through the heart, after running a hundred yards or so. Upon the whole, my experience with the .30 calibre has been very satisfactory, but in comparison with the .405 cartridge its shocking power is notice- ably weak. It may be generally said that the .30 calibre is an ideal one for deer, but for the moose and bear the greater power of the .405, is in my opinion to be preferred. There are, of course, many men who use the 30 Winchester for the largest of our game and while I am a fair enough shot the .405 1s none too heavy when you happen to stand upon a ledge of rock and old ‘‘Eph” with the devil in his eye and those four-inch razor claws of his— already sharpened for carving up Mr. Man— disputes the passageway. Let the .30 calibre man go ahead if he likes, but I always leave my .30 at home when on the trail of the grizzly; for I do not always feel confident of my ability to pump the magazine dry. The first shot often counts all or nothing, depending upon whether you hit or miss a vital portion of the bear’s anatomy, and this is the only reason I have for using my .405. The different ballistic data of the two calibres in question may throw addi- tional light upon the subject and help ““W. N. A.” to intelligently compare and choose the gun which is best adapted for his hunting field. The regular factory load for the .405 Win- chester—the actual bullet diameter is .412 inches—is 45 grains smokeless powder and a 300 grain soft-nose bullet. Velocity at 50 feet is 2,150 foot-seconds. Energy 3,077 foot-pounds. Penetration is 13% inch boards with soft-nose, and 48 boards with jacketed bullet. Trajectory at 100 yards, 1.05; 200 yards, 4.86, and at 300 yards, 12.82 inches. Free recoil is 28.24 foot pounds. The .30 calibre ’95 Winchester is loaded with 32 grains smokeless powder, carrying a 220 grain soit nose bullet. Velocity at 50 feet, 1,960 foot-seconds. Energy1,880 foot-pounds. Pene- tration 13% inch boards with soft-nose, and 58 boards with full jacketed bullet. Trajectory 100 yards, 1.23; 200 yards, 5.47, and at 300 yards, 13.55 inches. Free recoil is 11.59 foot-pounds. The .30 calibre has less than half the actual recoil, and my experience with both arms upon all kinds of game leads me to believe that the .405 with 300 grain soft-nose bullet has one-half as much more extra power. There has been quite a little talk about the great drawback of the .405, and that its great recoil makes it extremely difficult to shoot accu- rately, by reason of the shooter flinching. How- ever true this may be with many shooters—and I have no reason to doubt the above assertion— it has never bothered me; in fact, the recoil has RECREATION hardly been given a thought. There is no deny- ing that the recoil is considerable. In fact, the recoil of the .405 Winchester exceeds that of any cartridge manufactured by the Winchester Com- pany, and the only cartridge approaching it being the .50-110 high velocity cartridge. ‘This cartridge (.50-110) as tested at the factory shows a free recoil of 25.62 foot-pounds, but the actual shoulder recoil seems to me very much less. But even with its greater recoil there is no reason why a great many men cannot shoot a .405 quite as accurately as a .30-220, as the recoil is not nearly so great as that of ashotgun. A load of 34 drams of black powder and 1% ounces No. 6 shot (in a 12-gauge gun) has a free recoil of 31.5 foot-pounds, or as much recoil as the .405 and .25-35 calibre Winchester put together. To the sportsman who has handled a shotgun— and the 34 dram black powder charge is by no means even an average load for the 12-gauge among wild-fowlers—the recoil of the .405 Winchester, or any other rifle for that matter, will hardly be so great that it will interfere with the accuracy of his shooting at game. To my way of thinking, the 1895 model Win- chester is not what one would call a well-bal- anced rifle, and thinking I might possibly get a better “hanging” gun in another first-class make, I looked them over while in New York and picked out a .405 that answers my ideas much better. It is a Remington-Lee rifle, sporting model, 26-inch half-octagon barrel, weighing 74 pounds. Having the bolt system— adopted by the Navy in the 6 mm. or .236 calibre—the breech is as strong as it is possible to make it. Its accuracy in my hands may per- haps be accounted for by its rifling, which has been calipered by a gunsmith and found to be truer to the bullet diameter than either my Marlin, Winchester or Savage rifles. In fact, it is the best and most convenient rifle I ever owned, and shooting the .405 high-power Win- chester cartridge, it has proven in practice the most powerful rifle I have ever handled, more so, in fact, than the .50 calibre high velocity Winchester, one of which I still own. Deep River, Conn. RANCHER. Savage and Winchester EDITOR RECREATION: I notice in March number that Mr. Henry Thomas, Ava, N. Y., has adopted what I con- sider the very best small and big game guns now on the market, viz.: Winchester repeating shotgun and Savage rifle. I find the Winchester repeater a most perfect gun for turkey, duck and quail, and a Savage rifle cannot be excelled for larger game. We have plenty of deer, turkey, duck and quail, also some tiger (jaguar), GUNS AND AMMUNITION Mexican lions and black bear in this country, all of which I have been fortunate enough to kill, especially deer and turkey, which are very plentiful. I use the Winchester repeating shot- gun, 12-gauge, 30-inch barrel, and my loads are as follows: For turkey, 26 grains L. and R. Infallible powder, 14 ounces No. 3 chilled shot. Duck, 26 grains L. & R. Infallible powder, 14 ounces No. 6 chilled shot. Quail and other small game, 22 grains L. & R. Infallible powder, tz ounces No. 74 or 8 ‘‘trap” shot, and in all loads, wads as follows: One Winchester field, one #-inch black edge and one }-inch black edge, both 114-gauge, over powder, and one ““C”’ thickness card over shot. These loads I consider hard to beat. I speak from twenty-five years’ experience with all classes of guns, from the cheapest muzzle loader to the finest double and three-barrel guns now made. As to rifles, I prefer the Savage .303, with Lyman ivory bead front, ivory centre, leaf rear, sight and combination rear tang sight, with cup disk. Mexico. N. M. STUKEs, Jr. His Repeater Gives Satisfaction Editor RECREATION: I am an interested reader of your magazine, and also take great interest in the space under ‘‘Guns and Ammunition.” I like to read the different opinions of shooters, and think that, perhaps, there might be others that would like to hear from me as to my ideas in the gun line. Now, as to the best gun I ever used, it was a Winchester repeating shotgun. I have since then owned four of their latest take-down guns and for me there isn’t a gun made better. I have broken blue rocks and just as many as shooters who used $100 guns, and I never felt ashamed of my little Winchester in any com- pany. I knew it never failed to smash were I on my object. IT used Du Pont’s smokeless powder generally, but the last shooting I did was with Ballistite. I did well with it, and like it as it is very quick and strong and gives good penetration. On quail I used 3 drams Du Pont smokeless, and 1% ounces No. 7 chilled shot. On ducks 34 to 3% ounces of the same powder and 1% ounces 4 to 6 shot. I have made just as good kills with No. 6 shot as larger. I notice where Mr. F. Allen Kinsey, of Essex, Ia., says the Winchester has its faults. Now if he would be kind enough I’d like to know what he calls “a fault” in a Winchester. I’ve heard some say they have faults, but I can’t believe it. I can’t say enough for my little gun, which, by the way, I have forgotten to mention the bore of: it is a 12-guage, 30-inch barrel, full choke. I use it 461 in the field and at the trap and get my share every time. Well, perhaps I have written enough for the first time. Sawtelle, Cal. Jusse C. Brown. Fit Your Gun to Your Game EDITOR RECREATION: I note with great interest the comments of different writers in RECREATION on the revolver subject, and an ideal gun that would fulfil all purposes. The question is, what do they want arevolverfor? It is impossible to select anyarm that will suit all purposes. It appears that the only gun lacking is a hunting model or belt revolver. I will ask the readers of RECREATION these questions: If you were in the woods and were attacked by a wounded bear, elk or moose, and you had in your reach every make of revolver, which one would you select to defend yourself with. You would probably select the largest calibre in the bunch, wouldn’t you? The 45. Colts or the Luger or Colts automatic. Now, this point settled, you have got the revolver you want for hunting purposes, haven’t you? If you wish a revolver for a pocket arm you would undoubtedly select one of the small models and small calibres (nothing better than the 32. calibre). This gun would be light and would answer all purposes in that direction. These facts agreed to, there is no gun that will answer for an all-round service revolver. The same argument holds good in rifles as well as revolvers. For sheriffs’ uses and other officers whose duty it is to deal with desperate characters, I would strongly recommend one of the large calibre automatic pistols. Police- men would be satisfied with the 38. Colts special My arsenal consists of one Lee Straight-Pull rifle, one Winchester 405, one Browning Auto- matic 12-gauge shotgun, one double-barrel Parker 12-gauge, one belt revolver .45 calibre, 74-inch barrel, Colt’s Frontier model, and one Colt’s .32 automatic. I go out each season and get the limit of game, and return without a scratch. I am always willing to meet anything that walks the woods, with my selection of guns. I use the big calibres for big game and the small calibres for small game, and I have never yet been disappointed with my guns. Get this one gun, used for all purposes, out of your head. It won’t work. There can be great improvements made on the belt (or hunting model). The Old Frontier style, .45, Colt’s swing-out cylin- der would be the gun for me. With this im- provement I think that the American types of guns would be all that any one could ask for. CHas. McKENZIE Butte, Mont. s fat NY) SO SW Nyy ST m\\\ ee 2 aS Ke Thess MOTOR CARS AND GOOD ROADS BY JOHN B. FOSTER. While the ultimate purpose of the automobile is far from being merely a speed producer, it is an interesting fact in connection with its development, that those who are fond of the motor car because of its convenience and its utilities are never averse to studying the speed of machines in conjunction with other details connected with them. In this is to be noted one of those sympathetic relationships between the motor car and the bicycle. Of themselves having no resemblance to one another, both in their way have served the purpose of permitting humans to travel long distances with less fatigue than walking, thereby combining a utilitarian principle with one of pleasure. When the bicycle had rendered a whole con- tinent half-crazy on the subject of ‘‘ball-bearing locomotion,” there were hundreds of riders who accepted the wheel merely for the pleasure which they derived from its use. In no sense of the word could they be called ‘‘scorchers.”’ Yet they were mightily interested in discussing the speed of the various makes, and pursued bicycle race meetings with an enthusiasmsecond only to the actual participants in the sport. So with the motor car now. The “speed mania,” as it relates to the few who wantonly disregard laws and statutes that they may enjoy the fascinating sensation of flying through space, can with no justice be ascribed to the thousands who use the motor car merely for the convenience and the pleasure which they derive from it, and yet it is difficult to find a single enthusiastic motorist who is not interested in the question of speed, and who will not discuss it by the hour with others who are conversant with the same topic. Hence the great attention which is paid to national and international contests of the mag- nitude of the Gordon Bennett and Vanderbilt Cup affairs, and the necessity which exists of so conducting these competitions that they shall bring forth the best possible results. The Vanderbilt Cup race is assured again for this year in the United States, and it will almost without question be run over most of the course which was used in 1905. Two bad sections of road may be eliminated and the route altered to go further north. Rather than a drawback, this will add to the pleasure of more sightseers, who will be present early to witness the speed cars, and a contest is assured thus early which is likely to be of more interest than either of those which have taken place on Long Island. While on the subject of the Vanderbilt Cup race, it may not be out of place to say that the residents along the route are actually petitioning the Automobile Club of America to hold it over their roads this year, in contradistinction to the policy which was in vogue in the early part of of 1904, when some local opposition fought its taking place. It has been proved that the race may be conducted without harm to the residents of the island, if they will exercise caution for a matter of a few hours one morning in the year, while the sums left behind by visitors and com- petitors amply reward everybody ten times over for the trifling inconvenience of closing a few highways from dawn until about noon. Possi- _ bly there would have been no opposition in the first place, but for the fact that some of the pennydreadfuls ran out of ammunition for a sensation in the heated term, and declared war on the automobile race, trusting for abundant sympathy because the motor cars ‘‘were owned by the rich.” The Vanderbilt Cup race of 1906 will be in charge of J. DeM. Thompson, of New York, who has been elected chairman of the racing board of the American Automobile Association to succeed Robert Lee Morrell. The retiring chairman gave abundant satisfaction last year, but declared that he had enough of serving, and would prefer to retire and view the contest as one disinterested. Mr. Thompson has driven a motor car since 1898 and has witnessed every Gordon Bennett race which has taken place abroad, and most of the important races which have been con- ducted in the United States. He owns six cars personally and is a wealthy lawyer with a bent toward mechanics, who finds in motoring a medium to please his fancy. There is no question but the entries for another Vanderbilt Cup race will be numerous. There is too much at stake on the part of Ameri- MOTORING can manufacturers not to pursue their intention to wrest from European makers the prestige they have enjoyed as the builders of the fastest and most secure cars. In connection with this contest it may be added that the motorists of Chicago are agitat- ing the holding of a road race on some section of highway near that city. Western visitors have been many at the two races for the Vanderbilt Cup, which have been run in the East, and with their usual impulsiveness are eager to give the citizens of Chicago an opportunity to see what a wonderful destroyer of time and distance a completely rigged racing car can prove itself to be. ' On the whole, it appears as if a cup race somewhere near Chicago, managed on the lines of that which has taken place annually on Long Island, would be a large factor for good. No matter how much ultraconservatism may rail at the automobile and deny its use to the ' highways on the same terms and with the same privileges as other vehicles, there is not the slightest question but it will be the vehicle of the future, and in no place will it be more popular than in the magnificent West, with its grand expanses of outlying country, which need other than the poor cart-horse to keep commu- nities in touch with each other. John Farson is the new president ‘of the American Automobile Association. He is an interesting conversationalist and he is not a “‘speed-mad” motorist. The Vanderbilt Cup race appeals to him because it is a contest prop- erly guarded, but he is not over-mad on the subject of holding contests to establish records between cities, or to show off the merits of some car to some particular section at the risk of injury to somebody, followed by natural ani- mosity to the automobile. He had something to remark about motoring the other day, which followed the line recently taken in RECREATION regarding the spread of the motor car in popularity. He said: ‘‘Every automobilist should realize the wonderful improvements that have been made by Ameri- can manufacturers within the last two or three years. Hundreds of Eastern automobilists probably have no idea to how great an extent the moderate-priced and serviceable small car has resulted in a friendlier feeling through the country districts of the West toward automo- biles. In many sections of Illinois, Indiana and Ohio, where a short time ago there was hostile feeling in the so-called farming districts, totally different conditions now prevail. The well-to-do farmer and the man of moderate means are buying the small cars which sell from 463 $750 to $1,500 in large numbers, and they are discovering that there are elements of useful- ness in the motor car apart from the mere pleasure of driving about the country.” The greatest market for the automobile trade in the United States lies in the Western States. It is said that it is impossible to build a car cheaper than at the present time. It is doubtful if such is the case. Motor cars will gradually lessen in price as every commodity does after the first demand. Any discussion of motor car topics must eventually lead to the subject of good roads. They go hand in hand. Motor cars need good roads to make them most enjoyable, and motor cars are a better preservative of good roads than any vehicle which we use in America. This year the American Automobile Associa- tion will make an earnest effort to have roads properly sign-posted throughout all sections of the United States. It is bad enough to travel over some roads, which are most improperly fitted for motoring, to say nothing of adding the possibility of losing one’s way and wander- ing for hours through mud and over ruts which are enough to jar the mechanism of a loco- motive out of plumb. The League of American Wheelmen were pioneers in the matter of sign posts and suc- ceeded admirably in some sections of the coun- try in having them established. What was the result? Indifferent farmer boys, who knew the surrounding country to their own satisfaction, used many of the sign posts for targets. ‘Their elders, instead of rebuking them, passed over the destruction of property in a nonchalant fashion, as if it were something of which to be proud. The French farmer and the Italian farmer, though they be poor as Job’s turkeys, and the English farmers, too, for that matter, are most assiduous in protecting guide posts on their roads. ‘They tell the traveler that it is a matter of business. If Mr. So-and-So is journeying through the country, with an eye to purchasing here and there, he wants to know the proper direction, therefore it would be foolish not to preserve the sign boards at road intersections. Would that some of our American farmers felt of the same mind, so that the belated trav- eler in a dark night should not be compelled to alight from his car, and retrace his steps half a mile or so to a farmhouse, there to try to ascer- tain which road to take at a forks which once had a guide post, but presented nothing except the shivered stump filled with buckshot that had destroyed both sign and most of the up- right. Hints for Forming a Club Many camera clubs exist in an embryonic state without knowing it; 7.e., they consist of two or three friends who make pretty free of one another’s houses and dark-rooms. The pivot round which a small camera club revolves must necessarily be the dark-room. Expert photog- raphers, each blessed with a dark-room of his own, may meet in solemn conclave and debate knotty points of procedure; but your novice thinks less of talk than of action; he wants a place to ‘‘mess”’ in, as unphotographic friends term it. From a purely strategic point of view I think that a common dark-room should be on neutral ground. One beginner and his friends hired a room over a barn at 50 cents a week, and fitted it up for themselves; the plumber being called in only to connect it with the water-supply and presumably to install a sink. If the dark-room be in a private house, it is quite possible that objections may be raised to the periodic inva- sion of the premises by a horde of enthusiastic but possibly muddy-booted photographers. Every member should, of course, subscribe regularly. The amount must depend largely on the ambitions of the club. It would be only fair, by the bye, that any member who puts apparatus at the disposal of his fellows should write off part of his original subscription. Per- haps the best way to start would, therefore, be this: As soon as the list of members is fairly large, a meeting should be held, and apparatus, such as bottles, dishes, lamps, etc., be offered for the common use (with the proviso that, in the event of the club being dissolved, each item shall be returned to its original owner). If further apparatus be required, a levy should be made all round, those who have given most in “‘kind” escaping most easily. No club is complete without its officials, which can be reduced to two, president and treasurer. These should hold office for a suffi- ciently brief period to give every member a chance of serving in one or other capacity. Of course, you must start off with those evidently best suited for the office, who may set things in good running order. A few reasonable rules should be made and enforced. Among them I would include: The regular tidying-up of the = As “a dark-room at least once a week; the keeping of dishes and bottles in their proper places (jump on the untidy member); that everybody shall take his turn at the developing tray and not expect more than his due share of anything. Every member should supply his own plates and paper. That is obvious enough. But the question of chemicals is not so easily settled. If the members only play fair, there are decided advantages in the use of developers, toners, etc., in common. Waste is reduced to a minimum; and if it be decided to work with one or two standard formule I think that better results will be gained thus than from the practise of everybody being ‘‘on his own.”” —The members should certainly learn to make up their own solutions. If anybody shows a particular bent towards chemistry, he might be deputed the ‘“‘chemist.” Field days are of importance to keep a club alive. At intervals, say, once a month, a day should be appointed for a club outing with cameras. Developing Platinotype Prints One of the most economical ways of doing this is to collect several prints in an empty tray and develop them in a batch, since this will result in a saving of developer and fewer fail- ures, for the rapid transit from the fixing bath to the printing frame, which occurs when each photograph is developed when it is printed, is risky, and often leads to the prints getting finger-marked or splashed. My own plan is to collect some six or eight prints, then to fill a white porcelain dish with the oxalate solution, and develop each print by laying it face down- wards in the bath for a moment, and turning it face upwards for the completion of develop- ment, and so having time to remove any air bubbles that may have collected. A towel lies on the table on which to dry one’s hands before taking up the next print. When the developer in the dish is used up it is then thrown away and not poured back into the bottle; consequently, one always has fresh, clean developer to draw upon. Further than this, the oxalate will develop more prints this way, since the stock solution is not contaminated. Another method is to use two bottles, one full of the potassium PHOTOGRAPHY oxalate solution, the other empty, each dishful of. developer being poured into bottle number two after use instead of back into the fresh stock. Then, when the second bottle is full, the reverse action takes place, until the developer i is exhausted. Both these methods will result in cleaner and more brilliant prints, while if the oxalate is further kept in the dark its keeping qualities will be still further augmented. Improving Bromide Prints While it is generally agreed that a pale, weak bromide print or enlargement is not suitable for toning by the sepia redevelopers, it is not so widely known or appreciated that a good strong print of a bad color may be toned almost, if not quite, as satisfactorily as if the original color were a good one, and that prints on stale paper which has deteriorated so much as to be uscless for black tones may be made, and then being toned with sulphide give quite agreeable prints. It has been pointed out in our columns not only the great improvement that can be effected by toning, but that a poor black print may be converted into a good black print by a parallel method. The print, after thorough fixing and washing, its silver image converted into silver ferrocyanide by the ferricyanide bromide bleaching solution, is then thoroughly washed and redeveloped with a developer com- posed of: VICTOM es sti LM Me 45 grains. Sadia sulphite (cryst.)....... TROWN Sodium carbonate Cee ) elie se 270 a YESS (yo) I aie ae aa Meee ro ounces. No bromide must be used in this developer, whose constitution is important if good black tones are to be obtained. The print, after development, does not require fixing; it is just washed and dried. Such a process is poor economy in the case of little prints, but with enlargements it may mean turning a rusty and altogether unsatisfactory photograph into a good one. Record-Making Under Difficulties I have just finished developing a big batch of underexposed plates. I admit they oughtn’t to have been underexposed—but what is one to do when the light persistently remains bad, and the subject equally persistently remains moving? ‘There are times when a poorish result is better than none at all, and this was one of those times. The photographs are, in fact, records of an incident which had to be recorded. Under few circumstances indeed (I am inclined to write, under no circumstances at all) is under- exposure defensible in pictorial work pure and simple. But in record work, such as this was, one has to make the best of a bad job often 4605 enough. I want to tell you how I went to work to make the best of this particular bad job. As a rule [ develop that genus of photographs known popularly as the ‘‘snap-shot” (a word which, alas, generally embraces underexposure in its meaning!) by means of dilute Pyro Metol. Note, please, that I would like the accent laid on the ‘‘dilute.’”’? Pyro soda is good, too—but the main point is the diluteness. That is to say, the developer must be restrained, not with bromide, but with water; restrained in the speed of its action all over the plate, not in the degree of its action on any special parts of the plate. For if there is one bugbear to be dreaded in the typical ‘‘snap-shot,” it is hardness (7.e., extreme contrast, causing the high lights to be very, very white and the shadows to be very, very black.) Well, the only remedy for hardness is to use a developer which tends to give softness. A truism? Yes. But it is a truism on which plenty of habitual snap-shotters would do well to ponder. “‘I use any developer which comes handy,” one of the tribe once boasted to me. I invited him to snap two plates, and then develop one with full-strength Hydrokinone and the other with dilute Pyro Metol, and see whether he still thought that, as he had said, ‘“‘you can subsequently get any sort of contrast you like by using the right grade of gaslight paper in printing. Development doesn’t mat- ten ane er and!) so forth) Whether he ted my recommended experiment I don’t know. If he did, I doubt if he profited by it; for he was one of those people who are always in a hurry. And that is the unpardonable fault in developing snap-shots. An underexposed plate simply won’t be hurried. Softness and detail are two qualities which never go hand in hand with haste, and the sooner the snap-shotter grasps this great truth, the better for his work. A good many of my set of underexposures I developed with dilute Pyro Metol, as I say. But certain of them, which I knew to be, on the whole, even more underexposed than the others, I treated with Glycin. Glycin, as you probably know, is a favorite for stand development. I needn’t here enter into the reasons why this is so; nor need I give you a formula, as plenty have appeared in these pages. Anyhow, those extra underexposed plates I developed with stand development, and next time you have any difficulty in getting detail and softness in snap- shots, I’d like you to try that too. If there is any detail to be had, you may be sure Glycin, acting slowly, will coax it out. I have carefully compared the negatives I developed with Glycin and those I developed with Pyro Metol, and the Glycin ones are unmistakably superior. ‘There is a coarseness about the Pyro Metol negatives, a sort of forced look, which is absent in the 466 RECREATION Glycin ones. (This sounds vague, but I could show you in a minute what I mean if you were with me in my workroom.) Moreover, the deli- cacy of the detail, if not the actual quantity of the detail, is greater in the Glycin negatives. Even when the detail in the two types of nega- tives is about equal, that of the Glycin negative prints more softly and pleasantly—at any rate on printing out paper—than the grimy detail of the Pyro Metol negatives. “But I haven’t a tank suitable for stand development,” some one says. Never mind. Although I have a tank, and use it often, I developed these particular negatives in a dish. I made up the Glycin solution of the same strength at which I use it for tank development, only much less of it in all. (My concentrated Glycin needs dilution with eighty times its bulk of water; but the formula varies, and yours may need less water.) Then I put a plate in an ordinary dish, flooded it with the excessively dilute Glycin, set it on one side with a cover over it to keep the light out—and went on with my other work. There you have one of the chief advantages of Glycin. The dish needs no rock- ing, no attention. Once I had put one of the plates into it, I could leave it and start develop- ing some others with the Pyro Metol in the usual way. My Pyro Metol negatives each took about a quarter of an hour to develop. By the time I had finished four, the Glycin negative was just about done. You have to take a peep at your Glycin nega- tive from time to time, of course—say every quarter of an hour or so—to see how it’s pro- gressing. But if you overdevelop it, no harm’s done; you can easily reduce it. The danger rather is underdevelopment. Glycin behaves somewhat differently to the old-fashioned developers. Detail comes up all over simul- taneously, and only slowly gains density. Moreover, a stand-developed negative has a trick of looking denser than ‘it really is, before fixation. But you soon get accustomed to that. Another point: A little sediment is apt to settle on the plate when immersed for very long in its dish of Glycin. Be sure and give a thorough rinse before washing, to clear this off. To Wash Bromide Enlargements J. P. G. asks: Would you please give me a good way for washing enlargements up to 8 by 10? I have plenty of water. The best way for washing enlargements is to place them in a large tray of clean water and turn them over therein three or four times; then transfer them (one by one) to a similar tray, containing a fresh supply of water. Again turn them several times in the new tray of water, and then again stransfer them singly to the other tray, which, in the meantime, has been refilled with fresh water. About eight changes of five or six minutes each should be sufficient to thor- oughly wash them. To Remove a Print from Its Mount N .F. B. sends in the following question: The mount of the enclosed old-fashioned print has been broken across, but you will notice that the print itself is not broken, although there is a distinct mark of the fracture. It is a rather valued portrait, and I wish to remove it and remount it. Can this be done by soaking it in water? The print is on albumetized paper and will therefore stand any amount of immersion in hot or cold water. You will note, however, that the eyes of the standing figure have been put in with Indian ink, as has also part of the hair. This will, of course, be washed away in treatment, and you will have to put them in again after remounting the print. The only way to proceed is to tear away the mount as carefully as possi- ble from the back; that is, break the mount with a knife at the edge and tear it away by pulling towards the back, placing the photo- graph face downwards meanwhile on a per- fectly flat surface, such as a piece of plate glass. Do not on any account attempt to pull the print from the mount, but always remove the mount from the print. As soon as you have removed as much as you can (it will come off in thinnish layers of board), put the print face downwards in a porcelain tray and pour hot water upon the mount. It will be advisable, of course, to heat the tray gradually before attempting to use very hot water, otherwise it may break. If you have an enameled tray, it will be preferable to use that, as you could then have the water actually boiling. Allow the print to stay in this until the water is quite cold, and then hold the print to the bottom of the dish with the fingers of the left hand, while you take the edge of the mount between the thumb and fingers of the right hand and gradually pull it towards you, keeping the fingers of the left hand as near as possible to the raised part held in the right. If there is any inclination to stick, or if the mount does not come away easily, you must pour off the cold water and again treat it with boiling water, and allow it to become cool. When the print is removed, wipe it over with cotton wool to re- move all traces of mountant, and remount in the ordinary way. ra ae Ce ee ee ae THE QUAIL DOG BY W. B. TALLMAN Quail shooting in the Northern States is practically a thing of the past. I can remember when, in starting out for a day’s shooting in New England, the prospects of finding quail were about equal to those of finding partridge, but from what I can learn now of the quail shooting north of Virginia, it does not amount to much; surely not enough to warrant the sportsman in going to the expense and trouble of procuring and keeping dogs especially for work on quail, unless he can go South for his shooting. The limited area of open grounds where the birds feed, and the fact that all, or nearly all, of the shooting would be done in almost the same character of cover as that in which par- tridge are found, will warrant me in saying that a good partridge dog is all that is necessary for one who shoots only in Northeastern coverts. A good partridge dog is almost sure to be a jawly good quail and woodcock dog, for use in the small fields and thick rough coverts. But that same dog, owing to his experience in hand- ling the ruffed grouse in New England, would be greatly handicapped when put down in the large areas of stubble fields and ragweed of the South. While I claim that a real good partridge dog would make a good quail dog, I acknowl- edge that it would take some time for him to find out the difference between the birds, and to learn to get out and range the wide open fields as he should. So when speaking of a partridge dog I mean a dog for Northern or New England shooting, and when speaking of a quail dog I have in mind one for the South or the West. Generally speaking, the dog to be used for quail shooting need not go through as thorough a course of ‘‘yard breaking” as the one to be worked on partridge. Though I do not think that he can be taught too much of those things that really apply in his work afield, if it is taught in the house or yard, I do object to his being practiced in these accomplishments when out for a run in the field, especially if running where there is a possibility of his finding birds. I would suggest that he be broken to come promptly when called, made to drop to order, and to follow at heel. This latter should not be too strongly impressed upon him unless he is on a lead. In fact, it is well to do all the yard breaking in the yard, and only use it when abso- lutely necessary outside of the yard. As nearly as possible make him understand that when he is out his whole purpose and aim is to find birds as quickly as possible and to handle them properly when he does find them. Make him understand, as nearly as you can, that that is what you expect of him. Don’t attempt to make him think that he must find them within a given area, but simply that he must find them if they are in that township. Do not be too elated if the youngster begins to point everything that wears feathers. That is not the sort that is apt to make a real good one. I remember a remark made by one of the most successful field trial handlers and breeders of field trial dogs some years ago, to the effect that none of his good ones ever pointed until he made them do it, and that he would not have one that pointed naturally. I think that this idea was carried to extremes by him, and doubt if it was absolutely true. My idea is, that he had lots of young stock “‘farmed out,” and that he selected for his field trial candidates those that went the fastest and widest after they had run wild until they were about a year old. Then by judicious handling he made them point and hold their birds. By running wild they had learned to find birds, and knew just where to look for them. Being uncontrolled they went with all the vim and speed possible, and when taught to point and hold their birds, they were fit for the hottest field trial company. This, of course, was an extreme case, but I mention it, in order to impress on the minds of those who desire to possess a truly high-class field dog the necessity of selecting one that gets out and searches wide and fast for his birds, rather than one that points sparrows and butter- flies or creeps and crawls on the trail of a mouse or turtle. If, when looking to purchase a likely young dog, you are shown one that shows a disposition to go fast and well, don’t be discour- aged if he chases a lark or sparrow, but watch him closely, and see if when running fast he turns out of his course, gets the wind, and goes directly to birds, be they sparrows or game. Notice how he carries himself. If he goes high- headed and in a way that looks as if he meant 468 business and could be made to point, that is all that is necessary—he has the right stuff in him, and it is up to you to see that it is properly developed. If, on the other hand, he simply races and shows no nose or disposition to find birds by means of his scenting powers, chases when he happens by luck to run onto birds, or when he scents them creeps and crawls and noses the ground for foot scent, it is not worth while to invest much in him. Having made a good selection, and, to sum up, this means one with plenty of courage, speed and nose, and showing evidence of bird sense, judgment must be used in steadying him and forcing him to point and hold his birds. In some cases there may be but little trouble in getting the desired result, but in others, especially where the young dog has been given his head too long, great care should be taken not to discour- age him from doing fast, snappy work on his game. Too much insistence on his doing an old dog’s work at the start may result in his becom- ing‘overcautious,and in some cases lead to bird- shyness. Give him his head as much as pos- sible, only checking or punishing him when he has committed an intentional misdemeanor. Do not restrict him in his range, nor try to make him work out every corner. He will soon, if he has not already done so, learn to look in the likely places, and will do it better and quicker than if he depends on your judgment, and is continually looking to you for instructions. A Gun-Shy Dog EDITOR RECREATION: I have an Irish setter dog about a year old that is gun-shy. If I shoot a gun or revolver of any kind off within his hearing, he will try to get into the barn out of sight, or in fact he will sneak and lie down any place he can find where he thinks he has protection from the noise. I have tied a light rope to his collar ring and fired off a gun alongside of him and of all the attempts you ever saw he made to get away. I would leave him go to the end of the rope and then call him by name, at the same time giving him a vigorous yank, then pet him and shoot off the gun again. I am at a loss to know what to do, as he is an excellent dog, well-bred, etc. His full sister could not be bought for $200, and is at present owned by Dr. Gratiot, in Dubuque, Ia. His dam and sire are good dogs broken to hunt and do hunt, but poor Tramp is gun-shy. Please let me know through the columns of RECREATION what I can do to rid him of his fears. L. F. BARRETT. Cascade, Ia. The course you have adopted with your dog RECREATION is about the worst you could have chosen. It is no good tying a string to him and yanking him around with the idea of curing him from being gun-shy. The dog is probably, by this time, incurable, but you can try the following and may possibly succeed with him: Allow the dog to become very hungry, keeping him in a barn or cellar, and fire a very light charge of powder some distance away from the dog; then run in and make a lot of him and feed him. Keep this up until the dog associates the sound of firing with food; gradually increase the charge and use good judgment in trying to decrease his fear. Cavalry horses are trained to associate a pistol shot with their feeding time, and by this means in a few months the horses become accustomed to the discharge and ever afterward are indifferent to the report of a firearm.—EDITOR. About Wolves We now have absolute proof of the damage the wolf does to game. A few weeks ago it was found that big game was being killed on Grand Island, Lake Superior, a preserve of the Cleveland Cliff Iron Company. A great battue was organized and as a result a large female wolf was shot, there was none other on the island. This wolf in thirty days had killed thirteen deer and one caribou. At this rate she would have killed ninety-six deer and twelve caribou in one year. As many deer ranges are better stocked with wolves than with deer, it is easy to see how important it is that high rewards be offered for the destruction of wolves. The first to receive a Minnesota wolf bounty fee for 1906 was Silas Puller, of Solon Springs, who took in five wolves, three of which he killed in the town of Nebagamon and two in the town of Gordon. The killing of wolves in Minnesota this year is a lucrative business; for each wolf killed the successful hunter is rewarded to the extent of $20. Of that amount half is paid by the county and half by the State. In a great many cases the settlers during the winter take out pulp wood or cedar ties and at the same time set traps and poison for the wolves. Why don’t they make the wolves wear muz- zles in Texas? A dispatch from Austin says that Samuel Thomas, a rancher of Erie County arrived there on January 21 to be treated fo rabies at the State Hydrophobia Institute. He was working on his ranch a few days ago when he was attacked by a mad wolf. He had a desperate fight with the animal before he killed it and was bitten several times. 6. et AS 97 | oe HAN Naat i ae ve Ry By AY GUS How Bass Hibernate Editor RECREATION: Dear Sir: Is it a very common occurrence to witness a bass in the act of hibernating? Having never read of any one witnessing such a thing I would conclude that it is not oftenthat sucha thing is witnessed. Such an occurrence was witnessed here last Saturday. John Peplinski was fishing for perch through the ice in a coop; he was using min- nows for bait and there were a great number of small perch around his hook, all of them too small to take the minnow, when suddenly they all dis- appeared, diving and hiding in the weeds on the bottom. Mr. Peplinski was sure that this was the signal for the appearance of a large fish of some kind, when a large bass, estimated to weigh about five pounds, appeared,and without paying theslight- est attention to the minnow buried himself in the soft mud directly under the hole through which Pep- linski was fishing. Peplinski says his attention was attracted by the peculiar appearance of the bottom where this occurred, immediately after he had his coop placed. The bottom was covered with weeds about a foot in height, except a small round spot about 30 inches in diameter straight down from the hole through the ice. This spot was entirely devoid of weeds and had the appearance of a spot usually made by a boiling spring, but in this case without the boiling. The water here was about 11 feet deep. It would appear from this that bass do not stay in the mud during the whole winter, for this bass had evidently been out for some purpose. The appearance of thespot wouldindicate that this bass and perhaps others had frequently been coming and going. I have no doubt that more than one bass use this spot to hibernate. As I have said before, this is a new one on me, and it offers me the occasion for considerable thought and meditation. I should be pleased to hear from you in regard to your opinion of this. WALTER E. GUILICK. Traverse City, Mich. From Casco Bay Editor RECREATION: Commencing with the month of April very fine deep sea fishing may be had within an hour’s sail of this place. Cod are the most common fish caught this month, and sometimes very large ones are hooked. About the middle of June the had- dock come in and they are quite plentiful through the summer. Hake and pollock are caught in great number. The last-named fish is not con- sidered very desirable eating, but it is a fish that averages about two feet to two and a half feet in length, and being fairly gamy, it is great sport catching them. Casco Castle is a very fine summer hotel that accommodates roo guests, and there is a nice launch fishing parties can hire within a stone’s throw of the hotel. The launch and man can be hired for $12 per day, which includes bait, lines, etc. Rowboats, of which there are some fine ones at the same place, can be hired for $1 per day, or $3.50 a week. The charges at the hotel are $2 per day up. The fresh water fishing does not amount to anything, although there are one or two rivers near here where small trout can be caught. There has recently beeen a fishing club formed here called “The Casco Bay Fish Culture and Angling Association.” This club has leased for a term of years the necessary land and water privi- leges situated in South Freeport, and, having now completed thereon a hatchery capable of hatching one million eggs, intends to carry on the breeding and exhibiting of fresh water fish in a modern manner. It is intended to breed game fish only, such as salmon, land-locked salmon, brook trout, one or two foreign species, and two or three of this family from the Pacific Coast. A few of the coarser fishes native to Maine, that are spawners, will be bred for the purpose of showing the process of raising fish from the egg at different stages during the entire year. i A. DYxon. South Freeport, Me. Salmon Upset a Stage C. T. Thomas, of Astoria, Oregon, once caught a salmon in which he found a mallard duck, but he failed to state what the duck contained. Speaking of salmon, in 1885 a stage was upset at Applegate Creek in Southern Oregon by a rush of these fish. The drivers cut the horses loose and escaped on the animals’ backs; but the moral barometer always stands low in the neighborhood of a salmon stream. Fish in Colorado and Utah Waters For a number of years now fish in the mountain streams contiguous to the line of the Denver and Rio Grande Railroad in Colorado and Utah have been increasing in great numbers. The United States Government and State hatcheries are each year planting a hundred times more fish (trout) than are taken out of the streams by hook and line. Prior to 1904 the annual planting was between 470 2,000,000 and 3,000,000. In 1904 the number reached 6,326,000 and in 1905, 7,669,000. It is expected that even this astonishing record will be exceeded in 1906. This continuous fish propaga- tion insures the angler first-class sport for years to come. The 1905 distribution in detail is shown on the accompanying sheet. To Preserve Mianows Editor RECREATION: I would like to ask for a receipt for a prepara- tion to keep small minnows (for trout bait) from getting soft in hot weather. It has been my ex- perience that you put minnows an inch and a half long in bait box for four hours on a hot day and they get bloated and so soft you cannot keep them on a hook. Have used dry salt, but do not like it although it makes them tough. They seem to get hard and dry crooked and do not look natural in the water, so do not seem to soak up when you get them wet. Enclosed find stamp for reply. E. A. KERSTING. Alcohol or formaldehyde might suit.—Epriror. On Photographing Fish The photograph published in the April num- ber of RECREATION of a cusk is a most remark- able photograph, inasmuch as it was taken of the fish while the latter was free in the waters of Lake Chelan. All of those who have attempted to photograph fish in the water will appreciate the difficulties which our correspondent, Mr. James W. Nichol, had to overcome to secure this picture. It is one thing to photograph a fish in the aquarium where you can arrange your light to suit yourself and take a side view, but it is entirely a different proposition to photograph a fish from above when it is down in the natural waters. Good Fishing at Manistee Editor RECREATION: The fishermen are having great sport here on Portage Lake catching perch, ciscoes and herring through the ice. Ciscoes and herring are caught near the surface with hook and line; hook with white bead being used. Some fishermen have caught as high as three hundred per day. Some good strings of large perch are being taken, and occasionally a grass pike. C. R. Harris. Manistee, Mich. The Salmon of Knowledge We have at last discovered how Ernest Thomp- son Seton learned the language of animals. It is said he is descended from Fion, of the Magic Thumb. Fion got his peculiar thumb from a creature called the Salmon of Knowledge. This fish gives prophetic and poetic genius to him who eats it. Fion was ordered by his master to prepare such a fish for the table, but, being an awkward cook, he burnt his thumb and thrust it into his mouth to cool it. Immediately the servant received the gift intended for his master. He at once knew all that was past and all that was to happen in RECREATION the future and understood the speech of animals. So don’t bite your thumb at Seton’s stories. Commissioner Whipple Recommends Commissioner Whipple, of the New York State Forest, Fish and Game Department, suggests in his annual report submitted to the Legislature that the leasing by the State of camp and cottage sites within the State forest preserve would ac- complish two things without injury to the park lands. Under the constitutional provision no one is per- mitted to erect a permanent structure on these lands. Commissioner Whipple suggests the leas- ing will bring an annual revenue into the State treasury of nearly $300,000; would make every camp owner a protector of the forests from fire, and would make the Adirondack Park accessible to the masses. He also suggests that the law prohibiting the pollution of streams be strengthened; that the right of the State to close inland waters be more clearly defined. During the year the State propagated at its fisheries 171,000,000 fish, as compared with 111,- 000,000 in 1904. The large proportion of the in- crease was in game fish, particularly in trout. The fines collected during the year aggregated $58,548, an increase of $34,911 over 1904. Difference in Pounds Jessie Mondie, of Quincy, caught a catfish which weighed, when dressed, 100 pounds. We know some girls that cost more than £100 when dressed. This Reminds Us — Of the tradition that if a cat gets on a person’s breast while that person is asleep he will breathe in the sleeper’s face and the victim will die. But a little kitten in a New York police station got on the breast of the sleeping captain of the precinct —and the kitten died! Fisherman’s Luck BY IRENE POMEROY SHIELDS. The very best fish of the season’s catch Is “‘the one that got away”’; The biggest bass and the gamiest trout Are cooling their sides to-day, And telling the tales of their narrow escapes To the crony across the way. The very best “catch” of the season’s beaux Is the one that escaped the lure; The witching wile and the tempting bait, And now, with a heart secure, Sits placidly smiling at Cupid and Fate, And dreaming of maidens demure. But courage is high and hearts are strong While life lasts hopes remain; Miss Simon-Peter and gentle Old Ike Next season will try again; And given a year for devising fresh lure, Their efforts may not prove in vain. fewirxl YOU AND ME UST about the sweetest little ' shotgun you can get for Her, without having to pay a fabu- lous price, is the new 28-gauge single-barrel H. & R., made by the Harrington & Richard- son Arms Company, Worcester, Mass. Address Dept. R, and ask for catalogue. This is not a small bore gun on a large frame—it is a dainty little sporting arm for dainty shooters; weighs only four pounds. \) Pr Tennis season’s about due. How about that warped racket? Spaldings will straighten it up and refill it for you. And remember, the Spalding Championship 1906 tennis balls are declared absolutely the best in every particular of manu- facture. Get a catalogue from A. G. Spalding & Bros., 126 Nassau Street, New York City. The accompanying cut shows the new Auto Graflex camera, a camera which, we may add, is just about the best sort of box the “camera hunter” can get. Its special advantages over other cameras is that the user, right up to the very instant of making the exposure, can see the image full size and right side up. This is accomplished by means of an optical mirror placed within the camera at an angle of 45 degrees, reflecting the image from the lens upon a ground glass placed at the top of the camera. And this advantage is supplemented by an additional mirror placed in the top of the focusing hood, enabling the user to hold the camera on a level with the eyes, a distinct advantage when it is necessary to keep an eye on your bear, lest he come too close for com- fort. Get a catalogue and post up on this new camera for sportsmen. ‘You can aim it like a gun.” A card to the Folmer & Schwing Company, Rochester, N. Y., will do the trick. The safety pocket axe has been called perfection by the thousands who have used it; but Mr. Marble has recently invented and attached to it a folding nail claw which has doubled its value and adds only 25 cents to the cost. A ten-penny mins nail can be drawn with ease from a seasoned hemlock plank with it. You can get at and pull a nail with the axe and claw that you could not remove with a hammer alone. Until 1907 the claw will be furnished only on the No. 2, 20-ounce, 11-inch, steel and hard rubber handle pocket axe. Send to the Marble Safety Axe Company, Gladstone, Michigan, for their new 56-page, 1906, catalogue ‘‘A,” in which twelve new inventions by Mr. Marble are de- scribed. The Toquet Motor Company, 1 Madison Avenue, is turning out marine engines of much the general appearance of last year’s product although the weight is somewhat less. ‘They are very carefully tested and each one is connected to a dynamo and made to keep a bank of incan- descent lamps lit for a number of hours. The water jacket is put under 200 pounds water pres- sure, which very quickly indicates any flaws. The two cylinders are cast in one piece, but only the ends of the water jacket are cast with the cylinders. The sides of the water jacket are formed by large cast iron plates bolted on each side of the cylinder casting. This arrangement makes it very convenient to get at the inside of the water jacket to free it from mud and remove any scale that may collect on the outside of the cylinders. A very complete and interesting catalog giving full dimensions of these motors has been recently gotten out and will be gladly mailed free of charge if mention is made of this magazine. Sportsmen have been a little slow in appreciat- ing the advantages of the modern prismatic binocular which, in comparison with the ordinary field glass, is something like the rifle of to-day and the muzzle loader of the past, as regards efficiency and power. The hunter carrying a prismatic binocular can examine the game before it comes within shooting distance. There 472 RECREATION is no better glass made than the Turner-Reich prismatic binocular produced by the Gundlach Manhattan Optical Company, of Rochester, N. Y. They cost more than the old style of field glass but they are worth all the difference. Write for descriptive circular, and mention RECREATION. The illustration herewith represents the Savage Model 1905 Target Rifle, which, the manufac- turers claim, met with the most phenomenal sale of any low-priced single-shot that was offered to the trade last year. In fact, the factory was far behind its orders during the entire season. It has exceedingly attractive and symmetrical lines and is fitted with the Savage Micrometer rear sightand ivory bead front sight. Its equipment and accuracy equal rifles that cost twice as much as the price of this rifle. Investigation is in the air. Like lightning, it is liable to strike anywhere. It shatters some things, like lightning. Others are impregnable; The W. H. Mullins Co., of. Salem, Ohio, has just received an order for two of its famous pressed steel boats, to be used on Walter Well- man’s proposed trip to the North Pole by airship. It is Mr. Wellman’s idea to suspend these boats from his airship. In placing this order with the W. H. Mullins Company, Mr. Wellman paid the company a very high compliment, as he states he had investigated the construction employed by different firms both abroad and in this country, and after visiting the plant of the W. H. Mullins Company, he expressed himself as being satisfied that the Mullins boats were the lightest and at the same time the strongest in the world. ‘The boats being built for Mr. Wellman are 16 feet long with a 44 foot beam and will weigh less than 300 pounds. Lieutenant Robert E. Peary, now on his way to try to reach the Pole, has a Mullins with him on the Roosevelt. For waters difficult of access, Abbey & Imbrie, 1g Vesey Street, New York City, offer the Paine the more they are investigated, the more highly they are esteemed. Meisselbach’s fishing reels are in the latter class. Investigate them and you are sure to buy one or all of them. Their reels are claimed by them to be the most famous now on the market. Among them are the “Takapart,” the “Expert,” and the “Featherlight.”” And not less appreciated by the fishermen is the “Harri- mac” landing net. Write Meisselbach & Bro., 17 Prospect Street, Newark, N. J., for their cata- logue and mention this magazine. Several months ago, at the suggestion of Eastern capitalists, the Miller Brothers, proprietors of the famous ror Ranch near Bliss, Okla., opened up a summer camp on their ranch. It was an- nounced that they would take care of a few young men from the East who wished to spend a few weeks and enjoy the open freedom of their large ranch. Accordingly the Millers ordered outfits for fifty campers, but the number now promises to exceed that by four or five times. An ideal camp has been established on Salt Fork River, adjacent to the Osage Indian Nation, where hunting is plentiful and where fishing is good. Zack Miller, known as one of the most expert cowboys on the Southwest plains, has charge of the camp. Later in the season a number of guides will escort the party across the plains in true Wild West fashion—the trip being made in covered wagons, or prairie schooners, with grub wagons, outriders, guides, etc. portable boat. This little craft, when “knocked down,” makes a bundle forty-two inches long and seven inches in diameter, and weighs twenty pounds. The manufacturers claim it to be per- fectly seaworthy, and say it can be set up in less than five minutes. Ask for booklet “R.” The new two-blade reversible propeller wheels, with detachable blades, made by the Michigan Motor Co., Grand Rapids, Mich., are all the go for the smaller motor boats. Address the Wheel Department and ask for catalogue “R.” THIS TARGET WAS _ MADE AT 25 YARDS WITH A 22 CALIBRE MODELI1903 SAVAGE RIFLE ON MARCH 22, 1906. BY PROF. Cc. C. HART. RECREATION'S ADVERTIIOLEK HAWKEYE Refrigerator BASKET “Tt Keeps Contents [ce Cold” ceria PRUNE ne O, it’s not like the ordinary lee backer s just what its name implies—a basket refngera- tor—compact—handy—convenient. In our healthy outdoor American life it is more than a luxury—it is a prime necessity. Think what it means—when the thermometer is flirting with the 100 degree mark, to have cool butter, sweet milk and fresh, palatable food which you can eat with a zest and relish. ‘ How the Basket is Made The Hawkeye Refrigerator Basket is made of strong, smooth rattan, fitted witha non-rusting metal lining. Between the rattan and the inside lining i is a layer of asbestos packing and a layer of felt. he ice is contained in a small compartment in one end of the basket which is removable. The lids and bottom are of hard wood treated the same way, and a strip of heavy felt is piped all around the edge of the Ras Which makes the basket practically air-tight—hermetically sealed. The small piece of ice required will keep the basket cooled down to 58 degrees for 24 hours For Picnics or Outings For Fishing or Hunting It means keeping all the eatables cool and sweet—butter, salads, After a long morning's sport when noontide comes, the lunch sandwiches, pickles, iced drinks, etc. No matter how hot the day, will be as fresh and appetizing as when you started.._ Afterwards, the the picnic lunch will be appetizing and fresh. basket will keep your fish or game firm and fresh until you go home. For Travellers For the Automobile People who travel any distance can eat their meals unspoiled by No matter where the automobilist may stop at noon, he can the stale, hot atmosphere of a crowded car. For the babies a supply depend on a crisp, refreshing meal, free from dust or warmth, if he car- of cool, sweet milk can be kept. Cool food means comfort and health.: ries a Hawkeye Refrigerator Basket. We make special sizes to order. In the sick room, in the office, any place where cool drinks or food are desired the Hawk- eye Refrigerator Basket is indispensable. The Hawkeye Refrigerator Basket will not wear out. The metal lining wil] keep bright all the time. The top is polished with oil, and the bottom given a thick coat of the best paint to make it more durable and proof against dampness. In fact, we have studied it from every point of view to make it the most serviceable and convenient basket ever offered to the public. Free 30 Days Trial — The Hawkeye Refrigerator Basket is on sale at hardware, sporting goods and department stores. If you have any trouble finding it, send us your dealer’s name and the price of the basket you want. "Useitfor 7227ty days and if it doesn’t prove just what you want, fire it back and we will return your money without a murmur. Isn't this fair? Size No. 0—13x9, 7 inches deep, $3.00 Size No. 1—18x10, Sinches deep, $3.25 Size No. 2—20x13, 10 inches deep, $3.50 Send for free illustrated booklet, containing among other things, a lot of letters from enthusiastic users of the Hawkeye Refrigerator Basket. Write to-day. BURLINGTON BASKET COMPANY, 503 Main St., Burlington, Ia. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER W.L. DOUGLAS °3= & °3= SHOES men W. L. Douglas $4.00 Gilt Edge Line cannot be equalled at any price THIS CERTIFIES that the “TAKAPART’ (air I N Oo U R Oo P I N I O N is the Best (bait casting) Reel Made BECAUSE: ID LS Smallest and lightest for capacity ; holds 100 yards line to others of same weight and size 60 yards; easiest running; adjustable bearings absolutely true that cannot wear loose; click is of hardened steel, sounds lighter when reeling in, louder when playing fish; rapid winding—four revolutions of spool to one of handle; adjustable friction device prevents backlashing; handle can be placed in tour different positions to suit angler; readily taken apart or assembled without tools; machine-made—parts absolutely accurate, adjusted to 1-1000 of an inch, and interchangeable; material, workman- ship and finish are the best. Price, $6.00. Made in 80 to 100 yards’ capacity. All dealers will show it, but insist on ‘‘Takapart”’ stamp on reel. About one-third the price of other high-class reels. Our booklet tells all about it. Free on request. A. F. MEISSELBACH @ BRO. 17 Prospect Street, Newark, N. J. W. L. Douglas makes and sells more men’s $3.50 shoes than any other manufacturer in the world. $10,000 ** uisprove tnis Statement If I could take you into my three large factories at Brockton, Mass., and show you the infinite care with which every pair of shoes is made, you would realize why W. L. Douglas $3.50 shoes cost more to make, why they hold their shape, fit better, wear longer, and are of greater intrinsic value than any ARE YQU_4 SPORTs"an | ENGINEER PROSPECTOR RANCHMAN If so our Ine of waterproof Boots and Shoes will in- terest you. Made of Moose Calf, | to measure. Guaranteed to give satisfaction. Our noiseless hunting boot beats anything made. Our Orthopedic Cush- ion sole is comfort to ten- der feet. Send jor Catalog. Agents wanted in every town THE SPORTSMAN’S BOOT WM. N. GOKEY SHOE CO. No. I West 3d St., Jamestown, N. Y., U. S.-A.-- ie other $3.50 shoe on the market to-day. W. L. Douglas Strong Made Shoes for Men, $2.50, $2.00. Boys’ School and Dress Shoes, $2.50, $2, $1.75, $1.50 CAUTION—lInsist upon having W. L. Douglas shoes. ‘Take no substitute. None genuine without his name and price stamped on bottom. Fast color eyelets used; they will not. wear brassy. Write for Illustrated Catalogue. : When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER am Bohs! My sili BYE ake Moy ic Hie f Ihe Man Who Knows goes duck hunting with a MARLIN re- peating shotgun. He finds MARLIN accuracy and MARLIN buoyancy and ease of handling of considerable help when they fly fast. The unique MARLIN breech-bolt, that shuts out rain and water and keeps the shells dry, is another thing to consider, along with the solid top and side ejector. The MARLIN 12-gauge is made for both black and smoke- J-- less powders, and to take heavy ~ loads easily. It has % less parts than any other repeating gun and handles very fast. A famous gun for hard usage and all weathers. There’s a lot of invaluable gun information in our catalogue (300 illustrations). It’s free for 3 stamps postage with our Experience Book, which tells many vivid tales of MARLIN prowess. ‘em THE MARLIN FIRE ARMS CO. 5 No. 30 Willow Street, New Haven, Conn. Aoi, ar MA ae PAT Mule EF ~ "Np AU iV) % - ey, we Saket PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT «ays , “the ideal place to spend aes , ie Summer Vacation is on a ‘Western Ranch.” | On.THE 101 RANCH | soe & one can lead the free and easy life of the western cowboy, gain 20 pounds in weight and go home with some color in one’s cheeks. | dh ROSS Ae a - We will furnish you comfortable quarters, a private saddle horse and cowboy equipments, the fat of the land for the camp. with experienced and reliable men to guide and entertain — you. Riding, roping, fishing, swimraing, polo games and all kinds of out door sports and cat-: tle round-ups. cA: ORT ae pe 1 Jags . THE 101 RANCH is the largest farm and ranch in the United States, located in the gar- den spot of Oklahoma. Our herd of Buffalo is the finest in existence. a ae pe ete If interested send for our free Booklet “On 101 Runch” giving full information. (Those ordering only through curiosity ercloze 10c in stanaps. ) Besser ts Miah wig het MILLER BROTHERS, 101 SANCH, BLISS OKIAHOMA. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER —. E BROOKS SYSTEM a &. By the BROOKS System 10,686 amateurs successfully built boats by the Brooks System last year. Fifty per cent. of them have built their second boat. Many have established themselves in the boat manufacturing business. If you can drive a nail and cut out a piece of material from a full-sized pattern—you can build a Canoe—Rowboat—Sailboat— Launch—or Yacht—in your leisure time—at home, and the building will be a source of profit and pleasure. Our big free catalog tells how you can build all styles of boats—all sizes. All you need is the patterns, costing from $2.50 to $25.00—and materials from $5.00 up—with ordinary household tools. The Brooks System consists of exact sized printed paper patterns of every part of the boat— with detailed instructions and working illustrations showing each step of the work—an itemized bill of material required and how to secure it. Our catalog shows our full line of knock-down and complete boats. Satisfaction guaranteed or money refunded. Be sure and send for the catalog to-day BOOKS WE PUBLISH Useful information for the Amateur Yachtsman and Boat Builder. Price, 25 cents. The Principle and Operation of Marine Gasoline Motors. Price, 2s cents. BROOKS BOAT MANUFACTURING CO. (ORIGINATORS OF THE PATTERN SysTEM OF Boat Bumpinc) 505 Ship St., Bay City, Mic Premo Filmplate Combines all the advantages of Daylight Loading, Use of Films, Use of Plates, ae treatment of each. The Premo Film- plate is the latest, newest and most com- pact member of the Premo family. Sizes: 3% x44; 3% x5%: 4x5. | Ask your dealer or send to us for catalogue. ROCHESTER OPTICAL COMPANY, 46 SOUTH STREET, ROCHESTER, N. Y. When corresponding with_advertisers please mention RECREATION Camera Ground Glass Focusing, Permits individual a 5 ena aN RECREATION'‘S ADVERTISER WIN C. v BD 4S vs eh ah SYS 627 SUES Bd yt") rote ARES Bat ERI Bey Rive Rie Sy SN ae LPO RE Sect pial ARSE NRA oor ve ‘\ hyy uns ihe eS Sh bo) PRE *3 Be Le Yay Na) M4 LY ‘ of * Sa 5 eh “en “7. Ne vi Aa cca ae Rr eh R fhe" 8S MOG « + PG £ x , bt Lae 7 B. a yy a Cae Ae ; . Sas, eve ats oo Sate eee . ° wr rs an es ane 32 and .35 Caliber Self-Loading Rifles The Winchester Model 1905 Self-Loading Rifle is not cumbersome, complicated and unsightly like most other self-loading firearms, but a simple, handsome, well-balanced gun. The Winchester self- loading system permits rapid shooting with great accuracy and on account of the novelty and ease of its operation adds much to the pleasure of rifle shooting either at target or game. For certain kinds of hunting where the quarry is generally shot on the run, the Winchester Self-Loading Rifle is particularly well adapted. The .32 and .35 caliber cartridges that the Model 1905 handles are of the modern smokeless powder type and give excellent penetration and great shocking effect on animal tissue. FREE: Send name and address for large illustrated catalogue describing all our guns. WINCHESTER REPEATING ARMS CO., NEW HAVEN, CONN. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER to get relief from attacks. The careful examination of every case, medicines \/ to obtain natural and refreshing sleep. prescribed to meet the needs of each individual a to regain vigorous health. patient and the close observation through weekly to be permanently Cured. reports of every one under our care constitute the ‘hese are burning questions, but are fully an- Secret of our success. swered by the cures made through our Constitutional Our Book R answers all. Treatment. It’s FREE; a postal will bring it; write to-day Address P. HAROLD HAYES, Buffalo, N. Y. nil nil i No. 308291 No. 321297 No. 319295 ut TACT TIT ‘TTT Butt nit it : m | —— ‘ian TE RS can make their own High Power hard or soft point bullets, with two moulds, and keep some Cash in their pocket- books for powder, instead of spending it all for high-priced metal covered bullets that wear out the barrels. Send us the calibre of your rifle with three two-cent stamps for sample bullet and descriptive circular. When'you write please mention RECREATION. 7) One IDEAL MANUFACTURING CO., [2 U Street, New Haven, Conn., U. S. A. EXTENDED AMM MMM &. FOL DED DDD TTA DTT DOD hilly YY s j ] ACME FOLDING BOAT CO., MIAMISBURG, O. For Over 60 Years Mrs. Winsiow’s Soothins Syrup has been used for over FIFTY YEARS by MILLIONS of Mothers = fortheir CHILDREN while TEETH- ' by those who know where they get the most for their money. Made of one piece of metal. Easy to button and unbutton. Stay buttoned. {] They Outwear any other button, the rolled plate never wears off like other plated buttons, | §] Also made in Gold and Sterling. If dam- aged in any way, exchange it for new one, 4] At all jewelers’ and haberdashers’. ] Send for Story of Collar Button. KREMENTZ @ CO. 90 Chestnut Street Newark, N. J. ING, with perfect success. IT SOOTHES the CHILD, SOFTENS the GUMS, ALLAYS all pain, CURES WIND COLIC, and is the best remedy for DIARRH@GA. Sold by Druggists in every part of the world. Be sure and ask for Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup and take no other kind. 25 Cents a Bottle. An Old and Well-tried Remedy SS —— SSS SWIFT SAFE DETRO “The kind yeu always thought would be built some day” Write to-day for our Free Illust’d Gatalog We are the WORLDS LARGEST BUILDERS of eanoes and launches DETROIT BOAT CO. pereSiy ti cu | When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER Dupont Smokeless IS NO EXPERIMENT But is the Finished Product of Over 100 Years’ Experience in Powder Making It is made in America by MEN .WHO KNOW HOW E. I. DUPONT COMPANY, Wilmington, Del. HIS illustration shows the double thick nitro breech and narrow skeleton rib of an ITHACA No. 7 $300 list gun. @ This feature, together with the reinforced frame, reinforced stock and double bolt, makes the ITHACA the strongest and safest gun for Nitro powder. @We build every- thing from a featherweight 5% pound 20 gauge gun to a 10% pound io guage duck, fox and goose gun. @ Send for Art Catalogue describing 17 grades IOo, 12, 16 and 20 gauge guns ranging in price from $17.75 to $300. ITHACA GUN CO., ITHACA, N. Y. Lock Box 3 Paciric CoAst BRANCH, 114 SECOND STREET, SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA i = When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S Korona Cameras are an irresistible combination of good materi- als, fine workmanship and sound mechanical principles. With a KORONA you get a high- grade Jens of our own make and more satisfac- tion than we can anticipate. The owner of a KoRONA never wishes for some other kind of Camera. Get a KORONA catalogue to select from, order the KoRONA of your choice, for a look at it and you will find, we think, that the catalogue description is in- adequate. The same is true of Turner-Reich Prismatic Binoculars You cannot realize what a poor affair the ordinary Field Glass is until you have tried a ‘TURNER-REICH in comparison. We sell direct from the factory, where not represented by an Anti-Trust dealer. CATALOGUES AND TERMS SENT ON REQUEST. Please mention whether you are interested in Cameras, Lenses, Binoculars or Microscopes. We make all these lines. ITS ALE IN THE LENS Gundlach-Manhattan Optical Company 790 Clinton Ave., So., Rochester, N. Y. ADVERTISER TACKLE the TACKLE QUESTION It is hard to find two fishermen who fish with the same tackle and use it exactly the same way. Every fisherman has his own way of doing things. _ In selling tackle it counts a great deal to be a fisherman— it gives a clear understanding of other fishermen. You would have to search diligently outside of our tackle department to find three men whose range of -fishing experience could do more to intelligently supply you with what you want—no matter where you choose to fish. Touradif Rods are a product of our own experience and few men who ever get one in their hand are willing to fish with any other. However, our Catalogue R tells of many rods, of the finest English lines and of leaders, reels and novelties. We will be glad to have you ask for it. ABERCROMBIE & FITCH CO. Complete Outfits for Explorers, Campers, Prospectors and Hunters 57 Reade Street (One door from B’way), New York Improved RADIUM Cigar and Cigarette Lighter This improved lighter is of latest style and im- provement, and gives ab- solute satisfaction. Indis- pensible to every smoker and sportsman. Safer than matches, and can be exposed to any tem- perature. Ignites when exposed to air, and is practical’ indestructible. o manipulation, no ad- justing. This European novelty is finished in high nickel plate, and can be carried in the vest pocket. Price, complete, postpaid, 40 cents. Agents and dealers wanted every- where. Large discount to the trade. ALSO MAKE Sportsmen’s Electric Flash Lights, - - $1.00 Reserve Battery, 20 cents. Sportsmen’s Electric Longlight, Reserve Battery, 25 cents. - -- $1.50 These flash lights are made of the best batteries and Australian bulbs, covered with aligator skin. Manufacturer's Importing Company 23 Duane Street, New York, N. Y. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER SMITH WESSON REVOLVERS The Man With a “ Cap and Ball” in the early days of its general use, had everything his own way. Improvements gradually gave certain makes the advantage and today The Man with a SMITH & WESSON has an instantaneous defense that shoots further and surer than any other revolver. Every SMITH-& WESSON is a tested assemblage of tested parts. ‘The difference in price is smal] — in results it may mean your life or your death, Military Models of 1902, 1905 are identical except in the shape of the handle, and both are pros vided with front cylinder lock, ‘This front lock is used in connece tion with the regular locking pin and is operated by the same thumbe piece, making the most perfect locking mechanism ever used in this type of arm. The construction of this front lock is such that all wear is automatically overcome, and this feature, in connection with the hardened tool steel bushings in frame and cylinder, makes pos- sible closer joints with less friction. The alignment of cylinder and barrel is also absolutely assured by this double locking. The wonderful accuracy of this model has made it the preferred revolver by every modern government. ALL SMITH & Our new booklet “‘ Tte Revolver” ’ WESSON Revolvers’ illustrates and describes each have this Monogram Model in detail and gives instruc: sf tions for Target Shooting by an ee ue Stamped expert. The most interesting on the frame. None revolver catalogue published. We others are genuine. Free on request. The Development of the SMITH & WESSON Revolver SMITH & WESSON “CAP AND BALL” 15 Stockbridge Street, - - Springfield, Mass. Pacific Coast Branch: 114 Second Street, San Francisco, Cal DEAD SHOT SMOKELESS New Bulk Powder ) FOR SHOT GUNS. Dead Shot Smokeless thoroughly meets the requirements of discrim- inating sportsmen. Branded with the name of a house whose goods are most favorably known, it will always be the powder of a 4 “known quantity,” unsurpassed in any particular. ) Clean Shooting, makes a perfect pattern, high velocity, safe, is unaffected by climate. MW Have your shells loaded with “ Dead Shot Smokeless.” | Your dealer will gladly supply it. If you are in doubt write to us. Write to us any way for booklet. AMERICAN POWDER MILLS, i] BOSTON, MASS., U.S.A. A ST. LOUIS, MO. CHICAGO, ILL. , aed When*corresponding with advertisers please?mention RECREATION RECREATION’ SYADVERDISER A Fay & Bowen Engine TOQUET Took One First and One Second Prize Marine Motor in the Palm Beach Races in F ebruary 2H. P. to 100 H. P. It is better to investigate the Toquet before you buy any motor—better to investigate now than be sorry after you have purchased another. Ask a Toquet owner how he likes his motor —we'll supply names and addresses. A reliable Two-Cycle Machine started without a crank, Our unique Make-and-Break Sparker is admitted to be the best. A FAY & BOWEN ENGINE came in first in the Chicago-Mackinaw Endurance Run last summer,. running the 39 hours without a single stop. Write for free catalogue of Motors and Fine Boats Fay & Bowen Engine Company G. Epuarp SHaw, General Manager 74 LAKE STREET GENEVA,N.Y. SYLMAR OLIVE OIL acer” CALIFORNIA a ee Grand Prize (highest award) at the St. Louis World’s Fair, in competition with all other olive oils. It is the natural oil of EXPRESS olives, to which nothing has been added, PREPAID nor anything taken away; guaranteed pure. It will keep longer than any other oil without turning rancid. We own the ranch, the trees and the mill. We produce this oil under the most favorable conditions from the finest ripe olives grown. Sylmar Olive Oil retains all the rich, fruity flavor of ripe California olives and is most- palatable. Sylmar Olive Oil is absolutely the finest article of its kind that can be produced, and can be purchased with the confidence that every bottle will stand the most rigid chemical analysis and be proven absolutely free from adulterants. Catalogue sent on re- ceipt of three 2c stamps. THE TOQUET MOTOR CO. 29 East Twenty-third Street, New York Metropolitan Building Send post-office or express money order for $3.00 for three quart-size bottles, and we will deliver them to you express prepaid. Use one bottle; if at theend of thirty days you are not delighted with its efficacy, your money will be refunded. We publish a booklet containing physi- cians’ directions for medicinal uses of olive oul, cooking receipts, Government recom- mendations. descriptions of our process and directions for detecting adulterants in olive oil. We will send this booklet and a sample bottle of the oil to any address for 10 cents postage. Two tablespoonfuls of Sylmar Olive Oil contributes more nourishment than a pound of meat, because it is wholly assimi- lated without taxing the digestive organs. The body is a machine which must be lubricated in order to run smoothly and be vigorous. Eat natural olive oil freely and Natural Oil of Olives Perjected from pay the doctor less. “Blossom to Bottle”? on the Largest Olive Ranch in the W orld. Los Angeles Olive Growers’ Ass’n, 327 Bradbury Bldg. | gs Angeles, Cal. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER YT YYUYYy \ MGB \ NS SS THE difference between Hitting and Missing is the difference between an Accurate and an Inac- =~ curate Arm. Choose wisely—discriminate! Geta STEVENS! Forty years of experience is behind our tried and proved line of RIFLES, PISTOLS, SHOTGUNS. eR nee | Jc SLEVENS ARMS, AND TOOL CO. |... ae press prepaid, on receipt of P.O. Box 444 describing the entire catalog price. CHICOPEE FALLS, MASS., U.S.A. STEVENS line. & WOAH — WK tipi Wiz Vt Yj YW, ty A 2,000,000 ACRE FISH AND GAME PRESERVE interspersed with 1200 lakes and rivers. Speckled trout, black bass and salmon trout abound. Magnifi= cent canoe trips. A paradise for the camper and angler. Altitude nearly 2000 feet above sea level]. Pure and exhilarating atmosphere. A beautifully illustrated publication giving full description, maps, etc., sent free on application to G. W. VAUX, Room 917, Merchants Loan & Trust Bldg., Chicago, Ill. F, P. DWYER. 290 Broadway, New York, N. Y. T. H. HANLEY, 360 Washington St., Boston, Mass. W. ROBINSON, 506 Park Building, Pittsburg, Pa. Or to emt — oo y ~~ Geugmalbimmaiagiuduchar % 7 G. T. BELL, Gen’! Passenger and Ticket Agent, Montreal y Z wanes 100d mn AAVOOYARL YS YP OLDAABY AMER AA INLET DBE TA pe the ————<—$— When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION ?)S “ADVERTS ER Marble’s Jointed Rifle Ro This is a rod that is ever hailed with delight by the riflemen accustomed to the ordinary “wobbly” joint, rickety affair, so utterly unlike this one’s solid, unswerving rigidity. As will be seen by the accompanying sectional cuts, when its three sections are screwed home, it is as solid as a one-piece rod. A Jong, neatly fitting, steel! dowel enters the recess prepared for it in its solid brass section and imparts to the rod a special rigidity which the screw, thus relieved of all side strain upon it, backs up. It has two steel joints, steel swivel at its end and is fitted with handsome cocobola . : handle. Two de- sci (i FT. ree =i Price, prepaid, tachable tips. aa MSA CO. : a Sesame Be INI? uA gl, Me $1.00 - Any cleaner will & ee ee = fit. ce ee ee —, state calibre. _ Ask your dealer eee a ae eeat ener sae 3 first. Soames Sa a? 77 a oe Sao SRST MA xX tone, Mich. lita Send for 56-page catalogue ‘’A” "THEYRE MADE TO Putmar - Goonlike a glov For a Quarter of a Century Putman Boots have been the Standard among Western Hunters, Prospect- & ors, Ranchmen and Engineers (who demand the best) and we have learned through our personal con- tact with them how to make a perfect boot. Putman Boots are in use in nearly every civilized § country in the World.-They are Genuine Hand Sewed, Water Proofed, Made to measure, Del- ivery-charges prepaid,-and cost no more than others. Send for catalogue ot over 30 different # Styles of boots, and self measurement blank. Also Indian Tanned Moosehide Moccasins. ' lustration showsNo.200,14 inches high. Bellows Tongue, Uppers are Special @ Chrome Tanned Calf Skin, tanned with the grain of the hide left on, making thelea- # ther water Proof, black or brown color. Made to measure and delivered for ...$8.00. H. J. PUTMAN & CO., 36 Hennepin Ave., MINNEAPOLIS, MINN. te the eae No More Lath _ and Plaster Be Beaver Finished _ ap WE, Do not think of buying a tent Wall Board a (i \\ ran until you have received our ee 2 ae I 1 \\ ho 50-page illustrated catalogue The Ideal Wall Lining Ly Mh / wi showing tents suitable for for Country Homes, s INKS Th | | \ X every purpose and quoting : B 1 ime | Wi / \ factory prices. Camps and Bungalows fil | i { h 4 Room Family Com- | fas all the advantages and none of the disadvantages of lath and ~ ey | | p i partment Tents, Wall plaster. Cheaper, more sanitary, quicker applied, does not harbor | 7) y~ Tents,Sportsmen’sand moisture or dampness, takes any tint or color, and gives EXQUISITE ~ i | | f?> Campers’ Tents, Chil- ARTISTIC EFFECTS. Acts as sound deadener and insulator. Makes ~ | \ dren’s Play Tents. buildings warm in winter, cool in summer. Nails direct to the stud- nee ding, completely replacing lath, plaster and wall paper. Cuts wiTH_ In fact everything inthe Tent | saw. NaILED oN. No TEDIOUS WAITING FOR PLASTER COATS TO line at right prices. DRY. NEVER CRACKS OR SHRINKS. Sample of Beaver Wall Board and Beautiful Illustrated Book Free. — wn | Vii: : mE res is y I a) YY, ARM T A y A Ml ANY nl aes LOMITA FOND DU LAC AWNING AND TENT CoO. Dept. 1. Fond DuiLac. Wis. The Beaver Mfg. Co. Desk F Buffalo, N. Y. ERVOUSNESS Exhausted or Debilitated 2S ———————— == Nerve Force from any Cause 8 Cured by WINCHESTER’S HYPOPHOSPHITES OF LIME AND SODA (Dr. J. F. Caurcuitt’s Formula) and WINCHESTER’S SPECIFIC PILL” They contain no Mercury, Iron, Cantharides, Morphia. Strychnia, Opium, Alcohol, etc. The Specific Pill is purely vegetable, has been tested and prescribed by physicians, and has proven to be the best, safest and most effective — treatment known to medical science for restoring Vitality, no matter how originally impaired, as it reaches the root of the ailment. Our | remedies are the best of their kind, and contain only the best and purest ingredients that money can buy and science produce; therefore we > cannot offer free samples. Price ONE DOLLAR per Box by SenEd Mate No Humbug, C. O. D., or Treatment Scheme > PERSO NAL 0 P] N 10 NS « Dear Sirs: I have used a bottle of your Hypophosphites of Manganese for liver and kidney complaints in my own | = person and received much benef.t so I will enclose five dollars and will ask you to send me as much as you can by | express prepaid for that amount, until we can get it through the regular channels. I am confident it is just what I have been in search of for many years. Iam prescribing your Hypophosphites of Lime and Soda, and am pleased with the preparation. Yours sincerel Tiaj. WESTce 7 . 5 Z Z . y, Dr. iknow of no remedy in the whole Materia Medica equal to your Specific Pill for Nervous Debility —ADOLPH BEHRE, M.D., Professor of Organic Chemistry and Physiology, New York; i Spee ea eae Winchester & Co., Chemists, 717 Beckman Bldg., N. Y. mete When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER HUNTER BALTIMORE RYE PENS PRODUCE OF THE Se bs AVE RC AN GENTLEMAN’S WHISKEY | BALTIMORE RYE Borrtep BY. Sold at all first-class cafes ana by jcbbers HHL aw ‘ M.LANAHAN G SON. | HHL SOW. WM. LANAHAN & SON, Baltimore, Md. - BALTIMORE SS BAGIORE: 4 | We originated the Steel & Fishing Rod, which always ¥ has been and always will be ¥ the best all-around Rod for the novice on account of its ¥ durability —for the expert angler who appreciates perfect ‘‘ hang” and delicate action. Giz Be sure to get a genuine ARTENDER cocktail or CLUB cocktail— what’s the difference 2?” All the difference between haste and care— between guess and measure. CLUB COCKTAILS are made to measure from the finest liquors and aged to connoisseurs’ Rod as there are cheap imitations on the market. Look for our name and address stamped on the ff reel seat of the handle—take no other. taste, ¢ Send for beautiful Catalogue showing Insist on CLUB. Rods for all fishing and our Combi- Just strain through cracked ice and serve. & = nation Reel and Handle, which is an Rs excellent feature. Seven varieties: Manhattan, Martini, in Vermouth, Whiskey, Holland Gin, Tom The Horton Manufacturing Co. iy Gin and York—each one delicious— ‘ & ofallgooddealers. +: +: : 3: ? 21 Horton Street 4 G. F. HEUBLEIN @ BRO., Sole Proprietors : Bristol, Conn. Hartford New York London When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADV ERD Sisk ESTABLISHED 1901 = - ne *Ratavia i 3% H.-P. FOUR CYCLE MOTOR Workmanship and Material Guaranteed to be FIRST-CLASS in every respect Write for Catalogue and Prices Manufactured by... Harrington-Wiard Company NY¥..U.3. A. BA N.Y.,U.S. A. In selecting a Gun insist upon your dealer showing you a SAUER GUN If he can’t do it, write us SCHOVERLING, DALY @ GALES 302 and 304 BROADWAY, NEW YORK When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION > RECREATION’S ADVERTISER La Yj 4 : i= yyy The Result of Care and Skill. Canoe building is an art not to be learned in a day, a week or a year. The advice to “build your own canoe” can only bring disappointment to the man who follows it. It has taken me 31 years of constant thought and experimenting to produce the canoes on | which I now rest my reputation. My reward has come in the appreciation my product has gained from expert canoeists everywhere. They realize that the steadiness, lightness, strength, durability, graceful lines and other points of Rushton construction are the result—not of acci- dent—but of superior materials and practical skill. My ‘‘Indian Girl’’ model promises to be as much a favorite this season as last. It is built of Northern White Cedar, and covered with a specially prepared canvas, and is light, staunch and beautiful. Lengths: 15, 16, 17 and 18 feet. Weight: 56 to 80 lbs. Net price, $32 to $44, f. o. b. cars at Canton, N. Y. My illustrated catalogue of row boats, all-cedar and canvas-covered canoes, sailing and cruising canoes, paddles, oars, sails, fittings, etc., sent free to any address. Write for it to-day. J. H. RUSHTON, 817 Water Street, Canton, New York Hunters Campers Prospectors should protect themselves with a perfect weapon; one that is built for use where gunsmiths are scarce. THE COLT New Service is the most powerful revolver ever produced (made in all the large calibres) and has been adopted by many Governments and Mounted Police. @ It has the COLT grip and COLT solid frame. For Over Fifty Years the Standard of the Firearms World—COLT Our Catalogue ‘‘ Positive’’ describes this and other Colt models COLT’ S sivtr.ctre COMPANY HARTFORD, CONN. LONDON OFFICE: 15a PALL MALL, LONDON, S. W. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION;S ADVERTISER Efficiency and con- | venience mark our new 3'4x5% camera 3 B Folding HAWK-EYE Opens horizontally—the “vay most pictures are made. A superb lens. An accu- rate shutter. Every desira- ble adjustment. Loads in daylight with Blair or East- man N. C. Film Cartridges. Price, $20.00. Fitted with B. & L. Auto- matic Shutter, $27.50. 1906 catalogue now ready. Free at the dealers or by mail. BLAIR CAMERA CO. Rochester, N. Y. JARVIS FISHING COAT For Wear With Waders | Convenient—comfortable—has pockets inside and outside for every convenience for a trip down the stream. Knapsack pocket on the back to carry lunch, shoes or other bulky articles. IT’S SHORT — just laps over top of waders. Contents of pockets can’t get wet unless you have to swim. YOU’ LL_ WONDER HOW you ever got along w without one. Sent prepaid on receipt of price. Army Khaki Cloth each $3.50. Heavy Tan Duck each $3.00. Order One Today. JARVIS for use BAIT with live TWAww? salted or neo pickeled minnows, for trolling, casting or still fishing. Holds minnow in natural position; it can’t double upin a lump as with other hooks. Just naturally tempts the fish; then hooks him. Best catcher ever devised. Per dozen $1.00. Send 10c for sample and complete information or ask your dealer. W. B. JARVIS €O., Grand Rapids, Mich. 30 Canal Street. WANTED YOUNG MEN Passenger Brakemen, Firemen, Electric Motormen, Conductors, Porters. Experience unnecessary. Positions open in every State. DEPT. H, INTER RAILWAY INST., Indianapolis, Ind. 16 Foot LAUNCH wit $QO6 WE ARE THE LARGEST BUILDERS OF BOATS & LAUNCHES IN THE WORLD. SEND FOR FREE ILLUSTRATED CATALOG. ALL BOATS GUE Watt WATER TIGHT COMPARTMENTS NOT SINK wE CARRY A FULL LINE OF BOATS READY TO SHIP, ‘MICHIGAN STEEL BOAT Co.'327 2515 Po OM aE No. 602 “NAPANOCH” Pocket Knife Tool Kit Most Useful Warranted Made in America With more or less frequency almost every onehasusefora Knife, Reamer, File, Saw, Chisel or Screw Driver, and this outfit is practical, yetso small, being contained in a Leather Pocket Book 44%x3 inches, that the owner, m by carrying it inhis pocket, always has “& it at hand for immediate use, whether * Camping, Boating,Teaming, Driv- ing, in the Shop, Factory, Office, Store, Warehouse, Automobile, on the Farm, Bicycle, or around the —™ Home. Any Tool firmly attached or detached to the Pocket Knife in a second. Sent postpaid on receipt of price, 2.25. Use it five days and if not satis- factory return it and I will refund your money. U. J. ULERY CO. E7 Warren St. New York, N. ¥. ; When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION ; Recital LON Ss ADVERTISER . The New No. Folding Brownie PICTURES, 3% x 44% INCHES. Price, $9.00. Daylight all the way—loading, unloading, developing and printing all without a dark-room. EASTMAN KODAK CO. Catalogue free at the dealers or by mail. Rochester, N. Y., The Kodak City. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER é ™. & IF YOU HAD TO STAND“ ON YOUR HEAD TO SHOOT, YOU WOULDNT BRING HOME MUCH GAME. For the same reason you can hunt photographically, to better advantage, by having an Auto Graflex Camera The Ideal Outfit for High-Speed Work. A Graflex shows the full-size picture at the very instant of exposure, and RIGHT SIDE UP—not inverted. No little finder or focusing scale necessary. All guess work eliminated. Ask your dealer for new Catalogue, or write Te Folmer & Schwing Co., Rochester, N. Y. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER CONVERT YOUR ROWBOAT INTO A SPEED LAUNCH Bihan AUTO-MARINE MOTON. ee ENGINE ONLY. NO VALVES NO SPRINGS | EASY TO BUY NO GEARS NO CAMS ‘me EASY TO INSTALL NOTHING TO GO. WRONG , EASY TO OPERATE WE ARE BU CDING 10000 AUTO-MARINE, GASOLINE ENGINES THIS YEAR WRITE FOR CATALOGUE 5 Cc 2OH-P . DETKOMN AUTO-MARINE C0. El CONGRESS ST, DETROIT. ct. Sportsmen’s Clothing Sheds Water like a Duckh’s Back Combines the advantage of perfect tailoring with protection against rain. Water-proofed by a patent process, permitting thorough ventilation, yet rain does not penetrate in any ordinary storm. Soft and pliable; sightly and durable; no rubber or paraffine. Fit, finish and waterproof qualities guaranteed. Coat lined throughout the entire body with same rain-proof material as outside. Patent bellows under arms give extra ventilation and freedom of movement with paddle, rod or gun. Pockets for everything. Trousers reinforced front and large double seat. Give loose breast measure Over garments to be worn with coat. Waist and leg measure for trousers. Made in two colors, light tan and dead grass green. Coat, $5; trousers, $3,; hat, $1. Express prepaid. FOR LADIES’ WEAR Neatly tailored coat and skirt. Gives absolute protection on any outing trip. Suitable for gun- ning, fishing, tramping, boating climbing. Coat, $5.00; skirt, $4.00. Express prepaid. Booklet, with samples of material and directions for self-meas- urement sent free. Special discount to dealers. BIRD, JONES & KENYON, 1 Blandina St., Utica, N. Y. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’ S) “AD WEIR DSR The Plucky ‘Little illustrates the triumph of cereal foods in the building of a sturdy and industrious race. ‘The Jap lives on cereals and dried fish. His ‘‘army biscuit’’ is one-fourth rice and three-fourths wheat. In the making of history Wheat has always triumphed over Meat. But when you eat a wheat food be sure you are getting the whole wheat in digestible form. That’s j) Shredded — Wheat Biscuit a builder of brawn and brain—keeps the stomach sweet and clean and the bowels healthy and active. Join the ‘‘Pure Food Movement”’ by eating Shredded Wheat, the cleanest, purest, most nutritious cereal food made in the world. , Shredded Wheat is made in two forms, BISCUIT and TRISCUIT. The BISCUIT is delicious for breakfast with hot or cold milk or cream. or for any meal in combination with fruit or vegetables. _ TRISCUIT is the shredded whole wheat cracker, crisp, nourishing ‘and: appetizing. Delicious as a toast with beverages or with cheese or preserves. The ‘‘Vital Question Cook Book” is sent free for the asking. “Its All in the Shreds’ THE NATURAL FOOD CO., NIAGARA FALIS, N. Y. = = = ,When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION ’ = RECREATION’S ADVERTISER GOW ”» 0»: Why, i My “BRANDED WITH THE DEVIL, BUT FIT FOR THE GODS.” NOTHING LIKE IT IN THE WORLD. Underwood’s Original Deviled Ham makes sandwicnes that fairly melt in your mouth, and is delicious as a relish to fish and game cooked over the camp fire. Made only of the finest sugar cured | ham and the choicest of spices: always the same. If you want pure deviled ham, call for | Underwood’s, and look on the can for the little red devil. Some kinds of so called Deviled Ham retail for 10 cents per $ lb. can — Underwood’s sells for | more than twice as much. Try it and you will see why! | No sham in Underwood’s, but All Ham. — That’s the reason. Avoid imitations: buy the Genuine Original Red Devil Brand, for sale by all first-class grocers. If your grocer does not keep it, send his name and 15 cents and we will send you a 4 Ib. can. WILLIAM ONDER WOOD CO., = = = Bosfon, Mass. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER In the Field with an L. C. Smith insures the hunter good sport for he can place absolute confi- dence in his GUN. @ After years of study and experience, by the use of the highest grade machinery, skilled mechanics, and not allowing quality to be governed by cost, we are able to offer a product that for quality, finish and workmanship cannot be du- plicated either in America or abroad for the same price. Each important stage in the manufacture of an L. C. SMITH gun is personally in- spected by a member of the firm. @ The L. C. SMITH with the HUNTER ONE TRIG- GER is the gun for you- the gun for every up-to- date sportsman. Write for catalogue. Hunter Arms Company FULTON, N. Y. ALL THE FAMOUS Trout Streams OF Northern Michigan and the many lakes, accurate de- scriptions, how to reach them, hotel accommodations, guides, etc., contained in “WHERE TO GO FISHING” an illustrated booklet every fisher- man should have. Issued by the GRAND RAPIDS & INDIANA RY. ADDRESS ‘2, Cc. L. Lockwood General Passenger Agent GRAND RAPIDS, MICH. Send 3c.in stamps for 1906 issue of ‘‘ MICHIGAN IN SUMMER,” containing a host of photographs of Northern Michigan Summer Resorts. Welcome & Refreshing as the first flowers of Spring is the soothing touch of MENNEN’S. hu Gives immediate and positive relief from PRICKLY HEAT, CHAF- : ING, SUNBURN, and all skin troubles. Mennen’s face on every box, see that you get the genuine. For sale everywhere, or by mail 25c. Sample free. Gerhard Mennen Co., Newark,N.J. | Try Mennen’s Violet (Borated) Talcum. } When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER Made of a Spring Needle fabric of remarkable elasticity, knitted on }~ machines of our own invention * and manufacture. The garments made from this fabric are of the finest yarns and their hygienic value is umsurpassed. They always retain their original shape, even afterthe hardest wear. From first to last they maintain that same elegant, silky feel and easy, comfortable and nat- ural fit. They are made in two- piece and union suits, in the various sizes, weights and colors. Ask for the genu- ineCooper’s Derby Ribbed Underwear and look for this trade-mark. HandsomeBooklet on Request. 2 SAVE 208 SHAVES $20.80 a year. Also save the razor, your face, time and temper bv using ‘¢3 in One”’ on the blade. kin OHO keeps the blade keen and clean, by prevent- ing surface rusting which is caused by moisture from the lather. Write for free sample ‘ and, special ‘‘razor saver’” circular. Why not know the truth? G. W. r COLE COMPANY ,/22 Washington } Life Bldg., New York City. Why Pay Double? Our Combination Rods make perfectly balanced fly rods and correct five-foot bait casting rods. Our Reel is ready for both bait and fly casting. Each Reel, The only one on the market. Most beautiful tackle catalog ever issued—Free. 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EDWARD CAVE 511 (Illustrated) The Williams River Country . : é ANDREW PRICE 520 Wanderer—A Poem ‘ ; 5 5 ROSCOE BRUMBAUGH 523 Adventures and Misadventures of a Salmon-Angler CHARLES A. BRAMBLE 524 (Illustrated) The Mystery of the Blue Goose [Continued] ; é ; DAN BEARD 528 The Pot-Hunter . : : : : : 4 F, M. KELLY 533 The Indian and I e ; : : ; .S.E.CORNWALL 535 Editorial . : 2 . 538 Amateur Athletics 5 : 554 The Game Field ; . 540 Photography . ° i O50 Fishing . 4 , . 545 The Hunting Dog : ° 559 Guns and Ammunition . . 549 Motoring 5 5 ° 561 American Archery F : ‘ : : ; “ aS O KS) WM. E. ANNIS, Publisher, 23 West Twenty-fourth Street, New York DAN BEARD, EDITOR The contents of this magazine are copyrighted and must not be reprinted without permission FIFTEEN CENTS A COPY ONE DOLLAR AND FIFTY CENTS A YEAR Copyrighted, 1906, by Wm. E. 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When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION oh nie pposed to be a horseman” ims every one is su “On the pla aes tema reset ovens oreengs . op oy 00 8 oes mates . WN A NY Ss" 7 ° Po) of Pe eee Petter ee 190 22 «Pa xeeTRON Se DPPC ereRs od 3° ey ‘ Woe ¥ WITH THE FREE IN ARIZONA How the People of the Plains Employ the Simple Life in the Pursuit of Health and Happiness BY JULIAN A. DIMOCK ILLUSTRATED FROM PHOTOGRAPHS BY THE AUTHOR most eloquently that we were two unwise men out ofthe East, men who had lived in a manner dis- tinctly apart from the life of the plains. But it might have been even worse, for the trunks were already packed, locked and strapped, and we were well satis- fied over the thoroughness of our prepara- tions and the completeness of our equip- ment when good fortune brought to us a man acquainted with the plains country. He viewed our preparations and looked amused. “Clothes ?”” he asked, poking at one of the trunks with his foot. “Yep,” said we, trying to appear uncon- cerned. “Take a pair of blankets and a rubber pps | ® baggage testified poncho each. Guns?” viewing our arma- ment. “‘What for? Go in the clothes you are wearing, wash them when they need it and take a sun bath while they are drying. Hire a horse each, a guide, and there you amie So we took off our coats, produced keys, unbuckled straps, and with many a sigh discarded, painfully and with much de- liberation, a good half of our equipment. And even then we had twice over what we needed. Still we were ‘“‘heeled” for man or beast on the warpath, fortified against in- clemency of weather and the chance need of a physician or a surgeon. We had guide books and folding maps aplenty, and were brimful of the advice of various friends no more experienced than ourselves. As we stepped from the train at the little Arizona station we were greeted by a wild ‘““Whoo-oop!” as a long-haired Indian, Copyright, 1906, by Wu. E. Annis. 476 suddenly throwing his galloping pony back on its haunches, tossing the reins over its head, landed on the ground beside me. It was a lightning change from a galloping steed and rider to a horse at pasture and a man on foot. He was too spectacular for a real Indian, and beneath the veneer of cos- tume and hair was a New York boy. There was a jangling of spurs and another horse- man dismounted beside us. In five minutes we were chatting like old friends. The last comer had escaped from a Chicago office, the walls of which had become to him the walls of a cell, and a strike for freedom had landed him here. In eight months the mantle of Eastern convention had fallen from his shoulders, and he had absorbed much of the breeziness of the West. He showed me his ponies, talked of their good points and then gave me an illustration of a hobbled pony outrunning a man and snatch- ing mouthfuls of grass between jumps. Our method of traveling was determined by the fact that six-by-eight cameras are bulky and fragile, while glass plates are heavy and breakable. When we left the railroad, with wagon and team, the long- haired New York boy was our driver. After negotiating fifteen miles of sand and sagebrush, past endless cacti and curious rock formations, we reached a trader’s tent and a white man, a German. Outside his tent premature civilization was typified by a stranded traction engine, while inside the walls of his shelter were lined with the tin can abomination. Here the Indians came to trade corn for flour, Navajo blankets for hideous-patterned calico, mutton on the hoof for beef in the can, luscious water- melons for tobacco, coffee and sugar. ‘The trader’s eyes must always be open, for the average Indian seems to consider it a virtue to steal, although he is a consummate bar- gainer. Here Hans lived with the Painted Desert behind and the Arizona plains around him—‘“ Alone, alone; all, all alone.” Yet this loneliness of the endless plain, like the solitude of the great woods, is a health- giving, nerve-restoring tonic. Tired in body you stretch yourself on the sand, or sink gratefully to a couch of leaves. Tired in mind, your eyes wander to the far-off hori- zon and you muse on the beyond, or the infinite behind the great blue canopy, or RECREATION gaze on the trees of the forest and drowsily listen to the murmur of the wind through the branches. Far away is the brick walled, granite paved city with its cold conventions and heart-breaking emptiness to the stranger within its gates—millions of faces, yet not one of a friend; on every hand greetings for others, only silence for him. But here the warm earth has a mother-touch, and every soft breeze a caress. There in Hans’ tent. we ate our lunch, talking and listening to our host. We racked our brains for news of the world we had left in exchange for tales of the life we were entering. We lis- tened to stories of Indian shrewdness, of Indian deviltry, of Indian friendliness, of Hans’ loneliness, and of his plans for re- lease. ‘‘Whoo-oop!”” The horses were har- nessed and our driver was calling to us that the sun would soon set. We traveled for miles over the rolling plain with its many lizards, its few rattlers, cotton-tail and jack- rabbits and occasional coyote, until the sun went down in a bank of clouds beside the San Francisco mountains, and the stars appeared. A light gleamed through the darkness; there came to us the barking of dogs. A trader’s hearty welcome soon fol- lowed, and our day’s journey was ended. Our thirty-mile drive lent equal attractive- ness to the supper-burdened table, and the pile of Navajo blankets in the trader’s house. We stayed with this trader friend for many days, sleeping in his house with its stone and adobe walls, roof and_ floor, making friends with his Indian customers, and sometimes visiting their settlements. One day as I was using my camera an Indian boy by my side made signs that he wanted to see. With his head under the focusing cloth he looked for a long time at the ground glass, and then asked what made things go upside down. Upon this I had the model beforethe camera stand upon his head. The Indian looked again at the ground glass, then at the model, then again at the ground glass, and shook with laughter. Several Indian women followed his example and the merriment became general. Incidentally one of the women made disparaging remarks about pocket cameras where you saw noth- ing and never received the promised pic- tures, One 1s most impressed, perhaps, by the infinite vastness of the landscape, and especially at eventide When the dinner hour found us far from the store we often went to some near-by hogan, and joining the circle around the sagebrush, fire invited ourselves to dine with the family. Usually the dinner was of mut- ton, broiled over the coals on a gridiron im- provised from pieces of heavy wire; ears of green corn roasted before the fire, and a kind of ash-cake made from corn ground with stones into a coarse meal, mixed with water and salt, wrapped in green husks and cooked in the ashes. Often the Indians were like a group of children; jokes passed back and forth and every one laughed—be- tween mouthfuls. Some merriment over a remark that seemed to have concerned me led me to ask for a translation: ‘‘ The woman says that one of the dogs has been carrying that stick you are using as a fork around in his mouth.”” There was a single knife, anda family spoon did stirring duty in many cups; but the forks, being fingers, were individual. An Indian seated opposite me, with grave expression and dignified demeanor, seemed like a character from one of Cooper’s tales. I looked for the passing of a pipe of peace and an Indian oration, but when this noble red man lifted his hand it was to reach for- ward and tickle with a feather one of the children. He then quickly resumed his former attitude and assumed an expression of outraged innocence when accused by the tickled child. Attempts to straighten out relationships often disclosed two sets of children in one family, with two mothers living and present on mutually cordial terms with everybody, which commonly suggested to us the pro- priety of a change of topics. It may be appetite and environment alone that gave flavor to the mutton of the Arizona plains and sweetness to the Indians’ corn, 478 RECREATION but having eaten of them something will seem forever lacking to me in the kindred dishes of civilization. The coming and going of the Indian is mysterious. When you least expect him a horse and rider will be silhouetted against the horizon, followed perhaps by another horse before mounting him. I am glad [, did. An athletic young guest of the trader borrowed this horse for a thirty-mile ride. I watched the “‘playful at first”? perform- ance, and if that was play I should haté to be on that pony’s back when he was serious about his bucking. Here Hans lived with the Painted Desert behind and the Arizona plains around him —“‘ Alone, alone; all, all alone”? and another, and soon they will be with you. They will come to the store to trade and to gossip and may go away to-day or to-mor- row, or they may not. They will stay for a running or a wrestling match and always be ready to bet on either. They will race ponies or will ride unbroken broncos until they cease to be unbroken. Then suddenly they ride away, leaving the photographer with his camera in his hand wondering why he didn’t use it. On the plains every one is supposed to be a horseman. As applied to me the idea is erroneous. When a horse was offered me by my trader friend I asked if it bucked. “Oh, no; he’s a little playful at first, but he don’t buck.” I knew that ideas of playfulness in horses differed, and concluded to look into the particular brand of humor possessed by that This young man was a crank on the sub- ject of fresh air, and when bedtime came rolled himself up in a Navajo blanket on the prairie, under the stars. Sometimes I listened with favor to his arguments, but one night as I was making my bed beside his on the prairie a rattlesnake crawled out from under his blanket and made threaten- ing demonstrations in my direction. I con- cluded to sleep indoors that night, and it required little persuasion to convert my friend to my way of thinking. One is most impressed, perhaps, by the infinite vastness of the landscape, and es- pecially at eventide. To any one with an eye for art, with a temperament susceptible to the weird and the dreary, an Arizona landscape in the plains country must at. twilight have strong influence. Cloud ef- fects are awe-compelling, the plain vague, NAVAJO COWBOYS ON THE ROUND-UP suggestive of a world-wide canvas rather than of earth. And the Indian hogan, the lone horseman, the cattle herd, all not a part of the plain, of the earth, stand forth in sharp silhouette. Weird and lonely, yes, but there are worse things. Queer things have happened in Arizona. Once upon a time a meteor fell from space and landed upon the top of an Arizona mountain. It was so big that the hole where it buried itself is to-day nearly a mile in diameter, and the eighth of a mile deep, while fragments of the meteor weighing half a ton or less were distributed throughout a radius of eight miles. A mining company is to-day sinking shafts in the mountain for the recovery of the iron contained in the great meteor. We clambered into the crater- like cavity and wandered over its strange formation so long that when we returned to the surface our train was in sight and our station nine miles distant. But although in sight the train had thirty miles to travel. That is the advantage of the combination of a prairie and a mountain. ‘““Whoop!” It was a wild ride, down steep places, over rocks, and through sand, with galloping horses and a springless wagon tossing us about as did Hank Monk the unhappy Greeley. The train made its thirty miles while we made the nine, but we were delivered on time, and as we pulled out of the station there came to our reluctant ears a final exuberant ‘‘ Whoo-oop!” from ourlong- haired young savage, son of the far-away city toward which we were now returning. _ A NAVAJO FAMILY COME TO VISIT THE TRADER TRYING OUT A MOTOR CANOE The Story of an Experiment Which, Though Having Its Discouragements, Brought Its Reward BY GEORGE CARLING HE . Fayetieé. was a seventeen-foot canvas- covered canoe, built in Maine by a man of in- finite judgment in the matter of model and material | Hom three years she was my con- stant companion on the waters of the Cob- bosseecontee, Maranaccok and Annibesi- cook. All my spare time in summer I had spent with her. She had poked her dainty nose. into almost every pine-shadowed cove and inlet on those lakes, inquisitively searching for pickerel. She had _ glided over the open stretches of deep water with a hundred yards of trolling line inher wake, her stern swinging easily to the least pres- sure on the line. She had rubbed with gentle and friendly touch against every rock in the Juggernaut, the Jockmeyaw and the Cobbosseecontee streams. She had ridden scores of miles in hay-racks, or on the sturdy shoulders of a chum and my- self. For the past five seasons she had been coquetting with the waters of Eastern Massa- chusetts—on the Concord and Merrimac rivers—and the numerous ponds in the neighborhood. During all this period she had but two new dresses—retaining the same cut and the same color, a bright and cheerful scarlet. She would not. be the Fayette to me were she decked in any other garb. With the coming of spring a year ago, I grew ambitious for a motor boat. Perhaps the ambition was aroused by an advertise- ment in a certain magazine of a marine motor, rated at ‘‘one-horse-power, water- cooled and jump spark.” I pictured to myself the fayette (my loyalty to her was inextinguishable) with the water- cooled cylinder and the jump-spark, and a dinky little propeller at her stern. So I wrote to the manufacturers, who quoted the ASSERT A OA, ) MESS | Ae price at $45 list, and $38 net—as if I cared for the list!—and referred me to a Boston agent. I saw the agent and the engine and was conquered by both. It was the middle of March when the engine arrived, and I used to sit by its side in the cellar and plan on installing it in the canoe. I frequently took it out into the yard after supper and ran it, so as to get thoroughly acquainted with its action. After a little I noticed that the neighbors were not so cordial to me as formerly, and one evening Crosman, who lives next door, banged his window up and said things about the motor which surprised me. I gathered that he wanted to get his baby to sleep. But my plans were complete, and the Fayette and her engine were carefully loaded into an express wagon and carried to Smith, the boat builder. (His name was not Smith, but, as this is not an adver- tising story, we’ll call him Smith.) He had a reputation for well-designed and well- built boats, and after criticising my draw- ings and telling me that I might get four miles an hour (I was figuring on seven, at least), providing the boat didn’t shake apart before the first hour was up, he it on Monday morning. A week later I went to his shop and found the canoe un- touched, where I had left it. The foreman blamed Smith, who was away, for the neg- lect, and said they were going right at the job on Monday morning. The next Saturday the canoe was still on the rack and Smith blamed his foreman, who was away. He also mentioned that they would start work on Monday morning. On the next Saturday both men were in the shop, but nothing had been done to the Fayette. ‘They promised to commence on Monday morning! Another Saturday came and I found my TRYING OUT A MOTOR CANOE poor little canoe under a shed in the yard, stripped of her canvas. Her forlorn ap- pearance touched my heart, and I went after the express man and carried her out. ‘““Where’ll you take her now?” he asked. ‘“‘Brown’s,” I answered, laconically and moodily. Mr. Brown was in his shop and became deeply interested in the canoe. He approved of my plans and promised to start the work the first thing Monday morning. I went around on Saturday (our office closes at noon on Saturdays), and the assistant told 481 the piece of plank (in the right corner). No work had been done on it, but—it was a plank, which was convincing. The next week Brown was sober. I was surprised at this, for I could not imagine how any man could work alongside of that astigmatized assistant and keep sober. But the Fayelte was untouched; so [ again sought out the expressman. “T was expectin’ yer along ’bout this time,’’ he said, cheerfully. I began to hate that man also. I suspected that he was in league with all the boat builders of the THE CREW NAVIGATES WITHOUT THE SKIPPER’S AID me cheerfully that Mr. Brown was “full.” The assistant was very cross-eyed—I think I have never seen a man so cross-eyed. I could not imagine how he could distinguish the port from the starboard side of a boat. But he was a pleasant young man, and he told me confidently that they would start on the canoe on Monday morning. Saturday came round again—and I[ came around again—and learned that Brown was still ‘“‘full.” It was not the same “full,” the assistant’ hastened to explain; it was a bran-new one, with trimmings. He added, also, that they planned to commence on the Fayette on Monday morning. He said, ‘‘ Over there,”’ looking at two corners of the shop at once, “Is the plank for the engine-bed.” After going to the wrong corner I found neighborhood, in order to secure a steady income from me for express charges. We again loaded on the denuded Fayette, and I climbed onto the high seat. “Where’ll you take her to next?” in- quired the man, with a gentle smile. I did not answer immediately. It seemed to me that I was doomed to spend the summer hauling my canoe about the town from one boat builder to another. ‘“There’s a young feller doin’ repairs at the Waupsee Boat Club,” said the express- man. “‘They say he’s a crackerjack—an’ he’s got a little shop. Mebbe he’ll do it for yer. His name’s Jones.” We drove to Jones’ and found him in his shop. He was a clean, workmanlike young fellow, and had a clean, workmanlike shop. Greatly to my surprise he didn’t 482 promise to begin work “first thing Monday morning.’’ He said he had two boats promised for the early part of the week, and would then take hold of the canoe. I felt confidence in him at once, and my heart warmed towards him. With tears in my eyes I told him of my troubles—how I had planned a delightful spring cruise while the water was high, from the head of the Ips- wich River down to the sea. It was now the middle of June, and the opportunities for my chief ‘enjoyment “of summer days were slipping by without my being able to grasp them. He sympathized with me and said he’d put her through: We launched the Fayette in Lake Che- bacco, on the morning of the Fourth of July, and the wonder and admiration of the people assembled at the boat-house on seeing this diminutive powerboat carried down the slip by two men—its polished sides and nickel trimmings flashing in the sun- light—were hearty and unbounded. With an air of deliberation and careless- -ness which I had been practising for a week, I stepped a board and swung the fly-wheel over. No cheerful spit responded. Again and again I tried it—without effect. Rolling up the sleeves of my new outing shirt—bought to match the boat—I poked in among the machinery for half an hour, RECREATION searching for the trouble. I got trouble all right—but didn’t find the cause. Crestfallen and gloomy I took the paddle and, shoving the canoe across the little cove away from the amused crowd, I pulled her up onto a grassy slope in the shade of a great poplar. Hour after hour I toiled away, barking the skin off my knuckles and thumping my fingers. The dory races had been called and rowed. The motorboat prize had been awarded—and my little Fayette, with which I had confidently expected to make the others look like a string of brick-laden barges drifting down the Piscataqua, lay on the bank helpless. Suddenly I unscrewed the nozzle of the gasoline tank and peered in. I had for- gotten to fill it! I had spent six mortal hours in trying to start up that engine with- out fuel. Silently and humbly I filled the tank, pushed the Fayeite into the water, and the Girl nestled herself comfortably in the cushions at the bow. Have I mentioned the Girl? I certainly should not have forgotten her. All through that miserable day she had waited by me, patiently andsympathetically—had bothered me with neither suggestions nor regrets. Three or four times had she fixed her eyes on the opposite shores of the lake, with a dreamy, far-away intentness. This was when I had thumped my thumb with a jj j yy Ze Willd Vd Lo Yip Yi) Li Lis Li THE “‘FAYETTE’’ FULL-RIGGED FOR MOTORING A Seventeen-foot Canvas-covered Paddling Canoe Which, with a One Horse-power Motor Installed, Ran a Measured Mile in 6.48 Minutes, Official Time TRYING OUT A Stilson wrench. Subdued and _ penitent, the paragraph in ‘Martin Chuzzlewit”’ came to my mind: “Oh, woman, God-beloved in old Jerusalem! The best among us need deal lightly with thy faults, if only for the punishment thy nature will endure in bearing heavy evidence against us on the Day of Judgment.” I whirled the fly-wheel and the engine caughtthe spark at once. “‘Spit! spit! spit!’ came the merry impulses. The fayette sprang out from the bank like a wild thing, and a cheer went up from the few bystand- ers. I pulled the wheel over and pointed her nose toward the open lake; then glanced at the Girl. She was contentedly nibbling a sandwich, and with a roguish smile she pushed the box over to me. Surely hunger never before came so suddenly and fero- ciously on any man. Two minutes before no thought of food had touched my troubled mind—now, I grasped the welcome morsel, despatched it in two bites, and reached for another. ‘Sniff! sniff!” I looked up and saw the Girl wiggling her nose a little. Then I myself sniffed. Burning oil! I placed my hand on the cylinder. Water-cooled! I took it off again. Never in my life had I lifted my hand so quickly—and the Girl gazed again, with that far-away, dreamy look, upon the opposite shore. The cylinder was white-hot—that is, it would have been white-hot if it had not been japanned—and the japan was sizzling. I snatched out the switch-plug, stopping the engine, and threw the wheel over so as to head for the bank. We snuggled in among a friendly clump of willows, and the Girl took another sandwich, pushing the box over to me. We munched contentedly and resignedly. I tore my handkerchief in half and bound up my burned hand while the Girl looked things she did not say. There was one sandwich left and she offered it to me. I looked at it longingly and said: ‘No, I don’t wa—”’ “Don’t say that, Billy—don’t fib, too!”’ So I took out my jack-knife and divided the last sandwich fairly in halves, and thus we disposed of it. “What is the trouble now, Billy?” asked the Girl. MOTOR CANOE 483 ‘“‘I know not, neither do I care.” I sighed contentedly. My inner wants were supplied—that is, partly supplied. I had a pipe of fragrant tobacco doing good ser- vice. The crew looked charming, and I stretched myself out on the cushions, at peace with the world. Presently, the pipe being out, and the engine cooled, I made an examination. The trouble was easily found. The pump- belt had slipped off its pulley—the “water- cooled cylinder with the jump-spark”’ had been getting no water. I adjusted the belt, taking up a little slack, and again we started out. What a glorious exhilaration there was in it all! The dear little canoe, my canoe of old in a new role, fairly sprang through the water, throwing out a wave on either bow higher than the gun’le. The Girl had twisted around, facing ahead. Her hair fluttered in the breeze, and as she glanced back at me her eyes were lit up with a tri- umphant, joyous gleam. Gurele sinickletmckle eurcle\! omy, ears caught a queer sound. I was seated on the battery box, and throwing a quick glance downward, I saw water in the boat —two or more inches in the stern. The bow was dry, it was so much higher. Again I threw over the wheel and headed for the shore—dismayed and _ puzzled. Two minutes before the boat was perfectly dry. The leak must have started suddenly and seriously to take in water like this. We hauled up on the bank, the crew doing valiant service. After some minutes’ search I found the source of the leak. ‘The muffler was water-cooled, and in the severe heat to which it had been exposed the out- let pipe, which was soldered on, had melted off. I had been pumping Lake Chebacco into the canoe at the rate of four gallons per minute. Silently and sadly, in the gathering dark- ness, we bailed the Fayette out and wiped the machinery dry. Then, with single paddle, I worked her clumsily over to the boat-house and put her away. Looking back at it all, I can but feel that the misfortunes which beset me in making the Fayette a practical motor boat now add greatly to my enjoyment of the little craft. My acquaintance with the engine is 484 RECREATION far more complete than it could be without certain provoking experiences. I feel no doubt that I could take it apart and put it together again in the dark. Every detail of it is as familiar to my touch as the collar button at the back of my neck. As soon as I had repaired the muffler I took the boat to Quinsigamond Lake. It is a larger sheet of water and clear of weeds. Besides, I wanted to start among new people, with eclat—which I certainly had not done at Chebacco. Nor was I disap- pointed. The Fayette even exceeded my expectations, although, for awhile, there were little matters which required adjust- ment. One of these in particular was solved quite happily. The gasoline tank proved to be set too low to feed out all of the fluid. It was a flat tank, about four inches deep, and fitted snugly just below the deck at the stern. As the weight of the engine and myself was considerably greater than that of the crew, the stern settled down and the gasoline did not flow com- pletely out. There was no way to raise the tank and it seemed as though the only alternative would be to get a heavier crew. But the crew solved the problem herself. “Tt you should? sit» up here, Billy you could handle the wheel quite well, and the canoe would trim better.” It was a noble thought and I instantly adopted it. The steering wheel was amidships on the port side, within easy reach, and the engine required little attention after starting. The quarters were somewhat crowded, but I never heard the crew grumble. I would advise any one designing a motor canoe to place the wheel as I have described. It has proved a very conveni- ent and very pleasant arrangement. I use a reversible propeller in the /ayeite, and, owing to the lightness of the craft, the suddenness with which she can be stopped is astonishing. I used to amuse myself by coming up to the float at full speed until within one length, to the great alarm of spectators; then, reversing the propeller, would swing along- side as gently as a feather. One day, how- ever, it was different. I had come up at the usual headlong rate and reversed the wheel, when there was a jar. The engine stopped instantly, while the Fayette dashed to the float. But for a friendly and sturdy foot, quickly thrust out, the bow would have been stove in. Mortified and humbled, I hauled the canoe up, and found that the end of a two- inch hawser had become entangled in the propeller. It had floated in at the psycho- logical moment, when I needed every ounce of back pressure I could command. And the Girl never screamed! She was a great comfort to me. Great! It was with infinite glee that I clipped an item from a local paper and sent it to Smith. Smith!—the man who would com- mence ‘‘first thing Monday morning.” Smith !—who knew it all. Smith!—who had said I might get four miles an hour, if she didn’t shake apart in the first mile. The item described a run of the Fayeite over a measured mile in 6.48 minutes. Nine and a-quarter miles per hour! It repaid me for all my trouble with Smith and with Brown and his astigmatized assistant. I even be- camereconciled to the loss of my spring cruise. With this performance in mind, I am by no means doubtful that, with some few changes now being made, and in good water, the Fayette will be able to do ten miles an hour, or better. When fitting in the engine, the canoe was decked over for four feet at each end and a neat combing run around the cock- pit. This is the only strengthening which was given to the frame, and it seems to be ample. I think the elasticity of the frame itself is a great factor of strength, as well as comfort. The vibration of the little boat, about which my friends made dreary predictions, is by no means severe. It is not nearly so noticeable as in a solidly- framed launch, and doubtless this is due to the elasticity to which I have referred. This summer the Fayeite goes to her old cruising ground on the Cobbosseecontee and sister lakes. It is for such water she is expressly adapted. In the ten-mile stretches of those lakes she can let herself out and scoot through the water like the dainty little wild thing she is, without fear of con- tact with weeds or treacherous rocks. Yi Wy iy WY Zo yy THE WILD RICE BEDS CALLING ON THE MARSH BIRDS How a Canadian Naturalist Works in Getting a Photographic Record of His Country’s Feathered Inhabitants eo BY BONNYCASTLE DALE r ILLUSTRATED FROM PHOTOGRAPHS BY THE AUTHOR AM waters irom: the great Kawartha chain of lakes empty into Rice Lake through file lore.) \eatsavel name course of the Otonabee River; the river forks at its mouth, spreading out over a square mile of marsh, bog and drowned land. As far back as our records go, as far back as the legends of the Missis- saugas take us, this river mouth, grown thick with wild rice, wild oats and wild celery, has been the breeding ground of the waterfowl and the shore birds. When we first saw it, one cold, blustering March day, a day of alternate flashes of brightest sun- light and scurrying snowstorms, it was all ice-bound. But we knew the power of the sun in this temperate zone and made ready for our work. My fat assistant, Fritz, toiled up the island’s bank with cameras, marsh- floats, push-poles, boxes of connecting tubes and bulbs, typewriter, telescope and all the camp duffle needed in this interesting life of nature study. As for myself, I conféss that, despite long training, I as usual ne- glected the work to “look around.” The trees of our island of the Beaver loomed stark in leafless tracery against the blue sky, the ‘“‘shanty” was a litter of scattered duck feathers, torn and nibbled wads and boxes, destroyed nests where the squirrels had re- built them, all telling of many visits from squirrel, stoat, weasel and rat; one bright- eyed red rascal had taken up winter quarters in the duck feather bed hanging from the rafters and threw out a perfect cloud when we disturbed him. Two weeks of April weather melted the snow off the marsh, honeycombed the lake ice and opened up a tiny blue ribbon of water at the river’s mouth. No sooner had the mimic waves sparkled in the sun than the heralds of the great migrating hosts began to arrive, and so sure were we of their 480 A PAIR OF SOOTY TERN IN FLIGHT coming that we promptly turned the tele- scope from the mile-distant open water at the north to the southern skyline. It was six in the morning when we first saw the gleam of the water amid the ice; two hours later hurrying black dots could be seen coming over the pine trees that fringed the lake hills —faintly pencilled gray lines on the clouds that soon resolved under the powerful glass into whistle-wings, American golden-eyes. These swooped to the wind and settled into the crack, and were soon followed by a pair of red-breasted mergansers. All morning long the procession kept arriving, goose- anders, redheads, bluebills, surf-ducks, mal- lards, teal and pintails, widgeons and wood- ducks, dusky mallards and canvasbacks, ruddy and bufflehead, coween and} little sawbills—the hooded mergansers. That night RECREATION a motley flock of twenty-two va- rieties of ducks slept in the now much-enlarged opening in the ice; we had never seen such a general arrival the first day. And most of the birds were mated, this hav- ing been caused by some of the lakes in New York State and Ohio opening up earlier than us- ual, giving the great migration a place to rest and sort its varied ranks and mate its sexes. As they were following the isotherm of 35° F., we had plenty of time to study and picture the birds, for the wilds to the north of us, where they breed, the great clay belt, the muskegs of the Albany, the short sunlight on the James Bay coast, would not experience this temperature for weeks. While we watched from the Beaver in midlake the awful con- test between the wind, the sun and the swollen current, and the great fields of lake ice, a contest in which shores were shaved, trees uprooted and great bould- ers tossed from their places like marbles before the advancing ice- shove, we noted the later migra- tion of the wildfowl that make these lakes their homes. Except- ing the black-duck and the mal- lard, the teal, the wood-duck and the hooded merganser, all the»ducks con- tinue north on the migration. — ~*~ We were treated one day to thesight of a falling blue heron, locally the crane—the shu-shuge of the redmen. Sailing over- head at a great height, this bird suddenly decided it had arrived, and let go—down it came, a tumbling, twisting, swift-revolving mass of head, long neck and still longer legs, the noise it made sounding like a swift gust in the quiet air. Whirling at fearful speed it fell, then the great wings shot out, the bird steadied itself and sailed calmly on as if a half-mile tumble were an everyday event. Loons were arriving; cormorants joined the host; a solitary pelican was seen. Two kinds of wild geese—Canada and the brant—flew over. Spotted sandpipers, kill- deer plover, golden plover, bittern and least CALLING ON THE MARSH bittern, coot and crake, yellow- legs, weak-winged silver grebe and the smaller pied grebe, gal- linule—the common mudhen— Virginia rail, red bittern, a rare woodcock, our big jacksnipe and the little English snipe, came in their own time and fash- ion. All the feathered songsters of the marsh, wrens, canaries, redwings and grackles, came to open the season’s concert. The kingbird came, trailing his coat- tail for trouble, as usual, and myriad swallows. Kingfishers, the birds of prey and carrion birds—hawks, eagles, owls, crows—all streamed northward overhead, mainly in the daytime, a noisy, squawking, quacking, singing host—until all the lake, the marsh and drowned lands were thickly dotted with the homecomers. So now our cedar canoe lay on the shore, laden with cameras and many devices for concealing us. A heavy fog hung over the lake, but we noticed that the arriving flocks of swallows sped past the north point of the Beaver and on towards the river’s mouth. Guided by these birds, that seemed to shoot out of the mist behind and speed straight along parallel with the canoe and disappear into the dense curtain ahead, we made our way, jumping many a flock of webfeet, until nearing the marsh we heard the full chorus of the motley throng break out as the sun burst forth and the wind rolled the fog up and disclosed the lake and our swiftly-steal- ing canoe. A square mile of marsh, bog and drowned land spread out before us, all yellow with the dead flags, the standing, rustling golden oats, the matted wild rice straw, green where the muskrats and the ducks had pulled up heaps of wild onions— the muskrat apples of the Mississaugas—or floating masses of succulent wild celery, tangled bunches of parrot grass, sprouting points of the flags. The sloping shores of the river banks were sere and dead beneath their black alders and willows and swamp A HERON, WITH CREST RAISED IN ANGER BIRDS maples—but all throbbed with the feathered game we were so anxious to photograph, and the tall, rustling cover hid many an enemy, more real than we were perhaps fancied: the little brown mink crashed along its hidden paths, weasels dodged under old bog roots, stoat arched their backs beside the muskrat houses and the birds of prey hovered incessantly over the scene. Into this bird haven our long, olive-green canoe entered, a fearful monster, no doubt, to the timorous inhabitants, with its long, shining shell and the two heads and four arms that bobbed and worked ominously. From bog to bank, along the little chan- nels in the marsh, we paddledthe canoe, but of all the feathered game not a single one had commenced nest-building, nor did they for many days, The spring flood was still x SE: es S SO I. TEAL AND BLACK-DUCK WITH DECOYS 2. SPOTTED SANDPIPER ON HER NEST 3. VIRGINIA RAIL EXAMINING YOUNG MUSKRATS 4. KILDEER PLOVER STANDING OVER HER NEST CALLING ON THE MARSH BIRDS on. ‘‘Peeo tahbusish nebe,” a passing red- man told us—wait for low water. We pon- dered his words as the “‘tump” of his paddle on the old dugout grew faint in the distance. True words they were, for not a bird that nested low showed any sign of industry. Towards the end of the month, one bright spring morning, as the canoe turned into the narrow, beaver-grass-lined chan- nels, we noticed that all the birds were busy nest building. Last night we had paddled through here and not a bird was at work. What wonderful instinct! The water fell from that morning. But what puzzled us the most was how the unseen signal spread. What was it that carried this news over all these boggy marshes, aye, and all over this wide lake and sinuous river, that simultane- ously the entire feathered kingdom started to build their summer homes ? We saw a very interesting sight—a musk- rat, drowned out by the high water, carrying her babes, one at a time, struggling and squealing, to a piece of bog, where she laid them to dry. We approached and floated the small camera, staked it firmly, focused it on the spot, connected the rubber tubes, and hid the canoe behind some tall, dry flags to get a picture of the mother on her return, and right into focus a Virginia rail stepped and examined with bright-eyed curiosity the kicking youngsters. ‘Clang”’ rang the curtain, away sped the bird, leaving behind the film’s impression of this odd scene. Later we took this golden-brown bird with bright red bill as she stood beside a little pond-hoJe in the marsh. She builds her nest in basket shape, well woven, right in the centre of the flags’ roots. She cuts and tears these out, without disturbing the outside shoots, that twist their swordlike leaves together at the top, forming a perfect screen and shelter. We later opened this little ““house”’ and pictured the lilac and olive-spotted eggs. Before the redheads left on the northern migration we had the luck to have a big drake, with his brilliant head and glossy black-and-white back glistening in the sun, swim slowly past our waiting lens. Again, while we rested on the shore, a female whistler came ashore for gravel and left us her picture ere she, too, joined the flight to her far-off nesting-grounds on Hudson Bay. A YELLOWLEG PLOVER The black-duck, a fowl that nests here, was always in evidence, jumping with that soul- stirring quack of his from many a hidden creek; beside its banks, under some near-by cedar, the female sat crouched on her care- fully constructed nest, plucking from her breast the well-oiled feathers to build a wall around the nest, so that when scared off or driven forth by hunger a couple of dabs of her olive-green bill turned this woven feather and grass and twig-built wall over and thoroughly concealed the nest. We took a picture of a handsome specimen of this breed as it stood on the shore-line with alarmed eye and tense muscles, ready to jump and fly. Makkudasheeb, our Indian friends call them. This mile square held also the nests of the brilliant wood-duck. Anon a drake flashed by us, a moving rain- bow; on the well-built nest in the forks of a drowned land tree the more soberly clad female sat on her greenish tinted eggs. Springing away with an alarmed squeal as our canoe entered the marshy bay, little sawbills, the hooded mergansers, built their nests at the base of a swamp willow or in a broken stub top; the graceful little teal con- A DRAKE REDHEAD—AN EXPERT DIVER cealed theirs in the rank growth of the float- ing bog. Hawk, the Mississauga guide, told us of a loon’s nest—Maung wasiswaun, he called it —hbuilt on the bay’s edge. He declared he had crept up onthesleeping bird, drawing his canoe along by grasping under the water the roots of the flags and hlies. Noiseless as a shadow he stole up on that great fowl and with a swift throw and crafty motion passed a loop of his bass line over the big head and long bill. Instantly, without disturbing her two large olive- and red-spotted eggs that lay in the rude nest, she sprang struggling back, beating the air with her short, strong wings; the line parted and she escaped. We secured the picture of a male loon that crept up through the grass to see if we had disturbed the nest, and rolled and wobbled back in frantic haste when the camera clicked. | The herons build their huge nests in the tops of the dead ash trees. Thatching these over each season, they finally have a struc- ture that looks like a wind-blown haystack, caught in midair. ‘The trees are fairly bur- dened with these, and when all the sitting females rose in their nests as we rattled on our canoe below, they looked like masts stuck in so many tubs. The males circled above the intruding craft, squawking and screaming, but never once offering to attack us. In June the two, three or four young- sters are hatched, adding their cries finally to the general clamor. The heronry is then distinctly unpleasant, as the way of sanita- tion is unknown to this family. The mothers fill the air with complaints ‘of the hunger of the big, half-naked nestlings and swoop off in search of more, making a continual procession of big, flapping herons, fish and frog laden, ascending or heavily flapping down to the feeding grounds again. Later we pictured this big wader as it swam along the shore, an unusual position; again we got a separate head study. Another picture secured was of a grand big male, a very cautious chap. He would not approach our hide (one cleverly made by a redskin, of boughs and branches piled up and inter- woven) so we pictured him across the little bay, and away he flew with his legs trailing behind like some long tail. One youngster was too weak to stand without the aid of its THE GREAT NORTHERN DIVER—THE LOON prop-like wings; there he rested, breathing heavily, too weak to fly, too tired to walk. Poor young bird! I have no idea what he thought of the two big animals that emerged from the cover of branches. Anyway, he gathered enough strength to scramble rapidly away. Another handsome heron we took stared at the lens, his crest raised in anger, wondering what the flashing, one- eyed reptile in the grass was; its jarring note, as his photograph was taken, made him stiffen all over, crouch until his long legs were bent together backwards, for they hinge that way, then leap with a hoarse, grunting squawk of alarm. It is a sight of a lifetime to watch one of these patient fishers. He will stand in the shallow water, stiff as a pair of poles. When the unwary fish swim near, there is a flash as the long, sharp bill sweeps through the air, a spraying, splash- ing struggle as the glittering fish curves in his mouth. Up, up goes the head, the perch is held aloft, slowly righted, turned head- first and swallowed with the most alarming muscular contortions eye ever witnessed. Bulging out the neck as it twists and turns and throws itself forward in its final efforts to down the fish, the bird seemingly escapes death by choking by the fraction of an inch. All along the bog’s edge the wrens and the redwings built, hanging their nests on flags and red willows. Beneath, the rails and the crakes and the mudhens built their well- woven homes. The wrens, in a perfect ectasy of nest building, made sometimes as many as three grass and flag-woven homes, twisting and crimping the grasses with their | bills in a most mechanical manner. Soon all the bog looked like some wild orchard, closely grown with dwarf fruit trees laden with their husky fruit. All over the marsh the redwings followed us, crying out at our intrusion and driving out every hawk, eagle, crow or heron that approached too near their nesting places. All honor to the red- winged blackbird. Were it not for the grand fight he wages in protecting his own home and at the same time.protecting all the nests of the feathered:game near-by, our shooting days would go unrewarded with fair bags. On the flat shores and sloping banks that edged the river’s mouth and near-by lake shore, in the old deserted meadows where the beavers once built their dams, the plover AQ2 RECRE and the sandpiper and the bittern built their nests. It was in a flag-grown bay the bittern chose its well-matched home. ‘Time after time we passed the sitting bird, which matched the green sprouting and dead, dry yellow foliage perfectly. Our striking at a pair of blac ksnakes that were sunning them- selves on a black alder branch made the bird flush. We took a picture of the nest, and later, through the binoculars, we watched the bird make its unusual cry, ‘‘A-ker- plunk—a-ker-plunk.” It stood stiffly in the marsh, its bill pointed erect as a steeple, matching the marsh coloring nicely. But in this case the cover was not more than two inches high, so the striped harlequin looked very comical. Suddenly the head was thrown forward and a gulp of air drawn in with a reed-like noise; swelling out the air- pouch, three times more it did this, until the pouch grew as large as a tennis ball. Then the head was drawn in until it rested on the back, when out it shot and out shot the cry, ‘““A-ker-plunk!”” Far down the river the male bird answered. Three times more the calls were repeated, then she slunk through the grass like a rat. We took several pic- tures of the least bittern, the orange and green and buff little beauty, flitting over the marsh like a spray of color, mate of the greater bird, except in the richer beauty of its livery. The English snipe outwitted us, if they breed here. The golden plover and the yellowlegs had gone far north to breed, but that charming black and white and buff velvet bird, the killdeer, was with us. We ATION found her on her nest. Away she struggled, rolling and tumbling on the ground, uttering a strange hissing noise with her plaintive cry. Anything to decoy us away from that precious nest. Her alarm was unnecessary. We set up the cameras, secreted ourselves, and over flew the male bird and told her in plover fashion that we were behind the brush. I bade Fritz wander away down the field and sit in the open, whereupon the male watched him and the female returned to the tiny depression, lined with a few bits of grass, that she called her nest. The four black-splashed olive-brown eggs were warm in the May sun and she ran up the little slope and stared at the bright lens. She was “easy.” (Y“linweet.) siweel.: called) thes sama from a neighboring field, and we turned and saw the spotted sandpiper flying away from its nest, built like the killdeer’s on a slight crest, rude and almost unlined. She also decoyed with fluttering wings and pitiful cry. Poor bird! would we were your only enemies. With much care we concealed the cameras; with more she returned, flying over, running through the grass like a rat, peeping here, peering there. But finally the mother instinct overcame her and she re- turned to her nest and had her picture taken; yes, and gave it to us again as she turned the eggs over and over, and another as she flew away. Laughingly we doffed our hats in thanks as we turned the rolls that added these to our collection of the feathered game andijshore birds of Sweet Canada. ON THE UPPER OTONABEE GIRLS ON A ROUND-UP In Which They Lived the Life of the Cowboys and Did a Creditable Share of the Work BY FLORENCE S. DU BOIS HE big-hearted people of the par- ticular section of the West which we knew had given we mnels? sidan NE East a good time allsummer. We ar- rived late in May, bought horses at once from the In- dians, and spent the rainy June getting acquainted with our newly acquired steeds and exploring the country around the Agency. The showers didn’t disturb us much as we rode through the yellow pine and tamarack, the wet brush flapping against the horses’ sides, the rain-laden breeze full in our faces—for we breathed the air of the hills—the high hills—and “the sound of snow-water and the sound of trees”’ was in our ears. One of those afternoons the rain ceased suddenly, the sun slanted through the broken clouds on a slope of purple lupine, and its rare fragrance was borne to us with the smell of the wet soil. Away to the northeast the snow-capped Mission Range gave back the sun. Ah, that was a time to remember! But this is not about the round-up. Yet it conveys that we liked the people and the country. In July we took a driving trip to the northern part of the Reservation and up there they said to us: ‘“‘You girls seem to like this country, we’re going to round up some beef cattle shortly, and will be out a week or ten days. Do you want to come?” Sure, we wanted to come. Visions of our- selves as dashing Lucille Mulhalls floated through our heads, and without delay we returned to the Agency and made feverish preparations for the event. These preparations were brief. If some of our friends back East, who had seen us depart with two suit-cases foratwo days’ visit, could have seen our long, lean saddle-rolls, they would have smiled. Thus outfitted, we started forth from the Agency, which was fifty miles south of where the Cattle Owner and his wife lived. She was to drive in a mountain cart and “‘pack” their things, and had told us we could (with an emphasis on the “‘could,” we thought) bring a suit-case, but we decided to reduce our necessities to a minimum, and haply thereby acquire merit. This we certainly did, for as we loped our horses up to the appointed meeting-place, having learned to arrive with a flourish, and announced that our luggage was all in the saddle-rolls, we were rewarded by words of unqualified approval. Our host went off about noon to arrange for the night’s camp, and at seven in the evening two of us in the cart, with Pete for driver, and three on horseback set out on his trail. Our route had been thus outlined: “\WeAll GOSS Une hie, GO Cee Woe Jou toward the setting sun, work the country west and north and return by the arm of the lake.”’ Such a picturesque schedule almost demanded the moon, which rose behind us as we rode down to the river and onto the crude flatboat that did service as a ferry. Pete and another cowboy, Bob, rowed and poled us across the swift stream which formed the outlet of the large lake that extended into the Reservation from the north. The crossing safely made (despite titters from the girls), we mounted the hill on the other side and held a straight course into the light of the setting sun. A rough but glorious ride brought us to - camp, which was pitched on the flat close to the edge of the same river wehad crossed, only here it ran between steep banks and the noise of its fall over the great rocks that interrupted its course just above camp could 404 be distinctly heard. It was nearly eleven, and our moon was low; the fire had sunk to embers and we could see little beyond the tent at which we had dismounted. We un- saddled our horses and held the bridles as we asked where they were to be led. “‘’Turn them loose,” said our host, who seemed to be the only human being in evidence, and we obeyed with misgivings, anxious eyes fol- lowing them as they wandered toward the river. You see, they had cost us twenty-five dollars apiece and we didn’t want anything to happen to them. But they were quite safe, for they quickly joined the band of ponies belonging to the outfit and would be in the care of the horse-wrangler until morning. The dusky outline of a big canvas-covered wagon loomed up beyond the fire and meant nothing more to us then than a picturesque addition to the scene. One of the girls walked toward it, but retreated hastily, explaining that she had nearly stumbled over a sleeping man. So we decided that it was after camp bedtime and we would turn in without delay. The mattresses covered by fouror fiveneatly folded quiltslooked good to us, and our flannel wrappers not nearly so woolly as when we rolled them up in the morning; so comfortably tucking ourselves away, we slept a sound sleep in the big outdoor night. Up at six in the morning we found much doing in the camp. The big wagon at- tracted us at once, for the end-gate, or tail- board, let down from the back, propped by a stake in the ground, formed a table around which stood several cowboys disposing of quantities of ham and eggs. Around the fire stood pots and pans and from which others of the crew filled tin cups and plates. Oh, how good was the smell of ham upon the keen morning air! Well, if this was the chuck-wagon, we were indeed glad to meet it. But these real cowboys didn’t look so much like Remington pictures as we ex- pected; here was one in overalls, dark flan- nel shirt, vest, small felt hat—named Bos- ton, so the Cattle Owner’s wife said, but not realizing Boston’s possibilities, we turned from him to Pete. There were the big hat, mackinaw, sheepskin “chaps,” clinking spurs, heavy quirt—all the attributes of the picture cowboy—and as he stooped to fix RECREATION the ornamental breast-strap on his pony, our fingers twitched for a camera. A yell from the men interrupted our contempla- tion: “‘Jack’s horse is bucking!”? And sure enough, it was. Jack, a well-built Indian, sat his ‘‘pinto”’ with perfect calm, it bucking all over the place—down the bank, along the river edge, up the steepest part of the bank again, and out on the flat—while his sombrero, his countenance, and the heavy braids over his shoulders remained equally unmoved. His general get-up was more like Boston’s than that of Pete, and he was one of the best all-around cattlemen on the Reservation our host said—a little lesson that signified “Fine ‘chaps’ do not neces- sarily mean fine cowpunchers.” Exclama- tions and admiration from the girls moved Jack no more than the bucking, except that he sent a quiet smile in our direction as he rode off on his subdued pony. Other men were saddling the ponies that the Cattle Owner was roping down by the river. This process, in addition to Jack’s riding, was as good as a Wild West Show, which the grand-stand on the bank was thoroughly appreciating. However, when Cook looked up from a pan of eggs to say: “Any time you girls want your breakfast, it’s ready,” we ‘‘went to it”. onarun. Hav- ing kept our eyes on those who had break- fasted before us, we found plates and cups and provender in cow-camp method and were soon eating a breakfast shocking to the sensibilities of those who cannot compass more than an orange, a muffin and a cup of coffee, The day’s work was to include us; we weren’t sure to what extent, only praying in- wardly that we shouldn’t be entirely in the way, and after breakfast we rode off toward the west with the Cattle Owner and the Cattle Buyer, leaving our hostess to ‘“‘keep house.”’ ‘The way lay over flats and buttes, the Owner and the Buyer telling tales, until doubt entered into even our tenderfoot enthusiasm, while we rudely and _fre- quently interrupted by requests for permis- sion to round-up every stray calf we saw. As this round-up was for beef cattle, not for branding, we were told to wait for bigger game. When we came to a draw where cattle stood in the wet ground and lay on near slopes, and we were told to collect those 7IRLS ON A ROUND-UP * branded “Bar IL” and those with two dew- laps, we rode at them with such a rush that they scattered in every direction; so the Owner calmed us down and gave us a few points. Thereafter we kept discreetly in his wake, and by noon had a bunch of cattle to herd along the river bottom to a flat, with a curve of the river on three sides and cut banks on the fourth. Though the girls’ share was mostly looking on, once or twice we ex- perienced a feeling of victory at return- ingesa steer to the herd after chasing it through creeks and cottonwood growths, up crum- bly banks and down abrupt hills, and we began to realize the danger of such a chase on the spring or fall round-ups when the ground is wet and slippery. The bunch we brought in was bel- lowing and stamp- imecnom the flat, making much dust and noise. A cloud of dust in a cut of the banks and ap- proaching lowing heralded the arrival of another lot, and then another; down the trail they came —cattle running, cowboys yelling, quirts snapping, ponies jumping—an exhibition of local color and action that fulfilled our liveliest imaginings. From the whole bunch, when all the cowboys were in, were to be cut out those not coming up to the Buyer’s standard in age, size or condition. We under- stood then that to separate a single beast and drive it out of that heaving sea of backs, was almost literally to cut it out. This was an exciting process, the daring of the “‘cut- ter” and the intelligence of his cow-pony fill- Y LWr SSS WYK SQ XC MISS LUCILLE MULHALL, THE CELEBRATED “COWGIRL”’ 495 ing us with a keen delight, but after awhile it grew fearfully hot and dusty; the Buyer seemed unnecessarily particular, and the animals that were cut out and driven clear of the herd insisted on trying to get back. Poor things, they did not realize theirs was the lucky minority. At about two o’clock we returned to camp, ho _ tired, hot, dusty and very thirsty; but all our troubles van- ished at sight of a large new tin dish- pane Tull Potmiced lemonade. With blessings for our hostess we sat our- selves down in the shade of the tent and in a short time we were cooled and comforted and the lemonade was no more. That afternoon we were perfectly willing to trust the cattle to the crew while we improvised bathing suits and had a joyful time by and in the river. As Cook was pre- paring supper he said to us: “‘ You’ll see a pretty sight towardnight ; they’ll drive the herd up the hill pasture.”’ So we were on the watch. It was in- deed a pretty sight, as they came over the rise of ground from the west with the orange light of the sunset back of them, the herd a dark, shifting mass against the sky, and the single figures on horseback making lively silhouettes. Im- pressed by the beauty of the picture and by the fact that such scenes will soon be rare, even in Montana, we stood silent and ap- preciative. Suddenly a wild yell startled us. One of the cowboys had run a calf out of the herd and was driving it right into camp; he didn’t rope it until it was almost in our Wiig, ee HH 490 tent, and we screaming and trying to get in first. Then we understood it was a gallery- play for the benefit of the girls and meant veal for breakfast. The distance between producer and consumer seemed _ pitifully short, but it certainly was nice, tender veal. After the first eventful day and getting used to camp ways, the days passed very quickly. We worked the country north, camping at our host’s old stamping grounds, where there was good water and timber. RECREATION our tent was always ready for us after a late ride into camp, and his devotion to our little hostess was unwavering. One evening the girls left camp to spend Sunday at a “hotel” over the divide at the foot of which we had been in camp two days. Because of an aching spine, the Owner’s wife was un- der doctor’s orders not to ride, so she jour- neyed in the mountain cart, and one of us, or more, as the cart seemed to be elastic, would often drive with her. That evening, A ROUND-UP OF APPROXIMATELY I000 HEAD OF CATTLE, IN MONTANA Each camp held a warm spot in our hearts, from some pleasant association; our affec- tion for the grub-wagon grew daily and our attitude toward the cowboys changed from curiosity to genuine lking. Perhaps they were rough, but never when we were around, and they showed us the deference that every man in the West accords a good woman. One day Cook and Cookee got some grouse with their six-shooters and brought them in for us. At supper time we passed them around, but they all followed the example of the first cowboy, who shook his head: “No, no, them chickens-is for you girls; you eat ’em.”’ We tried to express our appreciation to the cooks by staying “‘in” one morning and helping. We peeled vegetables for Mulli- gan, washed dish-towels and even house- cleaned the grub-wagon, Cook and Cookee meanwhile regarding us with dubious smiles. But they let us finish and said “Thank you” very politely. We were always sure that Bob would look out for our comfort. It was he who saw that two of us were in the cart with her, and Bob, who was to see us safe over the divide, was perched somewhere on the outside of it. That road certainly was a bad one. During the roughest ascent Bob walked beside the cart, blocking it frequently and driving as carefully as he could around fallen timber; all the while keeping solicitous eyes on our hostess to see 1f the jolting caused her pain. He had been telling us what a bad one he was and how he had taken the name of Bob Setemhard to evade the law; but no hard- ened character could have the honest blue eyes that brightened his weather- beaten face, and when he turned them on the Owner’s wife to see if she was all right, the expression in them would have softened the heart of the most implacable vigilante. That proved a sorrowful trip for two of us, for on the return we lost camp, which, alas! meant losing the grub-wagon. Camp was pitched at a certain spring, instead of across the river from the spring, as we thought. The girls in the cart ahead of us were on the wrong trail, but they met an outlying cowboy GIRLS ON A ROUND-UP and were directed to camp. ‘Two of us and the Buyer, whom we had met at the hotel, rode tired horses and lost sight of the cart. That was the beginning of what seemed a long, sad story then, but was only an inci- dent in the night’s work. We rode from five in the afternoon (having dined at twelve), gave up finding camp at about ten, and retraced our way to the hotel, reaching there at a quarter to one in the morning. We had had quite enough of two experiences we hoped to have in the West, namely, riding by moonlight and smelling the spicy odor of sagebrush. We fell on food and on sleep, respectively, and next morning they came and took us back to camp—a ride of about an hour, by the way. We gazed on our recovered grub-wagon as on the hearth of our fathers, and vowed not to leave its shel- tering sides until the round-up was over. But we had more moonlight riding— when we rode night-herd. We were glad to find Boston on first shift, for he was an old acquaintance now. This Indian half-breed’s name of *‘ Boston” was due to his blue eyes: ‘“*Bostonman” is Chinook for ‘‘ white man,”’ and only white men have blue eyes. That is why a blue-eyed Indian baby was given the name of Boston. He was a friendly, story-telling soul, but he had an enormous appetite, and we used to shudder at tales of his devouring seventy-two fish or seven good-sized steaks at a meal. After seeing him eat two big breakfasts, one at six and one at eight, and watching him heap his plate repeatedly at dinner, we began to believe these legends of his prowess. When he came off afternoon-riding he would assist the cooks by baking bannocks. A picture that rises to mind, ever accompanied by a smile, is that of the burly figure of Boston plentifully sprinkled with flour, bending tenderly over the bannocks browning by the fire. It was with Boston that we rode around and around the herd, enjoying it while the sunset gilded the west and the moon was big and yellow near the horizon. And Boston told us how his horse rolled from under him when he was riding over the cut banks, and that he ‘‘unhooked a rib that day.”” Then he sang that he was ‘‘ No- body’s darling, nobody cared for him,” which sad refrain had the effect of inducing the herd to bed-down. In spite of this enter- 497 tainment the night grew cold and the riding monotonous. We would gladly have re called our loudly proclaimed intention of staying out until the second shift came on at one. As the evening chill increased the disgrace of being quitters seemed a less evil than being frozen to death, so, encouraged by our host, we slipped off carefully, not to disturb the sleeping herd, and built a big fire. When we were well warmed we returned to camp and were ready to turn in at eleven- thirty. So we rode night-herd. It was a proud day when the cattle were shipped. Camp was in a pasture beyond the shipping town, and when it came time to drive the cattle to the yards we girls were requested to lead the herd. It was a herd of only five hundred head, but it looked big to ride ahead of and to wave back if it came on too fast or started in a wrong direction. One of the cowboys drawled encouragingly as we started: “‘They’re terrible liable to stampede when you reach town.” Accord- ingly chills of apprehension ran down our backs on the outskirts of town, but that herd wasn’t going to disgrace the girls, and it went through the little town decently and in order. We must admit that we heaved sighs of gratification and relief when it was safe inside the stock pens. We certainly did impress Boston, judging by this flattering CONTE, OyeAaeeicel Dy CME Oi Use Ive sight of them girls leadin’ “Wher steers is as pretty a one as I ever see.’ We watched the loading from the corral fence, which shook amazingly when twenty- five angry steers rushed against it, but it made such a fine grand-stand that we re- fused to leave. We felt like saying good-bye to each animal as it was driven (none too gently) into the chute. There was that big cream-colored one, cut out in the mountain pasture and then taken back; that mean mooley that was always making for the brush, and now was milling round and round the pen until we longed to show it how to reverse; there was that big-horned roan, found the first day on the cut banks, and the bald-faced one from Bill’s Cross- ing—in they all went and the gates slid to on them. Slowly the train steamed off and it was all over. But the memory of it will never be over for the lucky girls who “‘got to go” on a round-up. Ze WHEE, E OLD MAN WOULDN’T HURT YOU, NOW DON’T YOU ?”’ “YOU KNOW TH Photo by Geo. W. Kellogg AU SABLE, THE HIGHLY INTERESTING A Ten-Day Fishing Cruise Between Grayling, Mich., and | Oscoda—How to Go and What to Take BY WALTER C. O’KANE N COMPANY with two gentle- men from West- con Olio, wae writer enjoyed last summer a delightful canoe cruise in the _ Upper = part. of the lower penin- sula of Michi- gan. This arti- cle is written to recount, not the daily mileage of our journey, but rather. the practical side of the ‘trip—what we‘took with us, how we got there, what boats we used or might have used, what sort of water we found, what fish, and the general characteristics of the river. This in the belief that many another city man, like our- selves, might readily make this trip, and find it immensely enjoyable to himself and profitable to his constitution. The three of us who made this trip were and are practically beginners. One of us had made a run the year before through lakes and streams in Michigan. Another had camped many seasons in Ohio, but always in orderly, near-town outings, char- acterized by gasoline stoves, cots to sleep on and a floor in the tent. Our choice of streams fell on the famous Au Sable, principally because of its reputa- tion for fish. Of its good or bad points as regards rapids and camping-places we knew nothing, and succeeded in finding out very little. It simply looked “‘highly interesting,”’ and was within reach. We outfitted at home, in Ohio. One of us had a flat-bottomed, folding canvas boat, fourteen feet long by about forty-five inches beam. We took it with us. An old Indian watched us set it up on the banks of the river, when we were getting ready to put in, and after solemn deliberation for ten min- utes remarked, ‘‘No good. Big leak.” But it came through unharmed. Our tent, pro- visions, blankets, extra clothing and general duffle were packed in four heavy canvas war bags, each eighteen inches in diameter and thirty inches deep, with a draw-string at the top and a canvas handle on the side. These bags were good, but it would have been better had two of them been ten or twelve inches in diameter instead of eighteen. That is big enough for the provision bags. If larger they are too heavy, if packed full. These bags were disposed of at night by standing them in a row on two or three sticks or small logs, and putting a poncho over them. That kept them perfectly dry, and left our tent clear. The tent was six by six, and five and a-half feet high, with loops on top through ~ which we ran a ridge-rope. In the front was sewed a cheese-cloth mosquito bar. Another time we would have a sod cloth sewed around to the bottom of the tent and a ground cloth overlapping it inside the tent, in addition to the cheese-cloth front, as the only pests that got at us came in under the sides, or were hidden in the grass or weeds when we pitched our canvas. The ridge-rope was all right. But it is easier to pitch even a small tent with poles, and on the Au Sable they can readily be secured at the start and carried through in the boats. Our provisions partly filled two of the big bags and made the heavier part of the load. Perishables, such as butter, lard, tea and ground coffee, were carried in friction-top tin cans. Matches likewise. The remaining provisions went in small sacks, such as banks use for coin. In fact, most of ours 500 came from that source. We labeled these sacks with black paint, but later distin- guished them usually by their general ap- pearance and the feel of them. An empty tick was taken with the blankets. Later, filled with spruce twigs and covered with two ponchos, rubber side down, it made a capital bed. We carried no canned goods, except con- densed milk, which was more or less of a RECREATION which we poked a stick for handle—a con- venient and satisfactory contrivance; a wire broiler with legs, which is not necessary to good cooking or general happiness, as two small logs laid side by side, with the fire built between, are steadier and better; a long fork, a cook’s spoon, a cake-turner; tin plates and cups and common, bone-handled forks. Our knives were a sheath and a large clasp-knife, good for more uses than any ““SWEEPERS’’—IN THE WATER THEY ARE HARD ON CANVAS BOATS nuisance because a can, once opened, had to be used up right away, else it would surely spill or spoil. Beans we took along aplenty and also brought back with us when we came home. It seemed such a long- drawn-out operation to cook them that we never developed the necessary inclination. One will use a great deal of flour, coffee, tea, rice and bacon—particularly bacon. We took about twice as much as looked reason- able and used it all. Rice is valuable, if you like it at all. It is easily cooked and lends itself to a considerable: variety of fare. Raisins and prunes are good. Maple sugar is first-rate for dessert. A chunk of it tops off a meal and supplies the sweets that a man soon craves in the woods. Of cooking utensils we used a large, deep, one-piece stew kettle; two tin buckets—one for coffee, the other for general boiling or stewing; a frying-pan, handle cut off and a short cylinder of sheet-iron riveted on, in case-knife and fully taking the place of the latter. A canvas water-bucket proved very useful. Our best camera was left at home, which was a mistake. We wished for it a hundred times, and are still wishing. We had only a little 2 by 24 affair, which we made good use of, however. Our river was reached at the town of Grayling, Mich., three hundred miles north of Detroit. We got into Grayling about four-thirty in the morning and improved the opportunity by borrowing a truck from a sawmill near-by, and wheeling our stuff across, four blocks, to the river bank. Up- town we bought some mosquito dope, a few new trout-flies and some extra provisions. Really, there had been no need to bring any provisions from Ohio, as there are plenty of good stores in Grayling. The canvas boat was set up and a short keel wired on the bottom, to hold it steadier AU SABLE, THE HIGHLY INTERESTING IMinencunrent, Im iront or us the river rushed along, a little, narrow, rapid stream of absolutely clear water, and disappeared a few rods away, around a bend. Occa- sional logs and rocks could be seen, and at the bend the current swept under a fallen tree. ‘That was the general character of the river through much of the upper part. We had written ahead to engage a second boat and found it ready for us, a regular ‘‘river- 501 that our best plan was to use the oars of the canvas boat as paddles. ‘The current carries one along fast enough throughout the greater part of the river. The trick is to keep clear of rocks and snags. The river- boat was sometimes rather unmanageable in the sharp bends. Now and then it would crash into some fallen tree, but always it came through unharmed. Where the river falls most rapidly there are often rocks near STOWING DUFFLE AFTER A STOP FOR PROVISIONS boat” as they call the type—long, narrow, pointed at both ends, heavy and built with a well in the middle for live-box, in which are kept minnows for bait. It was said that these boats are sometimes hard to secure, unless engaged ahead. Another way to get a boat is to buy boards from a mill on the river bank, borrow a hammer and saw, and knock together a scow. The mill is ready to help with plans and dimensions. Two young men that we met did this. It took them about half a day to build their boat and it cost them five dollars. At nine o’clock we put in and enjoyed our first taste of the river. The water was swift and the turns were sharp. But we had no serious trouble with them, and neither ought any one else with a reasonable knowledge of boats. The natives use a long, heavy pole exclusively in managing a river-boat. We had one and cut another for the canvas boat, but after varied experiments we found the surface of the swirling water, or jutting _ through it, but though they are themselves concealed they make enough commotion in the current to enable one to see and avoid them. It takes quick work sometimes, but it can be done by any one with ordinary strength in his arm and eyes in his head. At a point two-thirds of the way from Grayling to the mouth of the river there is four or five miles of white water, known as the Au Sable Rapids. The writer left our party some few miles above this point. The others went through successfully in the river-boat, though the rocks were thick and the descent considerable. Beyond this place the water was easy-going to the end of the river. The canvas boat was by far the easier to manage from start to finish. Of course, it was necessary absolutely to avoid rocks, logs or the sweepers—fallen trees lying in the bends or across the current. However, disappeared a few rods away, around a bend this could readily be done, as a rule. Throughout the trip this boat carried one man and some duffle. It could have carried much more. At very few places could we have made much headway up-stream. The current is too swift. The natives pole their boats up the river, hugging the shore, but we should have needed a few summers’ practice to duplicate the feat. There are literally scores of good camp- ing places along the Au Sable, particularly throughout the upper two-thirds of the river. Its course winds about through sandy hills, bending sharply every few rods, cir- cling the base of steep slopes. On top of these bluffs, among the jack-pines or scrub- oaks or on lower levels, half a dozen feet above the water, are good camp sites in abundance. Of clear, cold springs there must be hundreds, almost thousands, from source to mouth of the river. Along the base of many of the bluffs water trickles out in a continuous belt, for fifty, a hundred or two hundred feet, so freely that a hole scooped in the sand and gravel quickly brims full. To our limited experience, at least, the Au Sable seemed a great stream for fish. There were no grayling. We caught none, and old-timers told us that seven or eight years had passed since the last one was hooked in the river; but there was an abun- dance of brook and rainbow trout. Undoubtedly the best way to fish the stream from a boat is to slip slowly down, anchoring from time to time above likely pools or eddies, and casting down-stream, perhaps allowing the fly to float with the cur- rent a little. As is probably the rule in other streams, the trout are to be found near springs, or the outlet of a cold brook, in the warmer hours of the day. The rainbows seem to frequent the rapids. We caught no large fish. Two 12-inch rainbows were the largest. But we had plenty of 8- and 1o- inch fish and enjoyed many a meal of them. Of flies we made most use of the brown hackle, coachman, royal coachman, queen AU SABLE, THE HIGHLY INTERESTING of the waters, parmacheene belle and the bumblebee—the last a new lure, we believe, fashioned with the coloring of the insect from which it is named. Angleworms and grasshoppers we experimented with. The former seemed to attract more chub than trout and the latter were good in certain places. There are plenty of excellent trout-pools and rapids all the way from Grayling to Bamfield’s. At some places on the upper half of the river we floated over pools where we could see dozens of fine trout lying close to bottom in the clear water. The length of the river from Grayling to the mouth is estimated at something like three hundred miles, as the stream goes. This is only guesswork. Nobody knows how far it is. From Grayling to Bamfield’s, where many or most anglers leave the river, is estimated at two hundred miles. It took us ten days, and it might be done in three or four. Or one could profitably spend a month or two on the journey. We ran only a few hours each day. Usually we started between eight and nine and ran until eleven- thirty. Then we landed and cooked some luncheon. We were off again at one or two, and made our stop for the night at three- thirty to four. Our first day’s run took us perhaps a dozen miles, as the river goes. The stream was narrow and exceedingly crooked and the banks were high, with little swamp land. We camped that night in a field, adjacent to an empty log house. The spot is marked in memory as the place where we found angleworms. ‘There was a bit of black, wet ground, which we plowed up with pointed sticks, and from it got fifteen or twenty worms. At only four or five points on the river did we find this kind of bait. It might be worth while to take a can of worms with you from civilization, done up in moss to keep them clean and hardy. The next day we passed through a beauti- ful section of the river, wild and picturesque. In the afternoon we passed Stevens Bridge, a good place to stock up with fresh bread, butter and eggs. Fishermen sometimes run down to this point, and haul back to Gray- ling. A mile or two below Stevens Bridge is a log house belonging to some sportsman or other. There is a spring near-by, and the 593 spot is a fine camp site. We used it that night. The following day’s run took us through more rapid water, with one short stretch of sluggish current. Fishing was good and camp sites plentiful. We found a particu- larly pleasant one that night, a pine grove at a bend in the river, backed by a modest hill, from which there was a magnificent view. Close by there was a good spring. From this point there are rapids for five miles or so to an old sawmill, then shallow flats, sandy bottom, islands and ancient remains of log jams. The channel here a LOR cP The natives pole their boats 504 divides and wanders about, and it is neces- sary to pick a careful course and avoid sub- merged logs. This section of river must have been a source of anything but joy to the lumbermen in the old days. Along here, for a few miles, good camping places are scarce. The first one that we found to suit us was some distance below, at the mouth of a stream known as Big Creek. We tried the fishing a short distance up the creek, but there were no pools and we got no strikes. The next half-day was down swift water, between high and picturesque banks. At one-thirty we ran beneath an iron bridge, and tied up just beyond, below a mill. Fol- lowing the road to the right, up a long hill, a mile or so, we came to the town of Mio, a county seat, ard a point from which mail or telegrams can be sent. If one is so disposed one can drive from Mio some thirty-six miles overland to a railroad, thence to civilization. A few minutes’ run below Mio that evening we found an excellent camping RECREATION place, at the top of a rather high bank, in a grove of jack-pine. For two and a-half hours next morning we swung down the swift current. At noon, when we tied up for lunch, we gathered wild raspberries, strawberries and quantities of blueberries and huckleberries. In the boats again, we loafed along the remainder of the day. In the morning we reached the town of Mckinley, once a thriving village, but now almost deserted. The maps show a railroad running down to this point, but it has been abandoned. We had dinner that day with a ‘‘dead- head crew,” ontheirhouseboat. Thesemen spend the summer working the river from top to bottom, resurrecting from the river bottom sawlogs that have lain there ever since the heyday of lumbering times. They have been hard at it for several seasons, and seem still to find ample material to work on. That night, in a camp on a high bluff, we enjoyed our only really unpleasant experi- ~~“ ne er . . the Au Sable seemed a great stream for fish AN ANGLER WHIPPING THE SOUTH BRANCH OF THE AU SABLE NEAR) ITS JUNCTURE WITH THE MAIN STREAM ence with mosquitoes. It blew a small gale after our tent was up, and the sides of our shelter went flapping in the wind. Seem- ingly the breeze blew the tent full of mosquitoes. We figured it out that they were carried to us from a swamp near-by. At any rate, after crawling into our tent, we spent an hour or so alternately lying down and waiting until a horde of mosquitoes had come out of their hiding places and col- lected about us, then lighting a candle and killing them off. We reached Bamfield’s the next after- noon. A thunderstorm chased us in. Just as it broke we landed and found unexpected shelter in an empty house-boat. The writer left our party here and pro- ceeded by a logging railroad to Oscoda; thence to Detroit and Ohio. Mr. Wheeler and Mr. Young continued on down the river to Oscoda. They enjoyed a beautiful trip all next day, and on the second day had the experience of running the real white water of the Au Sable. Beyond this point the country became swampy, with occa- sional high bluffs. There was little fishing. They reached Oscoda on the fourth day from Bamfield’s. It was necessary to go across country after a wagon, and have the boat and luggage hauled into town. Log booms block the river above the point where it enters the town. The river-boat was shipped back by freight. Looking back on the trip it stands out in memory as a thoroughly delightful outing. There was good fishing. There were excel- lent camping places. We suffered very few discomforts. There was the exhilaration of rapid water, just difficult enough to be en- joyed. And every moment there was a con- stantly changing panorama of beautiful river and country. It was a trip worth while, and we are agreed that for once there were no ‘‘flies in the molasses.”’ There is no reason for the use of parentheses or a grin when referring tothe Au Sable River of Michigan as being highly interesting; it is the real thing. SALMON FISHING MADE EASY Practical Information for the Inexperienced . BY JOHN O’DONNELL =| lifetime to be at one end of a salmon-line with a twenty-pound salmon at the other. True, it has drawbacks. One has to go a good way off, and = spend some hard-earned cash, and lose some days from occupation at home, and, then, too, it leaves a bit of blase listlessness for other fishing. But these must not be overrated and should not deter you if you love fishing that is fishing, if you de- light in beautiful country and North Pole air, in quiet days and golden-pink aurora nights ; if you like to have red blood in your veins and tan in your face. Port-aux-Basques, Newfoundland, looks for all the world like parts of Ireland—the boggy soil, the gray rocks, the white houses and the lowering, cold skies—and, landed there, you almost begin to “‘smell salmon.” But you must take train up-country a piece. Don’t be afraid; the train won’t upset, though it often seems about to. It is hard to convey your breakfast to its destined port; very hard to drink your coffee. De- spite the extraordinary scenery and fairly good train service, you are glad to reach your station and very much relieved to see your guide there to meet you. How pure and cool the air is! How still, as the train’s whistle echoes back from the next station! “How aie ene fish, Jim?” “Well, sir, they’s coming in now.” ‘“Any caught yet ?” “Yes, sir; last night I seen Joe, and he had a broken rod to mend for his gentleman. The water’s been a little cold up to this.” ‘‘ And where are we to fit out, Jim?” “Right here, at D {SeaSitae, To me, next to the delights of fishing and the camp-fire aftermath, is the pleasure of “fitting out” and the foreglance. How many are you? How long are you to stay out ? How much fish will you surely catch ? Are you going to hunt, too? Can you come back for a second supply? Are you going by boat all the way? And is the water easy ? Think of all this and then buy your flour and pork and bacon and molasses and eggs and sugar and tea and salt and beans and dried fruit and cheese. If you wish, canned vegetables and fruits are nice; so are the cans in camp. And then the kettles and plates, and knives and spoons, etc., etc. So a day in June last found me fitting out in Newfoundland. After two days I had made all ready. Two guides, one cook, and then my friend arrived and at last we got off up the river. And a glorious cool day it was. ‘“‘How are the pools, Jim?” ‘Well, sir, Mr. and Mrs. H are leaving X Pool very soon. That’s a good one and we must try to be there to Seultw Sure enough! Kind Providence had brought us just in time. “You are coming at a likely season. It has been too cold so far, but I think you will have it right; now. We got only four in three weeks.” That was a cheering word from those just returning home. How brown and strong they looked! how white and flabby we! Jim pulled a heavy oar on his new dory, and Clem and Dinny followed close, and another hour brought us past the camps of Mr. D and Mr. W- to our destina- tion. We quickly set up tent and took pos- session. Whai a feeling of relief, for we had two fair pools and a third poor one to fish. Next day, in a stiff wind and cold weather, I hooked what Jim pronounced and I be- lieve was a trout. I was fishing in mid- stream, and by the time I got ashore for the fight the fish, unseen, was gone. My jaw fell. ‘The second day I got one rise but he did not take my fly. The third day I took off my heavy linen SALMON FISHING MADE EASY tarpon line and put on my light silk line and tried to get it out despite the wind. We started out, and at 9 A.M. I got a rise and hooked my fish on a small silver-gray fly, which I had luckily bought over in North Sydney on my way up. He made a rather dull fight, for less than a quarter of an hour, not jumping once. Jim gaffed him, and he weighed just g pounds and measured 30 inches. The sky was overcast, the temperature about 54,and wind southeast, blowing hard. I tell you we were gentlemen in camp that noon. After dinner and a nap, Jim suggested trying the sandbar right opposite our camp, where he had seen several fish leaping. When possible, we preferred wading along shore and casting out to midstream and sweeping around down-stream, rather than using the boats. So I fished down the sand- bar and came up to try it once again to be sure. I put on a middle-sized Jock Scott and had scarcely cast out when a swirl and a pull, followed by my instinctively tighten- ing on it, told me I had hooked something. And then a leap! What a fine one! How heavy he was! My rod bent well, yet nicely, while the battle raged up and down the bar. My reel sang and the silk line stung my finger and thumb as I tried to check the fish. Again he was up out of the water! Now he came towards us, but as Jim, armed with his terrible gaff, went near the water the salmon was off again to mid- stream. But he was tiring. “When his tail comes out like that he’s getting tired, sir.” Again cautiously Jim sneaked to the water’s edge and I strained all I dared, lest a joint snap or the fleshy hold of the hook break away or something else rob me of my coveted prize. But he was coming in. Jim quickly jerked, but the gaff was too small— so Jim said in excuse. Away went my fish, but the singing reel and heavy pull showed that he was still on that good little Jock Scott. Again he came back, down-stream, and slanted in, and again Jim waded into the water, very roguishly, and again jerked. “Hah! Hoorah! Three cheers! He’s a fine one, sir.” And a fine one he was, weighing zopounds and 38 inches long! You may be sure he 5°7 was photographed, for he was a regular artist’s model. That fish fed five men for two days and a- half. ‘There was no trouble keeping it fresh that long, as even the middays were not very warm, and that night, June 29, we had frost, and on the hills around were several patches of snow still unmelted. The wild cherries were just in blossom and the birch leaves were only half-grown. Still I found a sunny, sandy pool of shallow water and got up courage to take a much needed bath. Next day, at 5 p.M., on a middle-sized silver-gray fly, after two leaps, I landed a fine fish—134$ pounds. And at 10.30 P.M., after a forty-five-minute fight, I killed a g-pound salmon on a middle-sized silver doctor. After this success I lost a little edge of eagerness and the warm weather and falling, clear river all led to my catching no more fish till July third, when I took a small one—8} pounds. | On July sixth I was fishing with a silver doctor. Fish large and small were leaping, but the sky was so bright and the water so very clear that all day we had had no strike. At a quarter before 9 p.m. I struck a fish and it was a fight from the start. We were out of fish and you may be sure I handled that rise as carefully as I knew how. From my stand out in the head of the pool I got back to shore, as my (?) fish started diagonally down the current. Safely I ~ stalked through the mud to the shore, and half-stumbled over a tiny brooklet trying to keep opposite the fish in his down-stream course. He began to come in a little and Jim came down to the bank, but the fish was away in a flash, jumping, bucking, jerking, slacking. Once I thought he was gone; but no. I got out on a flat, stony bar, a fine landing place, and the /ast¢ landing place in sight. It was nine o’clock; the air was cool- ing, the stars were coming out, the black flies were yielding a little, but only a little, to the mosquitoes. Still in the gloaming, more by the strain and jerks of my rod than by my sight, I knew I had a good fish pretty well in hand. “‘His tail’s coming up, sir!’’ whispered Jim. The fish had jumped five times and made a game fight, but my line had pretty well filled my reel again. He was getting flappy. 508 Jim sneaked down to the water’s edge again, and my fish made a last little run, but yielded soon to the strain. He weighed 125 pounds and was a male fish, this last ex- plaining his exceptionally vigorous fight. We had had supper, so we rowed across the river to the knoll on which we were camped and told tales and gazed at the glorious, fantastical Northern Lights, which put out most of the small stars, though the new moon could be seen perfectly well, “holding the old moon in her arms.”’ The next day I took nothing, the river getting lower and lower. July eighth I got out my six-ounce trout-rod and rigged up for grilse. At 6 A.M., on a single-hook silver doctor trout-fly, I struck, and in due time landed a 64-pound salmon, and at 9 A.M. a 34-pound grilse, on the same fly; also two small trout. Sunday afternoon, the sitet again on a silver doctor, I landed three grilse, aggre- gating 84 pounds. Monday morning was warm and foggy, with a very gentle west wind, and from 9g |a.m. till 12.30 I landed one trout, 24 pounds, three grilse, 3, 34 and 4% pounds respectively, and one salmon, 14 pounds. The trout took a Jock Scott; the salmon a small double-hook silver doctor; and all were on my 6-ounce rod, though I was fortunate in having a shore that let me accompany the salmon down-stream, for the distance from where I struck him to where Jim gaffed him was 400 yards. ‘[wenty-seven pounds of game fish taken in three and a-half hours on a 6-ounce rod is not so bad, is it P The following day I took nothing, but the next, before breakfast, still with my 6-ounce rod, I took one grilse, and one salmon weighing 114 pounds, on a silver gray, the wind being high and the sky bright. At half-past eleven I got a grilse, and the water had now grown so warm that I really en- joyed a delightful swim in a deep, glassy pool. The day after this was cool again, and so we went for an expedition of discovery. The train up the river was only three and a-half hours late, so our chances for fishing that day were poor; still a good ten-mile walk is healthful, and the odd rock forma- tions, the black firs, the deep, green pools, the frothing rapids, the quiet ‘‘steadies,”’ RECREATION the mournful moosebirds, the loon’s wild cry, all made the day a pleasant change, and you may be sure we were glad to see the camp-fire again and smell Clem’s savory supper. Thus far for the man who knows—who has caught salmon. Now for him who has not reached that height of glory. If you are satisfied with the big pike of the Muskokas that makes a few dashes and is then picked up by the eyes and is hardly fit to eat, unless by a ravenously hungry hunter; if you think your small-mouthed black bass of the Belgrade Lakes enough for you—and I admit they are reliable sport and toothsome food; if you want nothing beside the speckled trout that haunt the springy bottoms of Lake Edward; if your acme is the ouananiche—and lithe and thoroughbred he is—of the Grande De- charge; if you want to kill and then throw away the fierce, useless tarpon of the Gulf, I have only to say, ‘‘Every man to his liking,”’ especially as it is for sport and recreation and injures no one. But let me add that I have enjoyed all these, except the tarpon, and since I caught salmon I have caught nothing else; such a delight- ful combination of game and food is the salmon that I fancy no other fish equals it. ‘‘But the salmon waters are all owned by clubs and private men.” Not at all—the whole of Newfoundland is any man’s, so far as salmon are concerned. And you can get there from New York ina little over two days by rail, or more pleas- antly in three days by water. ‘But salmon tackle costs a mint!” If you so choose. But you can catch fish on another kind. Would you care to know what my very modest outfit costs me? Of course, I have had my old 7x7 A tent for years, and another inside tent of cheese- -cloth, the same size and shape as the outer canvas tent, and held in place by a hook and ring at each ground corner and gable, and with no opening whatsoever but a big three- foot hole in front, fastening with a draw- string. This insures you against all flies by day and mosquitoes by night, and is worth its weight in silver; indeed one could hardly stand the insects without it. Mine is made of blue cheesecloth, though I should prefer green, and cost $3.50. We pay each SALMON FISHING MADE guide $2.00 a day, including boat and some cooking utensils. Last summer our food cost us, per head per day, 33 cents, and we lived well; last summer a year it was only 25 cents per man per day; each year we fitted out almost entirely in Newfound- land. But more particularly—hip rubber boots —get those that are held up by a perpendic- ular side-strap from your belt, and not by a horizontal strap around the leg—$ 4.50. A sole-leather rod-case would go near or over $20.00, but I had one made of fibre, 5 feet 3 inches| high, 6 inches'.in diameter, leather mountings, $6.00. One 14-foot, split bamboo, two tips well silked, double hand-grasp, 30 ounces, $22.50. One black rubber 200-yard reel, $4.50. One silk line, 150-yard, $2.25, I think. Leaders go up to $5.00 apiece, though one gets fine goods at $3.00 or even cheaper. Indeed, we caught some nice fish on 50-cent trout leaders, though good goods here pay. I used a $3.00 leader last summer for most of my heavy fish and never lost one by its fault. Flies vary: in New York you will pay $9.00 a dozen for double-hook flies; in Halifax, $6.00. They are good holders in a fish’s mouth, though in very clear water the single hook is, perhaps, more likely to be taken. Again, we landed a few big fish on trout flies that cost only 75 cents a dozen. But then you must be very care- ful, and not expect to get more than one in three you hook. At first you should have a gaff for your guide; after you learn a EASY ° 509 little, and if you can prevent your guide from gaffing, and have a proper beach, your fish can be beached by his own flopping and picked up without that unsightly gaff gash in his side. To sum up, then, I should say you could set yourself up, without frills, for a three- weeks’ fishing, and supposing you know how to use a fishing-rod, for $50.00. Of course, you will see old sportsmen using really useful things not in your stock, but $20.00 a year after that will gradually fit you out more comfortably. There are lots of hints I should like to give you about little things, most useful and really quite inex- pensive, but already I have visions of the Editor’s blue pencil. If you have a friend that goes for salmon, talk to him. And if you go once, you'll go till you-die. Last summer our camp neigh- bor was eighty-four years old. Another, a retired English Colonel, who gaveme many points, had hunted tigers in India, and after the salmon season was over was going for tuna in Texas. What I have told is my plain, truthful experience, not a sunset, imaginative, amusing story. You may notice I have not told you where I fished. If I did, you would have learned too much. But if you get to Newfoundland between the middle of June and the middle of July—possibly the mid- dle of August some seasons—you can catch salmon, if you know how. Even if you are too late for salmon there are grilse, and after them fine, big trout. WARDENS CHASE AND BENTLEY HEADED FOR THE RABBIT SWAMP A SWING AROUND VERMONT What the Green Mountain State Offers Sportsmen— Entertained by the Game Protectors BY EDWARD CAVE : ILLUSTRATED FROM PHOTOGRAPHS BY THE AUTHOR HE spirit of Ethan Allenand those who stood with him tar- ried not overlong in the Green Moun- tains, yet it left its mark, and the sons of the West return- ing find a great monument reared to its memory in the old village of Benning- ton—and a population of hardscrabble Timid Ones, sitting on their heels waiting for something to turn ups But Vermont is now freckled with these returned descend- ants of the trail-makers, and the chance wayfarer who is on pleasure bent finds the old Green Mountain State altogether an attractive field. One may have good sport in Vermont, in the forest or on the stream, in good com- pany, and for small money. ‘True, one can- not shoot moose or caribou, but by the same token Vermont does not exact the time nor the fatigue of the long trail. One can “go, in” comfortably in a spring wagon, and in anywhere from an hour to half a day’s time. Deer are comparatively plenty, bears can be hunted successfully without the aid of dogs, and with dogs one can get excellent sport at ruffed grouse, varying hares and foxes, the latter affording the surest and best hunting in the State. Our brave little friend, the native brook trout, greets the angler from the head of the class of game fishes. He is in evidence all over the State, and in goodly numbers. Mascalonge, pike, bass, pickerel, landlocked salmon, lake trout and perch are'taken with varying suc- cess, according to waters and skill of the angler. ‘There are something over 260 lakes and ponds in Vermont, with a total acreage of over 116,210 acres, most of them afford- ing good fishing. As for the air and the scenery—‘‘they must be tried to be appre- ciated.” Looking at a map of the State, one gains a wrong impression of the extent of the mountains. Rightly, the map should repre- sent the Green Mountains, with the State of Vermont draped on and about them—there wouldn’t be any too much drapery. Mount Mansfield, one is told, is the highest in the State, but though it looks the part, with its bald eastern battlement rearing abruptly above the blue-green of the conifers to a height of 4,070 feet, Killington, some sixty odd miles to the southwest, has an altitude greater by nearly two hundred feet. ‘There is a wealth of ‘‘mounts”’ of lower degree throughout the State, any of them amply abrupt to test the bellows of the visitor from the low places and wild enough to harbor of the free folk of hoof and claw a plenty to furnish thrills for the seekers after such for many a day to come. I went to Vermont in February last, not seeking thrills, but, like Diogenes of old, a-hunting an honest man. That I found him, and, furthermore, that I found him not alone, shall furnish material for an article in the October number of this magazine— an article through which I hope to stir the Timid Ones of Vermont, and of every other State or Territory where the shoe may fit, to a more active realization of the fact that fish and game, to any commonwealth where agriculture does not flourish triumphant, can be made a powerful asset, instead of a luxury. Meanwhile, we will discuss, firstly, a fox hunt. On a Monday morning I went with Harry 512 Chase, who is the game and fish warden of Bennington County, and incidentally a tré insplanted Western man, to see ‘‘the only bunch of quail in Vermont,” and, as I un- thinkingly remarked to some one, who want- ed to know, to catch a red, fox by the tail and take his photograph. The open season on quail in Vermont includes four months; RECREATION warden, and this probably the only covey in the State. The snow, knee-deep, with a tough crust at ten inches. Thermometer ranging around zero. A four-months’ open season! O tempora/ Oh, the devil! Deputy Galusha took us through his own particular woodcock cover, and said he had almost always good shooting at flight DEER COUNTRY IN WINDSOR COUNTY, NEAR WOODSTOCK just why, Chase, nor I, nor any one else, cannot explain. There is no closed season on foxes, and I had ample assurances that there were among the Timid Ones aplenty who would pay handsomely (I doubt it) to see even the mangiest young fool reynard that ran grasped by the tail by the hand of man and held for his portrait. The Timid Ones do not ‘“‘savvy” our little Western pleasantries. If there is really any man who, above all others, must be ‘‘shown,”’ I believe he lives, not in Missouri, but in Vermont. / Assisted by Deputy Warden Galusha, of Arlington, and his good blue pointer, we eventually found the birds, a covey of eight- een. They were using in the brush-grown fence-rows of a hillside farm (I won’t tell where) and I was told were being fed regu- larly by the neighboring farm folk and by the school children. The only sportsman who was interested in them was the deputy birds beginning with the moon of October. We put up here and there a “‘partridge,”’ and crossed so many fresh fox tracks that I persuaded Dave to take his dogs out after dinner, despite the frightfully bad going. There were Brownie and Nailer and Tim, venerable old Tim, with mustaches like a wirehair. Chase and I borrowed, between us, a single-barrel gun, and Dave took us to a snow-covered hillside pasture, where he said was a deceased calf that had been food for foxes. The dogs visited the rendezvous, but they said never a thing. Tim com- menced to tug at something which would not come loose, and, being deaf, he could not be persuaded to come away. We hoped Dave would put the dogs into the cedars, in the valley, where they might rout out a fox that had been crossing from the other ridge and stopped to hunt cottontails. But he made us goalong down with him, tomakesure of our having no advantage over him. And so it 2 A SWING AROUND VERMONT was that we were out of hearing of old 'Tim’s feeble baritone when, in casting about after leaving the late deceased, he plumped over a stone wall, almost on top of a fox that had been in the valley and sneaked out behind the wall and was at the moment watching us in the swamp and listening to Brownie’s fine tenor, as the dog was puzzling $7 VA % 4 Zé Wee e 7 if 4 GE Lith Wig fe a“ Me 4 4 GEL ype 7 eee A VIEW OF THE BATTENKILL, VERMONT’S BEST TROUT STREAM out his trail. What happened could only be guessed at, when later, hurrying back up the mountain to reach a runway, in the hope of the dogs bringing the fox back, we stumbled upon the story on the snow. That Tim had “‘got fur” was startlingly manifest, and the fox, breaking away, had gone up the mountain, touching only at rare intervals. Tim, all desire, had followed hard after; very hard, poor old chap, the snow being, belly deep and the crust cutting his shins cruelly. But did he ever have such luck before? Surely, for once he was repaid for being only a pottering old white hound. Trotting idly along, on the wet top snow, he made no noise and, favored by the wind, he had ‘‘jumped”’ a fox as perhaps but few dogs ever have. And the old rascal brought that fox back ahead of the other dogs and was the first in, first in since many a long winter, to worry the quarry where it lay on the snow at the foot of a sobbing chestnut 513 tree, shot to death by his own good master. That was the first blue fox Dave Galusha ever saw, the first any of us ever saw fresh killed, and Chase said it looked “‘like a cross between a bobcat and a coyote.” But to feel of the fur, ah! but ’twas so soft, so fluffy, as compared with the bristly fur of a red or a gray. And, oh! how proud was Dave, how proud old Tim, gibbering now with reaction from the race and licking his poor wounded paws. I took a picture of them, with their famous blue fox—for Dave, and for Chase and for myself, but not for publication, dead foxes looking anything but interesting when pictured in a magazine. In the morning we went to Sunderland, to visit Deputy Warden Jesse Bentley, at his home far up on Equinox Mountain, where the stillness of the long ago yet holds sway, except for the few days in the deer season, when Jesse stays within doors and writes letters—and men come to his door and say: “Vl give you ten dollars for a shot at a buck.) To one such, so Chase afterward told me, the trapper, being in a happy mood and feeling reassured by a cessation of the firing on the mountain, replied: “I don’t want your money, stranger; but Dll send one by you, and if you want me to [ll hitch up my 514 horse and haul it down to the station for you.” ~ The man was duly placed on a stand be- side a good runway, and Bentley went off to Within an hour shoo a buck down to him. RECREATION runway, the sportsman declared himself a consummate fool, in which Bentley made free to say he quite agreed with him. We were made welcome indeed to the humble home of the trapper, a good, whole- CHASE SEES THE FOX, AND POINTS IT OUT FOR GALUSHA he had fulfilled his promise, but had heard no shot from the old orchard where the man from the city had been left on guard. Returning, the trapper found his sportsman a quarter of a mile from his stand, where he had gone in search of better apples than could be found nearer. When he was shown the buck’s fresh tracks in the soit earth, where he had pounded down the some welcome, the sort that is worth climb- ing two thousand feet of mountain to enjoy and that was all the more appreciated since I knew that few were the men who had ever broken bread with Jesse Bentley over his own table. And we viewed with respect his collection of traps, nor said one word against their use; for Jesse has known only the life of the trapper. And his father and his A SWING AROUND VERMONT grandfather before him were trappers, as will be his curly-headed son after him. Then, led by just such another dog as Dave Galusha’s venerable Tim, we went over the mountain, and down through a 515 name, to open up. It was not a good day for hares. Meanwhile Chase and Jesse con- versed in low tones of their wardening, and I snapped a picture of them intently listening. We took home to Jesse’s good wife only one Pi a DEER COUNTRY IN BENNINGTON COUNTY—MINUS THE DEER really beautiful little valley, long, long ago deserted for fairer fields in the land of the setting sun, till we came to the edge of the swamp that hides the trout-brook where Jesse’s boy goes a-fishing. There we stopped to enjoy the stillness and to look at the surrounding mountainsides, while the dog was tuning up his nose. We listened long for the old dog, I have forgotten his hare, but we saw a rare winter sunset with nothing intervening but the valley with its spruces and its cedars, and the still moun- tain beyond with its ghostly birches, and its patchwork of blue hardwoods and snow- whitened slashings. That night I went to Rutland, and Chase returned to his home. And on Wednesday by stage I journeyed eastward thirty miles, dNIO LNOUL GTAIMSNVN ANVI AHL Ad LIINA WV AHL ONIMOHS ‘AIaIASNVN AVI . A SWING AROUND VERMONT directly over the range to Woodstock, in Windsor County. A famous trip in summer it must be, the road winding around the northerly slope of Mount Pico, affording a good view of Killington, and then, following the course of the Ottaquechee River, down the watershed of the Connecticut. At West Woodstock I was entertained by Wm. FE. Mack, the warden of Windsor County, and on Thursday, in the moun- tains, an hour’s climb north of the town, we shot a white weasel, ran a red fox into her burrow and stalked a bunch of six deer for four hours, in fairly open country, with- out either of us once getting sight of them, let alone a photograph. No wonder the crafty rascals survive and multiply where the moose or the elk or the caribou could not last a season; no wonder the seventeen that were released in the Green Mountains, even in the memory of the younger generation, have increased until there are annually killed within the State more than a thousand of them. There may be some fool whitetails, but when not crazed from fear by a con- tinuous fusillade, or from being hunted by | dogs, even these, ‘‘innocent creatures,”’ can take excellent care of themselves. There are two men in Woodstock who are interested in the preservation of fish and game, although there are many who profess to be, some of them members of the State Fish and Game Association, which is the strong- - est political organization in the common- wealth. And these two, men who have been out into the world and who do not have to sit down and whittle a notch in a stick before they will admit that black is not white, must go out behind the barn and converse covertly if the subject have any bearing on the game and fish laws. From Woodstock, a short ride east by train brings one to White River Junction, and to the Connecticut itself, which is the State line. Ah, the Connecticut! A grand stream it is, and has been; before the day of the railroad the only eastern outlet of the State. Quonehatacut, ‘‘the Long River,” the fighting Pequods called it, and contested every foot of it with the advancing Esau of the East. Still it sweeps along in almost undiminished glory, its blue-green waters suggestive of the wilderness rather than of mill-wheels turned. 57 From this point, turning north and east, going by train one turns into the valley of the White River, following it to the height of land at Northfield, and then running down the valley of the Winooski to Montpelier, where the Legislature meets. Here I visited the warden of Washington County, Mr. J. Burton Pike, who came down from Plain- field to meet me. Mr. Pike is another good sportsman who knows things that were never learned in the effete East, and some day when I have more time I hope to go hunting with him in “the Devil’s Hop- yard.” i I was fortunate in finding Governor Bell in Montpelier, and refreshed, after my experience in Woodstock, to find him a true game and fish protectionist, particularly since I knew him to be by reputation not a sportsman. At Stowe, next day, I was busy with Commissioner of Fisheries and Game Henry G. Thomas, who returned from the Far West to his beloved Green Mountains when the barbed wire came and the frontier was not. Mount Mansfield is less than an hour’s drive from Stowe, and it was under the shad- ow of Mansfield that Mr. Thomas conceived the idea of a beautiful mountain lake, in which to plant trout against the time when the streams might become depleted, and with true Western initiative he promptly inter- ested several friends, and together they formed a stock company, the Lake Mans- field Trout Club, to build a dam at Beaver ~ Meadows on Nebraska Brook, and thus form the desired lake. Enough stock was sold to warrant the beginning of work the following spring, and when completed, in November of 1900, there had been built a dam and spillway 430 feet long, 35 feet high at the highest point, 1oo feet wide at its base,resting upon solid rock, and 8 feet wide at its apex. The spillway is three feet lower than the dam, and its capacity is sufficient to discharge the overflow at all times. The dam and spillway had cost, when completed, $7,334.60. The club, wishing to control the brook from the lake to the mill dam three-fourths of a mile below, bought a farm of fifty acres through which it flows, together with the buildings which are now occupied by the club warden. ~ The lake covers 80 acres, varying in depth 33 feet. There is an abundance of water supplied from several brooks, each of which from their source is under the con- trol of the club; there are also many cold springs in the bed of the lake. In stocking the streams, mill pond and lake, nothing but wild, square-tailed trout have been used. The fall before the dam was finished 500 six-inch trout were placed in the brooks. In 1901, 30,000 fry and 3,000 fingerlings were placed in the club’s waters. In 1902, 20,000 fry and 12,500 fingerlings were dis- tributed. “In 1903, 75,000 fry were used for stocking purposes. Fishing was for the first time allowed on May 1, 1902, and from that time to Sep- tember 1 between 400 and 500 pounds of trout were caught. No more fishing was allowed in the lake until June 9, 1903, and from that time until September 1 there had been caught over 1,400 pounds of brook trout. The average weight of fish caught during the last two seasons was over one-third of a pound, though quite a number weighing more than a pound each have been taken during that time. <18 RECREATION In 1902 a small building to accommodate about twenty persons was built, but since then a modern clubhouse, 54 feet by 30 feet, has been erected. Vermont is proud of Lake Mansfield and of the Lake Mansfield Trout Club, but there would be nothing there to be proud of were it not for the spirit of Ethan Allen returned from out of the West in the breast of one of her prodigal sons. On Sunday I was once more in Benning- ton with my friend Chase, and the weather having continued exceeding fair for three days, we gave up the plan of a fox hunt for Monday to have a look at a deer yard and to try to meet up with a certain small black bear that Chase had lost at holing-up time in December. Chase borrowed a hound with a reputa- tion as a bear dog, and the weather con- tinuing warm, we started out with high hopes. But we reckoned not with the east wind, and after we had tramped eight miles over muddy roads and climbed a mountain we found the weather much too disagree- able for any sensible spring bear to be out of doors. No doubt the bear or bears that made the tracks we saw on the snow on the ‘gg a . . . LI snapped a picture of them intently listening A SWING AROUND VERMONT ledges had had advance warning of the com- ing change, for the tracks were discourag- ingly old. We descended to a more com- fortable altitude and separated to look for deer, their fresh tracks being abundant. Perhaps an hour had passed when I had trailed a heavy buck to the edge of a large aspen thicket just over the top, on the south side, of a ridge I had been following. I was circling to windward of the thicket with a view to driving the buck out by my scent, when of a sudden I heard the sharp pound of a running deer, and turning my head I saw a buck and a doe coming in toward the thicket from the northwest. I stood in fairly open woods, beside a big pine tree, and could see easily for nearly two hundred yards through the timber. I stood perfectly still and the deer, alarmed by something (by Chase, I afterward learned), ran up to within forty or fifty yards of me _ before they winded me. And,then! Down brakes! They stopped so suddenly that they slid for a yard or more in the soft wet snow. Out they thrust their wonderful noses, right and left, testing the wind, their ears fanned for- ward, their eyes big with fear, every line showing tremendous nervous energy. A second they paused, and, ah! had only the camera not been strapped impotently on my back. Then with a bound and a flicker of white flags they were gone, leaving me tense and listening. Yes, Chase had seen them; weren’t they beauties? And we pondered on their cun- ning and their wonderful acuteness. On the way home, Chase, knowing an excellent place for foxes, decided to try a new fox call, a little instrument not unlike a duck call with which he could imitate the cry of a wounded hare. I forgot to say that our bear dog had taken the back track for home after we saw the uselessness of looking for a bear. He certainly was a specialist, that hound. He would not even sniff at fresh fox tracks. It was a good place for foxes, certainly, and I soon found that, on his own territory, Chase knew a lot about still-hunting other game than deer. He imitated the distress cry of a snowshoe rabbit to a nicety. But after ten minutes of careful calling without any results, we moved on. Once more, 519 then, before we left the open woods that bordered the high pastures behind the town, we crept down behind a stone fence to near where Chase said an old red fox was wont to lie and contemplate the valley, with out- lying Bennington poultry yards tantaliz- ingly near. We reconnoitred the field from behind the fence, but saw no sign of a fox. Then we rested, and by and by Chase took off his gloves and called. Twilight began to set in. This was the close of my last day in Vermont; I did not like it that I must leave Chase so soon, must exchange my flan- nel shirt for a starched thing with a white collar. I had grown very fond of Chase and of my short-lived vagabondia. Suddenly there was a movement farther down the fence. A fox! Who would have thought it? But he was far away, far, far away; more than three hundred yards, I thought, and fingered the peep sight of my rifle. The fox disappeared; we sat still as death. Then after a few minutes Chase called again, the startling falsetto of the call rising and falling in perfect cadence. We waited, with the hammers of our rifles at full cock. Minutes slipped by. Would that fox ever come, or had he gone away? I wanted to stand up and look over the fence. A man at his barnyard chores in the valley below whistled merrily. It was getting dusk and cold. Still we waited. There! The fox no sooner caught his balance on the round boulder on top of the wall, upon which he had leaped, than he saw us crouched there so near. He turned like a flash, but we had been ready; ah, yes, and we. laid the bold fellow low, with two .38- calibre bullets through his vitals. Back to the city. Ah, well! was I not leaving the mountains with the crack of the rifles ringing in my ears? And did not my friend and I share side by side at the very last this little coup of a red fox killed with- out the aid of dogs? Aye, and more power to Shanks’s pony, we had put sixteen long, roughmiles behind us, shoulder to shoulder, and talked little but from the heart. So now, we went singing down the mountain with our game, each intent on outdoing the other in jollity, that he might not find time to meditate on the morrow which would bring the parting of the ways. THE WILLIAMS RIVER COUNTRY What Is Left of the Wilderness in West Virginia—Its People, Its Fishing and Its Hunting BY ANDREW PRICE seiIN THE Alleghany ‘{ Mountains there is a wilderness of about a thousand square miles | of the finest sort of <2| spruce woods, practi- “| cally untouched, and in which game and fish are making a last stand. Williams River drains the best portion of this Cowan, Gas Joeen mountains and deep woods are not on the main Alleghany. The Alleghany here is not an impressive mountain. It owes its su- premacy only to the fact that it is the long, unbroken ridge that marks the eastern backbone of the continent. In West Virginia, the Fur (Far) Moun- tains are the ones that rise to majestic heights and are clothed in the sombre hues of the spruce. Some idea of this wilderness can be obtained from the experience of Jesse Hammonds, a patriarchal hunter and trapper living in this forest. When the war clouds began to lower on his house in the fifties, Hammonds refugeed from Kentucky, seeking a safe retreat, and settled on Williams River, and for thirteen years not a stranger darkened his door. The great Civil War was fought without his knowing anything about it. The county, Webster, in which he lived, formed an inde- pendent government, neither recognizing ‘the North nor the South, and elected a governor, and is still referred to in State conventions as ‘‘the Independent State of Webster.” Old Jesse raised a large family of sons, who took to the woods and the life of the Indian. Their wives and children raise a little corn, but the men pride themselves on the fact that they never worked and never will. They know the woods thoroughly, and are the best of hunters and fishers, dig ginseng and find bee-trees. They are a thorn in the flesh of the sportsmen, for they kill to sell, and last year, when the head- waters of Williams River showed good results from the planting of a hundred thousand Government trout, they spent the summer fishing for these small trout to sell to the lumber camps. They owe their im- munity to the fact that they have held pos- session of the lands of a big land company and know the corner trees and would be invaluable were its titles ever attacked. Like the Indian the Hammondses of Bug Run have been forced on until they are now located in the fringe of woods in the south side of the tract and can go no farther. I one time saw Neal Hammonds kill a deer. We were walking down the river from our camp at the mouth of Tea Creek deer hunting. Just as we reached the stand at the Big Island a fawn jumped into the river in a panic of fear, fleeing from its step- father, no doubt, and once on the other side the little fellow hit the runway as fair as if a pack of hounds were after it. I took no action, but Neal threw his rifle into position and shot the top of the fawn’s head off as it ran. It fell dead and proved to be an unusually large buck fawn. The Hammondses are not educated, except in woods lore. ‘They may know that there are such accomplishments as reading or writing, but these they have never hank- ered after. Yet one of the boys, Edn, is a great musician. His artistic temperament has made more or less of a dreamer of him and detracted from his ability as a bear hunter. He takes to the calmer joys of fish- ing and “‘sang”’ digging, and he repudiates the idea that hisname is Edwin or, possibly, Edmund, and gravely informs you that his THE WILLIAMS RIVER COUNTRY name is simply ‘Edn, an’ nothin’ elst.” Edn’s first attempt in music was with a fiddle made from a gourd. He progressed until he secured a store-bought fiddle and there is no disputing the fact that he can draw exquisite harmonies from this. He has composed several melodies, and has given them names, the most notable one being called ‘“‘Hannah Gutting Fish!’ He ex- plained the music to me one time, and I must confess that it seemed as real to me as any high-grade composition. Irecorded it, one day when Edn came to my house, on a blank wax gramaphone disc and have repro- duced it often since, down to the resounding patting of the violinist’s foot on the floor. A man from Pittsburgh told me it was very fine and expressive, and that he believed it to be an entirely new and original piece of music. For fifty years the narrow valley of the Williams, known as “the Meadows,” has been cleared, and about three miles on the upper waters, and it is here that the best fishing is obtained, early in the spring. This little green valley, bordered by dense black forests, an acre of which will sometimes measure as much as ninety thousand feet of timber, is the finest fishing place I know. The stream enters these grass-lands from the dark woods and at the foot of the Mead- ows plunges into the Deadwater, where the river lies sluggish and deep for two miles without perceptible current. Then for twen- ty miles the river runs through unbroken forests. The old land grants speak of the Dead- water as the Watering Ponds, and whenever there came a drought in this jungle here was where the wild things came to drink. As it is, it isa great refuge for the fish, and innumerable suckers come up in shoals in the spring to spawn in the riffles above. We call them pine suckers and they are marked by a stripe of dull red down their sides like rainbow trout. Some springs they run by the thousands, and can be caught in any way. One morning, needing some for camp and to take home, I caught a mess of large ones with my hands and ceased only because I had taken all that were needed. These pine suckers can only be taken at the one time, just before spawning, and that has had the effect of greatly depleting 521 them. As to eating qualities, taken from, the cold waters they have no superior. Once we arrived at our camping place about the first of May and proceeded to pitch our tent near a clear pool in which a dozen or so suckers lingered. Some one remarked in a matter of fact way that we might as well have them for dinner and proceeded to calmly ‘‘hook” them out; which greatly astonished a visiting sports- man, who seemed to think that for certainty it resembled digging potatoes. During the Civil War a command of Confederate cavalry tried to make a short cut through the mountains to get in Aver- hill’s rear, and they came on these suckers at the right time and feasted on them. They had a mule battery and had to leave their artillery cached in the woods on Yew Mountain, at the foot of the Deadwater, These big guns are there yet, never having been located. The fact that this immense forest pre- serve remains intact is due to the purchase of the greater part of it by capitalists. Before Virginia and West Virginia were divided, what is now West Virginia was referred to as the Western Waters, a most compre- hensive and descriptive term. Here the lands were for sale by the State at the price of four and one-half cents an acre! They had all been taken up after the Revolu- tionary War, mostly by speculators, who carried the titles to New York, Philadelphia, London and Paris, to sell at an advance of PReChiu OL sO, ail acre. One cenv al! acre profit on five hundred thousand acres was a big sum in those days. These titles were abandoned and second entries made. About 1850 a farmer, a Southern colonel, realizing the wonderful richness of the Williams River country, began to acquire it and entered the lands in blocks of twenty- seven thousand acres and less. After his death his heirs, unwilling to pay taxes on wild lands, decided to sell them. Before doing so they sent two surveyors into the woods to make a report. They reported that the land was without value, because the timber was too big to make it practical to clear. The holders then were glad to sell at forty-two cents an acre this heavily timb- ered land underlaid with the best of coal. One of the heirs proved contrary and he \ 522 held on to a three-thousand-acre tract on Black Mountain—and got fifty thousand dollars for it three years ago. And it has doubled in value since then. When we were allowed to chase the deer with dogs, many deer were killed at the various stands on the river. Since then, while the deer are plentiful, they are hard to kill, being well-protected by the laurel and other tangled undergrowth, which makes still-hunting impracticable. The laws against deer chasing are well observed and the deer are reaping the benefit. The bears are greatly on the increase and there is a blue grass settlement about the extreme head of the river, called Beaver Dam, which has all but been driven out of the sheep business by bears. This is a hardship to small land owners whose farms lie at too great an elevation to raise grain. On the Black Mountain run one man claimed to have identified the signs of one hundred and seventeen bears in one day’s hunt. That seems a good many bears, but I have hunted and fished so long, and told about my adventures at somany camp- fires, that I cannot consistently deny any- thing. Nevertheless, every now and then a hunter runs onto a bear and kills it. Premeditated killing of bears is rarely known, as this wisest of the forest animals knows well how to avoid men. A rabbit is courageous compared to a black bear. This shows the superior intelligence of bruin. About twenty years ago an unarmed fisherman killed a bear with a large stone at the Red Hole. He was resting at the top of a precipitous bank of Mauch Chunk shale when a bear, chased by dogs, came into the river and passed at the foot of the bank. The man cast a large stone down upon it and stunned it so that he was able to kill it. It was a two-year-old. The occurrence is well-authenticated. The difficulties with the bears and the sheep remind one of the stories of the killing of tigers in India, where every killing of a man-eating tiger is preceded by the appeal from the village that the sahib come and rid them of the dangerous beast. This always accompanies a tiger story. If some sahib wants to kill some of our surplus bears we will get up the right kind of an RECREATION appeal. Dogs that won’trun deer are needed. The sheep-killers are generally the big- gest bears of them all, and are very wise. They never enter a field without first mak- ing a complete circuit to see if a man has crossed the fence. If he has, they ‘“‘with- draw.” One sheep raiser found that hang- ing a half-dozen lighted lanterns about his farm caused the bears to leave his flock severely alone. We have been expecting the trout to give — out inthis stream for many years, but time seems to have no effect on them. There are always about the same number, and I speak of fifteen years’ constant experience. There have always been trout to catch and the charm of the country attracts all classes and conditions of men. Fifty trout in a day can easily be caught when the water and the air are right, if one is a fair trout-angler. I caught twenty-four good ones there last summer one morning before breakfast. The place that agrees with me best is the grass-land when the blue grass first begins to grow. The valley is over three thousand feet above sea-level and the peaks about rise to five thousand feet. Then I do not care so much for the fishing. I like to feel that grass and look up to the hills and say my piece: “Ye crags and hills, I’m with you once again; I hold to you the hands You first beheld; Methinks I hear your echoes answer me, And bid your son a welcome home again!” In writing of this country, mention should be made of the ramp, which has never been accorded its proper place in the literature of woods and waters. Like its re- fined and chastened cousin, the onion, it is a lily, and is food for the hungry. It is among the first of the woods’ plants to make its appearance and is a great boon to the mountaineer and the camper who is out of onions and needs an anti-scorbutic. I do not know why its praises are not sung in the journals devoted to the red gods. It may be that it is not widely distinguished or its virtues not generally known. As a salad it is without a peer and the breath of the ramp eater obviates any necessity for fly dope. Strangers eat too freely and are often made sick. The writer would like to know WANDERER if the ramp is common to woods of the country generally, and has not taken its place in literature on account of never hav- ing been adopted by polite society. The modern dictionaries say little or nothing akout it, but I find in Bailey’s Dictionary (edition 1794), ‘“‘Rampions, a root proper for sallads. Rapunculus esculentus.” I would add slightly esculentus. Come who may, the visitor to the Wil- liams River country will find himself re- 523 paid, and if he should come in June of the present year he may smell the smoke of my camp-fire, and if he comes not, like calami- ties, in battalions, he may share a breakfast of fried trout with me. So long as he leaves me a camp site out of hearing of his nightly revels, reasonable allowance of my own tinned stuff and my share of the trout fish- ing, he is welcome to “holler” to his wild heart’s content, and he may have all the bears—and the rampions. WANDERER BY ROSCOE BRUMBAUGH HE whitethroats sing for him at morn Their most enchanting, plaintive lay; The bob-whites in the fragrant corn Call out to him along the way. Mayhap he tarries here and there, When weary, at some open door, Then leaves behind the weight of care, And journeys lightly as before. There are no tales like those he hears Within the pages thousands turn— He knows the secret joy of tears Which we have found it hard to learn. His heart is free; and, unconfined, His footsteps wander where they will— A gypsy, like the roving wind, He starts across another hill. ADVENTURES AND MISADVEN- TURES OF A SALMON-ANGLER Streamside Vexations and Camp-fire Vagaries BY CHARLES A. BRAMBLE ED Ey Re alll here miss oUtamome “| kind of fishing that is worth |.| the doing. Of course, there is lots of fun to be had on a trout-stream, and we all know that the bass, especially he of | the small mouth, is the idol / of many a man, but if you have once enjoyed salmon- /| fishing as it should be, all the rest will seem tame and insipid, and after having fished for Salmo salar on either side of the Atlantic, it seems to me that, without doubt, in Canadian fishing we have the very best that this world can offer. It’s a pity that New Brunswick has let her rivers down. Twenty years ago one could have caught salmon in her streams until the back ached and the arms became numb, for in those days the Nepisiguit and the Muiri- michi were well stocked. There are fishin the former stream to-day, but the latter is hardly worthy of mention, owing to the out- rageous violation of all fisheries laws by natives. What glorious days were those we passed on the Nepisiguit, and although luck was checkered, somehow it’s always the bright days that stand forth on the pages of mem- ory, while we forget the dull ones. For instance: what if we camped a full fourteen days by the Rough Waters, which is the first beat above the tide, and never raised a fin, and only the most praiseworthy perse- verance brought the reward on the fifteenth, when a salmon and two grilse were brought to gaff—after which the fickle dame smiled and the rod was often arched. Now looking back upon that summer, those fourteen days of dreary waiting are bridged over and in fancy I am again running tearing rapids, with John in the bow and Luke in the stern and a whacking big salmon giving the fisher- man all the excitement he cared for. Run- ning a rapid and playing a fish at the same time is heroic sport. | Then there is that adventure in the Red Pine pool. Some more fortunate individual had the recognized fishing station on the west side of the Flat Rock pool, and fishing it on the east side was quite a different mat- ter. In the first place, the angler had to scramble down some steep cliffs, at the risk of breaking his neck; then, to discard the regular cast in favor of that known as the ‘“‘switch,”’ which isn’t half such good fun, and lastly, when a fish was hooked, there was about one chance in ten of saving it. My experience had been a series of mis- fortunes. I had been broken so many times that, becoming desperate, I resolved to fol- low the next salmon down to the sea, if necessai'y, rather than put too heavy a strain on my tackle in attempting to snub him. After much cogitation and a careful study of the ground, my two Indians stationed themselves on the top of the bank, so I could pass the rod to them, and then scramble up myself and follow the fish. This meant quick work, as it does not take a salmon long to run out a hundred yards of line, especially when he is going with the current. The morning after our plans had been per- fected I was down to the pool early; in fact, the mist was not yet off the water; and, as all old fishermen know, fish do not generally rise to the fly until it has dissipated. Even summer mornings are often raw and cold in northern New Brunswick, and crouching under the lee of a boulder, trying to get some warmth out of my pipe, I was startled by a stone, flung so as to just miss my foot. Looking to the edge of the cliff, 1 saw Luke oS ADVENTURES AND MISADVENTURES OF A SALMON-ANGLER — g26 pointing cautiously across the river and up- stream. He must have seen something un- usual, and raising myself carefully I peeped over the boulder. A beautiful black bear was crossing some level slab rocks, evi- dently making his way to the other side of the Flat Rock pool. Soon he was separated from me by less than sixty feet of water, giv- ing an excellent opportunity to study him before his suspicions had been aroused. Surely, the bear is the comedian of the woods. This particular animal ambled about like a colt at play; drew near to the water, dipped one paw in and withdrew it, appearing to decide that the temperature was too chilly fora swim. ‘Thus we passed almost ten minutes and then, noticing the rings of one or two rising fish, I stood up and whistled. The poor bear was so dread- fully frightened that he almost tripped up and fell headlong in his frantic haste to get away. At about the third cast I hooked a fish that was considerably heavier than the usual Nepisiguit salmon. We judged it weighed about fourteen pounds. I say judged advisedly, because we did not weigh it—for reasons that will appear later on. The salmon was a powerful fish and a sensible one withal, for instead of fooling his time THE ST. JOHN RIVER, NEW BRUNSWICK, BELOW THE GRAND FALLS—-A FAMOUS SALMON STREAM ui away swimming round and round the Flat Rock pool, as many misguided fish have done, he started down-stream through the rapids. Now the reel began to screech with a vengeance and (metaphorically speaking) the line went hissing through the rings. There was no time to lose. Luke reached down and I reached up, and in about two seconds the rod was in his hand and he was following the fish and taking in slack. After much scrambling and sliding I reached the top and by and by caught up to Luke, and raced past him to the Red Pine pool. Here was a nice sandy beach, where we had deter- mined to land this salmon. The rod was passed down to me, and after about fifteen minutes’ play he was so tired out that he floated on his side and it was possible to reel himin. Luke took the cork off the end of the gaff, which, unfortunately, was a fancy screw-on affair, instead of the regulation one that is whipped to the shank, and stepped unhesitatingly into the chilly water up to his knees. Now the fish was within reach, and 26 RECREATION Luke, of the sure eye and steady hand, made his stroke and buried the gaff in the broad shoulder. With a whoop and a yell he lifted the great fish high in the air—then the gaff broke off short at the ferrule, the salmon splashed back into the water and the fly flew into my face. Luke threw himself upon the fish, I threw myself upon Luke, John piled upon me, and after a lot of splashing and frantic endeavor we crawled out upon the bank, wet, dejected and salmonless. On another occasion, when fishing a cast below the basin at the foot of the Grand Falls, bruin once again intruded himself upon me, unheralded and unexpected. If you have not seen the Grand Falls of the Nepisiguit you should take the first oppor- tunity that presents itself of doing so, for I know of no finer bits of wilderness scenery. But on the morning in question I was not troubling myself about scenery, because the fish were rising freely and they occupied all my attention. Two griise had fallen victims to a small silver doctor and, as I was alone, THE GRAND FALLS OF THE ST. JOHN—AN EFFECTUAL BARRIER TO THE “‘RUNNING”’ SALMON . ADVENTURES AND MISADVENTURES OF A SALMON-ANGLER it was necessary to go ashore after gaffing each, placing them in the shade of a large rock. Now, in fishing that particular run you have to wade out quite a long way, so that while fishing I was, perhaps, fifty yards from where I had left the grilse. Moreover, there was no reason why I should keep my eye upon them, so that it was not until the last had been made and shore regained that I became aware that the fish were gone. And fresh bear tracks in the wet sand told who had robbed me. That fellow was a bit hungry, or he never would have had the cheek to walk off with two salmon, in plain view of the man who caught them. If Luke and John are yet alive—as I have every reason to believe—it is not likely they have forgotten my woe- begone appearance when I returned to tell them of bruin’s outrageous conduct. He might at least have left me one. When salmon-fishing, the Canadian angler generally has to camp out. Some might consider this a drawback, but most of us do not. There is a charm about camp life that has always appealed to me very strongly. I have fished for salmon in Nor- way and had to sleep in a saeter, where the good man and his family and the farm hands divided up the space with sundry goats and fowls—an experience one would not care to repeat. Far better is the Canadian way. _ On this continent, unless a member of some club, one generally pitches camp alongside a pool, and leads a joyful, careless, open-air existence throughout the whole all-too-short fishing season. In addition to the charm of the woods one has the companionship of the dusky sons of the forest, or else of the almost equally dusky and quite as dirty halfbreeds. These untutored individuals are capable of affording much amusement to an observing man. It is true they have their weaknesses; for instance, a newly arrived henchman, who has the keen edge on his appetite, can sometimes stow away the major portion of a large ham at a single sitting, and, as regards many of them, the truth is handled some- what carelessly. Yet, taken all in all, they are a delightful contrast to the conventional, frock-coated, enamel-leathered man of the city. Those of you who have camped with them for weeks, nay, even months at a time, §27 know that they are nothing but great, powerful, grown-up children. There was never an Indian in my service yet that did not believe in ghosts. ‘They might not own to it, but deep down in their natures it was there. As an instance: I recall one dark, sultry night by a certain salmon-stream, when my sole companions were two full-blooded Abenaki Indians. Our camp was pitched in a level but uncom- monly dark pine grove. The two little tents reflected the bright glare of the camp-fire, but outside its small circle of light the shad- ows were dark as those of Erebus. After supper the talk drifted into a discussion of the supernatural. The Indians told me of a fabled stream, known to them as Tomogo- nops, which they said was not a desirable place to find oneself camped alongside, especially if alone. It seems that many Indian hunters have heard strange sounds along this river. Listening, in the stillness of a summer’s night, after the sun has set and even the night-hawks have retired to rest, the solitary camper hears the sound as of men propelling a canoe against the swift current. He can-catch the rhythm of the oncoming progress. ‘The spectral canoemen fleet their poles in the orthodox manner, and with the long, tireless sweep of the hardened voyageur. You may even hear the bubble of the current against the bow. Then, the thing draws abreast of the shivering watcher. He seems to hear the grating of the stem upon the gravel; two poles are, seemingly, thrown ashore, and then the calm of the wilderness sinks over everything and the fisherman realizes that it is no canoe poled by human hands that he has heard. This was the yarn that the Indians told me. Inreturn I laid myself out to give them the most bloodcurdling stories that had been told me in childhood by a misguided and garrulous nurse who was herself a believer in gnomes, hobgoblins and fairies. By and by those Indians shook like poplar leaves in a breeze and became so jumpy that they wouldn’t leave the light of the camp-fire, even to get a drink of cold water before turning in, and I believe they shivered and shook half through the night, © for fear Glooscap or some malignant windigo should carry them off before the breaking of the dawn. THE MYSTERY OF THE BLUE GOOSE BY DAN BEARD (Continued) CHAPTER XII THE LARIAT BRIDGE PPARENTLY there was no possible way by which we might hope to cross the canyon, and I threw myself prone upon the top of the stony brink ‘of the chasm andpeered down ~.| the awful abyss at the silver thread, shining in the gloom of the z.-.| shadows, which marked the course, Ola idee I stream. It matters little to me whether the object of my pursuit be fame, riches or game, my experience seems to be all the same, and sooner or later I discover a bridgeless chasm athwart my trail; but I have learned to hail with pleasurable excitement the hollow sound of the subterranean waters proclaim- ing my near approach to this barrier in my path. I studied the face of the opposite cliff in a vain search for some hint to the solution of the problem before us, looking up and down from side to side as far as allowed by the range of my vision. At length my attention wandered to the perpendicular face of the cliff, on the top of which my body was sprawled; there was an upright crack in the face of the stone wall, and as I examined the fracture I saw that a piece of wood had lodged in this crack. A piece of wood in a crevice in a rock is not so unusual an occur- rence as to excite remark; but when it occurred to me that we were then far above the timber line, my interest and curiosity were at once aroused. The end of the stick was within a short distance from my hand, and reaching down — I grasped the wood and brought forth not a short club or stick, as I thought to be con- cealed there, but a very long pole. The result of my investigations was so unex- pected that I came dangerously near allow- ing the thing to slide through my fingers and fall to the bottom of the canyon. It was a neatly-smoothed, slender piece of lodge-pole pine which was brought to view, and it had a crooked root nicely spliced to one end and bound tightly in place with rawhide thongs. Big Pete was wholly absorbed in the wild girl’s trail, the study of which he had re- sumed, and when I looked up he was down on all fours, minutely studying the ground. Presently he cried, “‘Le-Loo, tha’ pesky little wasp ha’ been over wha’ you be after sompen and she tuk it back tha’ again afore she made her jump! If you’re any good you'll find what the gal was after.” ‘“‘She was after her barleycorn broom- stick,” I replied, proudly, “‘and here it is, although I must confess it is a pretty long one for a girl of her size, and it looks more like Bo-Peep’s crook than a witch’s broom.”’ Big Pete eagerly snatched the pole from my hands and examined it carefully. At length he said, ‘‘ This hyer is the end used for the handle; one can see by the finger marks, an’ this crook is used to scrape stone with, one kin see, with half an eye, by the way the -end is sandpapered off. Over tha’ air some marks on the stone which look almighty like as if they’d been made by the end of this yer hook slipping down the face of the rock. “Now, I wonder wha’ cud be up tha’ on the top of the rock that the gal wanted ?”’ a el ek ee THE MYSTERY OF THE BLUE GOOSE 529 mused Big Pete, and for a moment or so he stood in silent thought; at length he ex- claimed, ‘‘Why, bless my corn shucking soul, if I don’t believe she’s got a lariat staked out tha’ an’ crosses this ditch same as we-uns aimed to do!” With that he be- _ gan raking and scraping the top of the oppo- site rock with the shepherd’s crook, and presently there came tumbling and twisting like a snake down the face of the cliff a long braided rawhide rope with a loop at the bottom end. “Waugh, Le-Loo! tha’s no witchcraft bout this ’cep the magic of common-sense; but we hain’t through with her yit!” By this time Pete had the end of the rawhide rope in his hands and was testing the strength of its anchorage upon the opposite cliff. The point where it was fastened pro- jected some distance over the ledge, where the supposed landing-place was located, thus making it possible for one to swing at the end of the rope from our side without danger of coming into too violent contact with the opposite cliff. As soon as my big friend was satisfied that the rope was safe he grasped it with his two hands, and with one foot in the loop and the other free to use as a fender, he sailed across the abyss and landed safely upon the crumbling ledge opposite. Holding fast to the rawhide rope with his hands and bracing his feet against the rock, Pete could walk up the face of the cliff by going hand-over-hand up the cable at the same time. He had almost reached the top when I was horror-stricken to see a small, shapely hand and a beautifully modeled arm reach over the precipice; it was neither the grace nor the beauty of this shapely bit of femininity which sent the blood surging to my heart, but the fact that the cold gray glint of a long-bladed knife caught my eyes and fascinated me with the fabled “charm” of a serpent. The power of speech forsook me, but with great effort I succeeded in giving utterance to the inarticu- late noise people gurgle when confronted in their sleep by a shapeless horror. Big Pete heard the noise, but he was not unnerved when he saw the knife, neither:did he show any nightmare symptoms, although he was dangling over the terrible abyss with a full knowledge that it needed but a touch of the keen blade of that knife to sever the strain- ing lariat and dash him, a mangled mass, on the rocks below. ‘The danger was too real to give Pete the nightmare; there was noth- ing spooky to him in the glittering knife blade, and only ghosts and the supernatural could give Big Pete the nightmare. Calmly he looked at the little hand grasping the power of death with its tapering fingers. Suddenly and in a firm, commanding voice he gave the order, “‘ Drop tha’ knife!” _ Ever since I had been in the company of this masterful forest companion I had obeyed his commands as a matter of course, and so was not surprised to see the fingers instantly relax their grasp and the knife go gyrating to the mysterious depths. In a few moments Big Pete was up and over the edge of the rock and hidden from my view. Seizing the long-handledshepherd’s crook, I caught the dangling end of the lariat, and was soon scrambling up the face of the cliff, leaving a trail which the veriest novice would not fail to notice and sending showers of the crumbling stones down the path taken by the knife; it was several minutes before I had clambered over the face of the project- ing crag and was safe across the black chasm which lay athwart our trail. CHAPTER XIII THE WHITE DEATH Only those persons who have made a soli- - tary trip over snow-capped mountain ridges can appreciate the overwhelming feeling of solitude that such a scene inspires. To whatever point of view one’s eyes are di- rected, they are greeted with a tumbled sea, composed of stupendous petrified billows. The occasional fields of snow are the white froth of the stony waves and the tur- quoise-colored glacial lakes between the crags rather add to the effect of an angry ocean than detract from it. On a closer examination some of the rocks appear to be rough bits of unfinished worlds still retaining the form they had when poured from the mighty blast furnaces of the Creator. It is God’s workshop strewn with huge fragments, still bearing the marks of His mallet and chisel; yet these cold, bar- ren wastes are the pasture lands of the shaggy-coated white goats and the lithe- 53° limbed big-horned sheep of the Rocky Mountains. Suddenly a shrill whistle pierced the air and I instinctively looked for a vision of the goblin wolves and the Wild Hunter, but a moment later realized that the sound I heard was but the warning cry of a whistling marmot. Again this silence was broken, this time by a low rumbling sound which increased in volume until it roared like a broadside from an old forty-four-gun man- of-war, each crag and peak taking up the sound and hurling it against its neighbor until the reverberating noise seemed to come from all points of the compass. Away in the distance I could see a white stream pouring from the precipitous edge of an elevated glacier; this seeming moun- tain torrent I knew was not water, but ice, thousands of tons of which having cracked and broken from the edge of the glacier was now being dashed over the hard face of the rock and ground into minute fragments. The white stream could be seen to de- crease perceptibly in size, from a broad sheet to a wide band, a narrow ribbon, a line, a hair, and then disappeared alto- gether. While the distant mountains were still growling, mumbling and_ playing shuttlecock with the echoes, a timid little chief hare went hopping across a green half- acre of grass at the damp edge of a melting snow patch in my path. Overhead a golden eagle sailed with a small mammal in its talons; strange reddish-colored bumblebees busied themselves in a bunch of flowers growing in a crevice in the rocks at my feet. But my eye could discern no larger crea- tures in this Alpine pasture land; not only could I see no sheep or goats, but not a sign of my friend or the mountain girl. They had vanished from the face of the picture as completely as if the master artist had erased them with one mighty sweep of his paint- brush. To a man with my pronounced material- istic tendencies the word supernatural, as used with reference to things of this earth, is a paradoxical term; it is inconceivable to me that anything should exist in this world which is not a part of nature and subject to natural laws. Nevertheless, when I viewed the lonely landscape, with no human being in sight, I RECREATION confess to experiencing a creepy sensation and a strong inclination to flee. It was ina rough, basin-shaped depression among the mountain peaks that I now sat on a large rock with my back to the black chasm. From my elevated position I could see a long distance; strange fancies creep into one’s head on such occasions and play havoc with previous well-founded beliefs. To me, a poor fool of a tenderfoot, both Big Pete and the loup-garo of a girl had melted into the thinnest of thin air, such as is only foun in high altitudes. How could I tell that I myself was not invisible ? It is not necessary for one to believe in wehr-wolves, in lycanthropy, to confess that this weird young woman of the Rocky Mountains seemed to have many strange accomplishments, not the least startling of which was her apparent ability to become invisible. Seated on the top of the rock in that lonely land, I pulled out my bronzed old veteran briar-wood and began to smoke, for what was the use of spending my time vainly seeking two invisible Ecutocks of the mountains when they might be even then standing at my elbow laughing at my per- plexity. Like so many of the much abused things of this world, tobacco is a good thing when used with moderation, and I smoked to soothe my mind; _ but, in these high alti- tudes the air acts on one’s system like cham- pagne, and tobacco immediately affects the heart, causing it to beat with increased rapidity, which of itself excites one, and as I smoked I became more and more nervous and fidgety. The little chief hare again made its appearance, and for want of a better audience I gave vent to my irrita- bility in an address to this timid mountain- eer and told the astonished animal that I considered it highly improper for two young people to become invisible together. “‘ There is no telling to what mischief these fern-seed caps might lead their wearers,” cried I, as I knocked the ashes from my pipe. By this act I stampeded my audience, which, with an odd screech, fled to its hole under some loose stones. Did it ever occur to the reader how very demoralizing such caps would be? Did the THE MYSTERY OF reader ever think how much one’s honesty, respectability, honor and law-abiding habits are the direct result of being constantly under the watchful surveillance of one’s family, neighbors and the public? I will- ingly confess that even the freedom which the wilderness offers from the restraints of the laws of custom and enacted laws ma- terially affects my own conduct. By what right did I now dog the steps of the fair young mountain lass? The wonderful marksmanship of this phenomenal girl made it very evident that she did not desire my company, but it was also equally evident that she could not be classed as an Be tected female. A short distance to my left was a heme black obsidian cliff, the glassy walls of which rose in a precipice to a considerable height; on account of its peculiar formation this glistening crag had several times attracted my attention, and on another occasion I would have been curious enough to have given it a closer inspection. Once as I turned my head in that direction I thought I heard a laugh, and later concluded that it was only imagination on my part; but now, as I again faced the cliff, I unmistakably heard a derisive shout and was considerably relieved to see silhouetted against the sky the girlish figure of the witch-bear. Then I heard a shout behind me, and, looking back, was astonished to see Big Pete on the other side of the chasm and apparently unable to recross that dark fissure in the mountain side. Hastening to the brink of the canyon I was dumfounded to find the lariat missing. “She tuk ’em both,” exclaimed Big Pete, sheepishly, ‘‘and,”’ he added, ‘‘I hain’t been fitting no new spigot in the cider bar’l, either. Say, Le-Loo, she is too many for Pete Darlinkel—guess I must be getting sort of wind-shook, or maybe this is all a pipe dream and will be all right when I wake up agin.” “It is not a pipe dream, Pete, unless we are both dreaming the same dream together, but to me things look very real; my feet are too sore from clambering over the hog-back after that red-collared bighorn, that Mary’s Lamb, for it to be a dream,” I answered. “Besides,” I continued, ‘‘I never remember being so ravenously hungry in a dream. But, for the land’s sake, man! how did that THE BLUE GOOSE 531 girl manage to throw you over the chasm and by what magic art did you both make yourselves invisible so suddenly ?” ‘Dog goned, if I thought of it afore, but ’t must ’ave seemed queer to you, and no mistake; thought I’d jined the bunch and wuz one of ’em, didn’t ye?” And Pete chuckled to himself. ‘‘ But,’ he continued, ‘it’s simple ’nough to understand. It wuz like this: When I clum to the top of tha’ rock it wuz jist in time to see the gal scrooch down an’ run along the edge of the cliff like a deer with a wolf at its heels, and I tuk after her; ’bout tha’ time you scrambled up top o’ the rock, makin’ as much noise as a buffler bull. You’d made up your mind it wuz a Straightaway run,an’ you never onct looked anywhar but in ‘front of you. The gal swung herself over the crack an’ by the time I’d got well started agin she wuz at t’other crossin’ with the Bo-Peep crook in her hand, clawin’ the t’other rope over to her. When I turned back agin she wuz back ahead of me and had both ropes. Slick and sa’tin, she beatsme! Say, Le-Loo, tha’ hain’t an Injun buck on the Divide that T can’t run down as easy as a timber-wolf can run down a yearling; but the way tha’ gal lifts up her fut is a caution to the nation. She played with me; tha’s what she did, and then while you wuz off moonin’ somewhar, she tucks the ropes around her purty waist and skulks off like a coyote. I hollered to you, but you wuz a wool-gatherin’, an’ so I _ jist sot down an’ waited for ye to get through with your smoke. I’m outgener- aled by a gal, that’s what I am! an’ you want me to believe that she is nothing but a common oronery woman like I see at the settlement ? Waugh!” We had seen no game since we had lost the bighorn; the sun ball hung low in the heavens and it appeared to me that there was every prospect of a supperless night; but Big Pete had evidently no such idea, and he “lowed” that he would “‘mosey ’round a bit an’ kill some small varmints for grub.”’ There seemed to be plenty of mountain lion signs, and I was surprised that they should frequent such high altitudes, but Pete told me that they were up here after marmots, and were all sleek and fat on that diet, and I would not have been surprised if my wild comrade proposed to feast on one eke 204 of these cats. It was not long before Pete’s revolvers could be heard barking, and in a short time he returned with two brace of white ptarmigan, each with its head shat- tered by a pistol ball, and I confess these birds were more to my liking than cat meat. Up here mid the snow fields the ptarmigan apparently keep their winter plumage the year round, and if I were their only foe the fern seed cap of invisibility could not serve them a better purpose, but to Big Pete a white ptarmigan on a white snowfield seemed to be as easy for him to detect as it would be for me if the same bird was perched on a heap of coal. I had not seen one of these grouse since we had been in the mountains and was not aware of their pres- ence until my companion returned with the four dead birds. Without wasting time Pete began to prepare them for cooking. He soon built a fire of some sticks which he had brought from the woods below and cooked the birds over the embers. He tossed a brace to me, and sitting upon opposite sides of the black chasm with our feet hang- ing over the edge, facing each other, we ate our evening meal without salt or pepper, and then each of us curled up like a gray wolf under the shelter of a stone and slept as safely as if we were on our bed-rolls down in the genial atmosphere of the park, in place of being up in the bitingly cold night air of the bleak mountain tops. I, at least, must have slept soundly, and, thanks to the clothes Big Pete had so kindly made for me, I do not remember feeling cold. When I opened my eyes again it was daylight, and I could scarcely believe that I had beenasleep morethan fiveminutessince I bade my friend good-night. Although we were separated by that impassable chasm, it seemed perfectly natural and right that Big Pete should be again with me in the morning, cooking breakfast and making tea in a tin cup over one of those economical little fires he so loved to build, even when we were in the park, where there was fuel enough for a roaring bonfire. I asked him how he jumped the canyon; he chuckled and re- plied, ‘‘Wul, Le-Loo, I didn’t hev to. Don’t you remember I said it wuz a pipe dream and would be all right when we woke up in the morning ?” I did remember, but for reasons of my RECREATION own I think the mountaineer had taken a long journey in the early morning hours and found a crossing at some distant point. After breakfast we started again on the trail of the mountain girl, determined to solve the mystery, and were not surprised to find our- selves again on the trail of a bear, but this time we intended to run that bear down. It was soon evident that it was an exceed- ingly active bear which we were following, and it could climb over green glacier ice like a Swiss guide and over rocks like a goat; it led us a wild, wild chase over friable and treacherous stones covered with “‘verglas,”’ over dangerous couloirs to high elevations, where the frozen snow combed over the beetling crags, and the avalanche roared and thundered down the rocks, dashing the fragments of stone over the lower ice fields. But Big Pete never hesitated, and I followed — him without a word, and when the trail led along the edge of a dizzy height I would look right at Big Pete’s broad back and then my head would not swim. It was exciting and exhilarating work, and the violent exercise kept me so warm that I carried the most of my clothes in a bundle on my back. Pres- ently our path led us into a goat trail, one of those century-old paths made by these shaggy white Alpine animals and used by them as regular highways; there was plenty of fresh goat sign, and the broad path led us over a saddle mountain to the verge of a cliff, beyond which it seemed impossible for anything but goats to pursue the trail. Here we sat down to rest and to make a cup of tea over a tiny fire, although wood was plenty at this place, it being in the timber line. Below us lay a valley, into which numer- ous small glaciers emptied their everlasting supply of ice and blocks of stone, and horse- tail falls poured from the melting snow fields. It might have presented enchanting prospects to an iceman’or a bighorn, or a Rocky Mountain goat, but for two tired men it was a most gloomy and desolate place, and I felt certain that even a witch-bear would not choose it as a camping ground. We had finished our tea and I was feeling somewhat refreshed when I noticed a peculiar stinging sensation about my face; it felt as if I had been attacked by some poisonous insects, but there were none in sight. Pete at this time was some distance away, prospecting THE POT-HUNTER the ‘lay of the land.” I saw him suddenly pull the cape of his wamus over his face and reasoned that he also had been attacked by these invisible insects. ‘To my surprise, the big fellow seemed very much alarmed, and every time I shouted to him it greatly excited the mountaineer. As he was hurrying to me as rapidly as possible I desisted from further 533 inquiry. When Big Pete reached my side he pulled a handkerchief from around my neck and put it over my mouth, making signs which I did not comprehend. At last he put his muffled mouth to my ear and shouted through the cape of his wamus: “Shut your meat-trap or you’re food for the coyotes. It is the White Death!’ (To be continued.) THE POT-HUNTER BY F. M. KELLY *|PRING, most subtle assistant of the won- “| drous magician Nature, “| was weaving her magic in the wild places. For some days, the fibres of leaf-bearing trees had been softening with the _| fresh flow of life-sap; 4 | and one April evening, #:.| their branches, tipped with divers colored buds, nodded for joy of the season to the purr- ing welcome of the soft twilight air, even asa lithe-limbed doe passed silently beneath and sought the shelter of a thick fir covert. Next morning, what a transition. Pale green leaflets appeared on the branches and spilled their scented fragrance through all the aisles of the forest; while in the deepest recess of the fir covert, beside its proud mother, with wide, wondering eyes, its tawny sides covered with dull gray blotches, a fawn bleated weakly. Days passed. ‘The leaves had taken their summer shapes and colors, and from the matted tangle of dead plants beneath the spreading branches countless ferns had un- curled their shapely fronds to the kiss of Spring’s fair sister. Long ere that time, the doe had left the cover of. the fir grove, the weak-legged fawn trotting awkwardly by her side. Not for them the leisure of tame things, forthe mother of the wilds never fails to do her duty by her offspring. The hills and valleys the mother knew were tra- versed, so that the young fawn, beautifully spotted, came to know the lands o’er which it must range, came to know the succulent leaves and grasses, came to know where the drinking-pools lay like liquid jewels in green, mossy settings; came to know where, when the storms raged and made the forests unsafe, the best lurking-places were. Under the mother’s influence, its three chief senses were developed to the limit of wild things. Great and greater became the distances it could see and mark the movements of dan- gerous things; far and farther away could it catch the faintest sound; and keenest sense of all, its nostrils learned to detect, especially when the air was heavy or the wind was favorable, the odorous presence of the great soft-footed panther, whose mission is ever to destroy. Autumn, then, with her palette and colors, must needs try her hand at the pic- ture, the picture that Spring and Summer had labored so lovingly upon. Reds and golds were used lavishly on the fluttering foliage, while rich browns usurped the greens of fern and shrub. Brown, too, became the color of the wild things. Then strange sounds and scents came to the fawn in the hills, sounds and scents the doe had known before, and soon a restlessness be- came evident among all that dwell in the 534 outer places. Only the squirrels seemed unconcerned as they busily cut the cones from the tips of the pine trees and stored them in their underground dwellings, against the coming of the snow season. The strange scents were of the hunters and their dogs, the sounds were of their death-vomit- ing guns. Constantly on the whirr were covies of grouse, and once the fawn had been terrified by the sharp ping of a bullet, and which was meant for its mother. Both escaped, however. Autumn had almost completed her work when a longing came to the doe. Having taught the fawn the ways of the hills and the valleys, her duty was accomplished, and it ceased to have any more interest for her. She longed for the coming of another four- foot. He came, sleek and brave, tossing his antlers proudly, and when he licked her neck the doe ran along by his side, leaving the fawn to its own resources. It would have followed, but the buck turned with lowered head and made a rush as though about to strike. Scarce in earnest was he, but the fawn could not know. Bare had grown the branches of the leaf- bearing trees; snow covered the open places, was scattered along the aisles of the forest and clung to the needles of the evergreens. Nothing was stirring save the wind, and that but slightly. In a dense grove of small spruce, where even the snow could not drift, stood the fawn. It had grown thin, for food was not plentiful. Many times since the white feathers had fallen from the wings of the clouds and covered the hillsides it had known the touch of hunger. It was the time when all of Nature’s offspring, living off what the day might chance to provide, RECREATION craved for food. In the rancheria by the ice- rimmed river there was but little in the larders of the simple folk. Sprawling chil- dren cried for meat, the squaws growled, yet the bucks were loth to bestir themselves while the last bit of smoked salmon re- mained. ‘Needs must when the devil drives,”’ however, and what a driver, what a devil, hunger is. When at length they were forced to leave the blankets and the fires, the bucks set out, several bands going in as many directions. When game is the quarry, the Indian rarely returns empty-handed. He knows just where to seek it at all times. When there’s snow on the ground, though, it is not much trouble for any one. Fresh tracks were followed, a band of dusky fel- lows surrounded the thicket, and when all was ready one ventured in. ‘The fawn heard his approach, for not even an Indian could move noiselessly through the thick tangle. As he drew near the fawn caught sight of him, saw that he was a two-legged thing, knew that there was danger in his coming, and so moved silently away. It would leave the thicket and seek sanctuary elsewhere. Unsuspecting, it walked into the trap. Hardly had it passed from the shelter of the - bush and entered an open space when it beheld a form rise from a crouching pos- ture. Startled, then, it uttered a frightened sound peculiar to its kind. Most like a sob was that sound, and paralyzed with fear, it did not, could not move. Joy there was in the dlahees of the ran- cheria when the hunters returned, for they brought back much game. Over the feast- ing the children were happy and the squaws crooned with pleasure at the prowess of their lords. THE INDIAN AND I A Week in the Mountains of British Columbia After Deer BY S. E. CORNWALL TWAS a cold and stormy day in November, when Andrew Jewels, an “In- )| dian,”’ and myself start- ed on a hunting trip in the mountains, east some two hundred miles from Vancouver, B. C., tak- —--- ing with us five ’ pack ee and enough grub to do us for about a week. The first day we made about fifteen miles and camped at the outlet of a big lake, surrounded by a dense forest of pine and fir. The snow lay deep on the ground, which made it hard for our horses to get at the timber grass under it. By the time we had made our camp it was nearly dark, and it was not long before the kettle was boiling, and we were able to have a cup of tea with some bacon and bread. When we had finished we sat by a blazing camp-fire each smoking a cigarette made out of kinni- kinic, or the Indian tobacco plant, some of which Andrew had gathered on our way up the mountain, and also talking over our plans for the following day. When we had finished our smoke and put on another big log we rolled up in our blankets, and it was not long before we were sound asleep. In the morning we got a good early start, as we had to go through many miles of rough country to reach our next camping ground, at which we intended to stay for a day and see if we could get any big game. On our way up we had come across some fresh deer tracks, but had seen no signs of anything else. We had been on the move through fallen timber, which it was almost impossible to get the horses over, since day- break, and it was now beginning to get dusk, and we decided to stop and do the best we could without going on to where there was water. Our first day’s hunt was not by any means a successful one, as we walked all day and got nothing. The tracks all seemed to be heading toward a big valley, visible from the top of a high peak, which seemed a likely place for mountain sheep. The next morning we moved toward the valley, where we camped for three days, and soon found out that we had, at last, struck the right spot. Before we had been away from camp an hour, Andrew stopped suddenly and pointed across a big gulch to an open spot where there were two of the biggest bucks that I ever set my eyes on, with antlers locked to- gether and giving blows at one another that no one would believe without having wit- nessed such a vicious fight. We imme- diately took cover behind a big fir tree which had recently fallen, and there we lay and watched every movement of the battling ani- mals for nearly an hour. Then we were startled by the crack of a branch breaking a little to our left. Looking quickly round, and seizing our rifles, we saw, much to our astonishment, two large deer leaping ex- citedly in a graceful yet frightened manner. In less than two seconds there were two sharp rifle reports echoing through the mountains and the two deer lay motionless not thirty yards away, and the fighting bucks had vanished into the thick timber below. We lost little time in getting to work with our knives, and in a few minutes their skins were taken off and they were both hung in a tree until next morning, when we led one of the packhorses up and took them home to camp. We now made our way round a small, thickly timbered hill, and from there started back to camp; even though we had only got one each, our hopes were raised to a certain extent, and we looked forward to better sport on the morrow. We had not walked for more than an hour when we came upon the tracks of five 536 wolves, which looked to be not more than two or three hours old. We followed them for over a mile and then gave them up, as they were taking us farther away from camp at every step, and we were beginning to feel tired and hungry. Night was closing in on us quickly, and it was getting darker and darker, when at last I suggested to the gritty old hunter that we should stop and light a fire and stay by it until the dark clouds might blow off. Hungry and thirsty as we were, a good, warm fire was very acceptable. We sat there wondering in which direction our camp was. The stars were now shining in the blue and frosty looking sky, and the dense dark- ness was turning into light, when Andrew tapped me on the shoulder and said in a low voice, ‘‘Maakin, maakin,” meaning the moon. He was right, for far in the dis- tance we could see its golden light peering through the tree tops as though sent for us alone. We could now see our position better, and after wandering through the woods for half an hour or so, we came upon our tracks where we had started from camp in the morning. From here we did not have far to go, as in a very few minutes we were once more back in our good old camp, where we soon partook of a hearty meal and talked over all the exciting events which we had gone through during the day. In the morning we woke feeling refreshed after a sound sleep. We now thought we would try to find the horses, which we soon did, for they had not gone half a mile from camp, and were all pawing in the snow to get at some swamp hay which they had dis- covered on a small meadow. We caught one of them and led him down the hillside to the camp for the purpose of bringing home the two deer we had killed the day before. At twelve o’clock we had them down, and Andrew delighted in roasting some ribs for lunch, on a stick which he had made pointed for the purpose. At one o’clock we started up the moun- tain, leading Buckskin, the old packhorse, back to his comrades on the meadow; we then kept on up, going in the opposite direc- tion to which we had seen the fight. We saw nothing but the skeleton of a deer which had been attacked by two mountain lions, or, in other word, “cougar.” The tracks looked RECREATION old, as they were slightly covered with snow from the week before, but we could plainly see where the snow had been trampled down for yards round in the terrible struggle. We did not go much farther, as it was now get- ting late, and we were neither of us very anxious to stay half the night under a tree, as we had done the night before. When sup- per was finished, in talking over our plans ‘ we decided to move still farther down the valley to an old Indian camping ground, well-known to both of us, where there was a mountain spring trickling down over the icy boulders and gracefully flowing over a fall with its foaming spray dashing on the rocks forty feet below. At night, with the twinkling stars and the silvery moon beam- ing through the tall pines in the dark canyon below, it seemed to me like a beautiful dream as I sat for hours gazing at the most glorious sight. In the morning we made a start, and on reaching our new camping ground (after a hard trip) we were not sorry to be settled again. ‘The outfit was now running very short of tea, only having enough for the next meal, but luckily Andrew knew where there was a clump of Indian tea, commonly known as Hudson Bay tea, that was growing not far away, and it was not long before we had in enough to do us for the rest of the trip. In the morning we rose early, and therefore got a good start a little before daybreak for a good day’s hunt. We separated, each going in an opposite direction. Before we had been separated long I heard the reports of five rifle shots, which toldmethat Andrew must have gottenontoa — big band of deer. I kept on walking, with a keen eye glancing in and out of the closely- growing saplings of fir, expecting at any minute to see a frightened deer bound out from beneath its cover. I had walked slowly and carefully for several miles, not even breaking a dead twig under my feet for fear of giving the alarm to anything that might be close in front of me. I could now see where four deer had slowly climbed up a steep gravel slide not far in front, and on closely investigating the tracks I at last ~ came to the conclusion that I could not be more than half a mile behind them. So with my rifle in my right hand and hat in my left I started up the slide at a good pace, and on THE INDIAN AND I reaching the top found that the deer had been grazing slowly along in a more open and stony country, which to my great advantage enabled me to see farther ahead than ever. I walked quietly and slowly to the top of a small, rocky peak, which lay a little to my left, and as I looked down the other side I saw a buck. He was standing under a big fir tree getting what little sun there was to be had. Just as I was about to fire a bigger one stepped forward in a very un- easy manner, as though he had been startled by some noise below, and stood in the open on a rocky ledge, broadside to me and look- ing with his head high in the air down the hill. I quickly drew a bead on him close behind the shoulder, so as to catch the heart, and he dropped to the ground like a log. I had scarcely loaded up my rifle when two large bucks came bouncing up the moun- tain toward me. I fired three shots in suc- cession at the biggest one, who was in the lead, one of which missed him altogether, while another bullet imbedded itself deeply in his shoulder, and the third struck him a little above the knee, which at last brought him to a stand. Not knowing from which direction the firing was coming, and no doubt feeling half-dazed from the wounds in his shoulder and leg, he began limping on three legs along the steep sidehill. He again stopped, and as he stood facing me, not over seventy-five yards below, I fired, catching him through the neck. I kept on through the thick undergrowth of small willows, every nowand then coming into a small patch of five or six stately spruce trees towering above all the rest. In a few min- utes more I saw where he had started to run from the noise of my rifle and at the same time discovered the freshly made tracks of a huge lynx. I stood for a moment wondering if there was any use in follow- ing him, and at last made up my mind that I would, as a lynx when frightened will in some cases take refuge in some tall tree where he thinks he cannot be seen. 537 I followed him for a mile or more when I saw where he had stopped for a few minutes to get his wind. He then walked slowly on, as though thinking himself out of all danger. Once more I waded through the deep snow as quickly as possible, hoping to come onto him suddenly, which I did, although he heard me and must have seen me long before I caught sight of his crouch- ing, catlike form lying close along a thickly- covered branch nearly forty feet from the ground. He was now just where I wanted him. I could only see a part of his body from below, which I fired at. He came drop- ping in all shapes through the thick branch- es and hit the ground at the bottom with a great thud as though to break every bone in his body. He was not yet dead, but could not quite get onto his legs. Not wanting to mutilate his fine, shaggy skin with another bullet, I finished him off with a short, dead stick, hitting him between the ears, which soon put an end to my exciting chase. Not waiting to take off the skin I threw him over my shoulder and started for camp, well-pleased with my day’s hunt. Having nearly five miles to walk before dark made me not lose any time, as it was getting late. I got back in good time, feeling tired and hungry. T asked Andrew in his own language how many deer he had got. He answered: “‘ Moos hyas mowich,” meaning four big deer. We soon got some supper ready, and after we talked and smoked and told exciting yarns of what we had gone through during the day, in reckoning how long we had spent in the mountains since our start much to my surprise I found we had been away seven days, and we were now completely out of grub, only having enough flour to make one small bannock. At noon the next day we started for home, each of the horses carrying a heavy pack along the narrow trail down the mountain, while we walked slowly behind, feeling well pleased with the result of our hunt for the winter’s meat. QF Pie Za \) - a5 pote a SE aa ns ESS Sa a SS A Judicial Opinion of George O. Shields During the past year, one George O. Shields, formerly publisher of RECREATION, has been industriously circulating false and malicious state- ments about this publication. As RECREATION, under its new, honest and able management, has improved, grown in influence and become recognized as the leading magazine for real sportsmen, Mr. Shields’ desire to injure it* has increased accordingly, and he has said and done about everything that a man of his character and mentality could be expected to say and do. RECREATION has permitted his attacks to pass without comment, being convinced that it was only a matter of time when the public would be given an unprejudiced measure of Mr. Shields’ true character and methods. The searchlight of truth, in the form of the United States District Court of the Southern District of New York, which was recently turned upon this worthy gentleman, now reveals him in his true color. It stigmatizes him as having taken a false oath to conceal property from his creditors and as being the perpetrator of a sham paper transaction and a fraudulent scheme in dealing with friends who had assisted him by purchasing stock in his company. Mr. Shields recently applied for a discharge from bankruptcy, which was objected to by his creditors, who contended that he had concealed property and made a false oath in the proceedings. Special Master Nathaniel S. Smith, of the District Court of the United States, Southern District of New York, who heard the matter, handed down his report February 16, 1906, upholding these contentions. The following is an extract from his report: “It having been found that this property belonged to the bankrupt (George O. Shields), the omission to schedule the same must be held, tt seems to me, under the facts of this case, to have been a concealment KNOWINGLY AND FRAUDULENT LY done. He must be deemed to have known that the property belonged to him, hence he knowingly omitted the same, and it seems to be a clear inference from the evidence that be did soINTENTIONALLY.” “Having found that the concealment of this property was KNOWING- LY AND FRAUDULENTLY done, I think 1t must be beld that in swearing to his schedules, in which no mention was made of this property, the bankrupt has taken a FALSE OATH, which the STATUTE CONDEMNS.” “I have, therefore, come to the conclusion that the specifications numbered II and III should be sustained, and the bankrupt refused bis discharge.” udge Holt not only confirmed Referee Smith’s report, but condemned Mr. Shields’ unprincipled business methods in the following strong terms: eokerss EDITORIAL $39 “T think that the organization of the corporation and the execution of the bill of sale to 1t were SHAM PAPER TRANSACTIONS DONE IN ORDER TO MAKE IT POSSIBLE TO CLAIM THAT ALL LIABILITIESOFT HE BUSINESS WERE THE CORPORATION’S, WHILESHIELDS RETAINEDALLTHE ASSETS AND PROFITS. T he business was never, in fact, transferred to or carried on by the corpora- tion. If Shields or his counsel thought that as a matter of law the property belonged to the corporation, 1t was sufficiently doubtful to make it necessary to put the facts in the schedules) THE OMISSION TO DO SO WAS MERELY CARRYING OUT THE FRAUDULENT SCHEME WHICH LED TO THE FILING THE CERTIFICATE. Referee’s report confirmed and discharge refused.” The New York Times of March 30, 1906, printed the following letter from President Roosevelt to Mr. Shields: “Waite House, February 19, 1906. “Sir: Lt appears that you have purported to give an extended interview with me in quotation marks, putting my expressions in the first person, so as to make me responsible for both thought and language. This 1s inex- cusable on your part. At the time you called upon me and I talked over informally with you the question of the preservation of game and of wild life generally in its various aspects, I told you explicitly that while you could state that I was in hearty accord with your ejforts, you were not to try to quote my language, and subsequently I wrote to you repeating this. As a matter of fact, 1n what appears to be these quotations you in no case gave the exact language that I used. But pretending thus to give it, and by what you omit as well as what you insert which I had not said, you convey on certain points an entirely false impression, and you leave me no alternative but to explicitly repudiate your statement, which I hereby do. Had you been content to say that you gave the general sense of what I said, you would have done what you were authorized to do. “But when you attempt to give my exact words, you not only do what I explicitly told you you should not do, but you used language which I explicitly told you was in no case accurate. Not one single sentence you quote 1s as I said it. Some of the sentences are sheer inventions, others are inventions in part, and some of the things I said are omitted. “Tt 1s unnecessary to characterize such conduct on your part. “Yours, etc, THEODORE ROOSEVELT.” Investigation of the causes which brought forth this stinging rebuke by the President shows that Mr. Shields, in his efforts to obtain the passage of certain legislation, furnished the press with an alleged interview, which conveyed an entirely false impression of the President’s statements. As President Roosevelt and Judge Holt, of the District Court, concur in their opinions of Mr. Shields and his conduct, RECREATION deems further comment on this man, his statements and his methods unnecessary. —_ \ SEO as - ~ c 7 ) ¥ r ¥ . 7 } 4 7 Bwk 7 /) \) ‘* na ¢ ase N At! PY i ys a ‘ 4 ¥ Or = wy f SS = ft fe! 4 SS x 7 SN AN & © PF AA SN) ve % nedens, J Wilh: Ceo ARM % ¢ AN Ce a ~~. =e wil R >} an J Ss 2 > & .* nt ; ~ HY) BERS . \! ‘ “ an . AERO Se sera V NS \ a SS mc ZO. yf: Game in the Adirondacks Adirondack guides believe that both the deer and the moose liberated in the North Woods have passed the winter in good condition. So far as is known none of the moose have died. Then last winter was unusally mild; at no time was there more than two or three feet of snow. About February 8 therewas a fall of 20 inches, which did not last—rain melted nearly all the snow. The hillsides generally were bare all winter, which is something very unusual. Moose, like deer, feed principally on twigs of trees and on bark during the winter. In the region about the Fulton Chain, where the herd was released, good-sized birch trees have been stripped of bark and bent over by the animals. The question whether the Adirondacks forest is big enough for the moose to roam in is still to be settled. Compared to the woods of Maine or Canada the Adirondacks are thickly settled. This does not apply only to the sum- mer resorts, such as Lake Placid, the Saranacs, or the St. Regis Chain, which contain com- paratively large villages, but also to the densely wooded region of the Fulton Chain. There are those who believe that the moose will get along as well under these conditions as in the wilds of Canada or Maine, but look for a change in the habits of the animal brought about by proximity to civilization. A type of moose peculiar to the Adirondacks is looked for by these observers in the course of years. The deer in the upper Adirondacks are in- creasing at a great rate, notwithstanding the immense number of hunters who spend part or the whole of the open season there, and one reason advanced for this increase is the great falling off in the number of lumber camps, as the timber has been cut away. Formerly the men in these camps lived practically on venison, in and out of season, and thousands of deer were killed each year to supply their wants. The camps being fewer, the slaughter has been greatly decreased. Adirondacks hunters say that the smaller fur-bearing animals in this State are growing scarce, and the buyers for the large fur houses are complaining that they can get few skins. Our laws governing trapping are not strict, although for many years the slaughter of the little fur-bearing animals was allowed to go on unimpeded, and now a large proportion of them have gone the way of the beaver. The latter were nearly exterminated, and a closed season was declared to save a few, if possible, and the results have been rather satisfactory. The passing of the smaller ani- mals should serve as a lesson and demonstrate that it is necessary to protect our big game more closely. J. P. FLETCHER. Gloversville, N. Y. State Game Preserve Illinois has a State game preserve, the State Game Warden having recently leased a 150-acre farm in Sangamon County. To this tract it is proposed to add as rapidly as possible until a really sizable preserve is secured. The pre- serve has already been heavily stocked with quail and English pheasants and wild turkeys will be added. Illinois hopes to breed her own birds for stocking purposes, in which she is to be commended. Adding Insult to Injury The Santa Cruz (Cal.) Surj is righteously incensed over the application of the California Anglers’ Association for 100,000 trout fry from the county hatchery to stock their preserve on Waddell Creek. There is a grain of truth in what this newspaper has to say on the sub- ject of sportsmen’s clubs and private preserves, and we quote from the editorial: Sportsmen familiar with our up-coast country are aware that the Waddell is, next to San Lorenzo, the largest stream in this county. It is a natural trout stream, with beautiful riffles and shaded pools. : The State, by the reservation of the Big Basin forest, has preserved the head waters of the Wad- dell for all time. The Ocean Shore Railway will make it easy of access. In addition to the pic- turesque canyon and steady flow of water which makes this one of the finest fishing streams on the coast, it empties into a lagoon, which is a favorite fishing ground for striped bass. This is the stream on which the California Anglers’ Association claim to have secured abso- lute fishing rights from its mouth up to the falls, THE GAME FIELD on the north fork, a distance of six miles, for a term of years. According to the San Francisco papers, this particular aggregation has about two hundred members. Other clubs are securing alleged exclusive rights on streams in Marin and Sonoma counties. The purchase of a preserve on the Truckee River by the San Francisco Fly Casting Club nearly disrupted that organization, twenty-six members, under the lead of Alex. T. Vogelsang, withdrawing because they were opposed to the proposition. on principle. Mr. Vogelsang announced that as the State stocked the streams at public expense, no so-called club had a moral, if they had a legal, right to a monopoly of the fishing grounds. Referring to these attempts of angling clubs to secure and establish exclusive rights, the San Francisco Chronicle says: “The gradual closing of the fishing waters of the State is going on despite the fact that the Federal and State governments have been for thirty years stocking the streams and the bays with game fishes, at public expense, for the bene- fit of the public at large. “These various sportsmen and anglers’ clubs are attempting to create a condition in this State more offensive than that which made the poaching laws in Great Britain so obnoxious and intolerable. A halt ought to have been called on the process of class reservation of the natural hunting and fishing grounds in the State long ago. The raid that is being made by club sportsmen on the trout streams and navigable sloughs frequented by game fishes which, under the common law, have been free to all from time immemorial is intensi- fying the situation. If it is allowed to proceed un- challenged, every trout stream in the State and every stretch of tidal water in the bays and at the mouths of the streams discharging on the coast will become closed fishing grounds for an exclusive Sete This is just the sort of thing that not only ought not to be, but must not be, allowed. The Chronicle correctly holds that the rights of the public to time-worn footpaths bordering streams and to fishing in these waters cannot be successfully contested in thecourts, but that these sportsmen ( ?) will rely upon gamekeepers to intimidate alleged trespassers. This is quite true. The Surf expects the Supervisors to refuse to sell, grant, loan or give any fish or fry from the public hatcheries to any club or association claiming a private preserve on any stream in this county. We hope that Santa Cruz fishermen will pay no heed to the alleged “rights” of any alien club to the waters of the Waddell, and that fishermen will visit that stream in the open season in numbers enough to convince this San Francisco Anglers’ Association that its “rights”? on that stream are not worth a fig—or a fish. While on this subject we cannot forbear mention of the practices of the gun clubs of alleged sportsmen. Several so-called duck preserves have been established in this State. It is the custom to import food for ducks to these preserves in large 541 quantities, and then kill the birds that have been enticed thither by the bait. This is not quite as sportsmanlike a practice as it is to trap game, but it suits the purpose of the kind of imitation gentlemen who practise it. It is easy to understand how these hunters ( ?) were able to inundate San Francisco with eleven tons of ducks in one day, and it is also easy to understand that it will require but a few years to exterminate these birds. The true sportsman is Nature’s own nobleman, but the pervert who merely wants to kill something that is alive, and then to prevent his fellow man from sharing his privilege, is not an admirable sort of being. The less protection they get from the law, and the less encouragement from society, the better for the future. If there are gentlemen who have allowed them- selves thoughtlessly to be drawn into such assso- ciations, the sooner they clear themselves from connection therewith the better for their own self-respect and the esteem of their fellow citizens. While RECREATION constantly upholds any and all movements that tend toward the preservation of the fish and game, it does not countenance that sort of protection which has as its object the preservation of the fishing or shooting for a few at the expense of the many. It is well known that many fish and game preserves are a benefit to unattached sportsmen, due to the overflow of fish and game, and a man need not be selfish to belong to a shooting or a fishing club that owns a preserve. But there is such a thing as going too far with a good thing, and this California seems to be suffering from. It is both unsportsmanlike and un-American for any man to maintain a mem- bership in a shooting or fishing club which does not respect the rights of the Ishmaelite, be he ever so humble. Alabamans Aroused John H. Wallace, Jr., of Huntsville, Ala., author of the game law that is at present in effect in that State and a prominent member of the Alabama Field Trials Club, has issued an open letter to the sportsmen of Alabama urging the necessity of a more severe law for the protec- tion of game. Mr. Wallace says that over 500,000 live quail were shipped from Alabama to Northern mar- kets during the past winter, and that this must be stopped at once or within a few years Ala- bama will be importing quail for propagating purposes. ‘‘Alabama,” says Mr. Wallace, ‘‘is the only Southern State that does not impose a non-resident hunting tax and this induces hun- dreds of hunters from other States to come here and depopulate the fields and forests of every- thing that wears fur or feathers. ‘‘\We must pass a law that creates the office of a State Game Warden, extending that official the power to appoint county and precinct game wardens, whose duty it shall be to strictly en- force a law that will in reality protect the game. I introduced such a bill in the Legislature, ses- sion of 1898-99, but it was so amended by the exclusion of counties that it was practically emasculated.. There was no public sentiment for it then, but we must create a demand for it now.”’. Mr. Wallace has written a bill covering the emergency for introduction in the next Legisla- ture and he calls upon every sportsman and lover of bird life to assist in a campaign favor- able to the enactment of the bill. Preserve for Massachusetts A plan is on foot to convert the Douglas woods in Worcester County, Mass., into a State reservation for the propagation of game and the systematic practice of forestry. The region is estimated as containing about six square miles of rough timber land, and it certainly is an ideal place for protecting and propagating quail and ruffed grouse, in which Dr. Hodge, of Worces- ter, will undoubtedly have a hand. Massachu- setts sorely needs a State game preserve, and the prospects for one are promising. An Expensive License The State Game Commissioner of Illinois, John A. Wheeler, is going to protect the resi- dent sportsmen against poachers from adjoin- ing States if heavy fines will accomplish any- thing. Recently H. L. Greasedick, of St. Louis, Mo., was fined in the sum of $100 and costs for hunting in Illinois on a resident license. Brother Greasedick might better have saved the price of the resident license. He’d have gotten off much better if he’d had no license whatever. St. Louis sportsmen are contribu- ting handsomely to the Illinois fish and game fund—through fines. Beats Putnam and the Wolf Our good friend, J. A. Nash, of Spokane, Wash., and a right good bear hunter, sends in a clipping from a Spokane newspaper, telling of the killing of two bears in a cave at Valley, Wash., by a mere lad. We quote: ince WasH., March 28.—Citizens of this community are still marveling over the nerve of a 17-year-old boy, who, singlehanded, shot and killed two large hibernating bears in a cave in the mountains near this place. Ernest. Taylor is the lad’s name. While on a hunting trip recently, his dog sniffed out a bear’s den, the mouth to which was only a narrow crevice in the rocks. It was too dark for the boy to deter- RECREATION mine how many brutes were sleeping within, but from the smell and sound of breathing he was assured that the big game was there sure enough. Young Taylor went back home and got a candle, which he placed on the end of a long pole. With this improvised torch and his gun ahead of him, the boy wriggled his way through the hole and located the sleeping bruins. His aim was unerring and steady and he succeeded in killing both ani- mals. He then dragged both carcasses out by means of a rope. The boy is well known here as a daring and suc- cessful hunter. He spent several days recently in hunting for a large cougar which had been terrify- ing the neighborhood. Snowshoeing in Arizona Arizona is getting to be quite a snowshoe country, in the fact that in the last two winters the snow has been so deep in the hills as to make locomotion difficult for man or horse. I do not know if there is such a thing as a snowshoe in the country, but if this wintry weather keeps up another year they will be in fashion. I actually suffered with the cold here last winter. The California quail have been very thick in this section for the past year. Wild turkeys, also, are numerous since the ten years’ drought that has hung over this country has been lifted. LUTHER S. KELLY. San Carlos, Ariz. (‘Yellowstone Kelly.’’) One Side of Wardening Game Wardens Trudell and Hoyt, scouting in the vicinity of Grand and Long lakes, in Alpena County, Mich., early in the spring, came upon a Settler’s cabin where they found abundant evidence that deer had _ been butchered there out of season. Deer had been killed, three of them, but the wardens found that these deer had furnished the chief means of sustenance for the father and mother and nine children, and that every one of the latter was barefooted for want of shoes. The wardens gazed on the ninety bare brown toes and nine pinched faces, wiped the mist of Grand Lake from their eyes, “‘coughed up” a dollar apiece for the family and hiked. No arrests. Bought Herd of Deer Peter Kennedy, of Belvidere, Ill., has pur- chased the herd of some sixty-odd deer owned by the Eldredges of sewing machine, bicycle and automobile fame of that place, and undertaken to move the herd to a large farm, which he is turning into a game preserve. The Eldredges, or more correctly Mr. B. Eldredge, had the deer on a tract of timber land, and though they were fed on clover, hay, corn and carrots in the mes THE GAME FIELD winter time, they were practically wild. Selling the land, Mr. Eldridge was at a loss to know what to do with the deer. The State Game Commissioner was anxious to get the herd for the new game preserves, but came to the con- clusion that it would entail too much trouble and expense to catch them and move them. Mr. Kennedy’s stepping forward at the proper time undoubtedly saved the herd from being slaugh- tered. Rural Police Game Wardens For the first time since the organization of the Pennsylvania State mounted police, the troopers have demonstrated their usefulness as game wardens by capturing two Italians who were shooting song birds in the woods near Yatesville. Privates Cooley and Casey were making their rounds of the collieries when they heard shoot- ing in the woods, and, spurring their horses into the brush, came upon the two Italians, who had just killed a robin. The men fled, and in the Spirited two-mile chase which followed the horses and troopers won. The prisoners, Matteo Augustina and Mike Pigga, had killed three robins and a bluebird. They were taken to Wilkesbarre before Alder- man Pollock and fined $36 each. They paid. The troopers have been instructed to keep a general lookout for violators of the game and fish laws. A Quail Hunt in Texas A friend of mine came up from sixteen miles below here to spend a few hours with me and talk over some of our old hunts. While he spent his first night with me, Nature was spreading her mantle of whiteness over the earth, so next morning when we awoke we were surprised to find it such, and we knew it would be a fine day to spend with the quail, in the brush. So, as my friend had left his gun at home, and we neither had any shells, the best thing for us to do was to don our heavy clothes and face the cold north wind for a short walk to the Interurban line, which in a few minutes took us to the city of Fort Worth. There we bought our shells. After that we hunted up the first book store to see if we could find a RECREATION to read. Then we caught the first car back. My friend borrowed my brother’s gun, a 16-gauge hammer gun, I shooting a 12-gauge hammerless. After cleaning them up, we were called to dinner, which was soon eaten, and donning our shooting clothes, we started for the brush, where we expected to find the quail, but after walking for some time we were about to give up when I thought I would do some calling. So I gave a few low whistles, 543 which were answered far up the hill in the thick brush. We started to head them off, for they were running. A short distance down the hill we came in sight of five quail running. We called and one by itself answered and came toward us. We started to run to flush it. It got up to our left and I killed it. We now began to track up the others. We soon found them, and my friend flushed one and got it. Next thing found us in among a scattered covey, which some other hunters had raised. I jumped two and made a double, but only found my last bird 78 steps from where I had stood. My friend flushed the next and his gun made a missfire, so it went to better grounds. The next one flushed was missed by him and one of the other hunters potted it, not giving it a chance. The sun was setting, so we concluded it about time to turn homeward. On the way back we had several shots and got our share of the game. After this I oiled and put away my shotgun, to remain in its case until November 1. There should be plenty of birds next fall, as a good breeding stock was left over. CALL. JOHNSTON. Fort Worth, Tex. Wood Ashes as a Styptic There is nothing so quick, or so efficacious, nothing cheaper, nothing so universally at hand or command, and yet no one in these days ever heard of it or thought of it. Ask the doctors and they will tell you that wood ashes as a styptic is not found in the pharmacopeia. I have asked hundreds of physicians, and the reply is always the same. Not one knew of it, and all without exception thanked me for imparting so valuable ~ a secret, not too proud to accept it from a lay- man. Last week, in a doctor’s office, I rounded up three novitiates at once. Nevertheless, the remedy is as old as the aborigines. I learned it from a salesman almost sixty years ago, though I do not recall having mentioned it in my treatises on woodcraft. Out on the plains, in the breechclout days, emergencies were constant and store remedies scarce. Emigrants, traders, trappers and freighters were continually run- ning up against hostile Indians and flying arrows often made jagged wounds. Wood ashes were applied as soon as possible. A piece of buffalo hide was clapped onto the place and no more attention was paid to it. Healing would take place in an incredibly short time. Last summer I cured up a farm hand in Massa- chusetts who had been mangled by a mowing machine. He was so pleased with the speedy result that he was almost ready to try it again. Simply, the potash in the ashes seals up the ruptured pores, and a healing ointment does the 544 rest. Wood ashes snuffed up will stop hemor- rhage of the nose very often. This recipe is worth the printing. CHARLES HALLOCK. Plainfield, Mass. Let’s Hear from the West You have been kind enough to answer several letters from me, which have answered so com- pletely the questions I have asked you, that, since a party of us contemplate taking a hunt through a country of which we are not at all familiar, I am tempted to risk overdoing and imposing on your kindness by asking you for some more information (I am a reader of RECREATION and have gotten a great deal out of it): We area party of four. We want to go some- where this fall for elk, sheep, bear and lion. We will likely have to make two different points for the different kinds of game, but we expect to do that if necessary. We would each like to get an elk and a sheep; then spend one or two weeks after bear and lion, and we would not care if it took us, say, from Idaho to Montana. We have the game laws (thanks to you), and if we can get what we are after without going to Wyoming we would much rather, as each man must have a separate ($5.00 per day) guide, and as we want to have a four or six weeks’ outing this will make the trip very expensive. Will you or one of your readers please give us your advice about the location and outfitting points for such a hunt? Is there any law to prohibit limit, or taking hide, etc., out of Wyoming, Montana or Idaho, and do we have to have more than one guide for hunting such gamer? Also we should like the name of a reliable guide at the point you suggest. C. A. SMire: Moundridge, Kansas. Good Sport in Georgia This locality is pretty good for hunting in fall. At a distance of fifteen to twenty miles northwest from here plenty of game is to be got in or near what is called Buffalo Swamp, and along the Altamaha River. Bear, deer, wild turkey, quail and squirrels are pretty plentiful, but good dogs are scarce. Guides, either black or white, $1.50 per day and much poor whiskey. Remember, if you give no whiskey you get no game. A gallon of corn juice at $2.00 will go further than a $5.00 bill. Board at the villages or settlements is to be got at $12.50 to $15.00a month, including lodging. Some places are pretty fair, others miserable; always dirty, more or less. The best a person can do is to bring a camping outfitand a good dog. All deer are run by dogs here; no still-hunting. Good RECREATION fishing can be had, also, up the Turtle River. Bear have been plentiful. Two men killed one in the water with an oar and an earthern pot. The hunting season closed March 15 and fish- ing season began. There are a few white men who own gasolene motor boats, but they charge a stiff price, as only Yanks hire them, and the motto here is ‘‘skin them of all you can.” No sailboats are to be got; the only way is to buya boat if you want one and without a craft of some kind there is no pleasure to be had. Brunswick, Ga. J. U. Bapoye. Licenses for Iowa The State Game Warden of Iowa recom- mends vigorously the adoption of a resident hunter’s license law. Such a law nets Illinois $100,000 a year, Wisconsin $80,o00 and other States smaller but large amounts. The license is about a dollar a year in each State. The Commissioner estimates that the adoption of a similiar law in Iowa would net the State about $30,000 a year. ‘The purpose of the law is two- fold: it prevents indiscriminate pot-hunting and furnishes a comfortable sum for the proper game and fish protection. Now the cost of this service is paid out of the genera! revenues, while the department ought really to be self-sup- porting, and would be if the amendment suggested were adopted. Another Prodigy After chasing a big timber wolf about a great stubble field with a team of horses for an hour Ray Christman, aged fourteen, shot and killed the animal twelve miles south of Janesville, Wisconsin. It was the first wolf seen in that vicinity for years. To Climb Mt. McKinley We are in possession of information to the effect that an exploring expedition will prob- ably go into the Shushitna Valley this summer and that an attempt may be made to climb Mt. McKinley, which is the highest mountain in North America, and the highest known moun- tain in the world above the snow line. Mt. McKinley, if the reader remembers, was only discovered in 1897 by a lone prospector who came down the Shushitna River, and who esti- mated its height, with remarkable accuracy, at 20,000 feet. The fact that Mt. McKinley was never seen by a white until 1897, and that it can be seen at a distance of over 150 miles, will suggest to the reader what an unknown country it lies in. We can assure the reader that if this expedition starts RECREATION will be represent- ed in the party, and if the mountain is success- fully scaled, RECREATION’S flag will be planted on the top. Mt ——— AD a 7 ne a. Salmon and Trout Fishing BY CHARLES A. BRAMBLE Many a newfangled pastime springs into popularity, becomes the rage, and then passes into oblivion, but those who learn the use of rifle, gun or rod master arts that will be as at- tractive to them in middle life as they were in youth. Some like the gun better than they like the rod, others scorn everything but the grooved barrel, but, whatever their predilection, they have chosen well. Men will spend more time and money on salmon fishing than on any other sport, except- ing, perhaps, yachting and big game shooting, which shows that it throws its spell over them. Unfortunately, salmon rivers are comparatively few, so that competition has caused their value to rise enormously, and not many waters are open to the wandering angler. Three regions, however, yet remain free to whomsoever will, barring the cost of reaching them. The first and most accessible of these is the island of Newfoundland. None of the island rivers are leased, and—it may be added— are protected as effectually as they would be under private control. During the open season the millionaire and the cobbler may fish the same pools, though, as good sportsmen, they should not do so at the same time, for the rivers are generally small. Without going into the details that any guide-book gives, I will only say that all the best waters may be reached either by the Newfoundland railway or by steamer from St. John’s, and will pass on to a consideration of the outfit experience shows to be the most suitable. The rivers being as a rule short compared with those of the mainland, the fish run smaller, hence a large, powerful rod is out of place. Fifteen and a half feet may be looked upon as the limit in length, and lots of sport is to be had with one even two feet shorter. A fourteen-foot rod, with a reel carrying sixty yards of enam- eled line, forms a good combination on a small river, and I have killed fish up to eighteen pounds in weight with just such an equipment, though the books insist on at least 100 yards of line being on your reel when you go salmon- fishing. I suppose there are times when the extra length might come in handy, but on the few occasions when I have been run out and broken, the agony would only have been de- layed a very few seconds by an additional twenty yards of line. The end would have been the same. The reel should always be a narrow one, of large diameter, with a simple click, and pref- erably a revolving plate handle. Multiplyers are out of place, and generally betray the novice. It is not necessary nor even desirable to use a very light reel, as a moderately heavy one balances the rod better. Most old fishermen know that the hook has far more to do with a man’s success than either the rod or the reel. A soft hook that will straighten out under a heavy strain, or a blunt one that will not penetrate under reasonable pressure sufficiently to cover the barb, causes many a disappointment. I know of few more painful moments than those I have suffered when the fly has come back in my face after playing a good fish. Sometimes, of course, it was just simply hard luck, and so to be accepted in a sportsmanlike spirit, but more often it was some defect in tackle that caused the mishap. There is but one hook that is, to my mind, trustworthy for this sport, and that one is the O’Shaughnessy. I would not now use a Sproat, nor a hollow-point Limerick, for any considera- tion, as I have lost all faith in them after ex- haustive trials. The Pennell is, no doubt, a good hook, but that it has any real advantages over the O’Shaughnessy I do not credit. Double hooks are of value when a fly as small as No. 6 must be chosen—when the river is running low in July and August—but otherwise, it is a mis- take in judgment to use them. One hook often acts as a lever to force the other hook from its hold, and if such other was the only one to get home in the first instance, the fish is lost. I con- sider a double hook, excepting in the smaller sizes, a clumsy, unsportsmanlike article, and there are many who agree with me. Next to a poor hook a bad gaff is likely to lead to trouble. It is surprising what faulty patterns are to be found in the tackle shops. Complications are to be avoided like sin, and all jointed or telescopic patterns are eschewed by old hands. Nothing equals a plain gaff with \ 546 flattened shank to tie to a rough and ready handle that one of your men will cut and trim in a few minutes; there being no rivers in which salmon are found, at least on this continent, where small spruces, and other trees that will serve ata pinch, do not grow. The perfect gaff measures a foot in length, and has a width of nearly three inches at the point. Such a gaff will be found equal to all requirements. On many of the European rivers enormous flies and triple-gut leaders are found necessary, but for all American fishing a stout single-gut leader is preferable, our tackle being finer all through. Nine feet is the correct-length, ex- cepting in turbid water, when six feet may be long enough. The only free fishing, or at least the best of it, is found where the angler must camp out, and as he has a chance to remain, perhaps, for the whole season on the same river, and often on the same beat, it is possible to take all sorts of luxuries. He need not deny. himself, as the hunter of big game must generally do. A large dining-tent may be supplemented by one in which to sleep, and by another for the men. By pitching the tents on a knoll, where the sun and breeze have their own way, the flies are fought on more even terms than when the camp is made in a sheltered situation. The hunting camp cannot be pitched in too thick and sheltered a spot, while the fisherman’s summer home should be free to every air that blows. At best, the black flies, sand flies and mos- quitoes will get in their fine work on cloudy, still days, and in the long summer gloamings of the North. Tar, olive oil and oil of penny- royal form the basis of the most popular fly dope, yet one realizes its miserable inefficiency far too often. There is urgent need of some- thing more nearly a panacea. Waders are usually worn, though when fish- ing from a canoe a man who is not afraid of wetting his feet is, perhaps, more comfortable in the long run without them. In any case, the short stockings are delusions, as one often gets In over the tops, and I can recommend only the long wading trousers. Some prefer the boot and trouser in one, but they are not so satisfactory as the other kind, in which the wading boots, or brogues, are separate from the trouser. These may be turned inside out and dried, while the other kind remain moist and unwholesome all through the season. To use the thin waders to the best advantage, one should first draw on a heavy pair of woollen socks and then the trousers, then another pair of very coarse socks (to prevent the waders from being cut by the brogues), and then the brogues. I have used a pair of the best waders for five seasons, and they did not leak even at RECREATION the end of the long period of service, which shows. that it pays to take care of one’s outfit. Waders that are not thoroughly dried after use will rot in a few months, and the same may be said of lines, which must never be laid by, even for a single night, without being carefully dried. The tackle outlined in the foregoing para- graphs will do for Labrador or for those few rivers in Nova Scotia that are worth visiting, except that it would be well to take a second rod of 15 or 15% feet, as the northern waters are heavier and the fish run larger. Within a few years there will undoubtedly be a railway through Labrador, running from Lake St. John to Rigolette Harbor on the Atlantic, and then the finest fishing region in the world will be made fairly accessible, but now the great drawback to fishing Labrador waters is the difficulty of getting to them. An occasional steamer runs from Quebec, and others ply be- tween St. John’s, Newfoundland, and the vari- ous fishing stations along the coast, at more or less regular intervals. But you must leave your “hustle” behind or you will fret yourself into an untimely grave; for although it may not be strictly true that ‘‘never a law of God nor man runs north of fifty-three,”’ yet it is undeniable that people don’t travel on schedule time in those parts. Past generations of anglers have said that there was no rod fishing for salmon in the Pacific streams, though the trolling for quinnat and Coho salmon in salt water has been a recognized sport since the advent of the first white men to the coast. This idea has proved false. It is now an every-day occurrence for big catches of salmon to be made in the rivers of the State of Washington, and in those of the Prov- ince of British Columbia. The finest fishing, so far, has been had in the Campbell River, which flows into the Gulf of Georgia from the mountains which form the backbone of Van- couver Island. Unfortunately, these large quinnat, or ‘‘spring salmon,” do not take the fly well, though some have been so caught, and thus a trolling spoon is substituted. This, of course, necessitates heavier tackle, and makes the fishing less pleasant in every way, but for numbers and size of fish the Campbell River stands in a class by itself. Some men, if report speaks truly, have rather overdone the thing, and made catches of which they should feel ashamed. When fish are taken by the ton, even granting nothing but the most sportsmanlike means be employed, the best sportsmen feel more disgust than admiration. For every salmon fisherman there must be a hundred trout fishermen, and under certain conditions the lesser fish may give almost as good sport as the greater, and even when the FISHING fish weigh ounces instead of pounds trout fish- ing may be most excellent fun. It takes you to the waterside when Nature is draped in her Easter robes, and by the time those robes are faded the rod must be put away for another year—unless you fish the waters of the Pacific slope, where the rainbow and other spring- spawning trout are at their best in September and early October. Some of the large trout waters of the State of Maine and Canada are best fished with a rod up to eleven feet in length —but as a general thing a rod of from 7% feet to 9% feet is a better implement. For serious fishing a rod should not be too light. My heaviest rod is to feet long and weighs 6 ounces, while my lightest weighs just 3% ounces and is 74 feet in length. This rod is seldom used, as its strength is not sufficient to master a big trout in the cold Northern waters where I do most of my fishing. For brook trout just over the legal length and averaging four to the pound it is just the thing, but I do not be- lieve in fiddling with a heavy fish with any such weapon. Sometimes luck favors a fisherman beyond his deserts. As an instance: Several years ago a friend hooked a 22-pound salmon on the Restigouche, his rod being a ‘‘trunk,” 8-joint abomination, weighing some nine ounces and about as poor a weapon as a man could ask for, if he wanted to give a present to a friend against whom he had a grudge. The salmon was hooked about 10 0’clock in the morning and was gaffed from a rock in midstream at 4 0’clock in the afternoon. The fish was nice and fresh when gaffed, and did not appear to be half so weary as the angler. With most of us the fly would have worked free about 3.45 P. M., and we should have had our weariness and experi- ence for our pains—but some folk are born lucky and they alone should fish for salmon with trout rods. Multiplying reels are just as inadmissible for fly fishing for trout as for salmon, though one sees fairly good anglers using them, sometimes, but only when they do more bait casting than fly fishing and desire to make one reel serve both purposes. If the reel will hold 25-yards of suit- able line it will serve all probable needs, though classical authorities seem to require about double that length of line. As a rule, fishermen make the mistake of choosing a very light rod and mating it to heavy leaders and big flies. European anglers fall into just the opposite error. They use a young weaver’s beam and yet scorn anything but the finest ‘‘casts,” 7.e., leaders and flies that run between Nos. to and 14. I have no patience with the man who in early spring monkeys with too fine tackle, holding that a fairly stout leader and a fly of about No. 7 size fill the conditions, 547 but after the end of June I have had remarkable success with midge flies and drawn gut leaders, when some of my friends were doing nothing to brag about. The salmon fisherman can get along nicely with half a dozen fly patterns, provided he has a suffictent choice of sizes, but the trout angler needs a good assortment, as jontinalis is most fickle. I have cast hundreds of different pat- terns, but have usually had most success with some one of the following: Abbey, alder, Beaverkill, Cahill, cowdung, grizzly king, green and gray drakes, golden spinner, governor, king of the water, Montreal, March brown, professor, Parmachenee belle, Jenny Lind, Seth Green, Wilson, willow, white miller, brown hackle and blue dun. In addition, there are a lot of small, nondescript duns and midges, for which each tyer has his own names, that are invaluable in low, clear water, when the more gaudy fancy patterns merely give the fish palpitations. A good landing net is a useful article, and it is much better to choose one with a long handle that will do asa staff in wading. Perhaps some manufacturer of fishing-tackle will be good enough to inform me why landing nets are made with such a small mesh, and so deep? I fail to see the advantage of either the tiny mesh or of the depth. A large, open mesh is much easier to manipulate in the water, and not so likely to entangle the hook; and, as to depth, I have never seen a trout succeed in jumping out of a net even when I had made it less than half the usual depth. A good fisherman always aims to take back his fish in presentable condition, so as soon as they have been rapped on the head, he places them carefully in the creel, out of the way of sun and wind. Even then they will become discolored on a warm day, but Mr. Harrington Keene gave me a tip some years ago that I have followed with advantage. As soon as a fish is caught, wrap it in a sheet of the finest tissue paper (carried for the purpose), and by keeping the fish in this almost air-tight covering, it is as bright as a dollar when you get to camp. Above all things, do not allow your fish to soak in water, even for a minute, after they are dead, as it ruins them both in appearance andin flavor. This paper having run to proportions to tax the editor’s forbearance, I must now conclude, though, as may be imagined, there is much more one could say upon the subject. Perhaps ‘a few words upon trout fishing regions may not however be amiss. Incomplete as they are, I can nevertheless claim them to be the result of experience and not of hearsay. For big trout, as well as for little trout, the State of Maine cannot be beaten, though for numbers of big fish it will not compare with the 548 almost virgin waters of northern Canada. The drawbacks to Maine are that the natives have become too sophisticated, thus it takes a good bank account to get a look-in at the best fishing (unless one is a native of the Pine Tree State, in which case prices are different). The biggest trout of the Rangeleys are cannibals; and though very heavy fish, in fact the heaviest known of their species, yet they are by no means handsome, and far inferior in fighting spirit to the trout of the Nipigon and other Northern streams. Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Quebec and Northern Ontario abound in waters that are most wonderfully stocked with trout, and from the Rocky Mountains to the Pacific, and from Alaska to New Mexico, the Western man has unexcelled opportunities for indulging in this sport. The gamest of all this game family is, to my mind, the rainbow trout from the cold, deep lakes of the Kooteneys; but, wherever you find him, the trout is fit for ‘‘none but very honest men.” The Perch Came Back During the past winter and spring a rather peculiar state of affairs has come to light at Long Lake, a shallow body of water two miles west of Coldwater, Mich. The winter of 1903 and 1904 was unusually severe in this part of Michigan, and as a result many of the lakes of a shallow character were frozen to such a depth that the fish in them suffocated. Such was the case with Long Lake, and for a time it was supposed that all of the fish had perished. When the ice went out in the spring the shore was littered with the remains of thousands of bass, pickerel, bluegills sunfish, etc., and during the summer months the most earnest endeavors of the fishermen to catch anything there were unrewarded. But the past winter has brought a change, and the lake now literally swarms with perch of all sizes. The question which naturally arises is, where did they come from? The lake is fed entirely by springs and it has no known outlet. There seem to be nothing but perch there, but this variety of fish is present in numbers to astonish the natives. H. F. BAILEY. Coldwater, Mich. Nibbles When the trout streams become clearer and. the weather mild, fly fishing is the order. Be- fore then, when bait is needed to lure the speck- led fellows, the anal fin of a trout is a good lure. In the current it wabbles about in a very taking manner, and if the eye of a trout is first placed on the hook, secured by its enveloping mem- RECREATION brane, not by impaling it through its centre and thus puncturing it, the effect is an excellent resemblance of a living insect. Try it. By all means, wade when stream fishing for trout. You have more command of the water on either hand, with ample room for the back cast. Move slowly, and fish every likely spot before moving forward. ‘‘Make haste slowly” is a wise axiom in stream fishing. The potterer gets the trout. Dr. James A. Henshall, whose name is fa- miliar to all fly-fishermen, advises for trout fish- ing in early June the red, brown, gray and black hackles, Montreal, March-brown, cowdung, gray drake, stone, great dun, black gnat and coachman, tied on hooks Nos. 8 to 12, according to the size of the trout inhabiting the stream fished, and the condition of the water and atmosphere. Always dry your line after use. Two kitchen chairs, back to back, seem fitted by Providence for this use. N. B.—Get up early and rescue them before the cook appears on the scene. Put a few small rubber bands in your pocket; they are useful for holding the rod joints to- gether when you take the rod apart fer the journey from the stream at evening. To repair holes in wading boots and stock- ings: Cover the holes with sheet rubber which has been smeared with a cement made of black rubber dissolved in spirits of turpentine. Do not use any vegetable oil on your hooks. Animal fat, free from salt, is the surest pre- ventive of rust. As a dressing for lines, deer’s fat is good. It solidifies at a higher temperature than most fats, and clings to the line well. Don’t be in a hurry to get a big fish out of the water—so he won’t get away. The chances are he’ll get away before you have him any way near landing. Give him rope! Kull him as far away from you as possible. A lump of black rubber, such as draughtsmen use, is handy to straighten out gut leaders that have been long coiled. Draw the gut over the rubber a few times and it will be found much straighter. Never use gut leaders without a thorough soaking, however, as dry gut is easily broken, unless new and of the best quality; moreover, gut knots draw when dry, and hook whippings do not hold. For delicate silk dressings, cobbler’s wax may be dissolved in spirits of wine and painted on with a feather. The spirit will evaporate, but the wax will remain on the silk. Lan G4 wi A Good Pistol Score The very remarkable shooting made on April 7 by Mr. Marion Hays, of the Manhattan Rifle and Revolver Association, shows to what a pitch of excellence American pistols and American marksmen have attained. Shooting a to-inch Smith é& Wesson pistol, with coarse pin-head front sight and a rear bar sight, and using the .22 Peters-Pope Armory cartridge, he succeeded in placing twenty consecutive shots in the 1ro-ring of a standard American target at fifty yards. The feat was performed under regular practice conditions, and was witnessed by several trustworthy persons, but it cannot go on record, as the conditions were not those necessary to insure the acceptance of the performance as a record. Cylinders versus Chokes Until about 1875 all guns were cylinders, so-called. They were not, of course, truly cylindrical from breech to muzzle, being, usually, considerably ‘“‘relieve” at either end; but the term may be conveniently used to dis- tinguish them from chokes, which are smaller at the muzzle than at a point a few inches back, and generally smaller at the muzzle than at any other point in the bore. The best shooting it was possible to obtain was a pattern of 120 on the 30-inch circle at forty yards, using shot running 270 to the ounce and loading with Ty ounces of it. This satisfied our grandfathers, but when chokes appeared on the scene, and with an equal charge put upwards of 200 pellets in the same sized circle, there was a great rush to buy chokes. For close shooting and long shots, the choke stands unrivaled to-day, but, unfortunately, if our guns are better, our aim is not superior to that of our ancestors, and so it has come about that for covert shooting and general woods sport there has been a steady drift toward less close-shooting guns. A man snap- shooting at woodcock or grouse in thick brush is heavily handicapped with a full choke gun. Where the choke shines is in the blind, or when such tough birds as prairie chickens, full - feathered and fast, as they are late in the season, Di tom have to be reckoned with. On live pigeons or at the trap, where the elusive inanimate has to be pulverized, the choke is king, but for an all-around game gun a full choke is probably a mistake. It is true that cartridges especially loaded for snap-shooting may be had, but even with these the choke is not so trustworthy as the cylinder in the brush. Yet, if our admiration for the choke may not be so full as was that accorded to it by the sportsmen of the ’80s, we owe it more than many of us suspect. There is no such thing as a cylinder offered by any reputable firm to-day. Every gun is slightly choked, and the merest suspicion of a choke will bring the average pattern up twenty pellets, and, moreover, give beautifully regular patterns, differing hardly at all from one another, whereas the true cylinder varies sometimes by thirty pellets between high and low in a series of six shots. At forty yards the full choke puts 75 per cent. of the charge of shot into a thirty- inch circle, whereas the cylinder (so-called) PUSH IA reM, Ao) toy As) per cent, | Vet cach is using the same number of grains of shot, so that it is evident the total area covered by the pellets is much greater in the cylinder. This is why it makes the better brush gun. Even the best shot cannot always be dead on his bird when snap-shooting, and he finds that out of a given number of shots fired he has more to show in his game-bag when using a cylinder than when using a choke. If it were not for trap and duck shooting I am under the impression that few chokes would be sold. RALPH GRAHAM. Oyster Bay, L. I. Texas Shoulder Holster Being a S. A. .45 gun crank, I am especially interested in the most interesting section of your paper, v7z., Guns and Ammunition. I have not noticed many arguments for the Texas shoulder holster, and think possibly all of RECREATION’S readers are not as familiar with it as we all are in my old home—Texas. For an ideal way to carry an ideal gun the above holster can’t be beaten, as it is not in the place 59° where the Chicago hold-up man expects it to be, and in case one is ordered to “‘fish for the he can do so; but on the way up un- limber his gun and, with some practice, I think it very probi ible Mr. Hold-Up Man would ‘‘oet his’? before he realized you’ re not after your wallet. Some of our double-action boomers, if they want to see fast and accurate shooting, should ask one of our old Texas Rangers “to show them how to “fan” a six-shooter. I will bet a cood saddle that the ranger could put six .45’s in six seconds into a tall hat at 25 paces, and never look at his gun, either. This could not be done with the best double-action gun on the market, owing to its flip up and side jerk. I have had excellent results with smokeless powder in my Colt .45, and shall continue to use it, as it is much cleaner and gives less re- coil with the same penetration. Do any of the brethren favor the Bisley model? I am surely for it, as I think it comes up better and has a finer balance. I should like to hear from others as to their opinions on this and kindred topics. JoHN J. STEWART. Chicago, Iil. stars,” Ball and Shot Guns It appears to me that our manufacturers are making a mistake when they refuse to recog- nize the ball and shot gun such as is manu- factured so largely in Europe. A gun can never rival in accuracy, velocity and compact- ness a good hunting rifle, but, under certain conditions, it has many advantages over the best rifle. One gun then serves for all kinds of game, and the man who uses but one gun is the dangerous man all the world over. Recently great improvements have been introduced in the projectiles used. The firm of Westley Richards, one of the oldest in the British gun trade, has perfected a bullet that shoots with great accuracy up to 300 yards. Of course the trajectory is high; this follows from the fact that a gun, to be suitable for wing . shooting, is thought, by English shooters, to be worthless if it exceeds seven pounds in weight. I do not think Americans would object to another pound, which would allow a larger charge of powder and greater velocity. Moreover, the foreign sportsmen choose the 12-bore, while for our ordinary forest game a 20-bore would be more suitable, and I will venture to predict that a manufacturer bringing out a good, well-balanced 20-bore, weighing not over seven pounds and shooting both ball and shot, will soon find buyers among practical men. Hunters, prospectors, lumber cruisers and many sportsmen will be quick to discover a weapon that should fill a long-felt want. RECREATION Shot and ball guns are made according to three different principles. The first has a deep muzzle choke, and the rifling is confined to the choke. For this the ratchet system of rifling is generally adopted. A second system has straight grooves up to within six inches of the muzzle, when the rifling becomes spiral. The remaining system depends on grooves of uni- form twist from end to end of the barrel, such grooves being extremely shallow. The Westley Richards bullet weighs 750 grains, and has a velocity of 1,200 feet when fired with a charge of powder giving a chamber pressure of fifteen tons. It is not unpleasant to shoot such a charge from a 7- -pound gun. The accurate range of this bullet is 300 yards, though, on account of the difficulty of judging distance with the nicety that would be required with a bullet of such low velocity, it is better calculated for ranges not exceeding 150 yards. The same gun from which this bullet is fired makes an average pattern of 130 with 14 ounces of shot running 270 to the ounce. Beyond doubt the weapon that you can use on birds as well as upon big game will be one that you will thoroughly master the use of. Moreover, you won’t have the wrong one in your hand when a fat mallard springs from the rushes or a big buck gazes contemplatively at you from the bank. My idea is that a 20-bore, loaded to give at least 1,400 feet muzzle velocity to the bullet, would be the gun for the American market. I should like to hear from others. Bay City, Mich. SAMUEL ROGERS. Advocates Moderation I have been perusing the last edition of RECREATION, and want to say on the revolver subject that I think any man can find just what he wants from the already numerous different models made both by the Colt and the Smith & Wesson factories. There isn’t a better fire- arm made, of its kind, than the Smith & Wesson .38 Special. I think any one who knows a good firearm when he sees it can’t help corroborating me. As to the double action, I wouldn’t have a revolver that wasn’t so. What good is a single-action as a weapon of defense? As to the load for the .38 Special, I am satisfied to let well enough alone and use the factory loads, and I think if many others did the same there would be fewer accidents. One thing more:. I have noticed a great many that never could get enough powder in their guns. They keep cramming in more and more till there is a job for the coroner. Now, this heavy loading craze, for such it is, is not neces- sary, nor can one gain any by it. I know from GUNS AND AMMUNITION experience that just as much or more game can be killed with small loads as with larger ones. I have made just as good bags of quail with 2# drams of Dupont smokeless powder as with 3} or more and, besides, I wasn’t worn out by the pounding of my gun. This argument applies, also, to blue rock shooting. I have seen others and have myself used the extreme limit of load- ing smokeless powders, and not a few times have Iseen it overdone. Now, the object in blue rock shooting is to get a quick load and one that will not spoil the pattern. Let some shooter try this: Take a 3-dram Dupont smokeless load, 1z-ounce, 74 shot, and shoot it 40 yards on paper target, count the shot and then do the same with a 34-dram load, with an equal charge of shot, and note the difference. You have more penetration, but look at your pattern. Now, I contend that better results can be obtained from a light load than from a heavy one. You go toa clay bird match and watch the shooters at the traps. Every time a gun cracks, you'll see one turn about half around. If they would only get over that habit of using heavy charges, their scores would be greatly improved. I speak from experience and not from observa- tion. I have done a lot of shooting and know that it is folly to use such tremendous loads of powder and lead to smash a blue rock. I use a 3-dram load of Dupont smokeless, and 14-ounces shot, or 24 grains of Ballistite, and my scores are far better than when I used larger charges. I should like to hear from others on this subject. Sawtelle, Cal. Jesse C. Brown. Big Bore vs. Small I have noticed various opinions expressed in your magazine in regard to the small-bore high-power rifles and the larger bores. Of course every one is perfectly at liberty to use the rifle that suits him best, but I, like a great many others believe the trouble is usually with the man that does the shooting. It matters little if you have a big bore or a small bore, if the object aimed at is missed. It is the bullet that hits the mark that counts, and as a great many men cannot do good work with a big- bore, high-power rifle, such as the .405 or -45-90, on account of flinching at the moment of discharge, I think that if such men would use a smaller bore rifle they could shoot with- out flinching and their score would increase rapidly. A novice going into the woods after big game wants to know what kind of a rifle to get. Possibly he hears of some one getting the limit of big game who used a .4o05 calibre rifle, so the novice thinks that’s the gun for him. He accordingly buys one, and, being anxious 551 to bag big game, hurries into the woods feeling satisfied that he has the ‘‘only” rifle. Maybe in his hurry and hasty departure he has for- gotten to try the gun. He hunts diligently for some time and, let us hope, is rewarded by seeing a fine large buck. He has a touch of ““puck fever,” but finally steadies his nerves and shoots. The results: Novice on the other side of a log he had just stepped over, gathering his dazed senses and wondering where the buck is; buck by that time in next county. Re- sult of the shot: A clean miss. His confidence in the rifle is gone, and what he is going to do to the fellow that told him that was the ‘‘only” gun I won’t mention here. Now, that same rifle in the hands of a man that was accustomed to a heavy recoil would have been all right, but to a man that has acquired the flinching habit, or has not the weight to ‘“‘hold it down,” I would say get a smaller calibre rifle. Let some men take a .25-35 or .30-30 and they will get just as much game as others will with @ .45-90 OF a .405. Some one may say that don’t stand to reason, because the larger bullet makes a larger hole and has more smashing power. Yes, that’s all very true, but I think that a .25-35 or .30-30 bullet placed in the brain or heart of a grizzly would cause him to “‘cash in,” and I am sure they are much more pleasant to shoot. To sum it all up, it amounts to the hunter’s ability to place his shots where they will do the most good, or harm. If a man can do this with a big bore, high power, all well and good, but, for myself, I prefer the .30-30 or .303. The .33 calibre Winchester with the ’86— model action is as large as necessary for any game on the American continent, having a bullet weighing 200 grains and a velocity of 2,000 feet per second. Also the .32 special high-power Marlin, with a bullet of 165 grains and a velocity of 2,000 feet per second. And last, but by no means least, the .303 Savage, weight of bullet r90 grains, velocity 2,000 feet per second. Any of these will do great execu- tion in the hands of a fairly good marksman, as every hunter should be. Mr. O. M. Barnes, in a recent number of a Western magazine, says he has for the past six or eight years used a .25-35 for big game, and has given it a thorough practical test, and for his use he wants no more powerful rifle. He says he can kill a bull elk anywhere under 250 yards, and guarantee he won’t go 200 feet after being shot. I consider Mr. Barnes worthy of the name “hunter.” If hunters would practice more, so they would be able to place their bullets in a vital spot, a small calibre rifle would be just as effective as the miniature 552 cannons some use needlessly. I suppose most men would prefer a rifle of larger calibre than the .25-35, as that only carries a bullet of 117 grains. But practice a little now and then and a recoil pad or a sore shoulder won’t be neces- sary next season. ‘SMALL CALIBRE.” Uses the .38-55 High Velocity T noticed Mr. M. L. Peck’s letter in RECREA- TION, and would say that I have used the Model 1894 .38-55 for two years, with the U. M. C. high-power, smokeless load, and that there is very much less recoil than with the black powder loads. I have a .32-40, Model 1894, that I use the U. M. C. load in, too, and it is all right. On the box it is stated that the shells are fitted for the Winchester, Marlin and Savage rifles, and that they are especially good for game. This I find to be the case. FINCH GOODFRUIT. Ada, Kent County, Mich. Views of a Veteran Fifty-three years ago I bought a flintlock musket which [ used for both ball and shot, and my first game with it was a white bear that when stretched out was some three or four inches longer than Iwas. The next gun was a pill lock rifle. ‘Then some cap locks; then breech-load- ers. Having some experience with all I want to say to the younger sportsmen: Don’t, for the sake of appearance or the carrying a pound or two less of gun, let your game escape to suffer and die, when it will do no one any good through using too light a gun and charge. When I was a boy I saw bear and deer from our door. Now it is all gone, and for twenty years I have had to go a long way for it. We older ones get cranky—some one way; some another. Mine started a few years ago when I concluded to quit hunting if I could not lower the number of escapes of game after being hit. I was sick of finding them dead some time after- ward, when unfit for use. I have seen an elk get away (to die, of course) after being shot once with a .38 calibre rifle, and six times with a .44 revolver—all at short range. Some of the revolver shots were at 6 feet, so there was no mistake in the number of hits. On the same day I shot two with one ball, which passed entirely through both, and they fell when hit, with a .45-70-500, which all my experience and observations convince me is light enough for moose, elk, deer, ’gators, and I would not ex- clude woodchuck. A lighter ball will kill surely, sometimes, but I have seen two deer shot in the same place; the one hit with a .45 fell where hit, but the other, hit with a .30, continued te RECREATION run until, if the surrounding conditions had not been favorable for finding, it would have been lost—which shameful killing too largely comes from the saving a pound or so of gun. A Springfield single-shot, with the wiper left off, only weighs 8 pounds 6 ounces. It is not handsome, and I am laughed at for carrying a gaspipe, but every deer, elk or moose hit in ten years fell when hit, and after seeing so much discussion of the merits of large and: small calibre guns, I feel like giving my experience, also, as I consider it much more valuable than theory not based on experience. As before mentioned, in order now to find game it must be hunted far from home, there- fore, for the last twenty seasons, excepting two, I have hunted large game from Quebec to Florida, and from Maine to the Rocky Moun- tains, and most of you are compelled to do as I do—go far away for it. Hence, my advice: take a gun that kills the game that you go so far for. Of course, there are many makes of guns that are marvels of accuracy and efficiency, but that should be used otherwise than on large game. An up-to-date gun sometimes is mis- leading. For instance, some new shotguns were being tried last fall, when I took down a flintlock musket, made in 1814, and which had not been shot for over twenty years, filled the old bone charger with F. F. G. rifle powder and emptied it into the muzzle, rammed down on top of the powder a wad of flaxtow, then 14 ounces No. 4 shot, then a light wad of paper; shot, and at jive measured rods, put all but 4 pellets inside of a 33-inch ring. Now, who has a fancy shotgun to match it? I have other guns, but I think that the .45 is the most humane to use, which should be a main consideration in hunting. Therefore I advise that when you shoot, shoot to kill. Bear Lake, Pa. C. T. BoRDWELL. The All-Around Rifle It is doubtless true that the “all-around rifie”’ has not yet appeared. But the gun which comes the nearest to being what the person desires, who would own but one, is the .32-40 with the nickel steel barrel. This gun should be sighted for high-power smokeless powder, so that it would be, first of all, a high-power rifle. The high-power .32-40 is a very strong shooting arm, being powerful enough not only for deer, but for nearly all kinds of the larger American game. According to the figures given by the U. M. C. Co., a cart- ridge of this calibre loaded with high-power smokeless gives a muzzle velocity of 2,065 feet per second, with a muzzle energy or striking power of 1,558 foot pounds, the weight of the GUNS AND AMMUNITION bullet being 165 grains. The trajectory for 200 yards has a height at 100 yards of 5.474 inches. About the same figures are given for the .32 Special (Winchester and Marlin), the difference in the figures favoring the .32-40 high power. Unfortunately, I have not the U. M. C. figures for the .30-30 or the .303 Savage, so a compari- son with these two cartridges and calibres will have to be made by the use of the figures given in the Savage catalogue. According to these figures, the cartridge of the .30-30 gives a muzzle velocity of 1,892 feet per second with a muzzle energy of 1,244 foot-pounds, the weight of the bullet being 160 grains. The cartridge of the .303 Savage gives a muzzle velocity of 2,000 feet per second, a muzzle energy of 1,514 foot- pounds, with a bullet weighing 1go grains. It can be thus seen that, when using a cartridge of the U. M. C. make, the rifleman with the .32-40 high power possesses an arm second in efficiency to no one of the above. So much may be said for the .32-40 as a high-power gun. This arm was originally manufactured with a plain steel barrel for the use of the black powder cartridge and for the low pressure smokeless powder ammunition; and in order to get the results indicated by the foregoing figures, it must be remembered that a nickel-steel barrel is absolutely necessary, so that a cartridge loaded with high-power smokeless powder can be used, as it would be dangerous to attempt to use this kind of cartridge in a plain steel barrel. How- ever, with the nickel-steel barrel, black powder and low-pressure smokeless powder ammunition can readily be used by simply raising the rear sight to the proper elevation, and after a little experience with these low-power cartridges, the adjustment can be made almost instantly. Thus, a rifle of .32-40 calibre, having a nickel- steel barrel, can be quickly changed from a high- power arm to one of low power and vice versa. Both the high-power nickel-steel barrel and the plain steel barrel have the same rifling, the twist giving one turnin 16 inches. The .32 Special, above mentioned, has also the same length of twist, and may be used with a cartridge loaded with black powder, but this cartridge, being of the bottle-neck type, is much harder to reload than the straight taper shell of the .32-40 and for some reason is less accurate. Many persons object to the use of black powder, but I have no objection to it when used for the proper purposes. It is now largely used by members of rifle clubs for target shooting, and when used in the .32-40 gives an excellent load for all the larger kinds of small game and is 553 generally strong enough for deer and_ black bear, though the cartridge loaded with the high- power smokeless powder is preferable when hunting these animals. ‘The black powder shell of the .32-40 can be cheaply and easily reloaded, so that, eliminating the cost of the shell, which can be used many times, the expense of this reloaded ammunition does not exceed one cent for two shots, some claiming as many as four shots for that amount. Besides the inexpensive- ness of this reloaded cartridge, there is no more accurate shooting cartridge on the market and in use than the black powder .32-40; and, as it has a lubricated bullet, it does not wear the rifling of the barrel. The wearing out of the rifling of the barrel is one of the worst features of the metal-patched bullets. In conclusion, to sum up the advantages of the .32-40 with the nickel barrel, which is sighted, as stated above, for high-power ammu- nition, we have first, an accurate and strong shooting high-power arm. In the second place, by changing the elevation of the rear sight one may possess a high-grade low-power rifle of unsurpassed accuracy. And third, the .32-40 shell, being a straight taper, can be easily reloaded, so that the expense of ammunition, for one willing to reload his own cartridges, does not exceed that for the ammunition used in the .22 calibre rim-fire rifle. From the foregoing facts it will be seen that a better “all-around rifle” and one in all respects more satisfactory than the .32-40 high-power has yet to be pro- duced. ED). Dm TA Preur. Utica, N. Y. Trap-Shooting Loads In this part of the country game is getting to be so scarce that it is hardly worth going after. Several of us are now turning our at- tention to trap shooting, and we should like to hear from some of the experts. While trap shooting is not such good sport as field shooting, it is fun, nevertheless, and there are bound to be more and more trap shooters and less game shooters as the country becomes more populated. Will some one who knows tell us the best loads for clay pigeons? Is a 2? shell to be pre- ferred to a 23-inch shell, when one uses 3 drams of powder and 1% ounces of shot? What size shot is best? Would a man be likely to make good scores using a cylinder and No. 8 shot at the 16-yard mark ? All advice will be thankfully received. Syracuse, N. Y. F. R. ALLEN. High Ground in Athletics BY A. B. WEGENER One sign that the world is growing better is that we no longer lie complacently and let low standards of life’s activities use us for a high- way. The agitation about ‘Frenzied Finance,” ‘Cooperate Corruption,” ‘‘ Misuse of Wealth”’ does not show that conditions are worse than formerly, but that we see more plainly their corrupting influence and have girded ourselves to battle. What is true of economic and social condi- tions is equally true of competitive athletics. We have allowed the principles of other activi- ties to dominate us and become slaves to un- worthy practices. There is a voice calling in this wilderness— repent! For three years has this voice calied, and all but in vain. Those who have heard have replied that the call is too high, too ideal, too far ahead of the times. As though any high ground were too high and any time too prema- ture for the best. But let us descend from the firmament and come to plain earthly facts: athletics as at pres- ent conducted are rotten. Theirstench has risen and filled our nostrils. Like the fruit in the cel- lar, it has decayed. It was not placed in the cel- tar to rot, but rather to preserve. But that did not keep it from rotting, because the germs of corruption were in the fruit. It is time to reach upward to the fruit-bearing tree and pluck ripe, luscious specimens. The world needs a new standard of competi- tive athletics. It is here. The men who con-.- trol the destinies of school and college athletics are studying the problem on the following basis: Competitive athletics should be purely recrea- tive. If conducted on any other basis than for the pleasure of exercise or the pleasure of sur- passing an opponent in a friendly competition they become perverted. Our work is to promote physical recreation, but not necessarily physical competition. The following practices now in vogue place competitive athletics on the wrong basis: 1. Offering material prizes of more than trifling value. This induces athletes to com- pete for material gain. It has become a ques- tion prevalent among athletes when a meet is proposed, ‘‘What is there in it?” ‘What is up on it?” If told that there is plenty of pleasure they will reply: “If you will put up some junk (prizes) TV’ll go in.” And yet men call this sport! It is rank commercialism. The ab- surdity of saying that a $35 watch is allowed as a prize in amateur sports, but $35 in money is awful. Who has made the difference in com- mercial value between the two? If it is necessary to give prizes of any kind the only recognition should be by certificates or something equally inexpensive. But is it necessary to give prizes of any kind? Why not give prizes in baseball games, or tennis tourna- -ments? Athletes do not expect anything but pleasure from these games. Why otherwise in athletics? The fact that present day athletic contests require prizes proves that they are not recreation, but labor for the contestants. Is that legitimate ? 2. The requiring of entry fees in athletic meets further stamps athletics as commercial. Not only so, but it is gambling. An athlete puts in a certain fee for entry, and if he wins he gets a valuable prize; but if he loses he gets nothing. Is that sport or gambling? Furthermore, the fact that an athlete is re- quired to pay for entering keeps many begin- ners from participating, and thus prevents rather than encourages sport. 3. The practice of encouraging severe con- tests of strength and endurance is positively brutal. No advocate of physical development is consistent who will preach care of health, and then get men to compete and fall prostrate from fatigue and exhaustion after a long run. Marathon races prove the descent of man. The sound principle is to be temperate in all things. Exercises to promote endurance are ail right, but trials and contests of endurance are all wrong. 4. The attempt to control athletics by self- styled governing bodies is ludicrous. It says: ‘Go to, you must play as we want you to play, or you will not be allowed to play at all. So theres. Sh ae The governing body fosters Phariseeism. Those same rules are irrational and illogical in placing all professionals in one class. There AMATEUR ATHLETICS is a great distinction between a professional teacher or promoter and a professional athlete. Also between either of these and a part pro- fessional, and the same standard of ethics can never with justice be made to fit all alike. It certainly is right to teach physical training. It may not be wrong to make one’s living by publicly exhibiting one’s physical ability on the stage or in the circus or on the athletic field, but it surely is not so lofty an ambition as the teaching profession. Likewise, there is a great difference between men who are working on salaries in shop, store or office who make a little money on the side by teaching and another in like position who makes a little on the side by competing in sports for money. Therefore, it should be our duty to foster the teaching of physical training, but to make it impossible to get money in competition. 5. The question of requiring athletes to be registered and games to be sanctioned dis- courages sport and puts it still further on a commercial basis, as though this were needed before athletes could have some fun! 6. The practice of making inducements to get great crowds to witness sports of any kind is wrong. It was the destruction of the ancient games. The Coliseum appealed to the debas- ing qualities in man, and always will. This is the decline of football. Show! show! show! is that what athletics are for? No, but rather to participate in. It fosters pride in the contestant who loves to “‘show off” before an audience. Away with the seating capacity. Enlarge the facilities for wholesale participation in enjoyable sports. Do away with need of detail supervision. 7. Another wrong is shown in the strenuous life of training to turn out a winning team. The appeal to raaintain the supremacy of an institu- tion in athletics is pride in a false standard for an institution. Moreover, it misuses athletics for wrong ends by inducing men to work, train and agonize to beat the other team when with- out it the athlete would not enter that sport. It is no sport for him. He is working for his association or college and the conclusion is that if it is work he should get paid for adver- tising. ‘Thus at one stroke this places so-called sport out of the realm of physical pleasure or recreation, and shows again that it is commer- cial. 8. The standard of sport in any community rests with the personnel of physical instructors and promoters of sport in any locality. No out- side organization can control sport there except through them. It is their business. They are more largely interested in that community than 555 any one else can be, and the standard of sport must rest with them. It is the spirit of vile persecution and bigotry for any other company of men to seek to step in and outlaw athletes who do not live up to others’ notions. Sport for sport’s sake is no idle slogan. In place of the present self-styled governing bodies there is needed an advisory and educative body, who, in place of giving so much nervous energy to police duty, shall teach and spread abroad ethics of sport and who shall win to produce a wide- spread participation in healthful and pleasur- able physical exercises by seeking to influence National, State and Municipal legislation in establishing public gymnasiums, baths and athletic fields under careful supervision. Away with narrowness, smallness and bigotry of a sacred few. Give us a full, free, joyous gospel of sport. Unknit thy brow, slacken thine aching nerves. Work not at thy play. Unloose the shackles. Come, let us en- joy our pleasures. College Baseball and Lacrosse The opening of the intercollegiate baseball season brought two surprises—the drubbing of the Yale team, the champions of 1905, by the University of Pennsylvania nine and _ the victory of Princeton over Cornell by 3 to 1. Jackson, Yale’s best pitcher, was substituted by a youngster named Parsons, who lost the game for the Elis. The U. P. boys played a fast, clean game, their fielding being exception- ally good compared with past performances. The Tigers simply outplayed the Ithacans. Byram, the Princeton pitcher, promises to stand among the best college twirlers of the year. Intercollegiate lacrosse opened well, showing a marked increase in the interest in the game. Although Yale and Princeton have yet to take it up, it is being played in many of the smaller colleges where before the game was not even understood. The teams of the minor colleges continue to show decided superiority, and Swarthmore, as of old, heads the class. The old intercollegiate league and the Inter-Uni- versity League, composed of Columbia, Cor- nell, Harvard and Pennsylvania, have amalga- mated, to the decided advantage of the game When the Elis and the Tigers get into line and the teams of the larger colleges learn the game, we should have some teams worthy of the best Canadian talent. Lacrosse is a game for young men with red blood in their veins, and though there is ample opportunity for dirty playing, it is, on the whole, a much superior game to our present-day football. Subjects for Field Work BY GEO. W. KELLOGG The camera-worker who imagines he must wait for vacation time, or go on a long journey, to find subjects of sufficient interest to photo- graph makes a mistake. If not in the field early in the season as well as early in the day he is missing great opportunities. Whether he lives on the mountain or in the valley, on the plain or near the coast, there is an abundance of available materia! unnoticed and neglected by the average amateur photographer. Such has been the writer’s experience. As he is indebted to others, some of whom never used a camera, for suggestions of possibilities which certain special lines of work offered, so, he hopes, that by his suggestions others may be induced to get out of the ruts and to work along different lines. Don’t go to a mountain top and there try to include in your exposure everything possible in the panoramic scene. Rather take for your subject a rock, a shrub or a tree; and let the other portions of the scene be subordinate to it. A tree, either with its branches naked or in foliage, flower or fruit; a winding brook, either at low water or during or after a freshet; a fogey morning; a rainy day; clouds, sunrise and sunset—all offer a series of ever-changing effects, which to secure and retain on the sensitive plate are worthy the efforts of the most skillful worker. In some city parks are enclosures containing wild animals. Unless the use of cameras there is prohibited, a good photographer may- get permission to go within the enclosures, where with patience and perseverance he may secure pictures without a suggestion that the animals are in captivity. Subsequently a few good prints presented to the superintendent or his assistants will be sufficient to guarantee future concessions as occasions require. here was one who made such a hobby of rocks, ravines and waterfalls that a friend once said to him, “Tell me, if you can, one thing in which you are interested aside from your d d rocks.” Unconsciously the photog- rapher was making a partial photographic record of local geclogy, which subsequently interested some of the faculty of a university and yielded the photographer a substantial return for scientific work which he had un consciously performed. Wild flowers offer a fascinating and in- exhaustible field. One need not hesitate, even though he know little about botany, for others who knew no more have succeeded. For this _ work a camera with a long bellows is desirable. But with a hand camera and a short bellows, or even a box camera with fixed focus lens, by attaching a supplementary portrait lens to the regular lens, the focus will be shortened sufficiently to enable the operator to work close to his subject, and to get a comparatively large image of it on the plate. A tripod is a necessity and snap-shots to be avoided. Go into a colony of foreigners who adhere to foreign customs. Or, if you can, get friendly with some of the Indians on our reservations. A few unmounted prints will make you a good fellow. Be one with them, with your hand camera in commission. Do not have your subjects pose. Wait until they are interested in something, or doing something. Then snap. Get acquainted with the farmers. Try your skill on pictures of them plowing, planting, cultivating, berry and pea picking, haying, harvesting, trading horses. Get out! away from your backyard. Stop making piazza pictures and go to getting something real. The field is so large and the opportunities so many that no camera worker need be in a rut, unless he so elects. Get away from beaten paths. The conventional photographs made at the hunting camp, and about the summer boarding-house, of strings of fish and carcasses of slaughtered game, of groups of grinning faces and with eyes staring at the lens, are too common, tco unsightly, to attract attention. Seek some unfrequented spot in Nature’s garden, even if you-go alone. If accompanied by a fellow worker, let each work cut his pic- ture, instead of doing as did the companions who placed their cameras side by side and each practised on the same subject. Strive to do work of good quality, rather than of a great quantity. Get up early. Try being on your working ground before sunrise; the early hours are the best; make the most of them. When the OF pe PHOTOGRAPHY sun gets high, rest. Later in the day, as the shadows grow longer, work. When possibile, avoid working with the sun shining directly on the back of the camera. Let the light come from one side, or even from the front, provided the lens can be shielded from the direct rays. This may seem like photo- graphic heresy, for the instruction books in substance read, “‘When making an exposure have the sun at your back to avoid fogging the plate.” The kind of fog here referred to is that caused by the direct rays of sunlight passing through the lens to the plate during exposure. There will be no fog of this kind when the sun is on the side and a litile back of the camera. With the light on one side and considerably in front, or over and in front, danger of fog can be obviated by shading the lens with the slide from the plate holder, the hat, by placing the camera in the shadow of a tree, and frequently the photographer can so stand that his shadow shall fall across the lens. But, in all cases, care should be taken that the object used for shading the lens shall not cut off any part of the view from the plate. Better effects of light and shade and, generally, a more pleasing picture will be secured by one of these methods than when the light comes directly from behind the camera. If the amateur, instead of dabbling at ran- dom into many branches of the work, will take up one line and follow it systematically until he has mastered it, then successively start on other lines, pursuing each in the same manner as he did the first, the sooner will he qualify himself to meet emergencies and, even under trying and unfavorable conditions, to produce good work in various branches. Exposure The term ‘‘normal exposure” is ambiguous; it is a rock over which the beginner stumbles. It has no established standard, and there is not written the chapter clearly defining it. There is no general rule for exposure. To secure a good negative a certain amount of light action is essential; but there may be an increase of that light action, or exposure, and a negative equally as good obtained. This latitude in exposure varies with the amount and the intensity of the light action on the plate or film. In a shady ravine, the woods in summer, or an interior, the latitude is greater than in an open field. There will be more lati- tude when working with a small stop than with the open lens. * “Even as we were writing the first lines of this article, the postman brought two letters: one from Pennsylvania, stating that the corre- 557 spondent’s plates are either over or under ex- posed, and asking if we recommend a certain maker’s exposure meter. ‘The other letter is from Minnesota, and says “Is it best to use an exposure meter?” is the question so often asked by the novice. He then argues that a better way is to keep a record of each exposure, to which one can refer after a few dozen ex- posures, and find the correct time for any sub- ject; and then writes, “‘This is a far more accurate way than to find out the strength of light by the use of printing-out paper, as new paper prints faster than old and the different brands vary in the time required to print to a given shade.” To the above inquiries we would say we know men who use exposure meters who are strong advocates in their favor. But having had no occasion to use an exposure meter our- selves we are not in a position either to recom- mend or condemn. Twenty years ago we were working on the seemingly complicated problem of exposure. We never let an article on the subject pass without reading it. All indicated that there was but one exposure which was right, and that all others were wrong. None helped us in the solution of the exposure prob- lem. We worked always in doubt and with no confidence until we tried the following experiment, which was suggested to us by a veteran photographer: Select a subject, and when it is in focus be sure that the general illumination on the ground glass is uniform; that one side is not strongly lighted and the other in deep shadow. Insert the plate holder, but instead of drawing the slide as usual, draw it but a short distance, a half-inch or an inch. Make a short exposure, a half-second or a second in the field, or a quarter or half-minute for an interior. ‘Then draw the slide a half-inch or an inch farther; expose, giving the same time as was given for the first. Repeat until all of the plate is ex- posed. The negative when developed will show a series of exposures, the last of which will be timed the least, the next twice as much as the last, and so on. If ten exposures were made, and the time given each one second, the negative will show the result of a series of exposures running consecutively from one to ten seconds. From this the photographer can easily determine, not only the correct ex- posures, but also the latitude. It will be well to repeat the experiment several times, but under different conditions of lighting, and using a different stop for each experiment. This experiment is also a good one for de- termining the exposure in the printing of gas- light papers, bromide enlarging and lantern slide making by having all but a small part of 558 RECREATION the plate or paper covered during the first exposure, and then successively uncovering the additional parts until all is exposed. We tried this series of experiments but once. That solved for us the problem of exposure in negative-making. The negatives then obtained were the charts by which we determined our latitude. Knowing the results obtained by a given exposure, with a certain quality of light andaspecified stop, we calculated ourexposures, not for the minimum nor the maximum length in which there could be obtained a good - negative, but about midway between these factors, and it was seldom that we went wrong. If the beginner will learn, by experiment, his latitude he can more easily determine an ex- posure which will give a good negative. He will soon acquire confidence and eventually be making his exposures by intuition, and making them right. Blue Tones on Platinum Very pleasing moonlight effects may be ob- tained with platinum paper by using the following formula for the developer: @xalatessolutionsGu:3)he asec eee I ounce Ferricyanide of potassium (10 per cent. SOLUON) Fee ee ee cece ee 3 drams Glycerine se eee eee 2 ounces Waters isha aca se eee cls Aas Print rather deeply, and use the brush method of development. When developed, the prints have a greenish tone, which quickly changes to a pretty blue in the acid bath. The said bath to be one-half the strength usually employed for platinotype, and prints to be left in it only long enough to clear the whites. With prints made from contrasty negatives one gets a two-color print, the deeper shadows developing black and the lighter portions of the print coming out a blue similar to that of ‘‘blue- print” paper. Facts About Lenses In speaking of camera lenses, focus is the point at which the rays of light intersect which fall upon the lens parallel to its axis. Back Focus.—This is the distance between the back lens and the ground-glass or the sensitive film when in focus. Focal Length, Focus or Equivalent Focus.— The focus of parallel rays entering the lens. Focal length is the distance from the lens at which the rays of light unite, which fall upon the lens parallel to its axis. The focal length is dependent upon the curvature and combina- tion of the lenses. Depth of focus in a lens is the same for all lenses of the same focus working at the same aperture. Focal difference is the difference in the length of the chemical and optical focus. Dark-Room Hints A little citric acid in the water for rinsing velox prints is a’ good preventive of stains. It is especially useful in hot weather. Alcohol flowed over a plate will stop frilling immediately. But never use alcohol on a film negative, for alcohol will attack the celluloid support and ruin the negative. If you use the pyro developer and, after fix- ing, the negative is of a yellow color, the yellow- ness can be removed by immersing the negative in a saturated solution of alum to which has been added a small quantity of citric acid solution, the amount of the latter not being material. But if the negative is very thin and weak, it will be of a better printing quality if the color is not removed. Our Position To be of equal service to the beginner with a little 2 x 24 camera and the advanced worker who uses a box of mahogany with morocco bellows and fitted with a modern anastigmat; to make no discrimination between the technical and the pictorial worker, and to encourage all to advance and be more progressive, is the pur- pose of this department. We hope to stimulate activity in outdoor work with topics which shall be a help to the worker in summer, fall, winter and spring. We expect to have something practical to say about rainy-day work, enlarging, lantern slides, sensitizing papers, supplementary lenses, color- ing prints and lantern slides and the prepara- tion of colors. If our readers do not see what they want, let them ask. ‘The Camera Depart- ment is for them, and they are invited to use it. In the expression of opinion we shall be governed by our convictions, without catering to any class or being controlled by popular fads. To those who differ with us, we concede that in their opinions they are honest, and the gulf between is not too wide to be bridged. We will not straddle the gulf, but goon recordadvocating a higher order of technical work. Although believing that definition and detail belong to the pictorial as well as to the other branches, we have no quarrel with those who are not of our way of thinking. We seek no proselytes. We court opposition. We will not be silent; and if we displease, we will stand as a target to be shot at. ee ais Sin oe, eee Ra Treatment for Distemper At this season of the year distemper is more than usually rife, and many a valuable puppy falls a victim. By a strange irony of fate, it is generally the pick of the litter that dies; runts and mongrels seem protected by a special provi- dence. While no certain remedy for this most fatal disease is known, there are certain lines of treatment that give a fair average of success, and this is about all we may expect, seeing _ that we do not even know the cause of dis- temiper., . . All dogs are liable to this disease, though the better bred and less hardy breeds suffer the most. Bulldogs are easy victims, and grey- hounds, bloodhounds, pointers and setters pay heavier toll than most of the remaining breeds. The disease is practically confined to dogs under two years of age, and go per cent. of the cases occur in subjects that are in their first year. Like measles in the human species—which it much resembles—distemper is a disease to which youth is more subject than age. Dogs brought up in the country, and isolated from others of their kind, sometimes escape altogether, or if they do take the malady, escape until they are old and strong enough to have a fair chance of fighting it. When puppies of between three and six months become afflicted they are in great dan- ger, as their strength is not sufficient to enable them to fight the disease, and. when death occurs it is usually the result of exhaustion, unless brought about by complications of a relapse. The first symptoms are listlessness and loss of energy. A pup that always welcomed his master with vivacity, and had been most eager to accompany him, now shows a reluctance to move, flings himself heavily down to rest, seeks the warmest and darkest corners and responds to caresses by a feeble tail-wag instead of the old boisterous response. The wise master will, on the first appearance of such symptoms, watch his dog very carefully for further de- velopments. Within a day or two a discharge will probably begin from the eyes and nose, and the dog show more indisposition to move, and there will probably be an almost total loss of appetite. Beyond a mild dose of some laxa- tive, syrup of buckthorn being one of the best or else calomel, little can be given in the way of medicine. This is a point to be remembered, for the dog is in a feverish condition and re- quires rest and quiet, together with concen- trated liquid nourishment, far more than drugs. If you allow your dog to take a chill he will die, and if you feed him with solid food at this stage of the disease it will probably be fatal. Procure some flannel, and sew it about his chest and ribs; provide a warm basket or box of clean straw for him to rest in, and see that the straw is changed every day. If possible, it is better to have the sick puppy where you can keep your eye on him, and no place answers better than a corner near the kitchen stove, when the cook can be made to see the reason- ableness of this course. For several days your patient will get steadily worse, and you will have to force nourishment down his throat, for you must endeavor to keep up his strength, the disease being a tre- mendous tax on the sufferer. Borax is one of the most useful drugs in treating the discharge from the nose and eyes. Sponge the eyes frequently with a weak solu- tion, and if the nostrils are plugged up spray them with a similar solution. But do not worry- the dog with too much fussing. Taking its temperature, per rectum, as some advise, at frequent intervals can serve no good purpose, and merely alarms an animal that needs sooth- ing and petting. A clever, kind-hearted woman —one of the old-fashioned motherly sort—will pull more pups through than all the vets in the land. The three cardinal principles should be: (1) Warmth. (2) Liquid nourishment until the fever has abated, and (3) Not too much fussing with the patient. Even in bad cases the dog is generally on the mend or doomed within three weeks of the first symptoms. Complications such as pneu- monia, or the “‘yellows,” 2. e., inflammation of the liver, are usually fatal, and if the disease attacks the brain, as it often does, or the belly, the chances are that your puppy will die. Supposing, however, that all has gone well and that at the end of ten days or so the animal’s temperature is down to 102 degrees, you must then begin to try and build up his strength, or 560 RECREATION he may slip through your hands just as the case seems hopeful. Beef, iron and wine— home-made for safety—in doses of three tea- spoonfuls every three hours is as good as any- thing. The best wine is sherry, and the beef extract should have been made under super- vision, as one cannot afford to take chances, and patent medicines are not always what the labels claim. For the first few days the bowels will prob- ably be constipated and you will have to give the remedies already indicated every second day; later on they may be just the reverse. Then a mixture of tincture of opium, two drachms; subnitrate of bismuth, half an ounce; syrup of rhubarb, one ounce, and chalk mixture, three ounces, may be given in tablespoonful doses every two or three hours, to puppies of large breeds, or less to smaller animals. When a dog has had distemper he will be weak and spiritless for some time, and it often retards his growth and development, but with care he will eventually recover, and then his chances of living to a good age are bright, for of all the ills to which dog flesh is heir, none is so fatal as distemper. It must be a disease of civilization, for wild dogs do not appear to suffer from it, though the half-Indian dogs of the Northern and Western tribes sometimes fall victims by the hundred. The Indian does nothing to help the sick animal, notwithstanding that without a team of sleigh dogs he is very badly off. So the poor “husky” worries along, making the best fight he can, and if the game goes against him, yield- ing up the ghost under some bush without aid or comfort from his savage master. But civil- ized man has got too far from the brute to see his best friend suffer, while he remains stolid and inert. It is our duty to do all we can for our dog, but we must not make the mistake of overdosing him nor of driving him into his grave by fussing when what he most craves is rest and quiet. The Pocket Greyhound There is hardly a breed of dog known, writes H. Jenkins, of Bridgeport, Conn., that has not been boomed at one time or another in the United States, yet there is one exception, and it is a marvelously strange one, seeing that few better breeds for sport exist. I refer to the whippet, “‘the poor man’s greyhound.” The only State where I have found much interest taken in this breed is New Jersey, and even there it is mostly the foreign mill operatives that keep this smart little dog. Big dogs are all very well in their way, but where high rents prevail and quarters are cramped, it is the smaller animal that affords the most fun. The whippet is built on the same lines almost as the greyhound, though he shows strong evi- dence of the terrier, to which he owes about half his blood. He is also somewhat like the Italian greyhound, but stouter, and by no means the toy that little shivering dog is. The whippet may be bred and trained either for actual sport, 7.e., rabbit coursing, or for racing. His speed is nearly triple that of a man, as a crack dog covers the usual course, 200 yards in length, in 12 seconds. Though dogs weighing up to 26 pounds are often seen running, the best judges limit the weight to about 24 pounds, and they may be as small as 14 pounds, for whippet races are always handi- caps. I hope, some day, to see this sport “catch on” in the United States. The merry beagle has come to stay, and there is no reason why the whippet should not also become popular. Un- fortunately, there is much fraud in whippet rac- ing in the home of its birth, namely, the north of England, but that is, of course, no reason why it should not become a favorite sport, for the same criticism applies to the turf and to ath- letics—in fact, to all trials of speed. If there are any old whippet owners and trainers among the readers of RECREATION, I hope they will tell us something about the sport and try and make whippet racing a go on this side of the pond. Simplicity in Training No two dogs have exactly the same natural ability, no two the same traits of character. Hence it follows that no set rule or rules should govern any dog’s training. Much better simply teach the dog to obey you promptly when called to heel, and let him hunt in his own way, than attempt to direct his every movement. So, for your own sake and for the dog’s, if you are “breaking in” a youngster this summer for the fall work you will do best to confine the training to merely getting well acquainted with the dog, teaching him to mind explicitly two or three commands and giving him plenty of exercise in the field. ‘““Come here” (on the whistle—one short and one long blast), “‘Heel,” ‘“Go on” and ‘“‘Ho”’—the latter to stop the dog at a distance, and to be substituted by a long blast on the whistle—are sufficient to govern any good field dog, and if the dog learns them well and obeys them promptly the average sportsman will need nothing more save ‘‘bird sense,”’ which the dog must inherit and which he must develop in his own way. High Art in Motor Boats A speed of 31.3 miles an hour, maintained for the distance of one kilometre over a sea course, by a 26-foot automobile boat, the “Seasick,” is the latest motor boat world’s record. It was made at Monaco on April 17 in the final race for the Prince of Monaco Cup, and Lancia, the celebrated Italian automobile driver, was at the wheel. The still water record for the same distance, made last year by the ‘‘Dubonnet,” is 1.063 (33.8 miles an hour). Fast going for 26-foot craft, surely; but it is this racing game that is giving to the power boat users of the world the privilege of going about on the water with corresponding celerity to that with which they have become accustomed to travel on land. It was only recently that we talked with an entertaining Canadian, Mr. John E. Eaton, of Toronto, when he said: ‘‘T used to be satisfied to own one or two ten- mile-an-hour horses for my running about in business and for recreation. But when the automobiles began to double discount me I experienced a change of heart. Even then, I never imagined making better than ten-mile time on the water. Somehow I always seemed reconciled to making haste slowly when I went a-sailing. But now, sir, what do you think? Tve been and bought me a 35-foot pleasure launch that the builders guarantee will give me a speed of 20 miles an hour! It is tolaugh, now, isn’t it? And I am going to name my boat the ‘Laugh a Lot.’ I’m going to use it on the Muskoka Lakes.” Mr. Eaton’s ‘‘Laugh a Lot” has since been launched. It was built at Bayonne, N. J., by the Electric Launch Company, and to give the reader an idea of what is being bought as the best all-around type of pleasure launch, we will say that an exact duplicate of the ‘“‘Laugh a Lot,” which is called the ‘Beat It,” has been sold to William Fleitman, of New York, for use at Bar Harbor, and give the specifications. These two boats are 35 feet long, 5° feet 6 inches beam and 30 inches draught, and in building them the idea has been to furnish a high-speed pleasure boat. The guaranteed speed is 20 miles an hour and those already in use have made 22 miles. The hull is built of | mahogany and the upper works and interior fittings are also of mahogany. The planksheer is of oak and the contrast between the two woods gives a very artistic effect. In the cockpit are four individual automobile seats and one rear seat which extends across the boat, thus giving room for seven in the cockpit. A glass wind shield is provided to give protection from head winds and flying spray and the entire seating space is covered with a Cape Cart folding automobile hood equipped with side curtains. Forward of the seating space a cross seat is built to accommodate two persons and is for the helmsman and a mechanician. The engines are forward. The motor is of four cylinders, auto marine type and 60 horse-power. The cylinders are 6-inch bore by 6-inch stroke. This motor is protected by a metal hood and there is plenty of room to work around it. For a cruising launch, and something a little more luxurious, a good representative type is a boat which was recently built for a Southern yachtsman by this same company and taken South by the ‘‘outside route” in April. This boat is 93 feet long, 13 feet 6 inches beam on deck and a depth of 7 feet moulded. The boat embodies excellent seaworthy qualities, speed and comfortable cabin accommodations. The ~ hull is most substantially built, the frames are of heavy oak, the planking of selected yellow pine and it is copper and bronze fastened throughout. There are five watertight bulk- heads and plenty of room inside for large cabins. At the forward end there is a large chain locker with room for an electric power capstan with a deck control. Next comes the forecastle, which is equipped with two Pullman berths, toilet and lavatory. This is finished in oak and has large ports for light and ventilation. The owner’s quarters are next aft and are enclosed with plate glass windows and Venetian blinds. The headroom in these quarters is 7 feet 6 inches. The joiner work is in African mahogany with eggshell finish. There are two wide Pullman berths with deep drawers underneath, a large solid mahogany dresser with deep, wide drawers, and other furnishings in this apart- ment. A private bathroom adjoins the owner’s saloon and this has a porcelain tub, shower 562 bath, porcelain basins and toilet fixtures. The sides of this bathroom are finished in white enamel up to the wainscoting, with mahogany panelling above and a porcelain flooring. The engine room is amidships the full width of the boat and 15 feet 6 inches long. This is finished in mahogany. There is a large bridge deck over the engine space, from which point the yacht will be handled. Nextaft comes the galley, and specialattention has been paid to the equipment of this apart- ment. It has.a large range with nickel fittings, oven, warming closets, and is large enough to cook a meal for thirty persons. There is a large ice box, glass-lined, and the usual sink, cup- boards and closets. Aft of the galley, by a short passageway, the main saloon is reached. This is fitted with four extra wide Pullman berths and the saloon is finished in African mahogany. This, too, is enclosed with plate glass windows and there is a large deck skylight. The stairs leading to the deck aft are of solid mahogany and the entrance doors and hatch are also of mahogany. The after deck is 15 feet long and is covered with awnings, green lined. Teak bulwarks surround the main decks, with mahogany and brass railings. The motive power consists of two 100 horse-power six cylinder reversible Standard motors. Eight hundred gallons of gasoline can be carried in the copper fuel tanks. The yacht is equipped with a complete electric light plant and storage batteries. The dynamos are driven by an auxiliary engine, which also furnishes power to an air compressor and bilge and deck pumps. Electric fans are installed throughout the boat and the electricity runs a powerful searchlight and electric stoves. An eleciric pump is also fitted to the baths and it is only necessary to touch a button and the bath will be filled with water. Two 14-foot tenders are carried on the davits. Missouri May Build Roads Missourians are reviving a plan made years ago by the late George M. Lane, of St. Louis, for two great trans-Missouri highways. Mr. Lane’s plan was for the State to build, utilizing convict labor, one road from St. Louis to Kansas City, and another from the Arkansas line to Iowa, thus dividing the commonwealth into four sections. Tributary roads could be built at the discretion of the various counties. But Lane’s bill was sidetracked in the Legis- lature for a measure allowing counties to increase the levy for road improvement. The Supreme Court having declared invalid the constitutional amendment authorizing counties to make the additional levy, the plan is once more being agitated, and in all prob- RECREATION ability the next Legislature will be called upon to take it under advisement. How the Automobile Helped in ’Frisco Automobiles played a most important part in the relief work in San Francisco after the disas- trous earthquake and subsequent scourge of fire. L. L. Whitman, who earned fame as a transcontinentalist, was in the thick of the panic, and the following letter to the H. H. Franklin Company, Syracuse, N. Y., dated Salinas, Cal., April 21, graphically describes his experiences: “TI sent a telegram to you to-day, but it may be delayed in transit. With my wife I escaped from the destroyed city of San Francisco after three days of awful wreckage and horror. I got out the old, faithful transcontinental car, threw away the hamper, and carried fleeing people to Golden Gate Park, where thousands slept in the open and watched the fire. “The panic of the people was terrible. Mar- tial law was enforced and the soldiers from the Presidio held the city. Many were shot for not obeying orders. I had a rifle shoved in my face by a soldier while I was after people in my auto- mobile. One driver who refused to obey was shot in his machine. The police pressed into service any automobile they wanted and drove them till they lay stranded in the streets. I can’t begin to describe the awful scenes.” E. P. Brinegar, the San Francisco representa- tive of the Winton Company, sent the following letter to the home office in Cleveland, O.: “‘T presume you are anxious to know of the situation here. Can outline the matter by saying that hell could not be compared to San Fran- cisco at the present time. Our building was within too feet of the dead line when the fire stopped. The building was damaged but slightly, being a wooden structure with metallic lath and plaster on the outside. The police and army officials have taken all our automobiles, old and new, and placed them in the hospital and other service, also confiscated parts, tires, gasoline, etc. We are glad, however, to be able to render this service to aid the suffering. I want to say here that without the aid of auto- mobiles the suffering would have been ten-fold and the loss of life probably much greater. Every available machine has been working day and night, and the owners of cars have done most heroic work.. Most of the boys have seen no sleep since the hour of the earthquake. At least 100,000 people are camped in Jefferson Square, just across the street from our building. The great work done by the automobile in con- nection with our disaster proves afresh the wonderful adaptability of the self-propelled vehicle.” AMERICAN ARCHERY Recreation is the Official Publication of the National Archery Association Something About Archery BY GEORGE E. COGHILL, PH. D. In the choice of a man’s recreation one should choose that which not only gives him sufficient muscular exercise and full respiration, but which will give him, also, as large an amount of pleasure as possible; for the pleasurableness of an exercise is one test of its value. During his period of recreation a man’s care and worry should be completely submerged by the gush of youthful enthusiasm. Only under these conditions does physical exercise yield even its full physical value. But there should be more than the physical consideration entering into the matter of recreation. One’s recreation should possess something of an artistic and esthetic value. It should be of such a nature that through participating in it and through love for it one will become a more cultured gentleman. All of these requirements are ideally met in the most historic of games—archery. As to muscular exercise and respiration archery is fully adequate, and especially so because it can be followed from childhood to old age. As the muscles strengthen the bow can be adjusted to the increasing strength. As old age approaches and the muscles begin to tire under the arduous work of the younger man, the bow can again be fitted to the man, while the muscles themselves and the eye need not lose their cunning. Indeed, it is a noteworthy fact that many of the leading archers of all times have been men of advanced years. In fact, the fascination of the long bow seems to grow stronger in the faithful archer as his years advance, even as Robin Hood, through the lattice of his chamber, shot his last arrow to mark the spot of his grave. But to illustrate the nature of the physical exercise which is involved in the pursuit of archery, it might be said that, in shooting a Single York Round, which is 72 arrows at 100 yards, 48 arrows at 80 yards and 24 arrows at 60 yards, the archer must walk 2,080 yards if he uses two targets, and twice that if he has only one target. If he uses a bow which pulls forty-five pounds, which is the ordinary weight for men, he has drawn, in all, 6,480 pounds. This work has been done by a direct pull across the chest, an exercise which puts all the muscles of the back and shoulders in most perfect tonus, and forces the most perfect respiration. In fact, no form of exercise could surpass archery for the purpose of straightening up stooped shoulders and expanding the collapsed chest and lungs. Nothing can take the place of archery for the man who is confined over a desk in his daily work. But there are other important features of archery from the purely physical point of view. To make a successful shot with the bow one must bring every muscle of the body under most perfect control and into most perfect coordination with the eye. This factor itself is of important educational significance—the factor of self-control at a trying moment. When the bow is full drawn every muscle must be in the highest tension, the body in absolute equilibrium, the bow held as if in a vise and the point of the arrow on the mark. Then the string must bound from the fingers without a waver or jerk. These are only some of the elements of archery, and there is a lifetime of study in them. As to the pleasurable features of archery much might be said. The long walks between targets afford opportunity for cultivating most delightful companionships. But ‘the archer frequently participates in his sport alone, nor is he likely to become lonely at it. The quick recoil of the bow and the flight of the arrow are most exhilarating. The study of the arrow’s flight and the point of aim and the allowance to be made for the wind all become a delight to the archer; and, finally, when victory comes and the arrow, lifted on a curve of superb grace, descends upon the face of the target, the archer’s soul knows no keener joy. But much as may be said of the physical and pleasurable features of archery, the story would not be half told if the esthetic element in the sport were omitted. In this respect archery, we believe, stands far superior to all other sports. In antiquity, certainly, and in historic 564 RECREATION associations it is unique. Other sports may date far back into the centuries past, but they were always sports. ‘The art of using the long bow, on the other hand, was perfected in the battles of nations and it has determined the destinies of peoples. Its significance to our ancient forefathers, and through them to us, is inestimable. For this reason alone the pres- ervation of the art of archery is a worthy cause for modern civilization to support. But from the point of view of the present alone archery has much of art in it. The long bow itself, cut from the rare wood of the yew, is a thing of rare beauty. Its timber must be selected and secured under the scrutiny of the crafty woodsman, to whom years of experience alone can teach the subtle marking of bark and fibre. Indeed, from the first stroke of the axe which fells the graceful yew, through the years of care and study in the process of preparation, the bow is a work of art. And in its completed form, with its graceful curves, its quiet and quick recoil, the perfected bow is, indeed, an inspiration to the sportsman who loves the art of archery. What has been said of archery for men is equally applicable to women. Indeed, in its applicability to women as an exercise it has absolutely no objectionable feature. There are no sudden, jerky movements; no strain by lifting or reaching movements. It strengthens the muscles of the back, keeps them in perfect condition and, therefore, contributes to an erect and graceful carriage. It strengthens the hand and is a most effectiv- means of develop- ing the graceful arm oth in movement and form. It expands the chest, and by effecting more perfect respiration contributes vitality and grace to the whole person. Certainly no form of recreation will do more than archery to develop the natural dignity and poise of a woman’s figure. It is a credit to the American sportsman that he is rallying with new enthusiasm to the call of archery. Without a scar of professionalism in the past or present, this ancient game offers to men and women a rational and efficient form of recreation which, in its historic asso- ciations and in the companionship it brings upon the range, may be made the source of much pleasure and refinement. Of Interest to All Archery Clubs The following was issued in April as a cir- cular to Chicago archers: The time is near at hand when we can begin practice on our ranges in Washington Park, which have been more than doubled in width and other- wise improved, through the courtesy of Mr. J. Frank Foster, Superintendent of the South Parks. Last season we were crowded for room, and this season we shall have use for the extra space given us. I desire to call your attention to the fact that at the last annual meeting of the Chicago Archers, held December 9, 1905, the following resolution was adopted, as will be remembered by those who were present: “That on each Saturday, beginning on the first Saturday in May, and ending on the last Saturday in October, there shall be competitions for Club championships; at the York Round and the Team Round for men, and at the National Round and the Columbia Round for women. ““At the close of the competition, those archers who have reported ten or more scores shall have their scores averaged, and those having the highest averages shall be declared champions for the year. “The above weekly contests shall also be handi- caps, and each archer’s handicap shall be changed as often as in the judgment of the field captain seems best. “Each handicap shoot shall be a contest in itseliea The rules of the club also require that each member shall furnish the field captain each week a detailed report in writing of all practice and cham- pionship scores made during the preceding week. These should be sent at once after the Saturday contests, that results may be announced as soon as possible and handicaps arranged for the next meet- ing. Congratulating the archers on our fine prospects for the coming season, I remain, Fraternally yours, EDWARD B. WESTON, Field Captain, Chicago Archers. The National Meet The annual meeting of the National Archery Association of the United States will be held in Boston, Mass., on the 21st, 22d and 23d of August. It is hoped that archers will arrange their vacations so that they can attend this important and always most pleasurable event. Indoor Archery In London In the announcement of the meeting, C. Pownall, Esq., Honorable Secretary, says: “Tt is scarcely necessary to point out to archers that the above affords an opportunity, never before available, of shooting the National and York Rounds, under cover and in any weather, in a warmed building.” The meeting took place on the 6th and 7th of March, at Olympia, a huge building having a glass roof and a beautifully carpeted floor. Over one hundred archers took part, fine scores were made and the meeting was a com- plete success. ae Yea ig] N OUR healthy outdoor J’ American life, a refrigerator Y basket or hamper is a prime necessity. When the ther- mometer is flirting with the (, 100 degree mark and every one <<{ who can is pulling out for the ~ cool of the country, it means fresh, cool, appetizing victuals—a befitting accompaniment to the grateful shade of the greenwood tree in soothing heat-troubled humanity. Get the illustrated booklet of the Burlington Basket Company and post up on the Hawkeye refrigerator basket. Address, 503 Main Street, Burlington, Iowa. There’s a lot of invaluable information for shooters in the 1906 Marlin catalogue. It’s free for three stamps postage, with the Marlin Experience Book, which tells many vivid tales of Marlin prowess. Address The Marlin Fire Arms Company, 30 Willow Street, New Haven, Conn. If you want a gun that will fit you, not a hand- me-down affair that you could never get used to in a lifetime, you will do well to correspond with the Ithaca Gun Company. This concern can fit you in any weight and gauge, and the gun will balance and fit so as to seem a part of you. Grades from $17.75 to $300. Send for art cata- logue and address Lock Box 3, Ithaca, N. Y. These days, when a man orders a motor boat he wants a fast one. A Fay & Bowen marine engine supplied the power for the launch which took one first and one second at the Palm Beach motor boat races in February. And as for relia- bility, a Fay & Bowen engine came in first in the Chicago-Mackinaw endurance run last sum- mer, running the thirty-nine hours without a single stop. It’s a reliable two-cycle engine started without a crank. Send for free catalogue of engines and power boats to Fay & Bowen Engine Company, 74 Lake Street, Geneva, NY. Surely you will be interested in George Carle- ton’s story in the present number of how he made a success of his motor canoe. If you are inspired to go and do likewise, allow us to counsel that you use only the best make of canoe. Vibration, you know, is fatal to cheap workmanship, and we wouldn’t advocate put- ting a motor in just an “‘ordinary” canvas cov- ered paddling canoe. But given a good canoe, one like those made by Rushton, then it be- comes quite another matter. Get a catalogue from J. H. Rushton, 817 Water Street, Canton, N. Y., and when you order your canoe, tell Mr. Rushton what you intend doing with it. Rush- ton has been at it for thirty-one years, and he knows how. The new No. 3 folding Brownie camera placed on the market by the Eastman Kodak Company works like a kodak. You don’t have to focus. Takes pictures 34 by 4}. Daylight all the way—loading, unloading, developing and printing without a dark room. Just the camera to slip in the pocket of your coat when you go off hunting or fishing. Catalogue free. Address the Eastman Kodak Company, Rochester, N. Y. A great many rowboat owners are cutting out doing the donkey work this year by converting their craft into motor launches. And no won- der, since it can be done for so small a money outlay. A three-horse-power Detroit Auto- Marine motor can be bought for less than fifty dollars, and it is made so manifestly fool-proof, is so easy to install and so easy to operate, that owners of strongly built rowboats find the plan works admirably. Write for free catalogue of motors of from one to twenty horse-power to the Detroit Auto-Marine Company, 77 East Con- gress Street, Detroit, Mich. Duxback sportsmen’s clothing combines the advantage of a reasonably good fit with protec- tion against rain. Waterproofed by a process which permits thorough ventilation. Patent bellows under arms give extra ventilation and freedom of movement with gun or rod. See advertisement elsewhere in this issue, or address Bird, Jones & Kenyon, Blandina Street, Utica, N.Y: H. Channon Company, 28 Market Street, Chicago, Ill., manufacture campers’ supplies. To get the free circular on tents, address Desk 10 EK. If interested in motor boats you should get the new catalogue of the Rochester Gas Engine Company. The Interstate trophy at the Hud- son River Carnival last year was won by the 566 RECREATION “Duro,” a 25-foot semi-racer, equipped with a Rochester engine; this after running under her own power from Rochester to New York. Address 711 Driving Park Avenue, Rochester, Nex. Abercrombie and Fitch Company’s new cata- logue, issued May 1 from the company’s new place of business, No. 57 Reade Street, New York City, will prove of much interest to all readers of this magazine. It contains 320 pages describing and illustr ating every conceivable need of the sports- man. Free if this magazine is mentioned. The American and Canadian Sportsmen’s Association will send you free of charge ‘The Sportsman’s Complete Guide,” which is a very interesting and valuable book of 544 pages. Address P. O. Box 288, ne Ill., and mention this magazine. For the little .22, be sure to get the best ammunition obtainable. The .22 Long Rifle cartridge is a truly wonderful cartridge, if properly loaded, and you owe it to your rifle, if it be a good one, to test it well with this cart- ridge. To be sure, get a box of U. M. C.’s. You can get a lot of interesting and useful data by asking the Union Metallic Cartridge Com- pany, 313 Broadway, N. Y., for the 1906 ammu- nition list. Mention RECREATION. The Detroit Boat Company, Detroit, Mich., purchased the factory recently vacated by the Olds Motor Works, makers of Oldsmobiles, upon the removal of that concern to Lansing. This gives the boat company a factory floor space of four acres, enabling it to turn out an unlimited stock of canoes, boats, launches, etc. This company builds a 20-foot power canoe, which is not an ordinary paddling canoe with a motor installed, but a practical power boat that forspeed, seaworthiness and graceis hard to beat. Catalogues will be mailed free if mention is made of this magazine. Address 1280 Jefferson - Avenue, Detroit, Mich. If you don’t know what to do for the spring fishing fever, just drop a line to C. C. Brown, G. P. & T. A., Bangor and Aroostook Railroad, Bangor, Me., asking him for information about Maine fishing. The 1906 booklet issued by the Boston and Maine Railroad, telling about the fish and game country of northern New England and eastern Canada, will be found interesting and valuable to any one planning a vacation trip. It’s free. Address Passenger Department, Boston and Maine Railroad, Boston, Mass., and mention RECREATION. The Gillette safety razor is not merely an improvement, but a revolution in razors, a distinctive invention that makes shaving a joy. It eliminates time, it destroys the barber habit, it solves the shaving problem, it gives a man a clean, wholesome, attractive face in four minutes. The Gillette Safety Razor Com- pany has the largest factory in the world devoted exclusively to the manufacture of razors; holds patents in twenty-three countries, and is now placing the Gillette razor on the markets of the world. Get the free booklet by addressing the Gillette Sales Company, Times Building, New York City. Mention REecrEa- TION. RECREATION has advertised Korona cameras for many years, and in consequence hundreds and thousands of Koronas have been sold to RECREATION readers. Korona cameras have improved as RECREATION has improved, and every day’s experience teaches the manu- facturers some way to make them better. You can get a free catalogue by addressing the manufacturers, the Gundlach-Manhattan Opti- cal Company, 790 Clinton Avenue, South Rochester, N. Y. The new 1906-1907 catalogue of Truscott boats is perhaps the most complete catalogue of launches and small boats that has been pub- lished by an American builder. Itis particularly interesting for the great number of different styles of motor boats illustrated (from actual photographs) and described. If you are inter- ested in boats you should get a copy. Address The Truscott Boat Manufacturing Company, St. Joseph, Mich., and mention RECREATION. Marble’s safety carver may be justly described as an “eight-inch pocket knife,” for when folded it is absolutely safe and occupies a space of only 5-16 inch thick by 8 inches long. It weighs only 4 ounces. The blade is of razor steel. The U-shaped handle sections are of German silver, heavily reinforced at end where blade bears on them. When open the knife is as rigid as a one-piece knife. Boiling water cannot injure this handle. The knife may be quickly and easily closed by pushing back the clasp, grasping the sides of the blade with one hand and with the other pulling the outer handle down and back; then the blade is folded and the clasp pushed over it. Many guides have seen this knife and all claim it fills to perfection a long felt want. The Marble Com- pany makes a safety saw with 8-inch blade on Ee ee See poets NEW BOOKS the same principle as the carver. It is invalu- able to all people who go into the woods and especially so to the student of forestry and botany. Get a catalogue from the Marble Safety Axe Company, Gladstone, Mich. Pointers to practical bait casters are con- tained in the new booklet of Jas. Heddon & Son, Dowagiac, Mich. Among other things, this booklet explains the advantage of artificial bait, provided you have the right kind of artificial bait and not a piece of painted wood with a fish hook attached. Many fishermen believe that in order to get the best results they should carry an assortment of bait and many have expressed the opinion that all they need is a good assortment of Dowagiac bait. The new booklet mentioned above shows the various Dowagiac minnows in their natural colors. It will be sent free by addressing Jas. Heddon & Son, Dowagiac, Mich. Of especial interest to readers of RECREATION is the Film Premo No. 3 camera, catalogued this year by the Rochester Optical Company, Rochester, N. Y. This compact and beautiful model is ideal for those who seek recreation out of doors, possessing those qualities of com- pactness, ease of manipulation and absolute trustworthiness so essential in the camera which shall be a part of our vacation outfits. This camera uses exclusively the Premo film pack. The operation of the film pack is simplicity personified. A door is opened, the film pack placed inside, the door closed and all is ready for exposures. And there is the additional advantage of being enabled to develop at any time one or more exposures without waiting until the entire pack of twelve is exposed. In purchasing one has the choice of two excellent automatic shutters of different style and two different lenses. This camera is well worth investigation and we would advise our readers to write the manufacturers for a catalogue. Our proof-reader has been deeply absorbed in the ‘Mystery of the Blue Goose,” and the Chinook words were running in his mind when he corrected Mr. Beard’s article on the squaw hitch, in the May number; consequently he made the definition of the aparejo and the alforja and the pack saddle interminably mixed. For the benefit of the tenderfeet, we will say that the aparejo is a pad which is placed over the blanket on the pack animal’s back. The alforjas are the raw-hide saddle bags which are attached to the pack saddle and slung on each side. NEW BOOKS There were some folks who knew Andy Adams, the Cripple Creek, Colo., cowboy author, who prophesied that his “Log of a Cow- boy” would be his last and only book. But the erstwhile cowpuncher, who has the distinction of being the author of the best story of the life of the old-time cowboys and cattlemen, has since published three other books equally as good. All four are ‘“cowboy books,” and so now Mr. Adams stands forth as the apostle and historian of the American cowboy. In “The Outlet,” that interesting character Tom Quirk, with whom we became so well ac- quainted in Mr. Adams’ first book, now in the employ of Don Lovell, has charge of the exciting drive from Texas to Fort Buford, on a government beef contract. There is more action and less minute description of detail, so that it is even more entertaining than ‘“The Log of a Cowboy,” while just as circumstantial and veracious in its picture of the drive. Mr. Adams’s descriptions of the tricks of the trade, the loyalty of man to man and the good fighting qualities which are pitted against treachery and sharp practices in this life on the plains are worth reading. Great variety of incident and abundant action mark the fourteen cowboy stories in “‘Cattle Brands,”’ and readers of the earlier books by Mr. Adams will recognize in some of the characters old friends of the camp-fire and ~ trail. These are tales of the happenings of the cattle country in its least pastoral phases when the men are not on the trail,—stories of the desperado; of man to man difficulties; of queer characters; of the cowboy in the field of politics; the capture of outlaws by rangers; and the ransom of rich rancheros who have been kidnapped—subjects which no other writer is better qualified to handle than this veteran of the trail. Published by Houghton, Mifflin & Co., Boston, Mass. For a sport at once manly and dangerous, the taking of the big game fishes of the ocean with rod and reel and with the spear takes rank with jungle hunting for big game. And favored with opportunities probably not duplicated by any other angler, with the training of a scientist, Charles Frederick Holder has been enabled to relatein his “The LogofaSea Angler” probably more exciting adventures with big game fish than can be found in the writings of any other angler. Between the lines the reader finds a splendid plea for fair play and a high standard of sport. Half of the book is devoted to the author’s experiences in the Florida Keys and the rest to the California, Texas and New England coasts. Published by Houghton, Mifflin & Co., Boston, Mass. Hitchcock’s revised edition of “Every Man His Own Lawyer; Everybody’s Law Book”’ is adapt- ed to every State in the Union. When published some years ago “Every Man His Own Lawyer”’ was sold to the number of hundreds of thousands. The thousands who remember that book will want the new one, and any one, for that matter, will find the revised edition a valuable addition to the library. Hitchcock Publishing Company, New York. “Practical Rowing,” by Arthur W. Stevens, and “*The Effects of Training,’ by Eugene A. Darling, M. D., and publishedin one volume by Little, Brown & Co., Boston, are an excellent addition to the literature of aquatic sports. Mr. Stevens takes up the definition of the terms used in coaching, the way to handle and steer a shell, the work of the men in an eight-oared crew as individuals and later as a crew from the point oi view of the coach. A chapter devoted to sculling will be found helpful to beginners. Dr. Darling’s contribution is an official study of two Harvard University crews at close range and includes observations of football training and overtraining. Charts are given showing effects of training on heart, temperature and weight, with deductions and suggestions—altogether an invaluable contribution to a subject of which there is still far too little general understanding. ““The Race of the Swift,” by Edwin Carlile Litsey, is one of the few commendable nature books telling the life histories of wild animals. Mr. Litsey is a keen observer and he manages to write forcefully without departing from reasonable probability. Nor does he declare in preface that his stories are true chronicles of the lives of certain wild animals of his acquaintance. Published by Little, Brown & Co., Boston, Mass. “The Book of Boats” is a little volume by Raymond Cavanagh in which the author dwells at greatest length on the queer prototypes of the modern small boat, and concludes with a chapter on modern types. It should prove interesting to those who, being boat lovers, desire to know something of primitive methods of building man-handled craft. Published by Raymond Cavanagh, St. Paul, Minn. 568 RECREATION In “‘The Complete Golfer” Harry,Vardon, the celebrated professional, in addition to a most thorough course of instruction for playing the game, gives a very entertaining history of his experience as a golfer. The chapter on ‘The Construction of Courses” should be of much value to clubs in embryo, Mr. Vardon’s wide experience fitting him to write authoritatively concerning this most important phase of starting a golf club. There are some fifty handsome illustrations from photographs and pen-and-ink diagrams, which are invaluable as showing the best methods of play. The rules of the game are given in an appendix. Published by Mc- Clure, Phillips & Co., New York. “Bob aid the Guides,” by Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews, might have been a better book if “Bob” (who, by the way, is Paul Shipman Andrews, and seemingly a youthful brother-in- law of the author) had written it himself, although too much cannot be said for the grace, the spirit and the unvarying skill with which the story is told. No woman can fully under- stand a boy, and least of all one of those rugged chaps, like “Bob,”’ who take to the woods as naturally as a young terrier takes to chasing cats. Another fault of the book is that the narrative is snatched away from the boy and handed over to his big brother when the book is but half finished, and there are chapters, among them “Bill the Trapper,’ which was a magazine short story once and concerns a city lad who trapped his big sister’s beau in a city park, that seem to have been sneaked in to eke out a 350- page book. “Bob” is manifestly more of a success as a boy of the flesh than Mrs. Andrews has been able to make of him in book form. Published by Charles Scribner’s Sons, New York. ** A Self-Supporting Home,” by Kate V. Saint Maur, will prove of value to city wives that are turning to the country for a better lot in life. It narrates the experiences, sometimes costly but always interesting, of the author in estab- lishing a self-supporting home near Chatham, N. J., and takes the reader through the twelve months of the year, making valuable suggestions and giving rules for the care of pet stock, poultry, bees, the family cow and the family horse, and for raising vegetables. While it will hardly be accepted as a text-book by the country bred, there is perhaps no book published which will be of equal value to those unlearned in the ways of country life. Published by The Mac- millan Company, New York. RECREATION’S ADVERTISER Non-Alcoholic “THE POPULAR BEVERAGE FOR ALL THE FAMILY” DUFFY’S APPLE JUICE is natures best drink. It cleanses and tones up the system, reddens the cheek and brightens the eye. Its flavor is the taste of ripe, fresh apples; refreshing and healthful. DUFFY'S APPLE JUICE is pure Apple Juice; uncontaminated by the use of preservatives. It is sterilized and non-alcoholic ; equally refreshing at feast or fireside. It retains a pungent, snappy flavor, that makes it a favorite family beverage ; acceptable alike to peasant or king. 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When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION'S ADVERTISER EW shooters realize that the pressure exerted at the breech by an ordinary load of Nitro powder, runs up as high as six to ten thousand pounds to the square inch and in some cases even much higher. @ To stand this enormous strain with safety, it is necessary that the barrels be extra strong and heavy at the breech, where strain is greatest. @ We have barrels made to our special order with extra heavy, double thick, Nitro breech, which will stand a burst- ing pressure of about 40,000 pounds to the square inch, thus insuring absolute safety to the shooter. @ Send for Art Catalog describing our full line of guns—seventeen grades in all, ranging in price from $17.75 net to $300 list. Ithaca Gun Co. Ithaca—New York Lock Box No.3 BALTIMORE RYE IS THE WHISKEY OF RE- FINED: TASTE—_THE CON- NOISSEUR’S FIRST CHOICE Sold at all first-class cafes ana by jobbers WM. LANAHAN & SON, Baltimore, Md. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER The Harlin Baby Featherweight Repeater. A new high-grade .22 caliber repeating rifle which weighs only 3 pounds ro ounces! But this gun is no toy. It is a new and _busi- ness-like rifle. It combines all the good old Marlin features—solid top, side ejection and simple mech- anism — with the newer sliding forearm action which is so easy to work without spoiling the aim. The reduction of cost and weight is positively not at the expense of Marfa quality. ‘The high standard Martin drop forgings are used in the breech block, frame and inside working parts. The rifle has the pleasant HZzrvze balance. Both .22 short and .22 long-rifle cartridges can, by means of an extra carrier, be used in the same If your dealer cannot supply you write us direct. wonderful little rifle is given in our 1906 Catalogue. gun—a Mardin feature which all rifle shooters greatly enjoy. The @aerlen standard of accuracy is maintained in the highest degree by the most careful boring and the deepest grooving, which last care gives the barrel about double the life of the product of other rifle makers. Take a (Marlin Featherweight on your fishing trip or to the summer camp. Take one home to the farm or wher- ever your vacation finds you, and see what pleasure a good, light .22 caliber repeater can add to your outing. It is an ideal squirrel rifle and can be relied upon to get all the killing power there is out of any .22 cartridge in hunting any sort of small game. A complete description of this Sent FREE for six cents postage. lhe Marlin Firearms Co., 30 Willow Street, New Haven, Conn. 100 STRAIGHT By E. C. GRIFFITH In a Team Match at Watertown, Mass., May 5th, 1906, He Shot. DEAD SHOT SMOKELESS POWDER The New Bulk Powder for Shot Guns. E. C. Griffith, twice winner of the grand American handicap, killed 100 straight. When Griffith had killed 75 straight, interest in his work increased, and as he scored kill after kill without @ miss the enthusiasm was intense. When he took the mark for the last five birds every eye in the crowd, which, by the way, was by far the largest ever seen at the local range, was on him. As the scorer called the remaining kills, everybody was on tiptoe, and as this wonderful shot Enooked the 100th bird to pieces a mighty shout went up. — Boston Globe. Have your shells loaded with “ Dead Shot Smokeless.” Your dealer w-Il gladly supply it. Write to us anyway for booklet. doubt write to us. If you are im AMERICAN POWDER MILLS BOSTON, MASS., U.S.A. ST. LOUIS, Be: CHICACO, ILL (eter tpe ee — When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER Ranch Lite tor Add Wie not spend your vacation on a Ranch? Custer Trail Ranch is situated in the heart of the great free range country, in the Bad Lands | of North Dakota. Hundreds of horses and cattle roam at will over this vast range, and here at Custer Trail Ranch you can see the actual work of the old time cowboy and broncho buster. The roping, branding, breaking and riding of horses, as well as the handling of stock in general, is to be seen here, as it was all over the West a generation ago. The scenery is picturesque beyond description and the summer climate nearly ideal. We issue a descrip- tive illustrated folder which will be sent you, free of charge, by addressing Custer Oral Ranch Pe eS JUST THE PLACE FOR THE BOYS The most unique resort in America Marble’s _This rod will not ‘“‘wobble,” bend or break at the joints. As will be seen by the accompanying sectional cut, when its three sections are screwed home, it is, to all intents, as solid as a continuous single-piece rod. A long, neatly fitting, steel dowel enters the recess prepared for it in its solid brass section and imparts to the rod a special rigidity which the screw, thus relieved of all side strain upon it, backs up. It has two steel joints, steel swivel at its end and is fitted with handsome cocobola . handle. Two de- Price, prepaid, $1.00 tachable tips. State calibre. Any cleaner will t. Ask your dealer first. Send for 56-page catalogue ‘’A”’ ETY A CZ The Sure Catch Fishhoo is a nickel-plated tackle, lately patented. A fishis caught eachtime it comes in contact with the bait. This tackle will surprise all fishermen who use same. One hook, 50c.; three, $1.25, postpaid. Write at once. Manufactured by T. RUD G29 Artesian Avenue, Chicago, Ill. YACHT SAILS AND SUPPLIES Everything necessary and everything to add comfort and safety to yachts of any description. Motor Boat Fixings, Complete Camping Outfits, Yacht Tenders, Boats and Canoes, A complete line in every particular. Write us or call. JOHN C. HOPKINS & CO., 119 Chambers St., N. Y. DEALERS WANTED. & built of steel with air chambers in each end likea life boat. Faster, more buoyant, practically indestructible, don’tleak, dry out and are absolutely safe. They can’t sink. No calking, no bailing, no trouble, Every boat is guaranteed. Highly en- Mullins Steel Boats sinung sai ter Peat dorsed by sportsmen. The ideal boat for ees pleasure, summer resorts, parks, etc. Write for Catalogue. The W. H. Mullins Company, 320 Franklin St., Salem, Ohio When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER WIN Bis 3 STER TY AAT PTS ee a Nd mi ca rey Ae AAPA span Rapes od) tad Ore ae Aap: HEC aM .22 CALIBER AUTOMATIC RIFLE. This handsome, handy little take-down rifle, like history, repeats itself. As a means of pleasure and sport it is as far ahead of any other .22 caliber as an automobile is ahead of the historic one horse shay. ‘True lovers of sport find great fun with it shooting moving small game where shotguns have heretofore generally been used. After loading this rifle, all that it is necessary to do to shoot it ten times is to pull the triggerforeachshot. Although automatic in action, it is sim- ple in construction and not apt to get out of order. For city, country or camp it is the gun of the day. To get the best results alway use Winchester make of cartridges in this rifle. mon co Bey By ty of Ares routed ‘oj Ask your dealer to show you one. WINCHESTER REPEATING ARMS CO., NEW HAVEN, CONN. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER On T H E- = 10 Re ANC Ck | eee can dead: abe Ree and easy. like of ‘the western cowbo é gain 20 pounds in ree ‘and go - home with some color in one’s cheeks.» ha We will furnish you comfortable: quarters, a tivate: Gaddle: horse. ad Satay equipments, the fat of «the. land for the. camp with: experienced and reliable: men to guide and.entertain ~ you. Riding, roping, fishing, swimming, polo games and ; a $0 of out door sports and cat- ey tle round-ups.: sae : “THE 101 RANCH i is the ‘Targene cn and ranch’ in: Sd: States, located i in the gar- den: spot of Oklahoma.: Our herd of Buffalo is the. finest in existence. - If interested send for our free Booklet “On 101 Ranch” giving. full information. (Those =} ordering only through curiosity enclose: 10c i in’ atampe: es : ce es “MILLER BROTHERS, Ce RANCH, ; ‘BL JSS: OKI AHOMA. | TROUT FISHING ON THE ERIE HE best trout fishing akin to the Metropolitan District ee iS reached by the ERIE lines. These span from (224) Manhattan into the fastnesses of Orange and Sullivan counties, New York; and Pike and Wayne counties, Penn- sylvania. ERIE expresses carry you quickly from the city to the half-hidden delights of coursing rivers and mountain brooks. Bulletins of Information for Anglers issued weekly after season opens. Send request to be placed on mailing list. *‘ Fishing on the Picturesque Erie,’’ 96-page booklet ready for distribution after April 10, 1906. Ask any Erie ticket agent in New York or Brooklyn. R. H. WALLACE, General Passenger Agent, New York When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER 6lco MOTOR BOATS N TR. AX SS LV 25-Foot Electric Launch 65 Miles on One Charge @ Electric Launches | ABSOLUTELY SAFE RELIABLE NOISELESS All the comforts of the summer cottage piazza while afloat, can be operated by a lady. - “THE IDEAL LAUNCH” Where no electric current is available for recharging the batteries, we now furnish electric launches equipped with a ‘‘Charging Motor,” which makes them independent of all outside electrical supply and serviceable for use on all mountain lakes, rivers, and the remote sections of the country. Elco Gasoline Motor Boats You choose the engine, we build the boat, 21 ft. to 110 ft. in length of any type or we furnish it complete, fully guaranteed. Send 4 cents for THE ELECTRIC LAUNCH CO. Chicago-Office and Showroom Illustrated Catalogue. Main Office and Works: 1409 Michigan Ave. 170 AVENUE A, BAYONNE, N. J. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVER Eis ER Ghe Best is Good Enough “Featherlight ars FEATURES Licutrest reel made. Less than 3 oz. Srroncest reel made for its weight. CHEAPEST reel made for ics worth. PARTICULARS MATERIAL— the best. FRAME AND REEL SEAT— made of one piece — durable. Frame also perforated, affording ventilation to line so it is drying while in use. Prevents rotting of line and losing your fish. Spoor—runs easy, large, fast winding, removable, con- venient. Cx1cK — back sliding, of hardened steel, equalled only in st expensiv ; ae i s click : 5 most expensive reels. (Beware of reels with bras ie Withitraneparent pockets seullnceated is and bearings.) a see eet No. 141. ONE LEAF, HOLDS 48 FLIES, $1.50 | Re he and ere No. 142. TWO LEAVES, HOLDS 48 FLIES, $2.50 ORKMANSHIP — the best throughout. No. 163. THREE LEAVES, HOLDS 72 FLIES, $3.00 We make all repairs free. No other maker will. Price — 40 yards Trout, 85 cents; 60 yards Trout or Bass, Ou Reputation for Fine Fishing Tackle $1.25; 100 yards Bass (Trolling), $1.75. All dealers. SN Ba eth ee = rock ict stem ee ee We are also pre-eminent for Medium and Cheaper Goods irate gous ter Our Stock contains Everything for the Angler A. F. MEISSELBACH & BRO. Trout Booklet mailed free on request 17 Prospect Street, Newark, N. J. W I If L I A M M I L L S & S O N Also ‘‘Takapart”’ and “‘Expert’”’ Reels, and 22 PARK PLACE, NEW YORK ‘‘Harrimac”’ Landing Nets. - ESTABLISHED 1822 ” Fly Book ohe COMEORT SLEEPING POGKET| & (Ain Beolnsice) x — Size ExeBincnes 1] Om ay ie es a OLD STYLE Weicny 18 Pounos ae ee a ee | Siccpinc Bac 4A Beo | iam a : Me} Size 22x26 Inches 1g e a VY B | Wescnt 26.85. B028. Parallel! The above reproduction from a photograph tells the story of our COMFORT SLEEPING POCKET - To thoze who camp, are interested in fisheries, mines, surveying crews, logging outfits, etc., whether the camp outfit is to be packed in wagons, on mules or on the back, the main object is to save weight and bulk. Circular “B”’ gives full particulars. Free. Agents wanted in every town in the U. S. Metropolitan Air Goods Co., 114 to 120 Hoven St., Reading, Mass., U.S.A. BS When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER E WANT to place our catalogue in the hands of every sportsman. It not only tells of the @ if a Si. a He S ae Wis >. Ld Pen i a x aU a “5 be Aa i Sat we Te eA aN. a, OF a ee eye Hammerless = and Ejector Guns and the HUNTER one Trigger but it contains much in- formation about ammu- nition, the value of having your gun properly fitted, the correct way to order a gun and many other little things every sports- man should know. This book is free and we want you to have one — just your name on a postal will bring a copy by return mail. Hunter Arms Co. Fulton, N. Y. THE IMPROVED Garter @ ‘WORN ALL OVER THE WORLD REFUSE ALL SUBSTITUTES OFFERED YOU ~Spm, The Name is CUSHION] BUTTON CLASP LIES FLAT TO THE LEG—NEVER SLIPS, TEARS NOR UNFASTENS Sample pair, Silk 50c., Cotton 25c. Mailed on receipt of price. GEO. FROST CO., Makers Boston, Mass., U.S. A. ALWAYS EASY \ PAIR WARRANTED Used by U. S. Signal Corps. GENEVA Superior Binocular | Our handsome book, The Near Distance sent free on request Its magnifying power, field view “& i and clearness of Aginton : is seldom equalled, even in & those binoculars costing twice asmuch. Ask your dealer for it. If he has none in stock, send us #15 and receive one on approval. If not satisfactory, return it (at our expense). We will cheer- fully refund your money. GENEVA OPTICAL CO.,49 Linden St., Geneva, N. Y. EXCLUSIVE SALES AGENTS F. G. Wilson, Ithaca, N. Y. H. C. Watts, Syracuse, N. Y. Buffalo Optical Co., 532 Main St., Buffalo, N. Y C. H. Wood, 1153 Washington St., Oakland, California E. E. Bausch & Son, East Main St., Rochester, N. Y. nel When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER _ Lady. Evelyn Lake” A Peerless Region for the Tour- ist, Camper, Canoeist, Angler and Sportsman A new territory accessible by rail and offering the best fishing and shooting in America. Scenery unexcelled, hay fever unknown, magnificent canoe trips. Black bass, speckled trout, lake trout, wall-eyed pike in abundance. Moose, deer, bear, partridge and other game during hunting season. Handsomely illustrated book telling you all about it sent free on application to G. W. Vaux, 917 Merchants Loan & Trust Bldg., Chicago, III. F, P. Dwyer, 290 Broadway, New York, N.Y. T.H. Hanley, 360 Washington St., Boston, Mass, W. Robinson, 506 Park Building, Pittsburg, Pa. Or to G. T. BELL, General Passenger and Ticket Agent, Montreal, Canada. ST. LOUIS —rascsctuat ne ** Rigs That Run’’ HE crowning triumph of fifteen years’ experience in building gasoline automobiles. A car that embodies all the latest practical improvements and several superior individual features. It is the dependable car of the season — easy to operate, economical to maintain, noiseless, powerful, and fast. Investigate the St. Louis carefully before purchasing your car. It will pay you. MOTOR.—Four cylinder vertical, under hood, water cooled. Develops 32-36 Actual H. P. TRANSMISSION.—Sliding type, three speeds forward and reverse. All shifts made with one lever. CONTROL.— New style rack and pinion with ball and socket joints. Spark and throttle control placed con- veniently under steenng gear. DRIVE.—Bevel gear. BRAKES.—Three, will hold car at any grade. Two con- trolled by feet, one by lever at side of car. © WHEEL BASE.—110 inches. SPEED.—4 to 50 miles per hour on high gear. FRAME.—Pressed Steel. 9 Carries five passengers ‘comfortably, beautifully finished, luxuriously - upholstered. Fully equipped, $2,500. Our type XV St. Louis Touring Car is 4 cylinder, water cooled, 30-40 Actual H.P. 104 inch wheel base. Is a beauty. Price, $2,200. Write to-day for new illustrated descriptive catalog giving full etails of both types and men- tion edition K, 1\St. Louis Motor PEORIA = ILL. General Sales Office: 122921231 Michigan Ave. CHICAGO, ILL. Branch Salesrooms in all the leading cities. Z When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION aa RECREATION’S ADVERTISER upont Smokeless IS NO EXPERIMENT But is the Finished Product of Over 100 Years’ Experience in Powder Making It is made in America by MEN WHO KNOW HOW E. I. DUPONT COMPANY, Wilmington, Del. THE OUTING LAUNCH Grr $250, Superior to all boats of its class. Embodies all latest practical improvements and the unsurpassed ‘* Outing?’ features. Light draft, speedy, regular launch construction, reversing engine. Eighteen feet long on water line. Immediate shipment. In short, the boat that appeals to the experienced boatman, Our catalogue gives details. Write and get it to-day. OUTING BOAT CO., 13512 South Park Ave., Chicago, II. MULLINS STEEL BOATS Motor Boats, Rowboats, Hunting and Fishing Boats built of steel with air chambers in each end like a lifeboat. Faster, more buoyant, practically indestructible, don’t leak, dry out and are absolutely safe. They can’t sink. No calking, no bailing, no trouble. Every boat is guaranteed. Highly endorsed by sportsmen. The ideal boats for pleasure or sport. Catalogue describing our complete line of craft sent free on request. The W. H. Mullins Co., 320 Franklin Street, Salem, Ohio Professional Bait Casting with a free running spool Bytes Ces Pn I A New Reel for 1906 \ Ask your dealer to explain, or sena for description CARLTON MANUFACTURING CO., Rochester, N. Y. RECREATION’S ADVERTISER There is Nothing Too Quick for a Graflex Camera It is the Ideal Outfit for High-Speed Work YOU SEE THE PICTURE FULL SIZE AT THE INSTANT OF EXPOSURE and right side up— not inverted. The Shutter is of the focal plane type, working directly in front of the sensitive plate or film. Range of speed varies from one-thousandth of a second to time exposures of any duration. No little finder or focusing scale necessary. All guess-work elim- inated. New 1906 Catalogue mailed iree. Folmer & Schwing Co. Rochester, N. Y. The main highway of travel from Boston to all points in the Maritime Provinces is via Yarmouth. Nova Scotia. Daily service from Long Wharf (foot State Street) (except Saturday) in effect about July 1, the magnificent steamers ‘‘ Prince George,” ‘‘ Prince Arthur,’’and ‘‘ Boston”’ in com- mission. Meantime, sailings Tuesday and Friday at 2P.M. For all information, rates, folders, tours, etc., particularly illustrated booklets‘‘Summer Homes in Nova Scotia’’ and ‘‘ Vacation Days in Nova Scotia,’’ write to J. F. MASTERS, New England Supt., Long Wharf, Boston, Mass. F. H. ARMSTRONG, G.P.A., Kentville, Nova Scotia. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER manufacturer. Ask your dealer and insist on our popular make. If you cannot Send for 140-page illustrated catalog. If interested in SHOOTING, obtain, we ship direct, carriage charges prepaid, upon receipt of you ought to have it. Mailed for four cents in stamps to cover catalog price. postage. Our attractive three-color Aluminum Hanger will be sent anywhere for 10 cents in stamps. J. STEVENS ARMS AND TOOL COMPANY Post Office Box 444 CHICOPEE FALLS, MASS, U.S. A. Premoette Pictures are characterized by that clearness and definition peculiar to all Premo pictures. Premoette is the most compact day- light loading film camera ever manufactured, being one-third smaller than any other 2 X BA camera on the market. Premoette takes the twelve exposure Premo Film Pack from which one or more films can be removed for development at any time. Premoette weighs but 11 ounces, costs but $5.00. j 2S / 7 Write for catalogue. =! Rochester Optical Company 46 South Street | Rochester, N. Y. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER 2D WA ] to get relief from attacks. The careful examination of every case, medicines | to obtain natural and refreshing sleep. prescribed to meet the needs of each individual to regain vigorous health. patient and the close observation through weekly to be permanently Cured. reports of every one under our care constitute the These are burning questions, but are fully an- Secret of our success. swered by the cures made through our Constitutional Our Book R answers all. Treatment. It’s FREE; a postal will bring it; write to-day Address P. HAROLD HAYES, Buffalo, N. Y. CRANBERRY LAKE REGION OF THE ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS a section full of large fish is described in New York Central Lines Four-Track Series No. 32, which contains a beautiful map of this region printed in four colors. Copy will be sent free, pos’paid, on receipt of a two-cent stamp by George H. Daniels, Manager, General ENOOSESTINS Department, Room 48, Grand Central Station, New York. THE TAKE YOU TO THIS REGION FROM EVERY DIRECTION C.F. DALY W.J. LYNCH Passenger Traffic Manager Passenger Traffic Manager NEw YorK CHICAGO me 308291 : No. ee leo7 pri tai TO ‘ea 0 em Ce ‘il mmc ; *~ U NTE “RS can make their own High Power hard or soft point bullets, with two moulds, and keep some Cash in their pocket- books for powder, instead of spending it all for high-priced metal covered bullets that wear out the barrels. Send us the calibre of your rifle with three two-cent stamps for sample The Phil. B. Bekeart C f § F i Cal., Agents for Pacific Coast. bullet and descriptive circular. When you'write please mention RECREATION. IDEAL MANUFACTURING CO., 12 U Street, New Haven, Conn., U. S. A. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER TOQUET ~ Marine Motor 2H. P. to 100 H. P. A Premium with Every Motor We will give, absolutely free, with every Toquet Motor (ac- cording to size) % to 4 _H. P. more than is paid for. Every Toquet Motor develops more than its rated H. P. That’s the reason we can make the above offer and guarantee it. Catalogue sent on re- ceipt of thre: 2c stamps. THE TOQUET MOTOR CoO. 29 East Twenty-third Street, New York Metropolitan Building G. Epuvarp Suaw, General Manager Do not think of buying a tent until you have received our 50-page illustrated catalogue showing tents suitable for every purpose and quoting factory prices. 4 Room Family Com- partment Tents, Wall Tents,Sportsmen’sand Campers’ Tents, Chil- dren’s Play Tents. In fact everything in the Tent line at right prices. 7x7 SPECIAL WATERPROOF WALL TENTS, $8.25 Our Special Waterproof Wall Tents are the acme of comfort and convenience. They are a light brown color and do not attract insects. Catalog H of Camp and Canoe Outfits con- tains a complete line of Canoes, Tents, Cots, Camp Cook Outfits, Furniture, etc. Send for it now. Mailed on request. Ghe Charles J. Godfrey Company Ill Chambers Street, New York, U.S.A. Going to Camp? We Can Fit You Out All kinds of Tents, Camp Furniture and Supplies for Campers. While manufacturing thousands of tents under Gov- ernment contract and executing enormous contracts for f railroad builders, we are enabled to make and sell tents direct to the public at prices, quality considered, which dealers or even smaller manufacturers cannot approach. For instance, the magnificent Wall Tent shown above we make in various sizes, from $5.61 up. And you have the CHANNON guarantee of quality ! o of Wall Tents, end for Catalog fxiy rents with rooms (ike a summer cottage), Golf and Garden Tents, Circus } Canvases. etc.; also Camp Furniture, Hammocks, Bags, Yacht Sails, Flags of all kinds—everything that can be made of canvas or canvas and leather; all shipped di-= rect from our factory, probably the largest canvas goods factory in the United States. Write for free catalog quoting special prices. Write for the catalog today. H.Channon Company. 28 IMarket St., Dept. 10F Chicago Ks" Here is our Genuine Indian Wigwam , Indian design, Suitable 7144 foot Wigwams, heavy canvas, fo 4 feet high, 5 feet in diameter, heavy sheet- for yard and lawn. Just large boys and adults, $4.00 and $5.00, f ing, decorated in genuine $ 1 50 the thing for the children! © \ if ah NH Hi) ( A Ht eins tine ! (3 y moth-proof and kceps loop and gut moist without dampening the flies. Service Flies of natural feathers dressed on tested hooks and gut. : i j All other anglers’ accessories, all of highest quality. Makers of the now famous Diamond Metal Whipped Rods. Tis s Catalog-Booklet Free on Request. NGLERS Co.INC. ' 907 MAIN STREET, HARTFORD, CONN. 16 Foot LAUNCH. yeaa af So WITH WE ARE THE LARGEST BUILDERS OF BOATS & LAUNCHES IN THE WORLD| ENGINE. SEND FOR FREE ILLUSTRATED CATALOG ALL BOATS FITTED WITH WATER TIGHT COMPARTMENTS CAN NOT SINK. Cd WE CARRY A FULL LINE OF BOATS READY TO SHIP. MICHIGAN STEEL BOAT Co. Seracit® oon When corresponding with adyertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTS ER A KORONA FEATURE Korona Cameras at first sight give an impression of fine work- manship which is intensified by attention to details. It is obvious that they are produced with the object of pleasing those who ap- preciate goods made in the very best manner. Those more critical of practical Camera construction will place a higher value on the simplicity and effectiveness of the adjustments and their high grade Lens equipment. One Look Through a Turner-Reich Prismatic Binocular will convince you that the ordinary field glass at any price is a waste of money. Every sportsman needs a binocular. With a Turner- Reich Binocular you can examine your game before it comes into shooting range. IFS ALL IN THE ‘LENS Sold only by Anti-Trust dealers and direct from the factory Gundlach-Manhattan Optical Company 790 Clinton Ave., So., Rochester, N. Y. - Made of a Spring Needle fabric of remarkable elasticity, knitted on machines of our own invention and manufacture. The garments made from this fabric are of the finest yarns and their hygienic value is unsurpassed. hey always retain their original shape, even afterthe hardest wear. From first to last they maintain that same elegant, silky feel and easy, comfortable and nat- ural fit. They are made in two- piece and union suits, in the various ; sizes, weights and colors. Ask for the genu- ineCooper’s Derby RibbedUnderwear and look for this trade-mark. HandsomeBooklet on Request. A Fay & Bowen Engine Took One First and One Second Prize in the Palm Beach Races in February. ez A FAY & BOWEN ENGINE came in first in the Chicago-Mackinaw Endurance run last summer, running the 39 hours without a single stop. A Reliable Two-Cycle Machine started without a crank. Our unique Make-and-Break Sparker is admitted to be the best, Write for free catalogue of Motors and Fine Boats. Fay & Bowen Engine Co. 74 Lake Street, Geneva, N. Y. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER When a man goes on a canoe-trip he goes in a canoe he knows, from his own experience or the experience of others, will stand a great amount of wear and tear— yet, light enough to be easily handled on “ carrys.” \ That Canoe is a Rushton. In it is the best material that can be had—moulded together by 31 years of practical experience in canoe building. It is these years of thought and study, so thoroughly worked out in Rushton Canoes, that give them their great strength and durability—their steadiness, lightness and gracefulness. My “Indian Girl” model is a favorite and holds its own year in and year out. The frame is of Northern White Cedar and is covered with a specially prepared canvas, which makes it light and staunch. Lengths: 15, 16, 17 and 18 feet. Weight: 56-80 lbs. Net Price: $32 to $44. F. O. B. Cars at Canton, N.Y. My illustrated catalogue of rowboats, all cedar and canvas covered canoes, sailing and cruising canoes, paddles, oars, sails, fittings, etc., sent free to those interested. - 817 Water Street, Canton, New York J. H. RUSHTON, - - HAWKEYE Refrigerator BASKET Exactly so—a Basket Refrigerator! DONT BLAME THE REEL if it fails you at a critical moment. Don’t give it a chance to fail you ¥ use “3-in-One” and it never willl This oil keeps the reel’s sen- sitive mcchanism in perfect order. “3-in-One’”’ is the one sure and safe reel lubricant. Won't rust. Apply it to rod A joints, they will come ———F apart easily. Use onrod, eX — it’s good for wood—pro- ops motes pliability. Rub online, mscD preventsrotting. Trial bottle i. sent FREE by G.W. COLE CO., aN 122 Washington Life Building, Wew York City. Have you a Dog? We will send, if you mention its breed, Polk Miller’s Great Book on Dogs; How to Take Care of Them; Sen. Vest’s Eloquent Tribute to a Dog, and A Yellow Dog’s Love for a Nigger (the famous poem) all for roc, just to adver. tie Sergeant's Famous Dog Remedies. Address, POLK MILLER DRUG CO. 863 Main St., Richmond, Va. Con- LP tains no Y acid. It abso- lutely prevents ix Keeps luncheon delightfully, cool for Picnickers, Sportsmen, Travellers, Auto= mobillsts and Office- people. Strong rattan body, hinged lid, non-rusting metal-lin- ing, interlined with asbestos and hair i felt. Removable ice compartment. Bottom dressed with mineral paint—proof : against dampness. Special sizes for auto- Use This Basket mobiles on request. 30 Days at Our Risk Size 2, 20x13, 10 inches deep, $3 50 If your hardware dealer Size 1, 18x10, 8 inches deep $3.25 does not have Hawkeye Size 0, 18x9, TZinches deep $2.50 Refrigerator _ Baskets, Let us mail you Free illustrated booklet with sea ue as Dae aud endorsements from folks you know. etitolten Day feeie aesigl BURLINGTON BASKET CO. “makes good.’? Otherwise 604 Main St., Burlington, Ia. | return it at our expense. “SS 5O BUYS STEEL LAUNGH Giiec]|READY TO RUN "Aow Boats ‘ fon boat) PEOPLES LAUNCHES and UPWARDS Lat PEOPLES PRICES DETROIT STEEL BOAT WORKS 1895 JEFFERSON AVE. DETROIT MICH.USA. One Mail has/ An attractive pamphlet, full of the temptation e@ iio Wamnilad aNiecaoD of river, field and mountain, is published bythe 1N1¢.5 Fi Trai p ide ay ; , rains with Dining-Car Service Jor the CENTRAL VERMONT RAILWAY under the title, “Summer Homes in the Green see announcementin ‘‘ Summer Homes.’’ Those who have not yet settled the great question as @ : Hills of Vermont, Islands and Shores of Lake to where the vacation shall be spent can hardly do Champlain, Adtrondacks and Canada.” It is filled aoa 1On? better than consult this pamphlet, which may be with excellent pictures of summer-time scenes in places far from the press of city life. There are complete descrip- tions of the various resorts, convenient time-tables and lists of ea ee we S we . special excursion rates of which the wise may take advantage. obtained by sending six cents for postage to ECCLE STONE ent, Central Vermont Railway NEW YORK CITY Southern Passenger Ag 385 BRO WAY, When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION ‘ RECREATION’S ADVERTISER ~ When Buying a Camera you must remember that photographs like those shown in this ad- vertisement are almost impossible with the lenses usually furnished and that the most interesting views you would like to photograph are often the most difficult to get. The /ens is the all important part of a camera. The new TESSAR Lens, now furnished with all Kodaks, Premos, Century and Hawkeye Cameras, will make pic- tures such as those shown here as easily as any other kind. It will make any kind of a picture from a racing automobile to a portrait. Tessar is only one of many fine photographic lenses made by the Bausch & Lomb Optical Company and described in a beautifully illustrated booklet, ‘‘Aids to Artistic Aims,’’ just issued, sent free on request. Ask your dealer to show you cameras with the new TESSAR Lenses. : Bausch & Lomb Optical Co., Rochester, N.Y. NEW YORK BOSTON WASHINGTON CHICAGO SAN FRANCISCO OU can find plenty of 2d hand lenses of all makes on the market, but Seldom a GOERZ Draw Your Own Conclusion I When corresponding w.ih advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER CONVERT YOUR -ROWBOAT INTO A SPEED LAU NCH ~——- DETROIT AUTO-MARINE MOTOR. 1906- 3 HRs rOWER ENGINE ONLY” as oe ee ENGINE ONY 2 NO VALVES No SPRINGS . ae | : EASY. To BUY . NO GEARS. NO. 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HAIMMONDSPORT So eT = NEW YORK HENRY ROMEIKE, Inc., 33 Union Sq., New Yor jee Ue for the Sportsman may be had by securing subscriptions for Recreatioi Send for illustrated catalogue, mailed free. Recreation, 23 West 24th St., New Yor 9 This signature We have over 30,000 testimoniak = For FREE Trial Package, also Fre : : sample of FOOT=EASE Sanitar A Certain Cure for Tired, Hot, Aching Feet. Qtr SBC CORN=PAD, a _ new invention, ac DO NOT ACCEPT A SUBSTITUTE. on every box. dress, Allen S. Olmsted, Le Roy, N.¥ SAUER GUNe@ Best Machine Made Guns in the World Ask your dealer, or write SCHOVERLING, DALY & GALES 302 and 304 Broadway, New York “City When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER el YZ by those who know where they get the most for their money. Made y of one piece of metal. Easy to button and unbutton. 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When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECEEATION’S ADVERTISER GOhe Lightest Practical Repeating Rifle , Made is the Savage 22 Repeater MODEL 1903 The absence of a hammer makes this rifle practi- cally Accident Proof. The magazine feature of this arm insures rapidity of fire, as a loaded magazine containing seven cartridges can be almost instantly inserted to replace the emptied one. We supply this gun with a pistol grip without extra cost to consumer. Weight of this Repeater 514 pounds. It is chambered for short, long and long rifle cartridges. If your dealer does not have Savage 22 Repeater in stock, send us $12.00 and we will supply you direct SAVAGE ARMS CO., 596 Turner Street, Utica, New York, U.S. A. ALL SHIPMENTS PREPAID assweapce © OUI T'S: NOW READY THE SPORTSMAN’S COMPLETE GUIDE | By “Buzzacott.” Four Books in one, 544 pages; bristles with pertinent facts and tooo apt illustrations, all savory with the flavor of woods, field and stream. A book to be coveted by every genuine sportsman, and is SENT FREE An interesting and instructive Booklet, “Specialties, Best Books and Information on Hunting, Fishing and Camping,” will be sent to all who write us—a Post Card will bring it. Address AMERICAN & CANADIAN SPORTSMAN’S ASSN. Box 288, ELGIN, ILL. 5h. p. MARINE GAS $33 OLINE ENGINE SO For your Row Boat, Sail Boat or Launch No Cranks to start—No cams, valves, gears, springs or sprockets. No moving parts but piston, pump * and crank shaft. All working parts in full view, We build all sizes of Boat Engines, DETROIT ENGINE WORKS, 1895 Jefferson Ave. Detroit, Mich. STEEL FLY RODS STEEL BAIT RODS at less than Y, price usually sold for Since 1867 the name E.. VOM HOFE on fishing tackle has stood for highest quality” Gold Medal Buffalo, 1901; St. Louis, 1904. Our STEEL Fly Rod, 9 to to ft., and Bait Rods, 6, 64, 7 and 7% ft. Very active—long-lived— cork grip—and finest quality throughout. Price, $2.25 each. State whether Fly or Bait Rod is wanted when ordering. Order to-day. We manufacture and save you jobbers’ and retailers’ profit on everything in fishing tackle line. E. VOM HOFE 85-87 Fulton Street New York See in a 2 ee ea Just $ 94.50 DETROIT BOAT COCozEFcERsoN Ave. Deraort Mice ’ When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION Send 4 cents to cover postage on 126-page catalog RECREATION’S ADVERTISER Fishing P rm Rods Mi i for many years have maintained their su- premacy for all-around fishing, giving perfect satisfaction under all conditions. , Their merit is known and acknowledged all over the world. No other rod combines strength, sensitiveness and backbone as does the “BRISTOL.” But be sure you geta ‘sBRISTOL.’’ Don’t let the dealer work off on you some inferior imitation. Look for our trademar” Bristol Send for our on reel seat. 3 illustrated color catalogue, ‘*A Lucky Strike.’’ You'll like it. Look on page 28 and read description of our combination Reel and Handle—An ad- vance in reel making. THE HORTON MANUFACTURING CO. 21 Horton Street, Bristol, Conn. RAIL a bottle of Club Cocktails astern. They’il make your sandwich lunch a dainty repast. The raw guesswork materials of the bar- tender form but a sorry substitute for them. Club Cocktails are measure mixed, from fine 5 old liquors, and aged until mellow. They keep in any climate and are always ready to serve. Just strain through cracked ice. Seven varieties—each one delicious —of all good dealers. 7» G. F. HEUBLEIN & BRO., Sole Props. Hartford New York London Loads in daylight with Blair or Eastman N. C. Film Cartridges. A superb lens; an accurate shutter; every desirable adjustment. Price, = = $20.22 BLAIR CAMERA COMPANY, Send for descriptive catalogue. Rochester, N. Y. 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The perfect alignment of cylinder and barre}, insuring the maximum of The only high grade, e accuracy, is found only in SMITH & WESSON Revolvers. e ff c1en t desk and Our new booklet, ‘“‘ The Revolver,” illustrates and describes each model in detail and gives an expert’s instruction for target shooting. 'The most inter- pocket revolver made. esting and instructive revolver catalogue published. Sent free upon request. SMITH & WESSON, 15 Stockbridge Street, Springfield, Mass. Pacific Coast Branch, 2330 Alameda Ave., ALAMEDA, CAL. : ‘‘Lest we forget” take A **Harrimac’”’ Landing Net Our NAME PLATE (as above) guarantees correctness | of models and quality. Ali materials are selected carefully and applied by skilled workmen. Variety of models. Prices from $28 up. Prompt delivery. Send NOW for free illustrated catalog. OLD TOWN CANOE CO., 28 Middle St., Old Town, Me. LEARN on the next fishing trip. With it you will have greater suc- How To M O U N i cess. 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Price, $1.50 to satisfaction Guaranteed, If you are a 3 ‘ whe foptentiren 4 . sportsman, naturalist or nature lover, you $3.00; other good nets, 75 ce ae to $r.25. All SOS, eae should be able to save your fine Le Lt for booklet telling all about it. Also about ‘‘ Takapart, A Adorn your home, office or den with beau- OT ES ais (Tantharl! Fes es ns Pe A A y tify mounted specimens. Double your in- “Expert” and “Featherlight” Reels. Free on request. j come by mounting for yout Seay mrt ou interested? If so0,send for our beautl- ul catalog, and the Taxidermy Magazine— A. F. MEISSELBACH 1) BRO. both free. Ask today. Prospect Street Newark, N. J. THE NORTHWESTERN SCHOOL OF TAXIDERMY 17 Prosp , , 5265 St... Omaha, Neb. When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER y ay y aS VAVSULUATSSGS ELS AS a fe : Ss Ss vat IUUABVAAWSSWeuv1Byeoesusoess BOAqaaswa’ 4 SES SS 4 WARK Ss < { PARVVALWLSPVaawsecesace GHZ HQAATAANAAAG 2 Fo ly JSS SSSSSSSSSISSS hoy AS iB S SS = Wt ToT ACS \ \ \ ASS G When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION aS WUVUUBUIBVWSVWSS BS SS VMSHSS S HoH HKG CS SGMA SAIS A oat ERFECTION is the Twentieth Century possibility with our system of One Lever Control. For the health-seeker there is nothing that will produce the desired results quicker than a comfortable and reliable boat. Ask your doctor and let usshow you. For business, towing, freighting and all other purposes where hard and continuous service is re- quired, Racine Boats will ‘‘make good” be- cause they are fitted with heavy, powerful engines that have stood the test of years. Remember we offer you 22 years of suc- cessful experience. A complete line of Racine Motor Boats, Auto Boats, Sail Boats, Row Boats, Hunt- ing Boats, Dingheys, Canoes, Engines and Boat Supplies will be found at our different show rooms for inspection, trial and prompt delivery. 122 W. 34th St., New York 509 Tremont St., Boston 38 Delaware Ave., Camden 1321 Michigan Ave., Chicago 182 Jefferson Ave., Detroit 321 First Ave. S., Seattle St. Louis Nashville, Tenn. Minneapolis Savannah, Ga. New Orleans Baltimore Memphis Providence Jacksonville, Fla. Indianapolis Spokane Rochester Portland Louisville San Francisco Milwaukee Los Angeles Sault Ste. Marie Mexico City, Mexico Write for catalog and say what you want. We'll do the rest. Address Racine Boat Mfg. Co. RIVERSIDE Muskegon, Michigan BY ARNIS, | SO Gass PSS => be) f VBTAYVSSVECasWesquasauuasaacaud o3 AAKVSAASrAUTEeUgaarnepsrecarseer RECREATION’S ADVERTISER “Drop us a line” and catch one of our »eautiful new bookiets Our Booklet showing our minnows printed in their natural colors is the most beau- tiful work of the kindever published .for bait casters. GET POSTED on our Pointers to Practical Bait Casters are contained in our beautiful new booklet. This booklet shows you how and why the Dowagiae minnow will land a ftsh ata time when he would slip off new 1906 Dowagiac pro- the other fellow’s bait. The ducts. The booklet is free booklet is FREE to bait to bait casters. ARTIFICIAL MINNOW casters. WRITE Manufactured by JAS. HEDDON @ SON, Dept. 6-F, Dowagiac, Mich. WRITE RTO WGUNT RASS We, G Build Your Own Boat By the BROOKS System 10,686 novices— most of them with no tool exper- ience whatever — built boats by the Brooks system last year. Over fifty per cent. have built their second boat. Many have established themselves in the boat building business. If you can drive a nail and cut out a piece of material from a full-size pattern—you can build a Canoe — Rowboat — Sailboat — Launch—or—Yacht — in your leisure time—at home. The Brooks System consists of exact size printed paper patterns of every part of the boat—with de- tailed instructions and working illustrations show- ing each step of the work—an itemized bill of material required and how to secure it. All you need is the patterns, costing from $2.50 up— and materials from $5.00 up. Only common household tools required. We also furnish complete boats in the Knockdown form—ready to put together. Satisfaction guaranteed or money refunded. Our big free catalogue tells how you can build boats all styles—all sizes. BROOKS BOAT MANUFACTURING COMPANY (Originators of the Pattern System of Boat Building) On that Trip this Summer take a Supply of y PETER’S A sustaining food as well as a delicious confection that prevents weariness and _allays hunger. Does not create thirst LAMONT, CORLISS & CO. SOLE IMPORTERS 78 Hudson St., New York ROCHESTER MARINE ENGINE has made the most marvelous records, figuring speed with horse-power 3 combine these with reliability and economy, and it merits your thorough investigation. ee RE TE UStFOR FACTS, ‘== Rochester Gas Engine Co., 711 Driving Park Ave., Rochester, N.Y. T. P. Bushnell, 114 East 28th Street, New York, Agent for New York, has full line of engines in stock. 3% to 100 NEW CATALOG N REQUEST. his Boat Folds '° Package ) It’s Solid and Stiff when in use—collapsible and quickly made portable. Oarried By hand as bag, or in a bugpy. Tempered, | galvanized, light steel ribs give both strength and lightness, ‘KINC FOLDINC CANVAS BOAT is a revelation in boat construction. Non-sinkable. Oan’t tip Used in U. 8. Navy. | over. Puncture proof. Norepairs. Nocostfor storage. Wears longer Our Oatalog will por you—100 engravings—400 testimonials— | than a wooden boat. « We make all sizes and styles for every purpose. sent on receipt of 6 cents, KING FOLDING CANVAS BOAT CO., 668 West North Street, Kalamazoo, Miohigan | 4 When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION Ss SA. DWV ERS “Little Skipper Marine Engine PATENTS PENDING Designed especially for use in Canoes, Rowboats and small Launches. ee new and exclusive features which make it SIMPLER, STRONGER, ANY OTHER ENGINE OF ITS CLASS. Engi ith lete b bane d ies, $39 ngine with complete boat fittings and accessories, Makes a real, speedy little launch from an ordinary canoe or rowboat engine 4915 pounds, and price only $24.90—about 50 cents a pound. Think of it! And yet it is not a toy, but a real engine that will dev elop 2 to 3 Horse Power, and drive a Canoe, Rowboat or 12 to 20 ft. Launch 6 to 10 miles per hour, or a 35 ft. Sailor 312 to H. D. Baird’s latest and greatest 2 cycle gasoline engine. Has many MORE POWERFUL AND SPEEDY THAN The “ LITTLE SKIPPER” No. 1 is certainly the biggest little thing in the world—height 11 inches from base, weight of bare Reversible—runs in either direction—anyone can install and run it—always safe and certain to Descriptive Catalogue FREE Dept. 8, 4 miles per hour as an auxiliary. go. Sold under 5 year guarantee. SAINT CLAIR MOTOR COMPANY, DETROIT, MICH. The new catalogue which we have just issued is a complete history of out-door experiences and the way to meet them. It is a most interesting book of the pleasure and comfort giving device which campers and sportsmen use under varying con- ditions. 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Harrington & Richardson Arms Co., Dept. R., Worcester, Mass. CARTRIDGES, Proclaimed by the War Department to be su- perior to all others. Manufactured by United States Cartridge Cs. Lowell, Mass., U. S. A. Zyl ine 5 ea = When corresponding with advertisers please mention RECREATION RECREATION’S ADVERTISER Secure a Woman’s Hand in Marriage and you ¥ > range for her future welfare. ?rudential Think this over7and send_for booklet showing cost of policy at your age. If you wish,” you. “could: asecure_a’ “policy payable in full to your wife, or yourself, on a certain: date. Tewil “furnish Life In- surance: from. date: of issue, to date of ‘settlement. If you should ‘not live, policy will: be. paid ” to_your wife at once, A Most: Interesting Proposi- : es tion to Married People L SENG CTH OF GIBRALTA Ax ‘Write for Information To-Day Whilé You Think of It, The Prudential Insurance Co. OFFAMERICA., JOHN F. DRYDEN, Home Office: President. Dept. Q2 NEWARK, N. J. 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