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Frontispiece— "A Bit of America's Wonderland-Castle Geyser. Yellowstone Park."
Rain After Drouth (Verse) Marian Phelps
Following the Fishers— Illustrated by the Author Eloise Roorbach
The Riyer and the Sea (Verse) M. Pauline Scott
Curious and Little Known Animals— Wild Dogs Lawrence /r-wetl
The Song of the Rattlesnake (Verse) Berta Harte Nance
Lewis B . Franc. — An A ppreciation Frank H. Mayer
The Slum ber of Day (Verse) Sara C. Potts
A Trip to the Little Sur Dr. B. F. Coleman
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Tiger Tracks— Part II-Concluded p W Reid
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Autumn y Verse < S.A.White
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Kill in g a Coast G n 7/1 y \\ p . Burton
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California the Land of Sunshine Pro/. Alexander C. McAdie
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A Clean Sport... Editorial
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KDM cloudless skies the brazen sun beats dow
Upon a panting, famine-threatened land;
Like fiery blasts from some great furnace sweep
The scorching winds o'er meadows parched n
brown ;
Where once flowed purling streams is naug
but sand,
And in the highways dust lies ankle deep.
With every gust its glittering atoms rise
In whirling clouds that fill the stifling air;
The withering foliage burns to ashen gray;
The summer's fairest blossoms close their eyes
And faint beneath the sun's unpitying glare-
As hopes deferred grow weaker day by day,
As day by day some moment of despair
Draws nearer to a soul that in dismay
Sinks down beneath its sorrow's crushing' blow
That seemeth greater than its strength can b< n
We cease to hope; we almost cease to pray,
And languish 'neath an agony of woe.
When, lo! within the sky a mist appears
That spreading fast obscures the blazing sun ;
The drooping plants take heart; the mad winds still.
We scan the clouds with mingled hopes and fears.
And watch them as they gather, one by one.
Till with new life the earth's faint pulses thrill.
O'er field a
The solemr
And earth
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dw through all the trees soft
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The first great drops make dimples in the dust
earth's glad lips repeat its joy's refrain :
ank God! At last the rain! At last the rain!'
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i Illustrated by the
\ VCCORDANCE with the new law the California fishing
t hi - year opened May 1st instead of April 1st as
formerly. Great excitement prevailed among my neighbo
as the momentuous day slowly approached. 1 had heard such
marvelous stories of miraculous catches, such heart-breaking
accounts of escaping whale-like creatures, such discussions
of morning versus evening "biting", such wise talk of Brown
Hackle.Dusty Miller, Royal Coachmen, etc., etc.; that I begged
to 1" allowed to go along, as spectator, and offered to carry
the breakfast, build a lire and cook all the trouv that they
could catch. Permission was graciously granted me. provided I would
solemnly promise to "hold my tongue" and "keep my distance". I knew
I could "hold my tongue" if he — the Chief fisherman, could — for nothing
but the whistle of a passing locomotive ever caused his to keep still for a
moment! And 1 knew I could "keep my distance", because that was
exactly what 1 wanted to do. So I promised.
The trout generally caught in our coast streams is the Steelhead (Salmo
rivularis or Stilmn gairdneri as it used to be called), though nearly all
streams have some Rainbows (Salnw iridia). The Steelhead is a gamey
fish, growing according to report to a weight of from IS to 20 pounds
in the larger rivers. They are a beautifully colored, slender, daintily shaped
fish. David Starr Jordan, California's authority on fish, describes it as
having a very short head — "the length of the head along the side being
contained from 4' _■ to S times in the length of the body from the tip of the
snout to the base of the caudal fin. The scales of the steelhead are rather
averaging about ISO in a lengthwise series from head to tail. The
dorsal fin is low and it has usually but three or four rows of dark spot-."
Here in the San Lorenzo, a small river near Santa Cruz, the young steelheads look
much like the famed rainbow, being brilliant in color and quite varied as to size and
number of spots. The old and young differ so greatly that they could easiiy be mistaken
for different species. They change color also as they are found in small brooks, rivers
or the sea.
At the dawning of May we started for the river — the river we can hear singing by-
day and by night. They cast the first fly in swirling pools while the morning mists were
still making silvery dream palaces all around. The mists caused us all to rejoice — they.
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because the iish would bite better, and me,
because of their exceeding beauty.
When they moved forward to the next
pool or riffle, I tagged along with the burden
of baskets. When they stopped, I stopped.
So, moving or stopping as I saw them do,
I kept to the very letter of the law laid
down to me as to "keeping my distance".
After more than an hour of this squaw-
like trailing I began to grow uneasy- — a
great fear took possession of me. I left
the edge of the river and noiselessly "short
cut" until I got ahead of the fishers, then
hid among the b.ushes. I desired to look
into the face of the Chief as he came along,
for never in bis life had he kept quiet for
so long a time before, and I feared some-
thing was wrong with him. But never had
he looked so sane or so happy, and quiet-
ness became him well. As he threw the
flies or drew in the flashing fish I wondered
over the power that could produce this
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uality in him. Was it memory of
ancestry, the primeval instinct that
taught the need "I silence it one desired to
catch a meal? Was it the spell of the still-
ness of early morn that even the birds
hesitate to break' Was it just the
presence of beauty compelling speechless
worship? Or was he simply arguing with
himself as to which kind of a fly to use
next ?
Understanding it not, but satisfied that
v, Rich Idaeio
all was well with him, 1 ceased to worry
and again enjoyed the morning in my own
way. The meeting of brook and river, the
fern banks, the graceful alders, the gray
sycamore trunks — all these and more I
enjoyed.
When we got to a place called "Camp
Thunder" I began to build a fire. There
was plenty of drift wood the spring freshet
had left on the banks to dry in the sun,
and long gray lichens, as dry as tinder,
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hung from low branches of oak and maple.
So in spite of slanderous reports of
woman's inability to build a camp fire 1
soon had one blazing mightily. I threw
on such a quantity of wood that my tire
resembled a regular funeral pyre and I had
to "keep my distance" from it, also, or run
the risk of speedy cremation. So 1 went
down to the river to watch the fishing and
see what 1 could see.
The river broadens out at this bend.
sweeps brilliantly over layers of rock that
are piled up like a stairway, the top of each
layer pointing up stream. This makes fin-'
pools where the trout can hide and dart out
after food, for everything floats past their
doorway. The steps are not very high nor
the water very deep, for it spreads over so
much ground. But it quickly gathers again
into one of the narrowest places on the
river and tumbles uproariously through this
narrow gorge into a wide deep pool where
it rests for quite a time. So there is all
kinds of fishing in this one locality.
1 had a curiosity to see just how a fish
would bite, so got up into the branches of
a fallen tree and looked straight down into
a clear pool. The Chief made a cast. I
saw something that looked about eighteen
inches long make a jump for the fly. It
caught for a fraction of a moment, then
slipped back into the water.
I heard a remark from the Chief, the
first in a long time. There is a kind of
delectable mushroom called Helvella Crispa
(accent on first syllable). I think, but of
course wont be sure — I think I heard him
talking about those mushrooms for he is
very fond of them! He showed a broken
book and began frantically to hunt for
the biggest hook he had with him.
"Was that a sucker?" said I.
"Well 1 guess not — that was a salmon
trout and I am going to catch him if I
stay here all day", said he. He tried him
with hooks from every page in his book,
also offered him worms both large and
small. He fished above and below that
pool and on both sides of it. North, north-
east by north, northeast, northeast by east.
east north east, east by north east, and so
on, boxing the compass of that .pool, for-
wards and backwards, doubling the two and
thirty points of the compass like an able
bodied seaman! But never a rise did he get!
"Xow isn't that enough to break a man's
heart'" he mourns.
"Come get a cup of hot coffee," say I , offer-
ing'comfort to his soul by way of the
stomach as I have been taught to do.
There were live of us in the party and the
catch when fried was equal to the task of
affording satisfaction to us all.
\ small boy came along with a string
of. good sized fish. A little girl of our party
who had caught 15 fine trout, looked con-
temptuously at his string, remarking, "They
"are nothing hut suckers. The) look just like
pigs."
"I fished for slickers on purpose" said
the boy.
A man is seen whipping the stream. He
is hailed. "What luck?" "Well I havent
got but about SO good sized ones. I caught
a lot of small ones and had to throw them
back. That is a foolish law — making us put
back all under live inches, for they are
generally so hurt by the hook that they
die. I have seen lots of dead ones floating
past already. But say — talk about a green-
horn's luck — I gave one of my flies to a
kid that came along fishing with worms —
just tickled him. He dropped it in the
water and I'll be blowed if he didn't get
the biggest trout I ever saw in this river."
So he goes his way and we compare notes
and swap experiences.
"You don't know what you are missing,"
said an Izaak of our party to me. "Come
on and try your luck — 1 will put on the
worms." "No, thanks," said I, "I am hav-
ing a glorious time fishing in my own way
and don't care to change places." So they
hovered expectantly over pool and riffle,
trying by all the tricks human craft could
invent to outwit eight-inch trout. But they
were just naturally too wise to bite flies
that were flung almost into their mouths.
I wandered back to the part of the brook
1 had first seen in the morning. There was
an ariose beauty about those swirling pools
that was haunting, and I wanted to listen
to it again. The river's song from where
we first started to follow it, to the part we
called our destination, took the form of a
sonata.
The sparkling opening movement wdiere
it sped quickly along. Then the slow, rich
adagio fullness, where it seemed to be medi-
tating on some song dawning within itself.
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It -eemed to be gathering from both its
:n its environment some-
thing lovely to say when it next met
boulders or pebbles who always demand a
song.
Then the third movement, the fascinating
scherzo, was swung into with confidence
and the river was playfully articulate.
sounding a low note against a high rock or
trilling a descending cadence over a piled
up group of stones.
Then it took itself well in hand as it
dashed into the riffles and the quick finale
of a sonata was well defined. After elab-
orately showing its most brilliant technique,
the whole river rushed through the narrow.
rocky passage and made its loud finishing
crescendo.
When the quiet pool beyond was reached,
it had the effect of the silence that comes
when the sonata is finished. I know it
goes on and on. running the whole gamut
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of musical possibilities — cantabile, vivace,
sostenuto, agtiato, etc., but I turn back
content with the sonata number. The bril-
liant parts of rivers or music are splendid
and exciting, but we go back to the rest-
fulness of the adagio for purest enjoyment.
The brilliant part of the river's song at-
tracts our attention to it, and it alone. The
quietness of its pools coaxes us to listen to
a singer within ourselves we are generally
too restless to notice.
I go once more to the suggestive adagio
— the quiet pool, and listen to the sweet
melody. I lazily notice the paradox of
beauty — it is clear-cut and denned — it is
nebulous and vague. I think I will be a
Pantheist for a day and worship the su-
perior beings who control the powers of
nature. In paying homage to the Gods of
wind, sun, earth and water, T discover they
are worshiping and obeying some other God
beyond themselves.
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I remember Lao Tse's fine comments on
the "humility" of water: "That by which
the great rivers and seas receive the tribute
of all the streams is the fact of being
lowly: this is why they are superior." One
chapter of his Tao-Tch-King is devoted to
the virtue of water.
"The greatest virtue is like water:
Water is good to all tilings..
It attains the most inaccessible places without strife
Therefore it is like Tan.
11 h;is "" "<""■ "• adapting itself to its place
It is virtuous like the heart, by being deep
In giving itself, i. has the virtue of benevolence.
It is virtuous like speech, by being faithful.
It is virtuous like government, in making clean.
It is virtuous like a servant, in its ability.
It is virtuous, like action, by being in season.
And. because il docs not strive, it has no enemies."
1 play a while with a little frog. [ chat-
ter back at a gray squirrel who challenged
me to a talk. I listen to the incomparable
call of the meadow lark way back in the
fields and to the sweet voice of the West-
ern Pheebe who steadily introduces himself,
as "McPheebe, McPheebe", and to the
Grosbeak's liquid note. I watch a little
snake come down for a drink and think of
the time I met a huge diamond-backed
tattler face to face, with no fear, for I knew
htm to be a gentleman, but jumped nearly
"in i.i my skin and grew dizzy with fright
when I once stepped on one end of a stick
and the other end flew up and rustled the
dead leaves. We are often more alarmed
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over imaginary dangers than we are when
facing real ones.
When 1 got back to the fishers 1 called,
"Did you catch anything?"
"Sure," said Tzaak, "did you?" sarcas-
tically.
"Of course! I got a frog, a snake, a
squirrel, sweet clover for the linen closet,
Rowers for all over the house. I heard the
Sonata of Shining Waters and the Oratorio
of birds. I might also confess I have
caught each and every one of you fisher-
men and women. Let's sec what you
have?"
He opened the basket and let me admire
the bright colored beauties in their nest of
green grass, looking like so many jewels on
soft velvet. "Oh, how very pretty they are!
ipotted by the sun and silvered by the
water! I never liked freckles before. Don't
v,m think a girl's freckles are as great an
improvjment to her beauty as the spots
are t t a trout's?"
His snorty kind of a laugh inferred a
positive "No"!
We stayed all day and as evening'- sweet
presence began to be felt we started home-
wards, by way of the river, casting a fly
now and then, not with the expectant zest
of the morning, but as one toys with the
bon-bons after a satisfying dinner of varied
favorite courses. Mother Nature had been
our gracious. hostess, entertaining us in her
own charming, inimitable way.
The "eatables", the most delicious, might
easily be forgotten as we become absorbed
in following Time through his counties-
fields.
But the music, the decorations, the ban-
quet hall, the privilege of converse with
our hostess — can it be possible our minds
will ever play us tricks of forgetfulness?
THE RIVER AND THE SEA
IN THE sunlight flashing.
Over boulders splashing.
Down the mountain dashing.
A power is drawing me.
I am the River and thou art the Sea,
And all my life currents set onward to the
Through the valley going,
I hear thy voice unknowing.
But calm my currents flowing
To listen once to thee.
I am the River and thou art the Sea,
And all that I hear is thy call for me.
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But dearer still, far dearer,
Are the calm waves meeting me.
I am the River and thou art the Sea,
Stilling thy tempest to welcome me.
— M. Pauline Sc
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WILD DOGS
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•ica. China. Japan, and Airica.
\ZAKA S DOG
HIS dog, foxlike in appearance,
li ing bodj and long, bushy
tail. Its legs are short, its ears
an- large. It is not closely re-
al -I to the European fox, for
its skull is quite unlike that ani-
mal's, and agrees with that of
the wolves and jackals. True
foxes are unknown in South
America.
Although Azara's dog exhibits some sea-
sonable variation in color, as well as in
the length of fur, the general color must
be described as gray with black and white
on the back, and black patches on the shoul-
ders, also on the rump. The under parts
of the body are almost white. The ears
are tipped with black, as is the end of the
tail : the genera! hue of which is a mixture
of black and white. This animal is really
beautiful, and i- found almost everywhere in
South America from Argentina to Chile and
Brazil. It feeds chiefly upon small animals
and birds. It is not known to burrow on its
own account, but in the spring— the breeding
season — the female lives in the hole of some
other creature, not always a deserted hole.
Indeed, she often takes up her residence in
the home of the rodent called Patagonian
hare (viscachd), and drives the rightful own-
ers out of a part of it. After a time, the
unwelcome stranger ceases to receive much
attention, because she is unassuming and gives
little trouble. But as soon as the young
viscachas are large enough to leave their
kennels, then the dog-fox makes them her
prey. Having a family to provide for, she
will grow so bold as to hunt her helpless
quarry from one hole to another, and do
battle with the parents, and carry off the
immature ones notwithstanding all efforts for
the protection of the latter. In some cases,
after all the juvenile vizcachas have been
eaten, and the young Azara dogs are big
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enough to follow their mother, the entire
family leaves the vigcacha's burrow where
such cruel havoc has been made, to settle in
r and to continue the usual depreda-
tions in that place. In a few words, Azara's
dog, although far from any fox as far as
science is concerned, is purely a fox in habits.
The death-feigning instinct possessed by
this creature in company with one of the
American opossums (Didelphys) and
at lea-t one variety of partridge (spotted tina-
mou), i-- sufficiently remarkable to require
detailed notice. When the Azara dog is
■ aught in a trap or run down by dogs, it
at first fights savagely, but by degrees re-
laxes, and drops to the ground — apparently
dead. The deception is so well carried out
that dogs are often "taken in" by it. and
ii" man would hesitate to pronounce the crea-
ture dead. Nevertheless, if one withdraws
a little way from the feigning fox-dog, and
watches it very attentively, a slight opening
of one or both eyes may be detected. Event-
ually, when left to itself, the animal does not
>tart up as if it had been stunned, but slowly
and cautiously raises its head first, and only
assumi - a natural position when its enemies
are at a safe distance. It is a fact that some
natives of South America have performed
barbarous experiments upon death-feigning
Azara dogs without succeeding in arousing
them into exhibiting the otdinary signs of
life, and this seems to show that the death-
simulating swoon is something more than
a cunning habit, for if it was merely such
a trick, no animal would allow itself to be
wounded without wincing. A fairly reason-
able hypothesis seems to be that the fox-
dog, although not insensible, as its behavior
i m the departure of its enemies seems to
prove, has its body thrown by extreme terror
int" that benumbed condition which simulates
death, and during which it is unable to feel
the tortures practised upon it.
It i- most strange that an animal so power-
ful, tierce and able to inflict such terrible
injury with the teeth as Azara's dog can
inflict, should also possess the safeguard de-
scribed above, which would appear more
suited to weak or inactive creatures that can
neither escape from an enemy nor resist it.
The writer is unable to suggest the slightest
explanation, and none seems to be in print.
THE CAPE HUNTING DOG
This dog is a distinct type, being differen-
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tiated from other dogs by the possession of
only four toes on both fore and hind limbs,
and by the possession of the same number
of teeth as the wolf. In general appearance
it is not unlike the hyena, the resemblance
being due to the ochraceous gray ground-
color with black markings, and the long ears.
The vernacular name "Cape Hunting Dog"
is due to the fact that the hunting is done
by packs and not by solitary animals. The
range of this dog is over the more open
parts of Africa south of the Sahara and
Abyssinia. It is about as tall as a gray-
hound, its legs being relatively long and
slender, and adapted to the swift and en-
during speed upon which it must depend
for a livelihood. The head is broad and
flat, with a short muzzle armed with massive
teeth, somewhat large, upstanding furry ears.
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and a suggestion of the hyena in the physi-
ognomy. The likeness to the last-named ani-
mal— even to the spotted hyena — however, is
wholly superficial. The fur is short, thick.
smooth, but is most shaggy about the cheeks
and throat. The tail is long and wolf-like.
Although the dog's general color i> yellowish-
gray, as lias already been mentioned, it is
often marked most irregularly with a variety
of colors, such as a combination of red.
white, yellow, and even black spots. It is
probably correct to say that of all mammals
the hyena-dog presents the greatest variety of
distinct hues.
The voice of the Cape Hunting Dog consists
of three different kinds of cry. each being used
"ii special occasion-. One of these is a short,
angry hark, usually uttered when some un-
recognized object is seen. Another resembles
a number of monkeys chattering together — a
very unusual cry for dogs. This sound is
emitted at night when large numbers of the
animals are together, and they are excited by
some special occurrence, such as being barked
at by domestic dogs. The third cry is said to
resemble the second note of the ( so-called )
English cuckoo, and its significance does ii'>;
appear to be known.
In the Southern Sudan, where these animals
are abundant, the German writer, Schwein-
furth {The Heart 0/ Africa) saw one speci-
men that was quite tame, requiring no restraint
beyond a chain, and obeyed its owner with all
the docility of an ordinary dog. This observa-
tion seems to corroborate the assertion of I-i\-
ingstonc that the natives of the Kalahari disert
are in the habit oi taming the hyena-dog
training it for hunting purposes.
To the Africans generally, both white and
black, the hyena-dog is one of the most truly
wild and dangerous animals of the country,
taking the place of the wolves of the northern
part of the world. The Cape Hunting Dogs
gathered into packs, and astonished and terri-
fied the early settlers and explorers by their
numbers, audacity and strange cries. They
frequented plains and scantily forested Or
bushy regions, where the small antelopes were
plentiful, for these creatures were their chief
prey. They pursued them in concert, al-
though in some cases only two dogs worked
together, until the battled victim, sometimes of
the larger species, was cornered or exhausted.
and could be pulled down. The hyena-dogs
were a terribly scourge to the sheep am
of the early frontier farmers, a- tl
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mangled manj more of the flock in one of
their nocturnal forays than they could possibh
eat. The war waged against them in conse
quence of their attacks, and the diminution of
the wild game, has caused a great decrease
in their numbers; hut numerous bands still
range in the wilds of East and Central Africa.
and the deserts west and north of Cape Colony.
Further details can he obtained from Selous'
"A Hunter's Wanderings," published in 1890.
THK DINGO
The improbability of Australia possessing a
native placental mammal of fairly large size,
and the fact that the dingo is not found in
Tasmania or New Zealand, lend force to the
belief that it must be a dog of Asiatic origin
brought to Australia by the aborigines, and
that it gradually became feral. It was at one
time believed that the dingo, which was the
only placental mammal found in Australia be-
fore the introduction of European species,
might possibly be the descendant of the do-
mestic dog run wild, but this has been dis-
proved by the discovery of its remains in the
quarternary strata of continental Australia.
Nevertheless, it is possible that the ancestors
of the dingo were introduced by quarternary
man.
The dingo is a little less than two feet high,
and is about two and a half feet in length. In
color it varies greatly, some examples being
to a considerable extent black, while others
are pale brown. Although in a wild state these
animals do not bark or growl, tame specimens
placed among domestic dogs soon learn to
ban; When teased, the dingo does not utter
any sound, but raises its ncad to an erect
position and becomes furious. Its prowess as
a hunter is only too well known to the shep-
herds of Australia from its depredations
among the flocks. A pack of from eighty to a
hundred animals of the dingo species will pur-
sue the prey, running with heads high and.
cars erect, till a killing occurs. When oppor-
tunity offers, much more is killed than can by
any possibility be eaten. This seems to indi-
cate love of hunting.
The dingo is domesticated by the native
Australians in all parts of the continent, the
puppies being found in hollow trees and simi-
lar places where the female animals make their
lair. All native Australians treat these puppies
kindly, and the latter become faithful com-
panions as well as good assistants to their
own;rs in the search for opossums and other
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creatures which the black men of Australia
use as food. These men, however, kill and
eat the wild dingo, disemboweling it and then
roasting the carcass whole in the earth under
a fire.
With the advance of civilization, the dingo,
like the native races to which it is a com-
panion, has gradually disappeared from large
parts of southern and eastern Australia, and
its numbers are elsewhere steadily decreasing.
Its complete extermination as a wild animal
is not improbable, because it is a serious men-
ace to sheep. Its local extermination, how-
ever, has more than once been followed by
such a great increase of grass-eating marsu-
pials, upon which it preyed, that special efforts
have been necessary to kill them off.
THE INDIAN "WILD" DOG.
The Indian wild dog which inhabits the for-
ested parts of the entire Himalayan region,
the treeless area of Eastern Thibet, and south-
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ward as far as the great forests of India, is
usually known by the name dhole. The buansu,
peculiar to northern India, is merely a variety
of dhole.
The chief characteristic of the Indian wild
dogs is that they hunt in packs, and do not
utter any sound while hunting. When once a
pack of these creatures has started any animal,
whether deer or tiger, that animal's doom is
sealed. Some part of the pack will follow the
prey for days, and will finally bring it to bay,
or run it down exhausted. The dhole is in-
ferior in many respects to a trained domestic
dog, but it is not difficult to tame the former,
and teach it to hunt for the use of man.
The Indian dog differs from the Siberian
dog in having smaller molar teeth. Its gen-
eral build is not wolflike, but jackal-like, which
is shown by the comparative shortness of the
legs. The average length of the animal is
somewhat less than forty inches, exclusive of
the tail which, with the hair, may lie .-aid to
measure fifteen inches. The usual color of
this dog's upper parts is red ; the under parts
are less red. Some specimens that are in
museums are a grayish brown. As to speed
and agility, the Indian dog is slower than the
jackal and decidedly more clumsv than the
fox.
The term "wild" dog is hardly satisfactory,
because it gives the idea that the animal named
represents the ancestral stock of some domes-
tic dog. This is not the case with the "wild"
dogs of India or Siberia.
Such Indian dogs as the pariah and the
poligar — a large animal peculiar to Southern
India — must be classed as "domestic" dogs,
although their habits are far from "domestic."
they are merely mongrels that have neither
home nor owner, and they are often half
starved.
THE FEN NEC.
The fennec, the smallest of the canine tribe.,
is a pretty little fox-like animal of the Sahara.
It is almost fifteen inches long, excluding its
tail .which is nearly seven inches in length,
and bushy like that of a fox. The general
color of the animal is pale rufous cream, har-
monizing with the desert sands of Africa. The
breast, the inside of the ears, and the eyelids
are white. The tail is tipped with black. The
erect ears are of enormous size — each ear be-
ing as large as the little creature's face, giving
to the entire head a strange air of intense alert-
ness.
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The fennec digs in the sand with such re-
markable speed that it not infrequently es-
capes pursuit by fairly diving into the burrow.
which is furnished with soft bedding, is re-
markably clean, and in it the animal sleeps
most of the day. At dusk it steals cautiously
to some drinking-place, and later seeks its
prey, which consists of mice, small birds,
lizards and insects.
The name "fennec", it should be remem-
bered is sometimes extended to other African
species which are closely related to the little
creature given in the accompanying illustra-
tion.
It has been said that no pet animal can rival
the fennec in grace and interest. Not above
half the size of a cat, it has all the wiles and
actions of a fox, and when alarmed by the
sight of a stranger it will run under a chair or
into a corner, and vociferously give forth its
tiny bark. In captivity the fennec is usually
fed on milk and morsels of meat, but it is apt
to show a truly remarkable fondness for dates.
The wild animals are able to climb the date
palms to get the fruit.
The fur of the fennec is valued by the
natives, and is said to be the warmest of
African skins.
THE RACCOON DOC.
. The raccoon'dog is a small animal of East-
ern China and Japan, which is said to re-
semble a miniature raccoon, especially about
the head. It lives in burrows, gathers most
of its food — fish and mice — along the banks of
the rivers, and is often kept in captivity, es-
pecially by the Japanese, who eat its flesh, and
value its fur, which is long and grizzled. This
dog's muzzle is sharp ; its ears are short ; its
tail is not extensive, but it is bushy.
The raccoon dog is a semi-nocturnal animal,
living in summer in the mountains, and in the
winter in the river-valleys, where it is said
to hibernate. If this hibernation really occurs,
it is remarkable, for no other member of the
family indulges in a winter sleep. The natives
(chiefly in Japan) assert that this hibernation
takes place in the burrow of a fox, or some
other animal, but the creature is able to make
a burrow of its own. It is certain that some
raccoon-dogs do not hibernate, for they have
been seen in winter crossing the ice of the
frozen rivers by means of a succession of
jumps.
Raccoon Dnas
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clusively on mice, which
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sometimes forms a minor part of their diel
\- raccoon dogs do not kill chickens or other
■ birds, they arc not infrequently per-
to make their winter homes under
1 alande's dog is a -^mall animal, smallei than
the common fox, distinguished externally by
its large car-, covered with fur, which are
nearly equal to the head in length. In color
I lii ^ animal is of a uniform gray, except upon
the limbs, which are darker, and the tail, which
has long black hair, and is very bushy. It is
.i native oi Southern Africa, and is more like
the fennec than any other creature. As it
lues in the open country, and is very shy, it is
II known, although many hunters have
-ecu it at a distance. It is especially interest
one of the most aberrant of the canidac,
account of its unusual dentition. In
the hnver jaw it invariably has four molar
teeth — one more than any other member of
i he family. In the upper jaw it has three or
four molars, whereas all other living canines
onlj t«" Some anatomists look upon
an indication of marsupial ancestry.
The eyes of I .alande's dog are large; the
limbs are longer than in the common fox, but
the tail is proportionately shorter.
South African hunters call this creature the
"long-eared Cape fox" ; they say that it lives
under small hushes, and that it is generally ac-
companied by it- mate wherever it may he
seen
THE SIBERIAN "WILD" DOG.
The Siberian Wild Dog inhabits the for-
ested regions of Northern Asia as far south
as the Altai Mountains, and subsists almost
entirely on deer, which it hunts in companies,
pursuing them so constantly that it is said
occasional!) to I twaj all the
deer in certain districts. It also hunts the
o.ii i iii the high mountains. It ;
that thi ii dog changes its sumnv i
coat Of fox red for a long and woolly winter
oi yellowish white, as do the Arctic
foxes. In the Altai .Mountains the Siberian
i from a dozen to twenty
individuals, led by an old male. They usually
sell cl qui deer for their prey.
I he Siberian dogs are distinguished from
all other species by the absence of the last
molar tooth on each side of the lower jaw,
SO that the total number of teeth is forty in
stead of forty-two. The other distinguishing
features of these animals are tne short muzzle
and the presence of long hair- between the
pads of the feet. The Siberian dog is a hand-
some fellow, his splendid bushy tail, about
half the length of his head ami body, adding
much to his appearance.
THE MALAY "WILD"
The Malay wild dog is a small specie- of
dhole, which is found east of the Provinci ot
Bengal, throughout the Malay Peninsula, as
well as in Java. Sumatra and perhaps Borneo
Whether the wild dog of Upper Burmah be-
longs to this species or to the Indian wild-
dog species is doubtful, and this doubt gives
support to the opinion of some naturalists
that these Eastern forms are not specifically
separated from the Indian form.
The Malay wild dog is smaller, and more
slender in body and limbs than the Indian
dhole. It has shorter and harsher hair of a
deep red color. Its general habits appear to
be those of the Indian dog.
The length of the combined head and body
of a Malay dog is about thirty-four inches; its
tail is about a foot long. Although this ani-
mal's general color is red. the under-parts of
some forms are grayish-white.
SONG OF THE RATTLESNAKE
c
OME
Let us play at the old, old game,
The
only game for me.
Of
ife and death, when
the fluttering breath
u
lie pri
zc of the victory.
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Did
you think I would
slink awav?
Tis
the coward who turns to
flee.
1 -
ake m
y life for the jov of
strife
Ih.
ugh d
i-ath at the end I se
-Bcrta Hart Nance.
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■•
NORTHLAXn VISTAS
LEWIS B. FRANCE
AN APPRECIATION
By In \\ k II Mayer
1 1 1 \ I saw liim for the first
time, over half a lifetime
ago, he «as >i t tinn on a curb-
stone iTi one of the main
streets of I (en\ er, in the midst
of an appreciative bevy of
freckled urchins, busily en-
i in the renovation oi
a battered top, the property
of the smallest ami best freck-
led kill iii the bunch, who was loud in bis
commendation <>t" the "dandy job" that the
"old Judge" was making of it
"G'wan!" said tbe proud proprietor,
when, alter the jurist bad proceeded on his
way. 1 mischievously ventured to criticise
the point angle of bis just as good-as-new
Spinner, "Wat t' 'ell yousc know about
it' I )e nil- Judge has forgot more about
tops 'n tings 'n youse ever will learn. Hit
de trail. Bill — yer wanted at de foolisb
house." Whereupon, being properly re-
buked. I went on my way. wondering.
\nd I've been wondering ever since —
first at the near to omniscience of the man.
and second bow he was always able to find
time, in tbe exactions of an excessively
over-occupied professional career, for the
amelioration of some ill, for the restoration
of some shattered hope, for tbe retiming
of some false chord in the harmony of
Life as God intended it and as Lewis B.
France accomplished it. For the life of
my friend was one of gentle joy-giving to
oilier-; his, always, being the personal sa-
crifice that paid the inevitable price.
When, on tbe evening of that memorable
day of the top-fixing, I read in the daily-
papers that he bad appeared late in court
to try one of tbe most important libel suits
known in the. history of jurisprudence, 1
swore a great oath that I would be his
friend — unknown and unrecked by him, pet-
baps, hut not the less a friend as men inter-
pri : tbe term, ready to strike a blow in his
defense or to share, if the need aris.-. the
meagre possessions that fall commonly to
the lot of a bumble cowpuncher. That
man who would stop on the road to fame
and wealth to repair the penny top ol a
sorrowing gutter-snipe bad a moral right
to ride my horse, share my grub and
blankets, and a two-fold right to find mr
at bis shoulder when he needed another
arm and another gun. For he was ,1]
white — and that is saying much in these
days of moral, mental and physical bait-
breeds.
And the wisdom of the Man! Vs tbe
urchin put it. he had truly forgotten more
about most things than tbe average man
ever learns, but the glory of it was that he
vividly remembered — and practised — all
that was good and sweet and timely in the
trial of Living, over which he was always
the lenient and sympathetic presiding
Judge whose code was Love and whose
rulings were tender gentleness for and
kindly indulgence of the unfortunate er-
ring. Not but what he was just and in-
cisive in his decisions, for he was justice
personified and ethical almost to a fault.
The word jars, for his faults as 1 knew
them — and it was given to me to be closer
to him than most men — all leaned to virtue -
side. I found no fault in his scathing de-
nunciations of contemptible things and un-
worthy men, denunciations couched in vig-
orous and unique language that was. to say
the least, unparliamentary if not exactly
unprintable, for he swore as earnestly as he
prayed, hated as deeply as he loved — and
when his ire had passed lay awake of nights
trying to find palliating motives and ex-
cusing conditions for the things of his
strenuous vituperation.
The why and how of our coming together
fairly typifies the man's nature. A little
sketch of mine, written in the solitude of
the Colorado backwoods, attracted his at-
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tention — he was an omniverous reader — and
lie wasted enough of his invaluable time to
write me a letter so full of encouragement
and kindly cheer, that it had a marked in-
fluence on my whole life. And our first
meeting was as characteristic. Me looked
long in my eyes, handled me all over, and
gave me his last cigar. It was a very vile
one. as I remember, for his taste in rolled
leaf was execrable while his choice of pipe
filler was beyond reproach. Then he asked
abruptly, "How are you fixed — need any
money?" For he had learned, somehow,
that 1 had come to town 'strapped" after
a ten years' siege of continual reverses. It
took all my nerve to look him in the eye
and disclaim any urgent necessity.
"You're lying, son," he said tersely, but
he was wise enough not to press the mat-
ter further. Yet somehow I was offered a
position on a local magazine the next morn-
ing and thereafter my doorstep knew the
wolf no more.
In the years that followed we got close
in touch, and when I got so that I could
look intelligently down into the deeps of
his great soul and realize the immensity of
it. I was as one standing on the edge of the
great Canon of the Colorado, irresistibly
attracted to the trembling view of its infini-
tude, its wealth of color, and heart-clutching
sublimity, yet shrinking with a sense of my
own inferiority and comparative littleness.
And yet in the hours of intimate communion,
when he rolled undignifiedly over the floor
with my babies, I marvelled to note how-
material a mere man he was, a man who
would rather be a beast of burden for my
exacting brats than sit enthroned in the high
places of state. When I would indignantly
remonstrate with the squalling kids for their
imposition on his good nature and their
desecration of the proprieties, he would gather
them in his arms and say sharply, "Let be !
I love 'em and they love me. Don't grudge
me and the little ones the sweetness that must
all too soon pass." And all children loved
him and tagged after him as they did after
the Pied Piper — with this difference : that
they all came back again, happier from the
tender comradeship.
The details of his birth, rearing, and
wanderings f will not inject here. These
are the especial province of his biographers
who will make them their charge, and be-
sides, they are of 'small importance in
estimation like this.
The Ma
is but the guin
the goold for
thai I
Suffice it to say he was a Southern gentle-
man of the old school, imbued with all the
traditions of his chivalrous forbears, a man
whose veneration for women approximated
almost to idolatry of the sex. 'Clean in
thought and deed, he never was guilty of
telling a risque story, nor would he listen to
one. God was good — rather say just — to him
in giving him his ideal and affinity for a wife.
What she was to him he expressed pathet-
ically when, with tears streaming down his
face he laid his head on my shoulder at her
taking and moaned: "It is so dark — so dark!
The light has gone out." And' blessed was
he in his children, the fair daughter who
preceded him to make clear his path in the
Vale of Shadows, the stalwart son who dig-
nifies and ennobles his high and responsible
profession. It seems to me that, consider-
ing these and the thousands of true friends
that loved and honored him. he got his deserts
in this world. And in the next — ? Well,
there is but one reward for a life spent in
rectitude and w'ell doing.
With his great versatility and thorough edu-
cation, his natural adaptibility and love for
literature, it naturally follows that Judge
France was an author. His extended, varied
and unique experiences on the frontier have
been reflected in many volumes and contri-
butions to the press, all of them embodying
the natural delicacy of the writer, strength-
ened by the uncompromising honesty and
characteristic accuracy that were such promi-
nent factors in all his dealings with things
abstract and concrete. No human being but
is better for the reading of them, and in
-.tying that, all is said.
Of his skill as a lawyer I shall say but little,
for frankly speaking I have but little use for
the profession, and always deemed so sweet
a character as my friend's wasted on a guild
who make a living by taking advantage of
other people's mistakes and misfortunes. As
I once remarked to him, his being in the
law reminded me of nothing so forcibly as
of a cluster of wood-violets tied with a hang-
man's rope. Yet he was esteemed a great
and able lawyer, clean, honorable and in-
tensely ethical in his practice, and it yielded
WESTi A'.v FIELD
living Vs a mutual friend once re
in rked "God made i lawyer of France so
a much needed ele-
ment of dignity " The died a
comparative!) poor man in th
queer legal convolutions i- reassuring to the
public; to we, who knew him, the proof i-
ions
man, my friend was an enthus
icperi angler »Ih>
nothing Defter than to wade the reaches of
his much loved mountain trout streams rod
in hand. Hi- invariably put back into the
water the larger part of the troul he caught,
:iii<l it was his reiterated assertion that he
never had creeled the legal limit — and never
would He had a firmly established theory
that the hooking of trout caused them no
pain, and therefor had no scruples in en-
joying the spori of their taking. Hunter he
was none, his achievements in that direction
attaining t" only one head of big game, a
mountain sheep, whose killing was a source
of poignanl and never ending regret to him.
Simple as a child, gentle a- a woman, strong
and brave as a true man need- be to keep
his hands and his name clean in this age of
great temptations, it is borne in upon me
thai 1 -hall never look on hi- like again,
and the conviction brings a pang the more
i for the thought of what I lose in
the severance of our intimate communion: It
is hard to he unselfish and resigned in the
f one'- greatest loss, and friendship
a- he knew and exercised that tender func-
tion was a holy and priceless thing.
\- I -it here in the dusk of the soft Cali-
fornia gloaming, thousands of miles from the
place where he rests in the land so well
beloved l>> us both, 1 am strangely comforted
by the prescience that he is with me. even
now, and I feel once mor< tin- old familiar
on of hand- ami lu.ir his whispel
"My boy— it i.« all well Have faith .'"
But there i- emptiness where I clutch in my
longing, and now the night i- I
Faith! Yes, old friend. For there i- that
which inspire- faith and adoration for the
which caused You to be, and in the
divine generosity which lent you to us for
a period beyond the allotted age of man.
Faith — yes, and Hop,-'
iugh a tear mist Of which I am not
ashamed I finger, reverently if unseeingly,
the fishing tackle which was hi- tender legacy
to me. Perfect in all their dainty appoint
nient- with the rare perfection that ever
characterized the- man and hi- belongings,
these roil- and reel- and line- stand for all
that is ideal in sportsmanship. Never were
they unworthily used and SO I consecrate
them to hi- memory — no hand -hall ever em-
ploy them again, not even though in reverent
emulation of his unstained art. Sanctified by
the memory of what ha- gone before, I lay
them on the altar of Affection where no hand
may profane.
Soldier of God. poet of Nature, friend of
Man — sleep well ! But a little time and then
at the Summons I, too. will stumble eagerly-
over the great divide, following according to
my meagre lights the difficult trail you have
set for posterity. And when I have at last
crossed the Range I know 1 will find, wait-
ing me at the ford of the dark stream, the
outstretched hand that will again lead — even
as in this life it led — my faltering steps across
the rough and dangerous places, up into the
open camp besides the flashing waters that
purl through the lu-h meadows in the Valley
of Ture Delights
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THE SLUMBER OF DAY
|.\'TO his gentle arms Dusk draws the Day,
And softly round her folds his mantle gray.
Lulling to sleep with murmurs of the night.
The breezes pause to kiss her as they stray,
And eyes of heaven with calm and tender ray
Guard as she sleeps, until the coming light.
—Sara C. Pol,
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WESTERN III/ />
A TRIP TO THE LITTLE SUR
l'.\ Dr. U. F. Coleman
N THE evening "i" the second
day nt last July as I slipped the
office door key into place and
threw the latch as usual, my
eye-, rested nervously on the bit
of white paper on the glass
panel. "Back in two weeks."
Yes. that was it — a hard earned
few days' resi and recreation
were on. Nervous? Well 1
should say so — worse than when the sixteenth
crack of my first rifle echoed and re-echoed.
as over the brow of yon hill trotted the little
tleet-footed forked-horn. As 1 withdrew the
key I ejaculated. "There stay, trouble and toil,
by thunder, for two weeks anyway."
"What's the trouble, Doc?" asked a passing
friend. "What are you so pale about ?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing at all, only I'm off to
the Sur," I quickly added as I noticed a pe-
culiar expressi"ii pass over my friend's face.
From how many more friends I forced that
peculiar expression that evening it is hard to
tell. At any rate, with "Better half", "Young
Hopeful", bag and baggage, we made the
morning train for Monterey. Arriving there
we found that final arrangements could not be
made till the following morning, when the
stage left for down the coast.
"Better half" was up and dressed at five the
following morning, enthused with the idea of a
lovely stage ride. I just hummed and looked
blandly out the window. Monterey stage lines
and Monterey County miles are noted, and I
was no greenhorn. "Better half" also glanced
out the window. "Oh! just look at that dilapi-
dated rig those poor old horses are hitched to
1 wonder if they have been standing there all
night ?"
"The stage driver must want an early start
on the Fourth of July. I was afraid he might
be a little tardy." Our meditations were cut
short by a tremendous volley from the Pre-
sidio above us. Uncle Sam's salute to his
birthday.
Presently a sawed-off. red-nosed Scan
dinavian appeared, loading some boxes into
the old trap. So I proceeded to interview the
worthy individual, who point blank informed
me that there was no room for baggage. After
a little argument pro and con our driver
blandly suggested that he might find room, or
possibly tie it on and drag it for the nominal
sum of three bucks.
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Rather than have further delays I meekly
submitted to the robbery, but took pains to
inform his noble Swedeship that if his gall sack
should ever rupture it would surely drown
him ; but as he already had a goodly load of
"preventive" aboard he seemed secure from
such misfortune.
As "Better half" was helped into the rear
scat of the old buckhoard I noticed an ex-
pression of disappointment in her eyes ; the
phantom of prancing steeds, popping whips,
cushioned seats, etc., had faded. However, all
unpleasantness was soon forgotten in the grand
scenery about us as the road wound through
the massive pine groves covering Carmel Hill.
Then came the descent from this needle-
shrouded height, where the panorama changes,
Carmel Mission, one of the patriarchs of the
State, looming forth with a beautiful, peaceful,
dark blue bay lapping at its base. With every
turn of the road new and refreshing scenes
greet you — that is, if you are in the mood to
enjoy them. Sometimes almost upon the
beach with the spray of the breakers fairly
dashing in your face, then again in the dark
recesses of the small canon where rank ferns
droop low to greet the passers-by ; then
emerging out upon the mesas piled high with
new mown hay, the fields and fences alive with
squirrels and quail.
On and on the little "hat-rack" ponies
pegged, eternally urged by the rhythmic yank-
ing and clucking of our coachman. Mill Creek
was reached about noon: here we found a
good old-fashioned Fourth-of-July celebration
in full sway. From far and near the clans
had gathered to give homage to the Natal Day.
An accordion accompanied by a guitar gave
forth the sonorous tones for the shuffling
shoes within the little schoolhouse, while the
aroma of barbecued meat permeated the at-
mosphere much to the aggravation of our al-
ready vigorous appetites. For two hours we
watched the merry makers and then prepared
to ascend "Sierra Hill", a straight pull from
the start to an elevation of two thousand feet.
Before taking my seat again in our hand-
some coach T made a tour of inspection, much
to the disgust of our Swedish buckskin
thrower. I found that one hind wheal had lost
the boxing and the axle was running on the
wooden hub ; so with a new rig we continued
our journey to the "Idlewild Camping
Grounds."
A more beautiful or more ideal spot for the
purpose could not be imagined. It lies midst
a grove of mammoth redwoods, with a fine
trout stream within twenty feet. With our
baggage once inside one of the tents, the way
the stay ropes flew off was like magic, and
before sundown camp was all set. Now it
was up to "Young Hopeful" and me to "grease
the pan."
Cautiously we slipped to the nearest pool and
dropped in the lure. "Young Hopeful" at the
Young Hopeful"
J(.
II ESTERh FIELD
The Little Sur In.m Ram's head I'nint
With the Spray ot the Breakers Dashins in Your Fa
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other end. "Pull, boy, pull!" I cried as the
rod tip was pulled into the water. And the
way that two-year-old pulled showed "chips
off the old block." Midst screams of delight
and "I got him, mamma, I got him, mamma!"
"Young Hopeful" managed to land his first
eight-inch trout. A few minutes and ten more
were added to the creel.
Without doubt what were the proudest
father and son on the Pacific Coast dined in
the open that evening on their first catch to-
gether. Sportsmen who are out for a good
outing miss a great deal by leaving the Young
Idea always in camp. Suppose you don't get
near as much game ; what you do get has a
great deal more pleasure attached to it, and
there is a world of compensation in the
youngster's dances and screams of delight
when the finny beauties are brought protest-
ingly from the ripples.
We had many little excursions the next few
days ; not always in quest of fish ,for here the
table is too easily supplied for one to have to
spend a great deal of time on the streams.
We climbed the hills, we roamed the dark
shaded canons, we filled our souls to the
fullest, for we were in God's own tabernacle,
within the inmost sanctum sanctorum.
The most ideal spot for fast fishing was the
"Laguna" at the mouth of the Little Sur.
Here, unhampered by trees and low brush, and
assisted by a goodly breeze from off the
breakers, one can enjoy a good hour's fly or
spoon fishing. The young steelhead are
greedy and readily take most any lure, from a
black wriggling angleworm to the brightest-
hued fly. Tiring of this lazy man's fishing,
one can wander up on the stream, to whip the
deep dark pools or long shallow rapids in quest
of a big fellow to "top out" on.
I well remember the time I had one day on
my return from the Laguna. I stopped at one
deep pool and carefully peered over the logs
into its depths. There, close to the bottom,
lay a beauty. Slipping back carefully I put on
a coachman and skimmed it lightly over the
surface; coachman was changed to professor;
professor to black gnat and so on — the only
result being an occasional demonstration of
extra nervousness on the part of Mr. Trout.
Next an ugly wriggling worm was allowed
to invade his abode. This insulted him, and
he took up a new station a couple of feet up
stream where driftwood interfered with my
casting. This lure was changed to a No. 1
Wilson spinner. A cast or two to place it
The Author
right, and it struck the bottom a foot behind,
and a little beyond him. I let it rest a moment,
and then raised it carefully. Before the spoon
had turned a dozen times, an electric shock
was conducted down that rod and the battle
was on. To keep him from driftwood f must
get down stream, and in order to do that I
must walk the log I was standing on, to the
water's edge. The log was wet, my boots were
slick, and. — well, if you had been a quarter of
a mile away you would have heard the splash.
I am sure. When I regained my feet I was
up to my waist in the pool, spouting water like
a porpoise.
A tug .on the bit of rod I held in my hand
reminded me that I had not yet lost my fish,
so I waded down the stream, working my game
with me. By the time I gained a place to get
out below the pool, the trout was ready to give
up. Although I was the laughing stock of the
camp that evening, and I had a rod to repair
besides, it was well worth it. Anyhow, a cold
dip does one good and a camper should bathe
often.
The days flew by like moments. Reluctantly
the trunk was restrapped and all too soon
again the impurities of habitation surrounded
us. But we now had a renewed lease of life
with which to face the trials and cares of
business and — the kid had caught his first
trout!
WESTERS Fl l-.l n
THE SCENERY OE CALIFORNIA
By Hai«>i. n \V. Fairbanks. Ph. D.
Geology of the University of California
\l.II-OR.\IA is a land of con-
trasts Its geographical features,
its climate, and its produc-
tions exhibit the most won-
derful variety. Within the
bounds of the State are ex-
amples of nearly all the geo-
graphic forms known the world
over. It is but a step from the
highest land in the United
States outside of Alaska to the lowest land;
from the arctic climate of the moun-
tain tops to the tropical verdure of the
valleys; from mountains so new that they
have been but little scarred by the forces
of destruction, and still present their sharp
and jagged peaks to our admiring gaze, to
mountains worn down to gentle slopes, and
so old that even geologists cannot tell their
years; from region- where the rainfall is
so great that dense forests abound to those
where only the scantiest vegetation hides the
drifting sand.
In all parts of our country is to be seen
the work of the destructive forces, the wear-
ing away of the highlands and the filling up
of the lowlands, but in California in addi-
tion to these phenomena we can see moun-
tains that either are now, or very recently
have been, in process of making. New
mountains stand side by side with old moun-
tains.
In addition to the remarkable features
mentioned we find on the one hand that the
more arid portions of the State are dotted
with beds of extinct lakes, showing that the
climate was in comparatively recent times
more moist than now ; and on the other, a
coast line, which, judging from the elevated
beaches lying behind it. and the drowned val-
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leys «hioh help wive its contours, seems to
have been perpetually moving hack and forth.
up and dov, n
The history of the earth is not finished.
We live in geological times, and the features
01 the earth* and water as they change cx-
hil.it the results, today as in the past, of
those fundamental processes operative through
tin whole long life of the earth.
There was a time long ago when California
did not present the scenic attractions of the
present day. There was no Sierra Madre
looking down upon desert valleys where
i irange orchards were to bloom in the distant
future. There were no Sierra Nevadas with
their Yosemities and Kings River canons; no
picturesque lakes of ice-cold water overhung
by towering cliffs, nothing but shallow lakes
and a succession of ordinary mountains of
gentle slopes between which lay broad valleys.
The visitor in search of the picturesque would
have turned his steps toward some other part
of the earth.
A traveler passing from the Mississippi
Valley westward to the Pacific would, in those
ancient days, have found no mountain bar-
riers in his path ; he would have found no
deep canons like those of the Snake and
Colorado Rivers. There were low mountains,
broad valleys and many lakes. The Pacific
Ocean extended far in over the present border
of the continent filling the great San Joaquin-
Sacramento Valley, the fertile plains of
Southern California, and the hot stretches
of the Colorado desert. The Coast Ranges
formed a series of islands and peninsulas.
The Klamath Mountains formed a large island
separated from the continent by Lassen Strait
which connected the northern end of the
present Sacramento Valley with large lakes
in Eastern Oregon.
Much of the present Sierra Nevadas
scarcely deserve the name of mountains. The
streams had long been at work and had worn
the region down so that their valleys had
become broad and filled with gravel and sand.
Below- where they crossed the gold-bearing
quartz veins untold millions of gold had ac-
cumulated in these gravels. We know that
such conditions existed, for upon the western
slope of the now lofty rejuvinated Sierras
are remnants of this old surface and of the
river beds which the present streams have
cut through.
The traveler who enters the State by the
Santa Fe route and crosses the broad reaches
of the Mohave desert passes through a region
which is extremely interesting from the stand-
point of the history of its scenery.
The nearly worn down mountains of tlii -
region are the remains of the mountains of
those ancient days of which we have been
speaking. Great changes have taken place
over most other parts of the State but here
we have features which connect us with the
remote past. Here are mountains in the
last stages of existence. The boulders, gravel
and sand forming the vast desert plains over
the railroad winds from one divide to another
are the debris of once lofty mountains. Here
and there in the desert, particularly eastward
from the station of Mohave, the long gravel
slopes are not surmounted by solid rock. The
mountains have disappeared and the work of
destruction is complete.
In the San Bernardino Valley, about River-
side, and to the south, the same old mountains
are to be seen. Mountain-making movements
have in places broken up this old surface,
giving us the San Gabriel, San Bernardino.
San Jacinto and other ranges of California.
It is likely that without these lofty mountains
California would not have become a land of
oranges and other sub-tropic fruits, for the
mountains supply the water so much needed.
If there had been people living in Cali-
fornia in the remote period of which we have
been speaking, before the present lofty moun-
tains were born, they would have thought
just as we would have thought, that the
earth's stormy history was past and that
henceforth there would be.no more earth-
quakes and mountain-making fractures, no
more volcanoes and lava flows. Now we can
look back and see how mistaken such view-,
would have been.
Those quiet times during which the moun-
tains slowly wore away came to an end and
over most of the California region. There
came a period when the forces within the
earth which occasionally, now in one place,
in >\v in another, bend and break the crust,
began to exert themselves over the western
portion of the continent. Fissures were
formed in the crust of the earth giving rise
to great blocks some of which were forced
up while others were dropped. In this way
began the picturesque mountains of the pres-
II / si i i<\ FIELD
The Lofty Mountains ol Calil
cm day. Wc must not, however, think they
we're made all at once, for mountains in an-
cient days urn- made in the same way as
at present. That is, by a gradual, impercep-
table folding of the earth's crust, or by earth-
quake fracture in which the slipping varies
from a few inches to several hundred feet.
The breaking up of the extensive area of
low relief in the manner which we have de-
scribed intensified the contrasts both of cli-
mate and of scenic conditions. Not only did
the ureal basin, with the precipitous mountain
wall of the Sierra Nevadas upon the west
and the Wasatch upon the east, come into
existence, but also the desert conditions. The
moist winds which had formerly swept in from
the Pacific were cut off by the lofty barriers
rising upon the west. This made the region
of the great basin much drier but at the
same time increased the rainfall upon all
slopes facing the ocean. The loftier moun-
tains condensed more of the moisture and
thus came into being the conditions which
make irrigation possible over parts of the
drier sections of the State.
The new mountains changed the courses of
some of the pre-existing streams while others
were cut in two. Upon the summit of the
Peninsula range, just below the Mexican line,
are old river beds which once must have
headed far to the eastward over the region
of the present Colorado desert whose sur-
face is thousands of feet below them.
The lofty mountains of California were not
all made at the same time. It is probable
that the Sierra Madre is older than the Sierra
Nevada, while the San Jacinto Range is older
still. The Sierra Nevada Range has evidently
not yet reached its final uplift for the earth-
quake of 1872 in Owens Valley showed a new
break along the old fracture line at the
eastern base of these mountains. In places
the valley bottom dropped ten to forty feet.
Since the uplift of the great earth blocks,
most perfectly typified in California by the
Sierra Nevada Mountains, the frost, the
streams and the glaciers have been actively
at work, sculpturing out the canons and
jagged peaks which now make them so at-
tractive.
As we trace the geological history of the
California region far back into the dim per-
iods of the past we find that the epochs of
mountain-making — for there have been main — ■
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were marked by periods of wide-spread vol-
canic action. Molten masses within the earth,
pressed upon by the folding or breaking crust,
found relief through the fissures or other
weak spots in the .overlying crust and flowed
or were hurled out with explosive violence.
Particularly violent, extensive and long con-
tinued were the eruptions which 'mark the
later geologic history of northern California,
Oregon, Washington, and Idaho. These
eruptions date from the beginning of the last
great mountain-making period in the West.
They changed the geography of the whole
Northwest, burying the old surface under a
thickness of lava which in places amounts to
at least 3000 feet.
The eruptions continued for hundreds of
thousands of years. Periodically the skies
were darkened by volcanic ashes. There were
subterranean explosions, tremblings of the
earth and far flow-ing streams of fiery lava.
Lassen Strait to which we have referred was
filled up and a mountain range topped by
scores of extinct volcanoes now occupies its
place.
A gentle flowing of the earth arched a
portion of the surface of the volcanic region
of California, Oregon and Washington and
si i the Cascade Range came into being. Along
its crest, finally grew up the line of great
volcanoes stretching from Lassen Peak north-
ward past Shasta and scores of other great
peaks,
Volcanic action was not continuous along
the whole line, for long periods of quiet in-
tervened. During these quiet times plants and
animals spread over the surface, forests grew
up, lakes appeared, and about their shores
were strange animal forms whose bones were
sometimes preserved by being buried in the
lake sediments.
It is sometimes hard for us to realize the
uniformity of Nature, and distinguish in the
world about us the operations of those
eternal laws determining the building of the
earth. We live in a period which in this
pari of the world is free from volcanic erup-
tions, but we must not conclude that they
have ceased for good. It is less than one
hundred years ago that an eruption of lava
took place in California near Lassen Peak.
Some of the stubs of trees killed by the
volcanic ashes are still standing, wdiile later
still than the ashes is a field of black lava
covering about ten square miles,
Hut what else was happening in California
while the great mountain ranges were being
lifted up and the volcanic peak built sky-
ward? The changes of the land affect the
coast line: if the land rises the water re-
treats; if it sinks, the ocean floods the
bordering lowlands and valleys. There have
been so many osciallations of the California
coast that it is impossible to trace any but
the most important ones.
For long ages prior to the uplift .of the
Sierra Nevada Mountains, and while the
ocean still covered large parts of the interior
of the continent, land had existed in the
region of the present Coast Ranges. Here
upon the Jurassic shores grew forests con-
taining the earliest known ancestors of the
Sequoias, those giant trees whose race is
nearly run. The Coast Ranges of those
times bore no resemblance to the Coast
Ranges of the present, for the latter are com-
paratively recent.
With the rising of the Sierras the wdiole
coast moved upward. The ocean was dis-
placed from the Great Valley of California.
Folding and breaking of the crust also aided
in changing the coast line and bordering
mountains. To show how recent the geo-
graphic features of this region are we may
use the Berkeley Hills. LTpon the summit
of the latter are fresh water lake beds
belonging to one of the very youngest of the
geological formations.
The sea continued to retreat until at last
the shore lay outside the present one and
along the border of the now submerged con-
tinental plateau. The Santa Barbara Islands
then formed a mountain range upon the edge
of the continent. The mastodon, horse, and
other extinct animals of that time wandered
over this region and left their bones, frag-
ments of which have been uncovered by the
waves in the cliffs of one of the islands.
After the land had reached its greatest ele-
vation a subsidance set in and continued until
the region of the Coast Range was again
partly submerged, but before this occurred
the Glacial period was ushered in.
It is possible that this period of increased
cold and greater precipitation may have been
the result of the higher lands of that time.
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for about mountain tops the rain or snow
(all is greater than in valleys.
Heavy snows fell upon the mountains and
the deserts were again covered with verdure,
for the whole western United States was more
or less affected in the climatic changes of
the Glacial period. The snows accumulating
from year to year changed to ice and the
glaciers tints Conned moved down the canons.
For ages previous to the coming of the
glaciers the streams had been cutting deeper
and deeper channels upon the slopes of the
uplifted mountain blocks of which we have
already spoken. These canons were gener-
ally narrow and V-shaped but in places had
widened to valleys. The glaciers did not
originate the canons nor were they the chief
instrument in their formation, but they some-
what deepened and rounded their slopes.
To the glaciers we owe tr. ach of the most
striking and interesting scenery of the Sierra
Xevaclas and Klamath Mountains, but the
Sierra Madre was too far south and not of
sufficient height to afford true glaciers.
The polished rounded granite slopes, the
clear lakes occupying basins scooped out of
the solid rocks, or lying behind deposits of
rock debris left in the canons at the lower
ends of the glaciers, and some of the water-
falls of the Yosemite and other valleys owe
their existence to glacial action.
The Yosemite Valley was not formed by
glaciers, nor is it the result of the sinking
of a portion of the earth's crust as we might
be led to think from the abruptness of its
walls, but rather to the simple thorough pro-
longed action of water. The valley lies at the
junction of several streams where the rocks
are somewhat softer and intersected by nearly
vertical joints. It is true, however, that the
glaciers somewhat modified the valley. They
cleaned out the valley, tore away portions of
the walls, making them more precipitous, and
diverted the streams so as to give rise to the
Yosemite and Nevada Falls.
Large rivers created by the melting snows
and glaciers found their way into the desert
valleys of the Great Basin, until the latter
became dotted with lakes, some of which were
hundreds of miles in extent. Owens Lake
overflowed and sent a great river southward.
forming a lake in the dry bed of which the
Searls Borax works are situated.
As the years passed the climate changed
again and the glaciers began to retreat. The
desert streams and lakes mostly dried up. the
broad sheets of shallow water giving place
to broad barren reaches of alkali, salt. Imrax
or merely mud.
The land sank after the glacial period until
it was as much as 1500 feet below the present
level, flooding the coastal region of the State.
Following this another uplift began. The
movement was not uniform but by stages,
and at each epoch of rest the waves cut
cliffs. As each in succession was abandoned,
the slopes of the rising land facing the sea
showed a succession of steps or terraces as we
commonly call them. LIpon the slopes of San
Pedro Hill, southwest of Los Angeles, there
are fully a dozen of these terrances.
The Colorado River, of wdiich we have
heard so much lately, was and is still en-
gaged in a great work. During the long period
of the evolution of our mountains, canons
and coast lines, the river built a delta across
the head of the Gulf of California giving rise
to the Salton basin. Then it filled the basin
with water, making a great lake, but after
a time left it and turned directly to the gulf.
The lake dried up and in its place there
existed until recently one of the hottest and
most barren deserts in the southwestern
United States. As a result of man's blun-
dering the river was again diverted into the
Salton basin, and before it was controlled the
shore of the new lake had in places ap-
proached within a mile of those of the ancient
lake.
And thus come down to the present time.
Volcanic action, earthquakes, a changing coast
line, and the formation of a new Salton Sea
teach us that our geographic features are not
fixed. Our picturesque surroundings are not
produced without a corresponding cost. To
the instability of the Pacific border we owe
the presence of the remarkable and interest-
ing scenery, which is not only inspiring to
look upon but which has influenced so deeply
the climate and productions of the Pacific-
slope.
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A SONG Ol Hit WEST
SI \(, ho ' foi the w ■ West,
Where il»- cloud-piercing uplands sic,
the
i, the high hill l
Where dangers are braved when -1"'" i« t1"
Vnd lifi ind free.
Sing hoi lor the West; I ' land,
H h I"- iportsinan may pitch his tenl il he »
K> silvery trout-stream or ihining strand,
With virgin i hand
Vnd prospect i i hill.
n I ed West,
\\ ,,i, its broadi ning rivei - thai swei p out to sea ;
v , . ,i,. oung man will find opportunity best
And the triu- man may live out hi* life with a test .
0 he Wi the far West for me!
Henry Morey.
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4
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TIGER TRACKS
m
Bj P. W. Reid.
Part [L— (Concluded).
UNTING with elephants is a
favorite pastime with those
native princes who still exercise
the shadow of their former des-
potic power under British suzer-
ainty. The elephant is an ani-
mal of state in the Orient, and
his caparisoned and colossal
form bulks huge and imposing
in the durbars and ceremonial
procession of nawabs and rajahs. All native
princes keep a stud of elephants, some of
which are trained to the hunt. With these
they offer royal sport to their distinguished
visitors, viceroys or princes from across the
(ocean). It is remarkable that for-
eign royaltieS are always credited with a "kill"
at these entertainments, and their portraits
appear in the illustrated papers, posed, rifle in
hand over a dead tiger. But there are many
guests and some confusion at these great en-
tertainments, and gossip hints that clever cour-
tiers sometimes waive the claim of their
superior skill in favor of the prince. It might
not affect the reigning dynasty, but it would
be without precedent for a European prince
to return from India without a tiger skin. Of
all Indian sport, hunting with elephants is the
most imposing, and the most Oriental in the
barbaric splendor of its state.
A spectator might take the line of elephants.
fiftj or more in number and caparisoned with
hoivdahs, for the advance guard of an army.
On their necks ride iiuilioiits in uniform, the
drivers who steer the huge coach. The sports-
men, seated behind the wooden defences of
the howdah, feel secure as in a tower. When
the line halts they look to their rifles, and
await eagerly the tramp of the "pad" (without
howdah ) elephants that are advancing towards
them through the long grass. Nothing, it
would seem can stand before that earth-shak-
ing march, the jungle must give up its game
to the last tiger, which from this secure height
one could kill between the whiffs of a cigar.
But wait till a tiger charges, as it may, if the
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35
unsubduable temper of the noble brute is
roused by a wound ! If he claws the elephant's
trunk, or springs onto his back, fighting to a
finish, then with the shrill trumpeting of the
elephant clashing with the tiger's roar, and
the howdah rocking like a boat in a ground
swell, the hunter's nerve is put to the test. It
is this chance that adds the zest of danger to
the sport. Otherwise the odds are patently in
favor of the man in the howdah. Hence the
caustic comment of an observer that the sport
was like "shooting a mad dog from the top of
an omnibus." It is doubtless the safest way
of attacking a ferocious wild beast.
But hunting with elephants, typically Indian
as it is, is not every-day sport. They are very
expensive animals to keep. In the words of
the song in "Wang" :
"The elephant eats all day,
And the elephant eats all night."
and with fodder at say a dollar a head, and
the board and wages of mahout and grooms as
well, a stud of elephants is not within the
means of a man on government salary. Let
us turn now from this diversion of princes to
the more ordinary forms of tiger hunting.
Driving the jungle for big game having been
described in a recent number of this magazine,
it is unnecessary in this place to do more than
point out some differences in detail. The
bundobast, or arrangement, is essentially the
same : the sending out of a shikari, or native
tracker, the assemblage of a horde of coolies
to act as beaters. But where the game in
view is a tiger, the bundobast is a more serious
and expensive affair. A shikari who enjoys the
reputation of being a good tiger-finder is apt
to put a fancy figure on his services. He
knows his value. The beaters expect double
the usual pay, and a much larger contingent
must take the field than on a deer-hunt. They
have their own skins to consider and believe
there is safety in numbers. There is certainly
much more noise, and with a thickset hedge of
men armed with staves and spears in his rear,
the tiger is less likely to break back and upset
the calculations of the waiting guns. The
latter instead of taking up positions more or
less under cover on the ground are posted up
in trees. For their comfort and security a
machan, as it is called in Hindustani, is con-
structed. A couple of woodsmen select a
stout-limbed tree, and build in the fork of its
branches a platform of stout sticks. On this
seat, which might be a rough foundation of an
eagle's nest, the hunter squats with his rifle
and paraphernalia, waiting events. Inglori-
ously safe, you think, while the beaters risk
their lives afoot? Well, there is not very
much danger on the ground till a shot has
been fired; and the man in the tree is not out
of reach of a wounded tiger, unless his machan
is about fifteen feet at least above the earth.
I can remember the fate of an officer who,
having lately recovered from illness did not
feel equal to much climbing, ordered his
machan built at twelve feet off the ground.
He fired at and wounded a tiger, which
promptly clawed him off his perch, and put an
end to him. Twenty feet up is a safe and airy
position, and gives the sportsmen a wide range
of view. If he covets danger, it will come to
meet him when, leaving his eyrie, he has to
track a wounded tiger on foot.
Now the first move in this elaborate game
comes from the noble quarry. The tiger is a
comparatively rare animal, and one or a pair
may range over a considerable tract of jungle.
But their signs betray them, the unmistakable
broad "pugs" of the regal feline. For these
the shikaris watch out by the watering-pools
in the wilderness, and by the salt-licks to
which deer resort. They are also very much
interested in the fate of the cattle belonging
to the villagers who live on the outskirts of
the forest. For as soon as a tiger has killed
either a cow or a deer, his location is easily
made out, and he will probably remain there
till he has disposed of his prey. That is the
signal for operations to begin. The shikari
returns hot-foot to the hunter's camp, or bun-
galow, and as soon as may be the hunting be-
gins. And it proceeds from start to firing-
line with more clamor and excitement, but
otherwise much in the same way as the al-
ready described drive for deer.
If driving be not resorted to, the "kill", as
the tiger's victim is termed, may be put to
another use. A full grown cow is more than a
night's meal for a hungry tiger. Having
dragged the carcass to a secluded spot, the de-
stroyer gluts his first appetite with the thighs,
and then retires to slake his thirst, and sleep
off the effects of the banquet. In the meantime
a machan is built, and the hunter sits up to
await the tiger's return for another meal.
There is a kind of retributive justice in thus
using the victim to lure the killer to his doom.
But the hunter often waits in vain, so sus-
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pidoua ii the g im< o Icei n it-
the i. mmi of human meddling.
Another sitting up plan employed by the
lone hunter ii to provide a living dec
buyi .1 lowing calf, or :> brisk young goat, and
tethers the sacrifice out in a selected place.
Bleating "r bellowing, he believes, will sound
like a dinner call t" ■ Famished tiger; and he
hopes his guest will not notice that there ii
■ string to the gift animal. Big-game hunting
h.is I.. image of war ; ami it is a
maxim oi warfare to take a lesson from the
Mv The tiger is fond ol
ambuscades, and the hunter pleases 1
with the notion of employing similar wiles
against that crafty brute.
lie needs some consolatory reflections, for
he is likely to have before him a weary and
often fruitless time of waiting. Instead of a
mochan, some men have a native bedstead — a
i frame with broad cotton bands
stretched across it — fixed up in the tree. This
is comfortable, but it is somewhat of a snare.
Its hammock-like yielding surface invites the
watcher to a gentle doze. But watch he ought.
with eyes and cars alert — as it is impossible to
say when the alarm may come — and best alone.
For a native, however useful as a second sen-
try, is very apt to cough at unseasonable mo-
ments. At first the hunter, who usually posts
himself about two hours before sunset, is keen
enough, — as keen as a man can be in a shade
temperature of 110° F. With rifle at the ready,
and a belt full of spare cartridges hung close
at hand, he looks for the tiger to slink out of
the jungle. But the minutes pass, and nothing
happens. There is not a sound in the breath-
less jungle, the sere leaves drop silently.
Cramped, he changes his position ; oppressed
by the languid air his eyelids close in spite of
his will. At length comes the blessed relief of
evening. The glaring sun has sunk; it is
shadow time in the forest; a little breeze plays
with the dead leaves ; a night-bird begins to
croon. The crisping air of nightfall whets the
hunter's nerve; and if the tiger so long-ex-
pected falls into the ambush while the sky is
still pink, the odds are in favor of the rifle.
But when the hunter sits wrapped in "the
blanket of the dark", chance inclines towards
the side of the tiger. Without actual ex-
perience, none can tell how difficult it is to
aim with precision by the shadow-chequered
light of the moon or stars — to say nothing of
the obscurity of the jungle under a cloudy
night sky. White paper, luminous paint, dia
tnond splits all theie arc very well in their
u.i\, but ib. ) .ii i apl i' i tail the eye that de-
pends on them. Sighting in fact is somewhat
of a delusion on a dark night. And tin
.! to regular hours, has a
bard task to keep himself on the qui Vtve, and
his muscles free from the numbness that may
paralyze him at the critical moment Ho is
io interpret rightly what
is going on below him in the dark.
I o the novice is seems that the murky jungle
1 with stealthy movements, with the
pacing of furtive feet, the advances and re-
treats of a shadowy host. Much of this is the
mere projection of his busy brain. Now and
again the quiet is really broken by the swoop
of a night-hawk, the cry of a deer, or the
yowl of a leopard. A pair of jackals sneak
up to snatch a morsel from their master's feast.
In the excessive caution of their gestures, their
pricked cars and outstretched necks, there is
the exaggeration of a stage-entry, a comic re-
lief of the serious suspense of watching. But
they indicate that the tiger is nowhere near.
It is vain to listen for his return. For all
his weight the great beast treads as lightly as
a cat. He may pass unperceived directly under
the hunter, whose relaxed attention is first
roused by the sound of crunching bones. He
fires at an ill-defined mark, and should he kill
outright, it were best to confess honestly to a
very good fluke. On these night-alarms car-
tridges are often blazed away to no purpose.
Wraiths of tigers are shot at, branches and
leaves are cut away, and when light comes it
reveals nothing dead but the aging corpse of
the decoy.
Hit or miss, kill or wound, of course the
hunter must wait patiently for the dawn. No
sane man would descend from his machan in
order to finish a wounded tiger in the dark.
But following a blood-trail is a common end-
ing of the hunt, whether the jungles have been
driven by day or the hunter has sat up all
night over a "kill." The sport then fairly
bristles with the hazard. For a flesh wound
merely irritates, while a lung wound does not
incapacitate a tiger. Indeed, a tiger can only
be "knocked out" by a shot through the spine
that paralyzes the limbs, Short of that he lays
up somewhere and nurses his energies for a
murderous spring on his pursuers. Hence the
danger of using the expanding "express" bul-
let against fierce game animals. When a vital
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spot is not touched, the wound does not give
the same shock to the system as the solid
penetrating hullet. Being less damaged, the
animal is more active and keen for turning
on the hunter.
The small tracking-party — the hunter, his ■
shikari, and a few picked followers — have
nothing but the "pugs" and blood stains left
behind by the wounded tiger to guide them.
In the hot season the trail usually leads them
into the bed of some dried watercourse; and
there among the slabs of rock the footprints
cease, and the blood-gouts are no longer seen.
The tiger is lurking in cover. Now comes the
tug of war. Dry grass, dead leaves, withered
branches, the color of all things is in harmony
with the tiger's striped and tawny skin.
Sometimes a reckless young hunter, disre-
garding advice, wades into the grass and all
but steps on the wounded animal. Then en-
sues a scene of indescribable confusion and
danger. The hunter's snap shot whistles wide
of its mark, and four hundred weight of
furious bone and muscle springs upon him. At
the roar of the charging tiger, the coolies scat-
ter helter-skelter, sauve que pent. Lucky for
the rash hunter, if his shikari, who carries a
second rifle, is staunch, for it will need a
steady shot to save his life. Mangled to a cer-
tain extent he must be by those rending claws
and furious teeth. Thus a hunt that began
tamely in a secure ambush may end in the
hazard of life and limb.
And this may happen without taking any
foolhardy risks. For a wounded tiger, mad
with pain, is as ready to charge as an un-
wounded one is clever at slipping through the
circle of his pursuers. The veteran hunter
who skilfully plans the dislodging of a tiger
from high grass, either by sending in a large
gang of beaters armed with pikes, or a bunch
of cattle — for, strange to say, cattle, if in suf-
ficient numbers and jungle-raised, will face
tigers — stands himself in a dangerous posi-
tion. He bars the retreat of the tiger, risks
the charge, and his life may hang on the
hazard of a miss-fire. Among his collection
of striped pelts the old hunter has one or two
that he has bought at the price of his skin, or
even a limb. Tiger scratches cut as deep as a
Maori tattooing, and I have see backs and
chests marked with such old scores. But there
is no jesting at those scars, for the grave risk
of blood poisoning attends wounds received in
jungle battles. Serious illness, amputation, loss
of life, these are the hazards that wait upon
the hunter who faces the charge of a tiger.
Whether won without a scratch, or at the
cost of blood, the mounted skull and skin of a
tiger is the grand trophy of Indian sport. The
winter pelt is, of course, the heavier, but
tigers are not usually hunted at that time of
year. The hunting season comes in the hot
weather, when the jungle is most open and
accessible, and the watercourses are dried into
occasional pools, around which the life of the
jungle-folk is concentrated. Under those cir-
cumstances driving and tracking are easier.
But the climate is a sore trial even to the.
seasoned Anglo-Indian. A daily maximum of
110° to 120° Fahr., malaria, bad water, flies and
mosquitoes, attacks of fever — these are the
drawbacks that ending in serious illness some-
times put an end to a hunter's carefully
planned expedition.
It must not be imagined that tigers are at all
common in Bengal, or any other province of
India. In the thickly populated and cultivated
plains they are a name and nothing more. The
jungles to which tiger-hunters resort are far
from the centers of population. They are situ-
ated in the Teroi country, which lies at the
base of the Himalayas ; in the table lands of
Central India and the Deccen ; in the low-lying
Sunderbunds in the delta of the Hoogly, and
elsewhere.
Even in jungle districts tigers are getting
scarce. The men who have the best chance of
good sport are the local officials — forest officers
especially. For they know the country and
how to handle the native folk, and that is
more than half the battle, as so much depends
on the character of the shikaris employed.
The man who comes from the other end of
India may spend handfuls of rupees and all
his leave time, and yet not kill a tiger. The
residents, too, will tell you that a skin repre-
sents many blank days, many weary nights of
fruitless sitting up. The tiger is a wily and
suspicious animal, and leads his hunters a
pretty dance before they catch him — or lose
him.
No ; tiger-hunting is not sport for every
day, or everybody. The handsome trophy has
certainly cost much time and money; perhaps
has been won at the expense of health and
strength. But the Indian hunter values the
tiger pelt above all other prizes of the jungle,
and the labor in which he delights physics the
pain of his exile.
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HARMONY
n my soul there
are strings tavit
they echo a symphony
To the music which comes on the wings of the wind
the iky ami the sea.
And (Hi ! It is iweel and Oh I It is good
This stirring of melody!
For we are a tune — my soul and the song
W'huh was written by God'n own hand;
tad He gave the great gift of a beautiful voice
To the sea and the sky and the land.
And gladly they sing and my soul calls back
In unison deep and grand.
— Grace G. Croivcll.
AUTUMN
THE sickle's song is silent o'er the meadow,
The reapers' noonday carol now is still,
A mellow autumn haze is on the lowlands.
The moving brown of quail upon the hill;
Some mystic touch bestirs the dreamy silence,
Some subtle essence of the garnered past
And we from endless search through weary pathways
Have found the blessed coign of earth at last.
Here let us know a moment of fulfillment,
Follow the thistle-feet upon their way.
Drink in the heart-born music of the waters,
In dreams forget there comes another day;
O ecstacy some unseen hand has wakened !
The pulsing heart is full of worship-fire,
And all the joy my soul has had in dreaming
Is ten-fold sweeter here with leaf and lyre.
—S. A. White.
CLOUDS
FROM my window I see them floating
| Across the pale sapphire sky,
All silver and gold and crimson
In the glow that bids daylight die.
There they march on in great phalanxes
With outriders, one by one;
And lower, extend their columns,
Like bars, o'er the setting sun.
O dark clouds, o'er yon horizon
Ye press on the sun's bright face,
Like the weight of sorrow loading
My heart in its secret place.
And yet your ensanguined edges
Speak plain of your fairer side;
So perhaps my grief will lighten
With the shifting of time and tide.
—Donald A. Fraser.
By W. F. Burton.
WELVE bears, of which four
were grizzlies, is not a bad
record for a two weeks' hunt.
That is what four of us did
this last spring. The party
consisted of Lieutenant Gover-
nor Dunsmuir, his son-in-law,
Major Audain, Robert Barck-
ley and myself. We went
north from Victoria on Mr.
Dunsmuir's steam yacht, "The Thistle," and
arrived at the entrance to Gardiner's Inlet
on the seventh of May. Major Audain and
Mr. Barckley went up the Kildara River
near Kitimat, while I went on with the
Governor up Gardiner's Canal to the mouth
of the Kanamara River. It is of my trip
up that river and of the killing of the largest
grizzly I had ever seen that I am going to
tell.
Taking with me two Indians, men who
knew their country pretty well, we left the
boat at one o'clock on the eighth of May.
The Kanamara is a big stream and it runs
very fast. The bed is very wide and the
water runs between numerous sand-bars.
On account of the swiftness of the current
we had to adopt the canal method of pro-
gression. That is, we hauled our boat up
with a stout rope. It will not be difficult
for anyone who has ever tried this plan of
traveling to imagine that we made but slow
progress. By eight o'clock in the evening
we had only covered about eight miles.
Here we decided to camp, and immediately
we stopped, the Indians set about getting
supper. While doing this they saw, high
up on the mountain-side, what certainly
looked like a grizzly, but it was beginning
to get dusk so we could not be sure. Very
shortly after that a big black bear crossed
the snow slide and walked to where the
other bear had been seen, but directly he
approached the spot he turned back and re-
crossed the-slide, evidently having smelt the
other bear and not wanting to make a closer
acquaintance. It was too late to think of
hunting that night so we turned in early.
Next morning it was pouring rain and
heavy clouds hung over the spot where our
bears were expected to be, so we moved
camp, going up the river. The trip was a
pretty bad one, for the pouring rain made
everything unpleasantly cold. The river
ran among dense cottonwoods which, inter-
spersed with scrub fir, covered the lower
part of the mountains. Usually just below
the snow line there were clear places and it
was on these that we expected to find our
game. All morning we worked our way up
the river, seeing nothing more interesting
than the glorious scenery of the river and
mountain with an occasional bird or squirrel
and a number of mountain goats to let us
know that there were living things in that
part of the world.
There was not much likely country up
the river so we came back to our old camp-
ing ground, arriving there again late in the
evening. The rain had at last stopped and
there was our bear feeding in almost the
same spot where we had seen him on the
previous evening, only a little more in the
open. He was in a grassy gulch just be-
low the snow line, and in spite of the great
distance it was plain to us that he was the
biggest grizzly we had ever seen. Again
we camped within sight of the big fellow
and wondered if its hide would decorate our
canoe on our return to the yacht.
Four o'clock next morning saw us out
with our glasses. There was our new and
distant acquaintance out feeding again in
the same spot, but that spot was a good two
and a half hours' climb from where we
were camped, and we knew that by the
time we got up there he would have fin-
ished his morning meal. There was nothing
for it but to wait until the afternoon.
At four o'clock I crossed the river, taking
one Indian with me and leaving the other in
camp to signal us when the bear should come
out. Previously we had rigged up a white
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Bag. It consisted of an undervesl tied n> the
end "i i canoe pole. Thia the Indian was to
r ci me out
If tin- bear was in the same place he was to
wave a in (.-.imp. If higher up he wot
farther np the river ami wave it. if thi
i down he would
from a point farther down the river.
Up the mountain -.idc we clambered. It was
difficult work pulling ourselves up by the scrub
fir thai covered the ground everywhere. We
kept well to windward of the place we ex-
bruin to be, and when after two and
a half hours of strenuous climbing we had
reached the required height we crouched in
the thickets, waiting patiently for the waving
of the Hag. It was not long that we were
kept waiting, hut we were impatient to be
again. The thrill of the hunt was in
our veins and we ehafed at any delay. How-
ever, no matter how much we might dislike
waiting we knew enough to control our im-
patience and keep perfectly still, for on our
doing this depended to a very large extent the
of our hunt. For half an hour we lay
there and then to our joy we caught sight of
the flag waving some distance farther up the
river from our camp. This meant that we
must climb higher, so we stealthily moved
upwards, being careful not to tread on a rotten
stick or to click our heels against a stone.
Slowdy but surely we mounted higher umil we
came out on a little rocky bluff, just the place
for our purpose. Peering over, we saw our
game two hundred yards below us. We must
have passed very near him but he apparently
did not suspect that an enemy was in the vi-
cinity, for he was quietly feeding on the scrub
willow that was now tender and succulent from
the warmth of the spring.
I should like to have got nearer, but here
we were on a point of vantage. If we went
lower it was plain that we could not see him
anything like as well as from here. He was as
yet too much hidden from view to get a good
shot, and I knew that the bullet of a .303 could
be very easily turned even by a willow wand.
It was a thrilling time, those few minutes of
waiting with the game in sight and within
actual shot. We could see his every movement
as he munched the juicy morsels. I could even
fancy I heard the scraping of the food between
his teeth, but perchance my imagination helped
me there. We waited five minutes — perhaps
ten, I cannot say — and at the end of that time
,,] oul of the willows on to the grass.
From the vallej he had looked big, but now
that v.. ■ fully realized that
we hail within reach the biggest thing in
grizzlies that we had ever looked on. He was
indeed a giant of his kind, and his kind are
not usually small.
He was feeding away from us, and as I was
looking down on him I was at a disadvantage.
As luck would have it my first shot broke his
spine and then the great brute started to roll
down the mountain-side. After him we ran.
bounding through brushwood and over every
obstacle. Could anyone have been watching
they would have been amused to see the way
in which we covered the ground. I am several
years beyond the sprinting age, but I am sure
I chased that grizzly at the rate of about a
mile in four minutes. The last we saw of
him he was rolling over a little ridge. How-
ever it was not difficult to follow, for he
cleared a trail wherever he went. Sending the
Indian back for our coats I followed and at
last came upon him huddled up in a bunch of
willows. Again I fired from about eighty
yards distance and this again started him
rolling. This was repeated until the fifth
shot put him out of his misery.
He was a brown grizzly with a short coat
similar to most of the coast variety. I won-
dered at the pelt being so poor, for he had not
long come out of his winter quarters and was
as fat as if it were autumn. The Indians said
they thought he must be fifty years old, but
as I do not know anything about the natural
age of a bear I will not venture a guess about
this. All I know is that he was an enormous
bear, measuring a trifle over nine feet from
nose to tail, and when skinned the pelt meas-
ured nine feet six inches, and weighed eighty
pounds without the skull. This is the first
trip I have made without a camera and I
have never wanted one so badly.
I returned at once to the boat with my
trophy, which was generally admired, but the
saddest part of the story is to follow. When
we had finished our hunt, and were returning
through Queen Charlotte Sound, a fire broke
out in the stokehole of "The Thistle" and all
our trophies were burned except one brown
skin we had sent down on the tug Pilot, our-
selves and crew, numbering seventeen in all,
having but just time enough to save our lives.
We had the fun, but we have nothing to show
for it.
By E. C. Crossman.
HREE of us, the Kid, the
Editor and myself, had long
been promising ourselves a
real quail hunt. Our hunting
instincts had been fired by
the tales of big bags of the
birds which had been secured
up in the San Fernando
Valley. If I remember rightly
these same tales were told us
by the gun and ammunition dealers, but
guileless as we were we did not connect
the tellers and the tales in the way that
the more sophisticated hunter would have
done, but swallowed everything whole that
came our way in the shape of quail stories
and laid awake nights figuring how many
birds were to go to each friend at twenty-
five birds per hunter.
The Editor had ordered himself an
expensive double gun, costing some fifteen
dollars F. O. B. Los Angeles, and we were
awaiting the arrival of this masterpiece
before starting our slaughter.
One fine day the gun arrived — it was
Thursday if I am not mistaken — and in
thirty minutes we had our plans all laid
to take the 11:55 P. M. train, or at least
the train that was supposed to leave about
midnight Saturday, and be on the grounds
fresh and early Sunday morning.
After duly admiring the gun, sighting
it at doors and windows and other large
objects and wondering how it was possible
to miss with a shotgun, we departed to a
shop where guns and all the accessories,
both before and after the fact, were for
sale.
The man said that about three drams
powder and an ounce of shot was a good
quail load so we said in a businesslike way,
"Gimme four boxes".
We afterwards discovered that the man
must have meant three drams of powder
and a pound of shot but we did not discover
this in time to have any bearing on the
hunt.
The Editor after vainly trying to cram
a shell into his gun upon his return to the
office with the paraphernalia, and after
much calling of curses down upon the heads
of the makers of the gun for making the
barrels too small, finally decided that it
would be better to use 16 gauge shells in
a 16 gauge gun instead of going to the
trouble of roughly jamming a 12 gauge
shell into a gun a size too small, and again
paid a visit to the gun emporium to make
the exchange.
I, after careful reading of the advertise-
ments on the back pages of the sporting
magazines, found in the Western Field an
advertisement extolling the virtues of a new
gun which you loaded up with some half
a box of shells, from this time on until the
gun was empty it being merely necessary
to press the trigger when the gun was in
the general direction of the bird and then
go and pick up the bird, and so on ad
finem or until the birds or the shells
gave out. I bought one in spite of the
scornful remarks of the Editor anent "Game
hogs" and their guns. I felt that with a
bag of some twenty-five birds at the end
of the day that the argument would be too
strong for the opposition and so made no
reply until I could secure the argument.
The Kid rented a gun. This class of
guns are furnished to the gun stores by the
Audabon and other societies for the pres-
ervation of birds and game; they fulfill
their object nobly, as they make a loud
noise and do no harm except to the
shooter's feelings.
Saturday night saw us at the depot, laden
with a lunch that weighed some ten pounds
apiece and ammunition of indeterminate
weight, ranging from ten pounds to as many
tons as the day of the hunt passed on. We
got on the train and the conductor informed
us that the train did not stop at Roscoe,
our destination, some fourteen miles up the
Fernando Valley.
We decided to stay on, anyhow, and if
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the conductor wanted t" carry us on to San
Fernando so mnch the better, as some of
the plots of the biggest tales we had
listened to had been laid in the vicinity of
San Fernando and we argued that a quail
quail no matter where you found him.
The conductor was right. The train did
not stop at Roscoe, but we got off just the
same. Away out on a cactus desert the
engine howled some remark to the rest of
the train and the brakeman came back to us
and observed: "Here is where you get off".
The train slackened speed a little so that
the telegraph poles ceased to look like
pickets on a fence and took some individual-
ity, but the train was still running, as we
afterwards figured it, about forty miles per
hour. The "braky" pointed out a light
some five miles down the track ahead of
us and said. "That's Roscoe and you want
to jump lively as we cannot stop long."
They didn't. The engine kept right along
with its monotonous grumbling to itself and
so we agreed that we would jump; the
Editor first, the Kid about the switch light
at Roscoe, while I was to jump last.
As the light was fast approaching the
Editor swung off. I figured that he kept
up with the platform on which we were
standing for a distance of a hundred yards
after he jumped and his gun being lighter,
did fifty yards more before dropping behind
the procession.. Finally an agonized yell
and a dull thud announced that the Editor
had stopped rolling.
The Kid looked scared but I told him
not to get off like an old lady but to swing
off as low as possible. Just there or there-
abouts the Southern Pacific had scooped out
a gravel and sand pit, but in the white
moonlight it looked just like all the rest
of the landscape and the Kid let go just
over the excavation. The gravel was good
and soft and the pit too high from bottom
to top to permit any great progress after
striking in it, but the fall was long and Kid
got in three long Apache howls before
hitting terra firma. He certainly got off as
low as possible all right.
I profited by their experience and got
off gracefully, although the gang insisted
that my clothes did not look the part; but
a little roll in the soft sand didn't hurt,
and I had thrown the gun and lunch before
alighting myself, so escaped any great
damage.
Ten minutes walk took the Kid and my-
self back to the light at the "Town" of
Roscoe, when a little later the Editor and
some of his clothes likewise arrived. We
hiked a long five miles in the moonlight
up toward the foothills and the later it got
the colder it became. Finally arriving at a
convenient hay stack, we unpacked our
blankets, scraped a little hay together and
tried to sleep the rest of the night. Only
those who have tried sleeping out on a
cold December night in "Sunny California"
can appreciate our pleasure, and if I ever
come any nearer to freezing to death there
will be no use coming back to this sphere
at all. A lone coyote sat out on a mound
and howled praise to the sun that was to
come, and curses on the cold moon that
was, until even his howls froze up in his
throat and he strangled.
At the first break of day we arose from
our hard beds, cold, stiff, sleepy, hungry
and disgusted. After concealing our bedding
and gun cases in the hay, we started for a
little reservoir or lake about a half a mile
away. On the way over three fine mallards
got up from the little water course that
we were following and flew off with loud
noise of wings. We looked after them
stupidly and without interest. What we
wanted was hot coffee and a fire, not some
darned old ducks.
Arriving at the reservoir, the same three
mallards, accompanied by some ten or
fifteen cousins, arose and left for parts un-
known. This aroused some interest in the
crowd of us, enough to start angry re-
criminations about not having sense enough
to sneak up on the reservoir and get a
couple of the ducks.
After building a fire and feeling the
grateful warmth stealing through our bones
we began to take a more optimistic view
of life, and a little later when the sun peeped
over the hills back of us, and a cock quail
up in the brush greeted Old Sol with a
merry, "Co-co-Ah-Ca„ Co-co-aaah-Ca", we
gave a feeble cheer and set unpacking the
grub. With about a quart of hot coffee
gurgling about our innards, and a half
pound or more of hot bacon where it would
do the most good, in addition to other
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things calculated to stay the inner man
until the next meal, we felt positively like
hunters again and ready to climb the
highest hill before us in search of the
elusive beauties which were by that time
calling all around us. The Editor, who
was coldblooded and thawed out slower
than the other members of the crowd, was
loth to leave the pleasant fire, so after
packing up the remnants of the feast I
placed a 12 gauge shell in the live coals and
suggested that we all leave. We did. The
Editor, who was unacquainted with the
harmless properties of smokeless powder
unconfined in a gun, left some ten seconds
ahead of the other two of us, which was
very good considering the even start which
we all had.
Several hundred yards ahead, when the
Editor's pace had settled down to a gallop,
he nearly ran over a cottontail which was
sitting by the side of the trail and sleepily
rubbing its eyes.
As the bunnie only ran off a few yards
and then stopped, I suggested shooting it;
but the Editor scornfully announced that
he had not come after rabbits — he wanted
quail. Towards the end of the day I caught
this self same editor stalking a ground
squirrel about four inches long with the
fiendish eagerness of an Apache.
We early ran into a field which had been
burned off and which was covered with
stubble about two inches high. We decided
to hunt in this field as we could retrieve
our birds much easier than by climbing
around in the brush. We had no trouble
retrieving all that we found in this field,
and somewhat taken aback by our lack of
success in finding the birds, we decided to
go down in the Tejunga wash, which was
covered with cactus and rocks, and try our
luck there. We separated, the Editor going
across the wash on an angle, the Kid and
myself keeping near each other and walking
straight across.
I had walked about two hundred yards
when suddenly a big cock quail got up from
almost under my feet and started off back
of me. I instinctively threw the gun around
on to him and with the crack of the
Ballistite down tumbled the beauty with a
thump. I scrambled over rocks and brush
to where the quail had fallen. No quail was
in sight, but about ten yards further on
sat the cock, watching me with a disgusted
look. I interpreted his expression to be
about this: "Well I must be in my second
childhood, sure, when a greenie like that
can walk up and flush me and then get
me. I might as well quit right here." I
deposited him in my brand new hunting
coat and the little bundle of feathers sent
pleasant thrills through me every time I
felt it strike my hip.
Much encouraged, we continued our
march across the wash to where the hills
rose up like a wall in front of us. When
we got within about fifty yards of the hills,
there was a thunderous roar and a band
of fully two hundred of the blue beauties
got up in front of us just out of gun
shot and took to the mountain-side. We
both took chances and blazed away, but
the slain did not appear to cover the ground
nor did the covey appear to diminish in
size as it disappeared in the brush. The
Kid and I went up that hill like a pair of
hounds, and hustled over boulders and
through the brush to where the nearest
bird had disappeared, but no birds were to
be seen. We climbed about fifty yards
higher when suddenly a pair of the beauties
flushed from under our feet and started
off up the hill.
Both guns cracked in unison and the Kid
sat down in a bush suddenly and reflected
aloud about the kind of gun the stores rent
to suckers. One of the quail doubled up in
mid-air and fell with a thud and I went
after him on the run, leaving my gun where
I stood. I crashed through a bush and just
as I landed where I had seen the bird fall
about twenty more got up and flew off in all
directions, with their eyes popping out. I
know better now.
I found the quail I had hit, however, and
proudly picked him up and started back. As
I got in sight the chorus howled in unison,
"I got him". Then the chorus looked at
each other with deep scorn. "You got him!
I guess not, I had a dead bead on him just
as I fired". I sat down to patiently and
carefully explain to the Kid just how he
missed and the reason why I killed the quail,
and when the Editor arrived some half an
hour later the debate was still going on,
with heat.
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il,,. Editoi was hot and disgusted, and
last bul not least, empty handed "Well,
why in thunder didn't you mutts keep after
ti,r rest "i the c< ' "f sitting
fawn .m.l chewing the rag lil
arclel" qui ried the Editor with hi at, and the
Kid and l looked at each other sheepishly.
The bird in my pocket had been worth more
apparently than the rest o out in
the brush
We climbed slowly and painfully around
the side of the steep hill, and the Kid and
myself kept around the hill while the Editor
crossed an intervening brushy gulch and
climbed on a ridge that ran parallel with
our course. He immediately began to flush
the birds out of bushes and tufts of weeds
along the ridge, and for the next twelve or
fifteen shots he gave one of the finest
exhibitions of missing that I have ever seen.
Known angles and unknown angles;
straightaways and quarterers; high birds
and low ones, the Editor missed with the
utmost impartiality while we danced im-
potently on our birdless side and howled
advice across to the disgusted Nimrod.
A good shot could have picked up the
limit in an hour in that locality; the birds
had gone up the side of the gulch and
preferred hiding on its top to flushing and
going down into the next gulch, but the
chances were wasted on the Editor.
I ran across a poor unsuspecting bunnie
sitting under a bush watching the Editor
scare quail, and taking a long and careful
aim and shooting three or four loads of
shot into the poor rabbit for good measure,
I gathered the bunnie in and he afterwards
proved the most toothsome of all of our
game. •
As the Editor appeared to have frightened
the rest of the quail tribe out of the country
with his fusillade, and as it was also getting
hot, we decided to cross the wash and head
for Monte Vista. Arriving at the little
village we found the whole population at
church, but as we improved the opportunity
to steal all the grapes we could eat we didn't
feel any great sensation of loneliness. We
went to a little "Hotel" (as it was called)
for dinner, and when the landlady-cook-
waitress-chambermaid-bell-boy-clerk arrived,
she cooked us a feed fit for the gods and we
did full justice to it, as only hunters can.
When we went out on the verandah, my
quail and rabbit that I had hunt; over the
muzzle of my gun had disappeared, and
.nn.i the place I finally
[ound a long hungry grey cat with one eye,
busily engaged in eating the head off the
second quail, the first head with its hand-
plume having already disappeared.
Instead of stepping on the cat's tail and then
kicking her head off, I cheated myself out
of my revenge by kicking her so far that
she got time to recover and make her get-
away before I could reach the spot where
she lit. I have no use for a cat, and this
instance simply confirmed my distaste for
them.
After an hour's loaf on the verandah, we
again took up our burdens and decided that
we would keep along the hills toward
Pacoima and take our train back to the
city from this station. After an hour's
tramp fortune guided our footsteps to a
little grove of about three acres, where a
lot of little trees or bushes about ten feet high
had been left by some rancher. On one
side were the hills and on the other three
sides was a barley field already plowed and
in this field was a wagon fitted up with
some sort of an automatic seeder that was
slinging barley all over the place. With our
limited experience we sized the place up as
being a good one for the birds, and so
approached it from the side toward the
hills, hoping to break up any covey that the
grove might shelter and prevent them from
flying en masse to the brushy hills. We
found the grove covered with a growth of
dried weeds about a foot high, offering
excellent cover for the quail, and our hopes
ran high of getting a covey cornered in the
patch, but we walked clear through the little
grove without seeing a sign of a bird and
were beginning to believe we had drawn
that covert blank.
We had got within fifty yards of the
open barley field when the Kid espied one
of the little blue fellows dodging across a
clear space in the weeds; two steps more
were taken, when whir-r-r-r! up got a big
covey from under our very feet and, dis-
liking to fly over the cleared field, broke in
all directions and circled back by us to the
center of the grove.
The Editor blazed away with both
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barrels — it was impossible to pick any one
bird — but failed to score. The Kid and I had
traded guns, and he got one bird very
neatly with the automatic while I tried to
pull the right trigger of my gun out by the
roots, discovering later that the safety was
on.
We started around the grove, and within
fifty yards began to flush the scattered
birds, one after another. They seemed to
hate to cross the open space over the
barley field and would lie until we kicked
them out, then would fly to another part of
the grove and repeat the performance. The
shooting, to a tyro, was the very hardest
kind, as we would circle the grove and the
birds would get up and fly across us to the
center and hit them we could not.
Once in a while we would get a straight-
away bird and knock him over, but as a rule
the bird that got up and flew across our
course would escape safely. A good shot
would have had to quit shooting within an
hour to keep him from ripping another hole
in California's already punctured game laws,
the birds were so thick; but we experienced
no such choice of two evils and kept blaz-
ing away merrily, now and then scoring on
one of the whirring beauties but mostly
missing cleanly.
We made the circuit of the grove a dozen
times and never failed to flush the birds
every few hundred feet. At the beginning
of the performance I took the gun away
from the Kid and burned up shells in a
scandalous way. I would miss the bird with
the first shot, pull on him the second time
and if there was space enough in front of
him to prevent him from disappearing,
would drive in a third shot. I quit this after
a while and soon began to discover that
the first shot got the bird or else he got
away, and that the rapid fire business while
nice on paper didn't work in real life. To
tell the truth, the Kid got just as many with
the double gun as I did with my gatling,
and I soon forgot that I had more than
one shot available.
The Editor after a time learned the secret
of holding away ahead of his bird and not
stopping the gun, and to his pride got two
quail with two successive shots, his first
two birds of the day. Around and around
we tramped, up whirred the birds — and I
regret to state kept on whirring in spite
of the rapid bangs of the heated guns.
At length the birds began to thin out,
and when we reached for shells it was
necessary for us to fish through three or
four pockets to find one, so we decided to
make just one more circuit and quit. At
the first fifty steps I put up a big cock and
hit it with the center of my load, at the
wonderful distance of about five yards, as
he was wildly struggling over the top of a
bush. The Kid who was on the other side
states that pieces of quail flew for fifty feet
and he certainly got a few of them from the
blood which bespattered his garments.
A rabbit created a diversion by jumping
up and running past the three of us un-
scathed, and while we were explaining to
each other our respective reasons for miss-
ing this rabbit, a bird got up from the bush
just in front of us and also sailed off with-
out having a feather wrinkled.
We completed our circuit and got just
one more bird, which fell before the Kid's
gun, and then stopped to take stock. We
had fourteen birds between us, the Kid and
I having five each and the Editor having
four, not a bad bag for such green hands.
We also had about as many shells left as
we had birds and so we decided it was
time to quit and trek for Pacoima.
We regretfully left this quail hotel and
started for Pacoima, four miles away. We
picked up a rabbit just outside the grove
and a little later the Kid enlivened the
proceedings by stepping over a four foot
rattlesnake, which took no interest in the
proceedings whatever, luckily for the Kid.
After removing the rattler's head with a
shotgun and his rattles with a pocket knife,
we resumed our weary way and arrived at
Pacoima just at dusk.
A band of hunters had already assembled
from all the points of the compass and had
a fire going beside the track, fed, I regret
to state, with pieces of the Southern Pacific's
platform at that point. Many were the
experiences exchanged beside this cheery
fire and the merry "josh" flew about ever
and anon.
One man, clad in a black suit, tall white
collar and black derby, equipped with a
white oilcloth game bag and a rented
pump gun, was loud in his expressions of
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disgust .a tlii* particular make of gun and
that be bad targ< t< d it at the side of
Med shanty and that it threw a per-
fect riii>,' of sh,.ts with an eight inch hole in
the center. He had ran across the same
flock of mallards that we had found in the
reservoir, feeding down in the Tejunga
Wash (then full of water) and stated with
many adjectives that he had fired point
blank three times at the ducks both on the
sit and on the wing and had never even
got a feather.
"That's easily explained" said the quiet
man in the shadow with the full game
pockets.
"How" demanded the irate one with the
tall collar.
"Why the ducks saw the hole in the
center of your load and dodged through it
each time."
The roar that went up put an end to the
complainings of the gentleman with the
pump gun.
.hist then a mellow whistle came floating
down the valley and a far off speck of
light appeared up the track. There was a
general rush for the traps and game and
some one threw a match in the pile of
paper on the track, our signal lamp. A
little later two sharp toots came floating
to our ears, the engineer had seen our
signal and the train which was to carry us
back to civilization came sliding in.
We climbed aboard, tired but happy. We
had climbed the goat and ridden the pole.
We were of the initiated and belonged to
the great brotherhood of the Hunters at
last and we were going to be active
members from that time on.
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SOUTH COAST SHOOTING
By "Stillhunter.'
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VII. The Mountain Lion.
ARGEST of all the Felidac known
to inhabit America north of the
Mexican boundary; more fabled,
possibly, than any other animal
in all history save the bear,
there is a peculiar interest cen-
ters about the mountain lion,
felis concolor, in whatever part
of the continent it is found.
With a range extending from
Cape Horn on the south to the Canadian bor-
der and beyond in the north, this cat is known
to every tribe that inhabits the New World,
and every tongue had a different name for it.
To South Americans, ranging far and wide
over the boundless Pampas, it was and is the
puma ; Pennsylvanias, residents of the Adiron-
dacks and the Alleghenies, and others of east-
ern hunters in whose states this cat once
ranged, called it panther, which speedily be-
came corrupted into "painter"; still farther
north it is the catamount, close kin in the
terror it inspires with the loup garou and the
"lucevee" of northern woods.
West of the Mississippi — possibly I should
be more particular and say west of the Mis-
souri— this lank, gray denizen of the barren
buttes and the timbered hills has been the
"mountain lion" since the early days of the
trappers. In a more restricted sense, west of
the Sierra Nevadas, it is commonly called
California lion.
In a way there is reason for these names,
for the panther of Pennsylvania is, in minor
characteristics, different from the puma of
South America, the catamount of the North or
the lion of the West, just as they are each dif-
ferent from the other. But I doubt very
seriously if there is a naturalist in these United
States who could separate these animals
species by species from a series of skins taken
throughout their wide breeding range.
Like precious gold, the mountain lion is
found where he happens to be. The hunter
may look for him through all one slope of the
Sierra today and not find anything but old
tracks ; he may wander across a whole range
of barren lava on the desert without so much
as striking a warm trail, and, on the morrow,
he may find the great cats in both of the
regions over which he searched so assiduously
the day before.
The mountain lion is a great traveler, and
places which have not known him for years
may suddenly wake up to find that a pair have
domiciled themselves in a little-suspected cave
or beneath the roots of some fallen tree, where
hunters most familiar with the section never
would think of looking for them.
In spite of this trait of moving about, the
mountain lion is also a permanent resident
in sections where he is not too much molested,
as many a cattle raiser of Montana and
Wyoming and many a sheep herder of the
Southwest can testify.
Gradually, however, these cats are disappear-
ing from the hills and the mesas of Southern
California. Time was when even so young a
hunter as the writer can remember "lions" as
more than common in the hill regions of the
Southwest. Now the killing of one of these
cats with a pack of hounds, or the capture of
one in a trap set for coyotes, is the signal for
a great congratulation to the hunter and much
noise in the local papers.
In the central and northern counties of this
State, however, and in Oregon and Washing-
ton, there seem to be plenty of the big cats
left for those ambitious Nimrods who care to
go so far in pursuit of them amid the tangles
of the mountain fastnesses to which they have
for the most part been driven.
The center of abundance of mountain lions
at the present time in Southern California is
down on the slopes of Smith Mountain and
the near-by hills of San Diego County. A
man _in that region with a well-trained pack
of hounds can have great sport, and if he
fails to get the mountain lions he seeks he at
least can have the consolation of as good wild
cat hunting as can be had in the State, bar
none.
And this brings us to one of the real out-
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door gamei of the Southwest- the pursuit of
ill. mountain lion with hounds. I lure is good
fan I" be had with the same hounds and horses
after wild cats and coyote-. OVW nuich the
same ground as that frequented by the larger
cats, but it never compares for all round un-
certaint) and excitement, or in the suretj of
a tight if llto animal is treed, that comes from
the chase of the lion.
The fur of any nf the four-fect, of course,
is never very good in this part of the world,
but the pelt of the lion is best in December or
early in January before the females retire to
their caves to hear their young. These same
young can be tamed to a certain extent if
captured, hut as they gain in size and strength
they become unruly captives, and as a rule
their captors are only too willing to turn them
over to some park or zoological garden for
safe keeping behind bars.
When young the cubs, which are usually
two in number and born in March, are spotted,
as are the young of African lions, and are
the most playful kits the wildwood produces.
Young wild cats have some of the innate
ferocity of their ancestors from the moment
they first draw in their mother's milk, but
young mountain lions are as good-natured as
tame kittens; I have played with two such for
hours with nothing but a rubber ball and a
piece of string. In the cave at first they
scratch and bite like little demons, but they
soon get over this ugly disposition, especially
when fed on bread and milk and given but
small quantities of meat.
So far as I am able to learn, the mountain
lion family stays together almost for a year.
It may be that the animals breed only every
two years, but I know that I have seen half-
grown youngsters prowling about the moun-
tains back of "Arden" in company with an
older female. One afternoon, sitting in the
bed of the wash of the Santa Ana River, up
above Yorba, in company with H. A. Brad-
ford, an enthusiastic naturalist and sportsman
of Placentia, California, we were surprised to
see two lions come walking out of the thick
underbrush, right beside the dim clearing
which marked the road, and start across the
wash. This was in June or July, I do not
well remember which, but think it the latter
month. One of the cats was full grown, the
other was scarcely half size, apparently a
mother and her kitten of the spring previous.
Bradford reached for the only weapon we
had. a .22 repeating rifle, and sent a bullet
after the pair just as they turned into the
brush. With a snarl the larger cat win (led
in her tracks and bit Savagely at one hip. Ap-
parently the bullet found its mark, for Brad-
ford is a good rifle shot, but we were unable
to trace the lions further than the opening in
the tangle, into which they disappeared almost
as soon as the little gun cracked.
This, however, is one of the few and rare
instances in which I or anyone else, for that
matter, have come on these animals in the
wild. They are the greatest hunters known to
tliis part of the country, and the man never
lived who could successfully stillhunt them.
In the total I suppose I have spent days,
.25-20 rifle over shoulder, tramping through
the known range of the big cats, finding fresh
tracks here and there, always near the spring,
absolutely sure that from some coign of van-
tage at least one pair of wild eyes was fol-
lowing me, yet never able to come on one.
Whenever the good luck has fallen to me to
see the cats I have been without my gun. and
the glimpses I got of them were only the most
fleeting, so that little short of a ten-bore shot-
gun charge of buckshot would have stood any
chance of stopping one.
One of the last mountain lions of which I
know as being killed near Los Angeles by
chance hunters was shot in a dense growth of
willow scrub in the same Santa Ana River
wash in which the incident narrated above took
place. Three young men from Anaheim were
hunting rabbits in the dry river bed, with a
couple of mongrel dogs. The dogs, ranging
through a narrow strip of willows, "flushed"
the big cat, and two charges of No. 4's from
the boys' shotguns laid it out.
It was a small lion, and apparently had been
caught between nights on its way from the
hills back of Olive to the hills of the Chino
Ranch on the other side of the valley. For a
full grown lion to be caught in a narrow strip
of willows so far from home hills and a
friendly sheltering cave would practically be an
impossibility, and it must be that this was
nothing but an overgrown kitten who slipped
away from the parental range too soon. Per-
haps his story — his tragedy — would prove in-
teresting reading, did we but know it, for
manifold and wonderful are the dramas
worked out under the sky and the trees with
four-footed Hamlets and Iagos, no' to men-
tion Desdemonas and Portias.
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But the lion is no sentimentalist ; he is a
coward, a thief, a cut-throat and a renegade,
but he is the cleverest hunter that ever graced
four feet. He has a weasel bea: so far that
the little brown fellow hasn't even a look-in
for his white chip. The golden eagle, that
famed harrier of the air, is not more clever
in his hunting that the gray cat of the hills and
the valleys of the Southwest.
But despite all his own skill in the pursuit
of his quarry, the mountain lion is a ridicu-
lously simple animal to capture with dogs and
horses by men who know the game as thor-
oughly as do some of the members of the
hunt clubs of which California boasts.
I am going more into detail as to the hounds
and horses which the exigencies of hunting
demand in this end of the State in a later
paper; just now I have room but to tell of one
chase which resulted in the death of a small
lion. At the time of which I write, I was
possessed of two as good hounds as ever
gave tongue on warm trail.
One Sunday afternoon, my father knocked a
young wild cat from a tree with a stone, and
thereafter killed it. When he came home I
took the two dogs and a pony, reasoning that
where there was one young cat there ought
to be another, and rode up the canon through
which he had just passed. About a mile up,
the dogs struck a cold trail which they ran
down in about half a mile. This run led me
over the ridge into a small valley, well hemmed
in by hills.
Here the dogs circled about aimlessly for
some time and then, breaking through a tangle
of some low shrub, the old white and tan
hound let go the warning cry. The younger
dog took it up, and in the space of a breath
dogs, horse and I were well up the far side of
the pocket, going into a bit of country I had
never visited before, after a game of which I
had not as yet had a glimpse.
We ran about a mile over the hill, then along
the ridge another mile and down the steep side
of another canon into the bed of a creek, al-
most dry, but still encountering enough water
for the animal ahead to run in. Here, of
course, the hounds lost their grip and we spent
nearly half an hour ranging up and down the
creek, first on one side and then on another,
before we found the trail again.
When we did pick it, it ran down first one
side of the stream, then crossed, apparently
at a bound, and doubled back along the far
side of the canon and close up against the
rim of the hills. Here we could follow the
track easily and soon we passed the place
where we had first lost the trail. Above this
the going became very rough and we found a
perfect wilderness of small boulders. To one
of these I tied the pony and followed the dogs,
now a good distance ahead, on up the gorge,
for gorge the canon had now become.
When I left the horse, I expected a long
tramp, mayhap a mile, possibly five of them,
though I knew that the lion, for tracks in the
sand had long ago told the identity of the
animal we were following, was not prone to
long runs, especially when picked up as fresh
as the voices of the dogs said this trail was.
In the midst of the boulders, however, the
trail crossed the stream again, and by the
time I had made my way with no broken legs
to the other side of the creek, the dogs had
found the still warm trail and were away up
the canon, quite out of sight. Clinging as
closely to the creek bed as possible, I followed
the sound straight into a little pocket at the
head of the canon.
Here, over a low wall of rock, not more
than twenty feet high, but sheer from the bot-
tom of the gorge, the stream tumbled, and
here, gathered around the base of a huge
sycamore, the dogs bayed the long, gray form
of a lion, up among the branches.
Apparently the cat, hard pressed at the point
where the trail last crossed the stream, had
taken directly up the creek bed instead of
keeping on across the canon and had run itself
into a pocket, whence the only escape was to
climb a tree, one of the time honored pre-
rogatives of his kind throughout the New
World.
With his teeth bared, and his body arched
into almost a semicircle, he looked like noth-
ing so much as a huge red-gray housecat
which had unwittingly come across the path
of the hounds and been treed by them. Un-
fortunately for the hunted, the top of the
tree in which he had taken refuge, and which
was the only tree in the canon, was a con-
siderable distance from either side of the
gorge. Consequently all hope was cut off of
leaping to safety to the top of the ledge. The
cliff itself was unscalable to anything not hav-
ing wings, and while the tree was easy for the
cat, he did not like the looks of the cliff, es-
pecially with the snarl of the two dogs ringing
in his ears.
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i weapon I had ■ .38-calibre revolver,
hi in a .41 frame, tingle action, the best all
round kihi for horseback hunting I have ever
leen. I did not care to climb the tree for a
closer acquaintance with the sharp claws of
the lion, now well bared and sunk deep into
the bark on the white sycamore limb.
I am not a Dr. Carver, nor yet Buffalo Bill,
while Annie Oakley quite outclasses me, but
I took three shots at the cat, and at the third
line brought him down with a bullet through
.•in- side of his head, a very fortunate shot,
for he would have cut two dogs up badly, if
he did not kill them, had he lit on the ground
in good fighting trim.
This was one of the most enjoyable hunts
of my life, though it was short and made alone,
the manner in which most of my hunting has
been done. Wherefore none of my kind friends
have ever punctured me by mistake for a deer
or a bear.
03r
CALIFORNIA THE LAND
OF SUNSHINE
4
By Professor Alexander C. McAdie.
Forecaster United States Weather Bureau.
X \ State :i- large as California
i nearly 156,000 square miles)
one naturally expects to find
a great diversity of climatic
conditions. Moreover the
State is not one vast stretch
of level land or even rolling
land; but a country where the
mountains meet the sea,
where large inland valleys,
almost States in themselves, are walled by
foot-hills and ranges which slope both
gently and abruptly, where there are large
desert tracts and many lofty peaks, where
in brief the movement of the lower air may
be very materially modified because of
these marked topographical features. It is
therefore somewhat difficult to generalize
concerning the climate of California,
statements of certain extreme conditions
will seem to those who are not familiar
with the orography of the State to be
fanciful or exaggerated; yet on the other
hand mean values, although deduced from
records covering many years, fail to give
prominence to the conditions which were
of most interest to the community. The
departures from the normal for a given day,
week or season may be so great that com-
ment is widespread concerning the unusual
character of the weather, and the stranger,
mindful of the data furnished him naturally,
wonders if he shall accept the statements
of the people who dwell in the land. In
what follows we shall try to be as con-
servative as possible and discuss the usual
or normal conditions rather than the un-
usual and abnormal, although fully aware
of the importance of the latter.
The Climate of California is determined
by the following factors:
1. Intensity and duration of sunshine, or
rather, solar energy.
2. Proximity of the Pacific Ocean, the
great natural conservator of heat.
3. Prevailing drift of the lower air from
west to east; and especially from sea to
land.
4. The passage of storm areas to the north.
5. The extent, trend and height of the
mountain ranges and their inclination to
the rain-bearing winds.
6. The quantity of water vapor present.
7. The movement of the air or general
wind system, andthe local air drainage as
determined by some or all of the above-
named factors.
California extends in a north and south
direction a greater distance than any other
State. Its mean length is approximately
eight hundred miles. Naturally there will
be a variation in the amount of sunshine.
At the northern end the possible sunshine
per day in midwinter would be about the
same as that at Boston if the skies were
equally clear, say about nine hours. But in
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midsummer the amount would be about
fifteen hours per day. During the year,
provided there were no clouds, the total
hours of sunshine would be about 4574.
At the southern end of the State, which
would correspond to Charleston, there
would be ten hours per day in midwinter,
and fourteen hours in midsummer, or dur-
ing the year a possible sunshine of 4428
hours. The actual amount of sunshine
however will vary largly with the amount
of water vapor present, as this determines
the cloudiness. Very few places receive as
much as seventy-five per cent of the
possible sunshine. If we examine the list
of a hundred places scattered through the
United States, given in the Annual Report
of the Chief of the Weather Bureau, we
find that Phoenix, Arizona, heads the list
with 3920 hours, followed by Sante Fe, N.
M., with 3S5S hours. Fresno had 3365; Los
Angeles 3314; Pueblo 3258; San Diego 3232;
Grand Junction, Colo., 3290; Pocatello,
Idaho, 3200; and Mount Tamalpais, Cali-
fornia 3199. Three of the first nine then
are in California. It is interesting to note
in passing that while Mount Tamalpais
received seventy per cent of the possible
sunshine, San Francisco — only fourteen
miles away — receives only 2567 hours, or
57 per cent. The explanation is found in
the difference of elevation, the city being
but a few feet above the sea level, while
the mountain is about 2600 feet high. It is
this difference in elevation that accounts
largely for the change in climate within a
short distance, which is so characteristic of
California. Sunnier, drier and less windy
conditions prevail as a rule on the hills than
in the low levels. The large cities of Cali-
fornia are as a rule not much above sea
level; but they nearly all have accessible
hills or mountain-sides close by ; and while
for business considerations men must
dwell in the cities, their homes can be made
where climatic conditions are even better.
There is no doubt that considering the
higher levels only, California receives as
much sunshine as any portion of the United
States.
The second factor to be considered is the
proximity of the Pacific Ocean. Everyone
who is at all familiar with the Daily
Weather map will have noticed that while
the isotherms, or lines of equal temperature,
agree in a rough way with the parallels of
latitude for the country east of the Rocky
Mountains, they more nearly resemble the
meridians of longitude along the Pacific
Slope. There is nothing like as much dif-
ference between the temperatures of San
Diego and Eureka, as there is between
Charleston and Pittsburg. The chief reason
why temperatures are more equable both
in winter and summer along the California
coast is this: The air moving as a rule
from west to east comes from the ocean to
the land. Thus California not only receives
tempered air from the sea; but air which
has also not been warmed or chilled in its
passage over the continent. Incidentally,
the Pacific Coast receives the freshest of
air, as it faces the on-coming draft. One
might express it by saying that the coast is
farther up stream than any other section of
our country, and consequently has the first
use of the great east-moving current of air
which prevails in these latitudes. Should
this great stream ever flow permanently in
the other direction, then the climate of
California would be materially modified and
much less be said about it than is now the
case. California, then, is well ventilated by
the great general sweep of air from the
ocean, and the secondary strong drafts up
and down the valleys and through the
gates and passes. It lacks, however, the
constant procession of "highs" and "lows"
or eddies with right-handed spins and left-
handed spins which control to a marked
degree the day's weather in other portions
of the country. Especially in the summer
months when there is a general swing
northward of the mean storm paths, is this
noticeable. California is then left far to
the south and hence occurs the long period
of dry weather so characteristic of the
Southwest. Occasionally storms of the
type known as "Sonoras" swing slowly
northwestward from the Mexican boundary,
in which case rains occur in the southern
portion of the State. Seasons also vary,
and while one is reasonably certain that no
rain will fall from July to September, there
will during abnormal seasons be rain in
these midsummer months. An illustration
of this occurred in September, 1904, when
more than five inches of rain fell at San
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Francisco, whereat in i record covering
fifty-eight yean the rainfall for the month
hai "iil\ three times amounted to as much as
<>nc inch. During the winter month
arc infrequent, and yet the so-called rainy
season must not be understood to be a
>-c.!M'n of incessant rain. It is in many re-
spects thr pies ant< I pi >■ tion of the
the period when the brown mantle of the
hills changes to a green onej when the
mountains carry their coats of snow, when
the freshness of spring is everywhere and
the southern winds arc soft and balmy.
Tnu'. there an- storms from the Pacific —
and storms which will compare favorably
in the matter of wind velocity and heavy
seas with the best of the Atlantic or the
Gulf coast storms. But after these stiff
southeaster are over the air as a rule is
remarkably clear, the seeing or visibility
fine and the weather in general ideal. The
average frequency of rainy days in the heart
of the rainy season is about ten in thirty.
The consecutive rainy days in any Decem-
ber, January, or February, do not exceed
fourteen. The greatest number of rainy
days in any month ever recorded at San
Francisco was in December. 1889, when rain
fell on twenty-four days. In the matter of
frequency this was the rainiest month ever
known. Here as in other climatic condi
lions the mountains fill an important roll.
1 1..- inclination of the ranges to the rain-
bearing winds materially affects the rain-
fall; and this is partly the reason why con-
trasts in rainfall within short distances are
so marked in California; and also the reason
why areas well covered with forests and
areas practically treeless exist in one State.
In conclusion, then, California is a land of
climatic contrasts; but not contrasts of
such a character as to jeopardize health or
interfere seriously with outdoor life. When
extremely high temperatures occur the ex-
haustion so common elsewhere does not
follow lure, because of general dryness
and of the relief afforded by cool nights.
Low temperatures are infrequent, and how-
ever cool the nights, the days are apt to be
bright, warm and pleasant. Wet periods
mean ample water for the coming dry
period and as intimated above have inter-
vals of fine weather interspersed. The heat
of summer can be avoided by living along
the coast, and those who find the coast
climate too cool and moist may in a few
hours reach the dryer, warmer, sunnier
levels of the foothills and mountains. It is,
all in all, a climate suitable for man's needs,
health and happiness.
THE FACIVIC CO. 1ST MAGAZINE
53
WESTERN FIELD
The Sportsman's Magazine of the West
official organ
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and the California Fish and Game
Protective Associations
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(incorporated)
SAN FRANCISCO. CAL.
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order to insure attention.
FOR A NON-SALE LAW.
In the name of the People of California we de-
mand at the hands of onr Legislature, at its next
session, the enactment and embodiment in onr same
law of a statutory clanse prohibiting the sale in
this State of any game bird of any description what-
soever, and fixing a commensurate penalty for any
violation thereof.
LICENSE LAW IS POPULAR
p. ROM present appearances we estimate
' that between forty to fifty thousand
hunting licenses will be taken out this year
in this State. Enthusiastic advocates of
the license principle claim that the number
will eventually reach at least seventy-five
thousand, but the originators of the
measure will be content with even the
lowest figure of our estimate, that demand
alone fully proving, as we have always
contended, that the pul lie will cheerfully
subscribe to a reasonable hunting tax
whose increment is properly applied to the
conservation and increase of the game. If,
as we have every reason to believe, quite a
number of non-resident and alien sports-
men will also take out the necessary
licenses, the amount of money realized by
the authorities from this tax will approxi-
mate to fifty thousand or more dollars in
this, the first year of its imposition.
It is as gratifying to note the cordial
and hearty support of the measure by our
generous and far-seeing sportsmen as it
is to contemplate the great possibilities
now evolving for the protection and ad-
vancement of the game by reason of this
vast sum of money now placed at the dis-
posal of the authorities. Properly and
judiciously expended — and we are fully sat-
isfied that such will be the case — it means
perpetuity of our sport for years to come.
Heretofore the Fish Commission has been
badly handicapped by lack of funds neces-
sary to the highest and best fulfillment of
its arduous and all too little appreciated
labors in behalf of the sportsmen; it takes
money to enforce laws, build hatcheries,
import desirable species and a thousand and
one other attendant expenses, and hereto-
fore it has had to work on only a beggarly
appropriation that was altogether inade-
quate for the purpose. Now that the Com-
mission will be. supplied with the "sinews
of war" aplenty, we confidently look for-
ward to their doing of great things.
But sportsmen should not expect too
much at first. It takes time to achieve
results which from conditional necessity
must be slowly cumulative. Perfection is
not attained in a day or a year; let us
contain our souls in patience and give the
Fish Commission not only a fair chance
in reasonable time, but give them our
hearty, cordial and undivided support as
well. If we all pull together in good fel-
lowship and harmony — in true sportsman-
ship in short — California will in ten years
become a veritable sportsman's paradise.
Let us be slow to criticise, slower to con-
demn, and slowest of all to work at cross
purposes with the gentlemen selected to ad-
vance our interests. So, only, can the best
results be attained, and that is what we
are all after.
For the benefit of our readers Western
Field has secured a number of license appli-
cation blanks which will be sent free of
charge to all applicants. Simply enclose
two-cent stamp for the return postage and
they will be forwarded without delay.
WESTERN FIELD
v3^%>
President,
H. T. Payne. 725 Baker Street. San Francisco.
Vice-Presidents.
C. L. Powell. Pleasanton: Dr. I. W. Hays, Grass
Valley: A. S. Nichols. Sierraville; H. W. Keller. Los
Angeles, and Chase Littlejohn, Redwood City.
Executive Committee— C. W. Hibbard, San Fran-
cisco; W. W. Richards. Oakland; A. M. Barker. San
Jose; Frank H. Mayer, San Francisco, and J. H.
Schumacher, Los Angeles.
Membership Committee— E. A. Mocker. Capitola;
W. C. Correll, Riverside, and R. H. Kelly, Santa
Craz.
Committee on Legislation— H. W. Keller, C. W.
Hibbard, J. B. Hauer, A. R. Orr. and W. Scott Way.
Secretary-Treasurer.
E. A. Mocker. 1316 Hayes Street.
County Associations— Their Secretaries and Ad-
dresses : ,
Alameda County Fish and Game Protective Ass n
—A. L. Henry. Sec-Treas., Livermore, Cal.
Alturas— R. A. Laird, Sec. Alturas, Cal.
Angels— Walter Tryon, Sec, Angels Camp, Cal.
Arroyo Grande— S. Clevenger, Sec, Arroyo
Grande. Cal. '
Auburn— E. A. Francis, Sec, Auburn, Cal.
Boulder Creek— W. H. Aram. Sec, Boulder Creek,
Cal.
Audobon Society of California— W. Scott Way,
Sec, Pasadena, Cal.
California Rod and Gun Club Association, 316
Mills Building, San Francisco, Cal.
Capitola— E. A. Mocker, Sec, Capitola, Cal.
Chieo, , Sec, Chico, Cal.
Cloverdale— C. H. Smith, Sec, Cloverdale, CaL
Colusa— S. J. Gilmour, Sec, Colusa, Cal.
Corning— Mason Case, Sec, Corning, Cal.
Covelo— H. W. Schutler, Sec, Covelo, Cal.
Deer Creek— Jos. Mitchell, Sec, Hot Springs, Cal.
Fort Bragg — Thos. Burns, Sec, Fort Bragg, Cal.
Fresno — D. Dismukes, Sec, Fresno, Cal.
Grass Valley— John Mulroy, Sec, Grass Valley,
Cal.
Healdsburg F. and G. P. Ass'n— J. H. Krnse,
Secretary, Healdsburg.
Hollister— Wm. Higby, Sec, Hollister, Cal.
Humboldt— Julius Janssen, Sec, Humboldt, Cal.
Jackson— O. H. Reichling, Sec, Jackson, Cal.
Kelseyville— Chas. H. Pugh, Sec, Kelseyville, Cal.
Kern County— E. F. Pueschel, Sec, Bakersfield,
Kings County— S. S. Mullins, Sec, Hanford,
Cal.
Lakeport-B. F. Mclntyre, Sec. Lakeport. Cal.
Laytonville— J. G. Dill. Sec, Laytonville, Cal.
Lodi— Greer McDonald. Sec, Lodi. Cal.
Lompoc— W. R. Smith. Sec. Lompoc, Cal.
Los Angeles— L. Herzog, Sec. Los Angeles. Cal.
Madera— Joe Bancroft. Sec, Madera, Cal.
Marysville— R. B. Boyd. Sec, Marysville, Cal.
Mendocino City— O. L. Stanley, Sec. Mendocino
City. Cal. _ .
Mohawk V alley F. and G. P. Association— Fred
King. Sec-Treas., Cleo, Plumas County.
Monterey County Fish and Game Protective Ass'n
— Ney Otis, Sec, Monterey.
Napa— W. West, Sec, Napa, Cal.
Nevada City— Fred C. Brown, Sec, Nevada City,
Ocean Park— L. Herzog, Sec, Ocean Park, Cal.
Oroville — G. T. Graham, Sec, Oroviile, Cal.
Oxnard— Roy B. Witman, Sec, Oxnard, Cal.
Paso Robles — T. W. Henry, Sec, Paso Robles,
Cal.
Petaluma— Jos. Steiger, Sec, Petaluma, Cal.
Pescadero — C. J. Coburn, Sec, Pescadero, Cal.
Porterville — G. R. Lumley. Sec, Porterville, Cal.
Quincv— T. F. Spooner, Sec, Quincy, Cal.
Red Bluff— W. F. Luning, Sec, Red Bluff. Cal.
Redding— Dr. B. F. Belt, Sec, Redding, Cal.
Redlands — Robert Leith, Sec, Redlands, Cal.
Redwood City — C. Littlejohn, Sec, Redwood City,
Cal.
Riverside — Joe Shields, Sec, Riverside, Cal.
San Andreas — Will A. Dower, Sec, San Andreas,
Cal.
San Rafael — H. E. Robertson, Sec, San Rafael,
Cal.
Santa Ana— J. W. Carlyle. Sec, Santa Ana, Cal.
Santa Barbara— E. C. Tallant, Sec, Santa Bar-
bra, Cal.
San Bernardino — F. C. Moore, Sec, San Bernar-
dino, Cal.
Santa Clara — J. H. Faull, Sec. San Jose, Cal.
Santa Cruz— R. Miller, Sec. Santa Cruz. Cal.
San Diego — A. D. Jordan, Sec, San Diego, Cal.
San Francisco Fly Casting Club — F. W. Brother-
ton, Sec, 29 Wells Fargo Building, San Francisco,
Cal.
Sanger— H. C. Coblentz, Sec, Sanger, Cal.
Santa Marie — L. J. Morris, Sec, Santa Marie,
Cal.
Santa Rosa — Miles Peerman, Sec, Santa Rosa,
Cal. , .
San Luis Obispo — C. A. Younglove, Sec, San Luis
Obispo, Cal.
Salinas— J. J. Kelley, Sec, Salinas, Cal.
Selma — J. J. Vanderburg, Sec, Selma, Cal.
Sierra — Dr. S. H. Crow, Sec, Sierraville, Cal.
Sierra Co., F. and G. Association — F. B. Sparks,
Sec, Loyalton, Cal.
Siskiyou — W. A. Sharp, Sec, Sisson, Cal.
Santa Paula— Dr. R. L. Poplin, Sec, Santa Paula,
Sacramento County — A. Hertzey, Sec, Sacramen-
to, Cal.
Sonora— J. A. Van Harlingen, Sec, Sonora, CaL
Stockton— R. L. Quisenberry, Sec, Stockton, Cal.
Susanville — R. M. RanKin, Sec, Susanville, Cal.
Sutter Creek — L. F. Stinson, Sec, Three Rivers,
Cal.
Trackee River F. and G. Ass'n — A. F. Schlumpf,
Trackee, Cal.
Ukiah— Sam D. Paxton, Sec, Lkiah, Cal.
Vallejo— J. V. O'Hara, Sec, Vallejo, Cal.
Ventura — M. E. V. Bogart, Sec, Ventura, CaL
Visalia — Thomas A. Chaten, Sec, Visalia, Cal.
Watsonville — Ed Winkle, Sec, Watsonville, Cal.
Willits— Chester Ware, Sec, Willits, Cal.
Woodland— W. F. Huston, Sec, Woodland, Cal.
West Berkeley— Charles Hadlan, Sec, West Ber-
keley Cal
Yreka— F. E. Autenreith, Sec, Yreka, Cal.
THE PACIFIC COAST MAGAZINE
55
ERRATA
BY A mistake of the types we were made to say
that the Jew fish on page 103 of the July issue
was caught at Monterey. It was caught in
Carmel Bay off Carmelo-by-the-Sea. And the old
Mission Carmelo is at the same place instead of at
Monterey. The photo of the ribbon fish on page 400
is also copyrighted and cannot be reproduced without
permission of the photographer, Mr. J. K. Oliver.
SANTA CLARA COUNTY GAME AND
FISH PROTECTIVE ASSOCIATION
Protect
he largest ;
County Ga:
Association,
most active
county associations
held its annual outir
Rock Park, San Jose, i
Sun-
le 23. The day's entertain-
nsisted of trap shooting, en-
n by nearly all present, a
barbecue, upon ^which all
o satiety, and speaking by a
of prominent sportsmen from
rious parts of the State.
Early in the day the Alum Rock cars began to
ive the city of San Jose packed to the running
lile swift-going automobiles
direction well filled with
the State Association and
even as far away as Los
boards with sportsmen
were taking the san
officers and guests fn
many local associatioi
Angeles.
Of course, the barbecuing of the choicest portions
of the beeves and sheep was commenced, under the
supervision of County Game Warden Kopple, at an
early hour, and upon the arrival of the guests had
already filled the air of the grove with their appe-
tizing aroma. The traps, located at the edge of the
spreading trees that align the ccarse of Penitencia
Creek, had been planted at an early hour, and were
found in readiness for the sport of the day on the
arrival of the first participants. The traps were ex-
cellently situated, facing the northwest, and giving
the shooter a clear view across the broad stretches
of the Santa Clara Valley, with a cloudless sky for a
background.
The shooting commenced early, and with the ex-
ception of the cessation for dinner, and during the
speaking, continued until a late hour. Of the two
"Namaycush" Trout
Caught by VV. \V. Fay in Twin Lakes, Colorado
Length 39! i Inches. Weight 20& Pounds
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WESTF.RN FIELD
hundred or more members of the association and
if not <|intc half smashed, or
tu sina--h the elusive lilucrock. Among the
. hot pace to thi
the president ition.
The
"There would be plenty to drink as Pcnitencia Creek
eleee by;" but from the abundant supply of
cool and refreshing beverages liberally dispensed from
beneath the shade of numerous trees, it is not a
hazardous assertion to say that Pcnitencia Creek
reached its mouth with no serious diminution in its
n is it any more venturesome to remark that
from the abundance of meats and fishes, barbecued
in Kopple-esque perfection, and other gourmand-de-
veloping concomitants, that there were many vacant
chairs at the supper tables on that memoral
while those whom formality compelled to take their
it the head of the table, performed only a
prrfucntory part.
When the feasting was over, Dr. Barker, in a few
well-chosen words, welcomed the guests in the name
of the association of which he has been the presi-
dent from the time to which the memory of man
runneth not to the contrary ; after which he called
upon II. T. Payne, the president of the California
Game and Fish Protective Association, to respond to
the sentiment, "The Past and the Future of the
State Association." Mr. Payne spoke at some length,
reciting the achievements of the State Association
in securing the passage of every good clause on the
statute books enacted in the interest of game pre-
servation, showing when and how it had initiated
every move for the better preservation of our game
and fish, from the prohibition of the sale of quail
and the passage of the first bag limit clause, down
to the enactment of the license law passed by the
last Legislature. He reviewed the unnatural oppo-
sition the association had had to contend with and
expressed a strong hope in the better judgment and
firmer spinal column of the new members of the State
Board of Fish Commissioners, and in the true sports-
manship of Governor Gillett.
He called attention to the constant increase in
the county association and individual membership of
the parent organization, and the marked and ever
increasing interest in and attendance at the annual
meetings of the State association, as predicating a
future replete with more active work and crowned
with greater achievements in the line of game pre-
servation, than had marked the splendid history of
its past. The campaign of education, inaugurated
at its organization, he said, had convinced the whole
people of the necessity of the work in which it was
engaged, and the justice of every law which it had
advocated and secured the enactment of. The seeds
it had sown were bearing an increased harvest every
year, ever multiplying the ranks of the true game
protectionists, ever increasing the strength of the
local and State associations, and making for greater
influence and greater benefits with each coming
year.
Mr. Payne's address was followed by short
speeches from H. C. Hall of Corte Madera; Chas.
M. Shortridge, of San Jose ; Supervisor Wyman, of
Santa Cruz County; H. A. Green, of Monterey;
E. A. Mocker, secretary of the State association ;
Warden Welsh, of Santa Cruz, and others;
all of whom had many words of praise for the good
ciation and pledged their re-
liance of their best
; i,i the laws of California were placed
of those of othei States, and until those
sreover, conscientiously enforced by
, lent officers.
The Santa Clara County Association now unmbcrs
almost 500 members and is one of the most ag-
,,,,1 enthusiastic organizations on the Pacific
Coast.
PARADISE FOR SPORTSMEN
By AUGUST WOLF.
OMK with me this glorious morning
and let us while the hours away in
the wilds of Okanogan county in
the State of Washington. The
country is mountainous and sparsely
settled and means a journey of two
days from Spokane, but it is worth
the time to the man with a knowl-
edge of woodcraft and an ambition
to "get" big game, and fish so un-
educated to the artificial fly that
they insist on "biting" on any bait,
however unskillfully handled.
Starting from Spokane, we make the trip on one
of "Jim" Hill's trains in twelve hours to Wenatchee,
called "the home of the big red apple," and there
we take passage on a Columbia river steamer to
Brewster, a matter of fourteen hours. The sail af-
fords a panorama of scenic beauty from beginning to
landing place, where we "stage it" to the upper
country, Conconully, Loomis, Okanogan, Twisp or
Oroville, the largest of the scattered settlements.
There are few roads and only steep trails lead into
the hills. For that reason our trip is made on horse-
back and the baggage and provisions are limited to
what can be carried in a pack, but we are willing to
rough it.
Of course, we need a guide. He is as necessary
as the horses and arms and blankets. At Spokane
we are told that city sportsmen who desire a pleas-
ant vacation, away from the hurry and grind of
commercialism and the accompanying financial in-
sanity, should carry nothing store new in their pos-
session, and that corduroy shooting outfits without
wrinkles or rents, too large hunting knives worn
conspicuously, or any article of dress that could
cause attention had better be left behind. The
Okanoganite, simplicity personified, despises affec-
tation and shows his contempt in ways made old by
western use. It sounded like a good "tip," and we
went in with well worn khaki and old blankets.
The district is mountainous and in the numerous
snow-fed streams of clear pine water are fish that
gladden the heart of. the wide traveled sportsmen,
while they fill the eyes of the novice with wonder.
The country is thinly settled and the residents occu-
pied on the ranches and in the orchards, have little
time to dally with an angling rod and leave the pur-
suit of the finny tribe to the occasional traveler,
willing to brave a long trip for the sake of a few
days' uninterrupted sport.
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The country offers inducements not only to th;
angler, but to the hunter as well. The Washing-
ton forest reserve borders the mountain boundaries
of the county and the woods are alive with game
that lias fled from the more hunted districts to the
pi ace and quiet of the Okanogan woods. Deer can
be found at any season of the year, and except for
tho occasional camper, are hunted only by the In-
dians, who kill the animals for their hides. Bears
haunt the mountains and are unmolested, except
when they descend to the outlying farm houses and
carry off a stray calf or sheep that has wandered
from the fold. Grouse and pheasants are more
plentiful than in any other section. The drumming
of the cock pheasant may be heard all summer long,
even along the woods bordering the main traveled
roads and a mile from any of the small settlements
the hoot of the male grouse is not wanting.
The man "behind the gun" can find no better
place. Every little while bear hunts are organized
by the farmers against the black and cinnamon
bears that make the grazing of unprotected stock
risky. In the mountains back of Pogue, Loomis,
Conconully and Twisp bears may be had at any
time for the hunting. On the Colville reservation,
known as the South Half, bears are even more numer-
ous and show themselves without fear.
Typical frontiersmen predominate among the resi-
dents of the county, and many of them have never
been a hundred miles away from their homes. They
are rough, but kindly. A trip to this district is to
live a chapter of life that has passed and will never
come again in the settled regions. Men wear the
broad soft hats of the cowpuncher, also "chaps," and
the younger men affect a "44" worn in a holster on
the left hip. Indians visit the settlements to sell
articles of their jwn manufacture, and they, as well
as the white men, are ready to "bust" a cayuse for
the amusement of a "tenderfoot" if a dollar or two
is forthcoming at the end of the work.
The real pleasure and sport of a week or two in
the Okanogan country is worth a trip across the
continent.
HUNTERS' LICENSES
AS IT is now imperative to obtain a hunting
license in this State, we beg to advise our
readers to secure their license and tag without
delay. These license tags can be secured from any
County Clerk or Deputy Fish Commissioner in the
State.
For the convenience of those residing at a distance
from a county seat, and to save them time and ex-
pense, the Fish Commission has had prepared hunters'
application blanks, which may be obtained by ad-
dressing a request for the same to the County Clerk
of one's county, or to the Fish Commission at San
Francisco. On receipt of the application properly
filled out, enclosing money order, the hunters' license
will be promptly forwarded to the desired address.
Residents of the State who are citizens, or who
have legally declared their intention of becoming
such, will be taxed $1 per annum. Citizens of the
United States, not residing in California, will be
taxed $10; and persons not citizens of the United
States (aliens) must pay $25 per annum. This law
does not apply to those who hunt only on their
own land.
While the law says that such license fees must be
paid by every person who hunts, pursues or kills any
of the wild birds and "animals" protected by statute,
there is some doubt as to whether a license must be
taken out by those who take fish only. It is our
opinion, however, despite the fact that a fish is an
"animal," that the statute was not meant to apply to
fish. Better be on the safe side and take out the
license anyway.
THE S. C. I. TUNA CLUB
AT A recent meeting of the Santa Catalina Island
Tuna Club, held at Avalon, California, the fol-
lowing officers were elected : President, Charles
Frederick Holder; first vice-president, Thomas S.
Manning; second vice-president, C. P. Morehous ;
third vice-president, \Vm. H. Burnham ; recording
secretary, L. P. Streeter; corresponding secretary,
F. L. Harding.
These gentlemen, with Messrs. Thomas McD.
Potter and Alfred L. Beebe, comprise the board of
directors. The club has fifty-five active members,
and about two hundred and fifty associate members
The honorary membership includes such anglers as
Theodore Roosevelt, Grover Cleveland, Henry Van
Dyke, Charles Hallock, etc.
Members throughout the country wishing infor-
mation concerning club matters should address the
corresponding secretary at 512 Arcade Building,
Philadelphia, Pa.
THAT BRITISH COLUMBIA GAME
RESERVE
AT THE last session of the parliament of British
Columbia, none of the various game-protection
measures before that body were acted upon.
The Executive Council of the government took up
the Hornaday-Phillips recommendation for a game
and forest reserve betwen the Elk and Bull Rivers,
and referred it to the Provincial Game Warden for
examination and report; but before action could be
taken, Premier McBride found it necessary to leave
suddenly for England, on official business, and a
decision was postponed.
Sportsmen who were in a position to judge of the
situation have reported that throughout British
Columbia the necessity for a game sanctuary in the
Kootenay District is now conceded, and the only
serious question seems to be regarding the best loca-
tion. The eastern advocates of "Goat Mountain
Park" have been assured that the greater portion of
that area is likely to be reserved, and the whole of it
may be if investigation establishes all that is claimed
for it.
After his trip last September from Phillips' Peak
to Monro Lake and back, Mr. Phillips estimated that
the proposed Goat Mountain Park now contains 1000
goats, 200 sheep, 50 bears, many deer, and a few
elk. To some persons who have not themselves been
in that country, the estimated number of sheep
seemed incredible; but in view of the fact that Mr.
Phillips has spent six seasons in that region, and has
given careful thought to the matter, his estimate of
the abundance of game may safely be regarded as
absolutely reliable. In view of the fact that in 1905
his party actually counted,, in the area of less than
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"5 square miles, 239 goats, his estimate of 1000 for
the whole 450 aquare miles docs not seem like an
impossible number.
unfortunately fur Immediate results regard-
H Mountain Park," no sooner had Dr. 11m
naday and Mr. Phllllpa begun their campaign in be-
half of their ideal territory than other persons began
to come forward with all sorts of proposals for mak-
ing the preserve "farther north," or "farther c
"up to the main line of the C. P. R.", or any old
place -ave the country that is most abundantly
stocked with wild animals. Some of the ideas pressed
forward,— for example, that for making the
far up against the Alberta boundary, where there is
certainly very little game of any kind, — were almost
absurd. The last recommendation, to make the re-
serve wholly north of White River, in country that
has been "cleaned out" of game by the Stoney In-
dians, and is almost barren of sheep, is the worst of
all.
Throughout all this discussion of other localities,
Messrs. Phillips and Hornaday have resolutely stood
by their original proposition, and refused to budge
from it one inch. They have said, over and over,
"No matter how many game preserves arc made else-
where, Goat Mountain Park is too fine to be de-
stroyed; and it must and shall be preserved! Make
the game preserve any size, any shape, or anywhere
th.it you please, provided the whole of that region
is in it 1" Tiny h;ive a->kcd the Provincial Game War-
den to go through it from end to end, and see its
game for himself; and it is hoped that he will be
able to do so before the next session of parliament.
It is the expectation of some Victoria sportsmen
who arc in a position to know the trend of possi-
bilities, that next winter the government of British
Columbia will appoint a commission to select a loca-
tion, and define boundaries, for a game reserve
somewhere in the region between the Kootenay River
and the Alberta boundary.
This idea does not greatly please the champions of
Goat Mountain Park. They fear that if that plan is
carried into effect, the reservation may possibly be
located according to the preponderance of local "in-
fluence;" and in that event, the finest game country
in the whole of British Columbia may get lost in the
shuffle.
At all events, American sportsmen, and all others
who desire the perpetual preservation of the moun-
tain goat, sheep and grizzly bear, will watch with
keen interest to see what British Columbia will do
next winter about Goat Mountain Park.
• ••
GRAND AMERICAN HANDICAP
HE eighth annual Grand American
Handicap has passed into history.
This great event in the trap shooting
world was held on the grounds of
the Chicago Gun Club, located sev-
eral miles south of the city, on Tune
ISth to 21st, and was the most suc-
cessful ever given by the Interstate
Association. It was also the largest
event of the kind ever held in any
part of the world, 495 shooters being
entered in the principal Handicap,
and 459 taking their places on the firing line.
Mr. Elmer E. Shaner, secret ary-manager of the
association, had charge of the tournament as usual,
and once more demonstrated his ability to handle
a big crowd of shooters and pull things off on
schedule time without a hitch. The events were
shot over two Leggett traps at Nos. 1 and 2, and
Dickey traps at Nos. 3, 4 and 5.
Mr. Fred Whitney, of Des Moines, was in his
usual place as cashier, and handled the financial
end of the tournament accurately and promptly.
The compiler of scores, Mr. J. K. Starr, of Phila-
delphia, and Mr. Shaner, of Pittsburg, are well
known as experts in this line of work and nothing
happened here to detract from the records they
have made. Besides the above there were clerks
and others engaged on the various details of th
work of the shoot, the total number employed in
Mr. Shaner's department being fifty. Altogether
there were over one hundred men employed during
the shoot, all necessary, and all busy every minute of
the four days.
The club erected a handsome club house, a build-
ing containing over 300 of the latest design steel
lockers, and a six-room cottage for the superin-
tendent, Mr. F. H. Teeple, the three forming a
group near the entrance to the grounds. The
grounds are in fine shape and besides the five trap
pits, there is a revolver range of fifty yards and a
rifle range of seventy-five yards in the south cor-
ner. Last December not a stroke of work had been
done to put things in shape", and the club has cer-
tainly shown very commendable enterprise to have
the place ready for such an event as the G. A. H.
As early as Sunday night the shooters began to
be very much in evidence at the various hotels, and
on Monday, which was designated as in the pro-
gramme as practice day, over 150 men took part in
the five 20-target events. Fred Gilbert, the well-
known expert, was high (gun with 9$ ; breaking the
first 60 straight. \Y. H. Heer, W. S. Spencer, Ray Pos-
ton, S. A. Huntley, and Neaf Apgar came second with
97 each. More shooters arrived on Monday morning
and got into a game in the afternoon . and over 200
shot at the 100 targets on the programme. The wind,
which interfered with the shooters in the morning,
had gone down and conditions were more favorable,
the scores were, therefore, better. C. M. Powers
and Ed. O'Brien tied for high gun on 99, the for-
mer making a run of 97 straight and the latter
nearly equalling that record. Chris Gottleib, T. M.
Hawkins, F. M. Faurotte, J. R. Taylor and Poston
coming second with 98 each. For the day Gilbert
and Poston were high men with 195 each. W. H.
Heer second with 193.
The regular programme began on Tuesday, 345
men facing the traps. The professionals shot for
targets and high scores while the amateurs were
after the money and as much glory as possible. The
weather was fine but a little too hot for the
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strenuous sport of shooting. The shoot developed
several matches for supremacy between some of the
men. Early in the day L. I. Wade, of Dallas, Texas,
was not thought much of as he missed one in his
first 20, and as many others went out with 19, and
several had broken straight, he was forgotten. At
the end of the third round W. D. Stannard had
broken straight while Lee Barkley missed his six-
tieth target. Then Stannard missed two in the fourth
20, got the last 20 straight and finished with 98.
Barkley missed no more and scored a total of 99.
While Wade seemed to have been forgotten he kept
pegging away and got all of the last 80 targets tieing
with Barkley on 99. W. H. Heer and L. J. Squier
each got 98 and shared second place honors with
Stannard, among the professionals. J. R. Taylor,
H. E. Poston, G. Maxwell, Tom Marshall, W. B.
Darton, W. R. Crosby, and Frank Reihl each
scored 97. H. W. Kaler, H. W. Cadwallader, N.
Apgar and H. C. Hirschy, 96 each. Among the
amateurs C. D. Lindeman, Geo. Volk and J. A.
Flick tied for first place on 98; R. Klein and T. H.
Clay were second with 97 each; Guy Deering, B. F.
Elbert, Ed. Cain, C. M. Powers, J. M. Collins, G.
Miller, D. A. Upson, 96 each. Ninety-one others
scored from 90 to 95 each. R. R. Barber, winner of
the G. A. H. in 1905, was not in good form and
went out with only 90 to his credit. F. E. Rogers,
the winner of the big event last year at Indian-
apolis, could not seem to find the targets, as he
missed nine out of the 100. Fred Gilbert, one of
the best shots in the world, managed to break only
93. Ed. O'Brien, who broke 99 on the day pre-
vious, allowed five to get away from him and scored
95 today.
J. A. Flick, of Ravenna, Ohio, is a one-armed
shooter. He has only a stump remaining of his left
arm with which he steadies his gun. He is a veteran
at the game and last year at Canal Dover, Ohio,
made the record amateur straight run, 240 straight
breaks. George Maxwell, of Hastings, Neb., has
not even the stump of his left arm remaining and
does all his loading and firing with one hand. He
was in the third place today with 97, a score that
many a two-armed man would like to equal.
Many ladies attended the shoot and the grounds
were well crowded all day. Mrs. C. C. Crossman,
an expert amateur shot, and the holder of a number
trophies won at revolver shooting, watched the sport
with her husband, having come on from their home
in St. Louis for that purpose.
Harry C. Marshall, of Newton, Ills., a 13-year-old
boy, had a slight attack of stage fright and dropped
11 out of his first 20, but steadied down after that
and went out with 78.
The day's shooting was finished about 6 o'clock,
and the men returned to the city for a night's rest
before going in for the Preliminary Handicap on
Wednesday.
l*he second day was cloudy and cool, a much
more comfortable day than Tuesday. There was a
light wind which did not interfere with the targets
though it blew the smoke in the faces of the shooters
and bothered them quite a little during the fore-
noon. A number of new shooters were on hand and
there were 36S entries in the Preliminary, each
shooter standing at his handicap distance which will
be the same in the big event. The difference of from
one to five yards in distance from the traps caused the
scores to be lowered not a little in many cases.
None of the experts came up to the expectation of
the spectators except Barkley, who was high gun
with 97, shooting from 21 yards. As he is in the
professional ranks he was not eligible to win the
trophy, and it went to G. S. Lyon, (19 yards), on a
score of 96. He won the race under adverse cir-
cumstances. In his last 20 it was necessary for
him to break straight, and he drew a series of hard
targets, but succeeded in scoring all of them. He
is the grandson of the founder of the American
Tobacco Co., Washington Duke, and is known to
the shooters by the names of "Duke's Mixture", and
"Bull Durham", the last from the town in which
he lives, Durham, N. C. Other high guns were
J. R. Graham and T. Graham, 95 each; the first
shooting from 19 yards and the latter from 16.
M. C. Bolton (18), 94; Geo. Volk (19), J. H. Clay,
Jr. (19), W. W. Wise (17), 93; C. E. Binyon (18),
and C. M. Powers (20), 93 each.
The team match followed immediately at the
close "of the Preliminary. There were nine five-man
teams entered representing six states, 100 targets
per man. The match was concluded about seven
o'clock, and the Illinois team was the winner; J.
Young, 95 ;]. Graham, 95; Bert Dunnill, 93; Harry
Dunnill, 87; H. Clark, 88; total 458. Illinois team
No. 2 was second with a total of 456.
The purse in the ^Preliminary amounted to $1495.
Of this Lyon received $149.50, in addition to the
trophy; second money $134.55; third, $119.60;
fourth $104.65; fifth, $S9.70 ; sixth, $74.75; seventh,
$59.80; eighth, $44.85; ninth to fourteenth, $29.90
each; fifteenth to fiftieth, $14.95 each.
The winning team received $135, and each member
also received a cut glass ink well with silver top,
presented by the Association as a trophy. Second
team received $90.
Thursday, the third and the big day of the shoot,
was pleasant but uncomfortably hot. A trip down
the line of traps was a hard test of the endurance
of the men, and they hunted shady spots and cool
drinks as soon as they finished the journey.
It seemed that the city was just beginning to
take notice that something of importance and inter-
est in the world of sports was being pulled off, and
the attendance was a vast improvement over that of
the two previous days. There were between three
and four thousand people on the grounds, fully one-
half of them being ladies.
The Grand American had 495 entries and 459
starters, the biggest thing of the kind that ever
happened. Shooting was kept up without interrup-
tion until seven o'clock, but it was found impossible
to finish and a number of squads were held over
for the next day. At the close of the shooting it
was found that three men, C. M. Powers, M. J.
Maryott and J. J. Blanks were tied on 96 for high,
with T. Graham, of Long Lake, Ills., and Lem.
Willard, of Chicago, having a chance to get in the
tie by breaking straight.
Powers had the matter in his hands apparently,
and was expected to go out with 99, judging by the
way he had been shooting. He got the first 40
straight, lost one in the* next 20, and finished the
fourth round with a total of 79. In the last round,
however, he got some hard ones and missed his
third target and then two more in succession, and
finished in the tie. Blanks has always been reck-
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oned as an SO per cent shot and his work in this
event was a surprise. Second place boooi
m. i . Boltoi
efarist, UK.. 11 ix, tils.,
with 95 each. P. E. PoItX, E. N. Gregg, 11 1
. nd B. H. Black. 94 each.
Friday was another hot day, the worst of the
week. In other respects it was ideal weather for
The finish of the G. A. II. w.is the first
thing on the program and shooting was begun soon
after 9 o'clock. T. Graham and Lem Willard, the
two who had I chance to get into the tie, soon
settled the matter, one by missing the first target
thrown and the other a few shots later. Powers,
Blanks and Maryott were called to the trap in front
of the club house as soon as the last squad had
finished, to shot off the tie. The former was a
favorite, while Blanks was hardly considered as
having a chance. Powers stood at 20 yards and was
I trap, then came Maryott, 17 yard--
3 trap, and Blanks, 17 yards at No. 5 trap. Powers
missed his second and third targets, then dropped
the thirteenth and fourteenth and sixteenth, and
went out with 15, the poorest score he had made
during the week. Maryott lost his third, ninth and
thirteenth, finishing with 17. Blanks missed his
fourth and nineteenth, giving him a score of 13, and
making him the winner of the coveted prize. tie
shot a Remington Autoloading gun, U. M. C. shells.
The winners in the Preliminary, u A. II. and
team contest were then lined up before the house
and the trophies presented to them by Mr. Elmer E.
Shaner, in the absence of the president of the asso-
ciation, Mr. J. A. Haskell.
The purse in the G. A. H. amounted to $4292.
First money, $429.90; second, $386.25; third, 343.35;
fourth, $300.45; fifth, $257.50; sixth, $214.60; seventh,
$171.70; eighth, $128.75; ninth to fourteenth, $85.85
each ; fifteenth to fiftieth, $42.90 each. The first
three moneys went to the 96 scores; 95 paid $214.60;
94, $88.85; 91, 92, and 93, paid $42.90 each; the
90's paid $16.50 each.
The amateur and professional championship con-
tests were started at 10 :30 and finished about 6
o'clock. This was at 200 targets, all standing on the
IS yard mark. There were 95 amateurs and 55 pro-
fessionals entered and the contest was quite close,
up to the last round it was impossible to pick the
winner as there were many chances for better
scores to be made or for shooters to get in a tie
by breaking straight. Late in the afternoon a small
tornado swept over the grounds lasting several
minutes, and it spoiled many a score of those who
were so unfortunate as to be on the firing line at
the time. The amateur event was won by H. M.
Clark, of Urbana, Ills., shooting a "Smith" single
trigger gun, with a score of 188. A. B. Richard-
son ,187. a close second; J. Barto, J. R. Graham, and
J. M. Hughes, 186 each; P. A. Hick, 185.
The professional event was taken by W. K.
Crosby on a score of 192, his nearest competitor be-
ing Fred Gilbert with 190; J. R. Taylor. 189; R.
Klein And R. O. Heikc-. 186 each; R. R. Barber (a
former winner of the G. A. H.), Guy Ward, 185
each.
The purse in the amateur event amounted to
$1620. First money, $226.80; second, $194.90; third,
$145.80; fourth. $129.60; fifth and sixth, $113.40
each; seventh, $92.20; eighth and ninth, $81 each;
tenth, $64.80; eleventh to thirteenth, $48.60 each;
fourteenth to twentieth, $32.40 each.
The professional purse was $930. First money,
$186; second, $148.80; third, $120.90; fourth, $93;
fifth, $83.70; sixth, $65.10; seventh, $55.80; eighth
and ninth, $46.50 each ; tenth, $37.20 ; eleventh,
$27.90; twelfth, $18.60.
The trophies were presented by Mr. Shaner in a
short speech, a silver punch bowl to the amateur
and a silver candalabra to the professional winner,
and he then declared the tournament closed.
During the day at these tournaments the social
side of the sport is kept in abeyance to a great ex-
tent, as the shooters are too busy to do much visit-
ing. It is in the evenings, at tne hotels, that old
friends meet once more to talk over old times and
make plans for the future. Several of the members of
the Interstate Association kept open house in the
parlors of the Palmer House, and made every comer
welcome. Refreshments, cigars and music helped
to make the time pass pleasantly, and many lasting
friendships will date their beginning at the Grand
American of 1907, in Chicago.
A pleasant feature of one evening's doings at the
hotel was the presentation to Mr. Seneca Lewis, of
a silver bon-bon set, by his employees of the Win-
chester Arms Co. Another pleasant happening of
the tournament was when Mr. Shaner, on behalf of
the trade representatives, presented Mr. F. H.
Teeple with an elegant gold watch. The gift was an
entire surprise to Mr. Teeple, and he was scarcely
able to speak to express his thanks.
The last good-byes were said, all ending with,
"I'll see you at the next G. A. H."
Columbus, Ohio, and St. Louis, have made re-
quests for the 1908 meet and the matter will be de-
cided at the meeting of the Association in December.
The former city is the choice of many of the
shooters, and if put to a vote would undoubtedly
be chosen. It is centrally located, the club has as
good grounds as can be found in the country, and
they are easily reached from the hotels, a ride of
twenty minutes on the street cars bringing one to
the club house.
D. H. EATON.
GREAT movement has begun
in the United States and Eng-
land toward the rejuvenation
of the sport of rifle shooting
which has been slowly dying
out in the last fifty years.
In the early days a knowl-
edge of how to handle a
rifle with effect was a neces-
sity in order to keep the
larder supplied and to keep the ubiquitous
Indian in a state of reasonable scarcity
around the settlements. In those days, not
to know how to handle a rifle well was
looked upon with as much contempt as
the average business man of the present
would regard inability to read. The fact
has not been impressed on Americans in
the last century, although our friends across
the water have learned the bitter lesson,
that the time is by no means here when
we can afford to forget how to handle
our national weapon. We have our peace
conferences with "resoluting" and fire-
works, but the bitter fact remains that
the nation which is the most inclined to
peace is not necessarily the one which will
avoid all trouble, and the contrary will
often be the case. In a crowd of turbulent
citizens, the individual with the broad
shoulders and bulging biceps will usually
be the last one to be meddled with, while
the small individual with glasses and a
scared look will very likely have his hat
smashed down over his eyes, if nothing
worse.
The United States has been kept out of
a dozen wars during the last half-century
by our reputation acquired in the early days
of our history as a fighting nation, and we
can only pray the good Lord that no one
will come along and show us up before we
are ready. We are at present about as much
of a fighting nation as a jelly fish can be
regarded as a Jim Jeffries in his native ele-
ment. Fighting at the present time is done
with fire arms — and firearms of the highest de-
gree of effectiveness in the hands of a skilled
soldier. The battles of the future will be set-
tled by the finest shooting that the world has
yet seen on the field of battle, and the side
which possesses the most soldiers who are able
to hit what they shoot at will win. General-
ship is a secondary item; cavalry is of little
use against magazine rifles in the hands
of sharp-shooting soldiers; even artillery
fire is of doubtful effectiveness against
troops which are handled correctly; and an
army of fifty thousand men of the ability
of the annual competitors at the great
shoots at Sea Girt would win every time
against any ordinary army of three times
its strength.
England learned her bitter lesson in
South Africa some years ago, where a
small body of undisciplined citizens — not
even to be dignified by the term "soldier"
although they were soldiers of the highest
effectiveness when the test came — stood off
the pick of the English Army and beat the
Queen's crack regiments out of their boots,
simply through their ability to hit what
they shot at. The Boers knowledge of the
country was not the important factor; the
English have beaten nations on their own
ground times out of mind; the things which
for a period of two years were directly
responsible for the discomfiture of the
strongest nation in the world were the
Mauser rifles, with behind them the sharp
eyes of a few sharp-shooting Dutchmen.
The United States has profited as has
England, by the lessons taught by the
Boer war; and the movement toward
establishing citizen rifle clubs is well under
way all through the East, yet not the
slightest ripple of the wave has reached
California. Here we have the second
largest State in the Union; plenty of room
to practice with 16-inch Coast defense guns
almost anywhere in the St?te if we so
desire; a climate that permits us to shoot
the year around; a light that is perfection
itself for rifle shooting; thousands of lovers
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of the various outdoor sports, and last but
t, game of all kinds when we tire
of shooting at inanimate targets, y
have not one live genuine club of ritlc
shooters in the whole State.
We have, it is true, a few clubs of the
German riflemen, who while experts in
their line yet teach and practice a style
,,f shooting that is absolutely useless for
practical work and cannot be counted as
doing much towards advancing the sport.
il rifle shooting is of two kinds: the
off-hand quick shooting for game or sudden
attack if in war, and the deliberate prone
shooting that sharp-shooters would use in
picking off the opposing skirmish line of the
enemy, anywhere from two hundred to
Fifteen hundred yards. While it is true that
rifle shooting is in itself one of the most
enjoyable and beneficial of our outdoor
sports, yet it should be practiced with the
same end in view that we practice in box-
ing that we may be called upon to use
it to defend ourselves and those dear to us
in times of danger.
There is nothing more beneficial than
rifle shooting except more rifle shooting.
It trains the eye, the muscles and the
nerves; it gives one a command over the
body that is lacking in a great many people,
and best of all it takes one out of doors.
Even if the rifleman never fires a shot in
anger or to deprive any living thing of life,
he will be a better man for his practice; and
he can feel with just pride that if the time
should come when a hostile nation shall
threaten our shores that he is a tower of
strength in himself toward protecting his
home and country. We don't need a great
standing army, but we do need men among
our citizens who can shoot.
There is no reason why we should not
form a hundred rifle clubs in the State and
in fact in all of the states along the Pacific
Coast. We should have to depend upon
ourselves with our citizen soldiery if it
should come to hand grips with our little
neighbor across the Pacific, and if when the
time comes we can furnish one good shot
for every two foreign soldiers that
attempted to land from the transports, the
enemy would never get far from the sound
of the surf.
Rifle shooting is an inexpensive sport,
and with our great amount of open country
we should have no difficulty in finding room
for good ranges anywhere. The price of a
Hood cigar will buy forty cartridges for the
small calibre rifles, and when you have
graduated from the short range and feel
iiu lined to try the military rifle at the long
ranges up to a thousand yards, the Govern-
ment will be glad to furnish your club with
all the rifles and ammunition necessary at
price, and in addition the National
Rifle Association will furnish medals to be
contested for, medals that mean something
to the winners.
The English are ahead of us in this
respect. When Tom and Dick and Harry
and Jem own rifles and are interested in the
sport, they promptly form a club, elect a
secretary, get up by-laws and go through
all the parliamentary red tape so dear to
the Englishman's heart — but they get there
just the same! Others come in, and in a
short time the Honorable So and So or Sir
somebody opens up their range for them
with great eclat and the nation is just that
much stronger for having another rifle club.
Why not try this plan here? Rifles and
ammunition are inexpensive, ranges are
easily found and for the light calibre rifles
require practically no fixing up, and when
you get to shooting at the long ranges with
' the high power rifles, concerted effort on
the part of ten or fifteen members will build
in a day a good range that will permit the
markers to be in perfect safety while mark-
ing the shots on the targets.
By no means get off on the wrong foot
and start in with a high power expensive
rifle. If you are a new hand at the game,
get a light .22 repeater with the long rifle
cartridge and you have a gun that will do
shooting up to and including two hundred
yards on a calm day, a gun that is equal
to any high power rifle. A friend of yours
may have a 30-30 that he recommends. All
right, let him recommend it; you let it
alone. The average beginner will have his
work cut out to hit a small barn at two
hundred yards, and you don't need a rifle
that will shoot any further than that until
you can put four out of five of your shots
in an eight-inch bullseye at that range.
Then it is time to think of getting the
high power rifle, which is incidentally more
expensive to shoot and infinitely more
dangerous to the surrounding country.
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It requires more brains than does any
other sport to be a really good long range
effective rifle shot — which is the only kind
that is of any use when it comes to the
pinch — and if the beginner will watch him-
self like a hawk from the beginning, and
will remember that cause and effect are
intimately related when it comes to rifle
shooting as in other things, he will surprise
himself.
Get your friend interested, take him out
and beat him with the rifle at a little match
— or get beaten just as the case may be —
and get a little coterie of shooters together.
Competition is the strongest incentive to
do your best, and if you try shooting a
rifle against some one else for a few
months and don't get more fun out of it
than you would whacking a little ball
around a field with a shinny stick, or
sitting around a table with some little
pasteboard cards, trying to bluff the other
fellow out of some of his hard earned
money, or even sitting on a hard bench and
yowling like an Indian because Casey of
the home team knocked a dome run, then
you are differently constituted from the
ones who have tried it.
The effete East is a mile ahead of Cal-
ifornia when it comes to rifle shooting.
Let's get busy and catch up, and in-
cidentally have some of the fun that we
are missing at present.
The United States Government stands
ready to furnish citizens' clubs with all the
equipment necessary for military shooting
at cost price, and if a man gets expert there
are prizes running up into thousands of
dollars at the great National Matches at
Seagirt, New Jersey, or Camp Perry, Ohio,
to be contested for by anyone who is a
citizen of the United States. The National
Rifle Association is doing all in its power
to help out this movement, and every man
who has the best interest of the country at
heart and who loves outdoor sport should
interest himself in the good work.
In the great National Match at Seagirt in
1906, California stood twenty-seventh out
of about thirty-five entries in the shoot
between teams from the different states,
and this about shows the relative standing
of the State when compared with other
states as far as shooting goes. Rather
humiliating for a man who believes his
State to be the best in the Union.
If you are already a shooter, take hold
and help out this movement by getting up a
club in your local town. If you are not yet
one of the initiated, get a rifle and learn
and also get up a club. With a dozen active
clubs in the State; with competitions held
as often as circumstances will permit be-
tween the clubs or between the members
of each club, the ball will start rolling and
the West will take her rightful place as
the home of good shots; and the men who
are taking part in the movement will have
the satisfaction of being patriotic citizens
in addition to their sport.
N THE first place, anyone with
reasonably good eyes, a pair of
arms strong enough to lift six
or seven pounds and who has
a fair control of his muscles,
can become a good rifle shot ;
and the measure of the success
gained is in direct ratio to the
amount of brain matter and
practice devoted to this ex-
cellent sport.
The word
'he" is used throughout this
article to designate the shooter, but this by
no means is to imply that the shooter
should be of the masculine persuasion. On
the contrary, it is of more importance for a
woman to learn to handle firearms well than
it is for a man.
A man has his fists and strength to fall
back on in case of assault while the aver-
age woman is helpless. Every day or so
we' read of some dastardly outrage perpe-
trated on some unprotected woman, and for
every instance we read of half a dozen take
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place that never get into print. If every
woman would learn, ai she learns o
■ >r sewing, the use oi firearms and acquire
the ability to hit what she shot at, the popular
amusement of assaulting and robbing and
murdering lonely women would cease to
iis present attractions to the thug. Every
man who has a wife or sisu-r or daughter,
and who j- himself proficient in the use of
firearms and yet fails to instruct the woman
folks dependent upon him how to handle a
gun of some sort, should feel that he is
lacking to some extent in his duty toward
them. Let the girls learn the use of fire-
arms; the knowledge may come in handy
some day and they will be better off, anyway,
for the outdoor practice.
The first step in learning the proper use
of a rifle is like the celebrated recipe on
cooking the hare — first get your rifle. Don't
get any old rifle that some friend may have
or that some one recommends to you ; use
your gray matter from the first and get a
rifle that will answer your purpose and yet
he safe to shoot near a city if you happen
to be a city dweller, and that will be economi-
cal to -;
If you are a beginner — and this article is
only addresed to this class of shooters — you
have no busines with a big calibre or a high
power rifle. They are dangerous weapons
to shoot near a settlement, even in the hands
of an expert; and a raw- hand's peppering
the surrounding country with bullets travel-
ing at some 2000 feet per second is very
liable to bring him before a coroner's jury,
or at least to face the angry owner of "the
finest cow on my ranch, sir," and he will
have to pay damages enough to disgust him
with all future shooting.
The best all-round rifle is a .22 calibre re-
peater that will handle the Long Rifle Cart-
ridge, or a good weight single shot adapted
for this cartridge. It does not pay to buy
a toy that cannot be held steadily and each
gun doesn't last long. Get a rifle weighing
at least five pounds of any of the standard
American makes ; they are all good now days.
See that the pull is not over four or four and
a half pounds, and you are ready to begin
practice. You can test the pull by getting
a weight that you know is not over five
pounds and hanging it by a string to the
trigger, the hammer being previously cocked.
If the gun i*- pulled "if, tin- pull is correct,
but if the trigger cannot be pulled with a
five-pound weight you had better take it to
a gunsmith and have the pull lightened.
It is better to practice with the gun un-
loaded for a few times; the beginner is al-
ways a little gun-shy even with a light rifle
and .22 cartridges : that is, the noise disturbs
him so that he does not give due attention
to pulling the trigger as he should.
The whole secret in shooting a rifle is not
the "vice-like grip" we read about, where
the shooter holds his rifle immovably fixed on
the target until he gets ready to shoot and
then pulls the trigger ; this is a physical im-
possibility. Learn to shoot a rifle as you
would a shotgun : with the arm out, with
control of your rifle, so that you can shoot
in a strong wind or at an object running
rapidly. The main requisite to being a good
rifle shot is complete control of your mus-
cles— not to hold the gun "motionless" on the
target, for this is practically impossible — but
to squeeze your firing hand at the first instant
your sights are lined )</• on the object to be
hit and not at the second or third or fifteenth
time your front sight crosses the object to
be punctured.
You will find that it is a very hard thing
to hold your sights in line on an inch bulls-
eye at thirty feet or so for even an instant,
and even if you can do so you will find it
a still harder matter so squeeze your hand
while the sights are on the bullseye. Your
brain says "Shoot !" but the telegraphic ser-
vice to your finger on the trigger never seems
slower or more like real telegraph service
than when you attempt to send the "Fire"
signal to your firing hand.
With the gun unloaded take aim at a
small target or black disk on the wall, hold-
ing the rifle with left arm well extended but
not tensed up rigidly, and with the right hand
firmly gripping the stock and trigger. Stand
as easily as possible, don't screw yourself up
in a knot; you must be as comfortable as
possible to do good shooting. Most people
will find the gun fits better to raise the right
shoulder, or elbow — which will raise the
shoulder — thus making a better support for
the butt of the rifle and decreasing the lia-
bility of the weapon's slipping.
Now, with the sights pointed in the direc-
tion of the target and the hammer cocked,
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but without taking much care as to the gun
being carefully aimed, try slowly squeezing
your right hand until the gun snaps. The
motion should be as though you were try-
ing to squeeze the trigger up into the stoek
and the whole hand should be slowly con-
tracted. Don't pull or jerk the trigger for
that is just what you should not do. "Pull-
ing" the trigger will invariably pull the gun
also, and your shot will not strike where
your sights were pointed before you fired.
Practice, a dozen times, squeezing the trig-
ger with the whole hand while gripping the
gun with the same force as the trigger, until
you can tell what force is necessary to dis-
charge the gun. You will find that by this
method you can fire a gun with an eight or
nine-pound pull very easily, whereas by clasp-
ing the stock loosly with the right hand and
attempting to fire by simply pulling on the
trigger, it will seem to you as though the
gun would never go off and you will begin
to shake and wobble it long before the shot
is fired, or else you will jerk the trigger and
thereby pull the sights off the object to be
hit. After you think you have mastered this
trigger squeezing until you can fire the gun
without jerking the sights out of line, try
the aiming drill.
Start the muzzle about six inches below
the bullseyes, if practicing at a thirty-foot
range ; take a medium sight, neither coarse
nor fine, and preserving this same relative
position of the sight in the notch, raise the
gun slowly until the front sight just touches
the lower edge of the bullseye, then stop
the gun for an instant and squeeze the trig-
ger, watching carefully to see which way,
if any, the muzzle is twitched when the trig-
ger is pulled. You should not try for a second
sight. If the sight did not come steadily
and slowly, and you did not feel that the
.bullet would strike the bullseye if you pulled
the trigger, don't shoot.
It is better to take the gun down and try
again. It is simply a matter of practice, get-
ting the hand to respond the instant your
front sight gets into position, and it will
not do to try a second time if you do not
get the sight into the right position the first
time you raise the gun. Always take the
rifle down and start over again ; don't hold
the gun up on the bullseye and wobble around,
trying to get the sights on the right spot,
for that is just what makes poor shots. Train
yourself to squeeze the trigger at the right
time, just as the batsman swings his bat
at the ball just at the right lime to meet
it and drive it out for a long hit. He doesn't
get a second chance, the ball has passed and
he must train himself to strike at the proper
moment or not strike at all. A good many
beginners — and for that matter, shots of long
experience — think that because the target is
inanimate that they can wiggle the gun around
the target all day until they get what they
think is the correct sight, and then pull the
trigger. This is wrong; because in the first
place the longer the gun is held out the more
unsteady the rifleman becomes. You can
prove this by holding a book out at arm's
length and watching the arm begin to tire
and become unsteady and finally become
nerveless. In the second place, the practice
with the rifle, while very enjoyable, should
be regarded as a means to an end, and whether
you are shooting at game or at an enemy
in battle you want to shoot quickly and ac-
curately, and the only way to accomplish this
is by raising the gun slowly and steadily and
firing when the sight reaches the object,
not before that time nor afterward.
Hold your breath when you start your gun
up ; that is, take a moderately long breath,
enough to fill your lungs comfortably and
don't breathe when about to fire. If this
is oppressive it shows that you are taking
too much time in your sighting.
Don't be in a hurry to use cartridges ;
learn to handle the gun properly before load-
ing it at all ; practice this firing and sight-
ing drill until you can fire the gun every
time you start it up and are reasonably sure
that your sights are in the right spot when
the trigger is squeezed. If you cannot do this
you have no business loading the gun, the
noise of the discharge will only distract your
attention and will add nothing to your pro-
ficiency. If you were in the army at present
you would be required to practice this aim-
ing and firing drill for weeks before you even
saw a ball cartridge, and all that this drill
is for is merely to hit the object shot at,
nothing more. Have confidence in yourself,
raise the gun confidently, squeeze the trigger
confidently and don't get the rattles or jerks
at any stage of your rifle shooting. Concen-
trate your mind intently on the one thing
of squeezing the trigger at the right time,
and don't let any outside influences disturb
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you or take >"ur mind off the operation. Con-
centration is necessary in all things; and is
never more so than in shooting a rifle, until
the pulling of the tri^cr at the right time
becomes sccotul natl I BS it will if
you start right and practice faithfully.
He would be an unreasonable man who
would expect to be a good golf or tennis
player or a ■ I or boxer without
plenty of good, hard, concent rativc practice,
yet there are a good many shooters who
conraged because they cannot go out
and become good shots by simply banging
away with the rifle, regardless of what mis-
takes they make in holding and firing the gun.
It is not the amount of practice as much as
it is the bind of practice that counts.
When you feel that you thoroughly under-
stand the firing practice, and can raise the
gun and pull the trigger and feel that most
of your cartridges would not be wasted
were the gun loaded, then get out your ammu-
nition and load the gun. Most rifles as they
come from the' factory are sighted correctly
for a normal eye, but so many persons differ
from the normal that you should watch the
general grouping of your shots in your early
practice ; and if you find after firing a hun-
dred or so shots that the general group-
ing is toward the left, take a brass rod about
two inches long and with it and a hammer
drive your rear sight to the right just a
trifle and then try a few more shots until
you have the correct combination. You may
rest the rifle on a pillow and get your elbows
braced on something, then with a steady pull
off, your shots should go into the center
every time. If not. change the sights ac-
cordingly. Don't be in a hurry to change
your sights at first; in nine cases out of ten
the fault is in you and not in the sighting.
It hardly seems necessary to caution the
beginner that a .22 calibre in spite of its small
size is not a toy, and that the bullet will
penetrate six inches of soft pine; but it is
well to remember this fact and see that your
backstop is good and substantial before go-
ing into the practice with cartridges.
Your preliminary practice will count for
more than the shooting with the rifle loaded,
and if you have practiced faithfully before
using cartridges you will find no trouble in
getting the majority of your shots at least
somewhere near the object shot at. Learn
early to call your shots: that is, when you
pull the trigger you should feel that you
know exactly where your shot will strike.
It may be you have pulled just as the gun
was a little to the left of the bullscye and
you should be able to instantly announce
the resulting location of the bullet hole
before the shot is marked or you examine
the target. The best military shots will
call their shots nine times out of ten cor-
rectly, and the whole secret of this is the
steady pull-off that you have been practic-
ing. The target is in military parlance a
clock face, and the shots are called where
they would strike were the target supplied
with figures of a clock. That is, a shot
just a trifle to the left of the bullseye and
just cutting the lower edge would be a
seven o'clock bullseye, and one cutting the
top of the bullseye on the exact center ver-
tical line would be a twelve o'clock bullseye
or "Bull" as it is called in military slang.
Therefore, when you pull the trigger an-
nounce the result of your shot before you
examine the target, saying "an eight o'clock
bullseye" or an "eleven o'clock four" as the
case may be. (The ring next to the bulls-
eye on a military target is a four in value
while the bullseye is a five.) If your shot
does not strike where you called it, or at
least on the same side of the bullseye, you
will know that your pull-off was not good
or that the wind affected your bullet, al-
though the last reason would not apply
except in shooting a hundred yards or more
with a brisk wind.
Don't "cant" the rifle to one side; if
you do get into this habit and ever shoot at
long range you will not be able to account
for the misses you get with a perfect sight,
so don't get in the habit at all. Hold the
gun so that the flat top of the barrel is
level, not tilted either to right or left.
Once you have learned to pull the rifle
quickly and steadily without jerking it, you
have learned the most important thing in
rifle shooting; and if you do not learn this
you will always be an unreliable, erratic
shot, making a bullseye one shot and a miss
the next. This sort of a shooter never wins
a match and never has a place on a rifle
team if there is a man who can make fours
or even threes consistently. A miss and a
bullseye averages two and a half points to
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each shot, so don't make misses! And if
you make a good score one string of shots
and a poor one the next string, kick your-
self; for you arc not shooting consistently
and consistency is the sine qua non of a
good match shot.
Once you have mastered the target or
inanimate object shooting get some friend
— or still better your wife, so you can blame
your misses on to her poor throwing — to
throw an empty can into the air for you,
and practice shooting at flying objects. This
sort of a thing will teach you to catch your
sight quickly and to shoot at just the right
moment, valuable practice for game shoot-
ing. Aim at the bottom edge of the can as
it is coming down, or better still catch it
as it is turning to come down. Aim your
rifle at about the heighth to which the can
is thrown and follow it with the sights,
never stopping the gun, under any cir-
cumstances, as you pull the trigger. You
will be surprised with a little practice how
easy it is to hit flying objects with a rifle.
One more word to the beginner: as far
as you are concerned, regard every kind of
firearm as being always loaded, always
cocked and equipped witH a hair trigger
that the least jar will discharge, and handle
your rifle or any other firearm you may use
accordingly. Don't point any kind of fire-
arm at anyone nor allow anyone to point
a firearm at you, no matter how certain you
are that the gun is unloaded. A fool and a
firearm should be perfect strangers; there-
fore as you are to use firearms, don't join
this class. "SMALLARMS."
RUN OF THE AUTOMOBILE CLUB
OF CALIFORNIA TO DEL MONTE
D
D
By ARTHUR INKERSLEY
harde
HE July run of the Automobile Club
of California to Del Monte and the
Gymkhana on the race-track these
were the most successful events that
have ever been held by that organiza-
tion. The endurance run from San
Francisco to Del Monte was arranged
by Arthur B. Watson, chairman ot
the Runs and Tours Committee. At
first sight it seemed an easy thing to
cover the 130 miles between the
Golden Gate and the Bay of
6 hours 54 minutes, but it turned out
it appeared to do it under the con-
down. In order to do away with
the cars, it was arranged that the cars
must reach San Jose in not less than 2 hours
54 minutes nor more than 3 hours after leaving
San Francisco; must cover the distance between
San Jose and Gilroy in not less than 1 hour 30
minutes nor more than 1 hour 36 minutes; and
must reach Del Monte in not less than 2 hours
30 minutes or more than 2 hours 36 minutes after
leaving Gilroy. One hour's stop for luncheon was
permitted at Gilroy. About twenty cars took part
in the endurance contest, three of them tieing for
first place. They were a Studebaker driven by
Eagal; a Winton operated by Arbuckle and a Peer-
less controlled by Williams. Lots were drawn for
the trophy by the three drivers and Arbuckle won.
The Gymkhana was held on the Del Monte track
on the* Fourth, four of the smaller events on the
programme taking place in the morning and the
remainder in the afternoon. The half-mile speed-
judging contest at the rate nearest to ten miles an
hour was won by Ely in a Peerless in exactly 3
miriutes. The 2-mile race for runabouts of 20 horse-
power or less was won by Tony Nichols in a
Franklin in 3:14. The same operator won the third
event, 50 yards, take off coat, turning it inside out
and putting it on again, start engine and run 50
yards, best time to win. in 33 H seconds. The
three-mile race for Touring cars 20 horse-power
or less was won by Hickman in a Moline car; time,
4:40.
The races in the afternoon were attended by the
largest crowd of spectators that has ever been
seen on the Del Monte track. Scores of automobiles
were packed in the polo-field and the grand-stand
was filled with people. The afternoon was warm
and bright. The fifth event on the programme was
a one-mile speed judging contest, the operator runn-
ing nearest to a speed of 20 miles an hour to be the
winner. Hendry in a Moline car won in exactly 3
minutes. The 10-mile race for runabouts of 24 horse-
power or more was won by Bert Dingley in a
Pope-Hartford: time, 12:42. The 100-yard dash,
for gasoline cars only, was won by John Fleming
in a Pierce Arrow; time, 1 1 Yt seconds.
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-■1 ih event was the big one of the day. the
Smile race for the 1M Montr I'up. There being
seven entries, it was necessary to have two pre-
The first of these was won by a
le driven by Frank Miner ami the second
ftotenfeld in a Peerless. In the Una] heat
Max Roaenfeld won in 6:16)4, tail being his
secoml victory on the Del Monte Cup. Kosenfchl .
won in a 1906 model car that has been used con-
tinuously since it came to San Francisco from the
Peerless factory. The 5 mile race for touring-cars of
power or more brought out a Pierce Great
Packard. For the first
three miles the cars kept close together, but at last
ihe Packard drew away and came in an easy
winner; time, 6:13^. The Packard is owned by
Welch and was driven by H. E. Warner. In the
5-mile free-for-all event the contestants were the
Packard, the Peerless and the Stcvens-Duryea "Big
Six". The Stcvcrts-Duryca performed exc.
well and won in 6:06^5 — the best time for five
miles made at the meet.
Some of the contestants saying that 5-mile and
10-mile races are not long enough to test the merits
of a car thoroughly, it was arranged that a 50-
mile event should be held on the track on Friday.
The track was scraped, harrowed, rolled and watered
to put it into condition for the event and the
officials who managed the races on the previous day
were asked to take charge. These were Arthur
B. Watson, Referee; Clinton E. Worden and W.
B. Bourn. Judges; M. L. Requa and R. H. Pease,
Jr., Timers; R. R. l'Hommedieu, Clerk of the
Course and Starter.
Seven cars took part in the race, the Pope-
Hartford runabout that won the 10-mile race on
the previous day and J. A. Marsh's "Old Forty"
Pificc Arrow not being on hand. The seven cars
were drawn up a hundred yards from the starting
line in two rows, four in the first and three in the
i pw. The Stevens-Duryea, Stearns and
Thomas Seventy got away in the lead and kept close
for the first six miles. Then the Stearns
to slacken speed and at last was taken off
the track, when it was found that the supply of gas
was deficient. So much time was expended in
repairing the carburetter that the Stearns lost its
chance of winning but it was replaced on the track
I covered 46 miles, when it was withdrawn.
Max Rosenfeld's Peerless was doing well when a
tire blew out and nine minutes were lost in replac-
ing it. The Thomas Flyer also had to replace a tire.
The Cadillac touring car covered the distance with-
out having to make any repairs or adjustments.
The Stcvens-Duryea won in 1:01:00; the Thomas
Seventy being second in 1:06:47 and the Loco-
mobile third in 1:06:57. The Peerless, Cadillac and
Thomas Flyer finished in the order in which they
are named. The winning car was driven by A. H.
Martin and covered the first ten miles in 12 :16VS :
the second ten in 11:28; the third in 12:07!4; the
fourth ten in U:52;4 and the last ten in 12:16J4.
The record time for fifty miles was a fraction above
1.03.00 until on Decoration Day at the Denver
Automobile meet a Thomas Forty driven by Mather-
son • covered the distance in 55:43 3-5.
It is probable that arrangements will be made for
a second run and race-meet of the Automobile Club
of California at Del Monte during the Admission
Day holidays in September.
THE JULY "GOLF WEEK" AT
DEL MONTE
By ARTHUR INKERSLEY.
." PREVIOUS years there has been
one "golf week" at Del Monte,
this being held during August or
September. But this year two golf
tournaments, each lasting one week,
have already been held and a third
will take place in September — from
the 4th to the 9th. both inclusive.
The July "golf week" began on
Monday, the first, on which day the
qualifying rounds over thirty-six
holes, medal score, of the competi-
tion for the Del Monte Cup for men were played.
There were nine entries, eight of whom made the
two rounds of the eighteen-hole course. Dr. E. E.
Baker and A. W. Splivalo played the 36-holes in the
afternoon. John Parrott, Jr., of the Burlingame
Country Club entered the tournament but was pre-
vented by the death of his cousin from taking part
in the competition for the Del Monte Cup for men,
though his entry for the Consolation Handicap was
accepted. Douglas Grant of the Burlingame Country
Club returned the best score, 80, 81, total 161. The
scores and positions of the players are shown in the
table:
Del Monte Cup for Men.
Qualifying Rounds; July 1.
Competitor!
R. M. Loesser
Dr. S. L. Caldwell.
R. E. Allardice....
1. S. Carroll
Admiral Trilley
Douelas Grant
Dr. E. E. Baker....
A W. Splivalo
John Parrott. Jr....
1st Rd.
2dR d.
Total
90
102
192
99
98
197
114
111
225
101
110
211
93
102
195
81
80
161
86
85
171
108
105
213
•Entered, but did not play.
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t?)
There being only eight competitors the match
play was completed in three rounds, the first of
which was played on Tuesday morning, July 2,
and the second on the afternoon of the same day.
The handicaps were based on the form displayed by
the competitors in the qualifying rounds. The
four winners were Douglas Grant, A, W. Splivalo,
the Rev. E. E. Baker and Professor R. E. Allardice.
The only close match was that between R. M.
Locser and A. W. Splivalo. The latter, except for
a game or two on the course of the Claremont
Country Club, had not played for two years and
made a poor score in the qualifying round. He re-
ceived a match play handicap of fifteen strokes — the
largest given to any player except Professor Allardice,
who received a stroke on every hole. The Professor
smothered Admiral Trilley and the Rev. E. E.
Baker defeated his opponent by the same ample
margin as that which separated the Professor and
the Admiral.
In the second or semi-final round A. W. Splivalo,
receiving fifteen strokes, beat Douglas Grant 4 up 3
to play and .Professor Allardice defeated Dr. E. E.
Baker 2 up 1 to play.
The final round over thirty-six-holes, eighteen iit
the morning and eighteen in the afternoon was
played on Wednesday the 3rd between Professor
R. E.- Allardice and A. W. Splivalo. The Professor
received three strokes from his opponent, being one
stroke at the third, fifth and tenth holes. On the
first eighteen holes the . Professor obtained a lead
of 6 up and increased this in the afternoon. At
the 27th hole he won the match by the big margin
of 10 up 9 to play. The Professor won the Del
d A. W. Splivalo received the trophy
r-up. The full details are shown in
Aionte Cup
for the rui
the table:
'Ei. Monte Cup for Men:
Match Play Rounds.
First Round
Semi-final
Round
Final Round
1
Scr.
10
9
15
3
14
10
is
Douglas Grant 1
S. L. Caldwell 1
R. M. Loeser 1
A. W. Splivalo l
Dr.E.E. Baker I.
J, S. Carroll. . . i
Admir'ITrilley 1
R. E. Allardice 1
Grant 1
.S up 4 to play 1
Splivalo 1
2 up 1 to play 1
Baker
S up h to play !
Allardice |
S up 6 to play J
Splivalo 1
4 up .'*> to play
1
Allardice 1
2 up 1 to play 1
The winner is a Scotchman, a graduate of Edin-
burgh University and a Professor at Stanford
University. He is the founder of the Machrihanish
(A. W.
of the
Golf Club at Palo Alto. The run
Splivalo) and the Rev. E. E. Baker (Paste
First Presbyterian Church of Oakland) are members
of the Claremont Country Club. R. M. Loeser is a
resident of Palo Alto and a special student at
Stanford University. Admiral John Trilley, U. S. N.,
is a resident of Pacific Grove and Dr. S. L. Cald-
well comes from Colorado Springs, being a member
of the Town and Gown Club there. J. S. Carroll
is a member of the Los Angeles Country Club.
The qualifying round over eighteen holes of the
competition for the Del Monte Cup for women took
place on Tuesday morning, the participants being
Miss E. s\. W. Morgan, who went round with Miss
Cornelia W. Armsby, and Mrs. R. M. Loeser, who
played with Mrs. H. R. Warner. Their scores were
old Photo
Miss Cornelia W. Armsby
Winner Del Monte Cup for Women
Miss Morgan, 118
Mrs. Warner, 127.
In the first and semi-final
natch
eighteen holes, played on the morning of Thursday,
July 4th, Miss Armsby, scratch, beat Mrs. Loeser,
receiving twelve strokes, 3 up 1 to play ; and Mrs.
Warner won from Miss Morgan, receiving two
strokes, 2 up. Miss Armsby played an excellent
game, going out in 49 and coming in in 43, total
y2. Her card for the second nine holes read: 7,
6, 5, 5, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, — 43. Her opponent received
a stroke at every hole except the 6th, 9th, 14th, 15th,
16th and ISth.
In the final match round on Thursday morning,
July 4th, Miss Armsby, playing from scratch, beat
Mrs. Warner, receiving twelve strokes, 2 up. Miss
Armsby did not play so strong a game as on the
previous day and was 3 down on the first nine holes.
The first hole was halved, the second won by Mrs.
Warner, who was 1 up ; the third went to Miss
Armsby, making hte score all even. The fourth was
taken by Mrs. Warner, making her 1 up; the fifth
was halved ; the sixth, seventh and eighth were
won by Mrs. Warner, making her 4 up; the ninth
was taken by Miss Armsby, leaving Mrs. Warner 3
;o
WESTERN I
On the Nine Hole Putting Course. Del Monte
up at the turn. In the second round Miss Armsby
won the tenth, lost the eleventh, Mrs. Warner
still being 3 lip; Mi«s Armsby won the twelfth,
halved the thirteenth, won the fourteenth and
fifteenth, making the match all square. Miss Arms-
by won the sixteenth, making her 1 up, halved the
seventeenth, making her 1 up and 1 to go. Miss
Armsby won the eighteenth and the match 2 up.
The scores, hole by hole, follow:
Out:
Miss Armsby 6 7 6
Mrs. Warner 7 6 10
In:
Miss Armsby 7 7 5
9 8
7 9
6 10
5 8
5 4—61
5 6—63
5
4 — 44
Mrs. Warner 11 6 7 6 4 7 7 6 8—62
On the afternoon of Thursday, the 4th, there was
no competition on the golf course, the contests for
the Del Monte Cups being finished and the golfers
wishing to view the automobile races. On Friday
morning, the 5th, six couples took part in the
Handicap Mixed Foursomes over eighteen holes,
medal play, the results being as follows:
Handicap Mixed Foursomes.
Friday. July 5.
Players
Gross
Handi-
cap
Net
Mrs. Loeser and R. E. Allardice . .
Miss Armsby and R. M. Loeser
Mrs. Warner andDr.E. E. Baker
Miss Morgan and A. W, Splivalo..
Miss G. Harvev and J. Parrott Jr.
Miss Bourn and Douglas Grant. . .
114
%
99
124
125
20
6
11)
19
15
12
94
90
8"
105
110
87
who captured the prizes presented by the Pacific
Improvement Company, Miss Bourn winning a silver
flower vase and Douglas Grant a silver filigree
liqueur decanter.
The Consolation event, over thirty-six holes, medal
score, for men who did not reach the final round
of the competition for the Del Monte Cup, brought
out five competitors, whose scores were as follows:
Men's Consolation Handicap: Thirty-Six Holes.
Competitors.
J. Parrott. Jr....
Admiral Trilley .
Dr. E.E.Baker.
Douglas Grant..
K. M. Loeser...
First
Sn nnd
Gros
Handi-
Round
Round
cap
80
76
156
0
91
94
185
28
91
82
173
S
79
0
94
*..
24
As shown in the above table, the lowest score
was returned by Miss Bourn and Douglas Grant,
*No returns.
The Consolation Handicap over eighteen holes for
those who did not reach the final round of the
competition for the Del Monte Cup for women took
place on Monday morning, July 8, between Miss
E. A. W. Morgan (handicap 18) and Mrs. R. M.
Loeser (handicap 16). Miss Morgan received two
strokes. Mrs. .Loeser went out in 67, the first and
fifth holes costing her eleven strokes each, but came
in in 45, making a total of 112. Miss Morgan
went out in 68, the third hole costing her ten and
the seventh hole twelve strokes, she came in in 55,
making a gross of 123, less 2 {the difference between
her handicap and that of Mrs. Loeser, net 121. Mrs.
Loeser won the Consolation Handicap trophy, a
handsome bright silver flower vase.
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71
The regular weekly contest over eighteen holes,
medal play, in the Continuous Tournament for
women took place on Saturday morning, July 6,
the competitors being Miss Maud Bourn, Mrs. H. R.
Warner and Mrs. R. M. Loeser. who received 12
strokes each. Miss E. A. W. Morgan and Miss
Hazel King, each of whom received 24 strokes. Miss
Cornelia W. Armsby was the scratch player, but the
counter-attraction of a picnic drew her away from
the golf links. The scores were as follows :
Women's Continuous Handicap: Sixth Contest.
Competitors
Gross
Handi-
cap
Net
112
122
123
152
168
'12
14
12
12
24
ins
Mrs. U.K. Warner
III
1411
Miss Hazel King
14*
by the above table
tier, this being her
R. M. Loeser
victory.
The regular fall tournament will be held on the
Del Monte golf course September 2nd to 8th. The
programme will include handicap match play com-
petitions for the Del Monte Cup for Men and for
the Del Monte Cup for Women; Handicap Mixed
Foursomes and Consolation Handicaps for Men and
Women. Other events will be added, if the golfers
present desire to take part in them.
The management of the Hotel Del Monte pro-
poses to have a carnival of sports during the first
two weeks of September. It is expected that there
will be a lawn tennis tournament and polo matches
and that the automobihsts will be induced to make
another run to Del Monte. It is hoped that Miss
May Sutton, now lawn tennis champion of Great
Britain, her sister, Miss Florence Sutton, and other
strong players may take part in the lawn tennis
By ARTHUR INKERSLEY.
-jN ORDER to encourage golfing during
the Summer, the management of the
Hotel Del Monte decided to offer
trophies for men and women, to be
competed for in Continuous Handi-
cap Tournaments during June, July
and August. Each week on Saturday
the woman's event to take place in
the morning and the men's event
in the afternoon, both being over
eighteen holes, medal play. The
winner of each weekly contest to have
his or her name, with the date, engraved on the
first trophy, which, at the close of the series of
competitions, is to become the property of the
player who shall have won the greatest number of
weekly victories. If two or more competitors in
either tournament shall win an equal number of
victories, the tie is to be played off over eighteen
holes, medal score. The winner in the play-off will
capture the principal trophy and the player return-
ing the next best score will receive the second
trophy. If no tie results, the player winning the
second largest number of victories in the weekly
contests will receive the
ond trophy. Any amateur
the tournaments,
the Ladies' Continuous
held on Saturday morn-
golfer is eligible to play
The first competition
Handicap Tournament w;
ing, June 1, the competitors being Miss E. A. W.
Morgan and Mrs. H. R. Warner, who volunteered to
set the ball rolling. Miss Morgan won with a
score of 63 out, 76 in, total 139, Mrs. Warner's
score being 70 out, 84 in, total 154. Miss Morgan's
name was the first engraved on the handsome bright
silver water-pitcher presented by the Pacific Improve-
ment Company. Miss Morgan began to play golf
soon after the San Francisco Golf Club established
its course on the Military Reservation at the
Presidio and was at that time one of the strong
women players, but for a long period she gave up the
game and has only lately resumed it.
The second competition took place on Saturday
morning, June 8th, the players being Miss Morgan,
Mrs. Warner and Mrs. R. M. Loeser. Mrs. Warner
won with a score of 66 out, 57 in, total 123; Mrs.
Loeser being the best possible second with 64 out,
60 in, total 124; Miss Morgan making no returns.
The third competition took place
morning, June 15, and brought out fiv
In the first two contests no handicaps were given,
the number of competitors being so small and their
strength being considered about equal. In the third
competition Miss Cornelia W. Armsby (who in
September of last year was going round the course
under 100), Mrs. Warner and Mrs. Loeser played
from scratch, while Miss Morgan received four and
Mrs. Arthur Lord twelve strokes. The results
were as follows:
Saturday
mpetitors.
Ladies' Continuous Handica
June 15.
Third Contest;
c
oaipetitors
Out
In
Gross
Handi-
cap
Net
Miss
Armsby.. . .
60
57
117
0
117
Mrs
Warner
63
61
124
0
124
Miss
Morgan
66
63
129
4
125
Mrs
73
55
12S
0
128
Mrs
81
86
167
18
149
the
Oi
shown by the above table, Miss Armsby was
Saturday morning, June 22, six ladies took
part in the fourth weekly competition, Mrs. Lord
dropping out but Miss Foster (Mrs. R. M. Loeser's
sister) and Miss Warner coming in. The results are
shown in the table :
72
WESTERN FIELD
l| - II \m.i, U
SATURDAi Ii ni --'
riiton
In
Handl
N. I
Mrs.
Slits
Miss
Mrs
Miss
Miss
E \ \\ Morgan
II R Warnei
Fostei
SS
60
65
62
7>
:;
62
75
77
117
l<>,
1.4
148
154
12
ii
III
8
is
116
110
i 6
124
i r.
Loeser was the
As -hown in the above table Mr
winner of the fourth contest.
The fifth weekly contest in the Ladies' Conl
Handicap took place on Saturday morning, June 29,
live ladies competing, with the following results:
Ladies' Continuoi - H msdm \r
Fifth I I kday. Junk 29.
CoBpetitori
Out
In
i iross
Handi
cap
V l
Miss Warner
M BS Armsby
Mrs. Warner
69
60
7H
74
59
50
54
128
110
128
128
24
0
12
12
110
116
116
As shown in the above table, Miss Warner won.
Her handicap of 24 strokes was the highest given in
these tournaments and was based on her score of 154
in the contest of the previous Saturday, when she
played in a tournament for the first time. Miss
Warner improved her score so much that she came in
an easy winner, her last six holes being done in 5, 5,
4, 4, 6 and 8, total 32, or only two strokes worse
than Miss Armsby, the scratch player, who returned
7, 4, 4, 4, 6, 5, total 30.
The five ladies who during the month of June won
the honor of having their names engraved on the
Handicap Trophy, were Miss E. A. W. Morgan,
Mrs. H. R. Warner, Miss Cornelia W. Armsby, Mrs.
R. M. Loeser and Miss Alice M. Warner.
Xot enough men being on hand no contests were
held in the Men's Continuous Golf Handicap Tourna-
ment during June. It is not unlikely that the
tournament will be extended so as to cover Septem-
ber, thus making it of three months' duration. The
trophy offered by the Pacific Improvement Company
to the player who wins the greatest number of
victories during the period of the tournament is a
handsome two-handled cup of hammered silver, as
shown in the accompanying photograph. The man
who wins the second largest number of victories
will receive a sliver trophy.
Every Wednesday afternoon during June a Ladies'
Putting Contest was held, either on the "Clock
Green" or on the 9-Hole Putting Course near the
Club House. The first of these took place on
Wednesday afternoon, June 5, the four competitors
making two rounds apiece of the "Clock". Mrs.
R. M. Loeser won with 24, 27, total 51 ; Mrs. H. R.
Warner, 29, 23, total 52, tying with Mrs. Clinton
E. Worden, 27, 25, total 52; and Miss E. A. W.
Morgan's score being 27, 29, total 56. Mrs. Loeser
won a golf club. Though the winner did three holes
in one stroke apiece on her first round, the best
single round was Mrs. Warner's second (23), the
eleventh hole costing one stroke and all the rest two
strokes.
On Wednesday afternoon, June 12, five ladies took
part in the second Putting Contest — two rounds of
the "Clock Green". Miss Morgan 24, 28, total 52,
tied with Mrs. Warner, 25, 27, total 52; Miss
Armsby's score was 27, 27, total 54; Mrs. Loeser
Trophy Presented by Pacific Improvement Co.
Men's Continuous Handicap
returned 27, 29, total 56; and Mrs. Clinton E.
Worden's score was 30, 27, total 57. In playing off
the tie over one round Miss Morgan won with 26
against Mrs. Warner's 27.
The contest on Wednesday, June 19, consisted of
two rounds of the Nine-Hole Putting course, there
being eight competitors, whose scores were as follows :
Ladies' Putting Contest.
Wednesday Afternoon. June IV.
Two Rounds of Nine-Hole Green.
Competito.s"
IstRd.
2d. Rd.
Total
23
25
25
26
15
26
28
22
26
25
26
25
27
26
45
48
50
51
51
52
52
53
As shown above, Miss Armsby won by a margin
of three strokes from her nearest competitor, Mrs.
Warner, whose best round was equal to Miss
Armsby's best.
On Wednesday, June 26, eight ladies took part in
the fourth Putting Contest, which consisted of two
rounds of the "Clock Green". Miss Armsby again
proved the winner, her score being 24, 22, total 46.
The scores of the other competitors were as follows:
Mrs. R. M. Loeser, 27, 22, total 49.
Mrs. Weston, 28, 23, total 51.
Mrs. Warner, 27, 24, total 51.
Miss Morgan, 26, 26, total 52.
Miss Warner, 26, 27, total 53.
Miss Cotter, 29, 24, total 53.
Mrs. Williamson, 29, 31, total 60.
DOG
NO RIGHT TO THE NAME
WRITER in the American
Field asks: "Does the bench
show Llewellin no longer
exist?" In the first place
"Llewellin" is a misnomer as
applied to English setters. A
few years after the dogs
purchased from Mr. Llewellin,
and their descendants, had
done nearly all of the win-
ning by setters at American field trials, there
arose a demand for some name by which
these dogs might be distinguished from our
native setters. "Field-trial Setters" was at
first suggested, but this did not seem to fill
the demand, so Arnold Burgess suggested
the name, "Llewellin Setter". As the dogs
had principally come from Llewellin's
kennels, the name was adopted. This was
soon followed with an edict from some one
that only dogs coming from the Llewellin
kennels and their descendants should receive
this name. Dogs, therefore, that were of
exactly the same breeding were tabooed as
not straight bred Llewellins, for the very
foolish reason that they did not come from
his kennels or were not descended on both
sides from dogs that did.
But the greatest inconsistency in the
adoption of this name was found in the fact
that the dogs so named were bred in various
ways. Gladstone, for instance, was half
Laverack and by a sire by Duke out of
Rhoebe. Count Noble was by Count Wind-
'em — a three-quarter Laverack — out of Nora,
a half Laverack and half Duke — Rhoebe,
making him five-eights Laverack and three-
eights Duke — Rhoebe. Rahe was by Dan
(Duke — Rhoebe) out of Ruby and she by
Fred (Lavereack) out of Rhoebe. He was
therefore one-quarter Lavereack, one-
quarter Duke blood and half Rhoebe blood.
Carlowitz was bred by Llewellin, yet he was
a pure Laverack, but under this rule he too
must be classed as a Llewellin.
Waddingon's Daisy was by Carlowitz
out of True. Carlowitz was bred by Llewel-
lin, and True was by Llewellin's Prince out
of Dora, making her three-fourths Lave-
rack. Still under the rule she was a Llewel-
lin. Rederick, imported from Llewellin's
kennels, was one-fourth Duke-Rhoebe and
three-fourths Laverack. Ruby was a
Llewellin because he owned her. She was
by the Laverack, Fred out of Rhoebe, but
Rob Boy a full brother was not, because he
was sold to Arnold Burgess by Thos.
Slatter the owner of Rhoebe. Then comes
another mixture and still they are straight
bred Llewellins, such as Dashing Berwyn,
Dashing Model, etc. These were sired by
Llewellin's Dash II, by Prince (Laverack)
Dash II, out of Kate, by Graham's Duke
out of Corbett's slut. Now Llewellin's
Dash II had more of the Rhoebe blood that
was so prominent in the rest of his dogs.
So that when we find that a Llewellin
setter, so-called, can be one-fourth Lave-
rack, half Laverack or three-fourths Lave-
rack and the rest Duke-Rhoebe or with the
Rhoebe blood left out or the Duke blood
left out, it naturally leads to the inquiry:
what was this Duke and this Rhoebe blood?
Duke was by Graham's Duke out of
Corbett's slut. The sire and dam of
Graham's Duke was Dart and Bess and this
is all that is known about him. The sire of
Corbett's Slut was Rollo, and nobody
knows who was her dam. Rhoebe was by
Hackett's Rahe out of Slatter's- Psyche.
Hackett's Rahe is fully traced for two
generations, and partially for several more,
but Psyche, according to the English
Kennel Club's stud book was a waif,
WESTERN FIELD
ided in some way from the Gordon
Castle and South Esk strains of setters.
Later a pedigree, a- becomes one of such
fame, has been found for her, but there is
no certainty of its authenticity. At any
rate Puke and Khocbe were from two
different sources, neither of which have
any claim to purity of strain, even if of
blood.
Mr. Llewellin, unquestionably, deserves
great credit for producing, or what is better,
for introducing into America, this out-
crossed Laverack setter. The Laverack
setter was not only an established strain,
but it had been kept pure within itself long
enough, and bred true enough to type to
almost entitle it to be called a breed. It is
true the Laveracks had been interbred on
false theories until they were generally
faulty in chest and shoulders. But in spite
of this nature would often assert itself, and
reverting back to the old type, produce a
Countess, a Nellie, a Phantom and others
of the right formation. It was therefore on
the pure blood of the Laverack that Llewel-
lin built his foundation. And, whether these
Laveracks were crossed onto the Duke-
Rheobe blood or onto Duke alone, or
Rhoebe alone, the result was good, because
the foundation was pure. All it needed was
strengthening by some outside blood on
account of its long and constant inter-
breeding on false theories. It was strongly-
prepotent on account of this purity. It was
this prepotency that made so many of the
early crossbreeds from the Llewellin
kennels handsome, shapely, and well-built
dogs. It is this prepotency asserting itself,
after years of the most reckless interbreed-
ing, that v; i \ (■- an occasional well-made,
handsome dog even at this late day.
The so-called Llewellin is not entitled to
the name even as a strain, for they have
not yet reached that point where they have
established a type by which they can be
identified, beyond generally an apple head,
short nose and snipy muzzle. But even this
is not constant, for good, clean, shapely
heads are often seen, as the individual
reverts back to the pure blood of the
Laverack. With the present system of in-
terbreeding, with the one idea of develop-
ing speed, the bench-show Llewellin will
soon be known only in history. And what
is worse it will not take much more than
another decade to completely eradicate all
his bird-sense and make him useless as a
field dog, except possibly as a racing
machine.
The English setter needs a new Llewellin,
not to undo what he did, but to undo what
foolish fads have done to the good work he
began. The English setter needs a new
Llewellin to make another outcross onto
some strain devoid of the nervousness
which characterizes our dogs of today;
something with more brains and more
substance, more desire to hunt for birds,
and sure enough to handle them when
found. Something built on the lines of the
true English, with the fine intelligent head
and speaking eye, and with a conformation
that can stand a day's work.
NEEDS REVISING
r THE late San Francisco
show a prize was offered for
the best "field dog" and the
judge awarded it to Mallwyd
Bob, as the best setter or
pointer in the show. Against
this decision John Golobeck
has filed a protest with the
club. I am not aware on just
what grounds the protest is
made, but I suppose it must be that he
thinks there were better field dogs in the
show than Mallwyd Bob. That is, dogs
that could do better work in the field. On
this ground the protest must fall, for no
judge in the ring can form any idea of a
dog's work in the field. He may easily- form
an estimate of the dog's ability to cover
ground fast and wide and stay at his work
for a day's shooting, but the dog might be
unbroken and therefore useless in the field. ,
Just so long as bench show committees
will offer such foolish prizes, just so long
will there be trouble. The best field dog,
from a bench show standpoint, is the most
typical setter, pointer or spaniel, and even
hounds, beagles, and harriers might be in-
cluded in the list. In the eyes of the
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75
sportsman the "best field dog" would be the
one that could do the best work on up-
land game birds; but in order for 'a bench
show committee to have this determined
they would have to take the competing
dogs to trials and have them tested on
game under competent judges. Prizes like
the one causing the protest should be more
definitely worded, so that they can be
decided in the judging ring.
While speaking of this matter I want to
call the attention of the show committees
to another kind of prize that bench shows
are offering that will soon result in doing
harm to the shows. I refer to the prize
for field trial dogs. First, in making the
class or classes do not put setters and
pointers together. No judge can in-
telligently judge a dog of one breed against
one of another breed; secondly, make the
classes for dogs that "have been placed in
a field trial", not that have merely been
entered or started. The owners of good
field trial winners will soon tire of patroniz-
ing shows if their dogs are to compete with
anything that may "have been entered". At
best the expediency of making field trial
classes for bench shows is very doubtful.
Therefore show committees, if they desire
the patronage of the field trial men, should
be very careful to place such restrictions on
the entries as will meet with the approval
of field trial men.
While there are an abundance of setters
and pionters in California these breeds are
generally found in very limited numbers at
the shows, and the reason for it is that the
bird dog men are quite generally of the
opinion that bench shows do the field dog
interest far more harm than good. Bad
judging, and bad handling of classes and
prizes by show committees has had a strong
influence in the formation of this opinion.
Another fruitful source of the creation of
this opinion is getting pet-dog judges, who
never saw a dog at work on birds and who
have not the faintest idea of the require-
ments of a field dog — in the way of speed,
sudden turning, and instantaneous stopping —
to judge these dogs. The result is awards
become a farce and dogs that are impos-
sibilities as field dogs are often placed to
the front, like was the case with both
English setters and pointers at the San
Francisco show two years ago.
If, therefore, bench show committees
want to win back the field dog men as
patrons of the shows, they must give them
better treatment in the way of judges, and
use more discretion in the making of classes
and offering of prizes.
SHORT BARKS.
THE Manitoba field trials will begin on September
Sth, with a derby, all-age and champion stake.
Entries closed July 1, for the derby and all-age.
The entries for the champion stake closes August 1st.
The Stockton Kennel Club will hold a show in
October. From present indications a good entry is
promised. Stockton has always been a good point
for a show, and those visiting the city have always
been accorded royal treatment by the Stockton
fanciers — and that goes a long way in drawing entries
from the outside.
Oxford, Pa., has a good collie story. The resi-
dence of a Mr. Beattle was discovered by the dog to
be on fire, and as he could not wake up the family,
he seized the rope of a big dinner bell that was
used for summoning the farm hands to dinner, and
jerked it so fiercely that he woke, up the neighbor-
hood.
The overtures made by the A. K. C. clique looking
to a peaceful settlement of kennel matters, was
nothing more than the usual blub which these
leaders of American dogdom are so ready at making.
All they wanted was to gain more time to entrench
themselves in their hold on the money and property
belonging to the fanciers of America. When the
Ashland House committee called the little bluff and
showed their readiness to leave the whole matter
of settlement to a referee, the self-important president
of the illegal incorporation flatly refused to submit
any of his acts to the decision of anyone but himself
and his henchmen, so the matter will now go to the
courts.
At the best it will be a long drawn out suit, for
the usurpers have some $21,000 of the people's
money and will spend every cent of it rather than be
defeated in their designs. Possibly the only good
thing in the whole affair is that the trickery of the
schemers will be published to the world, thus en-
abling the fanciers generally to learn what kind of
men they have been truckling to for so many years.
It is about time, too, that the eyes of many are
opened to the disgraceful manner in which the kennel
affairs of America have been ru/i.
The following from the pen of Washington A.
Coster, published in the Sportsman's Review, shows
76
WESTERN FIELD
that I am not the only old hand at the game that
rcalirr* the folly «■* the present ijsteni of field trial
judging. IVw mm now living have had greater or
longer experience with field dogl than Mr. Coster,
or arc better qualified to pftN an opinion 00 this
foolish f.ui now dominating field trial competition.
PrOltl the wraith of his long experience comes the
is nothing more than an-
other name for retrogression in the development of
the field dog. Read what he says:
"About a month or so ago I received a letter
from a brother sportsman in regard to some doggy
data, which I very much regret was not returned as
complete as I should have desired, but I sent the
best in the house, and I yet trust it will serve the
purpose. After reading this pleasurable epistle over
the second time something caught my eye that set
me to thinking. Here is the paragraph that caused
my unrest.
" 'Crossed on a well bred bitch, each about five
years old (relating to sire and dam), three dogs were
produced, that had they not been trained for shoot-
ing dogs, and slowed up, might have made field
trial winners.'
"Now, this coming from an intelligent, experienced
sportsman, residing on the broad, wide, open prairie,
where boundaries are practically limitless and the
vision unobstructed for miles, in addition to seeing
crack field trialers in preparation, where the com-
parison was practical and of value, the question
arises, after giving this due and deliberate thought :
does the present field trials as run under up-to-date
requirements tend to produce a sportsman's shoot-
ing dog, or simply a dog you can shoot over?
"Certainly the paragraph quoted is simply a case
of 'Out of the fulness of the heart, the mouth speak-
eth," for here is a gentleman you would all admit —
should I mention name — is qualified from experience,
conditions and surroundings to pass an opinion of
weight. I fully appreciate his freedom from all
jealousy or envy, his only motive for the criticism
being actuated by the spirit of true sportsmanship —
pure and simple. Now, if the craze to increase
speed in the trialer, at the expense of pointing and
staunchness, or what may be termed bird work, is
the road to perfection, why should three embryo
field trial candidates, born, brought up, educated on
the prairie, be slowed down for shooting, thus meet-
ing the requirements of the gentleman's shooting
dog?
"This is not written in a captious view, but for
information, for I am seeking light like all students
who are deeply and seriously interested in their
study. It certainly seems strange that we should
work to perfect a creature to a certain point of per-
fection, then for practical purposes cut link by link
from this chain in retrocession that caused so much
time and expense to forge. There is a point where
the level-headed, prudent and common sense man
will stop. The other man — politeness demanding his
designation be omitted — jumps ahead or stops behind
the point.
"Now, the question is, which shall act as the
standard bearer for the rank and file to follow, or
shall we separate — as in the past and present — some
following one standard and some another, and some
just bushwhacking. I don't believe this sort of
legislation is productive of good for the many, or
education on the right lines. Some may call it
progress, I don't. I call it retrogration. I should
very much like to see a little more unity. I fully
tr- that every section requires the objects to
dovetail in local conditions to produce the best
results, and the point I am taking exceptions to it
the exm initiation to force his standard
on all -is the real thing in dogs, all others being no
COUlltS, plugs, muts, etc., etc.
Mr. Thos. S. Griffith, of Spokane, has been doing
a land office business in collies recently, he having
sold twenty-seven dogs of this breed during the
month of April. This, too, is another evidence of
the increasing popularity of the collie on the Coast.
Messrs. Elmer Cox, E. Courtney Ford, J. E.
Terry and S. Christensen have combined in fur-
nishing W. B. Coutts a fine string of performers to
be taken through the Northwestern field trial cir-
cuit. Among the lot are some of the best of last
year's performers, and with such a string the irre-
pressible Scotchman should be able to render a good
account.
The Airedale terrier has now become the fashion,
and is, therefore, in great demand with those fanciers
of the East, whose love of the dog seems only to be
confined to a desire to be fashionably in the fancy.
This suddenly bringing of the Airedale to fadism's
front, reminds me of a young lady's remark upon
first beholding a very young donkey. After taking
in mentally all its "points," she remarked: "Well,
it's so abominably ugly that one can't help but ad-
mire its pretty ugliness."
Field and Fancy says: "Do you know that some
certified pedigrees are works of 'art'?" Certainly,
and in the A. K. C. stud book can be found plenty
of them right from the brush of the "old masters."
OFFICIAL announcement is made by Thomas
S. Griffith, president of the Spokane Kennel
Club, that entries for the fourth annual dog.
show to be given September 25th to 28th, in connec-
tion with the Spokane Interstate Fair, September
23d to October 3d, will close September 16th, when
A. B. Jackson, secretary, will allot spaces. Mr.
Jackson will also be superintendent of the show.
Pacific Coast clubs and exhibitors should communi-
cate with J. P. Norman, Berkeley, Cal., secretary of
the Pacific advisory committee. The rules of the
American Kennel Club, of which the Spokane or-
ganization is a member, will govern. The bench
show committee is composed of Mr. Griffith, Mr.
Jackson and C. D. Bond, who also compose the
board of directors.
In addition to the awards to be made by the fair
association the club will offer these cash prizes
to handlers:
For handler showing the largest string of dogs
from California, $2f>; for largest string from British
Columbia. $20; for largest string from Washington,
outside Spokane, $20; for largest string from Ore-
gon, $20. No less than ten dogs can be exhibited
to get in the money.
Silver medals will be awarded to first and bronze
medals to second prize winners in all classes. Other
awards will be as follows : Reserve, very high com-
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77
mended, highly commended and commended, and
there will be special trophies in various classes, also
prizes for decorated kennels.
These classes will be open. Bloodhounds, maS=
tiffs, St Bernard (rough coated); St. Bernard (smooth
coated); Newfoundlands, Russian wolfhounds (Bor-
zois) ; deerhounds, greyhounds, foxhounds (Ameri-
can) ; pointers, English setters, Gordon setters, Irish
setters, Chesapeake Bay dogs, Irish water spaniels,
field spaniels, cocker spaniels (black), not over 24
pounds; cocker spaniels (parti-colored), not over 24
pounds; cocker spaniels (any solid color other than
black), not over 24 pounds; dachshunds, collies
(sable and white); collies, old English sheep dogs
(bob tails) ; poodles, chows (Chinese dogs) ; Dalma-
tians, bulldogs, Airesdale terriers, bull terriers,
French bulldogs, Boston terriers, fox terriers (smooth
coated) ; fox terriers (wire haired) ; Irish terriers,
Scottish terriers, skye terriers, Bedlington terriers,
black and tan (Manchester) terriers; Pomeranians,
English toy spaniels, Japanese spaniels, pugs, York-
shire terriers, maltese terriers, toy terriers, under
seven pounds; Italian greyhounds and a miscellaneous
class for reorganized breeds.
Robert H. Cosgrove, secretary and manager of the
fair association, says advises already to hand indicate
that the dog show will be one of the best attended
and most interesting in the history of the Inland
Empire of the Pacific Northwest, and that it will do
more than anything else to stimulate an interest in
high bred animals.
"We have a number of prize winning dogs in this
part of the country," he added, "and this show should
demonstrate that our owners are doing a lot to get
pure strains and improve breeds. I am informed
also that there will be entries from various parts of
the Middle West, as far as Illinois, and it is not un-
likely that some of our eastern and southern friends
will show us what they have to offer in the dog
worlds."
A STATE RECORD
SOME very remarkable shooting was done by
Mr. Fred Coleman, with a genuine A. H. Fox
Gun, at the shoot of the Florist Gun Club, on
Saturday last, June 8th. Mr. Coleman broke 174
out of 175 clay pigeons shot at, with a run of 161
straight, which we believe is the longest straight
run ever made in the state of Pennsylvania. Such
shooting as this is the most convincing argument that
can be given of the wonderful shooting qualities of
the A. H. Fox Gun, and the splendid markmanship
of Mr. Coleman.
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These garments are made of soft, closely woven
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Duxbak Garments not only "shed water like a duck's
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Duxbak Garments are also furnished for ladies'
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THE SOUTHERN HANDICAP
AT THE Southern Handicap tournament held at
Richmond, Va., May 8-10, Gorge S. Mc-
Carty of Philadelphia, shooting DuPont
Smokeless, won the trophy and first money of the
Southern Handicap, second and third moneys of the
same event were also won by shooters who used Du-
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ers using the same powder won first, second, third
and fourth Amateur Averages and also first, second
and third General Averages.
STATE CHAMPIONSHIPS OF 1907
THE win of any ChampionshiD is always some-
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such events everybody stands on the same
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DuPont Smokeless has now to its credit the follow-
ing State Championships won during the current
year:
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A. B. Richardson, Dover, Del.
April 19 — Arkansas State Championship, won by A.
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April 24-26 — Kans?s State Championship, won by
Henry Anderson, Salina, Kansas.
May 16 — Illinois Amateur State Championship, won
by Ed. Foust, Warren, Ind.
May 28 — Iowa Amateur State Championship, won
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June 5 — Ohio Amateur State Championship, won
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June 6 — Ohio State Championship, won by Jno. R.
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June 6 — New Jersey Amateur State Championship,
won by George R. Piercy, Jersey City, N. J.
June 12 — Maryland Amateur State Championship,
won by V. Jackson, Colora, Md.
May 22 — West Virginia State Championship, won
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Frontispiece— Wood Engraving— " On the Alert."
Indian Summer (Vers.-) Marian Phelps
The Virginia Kail Bonny cast If Dale
The Wooins (Verse) Roy Brazcl Miller
In the Drs Grass Tom Vcitch
On the Old Carson Trail John B. Haas
South Coast Shooting— Part VIII— White-tail De.-r " Slillhunter"
The Forest I 1 Harry T. Fee
The Canon - Verse \M. Pauline Scott
Th,- Desert * (.1/. Watrous
English Sport. Part II— Grouse Shooting R. Clafham
A Hunter's Story of Olden Times '. Dr. J. Henry Krent-mann
Three Days With Mt. Baker Raglan Glascock
The Old Fireside (Verse) : L. A. Wentworih
Some Curious and Little Known Animals— Part II— Bats Lawrence Ir-well
The Animal Liar (Verse) JV. H Crou-ell
To the Frozen El Dorado— Part I John F Suirrue
In the Tree Tops (Verse) Mary lam'han
Sleeping Out of Doors F. W. Reid
Modern Sporting Ride , "Small Arms"
Tennis W.J. Dai ley
Types of Setters H.T. Payne
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No. 2
INDIAN SUMMER
THE dismal line of stern autumnal days
Has broken rank, and dancing through the break,
Their splendor softened in the purple haze
That drapes the hills and veils the placid lake;
The golden hours of Indian Summer bring
Their yearly tribute to the season's king.
Soft, filmy clouds of dazzling whiteness, set
Within the tender blue of dreamy skies
That bend above the sloping meadows wet
With tears of mist from sad November's eyes,
Now quickly changed to gems of wealth untold
Beneath the autumn sunlight's mellow gold.
The russet tints of woodland fabrics, thrown
Against the velvet background of the hills;
The amber-brown of sandy barrens, sown
With rubies where the partridge berry fills
The air with spices; and the silken sheen
Of silver waters wandering between.
The cloud-tipped peaks of distant mountains, kissed
By sunset colors, radiant and rare,
Sardonyx, beryl, purple amethyst,
O'er shot with rosy light, until their fair
White summits kindle with the fires that glow
Deep in the opal's mystic heart of snow.
Gifts, royal gifts, no monarch need disdain;
The pearly clouds; the sapphire skies; the gold
Of sunlight, framing diamond drops of rain;
The sunset jewels; gems of wood and wold.
Ah! stranger offerings would pall beside
The old, old treasures newly glorified!
— Marian Phelps.
HERE is one handsome game
bird lurking in our midst that
few of our hunters ever see. It
is about the size of a quail, and
while of general distribution
throughout our country, of all
the secretive birds we yearly
follow with, camera and note-
book commend me to Rallus
virginianus.
We have seen it pop its grey head with
bright black eyes and sealingwax-red bill out
of the rushes that bordered the edges of
Long Island Sound ; we have heard its deep
booming notes and traced its path through the
flags by their waving tops on the banks of
the Kankakee in Indiana ; often while care-
fully searching the great "'drowned lands" of
Ontario we have caught a glimpse of the tan
breast and black and white bars of the under
coverts. We have shot it on the prairies.
caught glimpses of it lately while walking
from Puget Sound on our last trip, but Fulton
Market. New York, is the only place I have
ever seen them in any quantity. Then, alas!
they were hung up by the toes, killed in the
swamps of Louisiana. Many a counterfeit
was there also ; that same conscienceless
marketman sold well plucked robbins, great
bunches of blackbirds, bobolinks etc., as rail,
under his wizard touch all immediately be-
coming "Soras" and "Virginias."
Fritz, my fat assistant, and I, once ventured
hopefully into a deeply hidden place in the
great "drowned lands" of central Ontario,
lands where the raising of the water has
formed new straggling hidden swamps, places
where these secretive game birds love to
frequent. It was the end of April, the haze
was in the air and that lazy feeling beloved
by mankind was in our bones, a feeling of
rest that leaves lots of room for thankfulness
for the bare fact of living. Fritz and I were
in a long olive-green canoe, poling and push-
ing and dragging her through this sprouting
budding waterway. We had gazed our fill
on leaping maskinonge and quacking wild
duck. Alarmed and disturbed by this strange
monster with the olive-green shell, two heads
and four waving arms, what they must have
thought of us when we stepped out into the
sluggish water and lifted and carried our
shell as the need arose? What a fearsome
animal we must be to the beasts of the forest,
field and fen when we send out fire and smoke
through our long black tubes !
Ahead of us was a long bit of bog, a tiny
island in this mass of moss-covered logs and
trees and black mucky beds. On one end
of this patch of land was a big muskrat
house — a spring built one ; further on it was
covered with dead dry flags. As we rested
in our craft, smoking to discourage the un-
timely mosquito, there came two long black
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flashes and immediately in front of us settled
down a pair of Virginia rails just arrived
on the long migration ; could we have seen
their tickets they would have read something
as follows : "From Florida via the Air Line —
that follows the lakes and rivers — through
Pennsylvania and New York, always tarrying
for and using stop-over privileges until the
isotherm of 35° gets ahead ; around the shores
of the Great Lakes, into Canada — into the deep-
est, darkest, muddiest hidden places in all its
marshes. Note — remember you are not a citi-
zen of H. B. M. empire, therefore remain par-
tially concealed until return trip in September."
And they do, for how many that read this
article will think it possible that this plump little
game bird is so widely scattered over Canada.
Well, this pair had evidently returned home,
for they ran up and down inspecting every-
thing. They had several notes, she piped and
half trilled to him and he boomed and half
coughed back to her — all the sounds much
too great for the birds that gave them utter-
ance. Up and down the muskrat house, in
under the flags and reeds they sped, much as
we examine our summer cottages after a
season's absence. Unlike our homes, lunch
was already spread for them; how would
you like to own a home thus garnished and
ready for a thousand-mile-distant unexpected
owner? From tree top to root, on every
blade of dried beaver grass juicy black snails
were crowded and without sitting down the
pair dined ; then off they ran in great haste
to again examine the nesting place.
A week later we returned with camera
Boat and camera. The former was firmly
staked out in front of the place where these
two brown beauties intended to build, the
latter was tied on. Our canoe — with us in it —
was hidden some twenty yards off, a long
white line of rubber tubing connected the bulb
I held. Soon we heard the deep booming notes
of the male, then the querulous cry of the
female ; out popped -a long sharp, red shining
bill, then a bright black eye peeped at the
camera and soon the huffish-red neck and hand-
somely black-spotted back, the tan breast and
beautiful bars of the flank, the grayish-brown
legs, all stood revealed. As she watched the
camera and float intently, I hurried a handful
of air on its mission, the shutter clicked, and
we have her here beside the rush pillars of her
home for you to look at. How much better
and more satisfactory than killing the poor
" We took her with an excellent reflection i
water included "
thing and stuffing her to represent some
of some breed yet unnamed.
It took a full hour, a sunscorched,
tortured hour, before her ladyship
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Caught "going" with
scended to return; then she walked further
out into the picture and we took her with
an excellent reflection in the water included.
This seemed to he adding insult to injury,
as sin- ran away off in under the cover and
told all about it to her mate. The variety
of squeaks and grunts that these plump
can evolve is astounding. We
heard him coming through the bog scolding
loudly ; he stood well in under the flags and
examined us, booming vigorously. Then she
approached, after a tremendously long time,
and slyly examined that strange black box
that clicked like some hidden woodchuck,
finally mustering up courage to approach the
nest. By a lucky touch we pictured her just
as she was entering between the two big
flags that formed the pillars of her nest —
caught her with one foot in the air.
It was a week later when we peeped in that
nest and saw the clever basket-like formation
and the long lilac-spotted eggs. No sooner
had we withdrawn than he came along, boom-
ing harshly. In he stepped and carefully
examined the eggs and nest, then he came out
and later we saw her return. May days
were lengthening when we paddled that way
again, it was now heavy toil to get the long
cedar canoe through the rapidly growing
vegetation. Noiselessly as we could we ap-
proached the island where the nest was.
Seated on the warm black mud was the
whole family of downy yellowy-brownish
youngsters ; we could almost hear the
vigilant mother say "Scamper ! Here's that
big shelled monster again." They certainly
did ; away over the lily pads they pattered,
so light as not to more than ripple the dark
water in passing. A moment more and we
were the only animals visible in all that
secluded part of the drowned lands.
THE WOOING
A WEARY of Day's eager courtesies,
'* And burning words of passionate embrace,
Away from him fair Earth has turned her gaze
To where his dark-skinned rival Night she sees,
Touching with tender hand his harp, the trees;
Holding out shadow arms with gentle grace
And bending low to kiss her upturned face,
The while in loving tones, his voice, the breeze,
Is witching her with soothing serenade,
That stirs and thrills her so she's half-dismayed,
And fearful but still fain to be caressed.
He sees her trembling like a bashful maid,
Who longs to yield and yet is half-afraid,
And masterfully clasps her to his breast.
— Roy Brazel Miller.
By Tom Veitch.
HEN the long, fierce heat of sum-
mer has caused the once spark-
ling coastal trout streams to
dwindle and become sluggish
and algae-grown, and has driven
the ardent angler into the far-
away mountains to do his fly-
casting; when the winter duck
hunter has but recollections of
his last season's sport, and an-
ticipations of the days to come on dull, grey,
salt marsh, or in the waving tules ; and when
the pursuer of my brown-feathered friend,
the valley quail, is just receiving word of the
congregating of the coveys on the low, un-
reared hills, or in the brushy gulches — then it
is that I remember the hustling grey forms of
the broad stubble fields and rolling, oak-dotted
slopes, and make my preparations, circum-
stances permitting, for the late summer dove
shooting.
For through the long length of throbbing
days, while the soft, grey dust collects on the
roadside redwoods, and the wide, undulating
fields of grain grow and ripen in the golden
sunshine in preparation for the harvest to come,
do the doves rear their young in the green
willows along the banks of our rivers, and in
the oaks on our hillsides ; and when naught
but short stiff stubble remains of the stately
grain, the flocks gather in the fields and along
the rocky stream beds. Not only in the Coast
hills does this go on, but in the broad fields
of the big river counties, and in the Sierran
foothills ; and other sportsmen beside myself,
many of them, from fair San Diego to tim-
bered Del Norte, think of their arms and am-
munition and the swift little grey flyers.
I remember well one hunt after the little
doves in Mendocino county. For two days
the law had been the only thing that delayed
our start — our preparations were complete and
finished — and when finally night fell for the last
time on that close season we were reposing by
a glowing camp-fire, some twenty miles from
the blue Pacific, in the towering redwoods of
the southern Mendocino hills. Down from the
camp, out in the darkness, we knew was a
quiet little valley, where the brown, reed-bear-
ing grasses were undisturbed, and where there
was no timber, save here and there a broadly
branching oak. We also knew that doves were
there by scores — birds that had come from the
surrounding hills to this common feeding
ground — for we had seen them whistling their
way through the dusk in the early evening.
Then, we had hunted here before.
When we had finally crawled into the bags I
found some difficulty in losing my thoughts,
and blamed the little stream that sang its way
down through the redwoods from the hills
past our camp ; but since then I have come to
know of the relation between expectation and
insomnia.
I awoke next morning in the grey half-light
aware of the fragrant, elusive aroma of boil-
ing coffee ; and a little later, after a shivery
wash in the sparkling stream, while I was
testing my companion's ability as chef, I heard
from down the slope a soft, phantom call of a
dove — "Cueecu-cuu-cn."
We had decided to hunt separately, and as I
made my way down through the great trees
toward the open I heard, off and on, the phan-
tom, cooing calls of different birds. I hurried
on and killed my first bird just at the edge of
the redwoods. The light was very fair for*
good work, the sun promising to be up over
the hills in a few moments. As three birds
swung past in a wide half-circle, I took a
quick quartering shot which brought down the
center one, and a puff of grey feathers from
the last. I retrieved the grassed bird, and had
just stowed it snugly away in the far depths
of the capacious hunting coat, when a single
dove came turning and swinging up from be-
hind. I heard the whistle of its wings and
twisted quick and fired. Two loose feathers
floating down through the air told me I had
not missed, but on flew the bird out over the
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field . .<s I watched il suddenly pit hi
struck the ground a hundred and fifty yards
away. Winn I reached the bundle of grey ii
w.is entirely motionless, and after some search
1 found where a single shot had struck it in
the breast, cutting both lungs. I have had the
same tliiiiK happen with quail Apparently the
bird when thus hit flies until it draws in a
when the blood tills its lungs and it
pitches to earth,
By tliis time the sun was over the distant
ridge, and the birds were settling in the grass
for their morning feed. I started walking
through the knee-high tangle of grasses and
cannon thistle and put up two birds that flut-
thead, looking for a new place to alight
and allowing me to score an easy double. I
now missed two overhead shots, hut continu-
ing on my way through the crackling grass I
put up live birds in range, scoring every one
handily. This method of walking up the birds
in an open held is the easiest manner for the
man to get them, although those that
will can make larger bags by potting them
from the oaks or at a water-hole.
l'.\ now I had made my way across the open
field, and as the morning sun was becoming
uncomfortably warm I decided in favor of a
short rest beneath an oak.
As I was resting there I saw my companion
fire far down the field. Then from a red-
trunked madrone tree two hundred yards from
him, at the edge of the woods, there streamed
a veritable horde of grey. forms. Apparently
all the doves we had been putting up had
collected in this one tree, and as I watched
them winging into a flock I saw that they were
headed my way. I crouched down in the in-
sufficient cover afforded by the low brown
grass and slipped the safety up. On they came,
directh for the tree under which I was. When
,it about fort} yards they saw me and swung
■ it to the hft in two long lines, their wings
whistling shrilly. The gun barrels moved
with them and at the lnsi report four in the
leading line pitched, and disorder struck the
flock. The second barrel brought down three
more, t^" of which were only crippled and
flapped around in an open space into which
they had fallen. These acted as decoys for
some score of the birds that had passed and
as these latter swung back three more were
Ten birds in four shots!
My companion came up and we made our
way to a spring under the dark trees. Here
we had a cool drink of Adam's wine, after
which we tramped along the slopes among the
scattered oaks to which most of the birds had
flown. Here we both filled out our limits on
birds that flew from tree to tree at our ap-
proach. Our hunting coats heavy, but our
shell pockets light, we returned to camp in
time to prepare lunch.
I thoroughly enjoyed that morning's shoot
and was entirely satisfied when it was ended.
I had had my fill of good, clean sport. How-
ever much dove shooting may be condemned
by some, I shall always uphold and enjoy it,
for it has many things in its favor. It affords
the hunter good exercise, the greatest variety
of shots at birds that, with the exception of
wild pigeons, can stand more punishment than
any other, and gives him a bird that is unsur-
passed for the table.
I hope that the dove may long be found
among our hills and on our plains, and that
some one day in every three hundred and
sixty-five I may have the opportunity to
shoulder my gun and tramp through the late
summer heat in his pursuit, the dry grass
crisp beneath my boots and the arching, blue
skv overhead.
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WAS in 1862. "Why not go?"
My chum Bob Dixon said, when
I told him that I felt a hanker-
ing for the mountains. "I will
go with you. We will take
saddle horses, provisions and
other stuff along and camp
when and where we please."
That suited me. I had been
out in the high Sierras many
days and nights, and always enjoyed it. We
were not long in getting ready and next
morning found us en route from the little
town of Pleasant Valley on the old Carson
trail to the road built from Placerville to
Virginia City in Nevada.
We enjoyed it, as we rode through the
pine woods and past some small ranches ;
through Dry Gulch and Sky Park and then
on a high ridge for miles.
We moored at the headwaters of Webber
Creek and had the good fortune of coming
across a patch of hazelnuts and bushes of
gooseberries, which furnished us a delicious
dessert. We also found some of the hillsides
covered with wild plums, but they were some-
thing similar to persimmons, leaving a rather
puckering after-taste in one's mouth. I heard
that some of the habitants near by brewed a
good beer of these, but having never tasted
it, can not say.
After allowing our ponies to luxuriate on
the green grass near the rivulet, we continued
on our way, gaining the Placerville road and
crossing the American River, the "Rio de los
Americanos" of the native Californians, on
Brockliss' bridge. For quite a distance we fol-
lowed the grade on the south of the river,
as it went foaming and rushing in its rocky
bed in the ever varying light and shade. A
little way farther up stream, a great scope on
the opposite mountain presented a bare strip
several hundred yards wide, from near the
top to the river's edge, glistening like an
immense mirror in the sunshine. The winter
before unusually heavy rains had caused a
landslide, leaving the bare rocks exposed. The
immense mass of rock, earth and trees for
a while dammed the river ; and only the great
height of Brockliss' bridge over the river
saved it from destruction when the dam
broke.
Finding a convenient place in a ravine, we
camped. Everything requisite, wood, water
and feed was there. The ruins of a stone
chimney told us that in the first days of the
Comstock silver excitement some one had
built a shanty there, a so-called "deadfall,"
compelling the thirsty wayfarer to buy the
water of him and throwing in the whiskey — ■
as big a drink as he wanted — free, gratis.
Supper over, we had our smoke. Bob
Dixon was a good companion and never
in want of something to talk about.
"What if we should have a grizzly come
on to us tonight?" he remarked.
"Well !" I said, "There are some convenient
trees close by. I'll take up on that cedar
over there and you had better pick out your
tree. Your Colt six-shooter and my double-
barrel gun won't count much with a grizzly."
There was no grizzly, however, but we
were not left to sleep undisturbed. The
coyotes took care of that ; Bob fired a few
shots in their direction, but it had no lasting
effect. Howl they would and did.
The sun was just peeping over the mountain
when Bob rolled out of his blanket and
stretched himself. Throwing an armful of dry
pine sticks on the glowing embers he quickly
had a bright fire.
"Up John !" he called and went to stake
our ponies onto a fresh spot. I jumped up,
scraped out some coals and put on water
for coffee. A good wash at the spring took
the remnant of sleep out of my eyes and I
was quickly at work, frying our bacon and
baking the universal flapjacks.
"Come to breakfast!" I shouted to Bob.
"Wait !" he answered, and with that he ran
down the road and yelled with all his might :
"O, yes! O, yes! Breakfast is ready!" I
wondered what in the world possessed him,
and had no idea that any one would accept
his invitation. Up he came, followed by a
fellow who looked hungry enough.
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"He said breakfast is ready, and you bet I
am," the newcomer remarked. I looked at
him. He was a decent looking sort of a chap
and I could notice an amused twinkle in his
eye and a smile on his lips.
"If I had known that my partner was to
open a hotel on the road," I said, "I would
at least have provided a more extensive out-
fit"— there were only two tin plates and cups —
"however, you are welcome."
"Oh ! don't bother. I can take the frying
pan for a plate and your pard will surely not
object to me drinking from his cup." His
free and easy manner captured me and every-
thing was agreeable.
"Say, you gents ! I left Webster's Station
early this morning. Fact ! I got into a game
and was cleaned out. Found I didn't have
enough left to pay for a breakfast. 'Served
me right !' you may think and you would be
correct. Your kind invitation touched my
heart and — stomach. I am all right now to
reach Placerville. Can't fail me there, I am a
printer," the jolly fellow told us between bites.
When he left his last words were : "Say, boys !
If we meet again, you bet I'll know you." I
met him again, several years after, a prom-
inent, well-to-do citizen of San Francisco. He
hadn't forgotten the breakfast by the roadside.
In the meantime the sun had risen above
the pines and we were in the saddle, passing
Webster's Station at Sugar Loaf mountain. It
was before railroads were built. The Silver
mines in Nevada were in full bloom and hotels
and "deadfalls" along the wagon road were
reaping a rich harvest. Numerous big teams
of horses and mules drawing enormous large
wagons . and "back actions", as the second
smaller wagons were called, loaded with
merchandise, crowded the road. Great ox
teams of four and five yokes of oxen carried
heavy machinery for the mines.
They generally were a month or more mak-
ing the trip, without almost any expense, and
netting from 600 to 1000 dollars per trip. Then
there was the passenger business carried on
by stagecoaches, going over the narrow road
at a lively gait. There were turnouts on the
grades and it was no small concern to team-
sters and stagedrivers to hit these at the right
time when meeting.
Returning, these stagecoaches sometimes
carried silver bullion, and it was one of these
that old man Poole and a confederate, one
Tom Glendennin, robbed. They were sur-
prised by a deputy sheriff and a constable from
Placerville at the Sommerset house, a tavern
on the Grizzly Flat road. Poole shot and
killed the deputy, as he opened the door and
asked Poole to surrender, but the deputy
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had fired as he fell and wounded Poole, who
was captured. Glendennin escaped to Los
Angeles, then a small pueblo, and never was
taken. In his defense, Poole offered a com-
mission from the Confederate Government,
authorizing him to make war on the United
States.
We reached Strawberry valley, at the foot
of the first summit, in the evening and made
camp near Berry's hostelry — true to our intent
not to sleep in a house. There we laid in
some extra supplies. If one would look for
strawberries there he would be badly dis-
appointed. It was Berry's (the hotel keeper)
trick of substituting worthless straw for hay
and charging an extravagant price that got
him the name "Straw-Berry" and therefrom
the valley's name. Nevertheless, Strawberry
valley is a beautiful place, with its gothic
pinnacles and other picturesque scenery, and
well worth seeing.
We made an early start, partly to avoid the
dust of the road and hoping thus to miss
meeting many teams on their return from
Washoe. Still, we had to turn out twice,
meeting stagecoaches coming down the
mountain on the run.
On our right the river, now of much less
volume, leaped and bounded over the rocks,
jumping like a lively kid of a boy in ex-
uberant joy. A little higher up the road
wound around a high cliff. I came very
near asking my companion : "Where's the
river?" The noise had ceased entirely; we had
come to a high plateau and there the frolic-
some boy of a river had suddenly changed
into the sedate, quietly flowing stream. Not
a ripple was to be seen on its mirror-like
surface.
We were on what is called the "first sum-
mit," following an almost level road. There
we found snow. It was worn away in the road,
but where we halted at noon in a somewhat
clear spot we found a snowbank about ten
feet high, and at its edge everything green,
bushes in full bloom and fruit. Yes, fruit —
ripe currants and raspberries. We had our
fill of them, a royal dessert to our dinner. To
us, coming from the dry, burned up foothills,
it was a grand surprise.
After a good rest we kept on, passing the
"North American Hotel" with an unusually
steep roof, a very necessary part of the build-
ing. The snowfall reaches such great depth
there, that any but a very steep roof would be
Lake Bigler (Tahoe)
crushed. Indeed, we passed a large barn that
was totally flattened out by the weight of
snow on it.
The road took us to the eastern edge of the
Summit. From it a glorious view met our
gaze. We halted, dismounting to rest our
pqnies. Before us lay Lake Valley with its
famous .Lake Tahoe. At that time it was
called "Lake Bigler" after one of California's
early Governors.
It is a beautiful sight from the Summit, sur-
rounded as it is by high pine-clad mountains.
I had passed by it before, in midwinter,
with only the gigantic pines and cedars sur-
rounding it, relieving the eyes of the dazzling
coat of snow. We led our horses down the
somewhat steep and narrow grade to Lake
Valley, having to turn out several times to let
teams pass. I remembered having to crowd
our ten mules of a pack train, that I was
running a year before, into the snowbank on
the hillside, to allow a loaded train of two
hundred mules to pass, as we were going up
the grade. It took a good while and kept
me and my partner dancing to keep our feet
from freezing. The trains got by us all right,
■ but when a big black mule came slouching
along, with a circular saw on his back, and
some of its sharp teeth sticking out, we had
hard work crowding our unwilling mules
further back into the' snow to save them.
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•Nick of the Woods" (Curious Face on Tree Trunk)
From an Old Print by Lawrence & Houseworth
"That's a dead mule!" my then partner re-
marked, as an unruly long ear trotted too
near the edge of the grade, and, losing his
footing in the snow, went rolling side over
side down the steep mountain. Not so. The
mule had on two large kegs of whiskey. The
pack must have been well lashed on by the
Mexican arricros, for it stuck on well as the
mule rolled over and over, until near the
bottom he, or rather his cargo, struck a cliff
of rock. His load was lightened, the kegs were
shattered and the mule, getting on his feet,
gave one of those mulish sighs of relief, an
earpiercing "Hee-Yah".
We camped near the creek running through
the valley and never felt lonesome. A large
number of teams were camping there, ready
to cross the second summit, through Hope
valley and down Humboldt Canon into
Nevada.
The mules kept up a heartrending concert
until late in the night and repeated the per-
formance early in the morning until they were
fed.
Our attention was called to a curious
natural formation, a knot on a cedar tree,
exactly the shape of a man's head as if he
were looking out of the tree.
"He bad hombre," a Washoe Indian stand-
ing near explained to us. "He burn'em
squaw and papoose, one sleep old, all same
prison in tree."
Riding through pine and cedar forests we
came to an opening near the lake, a level
stretch of meadow where men were busy
making hay, a novel sight for those regions.
More hills and forests until late in the after-
noon when we reached that jewel of the
Sierras, Fallen Leaf Lake.
"A picture !" my nowise sentimental
partner exclaimed, as we halted on a little
sandy beach. There before us was the lake
in all its pristine beauty. Not one stroke of
man's destroying hand had marred it since
the morn of Creation. Great, lofty pine-clad
mountains arose from the water's edge on the
other side and threw their somber shadows
over its smooth surface, and the little beach
was welcome to us after the heat of the day's
ride.
We had picketed our ponies and I crossed
the little meadow next to the beach to the
edge of the timber to gather some dry wood.
I heard something buzzing about my ears, but
paid no attention to it. But I was to be
reminded of my neglect. A perfect cloud of
yellow-jackets were onto me and all over me.
An attempt to beat them off with my hat only
made matters worse and I was compelled to
beat an inglorious retreat. They covered my
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face, were in my hair — looking, I suppose, for
a bald spot which they didn't find — and were
crawling down my open shirt-collar, not for-
getting their main business of putting in extra
licks in stinging. By this time they were even
getting into my nose and trying to get down
my throat. I had reached the edge of the lake
in a wild race to get away from them and
without a moment's hesitation plunged in head
foremost.
( Hi, but the water was cold! When I raised
up out of it — it was about five feet deep — I
saw my enemies were still hovering near. I
dipped under again. I minded the cold water
less than those devils. Then I waded some
distance down the beach and got out. It took
me a good while to forgive Dixon for laughing
at me and I felt like murdering a squaw that
had squatted by the fire and was grinning at
me. Dixon said he didn't know what in blazes
had me on the run, and had grabbed the gun
until he heard the yellow-jackets buzzing as I
came near. I stood there dripping and shiver-
ing, so Dixon made a hot fire to dry by and
hung my coat over my shoulders.
"Where you ketch'em?" the squaw asked
me.
"Ketch the devil! you old harridan!" I
answered, half angry and half amused, "They
caught' me."
"Oh ! Show her." Dixon said, "Let's see
what she is up to."
From a respectful distance I pointed out
the spot to her.
"Me go see !" she said picking up a fire-
brand. "Me ketch'em !"
The squaw resolutely advanced, placed the
fire-brand over the spot and piled dry brush
and green leaves over it, virtually smoking
out the nest in the ground.
We went back to the fire' while the squaw
was besieging the fort. We saw her dig with a
stick. After a while she came back with an
armful of round combs about six inches in
diameter. They were constructed of a material
like rough gray wrapping paper and every cell
held a fat larva.
With her other hand she held one of the
combs and every once in a while she took
just as big a bite as she could. How her eyes
glistened with delight, as the yellow sauce was
running down her jaws ! It must have tasted
exquisitely to her. Dixon looked at her and
burst out laughing. I couldn't help joining
him.
"Say, Mahela!" I asked her, "What are you
going to do with these?" pointing to her arm-
ful of combs.
"Me likee, Hotnbre likee, Papoose heap,
heap likep." she answered.
Here was nature. The wife and mother's
care for her family. The poor, half-clad,
half-starved savage, showing the feeling of
kindness so often wanting in civilized life.
We treated her to some coffee and flapjacks
and she left greatly pleased.
We had more Indian visitors on the fol-
lowing day. A very old fellow and a young
man came to our camp. The old man carried
his bow and arrows wrapped in the skin of a
catamount, while the young fellow was the
proud possessor of an old flint-lock musket.
I was surprised to hear Dixon address
them in the Indian tongue and to see the old
fellow's face light up with what purported to
be a smile, but turned out a hideous grin.
"Dixon! Where in the world did you learn
Indian?" I questioned.
"Oh ! I have lived amongst them some,
before I became a pony express rider. It's
not hard to learn when you hear nothing
else. It's a very simple language to learn."
Some coffee, well sweetened — all Indians
love sugar — and a gift of tobacco made them
happy. The old Indian and Dixon had quite
a lengthy confab. From some English words
dropped during their conversation and the
motions of Kanawah, I judged they were
talking about the Lake.
At last old Kanawah pointed to me, saying
something in Indian. Dixon proceeded to tell
me:
"He has been telling me about a tradition
or legend he used to hear the old Indians talk-
about, when he was a boy and wants me to
tell you. This is what he said :
Kan-a-wah's Story.
"Long ago, many sleeps before the white
man came, before 'Old Bob'* brought the
Big White Mant over the mountain, this val-
ley was the happy home of a small tribe of
Indians, who came there from the Big Bad
Water Lake.t driven away by another tribe.
"Right here on this beach stood their
wickiups in summer, and in winter they
moved them up on the side hill, where the
sun, when arising in the morning out of a
* Meaning Kit Cars,
t Jno. C. Fremont.
t Great Salt Lake.
i's elder brother. Robert Carson
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great, great l >>k hole in il"- earth to warm and
light it, would have a k"'"1 chance t" warm
them, when it was cold, very cold, on the
beach and the snow lay deep in the valley,
"There were plenty of deer in the mountains
and in the valley up to the big lake. They
never suffered for want of food during the
summer months. They could shoot all the
deer they wanted for food and the squaws
knew how to dress the skins for leggings
and moccasins. And there were plenty of
acorns, pinenuts, berries and wild plums,
which they also stored for the winter. But
sum,- seasons were not so good and then their
stores gave out. And then the snow would
be so deep that they could not go out and
shoot game Yes ! There were bears, and
sometimes they would shoot and spear a
black bear, but they never would attack the
big gray bears ; their arrows wouldn't hurt
him. There were birds, too, on the lake —
heap, heap birds ! ducks and geese and cranes
— and they shot many. They had never lived
by any other lake but the big 'Bad Water Lake'
and there was nothing alive in it.
"A bad season came and all the Indians were
hungry. Then the snow came down. It
snowed for many days. Kan-a-wah's father
knew Onakee, a young Indian and Isayah his
young squaw. One very cold winter's day
Onakee told him that they had nothing more
to eat and that Isayah was sick with hunger.
Kan-a-wah's father was no better off, nor were
the other Indians.
"That night • Isayah, opening her eyes on
hearing a noise like the flapping of wings,
saw a strange sight. Before her stood a
great Eagle. 'Hear, Isayah ! You Indians are
all hungry and so also are we eagles. The
lake is frozen over. Awaken Onakee. Tell
him to take his tomahawk, go down to the
lake and cut a hole in the ice and you will get
plenty of good fish. They are good to eat and
you will not be hungry after.' Then the big
eagle flapped his wings and flew away. Isayah
called Onakee and together they went out on
the lake. With his stone axe Onakee worked
and when he was exhausted Isayah took the
axe. It took them a long time to cut through
the ice, weakened as they were by hunger,
but at last they burst through and see ! In a
little while great, silvery shining fish, Lake
trout, crowded each other, until they filled the
hole and Onakee and Isayah got tired of
throwing them out on- the ice.
"Then Onakee ran up to the camp and called
Eagle
all the Indians and they all returned with
heaps of fish. They roasted them and all the
hombrcs, squaws and papooses had a big Eat
and after that there were no more hungry
Indians until the big snow was gone, and they
never tired of praising Onakee and Isayah.
" 'There, there !' Isayah pointed to an
enormous large bird, sailing over their heads,
as they had just left the hole in the ice, where
they had been spearing the fish ; 'There is
our friend the Eagle.' And hardly had she
said it when the big bird swooped down like
a flash of lightning and arose with a large
fish in his claws."
To this day the descendants of Onakee and
Isayah know how to spear the "beauties of the
Lakes" — the speckled Lake trout. But, they
say the Lake spirit is angry, and woe to the
Indian or white man who breaks through
the ice or chances to drown in the lakes.
Their bodies are forever lost, for the Lake
spirit never gives fhem up. No body of a
person drowned there has ever been seen
again.
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SOUTH COAST SHOOTING
By "Stillhunter."
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VIII. WHITE-TAILED DEER.
ROBABLY the best known game
animal of the United States,
if not of the entire New World,
is the Virginia, or white-tailed
deer. From Aroostook to San
Diego and from Nanaimo to St.
Augustine its range extends,
differing slightly with locality
but always the white-tail, always
beloved of hunters and always
the prime game animal of the district in
which it is found.
With the black-tail it divides honors in the
Northwest; in early days the Montana black-
tail was one of the most plentiful of the game
animals with which the trapper and the settler
filled their larder. In the Southwest there
are black-tail, for the most part in the
mountains of the desert and along the east-
ern side of the coastal ranges, but the principal
deer and the one which is most commonly
killed, is the white-tail.
Those animals which soonest accustom
themselves to the presence of man, and to
gathering their food by stealth from his
tilled fields, are the ones which longest sur-
vive. The white-tail is one of these. In the
Adirondacks, where are countless small farms
laid away in the bowl-like valleys of the
higher hills, the white-tail is not only hold-
ing its own, but according to reliable figures is
on the increase. The cabbage and turnip and
rye and buckwheat fields of the farmers
furnish the white-tail with good forage during
the night, and by day the hills they have
known so long give them a safe refuge from
their foes.
One of the chief beauties of this famous
range of eastern mountains is its deer, and
the state is doing all that in its power lies
to preserve these four-feet for generations to
come, and by rapidly becoming "acclimatized"
to civilization in the shape of the farmer the
deer are aiding the state all unwittingly.
This year it is apparent to all who have
gone afield in Southern California that the
white-tails are on the increase. Every trout
fisherman who has returned from any of the
forks of the San Gabriel ; from Pine Flats, or
from any other of the lesser streams from
Tehachapi to San Diego, has reported the
presence of deer sign in abundance.
Does have been seen on many occasions by
these Waltonians, and in a letter received by
the writer from a party of campers in the Big
Tejunga the fact of seeing fresh deer sign
around the creek every morning is recorded
as a natural occurrence.
On the reserve in Santiago canon, just back
of what was once "Arden," deer are reported
as more abundant than in former years, and
the cienegas up on the flanks of Old Baldy,
San Gorgonio, San Bernardino and Smith
Mountain, ought to have a plentiful supply
of the white-tails when the shooters go out
among them this late summer and fall.
Like the famous quail cases, wherein it was
alleged by certain farmers that the little blue
game birds were eating all their grapes, there
are a few Californians, living along the edge
of the mountains, who charge that the deer are
doing great harm to their crops, barking
certain of their trees, and doing other damage.
With the farmer who is too careless, too
untidy, or too shiftless to fence his orchard or
his fields of vegetables — for there is no report
of damage to grain — these charges may be
true, but the farmer is to blame rather than
the deer, and if he shoots one of these white-
tails out of season he ought to be prosecuted
just as rigorously as the hunter who commits
the same crime.
From all indications, the Malibu Hills, down
along the ocean front, between Santa Monica
and Hueneme, are full of deer. A friend of
mine just returned from a two days trip
through some government land in these hills,
reports seeing the tracks of deer along each of
several small streams the party had occasion
to cross.
The big Rindge estate in this part of the
country has been forced to open its gates to
let travelers through ; the Gould road is build-
ing down the coast to San Pedro, and the
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Malibu will soon be as accessible as any of the
mountain regions along the South Coast. This
promises to open to sportsmen a field for
bird and mountain lion and deer shooting
equal to any in the State.
The forbidding of hunters to hound deer is
also doing something in the way of helping
the white-tails in the Southwest. While deer
hunting with dogs hereabouts has never been
as extensively practiced as it has been in the
north central counties of the State, never-
theless the opportunity for an occasional
chase with clogs when out on the trail of
wild cats or coyotes has not been overlooked
by many of the enthusiastic riders to hounds
in Southern California. As I understand the
now law this is all stopped now.
In Southern California, the white-tail is
the deer of the open parts of the mountains,
frequenting the pine flats where there is little
or no underbrush, and the savannahs and
cienegas in the higher hills. Where there are
black-tail — which is in mighty few places —
they will be found in the depths of brushy
canons, hidden away in the densest part of
the tree growth, and rarely if ever coming out
into the open.
Not so very long ago a white-tail came into
the streets of a small foothill town— Red-
lands, I believe— and was chased out by all
the men in the little city. I have seen them
alone, and in twos and threes on the Mount
Wilson (rail several times, and came on four
■ me Sunday afternoon in the meadow in
Swartoul canon off the Cajon Pass, back of,
San Bernardino. And by the way, I got my
first white-tail in that same canon.
It all came about this way: We were
tamped on the slope of the hill, a hill which
is almost one of the shoulders of Old Baldy,
above the spring and the meadow and below
the camp of a party of charcoal burners, who
were raising a terrible smoke in the valley
from their burning pits. Late one Sunday
afternoon one of the carboncros came down
to our camp and asked if we wanted to hunt
• leer. He knew of a spring about four miles
away across the mountain, where the deer
came to drink; they were going to clean out
the pits Monday, and if we wanted to go he
could get away. He figured that if we started
about midnight we could cut across the hills
and make the spring in time to catch a deer
in the jnorning at daybreak.
We went, found the spring about three
o'clock, and without going down to the water
hole hid ourselves around it in a sort of
semicircle, behind a number of clumps of rose-
bushes which had been conveniently planted
by some kind providence just where we could
make the best use of them.
It was neither a light nor a dark night, but
one of those periods of half-shadow and half-
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light in which you think you know just what
a thing is until you get close up to it and find
what you thought was a bear is a stump, and
what you thought was the head and horns of
a deer is the dead branches of a tree showing
white in the moonlight.
We waited until day began creeping in over
the hilltops, not real day, but just that white
foreglow that prepares the kindred of the wild
for the golden flood of the full-risen sun.
Little wind was blowing and what motion
there was of the air was up to us from the
spring; a more desirable condition of affairs
could hardly have been arranged had we
planned it ourselves.
The dry creek bed, wide for a mountain
stream, led down from the spring, moistened
Only for a little way by the water which
gushed from the earth. Directly over my head
an owl, evidently disturbed by the influx of
men, let go a soft "Who-o-o?" which seemed
almost a question, so human was the voice.
Far off down the canon, some place where
the sun was beginning to be felt, a dove sent
forth his "Coo-oo-oo-oo", once repeated, and
then all was still.
I was a mere boy, yet in. my teens; I had
seen deer in the wild, but had never taken a
shot at one, and I was nervous. Everything
in the hills seemed to take on the outlines of
an antlered head the longer I looked at it.
Then, of a sudden, I saw a real deer, parting
the shadows with his front, coming straight
up the bed of the gulch to the spring. He
must have been a very young deer, or the
spring must have been very safe and the
watering place of his family for generations,
else he had never followed the bed of the
stream, but had come down some ridge, where
he could have overlooked the field before he
stooped his graceful head to drink.
About ten feet from the spring he paused,
raised his head, on which the horns were just
showing two points, to my mind the most
beautiful horns in the world. I was armed
with a Winchester, .44 caliber, a true shooting
gun but of little penetration compared to the
.303 and the .351 models of today.
For an instant the animal gave a good
imitation of the pictures imaginative artists
draw . of his kind, "sniffing the tainted
gale", then he turned broadside on, apparently
expecting another deer or something from
behind — possibly some lion may have been
following him — but whatever it was, he stood
They Are Plentiful This Year
there just long enough for me to steady the
gun down on his foreshoulder and pull the
trigger. The report of the .44 melted in with
another from where the charcoal burner was
hidden ; the deer whirled about half-way
round, and fell, shot through the flank with
the .32 and through the heart with the .44.
Because I was the youngest of the party and
it was my first deer, and because in all prob-
ability the shot from my rifle did the real
killing, the head and horns came to me by
general consent. The meat we divided, and I
enjoyed the first deer steaks of my own killing
that morning when we got back to camp.
Long that head has been destroyed. First
it fell from the wall and one of the tines
was broken, and afterwards it went into a fire
and never came out, along with a lot of other
natural history specimens, so that now it is
only a memory, albeit a very happy one.
Going back by another route, two of the
boys got a spike buck, on the other side of
the mountain. Him they shot twice, once as
he sprang out of cover and the second time
as he stood in the head of a little ravine
whither they had run him. In a short time
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the first shot would have proved fatal, but
the second bullet mercifully pul an end to the
creature's pain and ensured us meat at th>-
same time.
Hut waiting at a spring is not my method
of hunting deer any more; I would not do it
now if there was but one deer in the world
and 1 knew where he drank nightly. Hound-
ing deer should be stopped by the confiscation
or the shooting of the dogs, and a term in the
pen for the hunter. Hut when a man goes out
into tin- hills, picks up a deer's trail, follows it
to a successful end. he is entitled to the deer he
gets, whether he gets one in a season or half
i dozen and his average score will be a whole
lot nearer one each year than it will six.
All the hunting which all the hunters of
the West can do in this manner never will
decimate the deer like the waiting at some
spring, or the running down with hounds of
a very few men will do.
Usually a deer's track can be picked up in
the early morning at a spring, or along the
banks of some small stream, and if he is undis-
turbed and merely heading for his resting
place back in some thicket, the animal will
make his way where it is good walking ; and,
generally speaking, where the walking is good
the tracking will be easy, for the earth will be
soft. He is more apt to stick to the semi-
open sidehills, where he can see as well as be
seen, and where some of his wild enemies,
principally mountain lions, are less apt to be
lying in wait for him.
The deer tracker must of necessity work
slowly, considering every step he takes, and
figuring out just as near as he can what the
animal has done around every point in the
trail. The white-tail makes one of the best
and easiest trails to follow in all the wild so
long as he is not hurried, but if the tracker
crowds him he is apt to break into that long
leaping lope of hi- and select the rocky side
of a ledge for the performance. There noth-
ing short of a foxhound or a w>lf could
follow, and the human tracker might as well
begin all over again at some other spring.
Like mountain lions and wild cats, there are
many more deer in the Southwest than is
commonly supposed. The writer has sat in
the door of a tent in the Santa Ana mountains
and seen four pass within fifty yards in the
three hours from seven o'clock until ten. Of
course this was out of the deer season ; the
camera was in its case in the tent, and, as
each deer passed, the spectator merely said
to himself "Surely there won't be another,"
and so did not bring the machine" out.
In the Charleston mountains, backof Manse,
over in the Nevada desert, the writer was told
at the time of his last visit to that country
that there were so many deer that employes at
a small sawmill in one of the canons thought
nothing of seeing from one to ten a day. I
did not get into these mountains to hunt, but
I did hunt in other sections of this region
under the direction of the man who told me
the deer story, and found him always truthful.
On this account I imagine that the coast
sportsman who would care to take train from
any of the cities out to Manvel and then ride
the eighty odd miles by stage to Manse to
hunt in the Charleston hills, would be well re-
paid for his trouble.
Lower California, in its mountain valleys,
and in that long trough which runs down its
backbone, is full of deer, mostly white-tails
of course, but still there are a great many
black-tails as well, probably more than in Alta
California. In the southern end of. the State,
San Diego county offers the best hunting
ground I have found for the deer slayer, south
of the Tehachapi mountains.
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THE FOREST
GREEN, and brown, and gray, and blue,
Purple haze and spatter of red,
Glint of gold as it filters through
Swaying branches overhead.
Soft and sweet the song of stream,
Shadows that sway and change and creep —
World of silence, world of dream —
This is the heart of the forest deep.
Green, and brown, and gray, and blue,
Odor of tree and breath of mould.
Over the grass the gleam of dew,
Stretches of verdue fold on fold.
Through the branches, sky agleam;
Here below, the sod asleep-
World of silence, world of dream—
This is the heart of the forest deep.
— Harry T. Fee.
THE CANON
CPRINGTIME sunshine in the canon
^ Draws from ct'ffs the poppy's gold,
Crests the rocks with purple plumage,
Where the grass can scarcely hold.
Oh, the happiness and joy
In the waters, foaming bright,
Leaping, dashing o'er the boulders
With a song of pure delight.
Misty midnight in the canon
Darkens either cliff-like wall,
Now unseen in rising skyward
When the cloud-mists softly fall.*
Oh, the mystery and awe.
When the river, lost to sight,
Wildly roars or weirdly whispers
In the darkness of the night.
—M. Pauline Scott.
ON THE DESERT
LIE SITS alone, afar from human kind,
' ■ On darkening desert sands; but all about
Is what he hastened to: the' deadly gold—
The shining thing that mocks the Mercy-Seat
And laughs at love so far from him tonight —
Ah, he laughs, too; a sickening sound that comes
From parching tongue and throat without a voice.
His great amusement is: that all this wealth,
This tempter of men's souls, this lure to sin,
Can not procure for him one glass of drink,
One drop of water in this hell of thirst.
He tries to laugh — Hark! there is ocean's roar;
He thinks a laugh — See! there is home again.
Wrong: they are phantom sound and sight. In gulf
Of darkness and despair his mind sinks deep,
As prayerless, comfortless he slips to death.
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ENGLISH SPORT
By R. Clapham.
PART II. GROUSE SHOOTING-PAST AND PRESENT
EFORE giving an account of an
actual day on the moors, it will
perhaps be as well to give the
reacter some idea of field sport
today, compared with what it
was a generation ago.
In former days the shooter
went out with his pointers or
spaniels and made his modest
bag in a manner admittedly
sportsmanlike, but in reality his achievements
were for the most part a good deal simpler
and easier than the same feats are at present.
Shooting is nowadays carried on in a man-
ner totally unknown to our forefathers, and
could some of the old timers turn in their
graves and come to life again, their surprise
would be great on viewing the present con-
ditions which govern sport. It is tacitly ad-
mitted nowadays, by those who know what
shooting really is and should be, that driving
is the neatest, most skilful, as well as the most
satisfactory method of killing winged game ;
and that it, above all things, gives the birds
a chance. For a poor shot will not wound
them, as he would be sure to do were they
put up under his nose to fly slowly away.
We hear and read of the "battue" — the latter
■word, though- never used by sportsmen, is a
favorite one of the scribe as may be seen by
perusing the pages of some of the "sporting"
novels. The "battue" is always referred to as
the luxurious refinement of slaughter, where
easy shots and plenty of champagne are the
attractions, but thank goodness such events
take place but very rarely in England.
At the large majority of places where
numbers of pheasants are shot in a day, it is
always the aim and object of the host and his
keeper to send the game as high and fast as
possible over the guns. Pheasant shooting
affords a day's outing and pay to a great
number of laborers, who act as beaters, who
thoroughly enjoy it, and it also gives per-
manent employment to a number of keepers.
It provides a:, 'well, many thousands of the
middle class people with pheasants at about the
price of chickens. In November you may
purchase a brace of cock pheasants at four
shillings, in London, whereas if there were no
big days of pheasant shooting, they would cost
about a guinea a brace. In reality there is
hardly a class in the general community which
does not benefit by these big shoots.
It is a very common and at the same time
erroneous idea, amongst people who know
nothing of such sport, that the home-reared
birds are as tame as chickens, and as such
can easily be shot.
By the middle or end of November, at the
time most of these big shoots are held, the
so-called "tame" birds cannot be distinguished
from the wild ones ; which latter they quite
equal in power of flight if properly driven to
the guns, and therefore afford in consequence
as great an exhibition of skill on the shooter's
part.
I have heard men say that such shoots are
cruel and resemble more the killing of barn-
yard fowls than true sport ; but such people
have never tried to kill high flying pheasants
coming over the tree-tops, and if they did the
birds would be perfectly safe I am sure, at
least from the guns of such men as I have
mentioned. I write here of shooting as it is,
and not what it is supposed to be by a lot
of idiots who never attended a big shoot in
their lives, and I leave it to the reader to
determine for himself whether modern
methods in England are sporting or no.
In the old days shooters worked their dogs
in thick stubble or on the heather, and loved
to watch their favorites point staunchly and
back one another up as they did so. Such sport
was interesting, but yet slow, as birds lay well
and rose as easy straight-away shots. Under
some circumstances, with perfectly broken
dogs on wild grouse or partridges late in the
season, it is extremely interesting; with dogs
but partially broken or even fairly well so,
it is anything but good sport.
In Scotland grouse are usually walked up
with dogs, at any rate on most of the moors,
as they lie well in that c»u.itry. There is
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A Lawkland Moor Keeper
better ground for them to do so than in Eng-
land, nor arc they so numerous there as to
make driving worth while, or as a necessity to
reduce their numbers, as is the case in Eng-
land. In England they are driven to the guns,
and the very best of the moors arc in that
country. Since driving came into fashion
the grouse stock has increased enormously.
Various reasons are set forth to account for
this, such as the older cocks being killed off,
as they lead the packs up to the guns, leaving
a younger breeding stock, but this increase has
n.. i roily been perfectly explained. As driving
cum- in, and birds increased, moors were
better watched and looked after, care was
ed on them as never before, and
I wire prevented from killing birds
after the moors were deserted by their owners.
Netting, shooting and "calling", were methods
employed by these poachers, the latter practice
being B most deadly one.
When grouse lie well to dogs, they offer
an easy mark when flushed, unless they are
very wild, when the reverse is the case. When
driven birds, however, are shot, every chance
is a thorough test of marksmanship. An easy
shot at driven birds is quite an exception.
Grouse flying fast down wind tax the skill
of even the most expert shots and are missed
again and again by an average shot. A man
unaccustomed to this kind of shooting takes
days and days of practice before he can stop
one bird for every three shots fired, even
though he be above the average at ordinary
game shooting. Two grouse to every five
shots, taken as they come one day with
another, is first-class work.
The phenomenal shooting by such men as
Earl de Grey, Lord Wakingham, the Mahar-
ajah Dhuleep Singh, Lord Newport, Mr. A.
Stuart-Wortley, and Sir Frederick Milbank,
who will at all reasonable distances account for
from forty to forty-five birds out of sixty shot
at, whether grouse, partridges, or pheasants, is
quite exceptional, and results from a wonder-
ful power of judgment of pace and distance
of flight, as well as from long and constant
practice. A man may consider himself a
crack shot, but his first experience at driven
grouse will in all probability undeceive him
greatly to his surprise. The shooters above
mentioned rarely fail to stop four birds out of
a pack coming over them, using two guns,
and with a single gun a brace is almost a
certainty.
It will strike the novice as something very
curious when he thinks of the number of birds
he misses at a distance of fifteen or twenty
yards. Such . mistakes are made usually
because the shooter fires too soon, the bird-
looks so plain, that it appears to be far nearer
than it really is. Judging distance is of the
very greatest importance in grouse and part-
ridge driving, as it is in all other shooting,
but in the former far more so, for very many
side shots occur. Partridge driving is very
similar to grouse driving, though more shots
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are probably wasted at partridge than grouse.
The latter birds hardly ever fly slowly,
except in a strong head wind, and as they
usually rise at least a quarter of a mile from
the butts, they are at full speed when passing
over the guns. They present larger marks than
partridges, but are stronger, and require more
shot to stop them. It is surprising how
close you can kill a grouse without spoiling it,
for many shots glance off their feathers,
especially those of the wings. A grouse
shooter can see on all sides of him, and can
prepare for the birds long before they reach
him, whereas at partridges he as a rule can-
not get so clear a view of approaching birds
before they reach him.
As to the increase of game in England,
pheasants are what form the immense addi-
tion to our stock. In 1820, pheasants were
rather scarce on the average sporting estate,
but from that date they have steadily in-
creased. Men have settled down to country
life, and pay far more attention to game
than was the custom of their forefathers.
The record bags of pheasants have been from
time to time much denounced, but could the
people who denounced them have taken part
in the sport, they would have been much
surprised at the extremely difficult shooting-
necessary to amass such bags.
On the estates of such men as I have
previously mentioned, the shooting of 1000
pheasants a day is no unusual occurrence,
sometimes as many as 2000 fall to the guns,
and 10,000 in a season is often the total.
We hear and read of men who run down
driving game, and who write of the "good
old days," saying that true sportsmen shoot
their partridges on the stubble, using dogs
to find them. As a matter of fact, there is
today in England, owing to close cutting,
hardly a stubble field which would shelter a
rat, much less a covey of partridges. It is
for just this reason that dogs are now useless,
as birds would rise all day far out of shot,
and so driving is necessary. I cannot in the
space here allotted go into the details of
driving versus dogs, and explain the advant-
ages of the modern system, but refer my
readers to such excellent books as The Bad-
minton Library series, where they will find
a clear and concise statement of the different
facts. If pheasants have increased, they are
almost equaled by grouse. The latter are
purely wild birds, raising and rearing their
young witli no human aid whatever.
I give here a list of the best moors in
Yorkshire, viz : — The 'Bowes' moors in North
Yorkshire ; the 'Wemmergill' portion of which
is rented by Sir Frederick Milbank, Bart.,
M. P., and the 'High Force' section rented by
various sportsmen. The Bromhead moor, near
Sheffield, the Marquis of Ripon's near Ripon,
the Duke of Devonshire's near Bolton, Mr.
C. Lister's near Masham, Lord Downe's near
Pickering, the 'Arkendale' moor near Recth
in Swaledale, and the Blubberhouse moor near
Harrogate. The most famous of these are
the Wemmergill moors (14,000 acres) on
which 17,073 grouse were killed in one season
in 1872, which was a record grouse year.
The largest bag ever made in one day, by
one shooter was on the Blubberhouse moor
in 1872, when on August 27th, Lord Waking-
ham killed 842 birds. The next largest bag
was (728) made by Sir F. Milbank in the
same season, and also in Yorkshire.
The details of six days' shooting in 1872,
on the Wemmergill moors are here appended,
the facts were published at the time in the
English Field newspaper.
The total amounted to 3,983y> brace. The
number of guns varied from day to day as
shown by the blanks opposite the names in
the list. On the 28th, the day was wet and
wind high, accounting for the small total.
The whole day's proceedings lasted nearly
twelve hours, but the actual time of shooting
in the eight drives was not more than -half an
hour each on the average, or a total of four
hours' shooting.
WESTERN FIELD
The Author, His Dog, and a Day's Bag
Aug.
Aug.
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21
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185
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145
144
86
Mr. Powlett Mil
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163
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60
75
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46
63
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123
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Sir Frederick's bag of 364 brace, on the
20th, was made in eight drives, as follows:
First drive, 24 brace ; second, 38 brace ; third,
46 brace ; fourth, Uyi brace ; fifth, 70 brace ;
sixth, 95 brace ; seventh, 55J/-I brace ; eighth,
21 brace. The sixth drive in which he killed
95 brace, lasted only twenty-three minutes, so
that he averaged more than eight birds a
minute during that time.
At the present time in England a hundred
brace of grouse by driving is a moderate bag
for one day; a hundred and fifty to two hun-
dred brace a fair day's sport on a well-
stocked moor. Two hundred and fifty to three
hundred a good day, and anything over this
is very good indeed. It is only in Yorkshire
where the big bags are made, and the number
of moors can be counted on the fingers of
one hand, which produce them.
Thus we see that to -"keep one's end up"
at driven grouse requires extreme skill with
the gun, and those who scoff at such sport in
England can surely know but little, or any-
thing of the real state of affairs. There are
many other Yorkshire moors where 100 brace •
per day are often killed during the first five
or six days, after that period the numbers de-
crease. The photos accompanying this article
were taken on Lawkland moor in West York-
shire, shot over by Mr. A. A. Watkins and
party, the former being a personal friend of
the writer.
*
A HUNTER'S STORY OF
OLDEN TIMES
4
By Dr. Henry J. Kreutzmann.
HEN quite a small boy, years ago.
I read in a German sporting
magazine ("Der Waidmann") a
hunter's story which impressed
itself upon my mind most deeply
and which I consider well
worthy of being read by my
American brethren in Huberto.
I cannot recollect the name of
the writer ; I shall try hard to
reproduce his narrative as best I can ; I sup-
pose he has wandered since into the happy
hunting grounds and I am writing this down
with due reverence and credit to his author-
ship.
The scene was laid in Pomerania on the
estate of a count ; the time was some hun-
dred and fifty years ago, when they used flint
stone on their guns, when game was plentiful
and when deep religious feeling had a strong
hold upon the people, high and low, rich and
poor alike; it was the time when it was sin-
cerely believed that his Satanic majesty, the
Devil, was taking an active interest in the
affairs of this world.
Now, on that Pomeranian count's estate was
a large forest with lots of game ; the count
had a hunting lodge there and he spent a good
deal of his time enjoying the royal sport.
Near by was a village and at the outskirts of
the village, close to the forest, was living one
of the count's keepers. This man was a
mighty hunter, well versed in woodcraft, and
for that reason well liked by the count, who
usually had him as a companion when hunt-
ing. He was an old man, with grizzly hair
and piercing, ever watchful eyes ; agile and
quick of motion like a young fellow. Nobody
in the village or in the chateau could tell how
old he really was ; nobody ever had seen him
look different from what he looked then.
He loved his woods and the wild game and
he exercised the utmost vigilance to protect
the forest from poachers. There is an old
saying in Germany, "Die Furcht muss den
Wald huten," which means that fear alone can
effectively protect the forest, and the old man
knew this very well, and he did everything in
his power to strike terror into the hearts of
the villagers. When they least expected him,
he would bear down upon them ; whole days
and nights he would spend at times in the
forest ; knowing all trails and the outlay of
the country, he would find his way in the
darkest night ; being quick on his feet he
would surprise people at widely separated
places in a short time, one after another — all
this, with his longevity and his apparently in-
destructible health, had by and by originated
the firm belief amongst thhe villagers that he
had made a contract with the Devil, that he
did not own his soul any more, but that it
was the Devil's and that the Devil made him
invisible, carried him through the air, and all
such things as were honestly believed by our
ancestors.
The old man naturally heard of this and he
liked it and did everything he could to
strengthen the people's belief, since it helped
him to protect the forest. This talk of the
villagers also reached the people in the castle,
and when the count came once more to his
estate to spend some time a-hunting, the
keeper of the castle braced himself up suf-
ficiently, went before the count, told him what
everybody knew as a fact, that his favorite
keeper was the Devil's and implored his mas-
ter, for the sake of his immortal soul not to
go hunting with that man any more.
The count had listened with deep emotion
to the castelan's stories ; he had his
religious feelings thoroughly convinced of the
possibility of what he had heard, still he was
fond of his game-keeper and he decided to
make a test with him himself, before he
would pass final judgment.
So he ordered the old man to go hunting
with him as usual. But before he went he
took some pasteboard, cut it and fixed it with
glue, so that it would look and appear like a
flint-stone, as it was used on the flintlock of
the rifle. Hunting in those days, as in the
present time, is frequently done in these wide,
open forests on a wagon ; they call it "purssh-
II I S VERS FIELD
fahren," which mi. uis stillhunt-driving. The
hunter sits mi a wagon, as the peasant! use
tin-in. and ■ skilled in.iii drivel through the
forest, i'ii roads or fire lines, , .r strii^ht
through the woods. The game is used to
these vehicles, since the peasants drive them
frequently through the woods, and the deer
will not run away; if lying down, they get
up when they see the wagon, and they "ill
follow, with 1 1 1 1- i r eyes, the team, their whole
attention centered in the vehicle. A skillful
driver kiiow> how close to get, without putting
them on the run (for they will run, when the
wagon nets in a certain distance, anyhow) ; he
observes tin- wind, ami while he keeps on
driving anil winding, the hunter slips from
the wagon and under wind stalks up to his
game, selects his prey and plants a telling
sin it. I know this practice from personal ex-
perience, since I have been on such a wagon
repeatedly, stalking fallow deer in the forests
of Hessia.
When mi the next day the count went out
stillhunt-driving with his old keeper, he
dropped something intentionally, and after a
little while missed it and sent the old man
after it; he offered to hold his gun in the
meantime and he now quickly removed the
flintstone from the keeper's gun and placed
his makeshift flintstone in its stead. 1 1 is
reckoning was : If a man really succeeds in
firing a gun with pasteboard then indeed must
he be the Devil's !
Shortly afterward they came on some roes,
and, as he had done often before, the count told
the keeper to kill that buck over there ; the
driver went on, the old man slipped off the
wagon, and after a little while — bang ! sounded
the sharp report of the rifle through the finest
and the roebuck fell dead.
I In- count was teri ifii ■! . in- did nol dare t"
look around tor tin- keeper, but urged the
ili mi in hurry homewards.
He was fiilK convinced now thai his keeper
hail a pact with the Devil; he thought he had
in. ule a fair ami impartial trial and the result
affirmed indeed the general belief of the people
mi his estate. So when later the old fellow
came to the chateau, the count at first did not
dare to let him come before him; but finally
the thought prevailed upon him that he might
• ■ the keeper's soul from hell and so he
ordered him into his presence.
lie told him what he heard; but that he
wanted himself to make a test; also told him,
what he had done with his flintstone and that
he was sorry indeed now to see, that the peo-
ple were right, since only with the Devil's aid
could a man fire a gun with pasteboard for a
flintstone.
When the count had finished, the old man
said: "May your highness allow me to say a
few words! 1 know quite well what the people
believe of me and I do everything to
strengthen their belief, for no other reason
but to protect the forest and the game. When
you ordered me to shoot that buck, before
[Hitting my gun to the shoulder I went over
the flintstone with my nail to sharpen it, as is
the good old hunter's rule and then I saw that
somebody had played me a trick. I always
carry with me a reserve stone, so I removed
that useless one and put my reserve stone on
and fired."
The count thereafter went many times to
hunt on his estate in Pomerania, and as long
as the old keeper lived he was his steady
companion on his shooting excursions.
By Raglan Glascock.
Mount Baker, or "Kulschan" as it is known ' by the Indian name, is situated in almost the center of
Whatcom County in the State of Washington, about twenty-five miles south of the Canadian line. It is
perhaps the most beautiful of all the Sound mountains. Its serrated ridge seemingly rises from the water's
edge; in reality it is fifty miles inland.
It was first ascended in 1868 from the middle-fork of the Noosack River by an exploring party who
climbed the southern slope to a sharp arete which soars directly to the summit. Again it was climbed in
1892, 1896 and 1898 by other mountaineers, following the same general route.
Mount Baker with its typical Alpine glaciers and wonderful flora is excelled nowhere on the Pacific
Coast; it presents fresh fields for the botanist and geologist. With this aim in view the Mazama Club,
a few years ago, set out to conquer its precipitous slopes; but, owing to the dense Washington jungle
and frequency of swamps they were lost and forced to return to Portland with the feat unaccomplished.
Some of the hardier mountain-climbers chafing under the delay and difficulty in fighting a way to
the base of the mountain proper, through the co-operation of the Bellingham Chamber of Commerce in
1906, built a trail to the base of the mountain, after months of brushing and rough grading.
Their point of attack was the northeast side. But, after spending three weeks at the base of the
mountain, the glacier proved too steep, the crevasses too wide, and as a club they decided to give it up.
Finally, two parties of three members each succeeded in getting over to the south side of the moun-
tain, and gaining the summit where Mr. Glisan's party discovered the message I had left for them. An
authentic account of the hitherto unclimbed slope of Baker (according to the residents of Glacier, Wash-
ington), and of its hardships I will attempt to give in the following article.
OT being able to ascend "Mt.
Baker with' the Mazama club
on account of a previous trip
planned into the Selkirks and
Canadian Rockies, I determined
to arrange for the Baker climb
earlier than the date set by the
club.
With this intention I searched
for a suitable companion, but
companions were scarce ; in fact none were
to be had. I hated to give up the quest
on which I had traveled a thousand miles,
and yet to go alone seemed foolhardy.
I did not know the country, there were no
regular trails, and altogether my information
was of the vaguest.
For two days I hesitated. If I did not make
the ascent the world would still move, and I
turned away from its allurement. But the
spirit of the mountain called to me night by
night as I watched the fading purple of its
outline, and forced an answer.
July Fourth I was on my way to the sleepy
little town of Sumas on the international
border. Here I found that the train wanted
was scheduled to leave at 5 p. m. Of the
seven hours spent watching the regulation
antics of a Fourth of July celebration the least
said the better. Patriotism is good, but
patriotism and a hundred degrees Fahrenheit
do not go well together. Even the scream of
the American eagle is weak and uncertain.
After seeming ages of Dante's Inferno, in the
distance a whistle sounded and with its dying
notes the B. B. and B. C. train pulled into the
station.
It was eight forty-five when I stepped from
the combination baggage and smoker to the
platform of Glacier station. The view was
most discouraging. On all sides underbrush
thicker than the hair on a cat's back bristled
up precipitous mountains, while in the distance
loomed my destination, white, real, tangible,
tantalizingly far away.
Knowing nothing of the topography of the
country, my steps were directed to the hotel.
There, inquiries elicited nothing satisfactory.
Everybody had misty ideas, but nobody was
sure in information. I, in turn, was burdened
with queries, "Going prospecting, pardner?
Say that's a d — funny pick you got thar !
What's it used for? Looks like a picaroon,"
one lumber sage quizzically remarked.
Finally I came upon an old settler, Mr.
Cornell, who had been around the base of
Mt. Baker and over some of its glaciers, but
never to the summit. Various blazed trails
that led to prospector's cabins in the vicinity
were suggested ; but the two that seemed most
practical were: the route planned by the
Mazamas up Well's creek, and the trail that
led to abandoned coal mines and thence blazed
until within six miles of the base of the moun-
tain.
108
WESTER*, FIELD
The Three Domes of Mt. Baker
ingly at My Feet, the Grand God Mountain
I decided to take the latter, as the Mazama
trail necessitated a trudge of seven miles over
a dusty road.
At 9:15 p. m., with blankets, camera
and provisions strapped to my back, I took the
railroad track toward Cornell siding, a half
mile below Glacier. Anyone who has hit the
sleepers after dark with a thirty-five pound
pack and an ice ax knows exactly what that
half mile was.
Cornell siding reached, a fifteen minute
scramble through the brush followed, hunt-
ing for that illusive Coal Hill trail. Finally,
feeling it out in the darkening twilight, a
steep ascent began, which ever climbed until
it seemed that I must reach the clouds. I
camped at eleven-fifteen beside a small stream,
oblivious to inquiring porcupines or whistling
marmots.
At one twenty-five, long before dawn, I had
eaten my frugal breakfast of soda crackers
and was again on my way. After an hour, I
found that the trail branched. Here was a
dilemma. I had not been told of this. Which
branch must I follow? The right led straight
up the hill, while the other swung round the
left flank. I had had enough climbing for a
while and concluded to keep to the left. In
twenty minutes I came to an old log cabin
which had been described to me. Here the
horse trail ceased ; and from now on I had to
follow blazes. This I did for over two hours
and then became worried. The trail was run-
ning at right angles to my proposed destina-
tion. However, fortune favored me and at
half past six another prospector's cabin hove
in sight, and I found from its occupant that I
was headed in the right direction.
Eight a. m., and still the trail went up. I
began to pant painfully, my pack took on the
weight of a ton. Would the climbing never
cease? I felt as if I had climbed ten thousand
feet since last night. With a bound of joy my
tired body responded when the summit of the
first divide came into sight. Vainly I looked
for a glimpse of Mt. Baker. On all sides
stretched vast ridges blanketed with snow,
clothed with dense thickets of alders and young
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109
fir, and scarred with the avalanches of cen-
turies. I sat down to my second breakfast of a
can of sardines and more soda crackers.
Here the trait turned to the left, and I
traveled again in the direction of the calling
mountain. But still the trail and I hugged the
sidehill, and still we went up. At twelve
o'clock I reached the summit of the second
divide. After a half hour's rest I lunched on a
can of deviled ham, soda crackers and much
snow-water.
Seemingly from my feet rose the great god-
mountain Baker or "Kulschan," as the Indians
more musically call it. Behind lay ridge upon
ridge massed in confusion, as if hurled by a
titan hand into castellated rock peaks or
rounded snow-domes.
Again two routes were laid open. One was
to go down the steep sides of the pass to where
at this height (5800 feet) could be heard the
mad ravings of the angry waters of Glacier
creek, three thousand feet below ; the other
was to descend to the right about five hundred
feet and then ascend eight hundred feet to
the adjacent ridge. I decided upon the latter.
This ridge seemed welded to Mt. Baker in a
far-reaching cirque, but after four hours'
traveling on the hog-back, and climbing over
watersheds, the mountain was no nearer. If
I persisted in my present course it would be
six hours at least before I could reach a
camping ground suitable for tomorrow's
ascent. Below, hid in shadow, roared the
waters of Glacier creek, but I determined that
rather than play steeplechase over ridges I
would dare the underbrush and shadow.
Stumbling, sliding and crawling I reached the
bottom and crossed the creek on a fallen log
which nature had providentially cast on my
way. Now came a weary mile through dense
alder thickets, over deadfalls thickly twined
with thorny flora enough to supply a botanist
with a year's research.
At last the real climb began, over a forty-
five degree dirt slope, studded with bear clover,
and here and there sprinkled with Star of
Bethlehem. How that old line from Gray's
Elegy wandered through my fagged senses !
Here was, in truth, "full many a flower," but
its sweetness was not wasted; it was like wine.
Six-thirty found me worn out at the end of
a steep arete, projecting far into the snow at an
altitude of 5600 feet. After a dinner of canned
beef, soda crackers and snow-water, I made a
startling discovery. Aside from a small pack-
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age of raisins and three soda crackers there
was no food left Should I turn back? No,
I had not come this far to be balked by the
loss of such a small matter as food. I was dead
tired and couldn't rouse myself enough to
care. Let tomorrow take care of itself, and
I fell asleep in spite of the mosquitoes, the
setting, flaring sun, the bright moon which fol-
lowed, and the sharp pointed rocks on which
I lay.
At one-fifteen, July sixth, the crackers disap-
peared and with them a small package of
raisins; still, plenty of snow-water was left.
My path led up a steep snow-slope bounded
on each side by volcanic aretes lighted by the
silvery rays of a July moon. Not until now
did I realize, in the face of the harder climb
of today, the full effects of yesterday's trip
upon my knees and legs.
To make matters worse, a warm wind was
blowing across fhe snow, and at every step I
sank to the ankles. The snow-tongue seemed
eternally long. After the better part of an
hour of ploughing upward, the ascent became
more gentle, and I caught a glimpse of the
coveted summit. I increased my pace, to be
brought to an abrupt stop by a gaping crevasse,
about which I was forced to make a detour to
the left, thus losing three or four hundred feet
of gained ground.
As I rounded a huge serac, a mighty view
lay before me. In the far east spread a rosy
glow. Half smothered in the mist-haze piled'
myriads of snow peaks, grim and silent. To
the north reared "Sluicksan" — the mountain
of many noises — so named from the peculiar
soughing of the wind among its rocks. Below
uplifted the great serac-ed surface of the
Glacier creek glacier, crossed and recrossed
by a gigantic network of crevasses, a mighty
river of ice from whose neve avalanches thun-
dered. This glacier seemed much larger than
the famous Nisqually of Rainier, its ice fields
more numerous, its crevasses more beautiful.
For three hours I skirted the edge of the
glacier, dodging seracs, or wriggling across
shaky snow-bridges that crackled ominously
under my weight.
The direction now followed led me in as
straight a line as possible to a swale between
the main peak and the nearest of the two
Sisters. Seemingly a mile away, never have I
traveled so long a mile. I thought every
little summit would surely be the head of the
swale, but there were still farther summits
hedging space.
Finally, nine-thirty found me on the crest of
the swale, toiling up a narrow arete of loose
volcanic ash and small, looser shale. After
six hundred yards of this the arete petered
out, and soft snow work began. A strong
wind swept fitfully across the face of the
mountain in great blasts, making it at times
almost impossible to stand against it. Crawl-
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ing on my hands and knees and on my
stomach, and resting every ten feet, I gradually
made my way over the neve of the glacier.
Every time I tried to stand I sank to my waist
or arm-pits. My fingers became stiff and
cramped from constant contact with snow, and
my knees no longer held feeling. Now came
the crucial test. The slope had increased to
seventy degrees. It looked but a hundred feet
to the top. For an hour and a half I floun-
dered through fresh snowdrifts, hunting
vainly for a firm foothold in the feathery
mass, until I lay panting, exhausted on the
summit of the first peak. After I had some-
what recovered from my exertion, I started
over the almost level snow fields of the south
peak of Mt. Baker. Painfully I worked my
way up the last two hundred feet of the snow
peak. Painfully I sat down and looked around
— below, the mountain ; above, all sky,
I had thought the summit of Mt. Baker
covered with rock, but here was a rounded
dome, perhaps ten feet in diameter with two
or three hundred feet sheer on three sides, and
a thirty-five degree slope on the remaining
side. I searched in vain for traces of other
parties, but none remained. Only the vast
white whiteness, broken and scarred by im-
mense seracs, spread before me. In the west,
the Sound, a silver ribbon, wound in and out,
banding blotches of dull green; and farther
west rose the mist-blown summits of Van-
couver Island. To the south old Rainier stood
supreme, a king among kings, while in the
east and north the sky line was dotted with
myriads of peaks, some rising to jagged points
like broken knife blades, others pyramidal in
form, to which virgin snow clung tenaciously,
while others, away in the Selkirks, flung
rounded summits to the sky, tempting to
farther adventure. Again I looked to make
sure that I was on the highest peak. In the
snow I discovered a dead mouse, probably
dropped by a bird of prey in its flight. I left
him to his royal grave with my copy of the
Mazama circular, half buried, for a head-
board.
It was now twelve-forty-five. For the first
time I felt hunger and cast about for some-
thing to eat. Not a crumb was left and there
was no snow-water. Expedition was become
a necessity, and the descent was begun. From
the summit of the north peak I slid three-
quarters of a mile, bounding over crevasses
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the arete. Here I found abundance of snow-
water, but strongly sulphurated.
Leaving the arete, I retraced my steps of
the morning, with only one mishap. In cross-
ing a snow bridge both feet went through. I
threw myself on my stomach and, reaching
forward, buried the spike of my ax in the
snow, holding grimly to the handle. Inch by
inch I worked out over the crackling snow to a
place of safety, where I sat for a moment un-
able to move. It was a cold day, but somehow
my forehead was covered with sweat. At
length unable to resist the temptation of look-
ing down into the crevasse, I crawled back
until I could peer into its depths. A cold chill
swept down my spine, for I was on a thin
snow bridge not over twelve inches thick in
its thinnest part — above a hundred-foot void.
One look was enough, and I wormed my way
to the bank.
Half-past two found me at the timber line,
my blankets packed and ready for the descent
to Glacier.
There were three divides to choose from,
and all looked alike. Which was the right
one? Vainly I struggled to decide; then an
idea came to me. Why not follow Glacier
creek? So, stumbling over deadfalls, twisting
my way through a matted thicket of alders, I
came to the left branch of Glacier creek. By
this time the gnawing in my stomach had in-
creased ; I was insensible to the sting of the
devil's clubs, and clung to the prickly black-
berry vines for support. My hands were a
solid mass of scratches. Here was a fresh
problem. There was no ford. Above the
roaring of the stream I- could hear the grind-
ing of the boulders in its bed. The only pos-
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Ncaring the Sun
sible solution was to beat through brush to
the junction of the right and left forks. This
I did, and fortune favored me. I found large
rocks in mid-stream, and by jumping from
one to the other I reached the other side, a
trifle wet, but none the worse for my experi-
ment. It was but a step from the frying-pan
into the fire. After the junction, a yawning
gorge set in, and I was forced to the steep
hillside far above the water.
All the heart-rending detours, and the ups
and downs of my improvised trail I shall leave
to your imagination. Fancy a stream in North
Washington booming down a deep gorge, three
hundred feet of sheer cliffs surmounted on
each side by mountains rising to six or seven
thousand feet at a forty-five degree slope, and
you have the picture in outline.
After about two hours of picking myself up
from numerous slides, I came to a natural
rock-bridge with a crevice two feet wide in
the center. Two hundred feet below, the
muffled growls of the sullen creek could be
plainly heard. I crossed and made camp for
the night beside a clear stream that fell into
the maelstrom below.
Water now took the place of food. It
seemed as if I could never drink enough. The
more I drank, the drier and more parched my
throat became. I was too fagged to be hungry.
Hardly had I thrown my shoes off, and
crawled into my sleeping-bag than I was off in
dreams, far away from glacial creeks.
With daylight came a shivering wakening.
The gnawing in my stomach increased and
now refused to be appeased by snow-water.
My knees were shaky, and a tight band seemed
drawn across my forehead. Staggering I rose
to my feet and went on. Was that a blaze I
saw? Could it be? It was a blaze, and in the
tree were the plain marks of an ax, about ten
years old. To feel that someone else had been
in this wilderness, no matter how long ago,
was in itself a blessing.
For six soul-wearing hours I managed to
follow the blazes. For six steady hours I
looked impatiently from the top of every sur-
mounted ridge only to stare into another as
high ahead. Then I lost the blazes. The
gnawing had become intolerable. Grinning
faces outlined themselves on the bark of trees ;
the mountain shook with laughter. Muffled,
yet above the roaring of the creek, sounded a
hum of human voices, now rising to a shriek,
now drowned in the deafening noise of waters.
The creek was turned into a locomotive puffing,
puffing steadily up hill, and I was following,
seeking for what I could not find.
With a jerk I pulled myself together. This
was no time to lose myself in phantasms.
Steadily I set my course for the river bank
only to find the river running full and no rocks
upon which to climb. Retracing my way up
the face of the mountain, breaking through
briars and brush, again I came across the
blazes. This time I determined not to lose
them.
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113
Gradually the country opened up. At
twelve forty-five I chanced upon another
prospector's cabin. Here I met a fisherman,
and found there were only three miles between
me and the railroad.
"Three miles more !" I wearily sighed, but
the trail was good, and at two-thirty I sat
down to a feast at the Glacier hotel. Never
did beans and meat taste half as good! Never
did a front porch feel so comfortable, nor soft
seat so welcome.
"Did you make Baker?" Questions rained
upon me. "Well, if you reached the top,"
Cornell said, "you made it a day quicker than
it was ever made before."
ULTIMA
THULE
THE OLD FIRESIDE
\V/HEN from the north the cold wind blows,
'* And when Jack Frost grips keen;
When fields are bare an' ev'ry wood
Has lost its tint of green ;
When leaves no longer deck the trees,
How quick the moments glide,
When we sit down in comfort
By our old fireside.
A king may boast of palaces;
A duke may boast of land;
And both have servants at their heels
To run at their command.
But with all their pedigrees:
With all their pomp and pride;
The working man's as happy
By his old fireside.
What if we are just humble folk,
And not of high degree ;
There's comfort in an humble home,
Although the rooms are wee.
Our greatest statesmen were all born
In rooms not very wide ;
We love to sing their praises
'Round our old fireside.
So join with me, my honest friends,
And sing this simple song.
'Twill help us on life's weary road,
O'er which we'll soon be gone.
What if the road be very steep —
In Him we have a Guide
Who cares and watches o'er us
'Round our old fireside.
—L, A. ll'cntworth.
SOME CURIOUS AND LITTLE
KNOWN ANIMALS
Long-tailed Bats
[Despite the unparalleled facilities of this age for the general and universal dissemination of knowledge,
there are still many species and varieties of animals almost wholly unknown to American sportsmen at large,
even their names being unfamiliar. It is our purpose in a series of articles to present the pictures of the most
interesting and unique of these creatures with a short description of each. — Ed.]
BATS
ATS belong to the order Cheirop-
tera; they are animals which
possess a fold of skin com-
mencing at the neck and ex-
tending on each side between
the fore-legs or arms and the
posterior limbs. This fold en-
ables them to fly, and they are
the only mammals which have
the power of flight. The an-
terior extremities and digits of most bats
are long, the eyes small, ears large, thumbs
short, and armed with a hook-like nail, as
are all of the toes of the hind feet. The
clavicle (collar-bone) is generally long. Some
species have a spur on the heel.
The majority of bats fly at night only,
living by day in hollow trees, caves, and dark
places. Even after the eyes of a bat have
been destroyed, it can fly through narrow and
tortuous passages without striking anything.
This is probably due to the debate sense
of hearing and touch which most bats un-
questionably have. Except in tropical climates,
they hibernate in cold weather.
Bats are divided into two groups — the so-
called frugivorous, and the insectivorous. The
former are chiefly found in the Old World
tropical regions. They feed principally on
fruits, but they are not frugivorous as they
eat birds and small mammals. They number
forty species, or more. The insectivorous are
far more abundant, about three hundred
species being known.
The bats of the United States are not nearly
as numerous in species as are those of Europe.
Individuals are, of course, very plentiful, and
they are useful in destroying insects.
The power of flight possessed by bats,
which equals that of birds or insects, is, in
reality, their distinguishing characteristic.
Apart from it, they resemble the' insectivora
(shrews, moles, hedgehogs) in most respects.
Their whole organization has been modified in
order to adapt them to an aerial life. Most of
them are of small size, although a few are
as big as a large rat. The maximum spread
of wings is five feet which is the expanse
of the Kalong referred to subsequently in
this paper.
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115
Reversing the rule among
mammals, the fore-limbs of bats
are developed much more exten-
sively than the hind-limbs
which, although provided with
perfectly formed feet, are prac-
tically useless for locomotion on
the ground, yet are of service
in climbing and particularly in
clinging to some support from
which the creatures hang when
at rest with their head down-
ward. This is their customary
attitude of repose.
Kalong or Malay Fox Bat
(Ptcropus edttlis). — The genus
Ptcropus embraces the creatures
known as "Flying Foxes." The
muzzle is long and the face is
therefore "foxy" in appearance.
The Malay Fox Bat sometimes
has an expanse of wing
of five feet. This creature
has no tail, but it is the
largest of all the fox-bats.
There are about sixty
species of the genus
Ptcropus, extending from
Madagascar to Queensland
(Australia). The occur-
rence of the Ptcropodidae —
frugivorous bats — in India
countries must once have
as well as in Madagascar
pears to support the idea that
a connection between those
isted, for such slow-flying crea-
tures as bats could hardly have
been capable of traversing vast
stretches of ocean by their un-
aided efforts.
When cooked with abundance
of spices, the Kalong is said to
resemble rabbit in flavor, but
great care in skinning is neces-
sary because the fur has a rank
odor and flavor.
The Tailed-Fox-Bats (Xan-
tliarpyia). — These Bats differ
from all members of the genus
Pteropus by the possession of
a short tail, and by their in-
ferior size. The fur on the
back of the neck is the same
ap-
Collared Fox Bat
'rube-nosed Fruit Bat
Red-necked Fruit Bat
length as that on the body.
These bats are found in India.
Burma, Madagascar; they are
said to exist in Africa. They
live in trees and caves, and some
of them will fly as long a dis-
tance as eight miles away from
their habitation to obtain food.
They usually return to the same
spot after obtaining it, but it is
not certain that they always
make the double trip in one
night.
The Tube-Nosed Fruit-Bats
(Harpyia). — These bats are
found in New Guinea and the
northern part of Australia. They
are distinguished from all other
bats by the extension of the
nostrils into a pair of lengthy
diverging tubes beyond the ex-
tremity of the muzzle,
which is short and rounded.
This extraordinary struc-
ture exists in the Tube-
Nosed Bats (Genus Har-
pyiocephalus) to which ref-
erence will be made later,
but in no other mammal.
Even among these latter,
such as the white-bellied
Tube-Nosed Bat, this fea-
ture is less pronounced, as may
be seen by comparing the pic-
ture of the herbivorous fruit bat
with the insect-eating bat, both
of which are somewhat puzzling
creatures. So little is known of
their habits that no guess has
been made as to what advantage
the tubular prolongation of the
nostrils is to them. The only
other peculiarity of these bats
is the small number of their
teeth ; they possess only twen-
ty-four.
The Tube-Nosed BATs(Har-
pyioccphalus) . — These insec-
tivorous creatures are met with
in India, Ceylon, the Malay-
Archipelago and Japan. They
have thirty-four teeth, and
their fur is thick and heavy.
The variety which inhabits the
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markable tor it ^ Wil-
liam coloring, which i-
somewhat like the fol-
lowing description, al-
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ists e.i\e exactly the
same names for the
colors. Golden-red
head ; base of hairs al-
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body; membrane bright
V impiK Bat ri(] , l1r,(]erparts gray at
the base with white tips. The chin and throat are white. Apart from these splendid tints, the
animals are unattractive in appearance.
The Long-Toncued Fruit-Hats (Carponycterti). — These bats have long and sharply-pointed
faces. They have, in addition, long and slender tongues, and very narrow molar
which hardly project above the level of the gums. As compared with the Fox-Bats, they are
small animals. Concerning the
use of the long tongue, as the
small size of the molar teeth
makes them unsuitable for
chewing, it is not improbable
that the first-named organ,
which can be stretched beyond
the muzzle, is employed to lick
out the contents of soft fruits
while they are attached to the
The ears are large; the index finger possesses no phalanx.
Hammer-headed Bat
tree. Some of these bats have-
no claw on the index finger.
Most of them inhabit India
and Australia, their
being, in many cases, brilliant
— bright orange and brown.
The Horseshoe Bats ( Rhi-
nolophus). — The bat-
family possess the leafy out-
growths around the nostrils.
These animals are found in Europe,
Asia. Africa — they are not uncommon in Japan. Although rare in England, the writer has
seen them in the southern parts, always near the sea. The nose-leaf is intended to aid the
horse-shoe bats in avoiding obstacles during flight. Toward the end of autumn, these
creatures collect in colonies of almost two
hundred to take their winter sleep. These
colonies always consist of either males or
females. It should be noted that whi
portion of the nose-leaf above the nose is
horseshoe shaped, the lower part has liule of
this formation.
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117
The False Vampire Bats. — These creatures
are found in Africa, India, and the Malayan
region. They have been named "false vam-
pires" to distinguish them from the true vam-
pires, which are found in South America
only. Some representatives of both families
undoubtedly have blood-sucking habits. The
false vampires may easily be recognized by
their immense ears which are fastened together
by their inner margin. They possess a nose-
leaf similar to that which is present in the
horse-shoe bat. They have no visible tail.
As to diet, they kill and eat frogs, smaller
bats and grass-hoppers. The extended wings
of some Indian false vampires have been
known to measure eighteen inches, although
the length of the animal has not been more
than four inches !
The Long-Eared Bat ( Plecotus). — This
bat is well known to all students of Nature
who have searched for any kind of Bat either
in the United States or in Europe. Plecotus
macrotis, the American species, is similar to
Plecotus auritus, the British. The ears are
far longer than the body; they are united to
a limited extent by their inner margins. On
the upper part of the muzzle behind the
nostrils are the grooves which distinguish the
genus Plecotus from all other representatives
of the family. When at rest, the long and
delicate ears of the Long-Eared Bats are
folded beneath the wings. The creatures then
look as it they had short ears. Their cry is
said to be shrill and acute, but the writer
has always failed in his efforts to hear it.
The Barbastelle. — This bat resembles the
Long-Eared Bats, but it has comparatively
small ears. Further, the outer margin of the
ear extends forward and continues beyond
the mouth to the front of the eye. In the
long-eared bats the outer margin of the ear
ends abruptly near the corner of the mouth.
The head of the Barbastelle is remarkable.
The muzzle is divided and marked by a
groove leading up each side to the nostrils,
these latter being situated in a depression
devoid of hair on the upper portion of the
muzzle. The fur is long and black ; the cheeks
are large. The head and body measure about
two inches in length.
The Barbastelle is found in Southern
Europe, in North Africa and in Arabia. A
somewhat similar creature exists in the
Himalaya Mountains of India, but it has
larger ears.
The Tomb-Bats (Taphoeous). — These bats
dwell in old buildings and caves in India,
Africa and Australia. Their chief peculiarity
is the possession of glandular pouches on the
under-surface of the chin. These pouches are
present in both sexes, but they are usually
fully developed in the males and rudimentary
in the females, and they secrete a smelling sub-
stance which probably attracts the opposite
sex. During the hibernating season, many
Tomb-Bats have large deposits of fat around
the thighs and near the root of the tail. This
fat is probably for the purpose of supporting
life during the cold weather. The largest
species, the Naked-Bellied Tomb-Bat, is
nearly four inches long, exclusive of the tail,
and the span of the wings is almost twenty
inches. These bats derive their name from one
of the species having been found in large
numbers in ancient Egyptian tombs.
The Long-Tailed Bats (Rhino foma). —
These creatures are natives of India, Burma
and North-East Africa. Their most distinc-
tive feature is the long, slender tail, which
extends far beyond the membrane between the
legs, but they have, in addition, a fleshy prom-
inence on the muzzle, just above the nose
which has been regarded by some naturalists
as a rudimentary nose-leaf. During the
colder season in North-West India, these
animals have such a gigantic accumulation of
fat around the tail and thighs that it equals
in weight the rest of the body. On this fat
they, no doubt, live until the warm weather
comes around, when insects are plentiful.
The Naked Bat (Chiromclcs).— Perhaps
the Naked or Collared Bat is the strangest
of all the bats. Its home is in the Malayan
region. This animal (Chiromoles torquatus)
is often five inches in length, exclusive of its
tail. With the exception of a collar of thinly-
spread hairs, almost covering the neck, the
thick skin is virtually naked. The most
curious feature about the Naked Bat, however,
is the presence of a pouch on the underside
of the body, below the armpits. This pouch,
which is present in both sexes, is for the
purpose of containing the young during the
period of suckling. It is necessary, for if it
were absent, the infant bats would be quite
unable to cling to the naked body of the
parent. The presence of the pouch in both
sexes seems to suggest that when there are
two "batlets", one is carried by the male
parent. The muzzle of this bat is long and
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pig-like. It is almost a repulsive-looking
creature, and is must abundant in the dense
forests of Java, Sumatra and Borneo.
VAMPIRE BATS.
The Chin-Leafed Bats. — Two genera
containing eight species differ from the other
members of the Vampire Bat Family (Phyl-
lostomatidae) in the absence of a nose-leaf,
the function of which is performed by folds
of skin which hang from the chin. This
unusual characteristic explains their name.
Most of these bats are dull-colored, but Blain-
ville's Chin-Leafed Bat has fur of a bright
orange hue. This little creature is so slight
in structure that light can be distinguished
through the roof of its open mouth.
Vampire Bats are confined to the West
Indian Islands, and to Central and South
America. A few of them are strictly insec-
tivorous, but most of them subsist on a mixed
di't of insects and fruits. Some are exclu-
sively blood suckers; others only suck blood
when necessity seems to compel that form of
feeding.
The Great Vampire. (A Harmless but
Repulsive Animal) (Vampirus Spectrum). —
This animal is found in the valley of the
Amazon in Brazil. It is so large that its
expanse of wing measures twenty-six inches.
It feeds on insects and fruit. The nose-leaf
is spear-shaped. "Nothing in animal physi-
ognomy can be more hideous than the counte-
nance of this creature when viewed from the
front — the large leathery ears standing out
from the sides and top of the head, the erect
spear-shaped appendage on the top of the
nose, the grin, and the glistening black eye —
all combining to make up a figure that reminds
one of some mocking imp of fable. No wonder
that some imaginative people have inferred
diabolical instincts on the part of so ugly an
animal. The vampire is, however, the most
harmless of all bats, and its inoffensive
character is well known to residents of the
Amazon."
The Javelin-Bats.— The Common Javelin-
Bat measures between four and five inches
in length of head and body, and in point of
size comes next to the Great Vampire. It
is found in Brazil, chiefly in the trunks of
hollow trees. The color of this bat is reddish-
brown above, and paler beneath. Sometimes
the upper part is a dark-gray. The muzzle
of the Common Javelin Bat is decidedly
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broader and shorter than that of any harm-
less vampire. Two other species of Javelin
Bats are well known. In length of head and
body they are comparatively small, as their
measurement is seldom over three inches at
the most.
The Javelin Bats have been credited with
blood-sucking propensities, and "the fact of
their sucking the blood of persons sleeping,
from wounds which they make in the toes, is
now well established ; but it is only a few-
persons who are subject to this blood-letting."
(Bates.)
The Long-Tongued Vampires. — These bats
are distinguished from all others by their long
and narrow muzzles, and their slender elon-
gated tongues, which can be extended some
distance beyond the mouth. The use of this
tongue consists of its ability to secure insects
from the tubes of flowers, and to extract the
soft pulp from hard-rined fruits. The extrem-
ities of the entensive tongues are armed on the
surface with a number of long thread-like
papillae which were at one period supposed to
be employed to puncture the skin prior to the
process of blood-sucking. It is now known,
however, that the Long-Tongued Vampires
do not suck blood. When the species lives
exclusively on fruit, it has a short membrane
between the hind-legs, and is an indifferent
flyer. In the case of the insect-feeding
species, that membrane is long to enable con-
siderable power of flying to become developed.
The Short-Nosed Vampires (The Cen-
turion Bat). — These are chiefly frugivorous
bats having short and wide muzzles, as well
as a short nose-leaf, of which the front part
is horseshoe-shaped, the hinder portion being
Tnej have no external tail They
id in Jamaica as well as in some
American countries. When resting
time many Shot :
Vampires are accustomed to choose positions
sed to a considerable
Such as the uinler-;
the fronds of the cocoanut palm. As i- well
known, most bats remain in dark places during
daylight The Centurion Bat differs from
Short-Nosed Vampires in the absence
of a decided nose-leaf. Its general
ance is somewhat peculiar as the result of the
foldings of the skin of the
skeleton ol Bat
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THE ANIMAL LIAR
I TAX it'll yon of facts that may seen
And of things that would open your eyes —
For I'm the origin*] animal man
And the doings I've seen might surprise.
I saw a huge elephant crochetting
For a basket of mountain trout:
And a Mexican hairless poodle
Put a man-eating tiger to rout.
A pollywog chased me nine miles or more
And frightened roe into a funk.
While a little brown thrush emitted ..
And kicked in the ribs of a skunk.
A common house cat bit a whale on the -
taunting her lightly in jest;
And a flock of iackrabbits lit in a gum tree
Where
;">otamus rar. down a fox
Who was trying to steal he:
And a billy-goat swimming the ocean blue
ed one of a pickerel's legs,
A fierce caterpillar crawled up a man's back
And scared him almost into rV.s:
I spectacled hen broke the record v
She hatched I I-turtle kits.
smart wrote a courteous c
Requesting a bus
constrict >r — though you
picked "er —
Made friends with a family of SO
i ve seen other things much stranger than these
And will tell them if you should inquire —
They are true, I ;::>•>:: for I am. if you pit
The origi liar.
—.V. H. C-
By Johm F. Scgrue.
Part I.
O WRITE a history of the Yukon all young in those days
and its growth is a task that I
frankly acknowledge to be be-
yond my powers. In this coun-
try of ice and snow, flowers and
fields, nigger heads and "sore
heads" (men women and chil-
dren) there is a wealth of anec-
dote still practically untouched
by the hand of the "literateur."
the exception of a book written by
"Jerer.:>ah Lynch" no one has attempted to
song of the gold digger — as the gold
digger would have it sung. There have been
authors who in many pages have rivaled the
Arabian Xights and forced Baron Munchausen
to take a back seat. Their writings have made
!nary "prospector" blush for shame and
given Ananias an attack of the cold shivers.
In fear and trembling — fear for the result
this work may have on the public, and trem-
bling from impatience to finish it, I, the author,
set out on the dizzy career of recorder of the
doings and sayings of the Klondiker.
In the year of our Lord 1897, the Excelsior,
laden with gold, arrived at Portland, Washing-
ton, and from that event dated the rush to the
It is true that many had been in those
regions for years — the names of Jack McGuest,
George Matlock, Harper and Ladue, Tom
O'Brien. T. A. Chute, Capt. Healy, Peter
Hogg ( known as "Peter the Pig"), "Cayuse
Billy", "Crummy Pete", "Skookum Jim",
"Swiftv.ater Bill", and a hundred others too
numerous to mention, were household words
on the banks of the Yukon long before the
rush of '97 took place. But it was in this year
that the great army of "chee-chacos" set forth
to turn the ground over as it had never been
turned before. And the crop produced by the
picks and shovels of this army of tenderfeet
• that opened the eyes of the world to
the importance of this Northern country.
The author was one of the lucky ones — that
enough to procure a first-class ticket
on the steamer "Queen" and glad to sleep in
the steerage on the way to Dyea. We were
Grey hair or no
hair, every soul on that ship who was Dawson
bound was kicking over the traces of adversity
and mapping out a future wherein the only
difficulty lay in getting rid of our money.
The money was waiting for us in the Klon-
dike, of course, where else do you think it
was? Very few of us had any and what little
we had we were spending like princes. Hesi-
tate— not much. Didn't Billy Chappel or
"Lippy" or some one, walk down the gang-
plank of the Excelsior with two hundred
thousand dollars in gold dust in each hand?
Of course he did. Let her go ! "Steward, an-
other bottle of wine and look sharp about it."
I tell you, boys, it was splendid ! Full of hope,
full of life, full of fairy tales, we were headed
for the Xorth Pole and way ports and nothing
could stop us.
There were some who dropped out of the
race. Faint hearts are to be found in any en-
terprise, but they were few with us. Again,
sickness had to have its percentage, but, that,
too, was small. We were a picked lot — "nar-
row between the eyes and broad across the
shoulders." A trifle like a cold or a wetting
had no more effect on us than an ordinary
meal has on a Malamute dog. Old man Death
stopped a few, and of course there is no use
in arguing with him. He is as inevitable as a
cold snap in the spring, and when he came to
visit why he just "got his man" and t
went on with a word of sorrow, an offer of
help, and a prayer that he would not call the
turn on us before we got our hands on that
yellow stuff that was scattered around so
thickly on Bonanza and El Dorado.
Dyea and Skaguay were the two points of
landing. From these two starting places the
stampeders set out. The author took the Dyea
trail and will confine his narrative to the in-
cidents that came under his notice.
The first thing was to get ashore and in
doing so we were nobly assisted by the various
steamers that arrived daily from the sound.
"Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest."
seemed to be the motto adopted by the navi-
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gation companies on the Sound The steamer
was brought to a standstill in the most con-
venient spot — be it understood it was the
most convenient spot for the steanrooat, not
for the passmgors — and then the fun com-
menced.
Boats were lowered, planks run out and
the cargo was hurled pell-mell ashore. It
looked more like a professional "baggage
smashers' " picnic than anything else. In
many cases horses and mules were thrown
overboard and let find their own way ashore.
The only evident reason for the various crews
confining themselves to throwing horses and
mules overboard, was the fact that the pas-
sengers would not wait long enough to take
chances. They got ashore in quick order and
the Tower of Babel never could hold a candle
to the scene of confusion which ensued.
Flour in sacks, bacon, tea, sugar, beans, rice,
blankets, shovels, tents, whipsaws, bibles,
sewing machines, picks, pack-saddles, coal oil,
and oil of joy — all heaped on a rocky beach
five miles from anywhere ; and about 500 miles
from most places. Long men, short men, mad
men and good-natured men, men with two
guns and men with one gun — everyone had at
least one — it was a test of their good nature,
and nobly they stood it.
During the whole time the author was on
the trail — and I was twenty-four days getting
twenty-seven miles, that is from salt water to
the lakes — I never saw or expect to see again
a better-natured or kinder-hearted crowd of
men this side of heaven. Provocation — why.
the woods were full of it ! Provocation got
up with you in the morning in the shape of
wet blankets, ate breakfast with you as burnt
flapjacks, tramped round all day with you
under various guises — packers, kickers, falls
into the Dyea River, a stone in the heel of
your boot, a mean pack mule — and all pack
mules are mean until they are dead, and then
they are offensive — and finally went to bed
again in the shape of blistered heels or sore
shoulders and an aching back. Oh ! yes ; there
was bushels of provocation in the air in those
days.
But, Lord bless you, we were in too big a
hurry to get mad with one another. No, sir,
there were all kinds of men on that trail — bad
men, worse men, and some good men, but I'm
thankful to say, "the mean man" was not in
evidence. It may have been the excitement,
the air, the novelty ; but whatever it was, it
worked well. Not even the "hootch" — and
some of that was certainly awful — had any
effect on the general good nature that pre-
vailed on the trail in the fall of '97.
Later days brought the mean man, the
vampire and the jackal. They took their stand
at the two gates to the Yukon and exacted
toll from the weary masher ; and, sad to say,
they generally got it. It's satisfactory to look
back even at this late date and know that
they, too, had a day of reckoning and got theirs
administered in large doses. We may refer
to them again later on, but now time is
pressing. It's the first of August and the river
may freeze before we can get to Dawson.
"Ho, for the Klondike !" was the watchword,
and a tough road to hoe it was. We will sup-
pose we have got our little outfit from the pile
of rocks where the kindly steamboat men
threw it — Jonah got better treatment from
the whale of biblical fame— and are camped
on the banks of the Dyea River. This river
was used as a means of transportation for
about four miles, at which spot a town of tents
soon sprang up. It was then known as the
"head of navigation" and afterwards as Canon
City. It was swift, deep and cold, and many
a shock did I receive from its chilly embrace
before bidding it a tearful farewell.
A small fleet of poling boats were busy work-
ing their way up-stream. There was usually
one man in the boat, with a pole by the clever
use of which the boat was steered round cor-
ners into eddies and slack water, the motive
power generally consisting of the other owners
of the freight, who, harnessed by trail ropes,
worked on the bank after the manner of the
ordinary canal mule. Bless me ! what tons of
energy were displayed on the banks of that
stream. If one were to figure it out in foot-
pounds and try to put it on paper, br-r-r-r — .
Billions, sir — billions !
Talk about the "sweating" system. It was
not a marker to the game on our own little
river. First you look out for a man with a
boat ; they were easy enough to find, the
trouble was to hit upon the proper mode of
addressing them. I tried several and will en-
deavor to give you a feeble imitation of the
method that in my opinion worked best. Put-
ting on your best smile and a large covering
of humility, you approached the haughty one
hat in hand; this was absolutely necessary.
Some preferred to advance on their hands and
knees, but that did not have sufficient
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bilities for a rapid retreat, as in many in-
stances the haughty one was in a day dream
and none but the veriest fool would think of
disturbing him. That is, if they wanted to
work for him.
When you got sufficiently close to catch his
eye it was judicious to remove the smile and
to say "Sir !" loudly and yet not so as to shock
his sensibilities. Then the following conversa-
tion might or might not take place.
The haughty one, gruffly : "Well ?" The
suppliant : "I — I, ah, I've got some freight I
want to get to the head of navigation and was
told you were engaged in that business."
Here it was wise to side step a stream of to-
bacco juice. "Want your freight taken up
the river, eh! How much you got, partner?"
"Oh, about a ton."
"Um, um. Waal, I'm busy just now, you
see, and — " you here promptly apologize for
being anywhere near him and produce a bottle.
"Do you indulge?" making a mystic move
with the back of the hand over the face. He
allows that "He would take a smile." After
this things come a little easier. He names a
figure per pound that sets you feeling round
your money belt. He gives you directions as
to where you can find his boat, graciously
allows you to pile all the stuff in under his
supervision, and then informs you to "be round
bright and early in the morning, partner, as
I be very busy just now." You beat an or-
derly retreat and the first step has been gained.
Those boatmen were very important people,
indeed, "monarch of all they surveyed" in the
true sense of the word. They coined money
faster than a man can think, and they spent it
with a liberality that would make Mrs. Chad-
wick look like a "two spot."
Morning came, and with the first blush of
day you buckled into a noose of good manila
and supplied the motive power to drag your
goods, also the haughty one — four weary miles
over roots, quicksands and loose boulders.
You gee-ed and haw-ed to the word of com-
mand from the freighter. He, perched on
your load, pole in hand, steered the boat and
poured out the vials of his wrath on your
luckless head. The amount of wrath was in
direct proportion to the amount of grape
juice that had entered the steersman's system
the night before. However, it had to be, and
slip and scramble, now in the stream up to the
middle, again on the sandy banks holding on
with your toes and eyelids. Choking, gasping,
swearing, coughing, asteaming and blistering,
you bucked a six-mile current and pretended
you liked it.
There were, of course, other modes of trans-
portation : Pack mules, wagons, and Indian
carriers were the most common. They were
all captious in the extreme. The traveler was
at their disposal and they never overlooked a
bet. The price ran on the ascending scale,
ranging from six cents a pound in the early
summer to seventy-five cents and one dollar as
the stream of Klondikers increased. There
was the paradise of the teamster ! Who can
forget the famous "Dutchy", teamster for
Albert Kavanaugh ? Seated on top of a load
of freight, there was nothing too rough for
him to overcome. He handled his stock like
a master and worked late and early. Always
in good humor, out in all sorts of weather, he
was a bright spot in the picture. His language
was choice, his stream of adjectives was always
well chosen, and he very seldom repeated
himself. He would eat or drink with you,
swear at you or for you, and take your
money with an ease and grace that invariably
soothed your somewhat ruffled spirit.
The rush increased during the month of
August, till it appeared that the whole world
was bent on moving North. The "City of
Mexico", the "Geo. P. Elder", the "Islander",
in charge of the famous Captain John Irving,
all brought their quota of treasure seekers.
Here I may say that Captain Irving was a
living example to some of the other captains
in his treatment of his passengers. There was
nothing left undone by the captain and crew of
the "Islander" to assist the chee-chaco in get-
ting his outfit on shore, and it was not until
some of the more enthusiastic attempted to
take his ship's boats up the river that "John"
called a halt.
The first reminder of the the dangers of the
trail was the death of a Nanaimo man, Tom
Wall. Poor Tom was slightly known to the
author, I having in my day played many a
friendly game of football with the boys of the
"Coal Village" on Vancouver Island. In cross-
ing the Dyea River with a horse, poor Wall's
foot slipped or the horse reared, no one knows
which, and he was gone in less time than it
takes to tell. We picked up his body on the
mud flats at the mouth of the river and, ably
assisted by Dr. Lugden, worked on him for
over an hour in a vain attempt to restore respira-
tion. His death cast a gloom over the whole
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nisi i:k.\ :
inity, especially bis "townies." How-
ever, time was pressing, and though men were
more careful for a few days, the danger was
soon forgotten. It was a chance that might
happen to any of us at any moment. The i r
fellow had gamhled and lost and there were
thousands playing the same game.
The next alarming incident had to do with
firearms. Not a duel to the death, nothing
as interesting as that. Every man on the trail
had a gun. and for every gun there was at
least one box of ammunition. Powder and
lead weigh heavy and arc notably hard to
digest. Owing to the rapid rise in the price
of "packing'' the more frugal or sensible made
up their minds that they had better leave this
useless article behind them. Tin cans and
empty bottles being plentiful, there were all
the necessities ready at hand and the banks of
the Dyea River were speedily converted into
one huge shooting gallery.
Bullets were humming through space as
busy as June bugs and nothing short of a
miracle prevented serious damage being done.
At first we thought the proverbial gun-play
was being made by some wild and woolly
wayfarer. We thought that some greedy
packer or haughty one was "getting his need-
ings" and felt quite satisfied that such should
be the case. Then we imagined a war was
on, between whom we were unable to say, but
nothing short of war could make such a con-
tinual popping. Then — well, then a bullet came
singing by- the author's ear in unpleasantly
close proximity and we gracefully "ducked for
cover." As soon as the firing stopped we
emerged from our entrenchments and dis-
covered that a friend of ours on the opposite
bank had been emptying the magazine of a
Winchester quite oblivious of the fact that
our little home, a tent 8x10, was directly in
the line of fire. Thanks to the good sense and
judgment of the United States Marshal then
stationed at Dyea, a speedy stop was put to
this form of amusement and lives saved
thereby.
As might be expected, among the number on
the trail the majority were tenderfeet in every
sense of the word. To many, camping out was
a sealed book, the pages of which were now
being turned over for the first time. Such
little items as forgetting to grease the pan be-
fore cooking the man killers called "flapjacks"
was an every-day occurrence. I have still in
my mind's eye a picture : A young American
of German extraction, looking through a pair
of large spectacles, at an inverted frying pan
in which a flapjack had ensconced itself and
refused to budge. He seemed to me to be lost
in amazement and was wondering, no doubt,
if anything had gone wrong with the force of
gravity. It was simply a case of no grease,
and when so informed he appeared immensely
relieved. He waved the pan gently in the air,
said a few words as a means of easing of
pressure, and then set to work with a clasp
knife to see what the other side of the pan-
cake looked like. "Uninteresting" you may
say? It was not uninteresting to us. Flour
was precious and the task of cooking over an
open fire of wet wood was enough to try the
patience of a saint.
Putting up a tent is a form of amusement
common on a trail, the simplest thing imagin-
able to anyone versed in the art ; yet it is sur-
prising the number of intricate manoeuvres the
tyro will execute before accomplishing this
simple feat. Wreathed in canvas at one mo-
ment, again narrowly escaping a death by
hanging, the beginner will toil on pulling guy
ropes and dodging ridge poles till some kind
friends shows him how.
One Wally Brown, afterwards well known
in Dawson, had an experience of this kind
which afforded me any amount of amusement
for a short time. Right back of where I was
camped was a small fringe of brush, and on
the other side of the brush the ground sloped
gently to a dry slough. The soil was light and
sandy, a covering of only four to six inches,
beneath which were large boulders of granite
and quartz. On this spot Brown started to
erect his canvas home. I was busily engaged
in washing socks, sewing sacks or some other
domestic duty, when I first became conscious
of the fact that something was doing. My first
impression was that some one was offering up
a prayer. I listened a while ; heard the stroke
of an axe on some hard object and then the
voice was raised again, but not in prayer. It
might have been a political speech or a Fourth
of July oration ; it was warm, lucid, fluent and
evidently highly satisfactory to the utterer, for
he would pause to take breath and then con-
tinue at regular intervals. During each in-
terval the sound of the axe might be plainly-
heard. After a short while it began to sound
serious, and I thought I had better see who
it was, so eminently fitted as to do anything
in the vocal line from preaching a sermon to
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driving a team of bulls, that was wasting his
time on this trail.
I advanced to the fringe of brush and peeped
through. Brown was very thin, very tall —
about six feet two or three inches. He had a
nasal organ that was a wonder and was very
much put out about something. His tent was
spread out on the ground in proper form, but
the difficulty arose in his inability to drive a
peg home. I watched him as he placed the
peg point downwards on the soil and gently
tapped it with the side of his axe. It sank
through the light sand to the depth of three
or four inches with ease. Then, it being
sufficiently steady to stand by itself, Brown
grasped the axe in both hands, swung it round
his head in proper fashion and brought it
down on the tent peg with great force. Up
sprang the axe and out sprang the peg. The
harder he hit the quicker the peg jumped out.
The point was somewhat flattened and the
light sand flew in all directions. After one or
two more attempts I came forward and called
his attention to the fact that wooden pegs
could not be driven through wash boulders.
Scraping the soil aside he realized that there
was more truth than poetry in what I said
and between us we quickly had the tent in
shape, and the pegs securely fastened by piles
of rock. The next move of Brown's was to
uncork an innocent looking demijohn which
was a part of his outfit and we then and there
cemented our friendship with a tin cup full of
water and alcohol.
I had seen Brown in Juneau on my way up
and he told me that Juneau was nearly de-
serted and that the rush to the North was
going to be one of the biggest on record.
It certainly held its own. At this time, then
about the 8th day of August, 1897, it became
necessary for me to make a trip to Skaguay.
There we found pretty much the same state of
affairs as at Dyea. Crowds pressing forward
at top speed, crawling over one another in
their frantic endeavor to get to Dawson before
the cold weather set in. On this trail, too,
the spirit of the men was good. "Help one
another" was the general motto and it was
not till some weeks later, when the crowd be-
came greater, that good-nature broke down
and competition swept away all better feel-
ings.
{To be continued. )
IN THE TREETOPS
\V/IIO inhabits the cities of leaves,
** With their streets of bending boughs.
And their green-walled houses, cool and dim
As cloisters for monkish vows?
Not monks I ween, for I hear their songs.
So merry, and sweet and gay,
And love is breathed in each swelling note
Of their rippling roundelay.
In those houses high were room for two
When first they were builded there;
What hopes were woven with each soft strand
That fashioned their circle fair!
Oh happy lovers! — in safe retreat
From my prying eyes below, —
You have waked anew my heart's old griefs
From the days of long ago.
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SLEEPING OUT OF DOORS
m
By F. \Y. Rkid.
HE term Bivouac is a military
one. It belongs with the armed
camp, the trumpet and the night
alarm, things foreign to the
humdrum ways of civilized and
peaceful men. Introducing the
bivouac into modern warfare,
Napoleon out-gcneraled his op-
ponents by the untrammeled
rapidity of his marches. He
accustomed his soldiers to sleep in their great-
coats, with their rifles for pillows.
Where victory or defeat is at stake hard-
ships are cheerfully borne. But the civilian,
habituated to comfort, shudders at the idea
of trusting his cherished body to the untender
mercies of the open sky. If he leaves home,
it is for the protection of an inn; or, if he
travels beyond the limits of habitations, ho
thinks he must provide himself with a canvas
house as a shelter against the inclemencies of
the weather. "Go back to Nature" may be his
motto, but why go beyond? Has it not been
written that "Foxes have holes, and birds of
the air have nests?"
It is all a question of climate. Where the
mood of the skies is changeable, the traveler
for recreation defeats his object by exposing
himself as a target to the fine shot of rain,
or by sleeping under a wet blanket of mist.
Cold and damp are ill bedfellows. But in
lands where the summer is dry, and the
heavens for weeks together show a constant
and serene face, the bivouac is a practicable
pleasure. And the climate of California is so
reliable that even its mountains, those prolific
breeders of bad weather, content themselves
with brewing an occasional electric storm in
the day-time, leaving the nights untroubled.
All through the Southwest prospectors and
packers sleep out in the summer time without
giving the matter a second thought. The
bivouac is part of their routine, the nightly
alternative of the day's march. Vacation
tourists may well take a leaf from the book of
their experience; for transportation comes ex-
pensive, and those who travel without tents
can travel fastest and farthest. Having broken
themselves to the habit of open-air sleeping,
they will find their account in the novel and
health-giving experience.
"It is only the first step that counts," say the
French. But when taken from the shelter-
ing house to the vast unroofed chamber of
Nature it jars the indoors man, so far re-
moved are the habits of urban life from the
ways of the wild. He has much to learn be-
fore he feels himself at home in the out o'
doors. Enthusiastic amateur of the primitive
though he be, he had better bow to his up-
bringing and carry blankets and sleeping-bag,
than curl up in his clothes at night, like a dog
by the camp-fire. Mr. John Muir, indeed, that
veteran of the Sierras who carries his Spartan
fare on his own back into the mountains, is
silent on the subject of coverings. Perhaps
he takes a Scotch plaid with him, Highland
fashion. To begin with "roughing it," how-
ever, is bad policy for the novice.
But coverlets are only a part of the bed
furniture. The contrivance of wood and
steel springs is itself lacking. The camper
must literally "make his bed", and on the
ground, mindful of the proverb : "As you make
your bed, so shall you lie." If he be a
geologist, he will learn new things about the
crust of the globe from personal contact; if a
poet who has sung of the soft bosom of
"Mother Earth", he will taste the difference
between the fanciful and the actual.
For the skin of earth varies in texture just
like human skin. It may be shaggy with trees
and brushwood, warty with rock, or soft and
dimpling where a cushion of sand covers
the hard and stony skeleton. And its nature
makes a considerable difference in the ease of
the man who lodges on the ground.
The shifting grains of a dry river-bed or a
sea-beach afford a snug and comfortable nest-
ing-place. The material retains for a con-
siderable time the heat it draws from the
afternoon sun. This is an important con-
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sideration. For the novice soon discovers that
Earth possesses some traits of the stepmother.
When she is cold she will steal warmth from
her child, who wakes suddenly with a chilly
feeling about the spine. The weight of the
body compresses the blanket and squeezes out
the contained and non-conducting air. Hence
for the sake of heat alone it is necessary to
thickly pad the under surface of the bed. For
comfortable lying there is nothing like sand.
You can burrow into it, and arrange your
limbs conveniently in a hollowed lair.
Sometimes the ground is furred with a thick
growth of plants, on which a man can repose
as snugly "as a flea in a rug."
Heather, which is soft and elastic, comes
nearest of all earth's coverings to the ease of
a spring mattress. Lie on your back in the
heather, and the odds are you drop off to
sleep. But in Scotland, where this natural
bedding grows, the climate is not favorable to
sleeping out doors. The present writer, how-
ever, first experimented with bivouacking on a
hillside above Loch Katrine. He retains a
clear memory of the softness of the heather
couch and the shortness of the midsummer
night. Dawn came before three o'clock; and
the sleepers rolled out of their plaids to find
the lake still sleeping by its silver strand, cur-
tained from the sunrise by a filmy veil of
vapor.
With heather at hand, your bed is ready
made ; but bare earth and rock require skillful
preparation. A man might as well expect to
take his ease on a tombstone as on the pol-
ished surface of a slab of mountain granite.
So the camper must acquire the art of making
a mattress out of the boughs of pine or fir.
At home, unless he happens to be a surgeon
by profession, he probably never gave a
thought to his "great trochanter." But now
his comfort depends on providing a padded
hollow into which the bony prominence of the
hip may sink snugly, and a plane inclined to
the slope of the back. The structure of the
body calls for a concave bed ; and experienced
travelers spare no pains to make themselves
comfortable at night.
A pillow of sorts is indispensable, but pil-
lows are not to be picked up in the wilds. A
Japanese, accustomed to resting his neck in a
kind of executioner's block, would perhaps be
satisfied with a log, slightly hollowed by the
axe. Some people carry an air-cushion with
them, which does not take up much room in
the kit. But the true art of the bivouac is to
so arrange your long boots that between them
a shallow receptacle is formed in which your
weary head may lie.
Having made your preparations with such
skill as you possess, the hour comes for putting
them to the proof: "To sleep, perchance to
dream !" You lie down amid the pillared per-
spective of the fir-trees, with a vaulting of
boughs overhead, in a chamber "deaf to noise
and blind to light." It is odorous and dark-
ling. Or in the soft sea-sand within hearing
of the measured snore of the falling surf, very
incentive to sound slumber. And yet, though
tired with traveling, you turn and turn again
in the blankets. In the woods you cannot stop
listening for the stealthy approach of some
night wanderer ; your ear is an open receiver
waiting for a thrill from the telephone of the
ground, though none may come. Under the
open sky you can hardly close your eyes in
face of the cold and silent scrutiny of the stars.
One who is accustomed to "retire" at night
behind locked doors does not shed the in-
crustations of old habits all at once. You
think you have broken with city life for good,
but you drag behind a lengthening chain of
custom that plucks you back with the accumu-
lated force of years. The first night under the
open sky is apt to be a restless one.
Such was the experience that Robert Louis
Stevenson records in his "Travels with a
Donkey." The novelist was a green hand, and
had tired himself by prodding a reluctant
"burro" all day over the Ccvennes mountains.
Yet he lay awake at night in a meadow, an
observer of the midnight feeding and couching
again of the pastured animals. On this he
comments in a strain of fancy and concludes
that a "light and living slumber visits the man
who sleeps afield."
That is to say he slept, like a dog. in
snatches. Generally, I believe, this is true of
all first nights in the bivouac. But it is not
external noise that keeps the weary camper
from his rest, at any rate in our latitudes. In
a tropical forest, indeed, there are wars and
rumors of wars in the dark. Down in South
America, in Guiana, where you camp at night
often on the river bank, after the skirling and
thrumming concert of the insect host has con-
cluded, sudden sounds are wont to thrill upon
the drowsy heavy night. There is the low,
discreet cough of the alligator, like a stage
A-hem ! which is not very alarming. The roar
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jaguar you may hear, but not so often
as it occurs in stories that make their points
with local color. What is truly startling is the
nocturnal revelry of the red monkeys, "howl-
ers" they are aptly culled, that raise Cain in
the trees, beginning with low growls and wind-
ing up with a yelling crescendo fiiuilc. And
the worst of it is that they keep very late-
hours. But our Sierra forests are compara-
tively barren of animal life. The nights are
untroubled with jarring sound; you may
almost hear the needle drop from the pine.
Little creatures of the wilderness, indeed, are
abroad : trade-rats that will steal leather
gloves from the camp, porcupines, the mal-
odorous skunk out on a quiet hunt for fish
lioiies and broken victuals, but they all move
with furtive footsteps, silent and shy. No; the
trouble comes to the greenhorn from within ;
it is subjective. Perhaps his ear misses the
familiar racket of the city street, as sleepers
on board ship awake when the regular throb
of the screw fails to pulsate.
But the wakefulness of the novitiate soon
passes away. Hard work in the open air, the
tonic of ozone and spruce balsam, brace and
fortify the nervous system. The kind of in-
somnia that comes of brain-fag and business
worry quickly yields to the influences of a
wild life, when a man enters upon it with
zest and abandon. No more "drowsy syrups
of the East" in stoppered bottles for him ; he
sleeps now like a log. There are lapses, of
course,— camp cookery and too much pork
may provoke dyspepsia and sleeplessness. And
even the experienced hunter responds at night
to the call of a chill breeze or one of Nature's
less overt communications.
The summons to a nocturnal communion
with the goddess of outdoors is no unwelcome
one to the sleeper whose midnight lair is made
in a nook of the High Sierras. The night is
certain to be clear ; the stars of autumn are
sparkling in the sky : the bright eye of Leo
looks down, the Scorpion crooks his glittering
tail above the trees, and if Venus be in the
ascendant that resplendent planet sheds her
influence on the still lake in a beam of
trembling silver. From the canon comes the
burden of innumerable cascades, from the
pine-trees is wafted an incense.
But the sleeper in a town bedroom, if he is
roused by some sudden noise in the street,
wakes in a heavy air with the smell of dust
in his nostrils. From the window comes a
bluish glimmer, that is neither light of star
nor moon. Lying broad awake, he is tl
by the consciousness of urbanity, of all the
sad struggle, felt though unseen, of the hiving
throng of men. The cares that infest the day
steal back to roost on the bed-rail of the roof-
sheltered than. Vexed at being deprived of
the rest that he feels to be his due, with all
appliances and means to slumber, he finds it
hard to drop off again. But drowsiness does
not so readily slip off from the man who
wakes at midnight outdoors. He is not fully
roused, his eyes are yet heavy with sleep. It
is as though Mother Nature, visiting her child,
had lightly touched him into consciousness of
her kindly presence.
So when the dawn comes he is alert and
responsive to its summons. Hard is the way
of the slug-abed in the bivouac. An indolent
man, fond of burrowing under the bedclothes
and turning the other shoulder to the morning,
is ashamed to lie flat when the sun is up and
glaring at him. The saucy gray crow caws a
rebuke to his laziness. But the active fellow,
rouses at the point of day, before the golden
sign is shining on the mountain granite. He
shakes off his torpor in an instant, erects
himself at once into a man, and laughs at the
laggards lying swathed like mummies in their
sleeping-bags, or sitting up, staring and
vacant, like tombstones in a cemetery.
Journeying from camp to camp, and making
his bed each night in a fresh place, the apt
novice develops into the fellowcrafts of the
bivouac. He has many things to learn, — also
some to forget. Superstitions about the
danger that lurks in night-air — a very old
bugbear that was falsely generalized from the
true observation that soldiers suffered from
fever after bivouacking near marshes, — the
timidities of the townsman, vague fears of
lightning stroke, snakes in the blankets, prowl-
ing bears ; all these are shed early from the
mind. The aptitudes come one by one.
Knacks and contrivances are learned from
older hands by imitation, or are self-acquired
at the promptings of mother-wit.
A smart poodle lost in the woods is not
more bewildered than the city-bred man. when
with unschooled fingers he attempts the tasks
of the outdoor life. In the Boer war it was
observed that the volunteer soldiers, fresh
from London, were helpless on the veldt.
Their cooking fires fizzled out ; they did not
know the first thing about bivouacking ; they
were too highly specialized. But necessity
soon teaches the docile pupil many little in-
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ventions, and his mind grasps them the
quicker the more germs of primitive man his
blood has inherited. One of the first lessons
is how to shelter the sleeping-place from chilly
rousing winds. A screen two feet high suf-
fices— so humble a thing is man recumbent, —
the lee of a sand-bank or a thick bush. Rather
than make his lodging on the cold ground, the
Australian savage rakes over it the ashes of
his camp-fire and top-dresses them with sand.
This useful notion has occurred, without the
intervention of telepathy, to other wanderers
in the wild. Then there is the art of choosing
your ground, of avoiding hollow places into
which cold air descends at night, and pre-
ferring sand for a couch to grass, which,
though soft, is a terrible absorber of dew.
You may have read all about "conduction" and
"radiation," but physical facts are only dimly
apprehended from books. The Indian is bet-
ter at choosing a night-lair than the meteor-
ologist, for he can read the runes of Nature at
sight.
In thus learning intimately from Nature,
there is a true and abiding pleasure. "The
only real knowledge," says Froude, "is the
knowledge we can use; the rest hangs like
dust about the brain." The experiences of
the bivouac, indeed all woodcraft, are lessons
in that kind. And there are additions and
enjoyments more subtle and refined: the sense
of color is enlarged ; the ear is attuned to per-
ceive the breeze-born harmonies of the forest;
the eye is opened to the nocturnal glory of
the heavens. Pent in the populous city, how
often are our glances turned towards the sky?
But lying out in the open, we make acquaint-
ance with the stars, pass the time o' night
with Orion and Pleiades, and time the day-
spring by the advent of the morning star.
By gradual advancement in the lodge of
the open air the fellowcraft at length attains
the master's degree. But ere this he will have
been tanned by the smoke of many camp fires.
And as his sunburned skin renews itself, so
does his inner man undergo a change. Blooded
to the open and the wild, he returns, his vaca-
tion ended, to walk in the common ways of
men and feels stifled at night by the close air
of a bedroom. But he brings with him a
new power of endurance, a capacity to eat
hugely and with gusto of whatever is set be-
fore him, a clearer brain and an eye undimmed.
Besides these physical gains, there is a
spiritual change, more subtile and less ponder-
able. For man's spiritual life is indeed re-
newed in the arms of the Earth-Mother. All
that Nature does for the soul that is truly
touched to her finer issues has been expressed
once for all in Wordsworth's "Lines on Re-
visiting Tintern Abbey." Not to the height
of that great argument can we all attain. But
in those who are endowed with some portion
of a kindred spirit nights spent afield will
quicken.
"A sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air.
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
A motion and a spirit that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought.
And rolls through all things."
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WESTERN FIELD
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order to insure attention.
FOR A NON-SALE LAW.
In the name of the People of California we de
mand at the hands of onr Legislature, at its next
session, the enactment and embodiment in our game
law of a statutory clause prohibiting- the sale in
this State of any game bird of any description what-
soever, and fixing a commensurate penalty for any
violation thereof.
WHAT WILL THEY DO WITH IT?
MEVER before in the history of the Cali-
' ' fornia Fish Commission has that august
body found itself in anything like the fortuit-
ous circumstances that favor it today, in so
far as the possession of funds wherewith to
consistently carry out the work of its office
is concerned. For the first time in its exist-
ence it now has the assurance, if indeed it has
not already actual possession, of money
enough to carry out its inceptive mission, and
naturally there is much lively speculation as
to along w-hat particular lines the largest
expenditures will be made.
One fact should imperatively govern the
Commission in the use of this money : it be-
ing the direct result of a special tax levied
solely upon sportsmen, the fund accruing from
the hunting license collections should be
utilized solely in the interests of the game and
game fish supply, and not one cent of it
should be applied upon the commercial branch
of the Commission's work. That is, the money
so obtained is a special class tax, particularly
devoted by statute to the special end of game
protection and conservation, and not one
dollar of it logically should be spent in the
propagation of salmon, shad, crayfish, oysters,
crabs, etc., the purely commercial products of
the Commission's office, nor should any
moiety of it be expended in the prosecution
of those who violate only the laws connected
with these commercial things. In a word, the
hunting license fund should be applied only
to the advancement of the game and sports-
men's interests pure and simple. It should be
used to build, or to maintain the already built
hatcheries of trout, grayling and striped bass
— all of which are typical game fishes ; to prop-
agate and distribute native game birds,
game fishes and other game animals, and to
import and introduce desirable foreign species,
and to perpetuate and increase our present
supply; to prosecute violations of the game
laws ; to provide for advanced scientific in-
vestigations and experiments that will advance
the interests first of the game and second of
the sportsmen ; and last but not least of all to
compile and provide for general distribution
reports and other literature relating specific-
ally to game and its preservation.
We believe that this will be done with as
much care, exactitude and consistency as is
possible of average human achievement, and
we ask sportsmen to kindly remember that
perfection is not reached usually at the first or
even the hundredth attempt. It's an almighty
big contract, this ideal task that is set the
Commission, and we should remember that
the human components of the Board and its
employees are fallible mortals like ourselves.
There will doubtlessly be mistakes made — we
anticipate many of them under the complex
conditions — but every error, when proved such,
is an indispensable, and we may add an in-
evitable as well, stepping-stone to the truth.
Therefore we earnestly repeat our previous
admonitions to be slow in criticism, slower
in condemnation and quick in support and
encouragement of the Commission's labors in
our behalf.
Don't fall into the arrogance of thinking that
fine-spun individual theories are facts of holy
writ, and that the Commission is criminallv
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derelict if it does not immediately and aggres-
sively adopt and act upon them — there are
about an hundred thousand sportsmen in this
State, each with a separate and oppositive
theory of his very own ! That man or body of
men who would vacillatingly teeter from one
to another of these theories would be fitter
candidates for a lunatic asylum than for the
grave responsibilities of their important present
office, and if it is, as an eminent sportsman
recently declared in this office, "up to the
Commission to get busy, quick!" it is likewise,
"up to" the sportsmen of California to get
some horse sense — and a great deal more con-
, sistency and genuine sportsmanship into their
actions afield and astream. For it is the bitter
and shameful truth that for every unpalatable
action of the Commission's, in the past, the
writer has personal cognizance of a hundred
ungentlehianly, indecent and unsportsmanlike
acts done in the field by reputably exponential
representatives of the sportsman's guild.
Now, foreseeing the animadversions that the
writer expects to have called down upon his
devoted head by the above candid statement of
truth, we beg to say that our past policy will
continue to be our present and future one.
When the occasion requires a strenuous throw-
ing of things it is absolutely immaterial to us
whether the missiles be clubs or bouquets ; we
will deliver them impartially and with that
directness with which even our dearest
enemies say is characteristic. We play no
favorites and have nobody to shield or screen.
Our line is the straight line of game protec-
tion and genuine sportsmanship and we are
going, in the future as in the past, to hew to it ;
and as California conditions make mere
whittling an effeminate mockery the chips may
be big and fall heavily. It may as well be un-
derstood right here that the bigger and heavier
they are the more contented we will sleep of
nights. If the Fish Commission deserves
blessing we won't damn them to suit any sore-
head's whim ; and if the sportsmen need damn-
ing we won't bless 'em by a sight ! West-
ern Field, recruited inceptively to battle for the
cause of game protection, is enlisted for the
whole war, and it fights fairly, if a bit viciously.
Its slogan is : "True game protection, first,
last and always — and hit every undeserving
head !"
Let our past record show whether we have
preserved the tradition.
THE EVIL OF COMPROMISE
IT IS cheerfully conceded that compromise is
a permissible procedure at times — especially
in matters involving reasonable doubt; it often
reconciles grave opposing conditions and averts
dangerous crises, but a compromise between
absolute right and indisputable wrong is vir-
tually but little short of actual crime and
should never be entertained, even momentarily,
as it always defeats its own ends.
Take the absurd deer-dogging law enacted
by our last Legislature. We are consolingly
assured by the authors of that grotesque farce
that it "was necessary, in order to get a non-
dogging clause enacted, to yield something to
the opposition." The extent of that "com-
promise" concession reminds us of the story
of the man who did not want to go to the
theatre while his wife did. They "com-
promised" by going to the theatre.
There was neither necessity nor room for
any compromise in the matter of deer-dogging.
Either the practice is essentially wrong or it is
substantially right, and the law should have
been framed in accordance with those facts.
As it stands today it is not only a dead letter
in the matter of game protection effect, but it
is actually a deadly menace to the cause, in
that it incites men to violations of law and will
be a prolific source of even worse things than
that — deliberate perjury for instance.
As I sit here in a well-known Sonoma sum-
mer resort writing these lines, I hear on the
hills above the baying of a pack of deer-run-
ning hounds — and never a shot has been fired
since that deer was "jumped," so the animal
has not been wounded. And this, too, despite
the universally known presence, in the imme-
diate vicinity, of a force of deputy game war-
dens engaged in the commendable work of re-
stocking the neighboring streams with trout.
A settler living only a few miles from here
has also captured and turned over to Deputy
Warden Lee a hound which he found running
unwounded deer, the said dog being one of a
reputed pack of seventeen dogs brought over
from a nearby summer resort for the ostensible
purpose of catching the unfortunate deer which
these Nimrods — said to be all fair shots — are
morally sure to only wound when still-hunting
in strict accordance with the law. And yet we
are solemnly assured by the dogging contingent
that a still-hunted deer has no chance for his
life — is always meanly "sneaked up" upon and
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killed in his tracks liki- an ambuscaded i
Pope's famous line :
pe springs triumphant nn exulting wings,"
never had a more universal application than
upon deer hunters. Let one of the optimistic
fraternity — and he need not be necessarily a
tenderfoot at the sport, either — get a shot at
reasonable range, and if he isn't morally sure
that he hit that deer, he hopes he did anyway ;
lie ought to have at all events — and the
chances are that he did. The more he thinks
about it the more the doubt dissolves and is
soon replaced with conviction strong enough
to justify his turning loose his dog. And this,
mind you, on the part of a really conscientious
sportsman. As to the other kind — well, that is
the fellow who is running the pack I hear.
While we are upon this subject of devious
deer-hunting we desire to heartily commend
the suggestions of Wardens Welch and Lee,
who point out the necessity of having deer
coupons attached to every license, such coupons
or tags to be affixed to deer when kill
turned in, under proper "tab-keeping" pro-
visions, to the clerk of the county in which
such deer were killed, or some other authority
deputized to receive same. In the absence of
such a safeguard upon the legal limit per
license, it is almost impossible to detect and
convict violators of the bag limit. We hope to
see this "tag" system adopted by the next Legis-
lature, where we also hope to see enacted
either a sensible and absolute non-dogging
amendment, void of all "compromise'" non-
sense— or a full and complete repeal of that
foolish clause. Either let deer be dogged as
before the last enactment, or stop the running
of deer by dogs absolutely. Let us either stay
at home or go to the theatre without further
puerile complications.
££
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A FAMILY BREEZE
OUT of the west came a soft little breeze,
Gently it swept o'er the whispering trees.
It laughed with the brook and it sang with the sea,
While the East Wind listened wonderingly.
Listened and grumbled, and called aloud
For a darkened sky and a long dull cloud;
Then he dashed at the sea, while the pine trees tall
Bowed their heads at the East Wind's call.
"Oh, dear; dear me!" sighed the little West Wind,
"And he my own cousin, and so unkind.
"Trying to chase me out of the sky!
Well, he'll surely see trouble by and by."
So the little breeze whispered, and vanished away,
While the East Wind clouded the Summer day.
Then uncle North Wind, with a gruesome shout
Between the mountains came rushing out.
He pushed the East Wind out to sea.
And he called aloud: "Hearken, now, to me.
For I am the head of this family."
(And the South Wind listened and said "Te he!")
"When little West Breezes are out at play,
You, nephew East Wind, keep out of the way."
"I will have peace," uncle North Wind said;
And he blustered off to his North Pole bed.
Then aunt South Wind whispered, but all could hear,
•"Try and be more quiet, children dear."
Then her murmuring voice softly died away,
And back came the little West Winds to play.
— Alice Turner Curtis.
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A BIG COUGAR
COUGAR is simply a big chunky
cat, with all the characteristics of
that animal, teeth, claws and strength
enlarged just in proportion to its
size. Imagine a cat weighing 150
pounds and measuring 10 feet from
tip to tip and you will have in your
mind the identical cougar of which
I write. Go back with me a short
time and let us see how this gentle-
man passed his time, and what use
he made of his life and strength.
He is lying asleep in a fir thicket stretched out
in the warm rays of the sun, for it is spring and
he has made a kill, and eaten his fill, and will not
leave the vicinity as long as his victim remains fit
to eat. Eating from the carcass and hiding away
near in some thicket is the daily routine till the
murderer has eaten his victim or putrefaction has set
in. After several days hunger compels him to seek
fresh grounds; for deer, his natural prey, leave the
vicinity where a cougar is known to be.
He wanders about, picking up a grouse or a rabbit if
possible as he is now very alert from hunger. At
last, after several days of wandering, his head is
raised carefully over a log, his ears prick up and all
his actions show excitement and extreme caution. He
crouches down behind the log, raises his head very
slowly till he can look again, and after a careful
survey down goes his head. Getting a bush in line
he steals forward noiselessly but quickly to the shelter
of the bush, here lying close and flat on the ground
he peers through or around the bush and now we
see for the first time what has attracted his atten-
tion.
A doe is feeding on the tender leaves and buds
of the forest, and while we are looking moves along
a little farther. Instantly down goes his head and
another sneak is made to some knoll, stump, log,
hollow or bush — any thing for concealment; he is
using all the arts of his cruel nature to get near
enough to the unsuspecting doe to spring upon her
and with those cruel claws and sharp teeth make
short work of her harmless life. The doe is wary
and feeds in comparatively open ground and the
cougar can not get near enough to spring on her, so
he steals along as opportunity offers till at last to his
great joy she enters~a thicket. This is an opportunity
he takes advantage of at once; he steals forward
silently and swiftly as fate and crouches for his
spring. The poor innocent doe stands there nursing
her fawns which she had hidden away in the thicket.
As his form rises in the air some power warns her of
her danger and with a sudden spring she darts away
just as those cruel claws graze her hips, inflicting
several severe scratches. She saves her own life by a
lacerated skin but her young are killed and devoured
by the monster.
A cougar has no regard for the game laws and not
much respect for the game warden himself; for his
kill lasts but a short time and ne is again on the
move. The game warden has heard of a camp where
they are killing deer illegally out of season and he
is on the way to investigate; in passing through the
forest he is seen by this great brute, instantly the
cougar is on the alert and stealing forward to some
log he peers over and watches this strange animal.
In his younger days he felt afraid of that animal, but
now as he is older and so much larger and stronger
he has almost a mind to spring upon him, and follows
him a long ways watching for a good opportunity.
Only the natural fear all animals seem to have of
man deters him from the attack, and he follows the
warden for miles, almost on the point of attacking
him, while the warden all unconscious of his danger
goes his way.
This cougar's life was but a repetition of the
above, until one day he heard a cracking and tramp-
ing of brush by some animal and went to investigate.
It was a large animal with vicious looking horns and
he was afraid to attack it. There were others of the
same kind all around him and he sneaked and
watched them for a long time. He discovered there
were smaller animals among these that were about
the size of deer and had no horns. He felt sure
that he had courage and strength to kill one of these
and he watched the herd till one of these smaller
animals became tired and lay down — an easy prey
for him. And so it went until the day of his
retributive undoing.
Probably a deer or its equivalent each week is not
too large an estimate for a cougar's destructiveness.
Fifty deer each year is a pretty good tax on our
game to pay for his useless support, but an honest
cougar must live. They are great wanderers and
roam from one locality to another, they are possessed
of considerable cunning, and will often evade a pack
of dogs by running over cliffs of rocks where the
dogs cannot follow them. Mr. Quine reports one
that his dogs have started and chased several times
but he always makes for a cliff of rocks and in
some manner evades the dogs and escapes each time.
He is thought to be a large, old, and cunning brute.
The particular cougar shown in the picture had in
his wanderings crossed the road on Middle Creek
during the night when Mr. Quine was at the home
of Albert Bolenbaugh who lives on Middle Creek.
In the morning as Mr. Quine was returning to his
own home he saw the track of the "varmint" in the
road and calling the attention of "Schley" his best
"varmint" dog, to the track, he had the satisfaction
of hearing him give tongue and start off on the cold
trail, Becoming satisfied after a little time that his
dog was going to rout him, he returned to the home
of Mr. Bolenbaugh to get a gun as he had left his
own at home. Returning with Mr. Bolenbaugh, they
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ird old Schlej barking "treed," and on «"■"«
to him found linn barking at t lie foot <>i' i tree but
could ni't see the cougar. Mr. Bolenbaugh's shepherd
lolned the chorus and on investigation they
found that Mr, Cougar had played a trick Id
Schley by going up one side of the tree and then
jumping off the oilier side onto a cliff of rocks, and
I down tins to another tree where the
shepherd dog had him. Old Schley had simply followed
his nose to the first tree and stayed there. The
cougar lay stretched out on a big limb and a single
shut from Mr. liolenliaugh's .30-30, directed by him-
self and penetrating both shoulders, laid the big cat
at the foot of the tree among the dogs; another
shot through the head, for fear of damage to some
of the dogs, made him a good cougar for evermore.
President Roosevelt increases my admiration of his
sterling qualities every time he takes his "big stick"
and goes out for health and recreation after such
"varmints." They do more to decimate the deer
than all the skin butchers and market hunters com-
bined. A bounty of $20 on each cougar would be one
of the best employments of our game funds and
would do more towards the preservation of our
big game than all the non-enforced laws that our
legislators take such a biennial pride in making.
Riddle, Ore. WALTER S. BRITT.
THOSE ERRORS OF THE WILD
TO THE writer of the timely and interesting article
on the "Slander of Wild Animals" in the July
issue of Western Field, I desire to say that
in one prominently expressed premise he is unquestion-
ably wrong. Hunters and pioneers the world over,
and a reasonable majority of readers in the various
walks of private life, will not brand him as an
heretical faker, nor yet as a glassy-eyed lunatic.
What he states as the result of his experience with
the denizens of the forest conesponds exactly to that
of intelligent hunters and nature students in every
land and clime. There are many popular errors
afloat concerning various features of our solar planet,
the origin of which is shrouded in mystery, as also
the reason why they are given such widespread
acceptance as fact.
However, there is much seemingly good evidence
to those who have never taken the trouble to in-
vestigate, in support of the popular fallacies which
Mr. Frakes sets forth in his article — especially the
time-honored myth of the panther's scream. Fore-
most in this is undoubtedly the sincere and quite
incomprehensible belief of the native Indians that
this is so. Why the redman, who has become familiar
with the voice of every living creature of his native
wilderness through generations of close study and
association with them, should make this singular
mistake is not quite clear to nature students who
comprehend that the lion's scream is against all
common sense and all the laws of that crafty animal's
being. But then, the philosophy of many an Indian
tradition and belief is not given to the narrow in-
tellect of the white man to span.
Another point in the chain ol evidence along this
line is our old friend, the dog. It is well known
that the mountain lion is a deadly enemy of the
i mine race, snd is one animal of which most dogs
Stand hi mortal terror. Now, many hunters and
woodsmen of the West have sometimes been startled
by a weird, uncanny scream from the depths of the
forest which sent the faithful companion of the
trail .old the camp-fire crouching and trembling to
its master's feet. With the generally accepted belief
in the panther's scream, of course this would be taken
as proof positive that a prowling cougar was close
by, ready to pounce upon his luckless victim should
the chance present itself. The dog has many human
traits, and I believe that the weird, rasping cry of
the screech-owl — about as gruesome a sound as can
well be produced by any noise machine, either natural
or mechanical — will, under certain circumstances,
cause him a feeling ot nervous terror the same as
felt by his lord and master. Such things are simply
misleading evidence and can be far more easily ex-
plained away than reasons be given for the panther
deliberately sounding a terrific note of warning to the
creatures upon which he preys for a livelihood.
Mr. Frakes might have gone further into the subject
and called attention to several other "authentic"
errors which have long been a part of our general
education. Who among us, having read the standard
natural histories of the day and added thereto a
smattering of oral information from reliable sources,
doesn't know that the North American tarantula is
one of the most poisonous and dreaded members of
the world's spider family? That this great hairy
insect only waits for its victim to approach within
the proper distance to leap upon him like a tiger and
sink its poisonous stings in his flesh, for the deadly
venom of which there is no antidote? Go where you
will among the people of a country where the
tarantula thrives, and no end of men will tell you
that they have heard of many cases of death from
its poison sting. But, lo! no one will tell you that
he ever saw the thing happen. And strange to say,
recent investigations and tests by expert scientists
have signally failed to determine the quality of the
poison which the tarantula secretes — for the some-
what disconcerting reason that no trace of poison
of any sort could be found. And the tarantula is
not a vicious spider. Neither does he leap upon his
victim, unless that victim be a fly or other insect
with which he supplies his table. He crawls about in
the dust and deep cracks of the dry soil which is
his native home, seldom showing himself to the gaze
of man.
Many similar features of the subject might be
brought out and the chaff sifted from the wheat,
but this is simply a brief comment on Mr. Frakes'
pointed article, not a chapter of the same story, and
I am sure that all readers of Western Field will be
glad to see other and more able comments along
the same line.
('. S. C.
OT manj' generations ago, when
your granddad or his father
found it necessary to replenish
the larder or to thin out the
too numerous Indians, he
stepped to the big fireplace,
reached up and took, from the
horns above, a long-barreled,
straight stocked muzzle-loading
rifle. This was either flintlock
or percussion cap.
When he set the stock on the floor the
muzzle was on a level with the top of his
head — and he stood six feet in his socks at
that !
Wiping the barrel out, he would pour in a
thimbleful of black powder, poor powder at
that, and on top of this would drive home a
little round bullet not much larger than a
pea. If he were a crank — as he very likely was,
the bullet would be neatly wrapped in a piece
of cloth, well greased. Then tapping a little
powder into the priming hole, and putting on
a cap if he was using a percussion cap rifle,
he would set out and woe be to the living
thing upon which he drew trigger.
Before this pattern of rifle every form of big
game on the American continent from the
timber wolf to the enormous grizzly has fallen,
and as the rifle took considerable time for
loading, one shot as a rule did the work.
Nowadays, the old gentleman's grandson,
setting forth on a similar errand, will go to
his gun cabinet, take out a beautifully finished
little rifle about two inches longer than the
old fashioned horse pistol, slip a steel box or
a clip of cartridges into the rifle, press the
button and he has six terrible crushing shots
which he can fire as fast as he can crook his
trigger finger. And more than this, six more
cartridges can be slipped into the rifle to re-
place the fired ones in the time it took the old
gentleman to cap his "Pea rifle".
It is a far cry from the old muzzle-loader,
with its slow and cumbersome way of recharg-
ing, to the modern automatic rifle with its
wonderful rapidity of fire and the crushing
blows which it is capable of dealing; but in
spite of the wonderful improvement in the
rifle the man behind the gun has retrograded,
to a degree almost approaching in inverse-
ratio the improvement of his arm.
It behooves the average hunter of the
present day to pay less attention to the type
of rifle which he intends taking afield with
him, and more to the old sine qua non of the
game getter: the ability to hit what he shoots
at. There is no doubt but that the modern
repeater with its rapidity of fire has done more
than anything else to discourage accurate
shooting.
The hunter of the present day runs across
a buck, we will say seventy yards off. The
deer is unaware of his presence and stands
motionless. If the hunter knew that he had
just one shot at his command so far as that
particular deer was concerned, and that it
would take a minute or so to reload after the
one shot had been fired, he would take the
greatest pains to make that one shot tell, and
most likely at the crack of the rifle the deer
would collapse and the hunter would return to
camp happy.
Instead, the hunter knows that the weapon
in his hands contains six shots. He can dis-
charge all six in three seconds and, fortified
with this knowledge, he takes a poor aim at
the bulk of the buck, drives a great tearing
bullet through the entrails of the poor beast
and away goes the deer in fearful agony with
the bullets whizzing all round him. The hunter
may get him but nine times out of ten he will
not, and the animal will die in some secluded
spot with agonies that an Apache would be
ashamed to inflict.
Then again, we have another type of modern
rifle, the arm shooting a bullet with a force
that would put to shame the big four gauge
elephant express rifles. Take the new .35
calibre and .405 high power rifles with a
velocity of two thousand feet or over, and a
striking force considerably over a ton. If the
force exerted by one of these bullets were
applied behind a hundred pound iron weight.
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it would crush tlic sides of the game in its
way like an eggshell. A bullet of this
character, fired by a man who is a good shot,
is undoubtedly the most merciful of any, as
striking in any vital part it would prove in-
stantly fatal. But in nine cases out of ten,
the man using a rille of this character
is a poor shot, otherwise such a cannon
would be unnecessary and he would take a
lighter, less burdensome arm which would
do the work cleaner and with less discomfort
to himself.
The green hand, buying a rifle, will look the
catalogue over, examine the samples of the
terrible power of the rifle in the gun dealer's
window, and then figure that with this sort of
a gun that it will only be necessary for him
to land on the deer anywhere in its anatomy to
get the venison.
It is impossible to get away from the fact
that a shot in the right place will kill, and a
shot in a spot where no vitals are reached will
not kill, regardless of the "smashing, tearing
effect"' of the bullet. The deer will very likely
die eventually of the terrible wound but it will
be miles away from the hunter. One might
fire a shot through the belly of a deer or
bear with one of Uncle Sam's new breech-
loading 3-inch field pieces and yet the game
might get away far enough to escape the
hunter.
The old muzzle-loading Kentucky rifles had
a striking force of maybe an eighth of the
modern .405 high power rifle. Their extreme
range was not over two hundred yards, and
the modern black powder .25-20 rifle is
superior in force to them ; yet the man wfho
would go deer hunting or tackle a bear with
a .25-20 would be regarded, to put it mildly,
as a crank of the first water. Now the
grizzly is nearly if not altogether extinct, and
yet he does not owe this to any automatic
rifles nor any young cannon. More big game
was killed with the old muzzle-loading rifles
in a year in the days gone by, than is killed
now in ten. While it is true that the big
game was much more plentiful in those days,
yet this simply goes to show that the old
fashioned, weak-shooting, slow muzzle-loading
rifle was entirely adequate in the hands of a
good shot, and that the use of the ultra high
power rifles of the present day is a tacit
admission that the user is not a good shot.
A modern .30-30 would have been a wonder-
ful thing thirtv vears ago. and a hunter who
was a good shot, armed with a rifle of this
type, would have felt himself to be nearly
invincible ; yet we hear the statement oft
repeated now days that the .30-30 is not heavy
enough, that the deer hunter should use a .35
or a .405 ! The elephant hunters, twenty years
ago, did not use guns with anywhere near the
smashing power of the .405 and yet we see
"Ximrods" cutting loose at a little animal
about as big as a large dog, with soft flesh and
nowhere near the tenacity of life of the cat
family, with one of these murderous, hard-
kicking weapons.
Let the hunter get a .25-36, a .30-30 or a
.32-40 high power repeater. Let him get
thoroughly acquainted with the rifle and shoot
it on a range a couple of hundred times, and
then when he gets in sight of the game, if he
will forget that he has more than one shot at
his command and do the best with the one in
the barrel, he will land just as many bucks as
the man with the cannon and won't send so
many poor little beasts, with their soft eyes
filled with the agony of the awful wound, off
to die a thousand deaths somewhere in the
brush.
The main idea is to learn how to shoot,
to use the first shot to kill the game, and to
use any shots in reserve merely as an auxiliary
in case of extreme necessity. Nine hunters out
of ten, going out on their first deer hunt, look
upon the second shot as being as good as the
first, merely because it is so "handy" to use.
When you come to think about it, doesn't it
seem that the arm which will do the work
cleanly and neatly and yet give the deer a
show for his "white alley" in case you miss, is
more worthy of a sportsman than the lead-
squirting arm whose sole recommendation is
its "effectiveness". A stick of dynamite
properly applied is still more effective. A man
with an eight-bore shotgun loaded with a
handful of buckshot can score a good many
deer in a season, but he will have little reason
for congratulating himself on his marksman-
ship.
It is not the aim of this article to decry the
modern extreme high power of the automatic
rifles, but there is one great objection to be
urged against these guns ; they encourage poor
marksmanship. They are really little more
effective than the arm of more moderate power
but it is hard to make a green hand see this.
A man who does not get his deer the first
shot is almight lucky to slip in a second shot,
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be he quick as lightning with the rifle, even
be the rifle the latest type of speedy
"automatic." The man who hits his game only
through the flank or belly won't eat any
venison from that deer, even if the bullet he
fires does strike with the blow of a ton.
A man getting a deer should be able to
feel that he was a little smarter than the deer
in the first place, and that he was a good
enough shot to take advantage of his cleverness
when he gets near enough.
After all, the meat of a deer is poor com-
pensation for the expense and trouble and
time necessitated by a deer hunt. The glory of
having been able to find the crafty deer in his
own native heath, and of being a good enough
shot to bag the game, is about all there is to
a deer hunt ; and the man who can look back
to his two bucks and remember the two clean
shots with the little rifle that landed the game,
has gotten the most for his trouble and time,
while the man who got his game by squirting
lead through the surrounding atmosphere until
a chance shot landed, has little to brag of.
It is a strange thing in this modern day of
sportsmanlike hunting, when the little 16 and
20 gauge shotgun has nearly supplanted the
old 12's and 10's with the scattergun lovers,
that the tendency should run toward the big
rapid-fire cannon which are so often used in
deer hunting. An automatic rifle used as an
automatic rifle is equivalent to pot-hunting;
squirting shot at random at a passing flock
of ducks, in the hopes of landing one by the
number of shots he is pouring into their midst,
is not clean sportsmanship. Of course there
are many good shots using the automatic
rifle and the extreme high-power guns, and
in the hands of a good shot they are, of course,
more effective. That is, they will smash up
more meat and spoil the hide a little more. As
Patrick would say, they kill the deer a little
deader.
The .30-30 or .32-40 is large enough and
strong enough for any game on this con-
tinent— or for that matter on any other con-
tinent— and any higher power is simply wasted.
Deer have been killed by .22 calibre rifles
in a good many instances, and for a man to
carry a cannon when he is a good shot, is fool-
ishness. If he is not a good shot, nothing will
be of any use to him except learning to shoot,
whether the rifle be a .22 or a .405.
A repeater is of course desirable but a man
sho'.ild train himself to forget that anv other
shots are available except the one in the barrel.
The three rifles named, the .25-36, .30-30 and
.32-40 with their equivalents in the .32 Marlin
and Winchester Special, have more than
enough power but are not to be called extreme.
All three of these rifles develop an initial
velocity of practically 2,000 feet per second
and a striking force of about 1700 pounds.
There is no occasion for even this power, with
most of the game on the American continent.
if the man behind the rifle is a reasonable
shot; but the rifles named will kill cleanly,
have little recoil and can be gotten in very
light weights. The user of one of them has
no one to blame but himself if he fails to land
anything from a grizzly down. After all, the
man behind the gun is the determining factor,
not any particular make of gun, any calibre
or soft point bullet.
If you hit your deer through the shoulders,
in the heart, through the neck or in the head
with any one of the rifles referred to he is
yours ; if you don't, all the rapidity of fire or
big bullets you can find won't "get the bacon"
although the deer may go away and die some-
where. If the thought that the deer is most
likely dead anyhow, whether you got him or
not, pleases you, then by all means use a
g^tling gun or better still, strychnine ; but if
you want to get the game, and get it in a
sportsmanlike way, learn to shoot. And then
when you miss, as you will sometimes, give
the deer a show and acknowledge the corn.
The true sportsman in the field, when the
quail or grouse are whirring up before the dog.
prefers the smallest gauge scattergun that will
do the work. Then when he scores a neat shot
or makes a double he knows that the credit is
his own, that his marksmanship was the prime
factor, the gun being merely the instrument ;
and whenever the memory of his trips comes
to his mind, a pleasant thrill runs through his
nerves and he stops in the midst of his work
to mentally live that particular trip over again.
The automatic rifle or the great smashing
extreme high-power rifles are as much out of
place for deer or anything under the largest
and most ferocious game, as the eight or ten
gauge shotgun is for shooting quail.
Coming down to figures, we find that the
.32-40 high power cartridge gives an initial
velocity of 2,000 feet, a striking power at fifty
feet of about 1500 foot pounds, and a free
recoil of five and a half pounds. The .30-30
gives a trifle less velocity, and a corresponding
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decrease in Milking power. The .25-36, a
wonderfully neat cartridge, gives the
flat trajectory for a hunting cartridge with
nearly 2,000 feet initial velocity; but of course
with the smaller 117 grain bullet, the strik-
ing energy is cut down, registering about
1,000 pounds, with three and a half pounds
free recoil. This cartridge is big enough for
any game found in America and too big for
most of it. The .25-20 cartridge, probably the
nearest among modern ammunition to the old
Kentucky rifles of the frontiersmen, gives an
initial velocity of 1300 feet and a striking
energy of but 325 foot pounds — about one fifth
the power of the .32-40 and one-eighth of the
striking energy of the much vaunted .405 — yet
the daring frontiersmen faced the terrible Cali-
fornia grizzly with this small-powered muzzle-
loading rifle. What is more to the point they
got Mr. Grizzly as the few now left can testify,
although once in a while the tables were turned
and the bear got the hunter; but this might
just as well happen with one of the modern
rifles if it was not held right.
Taking the .405, we find that cartridge
giving an initial velocity of 2150 feet and a
striking energy of 3077 foot pounds. The free
recoil of this pleasant pop-gun is nearly twenty-
nine pounds! That is, the kick of this rifle
equals in force the kick of a heavily loaded
12 gauge shotgun but figures do not show the
difference in the kind of recoil. A shotgun
has a slow recoil, while a rifle — and especially
one of the modern high power arms — has a
sharp, painful kick that is entirely different
from that of a shotgun. Any one who has
ever fired one of the modern high-power rifles
knows that even the .30-30 has a recoil that can
be noticed, although it is not at all annoying
or painful. But when you take a recoil of six
times the .30-30 you are getting something
extremely undesirable. There are a number of
instances where the shooter has been kicked
off his feet neatly and expeditiously by the
recoil of this terrific arm.
There is absolutely no excuse for the exis-
tence of such an arm. We have no game that
requires a blow of 3077 foot pounds, with a
bullet weighing 300 grains and traveling at
the velocity of 2150 feet per second. When it
comes to using an arm of this class on a little
hundred and fifty pound deer with its slender
bones, well, as our comedian friends say, "It is
to laugh."
Up to a few years ago there was a strong
Si 1 1 of hunters, mostly among the older men,
wlic swore by the old .45 with either 70 or
90 grains power. They swore that no little pop-
gun like the .30-30 or .25-36 could strike a
blow equal to the big .45 calibre bullet, but
this feeling has almost died away. Even the
most stubborn of this old school have come to
see the advantages of the light rifle and
ammunition, the flat trajectory, the reduced
recoil and noise and lack of smoke, when with
all these advantages more penetration and
greater shocking power than the .45 is also
gained.
For the all round rifle, for hunting big
game, small game and middle sized game ; for
target practice and shooting the long suffering
tin can; for shooting big bullets and small
bullets ; hard bullets or soft ones ; long range
or short range ; for rabbits or bears, there is
nothing as fine as the modern .32-40 rifle with
a nickel steel barrel.
All other rifles are made with a quick twist,
with but one exception, among the new high
power rifles. This precludes using lead bullets
with full charges of black powder or low
pressure smokeless, as the bullets will not stand
the pressure but will "strip" and leave the
quick twist as though carrots were being fired
through the rifle instead of bullets. Hence the
"Short range", the "Miniature" and other
various loads made for the shooter of one of
these arms with a quick twist when he wants
to shoot his rifle at short range. These short
range or miniature loads are either a hard
lead bullet with just a pinch of powder behind
it, not enough to cause it to strip or else a
little metal-cased bullet with a reduced charge
of smokeless powder.
The .32-40 is made with a comparatively
slow twist of 16 inches as against a twist of
12 inches for the .30-30. This enables the
.32-40 to handle anything from the very softest
lead bullets with black powder, to the high
pressure loads with metal-cased bullets. If
the hunter is a gun lover, as every hunter
should be, with this rifle in possession he can
send back to our friends, the Ideal people, get
a mold for some one of the excellent .32-40
bullets, reload his own shells and get
thoroughly acquainted with his rifle before he
ever leaves civilization in search of the elusive
buck. The shell of the .32-40 cartridge is
straight taper, has no bottle-neck to break off
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in the barrel and is one of the easiest shells to
reload that can be found.
This rifle comes nearer being the much
sought, "All round Rifle" than anything on the
market and is steadily growing in popularity.
This calibre in any of the standard makes of
American sporting rifles will give satisfaction,
but the prospective purchaser should make sure
that the rifle is made with nickel steel barrel.
One of the big companies for some unknown
reason has not seen fit to climb into the band
wagon and makes some of its .32-40's with the
old soft steel barrel. This of course will not
do with high pressure cartridges. This same
company has seen fit to load the .32-40 high
velocity cartridges with a load that is inferior
in power to the load used by the other
cartridge companies, probably on account of
still using soft steel barrels on the rifles of
this calibre which would not stand the full
high pressure charge. This cartridge as loaded
by this company, gives ample power and is
perfectly reliable, but will not give the results
as shown by the figures given above.
After all, it makes very little difference as
to the rifle as long as the man behind can
shoot, but of course if he can he will find
little occasion for using a self-acting squirt
gun or a cannon on his game. To sum up :
learn to shoot and to shoot accurately before
going after the game. Learn your rifle
thoroughly. Get a rifle in harmony with the
game you seek. If you are after grizzlies get
a cannon if you wish, but you don't need one
for deer.
Once you have learned to shoot with quick-
ness and accuracy you will feel that more than
one shot at a deer at reasonable ranges is
something to be avoided, and you will see no
necessity for pouring volleys of whizzing lead
through the atmosphere to get one poor little
deer that you could kill with a club.
It may be that some time in the near future
you and a regiment of your countrymen may
be lying on the edge of some bluff, with your
back to the State you love and your face to
the Asiatic foe landing on the beach below you.
You will have game before you infinitely more
dangerous than any grizzly, and you will offer
up a fervent prayer of thanksgiving that you
learned to shoot and hit what you shot at,
before the crucial time came.
It may be that after you do learn to shoot
and become thoroughly experienced you will
still feel that the automatic or the large calibre
with its terrific force is desirable. In this
case go and get one ; you will undoubtedly
make use of it in a proper and sportsmanlike
manner, although you will be carrying around
superfluous weight and tearing unnecessarily
large holes in your game. As the gentleman
said when he took a long drink out of the
fire extinguisher, "There's no accountin' for
tastes", but don't start off on the wrong foot.
Smallarms.
NORTHWEST DEPARTMENT
Devoted to Sport in Washington, Oregon and British Columbia
Conducted by August Wolf
EPUTIES in western Montana have
reported to Game Warden Scott that
big game is plentiful and increasing,
though the outlook is not as good
as in former years for chickens,
grouse and sage hens, this being
due to the late spring and wet
weather. Good duck shooting is
promised at Hauser and Sewell lakes,
also at Havre. The best big game
shooting is said tj be on the Flat-
head and Lewis and Clark forest
reserves, where not enough hunting has been done
to spoil it. Among the big game animals which are
plentiful are elk; black-tail deer and all varieties of
the bear family, from the little brown and black bear
to the grizzly and silvertip.
It is not generally known that moose are to be
found in Montana, but the deputies reported their
presence in fair numbers on the Hell Gate river
in western Montana and on the North Fork of the
Flathead in northwestern Montana and in the Yak
basin, in the same district. There are also caribou
in the Yak basin. An idea of the plentifulness of
elk in the northwestern part of the state may be
gained from the fact that the orchardists are com-
plaining that the animals are destroying the fruit
trees. The streams are also full of trout and other
game fish.
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Former Governor Robert B. Smith o! Sunset, where
he has a big fruit ranch, said in Spokane a few
be ■• three bucks in tin- .
SO yards from the house, three weeks ago. They
played and leaped and romped with one another
like children and did not pay any attention to the
governor, standing only a few yards off. No damage
was done to the trees. However, other fruitgrowers
have not been so fortunate, the animals coming into
the orchards and rubbing the velvet off their horns
and the bark off the trees at the same time.
The open season for deer in Oregon began July
15. The last legislature changed the season, but
men who generally begin deer hunting as soon as the
season opens are making no plans to go into the
mountains until early in August. The outlook is
good for a lively season. According to the new law
the open season for buck deer is from July 15 to
November 1. It was formerly from August 15 to
November 1. The season for female deer is from
September 1 to November 1. Another change in the
law is that it is now a misdemeanor to kill dogs
cuasing deer. It was formerly illegal to hunt deer
with dogs and that provision is also contained in
the new law. Under the old law many dogs caught
chasing deer were shot and killed and the new
provision was inserted to protect owners of valuable
dogs, which would break loose and chase deer with-
out the knowledge of their owners.
Ludwig Roper, game warden in northern Idaho,
has issued 914 fishing and hunting licenses to
residents desiring the privileges granted by the
game laws of the Gem State, while the total number
issued in the city of Coeur d'Alene, 34 miles east
of Spokane, is ne;.r the 2,000 mark, which is an
increase of 100 per cent. This shows 'two things,
he says: first, that the population has greatly
increased; and that there is a wholesome respect for
the law compared with the last twelve months. Last
year he arrested nine violators of the law, while
this year there has not been a single arrest. The
law requires that all male citizens over 12 years
of age, must provide themselves with licenses, which
entitle each holder to catch 20 pounds of fish a day,
but limit the amount of fish in his possession, at
any or.e time, to not more than 30 pounds.
\Y. H. Wright, Spokane's naturalist and big game
hunter, using cameras instead of rifles and fowling
pieces, has gone into the heart of the Bitter Root
mountains, taking with him "Teddy" Clark, son of
F. Lewis Clark, and Will Richards, son of T. P. M.
Richards, also William Casteel, chef of the camp.
He was joined at Hamilton, Mont., by George Gale
and Edgar Thompson of New York, while Frank
Overturff of Darby, Mont., met the party on the
Lost Horse trail. Camp has been established on
Twin lakes and the party will pass three months
in the wilds between the south and middle forks of
the Clearwater river. At the close of the camp, Mr.
Wright will leturn to Spokane to meet Dr. Alexander
Lambert of New York, friend of President Roosevelt,
who will pass two weeks in the Northwest wilds
studying animal life.
While prospecting in the Bitter Root mountains,
near Mullan, Ida., Charles M. Delgrove and William
Davis, living at 1325 Broadway, Spokane, were
treed by a big cinnamon bear, recently, and were
forced to remain perched in the limbs more than
14 hours. The men were not armed, having dropped
their picks in fleeing from Mrs. Bruin and her
cubs. This is Mr. Davis' version of the flight
and tree-shinning experience:
"I don't want another experience like that, nor do 1
believe Delgrove would care to put in another such
a day. We thought our time had come sure enough.
We had nothing but picks when we came upon the
bear in the gulch, and I guess if the tree hadn't been
nearby some one else would be telling about what
happened. We made for camp after the bear and
her cubs left and hunted for her the next day, but
didn't see hide or hair. The trip was profitable,
though, as we located a number of mining claims
and we're going back to develop them some time
this year."
Owners of live stock ranging in the Madison
valley in Montana, east of Spokane, are elated over
the prospect of the passing of the wolf pest. These
animals have caused considerable loss during the
last few years, and despite the efforts of the owners
the wolves are increasing in numbers in the mountains,
from which they are driven in cold weather to prey
upon live stock. W. K. Selover, a hunter and trap-
per from the Beaverhead country, armed with two
Russian stag hounds and 100 steel bear and wolf
traps, has struck the trail and will pass several
months trapping wolves in the upper Madison country.
He says that the special bounty now being offered
for wolf scalps by the state makes it worth while
to attempt their capture.
Capt. John McA. Webster, Agent of the Colville
Indian reservation, north of Spokane, has made an
order to the effect that no white hunters will be
allowed privileges on the reservation this year. This
order is the result of "game hog' operators on the
reservation in the past. Large parties of duck
hunters from other parts would spend a few days
along the various lakes of the reservation and go
away leaving hundreds of dead ducks to decay on
the prairies and shore of the lakes. Captain Webster's
attention was brought to this and he accordingly
issued orders which will put a stop to hunting except
by the Indians.
Federal and State authorities have clashed over
the question of authority on the Nez Perces Indian
timber reserve in Idaho, south of Spokane, and
resulted in the arrest of Indian Agent Lipps by
Mr. Harbaugh, deputy state Game Warden, the
charge being dumping sawdust into a trout stream.
The case will be tried sometime in August. Lipps
is custodian of an Indian sawmill in the Craig
Mountain district, and for years the sawdust has
been deposited in a creek channel tributary of Big
Canyon creek, one of the best trout streams in
central Idaho. The creek is dry part of the summer,
but during the freshet season the sawdust is carried
into the creek and deposited along the banks for a
distance of eight miles below the point of con-
fluence of the two streams. The creek is outside the
boundaries of the reserve, and it is upon this position
the conviction of the Indian agent is expected, regard-
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less ot the question of authority within the
The state fish and game laws provide a severe
penalty for any person depositing or allowing to be
deposited sawdust or other deleterious matter in
such places as will permit it to be carried into a
trout stream, and several convictions of mill men have
been secured where circumstances are identical with
those at the Indian mill.
Harry Cortiwall of Hartford, Conn., was one of a
party of 10 sportsmen landing the prizes for the
biggest catches of land-locked salmon and rainbow
trout on Kootenai lake, off Kaslo, B. C, north of
Spokane. Mr. Cornwall, this season caught a fish
measuring 34 inches and weighing 19^2 pounds. The
party was composed of A. F. McLean of Tacoma,
Harry Cornwall of Hartford, Dr. J. Armstrong of
Tacoma, Perry W. Lawrence of Pullman, Wash., Dr.
B. \Y. McPhee and James Cairnes of Colfax, Wash.,
Aaron and Dolph Coolidge, John Hunner and Charles
G. Mihills of Spokane. The fishermen used 500
foot light lines with 8-ounce bamboo poles, trolling
with spoons. Mr. Cornwall said of the outing on
his return to Spokane:
"It was the finest sport imaginable. I have
whipped all sorts of lakes and streams, but I have
never had such genuine sport as on this trip. The
tackle we used rave the game plenty of play on the
line and it frequently lequired from 20 minutes to
an hour to lend the big fellows, which are plentiful
this season."
Sportsmen visiting the "swiftwater" on the upper
St. Joe river, east of Spokane, this season report
exceptionally fine fishing. The St. Joe river extends
back into the mountains from the head of navigation
at St. Joe nearly 100 miles, and is traversed in long
swiftwater boats paddled or poled by experienced
boatmen. Fred Lockley, W. F. Coleman, and F.
Hurst, T. W. Tolman and Charles E. Flagg returning
from a trip to "swiftwater" report an exciting out-
ing. They ascended the river nearly 30 miles, camp-
ing whenever night overtook them. Trout furnished
good sport. Fishing at Albany Falls on the Pend
d' Oreille river is also good. A party headed by W.
S. McCaully of Spokane, caught 50 pounds of Dolly
Varden and cut-throat trout a few days ago, the
largest measuied 33 1-4 inches and weighed 13 pounds
dressed, others ranging from five to eight pounds.
The new fish hatchery recently established under
the direction of the state superintendent at Walla
Walla, southwest of Spokane, is in operation. More
than 100,000 young cut-throat trout have been hatched
and will be ready to put out in two or three weeks.
The fish are an inch in length and are strong and
active. The capacity of the plant is sufficient to
produce 1,000,000 at one hatching, but owing to the
lateness in the season, it was impossible to procure
more eggs at this time. Officer Ben Wolf has charge
of the plant located on Mill creek, where an abund-
ance of pure water is available at all times.
Fifty dollais and costs was assessed by Justice
George W. Stocker of Spokane, against W. H. Benn
and J. A. Butler after they pleaded guilty to the
charge of dynamiting fish in the Spokane river near
Nine Mile bridge. The arrest was made by Deputy
Sheriff S. D. Doak on complaint of Game Warden
J. A. Uhlig. The men are employed on the con-
struction work of the big dam at Nine Mile bridge.
As this was their first offense the court let them off
with the minimum fine. They killed hundreds of fish,
however, firing blasts after being warned, and no
effort was made to gather them.
Ten thousand small brook trout, from the government
fish hatchery at Oregon City, Ore., were liberated by
C. M. Evans, at the head of Asotin creek, south of
Spokane, with the view of restocking the stream. The
trout were carried most of the way on horseback
across a rough mountainous country, but they arrived
in good condition, as they were shipped in such a
manner that the long trip could do them no injury.
Although Asotin creek is already famed for excellent
trout fishing, the government commission is striving
to keep the stream well stocked.
Commissioners of Stevens county, Wash., north of
Spokane, have purchased with money from the game
fund, several dozens of English pheasant eggs, and
will distribute them among poultry raisers in an
effort to get them hatched and a start of this
popular game bird established locally. The birds will
be protected by law until they have become firmly
established in this region.
Fish Commissioner Drew was in Spokane recently
and left 3,000,000 srawn at the Little River hatchery.
The last legislature appropriated $6,000 for stocking
the streams in Spokane with fish and the amount was
secured only after a hard fight by the Spokane county
delegation.
Spokane Chamber of Commerce has contributed
$250 to the fund to be used as purse money at the
big Pacific Coast handicap shoot in Spokane September
10, 11 and 12. More than $1,500 in prizes will be
distributed. At the last meeting of the Spokane Rod
and Gun club a soliciting committee, consisting of
Dr. T. H. White, F. K. McBroom, J. W. Merritt,
Paul Shellenbarger and I. Dornberg was appointed.
The Washington Water Power company has donated
the use of the Natatorium Park ball grounds for the
shoot, and it is expected to have experts from all
parts of the country.
Bagging five of the 16 big bears killed by the
party, held for weeks by snow blockades in the wilds
and living from June 1 until July 8 on game meat,
bread made from coarse flour and snow-water and
berries are a few of the experiences of Mrs. T. A.
Ireland of Colfax, Wash., south of Spokane, who
has just returned with her husband and Perry Bill-
ups from an 11-month's prospecting and trapping
expedition in the wilds of the Sawtooth mountains
near the Montana line in northern Idaho. The
party took furs of marten, mink, otter, lynx, cougar
and bear, killing also elk to supply meat for the camp.
The party left Spokane, August 1, 1906 going to
Greer, Idaho., by train from which point they went
on horseback, with pack animals to carry the
utensils and provisions, to a camp which had been
previously prepared at a place on the Clearwater,
140 miles from Greer, over the Lolo trail. They
arrived at the camp. August 26, and prospected and
hunted with varying success until the first snow-
fall. Carefully tabulated records of the snowfall
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showed ;t total depth <>f i; feet, but the greatest
depth at any one time was five feet. There was
no thermometer in their equipment, hut Mr. Ireland
taya be does not believe it got below zero at any
time.
During the snow period the time was devoted
ping, and the result is $2,000 worth of furs.
aw no signs of human beings from October 3
until their arrival at Musselshell July 8. The last
persons seen were Game Warden West and a com-
panion, who stayed at the camp for several days and
left on foot for Greer October 3. Mr. Ireland sent
his horses back to Greer immediately after his arrival
in camp.
The Ireland camp was located 25 miles south of the
trapping place of "Beaver Jack." Ullrich who is
believed to have perished during the winter. Mr.
Ireland met some of the parties who had been into
the missing man's trapping grounds in search of
him. They told him they had visited his cabin and
found it supplied with provisions, but could find no
clue to the missing trapper.
They found his lifle and a quantity of elk meat
in the cabin, and followed his tracks over the hard
snow five miles, where they discovered a cane, which
he carried, sticking in a snowdrift 20 feet deep. Their
opinion is that the trapper either was caught in a
slide, fell through a crevasse in the deep snow or was
attacked and killed by wild animals. The party
intends to renew the search. Another trapper from
Montana, who had a camp established 30 miles south
of them, is also missing, and is believed to have met
the same fate as Heaver Jack.
During May Mr. Ireland's party killed 15 big
bears, one of which was a grizzly measuring 11 feet
2 inches in length and 11 feet 6 inches from daw
Five of these animals were killed by Mrs.
Ireland.
Mr. Ireland had made arrangements with friends
in Colfax to send horses and provisions into their
camp by June 1, and a man was dispatched on the
trip, but got no farther than Musselshell, where he
abandoned the journey, owing to the deep snows in
the mountains.
They waited for the coming relief until their
provisions ran so low that they were compelled to
make the trip on foot. From June 1, until they
reached Greer, July 8, they subsisted on wild meat
with no salt or pepper, bread made from flour and
water, and what few wild berries they could find.
They made the trip from the camp to Musselshell in
six days. One hundred and ten miles of the distance
was over snow from three to 20 feet deep. It was
packed hard, however, and they made better time
there than they did after striking the open trail. Mrs.
Ireland, who is slight, weighing 120 pounds, stood
the trip better than did her husband or Mr. Eillups.
and she is enthusiastic over her experience.
CLOUDLAND
THE sky above's an ocean blue,
With many a white-cliff'd isle.
And mys*ic, shadow continents
That raise their dim profile
In tumbled hills of high-piled snow
For many a glistening mile.
Ah, could I leave this dull-hued earth,
Those pleasant seas to sail,
Where swooping squadrons come and go
Upon the bracing gale,
I'd journey up yon inlet blue
Beyond that headland pale.
And there I'd have a palace fair
All built of marble white —
The larks would be my minstrels, and
Would sing for my delight —
The sun would greet me first at dawn,
And wave me last, "Good-night."
There I'd be rich, for I would own
The opalescent sea;
The diamond-dusted Milky Way,
A shimm'ring canopy;
The sunbeam's bars of virgin gold —
And all this wealth for me!
See how the sunset gilds the peaks,
With dainty magic hand;
And paints with scintillating tint
Those pinkened portals grand —
Ah! could I tarry there awhile!
"Tis surely fairyland.
—Roy Brazel Miller.
TYPES OF ENGLISH SETTERS
INCE the organization in the
East of the new English Setter
Club, and its promulgation of a
new setter standard, there has
arisen a good deal of discussion
regarding what has been, is, and
should be the proper type of
that popular breed. Some of
the articles published are very
good in a historical way ; some
contain valuable suggestions for the student
of the breed ; some are written very evidently
for the sole purpose of fitting a standard to a
certain strain of dogs, while others are only
amusing in their misleading theories and un-
pardonable inaccuracies. These discussions
are by no means new. We have had them at
regular intervals for the last twenty-five years
or more, until it seems that every point has
been aired from the foundation of Llewellin's
kennels down to the criticisms of the English
Setter Club's late show. Clubs to "improve
the breed" have been formed from time to
time, and new standards evolved with the
same purpose in view, but after all that has
been attempted in this line, the true English
setter is yet the same beautiful, keen-working,
level-headed, all-day dog it was when Thomas
Staffer, Barclay Field and Purcell Llewellin
began mixing the South Esk, Beaudezart and
Laverack strains together. If the pictures of
old Dan, by Fields Duke out of Statters
Rhoebe — a mixture of two of these strains,
and of Llewellin's old Countess — a pure
Laverack — are reasonably true to life, no one
today need ask for better made field dogs
than either of them, nor a more perfect show
bitch than old Countess. And, notwithstand-
ing the great beauty of this bitch, and the
assertion of a recent writer that she was
erratic in her field work and could not be
relied upon, she left behind her a field trial
record that has never been equaled ; for she
won eleven trials out of twelve entries, sub-
sequently beating the same dog that defeated
her the only time she was ever beaten. But
our field trial friends, who have gone wild
over this "class" nonsense, will tell us that
she had neither speed nor range. This is
most likely true, for in the small fields where
the English trials were run neither great range
nor speed were necessary, and dogs were
broken to work to the gun, instead of to give
an exhibition of how far they could get away
from their handlers and how little attention
they could pay to their whistle. But if the
pictures of old Countess are correct, she was
built for extreme speed and wonderful endur-
ance, and had she lived in the present day,
and been placed in the hands of one of our
"class" crazed field trial men she would have
been fully as wild as the most "classy" of our
present day winners.
Dan and Countess were not of the same type,
though they had many points in common.
Both were remarkably good in the shoulders
and in depth of chest, and both were good in
legs. Countess was the better in length of body
and a bit the best in hips. In head — that
typical characteristic of the true English
setter — and in clearness of neck she was also
much better than Dan. Countess, also, had
better length of body, and must have moved
with a long, easy gallop. Among the early
importations — even though Llewellin says
he only sent us his culls — Drake, by the
Laverack Prince out of a sister of Dan, was a
fine type of the true English setter. His
shoulders sloped well back, and with his long
hips they gave him a short back with that
very desirable accompaniment, a long body
from the point of the shoulder to the whirl-,
bone below the root of the tail. He was strong
in the stifles and well bent in the hocks. His
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main fault was a lack in depth of th
Count Noble was remarkable for his great
length from the point of shoulder to the
whirlbone, yet his shoulders sloped back so
well and li i s hips were so long that his back
from coupling to top of shoulder blades was
one of the shortest. It was this formation
that accounted for his wonderful endurance
and case of going.
These were all English setters, bred in
England, and all better in one essential point
than the English (Stonehenge) standard.
That is, they were all comparatively upright
in the humerus bone, bringing the elbow well
down and forward ; thus forcing it from the
chest.
The Stonehenge standard in requiring the
elbow to be carried well back under the dog,
placed the humerus bone in such position
that when the feet were carried back in the
gallop the elbows were driven against the ribs
with sufficient force to effect the dog's wind,
unless he was "slab-sided," or without spring
of ribs back of the shoulders. Another great
mistake, not only in the Stonehenge, but in
all other standards that I have seen, is that
requiring "good depth of last ribs". There
must be room for the stifles when they are
thrown forward in the long reaches of a
rapid gallop, and with the last ribs deep there
is not the room to bring them sufficiently for-
ward to produce a long easy gait.
It is long last ribs, with too short coupl-
ings that are making most of our present
field trial dogs short gaited and with an up
and down action instead of a long easy gallop
that don't wear the dog out by the end of
an hour's heat.
Between the bench show men on the one
side and the fads of the field trial men on
the other, the English setter is very rapidly
deteriorating. This may sound like a strange
statement to come from a pronounced setter
man, but long experience, both with the shows
and the trials, compels me to acknowledge a
deplorable fact. I am aware that in making
this statement that all those who are suffer-
ing the infliction of that now prevalent
disease, class-omania, will at once dispute the
assertion, and cry in one long, resonant chorus,
"We never had such 'classy' dogs as today."
But the so-called "classy" dog of the present
day is nothing more than a degenerate. The
brains, the native bird-sense, the immovable
staunchness, the splendid nose, the level-
headed judgment and wonderful power of
endurance has been largely bred out of him,
in the craze to develop his legs. The craze
for speed, coupled with excessive interbreed-
ing, has made him nervous, excitable and weak.
If he does not fall by the wayside before his
training ( ?) is completed he is pronounced
"classy", is fast in getting over the country
for the first hour, but at the end of that time
or but little more he is about all in. His
great-grandsire was not so fast for the first
hour, but in the day's work he would cover
leagues where his descendant covers but miles.
Those bred for the show- bench are de-
generates also. This is not the result of any
fad on the part of the breeders, but it is
purely the result of incompetency on the part
of the judges. Or, it may be laid to the show
committees for engaging terrier and toy-dog
judges to award the prizes to breeds of whose
uses they had not the faintest conception. All
kinds of dogs were placed to the front, and
therefore all kinds of dogs were bred to, with
the consequence that we bred away from the
true type instead of breeding for it.
As an illustration of the degeneracy of
even our show dogs, and the variety of types
they have degenerated into, I refer to our pre-
vious illustration of four prominent winners
from the last San Francisco show, and these
are as good as the average shown any place
in America. In fact if we are to judge from
half a dozen prominent winners from the East
shown here two and three years ago, the ones
shown in the plate are much better than the
average. For some reason best known to
themselves the terrier and toy-dog judges con-
ceived the idea a couple of decades ago that the
English setter was a coarse, heavy dog, built
somewhat on the lines of a carthorse, and
began placing such dogs to the front, in con-
tradistinction to the field trial type of southern
dog which was already showing the results
of excessive interbreeding even in those days.
Thus was foisted on the public a bench show
type and a field trial type entirely dissimilar,
and one just as far away from the true type
of English setter as the other. The admirers
of this beautiful dog at once became divided
into two hostile camps, the one breeding for
the heavy imagination of the toy-dog judge,
and the other for the inbred racing machine
of the southern field trials, and the real Eng-
lish setter was lost sight of.
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Then an English setter club was organized
for the purpose of "improving the breed,"
and a new standard promulgated for the use
of bench show judges. This standard was
supposed to be a kind of harmonizing com-
promise between the two extremes. But when
the same men who formulated the new
standard were called upon to judge by it, no
two of them could agree as to the kind of
dog that fitted it. In recent years, the big
heavy dogs having mostly disappeared, the
judges have taken a new tack and throwing
all type to the winds are judging on what
they are pleased to call, form, and in select-
ing their firsts, seconds and thirds are pretty
sure to get three types of dogs for the three
places. In explanation of this haphazard
guessing, they will answer : "Well, he stands
better in front," or "He's better in legs", or
some similar reason for not being honest and
stating that they really didn't know what the
proper type of an English setter is. This, by
way of illustration, may be putting it a little
hard, but it is too near the truth for the good
of the dog, and is an important element in
his rapid degeneration.
Every man with the true instinct of the
sportsman in his heart must feel the exhilarat-
ing influence of a brilliant working dog on
game. It is this that makes the sport of our
field trials one of the most enjoyable of all
pastimes. A dog to be really brilliant must
be keen, positive, qnick and intensly interested
in his work. He must be fast, range out
well and search diligently for his game. These
are the qualities we admire and strive to obtain
through careful selection in breeding. But
the sportsman is a fadist. Fie is invariably
partial to one make of gun, one brand of
powder, one breed of bird dog. In our dis-
position to nurse these fads of ours we very
often go to such extremes as to be really
amusing to those who have other fads just
as bad as ours, but who do not happen to have
our particular fad. The fad for fast, wide
range in the bird dog, which originally meant
the diligent covering of his ground and care-
ful searching of such places as birds were
likely to be found, in as rapid a manner as
\v;is consistent with thoroughness, has, in
the minds of the latter generation of field
trial men, been nursed to a ridiculous ex-
treme. This fad for so-called "class" is
causing a degeneration in the other branch
of the family.
Once and a while one or two of a litter of
puppies revert back to their good old ancestors
and a fairly good approach to the true type of
English setter is had. But these good ones
are few and growing scarcer every year. The
great majority are apple-headed, short-muz-
zled, and snipy. They are short-bodied and
long-legged. They have lost their beautiful
coat, and the graceful sickle tail has been dis-
placed by the curled tail of the common cur.
But looks is not all they have lost in gaining
"class". They have lost the characteristic
bird sense, the lovable, disposition, the level-
headed judgment and all-day endurance of
their ancestors, and gained instead a short
hippity-hop gait that looks very fast, nervous
excitability and a disposition to get as far
away as possible in a wild run over the
country irrespective of the localities where
birds are likely to be found. In other words
they have gained "class", which may well be
interpreted as a shorter word for degeneracy.
And now to make matters worse a recent
writer in the American Field says, that the
field trial men are breeding for upright shoul-
ders, as they have found by long experience
that that formation is more conducive to speed
than the sloping shoulder. But in this he is
wrong through confounding the humerus bone,
or that bone between the shoulder joint and
the elbow, with the shoulder blade, or what
is always referred to as the shoulder of an
animal. As I have already stated the Stone-
henge standard is at fault in requiring the
elbow to be brought well under the dog. That
is the build of the cow, and the slower breeds
of dogs. Greyhounds, pointers and setters
require the formation in this respect of the
horse, that is the roadster. Take the skeleton
of a good typical setter and compare it with
that of a good roadster and they will be found
to be very similar in the relative position of
the bones of locomotion. The shoulder blades
of both will be found to slope well back, lying
at an angle of from twenty-eight to thirty-
two degrees from the perpendicular. The
humerus bone, connecting the shoulder with
the elbow will be found to be short and located
at an angle of from seventeen to twenty-two
degrees from the perpendicular, and forming
an obtuse angle with the shoulder blade of
from one hundred and twenty to one hundred
and thirty degrees. The greyhound will be
found with the shorter and more perpendicular
humerus, surpassing the horse in this respect,
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and the better the setter or pointer the nearer
he will approach the horse The angle of the
shoulder will vary but little in good ipi
oi either of these animals Another similarity
will be seen between the good dog and the
good horse; that is in the relative positions of
the femur bone, connecting the hip with the
stifle, and the lower leg bone, connecting the
hock and the pastern. These bones in
either animal, when standing straight upon
the leg, will be found to be nearly parallel
with each other, the angle of the femur being
about twenty-five degrees while that of the
shank is about fifteen. In the draft horse
and the slower breeds of dogs these bones
will be found to vary from being parallel as
much as thirty-five to forty degrees
There is no animal more symmetrical in
build than a clean built, well made roadster.
Now let us compare the relative measure-
ments of the roadster and a typical English
setter. The comparative difference between
the height at the top of the shoulder blade
and at the hips is the same in both animals.
The slope of the shoulder blades is the same.
The angle of the humerus bone is the same.
The relative position of the femur and the
shank is the same. In both, the elbow is fully
as low as the bottom of the chest. The dis-
tance of the elbow from the ground is nearly
one half the height of both animals. And
lastly the distance from the top of the
shoulder blade to the front of the hips is
closely to one-half the length from the point
of the shoulder to the whirlbone.
Of Countess Xoble, an acknowledged typical
English setter of rare beauty and rare ability
in the field, a few measurements, taken before
her death, are given by way of illustration.
Height at shoulders, 21 14 inches; height at
hips, 21 inches; elbows to the ground, 11
inches; point of shoulder to ground, 15J4
inches. Distance from top of shoulder blade
to front of hips, 12J4 inches ; distance from
point of shoulder to whirlbone, 24 inches.
Angle of slope of shoulders 32 degrees ; angle
of humerus bone 18 degrees. This bitch as a
puppy was remarkably fast, and could come
nearer catching a jackrabbit than any dog
except a greyhound I have ever seen chase
one. She received her training in all-day
hunts, in which she was given from six to
eight hours steady work. On one trip into
Lower California beginning when she was but
sis days over a year old she was worked
• \ .lay lor twenty-
six consecutive days. The only limit to her
rang!- was the finding of a bevy of birds, and
in th.' lour heats she was down when she
won the all age stake, she found every bevy
that was found It will be seen from this
that even though half of her speed was
worked out of her before the trials, she still
had enough of both speed and range to be
the outside dog and the judgment to hunt
in the right places. She ran with a long,
smooth, easy stride, because she was built on
such lines as can only make that kind of
motion possible. It was this easy, smooth
motion that gave her her remarkable endur-
ance. Here then is a type of setter that can
win in the field and win on the bench. Her
build is symmetrical and therefore pleasing.
The size and contour of the head is in keep-
ing with the body and typical of the breed.
Then like a rich frame to a handsome picture
is the beautiful coat of the real English setter.
Here is almost a perfect bench show type
which at the same time is the best of field
trial types because it produces that smooth
easy action which alone can combine speed
with endurance. But I will be answered:
"That is one of ten thousand." I'll admit it,
but there is no reason why there should not
be more. I take some credit for the produc-
tion of that bitch, for I bought her dam when
I had no use for her but to breed her to the
dog Stanford.
Stanford was the fastest dog outside of a
greyhound, that I have ever seen move. His
breeding was of the very best, being a litter
brother to Count Gladstone IV. He had the
characteristic head of the southern field trial
dog, looking more like an overgrown wart on
the end of his neck than the head of an
English setter. He had a beautiful neck; a
grand pair of shoulders; splendidly placed
elbows; a fine chest, and the shortest back
for the length of his body I ever saw placed
on a dog. His hips were long and of the
right formation. But with all this he had a
miserable head and was far too light in bone.
In short he lacked substance all over. I came
across a bitch in one of my hunts that I
believe would form a good nick for, as she
had a fine head, was heavy in bone and
altogether strong where he was weak. Stan-
ford also was closely inbred, and to offset this
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the bitch possessed a strong outcross of good
blood. The nick was a success, all the litter
being handsome, well made dogs. Uufor-
tunately the sire succumbed to pneumonia
when but a year and a half old, and I got
but the one litter by him.
I have gone somewhat into detail regard-
ing this bitch and her breeding to illustrate my
position that there need be but one type of
English setter for both the field and the bench,
if we breed for the right standard. I believe
in speed as strongly as anyone, but I want to
get my speed through that conformation that
gives a long, smooth stride and therefore
carries with it the necessary endurance for
good work. The long smooth striding dog
does not look to be going as fast as the little
short up and down jumper, but let the two
come side by side and the smooth mover goes
right away from the other. The reason for
this is that he is in no way bound or cramped
in his action. He has good length of body;
his elbow is out of the way of his lungs; his
ribs are out of the way of his stifles; and all
the bones of locomotion are so placed as to
work in harmony with each other at every
position the act of galloping brings them in-
to. This harmony of parts must produce
symmetry of contour and therefore beauty,
making it at once the type for the bench as
well as the field. If this type of dog can be
bred once by the selection of the proper form
of sire and dam, it can be produced again and
two of such bred together would be apt to
reproduce themselves once in a while. By
mating the best of these, an intelligent breeder,
able to select correctly the proper type for
reproduction could in a few years give us a
strain of setters possessing the highest type
of bench beauty with that physical confor-
mation which combines speed and endurance.
By careful selection also he could get back to
the level-headed judgment and consistent per-
formance of the past. Mr. Thdhias, who is
now taking great interest in the breed, may
prove to be the Llewellin of America, or in
other words the Moses that will lead us out
of the wilderness this craze for "class", and
the imagination of toy-dog judges have lost
us in. But if he does, he must start right
with a perfect understanding of the desired
type, clearly defined in his eye. He will never
breed them from a sirdar or a bitch of the
bad type of an Eloree. It will be an accident
if he should find another Stanford in shoulders
and length of body, or another bitch at this
day with the grand head and splendid bone
possessed by the one with which he was so
successfully mated. Either of the first three
pictures in the group referred to will
furnish him the best types he will be able to
begin with though each is faulty in places.
Mariposa, at the top of the group is more than
good in neck and front, but he is too leggy,
lacks a bit in depth of chest and is faulty" in
his quarters. Mallwyd Bob, the second dog,
has a quite good head, very good front, about
right in length of legs, but lacks in neck and is
not good in quarters. Cato's Frank, the third
in the group, is grand in quarters and better
in back than either of the others, but while 'he
is fine in chest and spring of ribs, he is
faulty in shoulder formation. But if we expect
to breed good ones we must commence with
sires and dams strong in some desirable
point. An evenly built dog, fairly good at all
points is not the foundation upon which to
build superiority. But with a foundation
strong at a given point until we can reproduce
it, crossed onto another equally strong at
some other we may reasonably expect in time
to breed the perfect combination of field
and bench form, which is nothing more than
a well balanced, symmetrically built animal on
such lines as will enable the dog to move
easily, smoothly and rapidly, giving him
grace of action and power of endurance. Add
to this a proper head and handsome coat and
you have the true type of English setter.
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WES TERh FIELD
FROM THE HANDLER'S VIEW
EDITOR OF WESTERN FIELD, Dear Sir: I
promised to write a letter to your magazine
on the little troubles that have loomed up in
recent years between the members of the Pacific
Coast Field Trials Club and the dog trainers of the
Pacific Coast who make it their business to work
for men who own and run dogs for sport in Field
Trials. But after due consideration I think it much
better not to have our little affairs made public. A
certain few of the members — or rather would-be
reporters and critics — have made some remarks about
the handlers that won't mend matters very much; in
fact some of the remarks are uncalled for, and I
may strike back a little later on this point.
What is a Field Trial Club? It is composed of
sporting gentlemen who love their friend the dog,
and it is intended for the improvement of the setter
and the pointer. The handlers are a class of men who
make their business to train and handle such dogs
at ' Field Trials. We have it mouthed out by a
certain member and critic that the pups and dogs that
took part in 'the Pacific Coast Trials last held were
not trained. This goes to say that the handlers are
duping the members, charging them for work which
is not -done, work required to make a good field dog.
The party who wrote this, I .am sorry to say, cannot
get duped, as I have not known him to run a pup
or a dog for fifteen years. His long suit seems to
be the devotion of his time to the criticizing of
other men's work and the work of the dogs, and
the decision of the judges and the trials; in fact he
has only seen one dog or rather a bitch — in the
trials so far held on this Coast, and he .never for-
gets to tell us all about this great prodigy.
ed man makes a poor reporter
lay be a man of letters, but plain
vant to read in public print. We
ons dished up as reports of Field
States. If reporters would only
one would know what was being
*y reporter thinks he knows more
net
Now, a prej
of any kind. £
facts are what ■
have too many
Trials all over th
give us plain fact
recorded. But evi
than the judges, not only at Field Trials but at the
bench shows also. I admit that there are some
very good painstaking reporters, and I have seen
such men at the Pacific Coast Field Trials of late
Now I want to say a little about poorly broken
dCgS — "rabbit chasers," that seem to be the biggest
trouble with the critics and others. I have been at
Held Trials as early as the great Countess Noble, and
I have seen more ' or less rabbit chasing at every
trial I have attended — and that too by some of the
best pups and dogs that ever started at a trials on
the Coast — and I expect to see more of it so long as
the Club runs off its trials amidst a pest of jack-
rabbits numbering usually about ten for every quail
on the grounds. The field trial grounds in Kern
County are much the hardest grounds on which to
get out the most of a pup, or even of an old dog,
of any field trial grounds on the Coast or even in
America, for the following reasons:
First, the weather as a rule is dry and hot, which
will burn up the scent of a single quail in a few
seconds. Then you have the jackrabbit pest to
contend with, and coupled with this you have the
cunningest little running game bird in the United
States and perhaps in the whole world — birds. which
give the dogs much more trouble to locate and point
than any other known. We have all this to account
for all the poor showing pups make at trials. All
critics ought to know this and make some allowances
for the very spirited youngster at his first season's
work. It is rhe men who do not take all this into
consideration that make the strong remarks about
"poorly broken" dogs.
It is possible to break any pup in its first season's
work with the lash and spike collar, but when this is
done what have you left? A cowed shooting plug.
Will such dogs as this win a place under the sharp
eye of a class judge? They may with some of our
California judges who are looking for a shooting
dog — or what is termed a good shooting dog, which
by the way a great many men don't know anything
at all about — but they would never stand any show
to be placed under a class judge; and if we are
coming down to this class of field trial dogs in
California, we had better change our blood and field
trial strains that we have been breeding for years for
class, speed and range — for the bold going dog in
short that can find and point his bird. I could write
a book on such dogs and their work afield, but perhaps
I have said enough at one time, and we handlers are
just waiting for some new rules the Club is about
to enforce, and after they come out I may write
another letter in our behalf.
In the mean time, let good fellowship prevail, and
let us have the record trials on your 25th anniversary.
W. B. COUTTS.
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TENNIS
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THE TWENTY-THIRD ANNUAL CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT
OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA
HUivtr. itr.l fo
i u Ajigelea
By JOS. DAILY
I ALL my experience at tennis tourna-
ments where it has been my pleasure
t<> Bcore many of the most important
events west of the Rockies n be-
hooves me to state that the 23rd
annual championship tournament for
championships of Southern California
held 011 the courts of the Venice
Country Club at Venice, Cal., was
to a moral certainty the most suc-
cessful event of its kind evei held
in California, if not in any other
tennis center— and as a fitting climax to a successful
neck's play the finals in every event played on the
last day of the tourney were of that hair-raising
variety that held the large concourse of spectator*
speechless at times and frantic at others, especially
m« in the challenge match between Melville Long of
San Francisco and Harold Braly of Los Angeles —
champions of Pacific States and Southern California
respectively.
scientific tenuis this was certainly the
ever played here, and admitting the fact
was not the player, physically, that he
was last year, he certainly played magnificently and
was within one point of the match on six different
5, and up to the very finish the outcome was
extremely doubtful.
Long's playing was a revelation; he had every
strike known to the game at his command and
executed them with that unerring precision that
reminded me much of Malcolm Whitman— ex-cham-
pion of United States mi his visit to the Coa^t some
years since. In both Long and Braly I have no
hesitancy in declaring that California has two very
likely candidates for National honors should they
turney East for the big championship events.
A total of games played gave Long 35 and Braly 34,
which goes to show the extreme closeness of the
affair. Both these players will very likely figure
in another battle royal at the fourth Annual Tourna-
For good
best contest
thai Braly
Santa Barbara,
the surprise of many
in a \ ery interesting
the finals disposed of
ongest teams in Cali-
fornia— after a grueling argument lasting the full
five sets: scote 6-3, 2-6, 6-4, 4-6, 6-4. Ami in the
challenge match against last year's champions, Sins
abaugh and Browne, had a lead of tun sets
and the score was six games all when darkness
necessitated a pi istponement.
ment to be given at Hotel Potl
August 21-24.
Variel and Wayne greatly to tl
defeated Long and Gardner in
match, score 7-5, 6-3, and in
Way and Bell one of the si
Melville X. Long
Pac, Coast Champion
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Special Ladies' Singles
The Ladies doubles were very interesting am
matches were hotly contested; Miss F. Sutton
Miss Alice Scott were the strongest team but
forced to their utmost in their match against
Farquhar an(
Mr
Mrs. Bruce, which they won by 6-4,
6-3. Miss Peralta and Miss Sterling defeated Miss
Browne and Miss Bundy by 6-2, 6-1 in a match the
closeness of which is not indicated by the score.
The final match in this event was a clever exhibition
on the part of Miss Sutton and Miss Scott, who
took advantage of every opportunity offered and won
out in dashing style by 6-1, 6-2.
The junior singles was one of the great attractions,
and brought together the two most promising young-
sters in these parts in the persons of Ward Dawson
and AY in f red Mace; these players have met in three
tournaments recently: at Ojai, in the inter-scholastic
which Mace won 6-4, 7-5; at Southern California
Miss Mary Brown
"The Coming Champion"
courts class tournament, where Dawson won 6-4, 7-5;
and at Country Club tourney week of July 4 last,
when Dawson again won by exactly same score.
Mace succeeded in disposing of Dawson after a
spirited contest on "this last occasion by the close
score of 6-3, 5-7, 6-4, thus becoming Junior champion
of Southern California, a title won last year by Harry
Rogers.
Miss F. Sutton was conceded to have a walk over
in the open singles but in the final match had to
extend herself considerably in disposing of Miss Alice
Scott to whom she lost the first set by a 7-5 score,
winning the next two 6-3, 6-1.
In the challenge match of this event Mrs. B. O.
Bruce lost the title of lady champion to her sister,
Miss F. Sutton, not however without a stubborn
struggle by a score of 9-7, 6-4.
Miss Sutton and S. M. Sinsabaugh captured the
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Miss Fisher
New York Expert
Jos. Daily
Pacific Coast Professional Champion
Instructor in Tennis
mixed doubles event in a slashing final match with
Mrs. Bruce and T. Bundy, score 6-8, 7-5, 6-2.
Miss E. Peralta deserves great credit for the clever
manner in which she won the ladies special event, in
which she defeated that sterling young expert Miss
Mary Browne 5-7, 6-3, 6-2, and then took the final
from Miss Fisher of New York, a player of no
mean ability, by a score of 4-6, 6-4, 6-2.
In regard to the courts, management, etc., too
much praise can not be bestowed upon the different
committees having the affair in charge for the able
and efficient manner in which the large number of
daily visitors were taken care of and the promptness
with which the matches were played off. The courts
were (thanks to the Country Club directors) in
excellent condition and the weather conditions were
absolutely perfect.
Long received one grand ovation at the conclusion
of his match with Braly and, much as we would have
liked to keep the championship here, it was indeed
a pleasure to note the true sportsmanlike manner in
which the local people took the defeat of their idol;
and be it said that never has a player so gracefully
acknowledged defeat as did the ex-champion.
Another pleasing feature was the return to the game
of four past-masters of the art, namely R. A. Rowan,
J. S. Cravens. D. McGilvray and Conde Jones. Con-
sidering that this was their first tournament appear-
ance in years all did extremely well. Cravens and
McGilvray defeated Rowan and Jones 9-7, 6-4, and
Frink and Roehrig 8-6, 6-1, but succumbed to the
Roger Brothers, a very likely team of youngsters, by
a score of 6-4, 6-4.
The score disks on each scorer's stand— an inven-
tion of Mr. R. H. F. Variel — were not only a great
cenvenience to the scorers but to the spectators as
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well, and were plainly seen from all parts of the
grounds; the progress of each match could be easily
noted. Pending the issuing of patent I will not at this
time give an accurate description of the same.
There were 19 entries in the consolation event, but
many defaults. It was won by A. J. Gowan, who
beat J. Holmes 6-3. 3-6. 6-2; quite a good exhibition
but won by superior steadiness.
I We regret that lack of space debars us from
printing the full scores in detail. Ed.]
THE COUNTRY CLUB AT THE VENICE QF
AMERICA
VENICE has the only complete Country Club im-
mediately on the Pacific Coast. There are
four first-class tennis courts, a cricket field and
athletic park, trap shooting and a rifle range.
Opportunities for canoeing, rowing, sailing and for
launches either on still water or on the Ocean, are
furnished at Venice by the Lake and canals for
inland water and by the Venice Breakwater on the
Ocean. Fishing and hunting facilities are available
in the nearby mountains, through preserved duck
grounds and on the Pacific.
The club building is beautifully located on high
ground with the Pacific Ocean on one side and the
Sierra Madre and its wild peaks on the other. A
rich section with villas and homes is rapidly grow-
ing between the Sierra and the Sea. It is an
ideal situation for a Country Club.
There are some thirty bedrooms foi
kitchen, dining-rooms, library, billiard r
gentlemen,
urns and a
THE PACIFIC COAST MAGAZINE
Some Southern Tennis Playe
smokers,
special addition for the ladies. Besides the usual
club functions, matches, tournaments
the ladies have one afternoon and 01
week for cards and entertainment. The
Courts are lighted by electric festoons and a:
for dancing by the aid of a tight stretched
This out-door dancing in the sheltered courts
artistic and comfortable and these dancei
become celebrated.
The Club is accessible by trolley every few :
from the two adjoining cities of Santa Monica and
Ocean Park, and from all parts of Venice. Los
Angeles is about a thirty-five minute run by "Flyer"
on the electric.
ng each
both
have
linutes
All of the wonderful attractions of the Venice
of America are close by, so that splendid music, social
entertainments and many and varied amusements are
at hand for rest and recreation. One thing at
Venice has no superior in the world; this is the
bathing. On the Venice Lake is the beautiful plunge
witu gymnastic apparatus, also tub and sanitary bath-
ing, sun room, etc., with still water bathing in the
Lake. On the Ocean side is the great open air
plunge, the largest heated plunge in the world, with
dry, sweet and sunny dressing rooms and the
finest and safest surf beach in the world. This
beach is of fine sand with no gravel, no holes and
no currents. The Breakwater gives one the choice
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of wh.it .mi. nint of surf one wants. There is music
at the fashionable bathing hours between ten and
twelve.
her the Venice Country Club is an atirac-
and charming institution, and the best of it all
IK, hospitable ana progressive member-
of the Club.
• ••
NOTICE TO SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA CLUBS
THERE will be an important meeting of the Board
of Directors of the L. A. County Garni
Protective Association. Thursday afternoon,
September 25, at 1 :30 o'clock, at the Chamber of Com-
merce. Los Angeles, at which meeting arrangements
will be made for the meeting of the St.iu- Came and
Fish Protective Association, to be held there November
8. 9 and 10. 190". Be sure and attend. It has been
suggested to hold a State Rifle Tournament, State
Blue Rock Tournament, a Fly Casting and Bait Cast-
ing Tournament at the same time, in order to have a
grand conclave of sportsmen of the State of Cali-
fornia. You arc therefore kindly invited to send one
or more delegates to act for your Club to assist in
making arrangements for such a meeting, and we
earnestly hope you will not disappoint us, but be
present.
• ••
FOR "BIG FISH" ANGLERS
TWO clubs of especial interest to those who angle
for the salt water giants are the Santa Catalina
Island Tuna Club of Avalon. Cal., and the
Aransas Pass Tarpon Club, Tarpon. Tex.
The requirements for membership in the former
are:
Active Blue Button Members: Open to those who
have taken a Tuna of not less than 100 pounds on
rod and reel, rod to measure not less than six feet
nine inches in length, tip to weigh not more than
sixteen ounces. By tip is meant that part of the rod
from the reel seat to the tip. The line must not ex-
ceed standard twenty-four strands. Those who qualify
in this class, and are regularly elected receive the
Blue Tuna Club Button.
Active Red Button Members: Open to those who
have taken a Tuna of not less than fifty pounds on
rod and reel. The tips must not be less than live
feet in length and must not weigh more than six
ounces: no restrictions as to length, size or weight of
butt. The line must be a standard nine thread linen
line. Those who qualify in this class and are regu-
larly elected receive the Red Tuna Club Button.
Associate Members: Those who are skilled rod and
reel fishermen and earnest advocates of true sport as
understood by members of the club, and who are
regularly elected. A pin badge, fac simile of Tuna
Club Pennant, will be issued (if desired) to associate
members.
Rules: Anglers must bring fish to gaff entirely
unaided. The fish must be reeled in fairly; a broken
rod either before or after gaffing disqualifies the
angler, it being assumed to display a lack of skill.
Membership is open to amateurs only, professional
fishermen or those engaged in allied industries and
members of their families are barred.
All catches must be reported at once to a member
of the weighing committee, weighed in his presence
and posted. Tackle must be exhibited with the fish,
no allowance for shrinkage. Anglers shall fish with
but one rod at a time and take fish absolutely un-
aided.
Initiation Fees and Dues: Active Members — $5.00
upon election, and $5.00 per annum. Associate Mem-
bers— $2.50 upon election, and $2.50 per annum.
For further information address, L. P. Streeter, Sec-
retary. Avalon, Cal.
THE Aransas Pass Tarpon Club, with headquarters
at Tarpon Inn, Tarpon, Tex., is holding its first
progressive tournament this year < March 1 —
December 1, 1907). The club has been organized for
the purpose of encouraging the use of licrht tackle in
taking tarpon in the waters of Aransas Pass, for the
protection of tarpon and in the interests of a higher
standard of sport. The initiation fee is $5.00 and
The officers are L. P. Streeter.
;ident: W. B. Leach. Palestine,
sident; A. \V. Hooper, Boston,
-President; J. E. Cotter, Tarpon,
J. E. Prlueger. Akron.
dues.
Pasadena. Cal.. Pre
Tex., First Viee-Pr
Texas, Secretary -Tre: _
Ohio, Corresponding Secretary.
Membership: Membership in the club is open to
amateur fishermen only, who have caught in the
waters of Aransas Pass on light tackle according to
the rules of the club a tarpon of not less than four
feet six inches.
Buttons: A silver button will be presented to each
member landing a tarpon, the- length of which shall
not be less than four feet six inches.
A gold button will be presented to each member
landing a tarpon, the length of which shall not be
less than five feet six inches.
Rules: First — The line used must be a standard
nine thread linen line. Fifteen feet of the line must
be turned in with the catch at the time of measuremnt.
and, if on examination, the line is found to be of
extra size and strength, the catch will be disqualified.
Second
pieces, and the minir
butt, must not be les;
be less than five feet
more than six ounces,
the rod from the reel seat to
ust be a wood rod of two
length of same, including
i six feet. Tips must not
ngth. and must not weigh
(by tip is meant that part of
d of rod) no restric-
to length, size or weight of butt.
Third— There must not be over six inches of line
doubled back at the tie, and length of leader shall not
exceed thirty-six inches.
Fourth — Anglers competing for membership or prizes
shall submit their tackle for inspection to one of the
Measuring Committee for approval. Tackle shall also
be submitted for inspection when catch is measured.
Fifth— Every angler must bring his fish to gaff un-
aided, and the fish must be reeled in. A broken rod
either before or after gaffing disqualifies the catch.
Sixth — Fish must be measured at the office of R. E.
Farley, official scaler of the club. For further in-
formation alddress, J. E. Cotter, Secretary and Treas-
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ADJ'ERTISEMEXTS
[JRADjflOPICS
JOHN C. CLARK
IS with the most poignant regret that we an-
nounce the death of one of Western Field's best
friends, Mr. John C. Clark, president and treas-
of the Clark Engraving and Printing Company,
Milwaukee. Wis.
Mr. Clark
gentlemanly
business connectii
times. He had
keen young sportsman, cle
spor
and
able
lovable
and
companion at all
peculiarly bright and promising
career ahead of him and his untimelv taking off
entails a severe loss to the business circles of his
city, and a greater one upon the thousands of friends
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CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER
Frontispiece—" Doing His Part."
An Autumn Ballad (Verse) Ed-ward Ells-worth Hipsher
On the Salt Marsh Tom Vettch
Summit Land (Verse) Zoe Hart man
The Lure of Autumn Days Harry H. Dunn
Quail (Verse) Charles Elmer Jcnney
English Sport— Part III— Deer Stalking R. Clafham
My Dream (Verse) Harry T. Fee
Alone the Rio Pecos T. Shelley Sutton
October Thrift (\ erse) Sinclair Lewis
When the Teal Come In "Don Ramon"
To the Frozen El Dorado— Part II John F. Sugrue
Sonnet Sam Exton Foulds
Animal Courage-Part I F. W. Retd
Autumn's Coming (Verse) Stacy F. Baker
In the Golden Days (Verse) Grace G. Crowell
The Coup of W. Dugan Maurice Smiley
South Coast Shooting— Part IX.— The Band Tailed Pigeon " Sttllhunter"
An Indian Cry Emily J. Hamilton
A Vagabond's Religion (Verse) Marian N. Baker
Two Days with the Cans E. Van Antwerp
Manoeuvres of the Hunted R. Clapham
Rest, but Rest Right H. H. Mac hall
Spray from Spokane August Wolf
Yachting— 1907 Race for the Perpetual Cup Arthur In&ersley
Gunshyness in the Dog H. T. Payne
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AN AUTUMN BALLAD
THERE'S a crimson on the gum-tree
'Mid the cedars on the hill;
From the purple-laden plum-tree
Sings the locust, lodd and shrill; '
Through the hickory's dress of yellow
Frisks the squirrel, up and down;
And the hawthorn's fruit is mellow
When the nuts are turning brown.
All the air, with music thrilling.
Vibrates over hill and glen;
From the elm-top comes the trilling
Of the wild ecstatic wren;
And the gay lark, southward soaring,
Drops a patting sonnet down;
Nature's cup is overpouring
When the nuts are turning brown.
Ah! 'tis gladness now to ramble
O'er the russet covered ground,
Through the thicket or the bramble
Rich in autumn's glory crowned;
For felicity the sweetest
Fills the soul, its cares to drown,
And our, living is completest
When the nuts are turning brown.
— Edward Ellsworth Hipsher.
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ON THE SALT MARSH
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By Tom Veto b
[E eastern shore of the great-
est seaport in which Pacific
waters ebb and flow, south
from where t lie transconti-
nental railroads end, is low
and marshy. There the even
curves of the rolling liills be-
come straight as they ap-
proach the broad bay, and a
wide belt of dark grey salt
marsh, miles long and containing thousands
of flat acre-, separates the land proper from
the unbroken waters. Tins marshland is
laced with winding, shimmering sloughs
that lead into, and through it, from the
bay — some large and deep enough to ac-
commodate a puffing launch at the lowest
ebb, and others so small and shallow that
only the highest tides cover the blue mud
of their bottoms. Along these winding salt
streams grow water oats, and sometimes
on the higher marsh the dodder flames, and
here and there, away in at the base of the
brown hills where some freshwater stream
makes its way to oblivion in the wide
marsh, tall cat-tails flourish and straight
tules grow, rank on rank. And sometimes
out on the bay side of the marsh, when the
wind and waves have heaped the sand into
low, yellow dunes, small, tough, dwarfed
bushes are found.
And this marsh is not the dead moor,
to be regarded with awe, that many people
deem anymarsh — there is animal and vege-
table life there the year around, and the
moving life is the most interesting. The
great brown rats, that can swim as well as
they can run, are always there; and the
little busy marsh wrens; and a small throt-
tled, brown sparrow, that is a sociable, but
rather a quiet, fellow. And at low tide
numberless little crabs, the largest the size
of your hand, scurry over the smooth mud
flats, or crawl this way and that, sidewise,
in search of food — leaving little trails in
the ooze. •
Always there may be found animal life
there in that great marsh, but it is when
the- uplands bave taken on the dead tones
of winter, when the southeast wind sweeps
the swirling rainstorms over lowland and
hills, that it is most plentiful. Then the
waterfowl haunt the sloughs, and the
waders dot its flats, and from the grasses
the rail calls. Canvasbacks, spoonbill, mal-
lard, teal, sprigtail, now and then a widgeon,
golden eye, ruddy ducks, bluebill, willets,
jack-snipe, rail, plover, curlew, phalaropes —
all may be found there of a short winter
day. True, in some portions of this great
marsh they may be found in greater pro-
fusion— for some of this lowland is patri-
cian, and some is plebeian, and some belongs
to the state; and on this state land is the
winter life the scarcest.
Nevertheless, there it is that many men
betake themselves when they feel that the
ducking pictures their minds have conjured
up after the opening day must be verified —
and this is of when I was of these many.
I remember how cold it was early that
morning as we stood on the little landing
built of odds and ends and waited for the
boatman to bring us our skiff and wooden
decoys. There were some thirty of these
and they completely filled three old, muddy
sacks in the bow of the boat. The sky
was overcast with a fairy filament of mist
that hardly obscured the light of the stars,
and when we started on our two-mile pull
to the reed blind there were no signs of
dawn over the eastern hills.
The first mile of our row was across a
shallow bay, and for ten minutes the only
sounds were those of the rusty oarlocks,
the dip of the oars, and the soft dripping
of the water from them. Then a great
splashing and whistling broke the stillness
ahead. Wc had run into a flock of canvas-
back, and although we could not see them
we stopped and listened to the whish-
whishing of their wings until it died away
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The Salt Marsh
in the distance. Then we rowed on as the
sky in the east paled.
Soon in the dim half-light ahead we could
see the low, dark outline of the marsh. It
became clearer as we approached, and we
headed for a break in the low wall where
we knew a large slough entered the bay.
The tide was ebbing, and in the brighten-
ing light we could see smooth, sloping,
dark-grey mud flats stretching along the
shore — and ahead of us a little band of
willets arose from the mud, calling. Then
we were in the slough, the mud banks on
either band, and one almost continually
in front as well, for the slough twisted
hither and thither with seldom more than
fifty yards of straightness in it.
Just as the east was beginning to glow
we heard the low calls of some ruddy
ducks around a bend ahead, and as I
dropped in the bottom of the boat in readi-
ness my companion left off his rowing and
started to scull. When we swung around
the little point of blue mud at the bend we
came onto the ducks, and as I arose two
golden eye started up. They afforded an
excellent chance for a pretty double, which
was scored. The ruddy ducks, bewildered.
did not rise until I had fired my second
barrel. There were four of them and three
skimmed directly away, affording my com-
panion no chance for a shot, but the fourth
turned and swung past the boat. At the
roar of the gun the little brown ball whirled
over, quite dead, and when we picked it
up the pure white patch by its eye had
become red, explaining why the bird had
whirled so suddenly.
We continued on our way to the blind,
and fired our guns but once again — at a
high-flying band of spoonbills — until we ar-
rived. The blind was built of broken reeds
and dead grasses, and was situated on the
south bank of the slough midway on a
stretch of some two hundred yards of open
water. The decoys were all set, the boat
hidden, and we ourselves snugly ensconced
in the blind before sunup.
We had been down perhaps five long
minutes when the first shot came. It was
a lone canvasback and he was in sight for
three hundred yards as he came directly
toward the wooden lures. Something scared
him as he was curving directly over us and '
he started to soar, but at the second shot
he crumpled up, and the best bird of the
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d. \ short while
after two teal whistled by, and one stopped,
and then it was a full half hour before our
guns were raised again, but when we did
ilong their barrels it was at the most
exciting moment of the day.
We both <aw them at once — eight golden
eye — as they swung low down the slough.
\\ e crouched, and it seemed an age before
we saw them through the reeds putting
their feet out to stop in the decoys. They
did not seem to see us as we rose and my
first barrel Stopped two. When the fusillade
ended three birds were dead in the decoys
and mj' partner was jumping up and down
on the bank yelling to look out for a
cripple. Just then directly in front of him
the supposed cripple came up and rose out
of the water with an alacrity that denied
the presence of shot beneath its feathers.
It surprised him into a clean miss for the
first barrel, but the second told, and our
ninth bird was down.
At intervals the birds continued to come
for an hour — some more golden eye, a
brace of spoonbills, a skimming score of
ruddy ducks, half a dozen canvasback, and
a lordly drake mallard. And then there
was nothing to do for a long time but nap,
and rest, and watch the little crabs in the
mud, and the brown rats — until the evening
flight.
When the evening flight was finished and
thi darkness was fast settling we counted
our birds — twenty-six — and then started
down the winding slough homeward ; satisfied
with our modest day's sport, tired and hungry,
and hoping that in the years to come we
may enjoy sport as good on the salt marsh.
SUMMIT LAND
i.
IX YOUR saddle firmly sit,
1 Give your horse the rein and bit;
Up the rocky slope we go,
Scrambling forefeet, heads bent low;
Over mossy logs and brown,
Where the springtime flood came down.
Passing pines by breezes fanned,
Zephyrs straight from Summit Land.
II.
Ho! the upland parks appear,
Haunt of antlered elk and deer.
Vastly rolling grass plateau,
Dwarfing pigmy plains below.
Gallop far and gallop wide,
Majesty on every side;
Peaks loom up now, close at hand,
Picket guards in Summit Land.
III.
Lo! the hush of twilight falls
On these fissured mountain walls.
Every crest in sunset dips,
World below in dim eclipse,
Eagle's nestlings lulled to sleep.
Deep communes alone with deep.
Shall I see the Unseen Hand
Draw the shades in Summit Land?
IV.
Land of Silence! Land of Thrall!
Where was fashioned nothing small.
Grand, serene, untamed, you lie
In the bosom of the sky.
Ah! could you impart to me
Your godlike sublimity,
I should need no heights, to stand
All my days in Summit Land!
— Zoe Hartn
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In the Autun
THE LURE OF AUTUMN DAYS
By Harry H. Dunn
PRING draws me forth from my
rain-bound shelter to view a
world of a thousand wonders ;
to see where the towhee and the
horned lark and the shrike and
the mockingbird have hid their
homes ; to hear the love-call of
the quail, whistling "sweetheart,
sweetheart," through the brush ;
to feel the sap leaping up the
mottled branches of the greening sycamores
and beneath the rough bark of the lowland
willows ; to lie on sprouting sod beneath a
branching, heavy-canopied oak whose solemn
stolidity is broken by the wandering winds
that shake it into laughter above my head.
With the summer comes the infinite mystery
of new life: the rabbit with her young in their
grassy "form" beneath the willow tangle, the
quail with her downy brood scattering to the
four winds of heaven at the cry of alarm, the
never-silent oriole family, pendant in their
woven cradle from the very tip of some syca-
more or eucalyptus-branch ; and, more than all
the rest, the occasional glimpse of things un-
known which comes to the wanderer in sum-
mer.
But it is autumn that draws my heart !
Autumn with her red-hot days, cold nights and
sweeping winds that freeze or sear. Then the
corn fields, their golden shocks in orderly
array, with gleaming pumpkins in between,
whisper of cornbread and pumpkin pies — for
even in Our Italy the things of the flesh be-
times intrude themselves like a spade in four
hearts.
Autumn cornfields, however, hove another
use besides sheltering pumpkins: They shelter
unnumbered hordes of doves. Time was when
I did not know this, when I passed by the corn-
field for the wheat stubble ; but now I know
different. I don't shoot many doves, albeit I
like to eat them, because I cannot bring myself
to believe them a game bird, but this is the
way I got acquainted with the cornfield and
the doves.
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An Auti:
al Afterglo
All round this cornfield, which did not cover
more than ten acres, was wheat and barley
stubble. In it guns were popping — half a
dozen at every harried dove that drove head-
long from its evening watering place to a roost
in the oak-grown hills that everywhere lay
roundabout. I started through the cornfield,
down the track made by a broad bedded wagon
into whose maw the farmer had swooped the
ripened ears. At the first shock there was the
flutter of wings and a dove rose, moved to the
third tower of dried stalks and dropped to
earth again.
I was surprised ; doves are not corn-eaters,
but here were doves in the cornfield. There
may be "nature-fakers", but there are no
natural fakes. Behind every trick in the out-
doors there's a reason. The little sixteen
slipped over into my right arm, my thumb
slid the safety back and when, at the next
corn shock, three doves got up, I dropped one
and missed clean with the other barrel.
The shot seemed to stir up a million of the
birds. They were everywhere, apparently just
resting and hiding out from the hunters who
made a fringe around their customary feeding
ground. I examined the crops of the six doves
which I killed that evening and found not a
grain of corn in any one. It was evident they
had not been feeding in the corn field, though
their crops were fairly filled with the black,
buckwheat-like seeds of the turkey mullein,
the favorite food of mourning doves through-
out the southwest.
Suspecting that the birds might be feeding
on seeds other than corn, I searched the parts
of the plot in which I hunted, finding not even
one plant of fireweed nor one of turkey mul-
lein. The birds, then, had gotten "wise" to
the schemes of the hunters and had taken to
the cornfield, while others, not so skilled in
the art of saving their lives, flew overhead to
make pot-pies for the hunters.
Undoubtedly these cornfield birds fed at
night or in the early forenoon — another trick
they must have learned for themselves and
a habit totally foreign to the daily life of the
dove family. None of the hunters had thought
to search for their game in the corn field, and
I stumbled upon a novel phase of bird life all
because the autumn had called me, not be-
cause I shot doves for pleasure or for meat.
Don't you know, too, that there is a peculiar
flavor to the air of the after-months of the
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165
year. Autumn, even in the Lands of the Sun,
is a sort of freshening time, a bracing up for
the rainy season which is to garb all nature
anew for the summer season.
It seems good just to be out. The fringe
of green-leaved acacia trees around father's
place is heavy with masses of fuzzy golden
balls of bloom. In the hills the "Spanish
Daggers" are rearing last long shafts of
creamy bells to the sun; and where the creek
babbles through the willows and water beeches
and sycamores, here and there a scarlet bugle
splashes the greens and grays with its sudden
burst of fire.
The very air of Autumn breathes such magic
words as "quail!" and "rabbit!" In the dust
of the road you see the queer, scratched hiero-
glyphs of the cottontail ; even in the suburbs of
town, where there are plenty of dogs and boys,
the script in the dust shows many and many a
bunny. In the day-times they hide in the
hedges, in the berry vines, in the alfalfa
patches and even under the houses.
From the thickets, out of the vacant spaces
where one would little dream of their exist-
ence, the three-toed tracks of the quail lead up
and down and across the road, never seeming
to have any business anywhere with anybody,
but disappearing a mile or two farther on into
the hills when day creeps out to let the world
free.
And every time you take a trip down a coun-
try road in the autumn you are convinced that
the boys of today are not made of the same
stuff that you and I and the boys of "our" day
were made. If they were, you argue, there
wouldn't be so many quail tracks ; and there
would be a few rabbit snares among the rows
of blackberries — a few old-fashioned "rigger
four" traps down by the sweetcorn patch, and
some of those other trifles that we as boys
took as a matter of course and to which we as
' men would give ten years of our lives to
return.
Ever shoot cottontails in the California hills
in the fall? Just after the first or second
rain, I mean, when the grass is up half an
inch or so and every rabbit sits up clear cut
against the hill, just out of range of the shot-
gun, but a fine target for the .22 or the .25-20.
There is one of the finest games of the out-
doors, one of the prime allurements of the
autumn time.
I used to have a dog, little and not much
to look at, but a terror to rabbits and ground
squirrel. He is gone now — may Cerberus, who
guards the Styx, rest his ashes — but in life
he was the gamest little thoroughbred that ever
lived. His squirrel record for one day was
eleven ; his rabbit list, with my puny efforts
added, six ; and the beauty of him was that he
needed no gun.
If he ever spotted' a squirrel twenty feet
from his hole, that rodent might as well send
in his book and bid his friends a last adieu.
There was a whirlwind run, a snap of sharp
teeth in vice-like little jaws, a squeak and all
was over.
Sometimes he got. a rabbit this way; more
often we, this dog and I, dug them out of their
burrows or pulled them from little caves with
long sticks ; but whatever we did, we got the
rabbits and we usually went after them in the
fall, in that California autumn which is just
as dear to us who know California as is
Thanksgiving time to those who dwell to the
east of the great mountains.
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QUAIL
COFTLY! See, far ahead, across our way,
^ Those silent forms pass swiftly out of sight,
So noiseless that the breezes seem affright,
Breathless a moment ere the leaves they sway.
In all their war-paint's glorious array,
With feathered head-dress nodding in the light,
They glide before us like a vision bright,
And as a vision swiftly are away.
But now and then among the vines and brush
A dusky form seems darting to and fro.
Was that a waving scalp-lock on the rush?
What is it stus beside that bush, there, low?
Then lightning-like and thunder-loud, and, oh! —
The heart stands still — ah! — valley quail at flush.
— Charles Elmer Jenney.
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PART III. DEER STALKING
EER-STALKING may be placed
high, if not the very highest
on the list of British sports,
for it is without a shadow of a
doubt one of the most exciting
and exhilarating outdoor pur-
suits. Before entering upon a
detailed description of the habits
of Scottish deer, and the manner
of stalking them, I will
endeavor to give my readers an idea of the
country upon which these deer have their
habitat.
Most sportsmen on this side the Atlantic,
who have read articles dealing with Scottish
sport, will have noticed that the term "forest"
is used when speaking of ground upon which
deer are found. To the uninitiated, this word
may lead them to believe that the Scottish
deer inhabit a wooded country, «s is the
case in America and Canada, but in reality
such is far from being the case. In a typical
Scotch deer forest, trees are chiefly "con-
spicuous by their absence." Many of the best
known "forests" have a peculiar wild and pic-
turesque grandeur of their own, but as an
example of the average ground used for pur-
poses of deer-stalking, the reader may imagine
a district very similar to the foothill country,
bordering any of the large American moun-
tain ranges, covered with heather and yellow-
ish colored grass.
A burn should ripple down every small
ravine, and a river dash through every canon,
with the addition of a dozen or two lochs
scattered here and there throughout the whole,
then the picture of a typical Scotch deer
forest will be complete. In technical parlance,
a deer forest is land cleared of sheep and
carefully preserved for red deer. The best
of the Scotch forests are "cleared" or forested
ground, while there is an immense acreage
which carries both sheep and deer, often made
up of sheep walks "marching" with or ad-
joining some regular forest, land which in
many cases is preferred by the deer, owing to
the better and sweeter grass, as also greater
shelter, which such land often contains.
All such country, as above described, is
preserved, but very little of it is fenced in.
In each forest there is what is termed a
"sanctuary," which is seldom or never dis-
turbed ; and in it the big stags congregate,
wandering farther away from it as the rutting
season approaches and the end of September
draws near.
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\ m;ik when laid low by the bullel of the
stalker, belongs to the person upon
land it is killed, which brings t" but notice
an important feature of deer-stalking, namely,
i lu necessity of keeping deer on one's own
land whenever possible, and not driving them
across the "march," or boundary line, into a
neighbor's forest. Although to the casual
reader Of articles on Scottish stalking, the
successful killing of a stag may seem a tame
affair when compared to the chase of the wild
American deer, I may safely state thai such is
not the case, for there are but few if anj men
on this side of the water, unused to Scotch
stalking, who could successfully approach deer
on a forest without the assistance of a pro-
fi'ssionnl stalker. A Scottish red deer is ex-
tremely cunning, for he and his ancestors have
been hunted for generations, which serves to
sharpen his wits and make him most difficult
of approach.
Practically the whole of the Scotch High-
lands are cut up into shootings and fishings,
which are leased to sportsmen at varying
rentals, amounting in many instances to thou-
sands of pounds. A big forest, with a grouse
moor and salmon-river attached, and a large
mansion, where every year a hundred stags
are killed, will let for a sum of money quite
as large as the salary of an American Presi-
dent. Such princely shootings are. not for the
man of small means, and unless he may have
friends in "high places," he will have to con-
tent himself with something less ambitious.
Fortunately for such a man, there are scores
of shootings to be rented, upon which the
limit of stags allowed to be killed is from
eight to ten. Such stalking usually goes with
a grouse moor, and in many cases the lessee
of the moor will be glad to sublet the stalking.
which commences when the best of the grouse
shooting is over.
I f such a piece of ground can be thus ob-
tained, by advertising in the leading London
-porting journals, quite good sport may be
had. A competent professional stalker will
bi provided by the lessor, and a gillie and
pony may be hired' for the season at the cost
of a few pounds. An American sportsman,
leasing such a shooting could, with fifteen hun-
dred dollars, go over to Scotland and return
after three weeks' stalking, and the killing of
eight or ten good stags. Having thus given
my readers some idea of the country which is
the home of the red deer, I will try to de-
scribe the habits of these deer, and the
methods employed to bring them to hand.
The red-deer stag of Scotland (CervUS
elaphus) is in appearance closely akin to an
American wapiti, although a smaller beast in
both horns and body. In this article I will
not enter into a long and detailed account of
the habits of deer and their natural history,
but rather allude to such traits as are very
necessary for every one to know who goes
stalking on a forest.
As every hunter knows, deer must be ap-
proached up wind or on a side wind. The
actual distance at which the red deer will
take the wind is rather uncertain, but with
anything like a strong wind it is unsafe to
go within a mile of them, and in a gale a
mile and a half is not too far for this keen-
nosed beast to wind his pursuers. For more
than an hour after a person has passed by,
deer will not easily cross the tracks, on ac-
count of the hanging scent. Deer always
move up wind when feeding, and if disturbed,
whatever direction they may at first take, they
will always finally turn and run up into the
wind again. Owing to this trait, on some
forests stalking is out of the question on days
when the wind is in a certain quarter, for fear
of driving the deer across a neighbor's march.
In certain places on many forests, it is quite
impossible to stalk and "get in" to deer on
account of the eddies formed by the wind,
no matter from which direction it may be
blowing, and in such places, in many cases, no
one has ever been known to successfully stalk
and kill a stag. Of course, under such circum-
stances it is best to make the attempt, and
trust to the deer moving to a better and more
approachable position. In the middle of the
day deer lie down, and often remain so for
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two or three hours; and when stalking them,
it is often necessary when within shot, to lie
perfectly quiet until the chosen beast rises and
offers a fair chance.
When thus lying, in a cold wind and pos-
sibly on wet ground, it requires considerable
patience to refrain from taking a long shot
ami probably spoiling the whole stalk. When
deer lie on a steep hillside, the biggest
stays are usually at the bottom of the hill,
with the smaller ones and the hinds above
them. When lying in this position they usually
look straight down-hill, and will be found on
the sheltered side of the valley, if there is a
wind blowing. In such a case the wind comes
over the top of them, on the face where they
lie, making an approach on them almost im-
possible. To get in at them up wind from
below is out of the question. Should there
be stags outlying from the herd, a stalk from
the top of the hill and to one side may be
successful.
On a very steep face, with a strong wind
blowing, a successful stalk may be made down
wind, as the scent will in all likelihood be
blown clean over the heads of the deer lying
below ; though in most cases the deer will
get the stalker's wind. When in large herds,
the sentinel work is left to the hinds, and un-
less alarmed the sight of either stags or hinds
is not very acute. Once scare them, however,
and they will not rest until their curiosity is
satisfied ; and they circle around until they
catch the wind of the intruder.
Deer always prefer to face a danger, the
nature of which they have previously ascer-
tained, rather than run the gauntlet of an un-
known and half-perceived one. This accounts
for many deer drives going wrong, for the
deer will break back through the line of
drivers, should a shot be fired too soon by any
of the waiting rifles, and they will rush the
line of yelling drivers, rather than face the
unknown danger ahead.
• On a' fine, calm day deer will not move so
far as on a cold or windy one, and on such
windy days, it is no uncommon sight to see
deer rush off at a gallop for no apparent cause
whatever. On such days, unless the wind is
right for the forest, it is better to leave stalk-
ing alone, rather than run the risk of driving
deer right off the ground.
In warm weather stags lie upon the highest
hills, but in bad weather they will be found
on the lower ground. They watch other
creatures, such as grouse, ptarmigan, hares,
foxes, ravens, etc., and should any such ani-
mals or birds be disturbed by man, the deer at
once take the alarm, although when the same
creatures are passing them in their, natural
daily round, deer take no notice of them at
all. When stalking ground not cleared of
sheep, these animals are very apt to alarm the
deer, as they rush wildly away on viewing the
approaching stalker. The only way to stop
this, is to lie quiet until the sheep have looked
until tired, after which they will often feed
quietly away.
Tlie Deer
Occasionally during the course of a stalk, a
few hinds will be found in some hollow of the
ground, directly between the stalker and his
quarry, around which it is quite impossible to
creep without being seen. Such hinds, if not
in sight of the chosen stag, may be moved
successfully out of the way by a low whistle,
or showing the tip of a stick, and gently wav-
ing it; though very often the hinds move right
off to the deer which the stalker is after, and
will rouse them and take them off also ; but
very often the ruse works, and the "rubbish,"
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as a stalker would call them, are successfully
moved out of the way without alarming the
other deer.
Having given the reader an idea of both the
ground stalked and the habits of the deer,
which every stalker should know, we will
turn to the equipment needful to carry out a
successful stalk.
In the "eighties", and even later than- that,
the double-barreled .540 breech-loading ex-
press rifle was the weapon usually carried by
the deer-stalker. In these modern days, how-
ever, the black powder guns have given place
to the high velocity, small-bore rifles. Sights
and other details may be left to individual re-
quirements. The rifle is always carried in a
cover of some, fairly stiff material, such as
canvas, unbuckled at the opening, to allow of
the rifle being quickly withdrawn for a shot.
Such covers are necessary, owing to the long
crawls which have often to be taken through
wet and dirty ground.
Next to the rifle, the most important item
of the outfit is a good telescope, for spying
deer at a distance. A glass with a large field
and sharp definition should be purchased, as
deer at a distance, when using a glass with a
small field, are very easily passed over when
"spying."
With regard to the clothing suitable for
stalking, a cloth should be chosen rather
neutral in color, which will harmonize with
the general color of the ground and surround-
ing-.. Stuff which does not turn black when
wet should be used, and good flannel shirts
worn instead of linen ones. Thick, well-fitting
woolen stockings, with either boots or shoes,
well nailed, should also be worn, and loose
knickerbockers which do not impede free
knee-action when climbing or crawling. The
cap should fit close to the head and be of the
same neutral color as the coat and knicker-
bockers. Pockets should all be made to but-
ton, otherwise in a crawl or a slither down
hill, knife, flask, pipe, etc., are very apt to
fall out and be lost. An old cover coat or a
light cape may be taken as an extra wrap, any
heavier article making too big a load for your
stalker, if but you and he are out alone. Some
of the natives of Scotland wear the kilt when
out on the hill, but I advise all those not
acclimatized to such apparel to stick to the
above-mentioned outfit.
A gillie and a pony can be hired for about
two guineas a week, and the money is well
spent ; for when finishing a stalk ten miles
from home, the advent of the pony is an
agreeable sight in the evening, especially
should the weather be cold or wet. The
ponies are very sure-footed, and once having
been over a trail, no matter how rough, they
will take their rider safely over it on the dark-
est night, if he will give them their heads and
let them pick the way.
If a man leads an open air life in the off
season, with plenty of exercise, he will be in
fair condition when the stalking begins ; but if
not in good trim he should go easy at first
and not overdo it. The professional stalkers
are always in condition and extremely good
hill walkers, so it is best to stop now and
then "to admire the view" rather than strain
the heart in an attempt to "live" with the
stalker at a four-mile clip up a steep hill.
Carry but a small lunch, but make a good
breakfast, and finish with a good dinner at
night, and drink hardly anything during the
day, however great the temptation to stop at
every burn or stream. Whiskey is the usual
liquid in the flask, and should the sportsman
prefer some "soft" drink, such as cold tea —
which is certainly good — he should carry a
horn or two of whiskey for his stalker in case
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of a successful kill, albeit there are some
stalkers as well as their masters who prefer
tea or some other temperance drink, and such
men very often are the best walkers, as well
as the best stalkers.
With reference to smoking, I would not
advise the novice to light his pipe at the foot
of a fifteen-hundred-foot hill, as professional
stalkers often do, puffing at strong, black
"twist", while they steadily mount the ascent.
It is better to wait until a halt is called at
some convenient spot, for what is a pleasure
to the stalker will not always be the same to
his "gentleman." The latter word is applied
to the man whom the stalker is piloting on the
hill ; each stalker looks after and brings his
"gentleman" in to deer.
Let us suppose that a fine day has dawned
and everything is in readiness for a start from
the lodge. Cartridges, coat, flask, lunch, pipe
and tobacco are all in their separate pockets,
for in some parts of the Highlands it is con-
sidered a sign of bad luck to have to turn
back for anything; and if compelled to do so
some stalkers are quite put out for the rest of
the day. Should you perchance, forget
tobacco or lunch, it is best, if accompanied by
such a superstitious stalker, to refrain from
going back, for he will be only too proud to
share his "piece" or his black tobacco with
you.
Once started, an hour or so on pony-back or
afoot brings you to the spying-stone, or place
from which it is usual to take the first spy of
the ground to be stalked. It is a by no means
easy task to search a corrie properly with a
glass. If but a gentle breeze is stirring, the
walking stick will give sufficient support if
planted firmly in the earth, to rest the glass
against. The best position is to lie nearly
flat on the back, with a tussock or stone to
rest the shoulders against ; then drawing up
the knees, hold the glass firmly against the
left knee, and even in a high wind you can
thus keep it perfectly steady. Practice alone
will make a man perfect at the art of "picking
up" deer with the glass, but keeping the glass
perfectly immovable is the first thing to ensure
success. Men who considered they knew how
to use a glass well for picking up game in the
open, have been woefully undeceived when
first out with a Scotch stalker, who could pick
up his deer amongst the peat haps and stones
at a distance of one and a half or even two
miles ; and even when the exact position of
the deer is pointed out to the novice, he will
often have to wait until a nearer approach
is made, ere he can see the deer through his
own glass.
It is of great importance when using a glass
with a bright sun overhead, never to let the
sun's rays shine on the lens of the telescope,
or the deer will- be treated to a firework dis-
play, which will most effectually cause them to
leave the ground in a hurry.
Having found deer, it is advisable to put
yourself completely into the hands of your
stalker, for without an intimate knowledge
of the ground — a knowledge acquired by being
on the ground for years — it is impossible, ex-
cept by the merest fluke, to manage the stalk
alone. After a little experience it may be pos-
sible to do the last two or three hundred
yards alone, but often this has to be done again
and even retraced two or three times, whereas
if left to the stalker, that worthy will take you
in without a single halt. As time is all-im-
portant in the getting of an easy shot, or pos-
sibly no shot at all, it is therefore the best
policy to let your stalker lead the way.
When crawling on flat ground, go head
first, but on a steep grade, feet first, keeping
the legs flat when on level ground so that
they do not show above the level of the head.
A real good stalker w.ill creep in on ground
that only allows him to be a few inches out of
his quarry's sight, and nothing is more dis-
heartening to him than to find at the end of
a long and difficult crawl, his "gentleman" has
been on hands and knees when he has been
flat on his stomach, in consequence of which
at the last critical moment, the deer are
startled and put away. A certain sportsman
once did this, and on asking his stalker what
could have put the deer away, the man gruffly
answered, "Why, you was just wa-alking when
I was cra-aling."
Stag fever, like "buck fever" on this side of
the Atlantic, will often attack the novice, but
time and a few bad misses will soon alter this.
For three or four hours has the sportsman
walked, run, crawled, and crept, besides wait-
ing patiently until the stag offers a fair chance
of a shot. Should the beast be broadside on,
put the rifle on the inside line of the fore-leg,
raise it slowly up till the leg joins the body,
then when you "see brown" squeeze the trig-
ger. In shooting down-hill, sit up and plant
the heels firmly in the ground, resting both
elbows on the thighs ; for an up-hill shot, always
find a stone or tussock of grass, lie flat behind
it, and poke the rifle round it. Always crawl
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in and get a real up-hill, for it is not easj to
shoot otherwise or hold the rifle steady.
In shooting at moving door, practice alone
will tell the novice how far to hold ahead of
his quarry. A good rule to follow is to shoot
Straight at a walking deer; at one trotting,
lire at the point of the shoulder, and if trotting
fast, barely sec daylight ahead of him. When
a deer is on the dead run. two or three feet
should be allowed ahead of it. For crossing
shots in a gale, allowance must of course be
made for windage.
The above rules apply to distances of from
eighty to a hundred and twenty yards, though
with the high power modern rifles, some little
difference may occur; but with an express, the
above facts hold good.
Long shots should not be attempted, at least
not very long ones, and should one miss with
the first two shots, it is a bad plan to empty
the magazine at the retreating deer, for it
only disturbs the ground, and there is a
chance of killing a small beast or a calf, which
a stalker will good naturedly offer to bury
rather than undergo the stream of chaff and
banter should it be carried home to the larder.
When a miss with the first two shots takes
place, keep down and wait patiently, for deer
sometimes circle round and will offer an-
other good chance. Do not fire through wav-
ing grass when lying down, as it is a fertile
source of bad misses.
Should you 'be overcome with an irresistible
desire to sneeze or choke at the critical
moment, bury your face in the peat and ex-
plode in that way. peat stains soon wash off.
and even though you may look like a nigger
after the operation, it is better than losing a
shot. By tossing tufts of cotton grass into
the air on a calm day, or by wetting the finger,
what little breeze there is may be thus located.
When taking close shots, be sure to hold very
fine at the heart, or hold a coarser bead just
on the under outline of the body below the
heart. More shots are missed at close range
by overshooting than would be supposed by a
person uninitiated in the art of handling a
rifle.
When a deer is badly wounded and cannot
rise, be careful how you approach, for a vicious
sweep of his horns or his fore-feet may re-
ward your rashness. Deer-hounds are used
to capture wounded deer, as are also collies,
the latter being extremely good at the busi-
ness, and they will "hold the bay" beautifully
when they get up to the wounded animal. It
is a line sight to -. ,,f deer-hounds
run in and pull down their stag, but many dogs
are thus killed or badly injured, and as a rule
it is better to have dogs which will hold
their stag at bay, until the shooter comes up,
rather than run the risk of injury by dashing
in to hold.
The weight of deer varies in different forests
according to the food and climate ; in some it
ranges from fourteen to twenty-one stone, and
in others from thirteen to seventeen ; but
they vary a stone more or less according to
the weather in the spring. A stone is fourteen
pounds, but on some forests I believe it is
counted as more than that, though fourteen
pounds is the actual scale of weight. On most
forests, therefore, a stag, after the "gralloch",
(the process of removing the offal) should
weigh from 224 to 300 pounds, otherwise the
stalker would not consider it a "shootable"
A stalker can with the glass tell at a
glance at a great distance whether a beast is
"shootable" or no. The stalker carries his
"gentleman's" rifle, and crawls first on the hill,
drawing the weapon from its case and laying
it ready at the final moment.
A fine, open spring will bring condition on
fast in deer, whereas in snowy or wet weather
at that time a stone difference will often be
found in their weight. On the Isle of Arran
forests, it is not unusual to kill deer of twenty-
five or twenty-seven stone ; though in most
forests a beast of seventeen to twenty-one
stone is considered a good one. It is the
cherished ambition of every Scottish landlord
to increase the weight, and also the heads of
his deer, and many experiments have been
tried of crossing the wild deer with irnported
and heavier beasts ; but in the end such
crossing ends in a reversion to the predomi-
nant type.
The aim and object of every sportsman is
to lay low at some time during his stalking
career, a "royal" or twelve point stag, and
such beasts are growing rarer every season;
even though most forests possess a sanctuary
in which the heavy beasts congregate.
Killing young stags causes a falling off in
size, for if a hundred deer are shot in a sea-
son, at least forty of them will be four-year-
old beasts, which if spared for another two
years would grow into heavy beasts with good
heads.
Many foresters affirm that certain beasts are
born "royals", and will attain to that distinc-
tion if left to live long enough ; while others
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aver that some will never attain to such
honor even if left alone for eight or ten years.
In some parts of Scotland the foresters so
reverence a "royal" that they will approach
the dead monarch with uncovered heads.
There are but few forests which yield three or
four "royals" in a season, and many of them
produce none at all.
Stalking may begin, according to the forest,
early in September and continue to about the
fifteenth of October ; and after the stags have
been got, hind shooting commences, sometimes
as early as the first of November. Stags have
usually separated from the hinds when the
latter are shot. Hind shooting is not at all
bad sport and though not affording the keen
pleasure which the slaying of a good stag
does, it is yet well worth remaining on the
ground for, when the stag season is over.
There are plenty of Scotch forests renting
at over £2000 per year each for practically but
two months' sport, a rental of over £40 per day,
not including other expenses, showing that this
sport carried out on a large scale is a pretty
expensive amusement; but as previously men-
tioned, there are chances for the man of
moderate means if he advertises early for what
he wants in the London sporting journals.
I will conclude this somewhat lengthy
article, by quoting one or two interesting and
amusing facts in connection with foresters at-
tached to various shootings. The Scotch
forester is, as a rule, one of Nature's gentle-
men, kind and considerate, and ever ready and
willing to look after the welfare and interests
of his "gentleman." The genuine highlander
is a firm believer in ghosts and the super-
natural, and though brave as the best in the
light of day, he will not face in the dark,
places supposed to be haunted or otherwise
visited by ghosts or "double goers." To re-
main alone in an outlying shooting-lodge, ten
miles or more from the nearest habitation, will
in the long run get upon any man's nerves, so
we cannot blame the stalker if he refuses to
dwell in such places alone, when the season is
over and his "gentlemen" have gone south.
Many of these men, in spite of their retired
and solitary life, are extremely well informed
on all matters of public interest. If such a
man sees you are keen and willing to learn, he
will impart as much as he can of the rudiments
of the profession to you, in the short time you
may be together on the hill during the shoot-
ing season. Many of these men have rather a
rough-edge to their tongues, but such liberties
are allowed in old and trusted servants.
Speeches which would hardly be brooked from
others in a like station in the lowlands, are
permissible from men who often spend days
with you alone on some wild forest, where
master and man are more really companions
than they would be in more civilized parts.
Hit your deer in the haunch instead of the
heart and Donald will probably remark quietly,
"Surely you mistook the end of him." A party,
or rather picnic was once given on a forest
in honor of a lady's birthday, and of course
the stalker was invited. Cigarettes, peaches
and champagne were passed round, of which
the forester* had his share. The next day he
informed his master that the "jump wine" was
right good, and the "velvet apples" were no
bad ; but that tobacco in paper was far too
tender for his smoking; surely a quaint and
novel description. The forester is a strict ob-
server of the Sabbath, and once a noble lord
preparing for a shoot on a Monday, packed up
on Sunday and had the ponies out to move to
the ground on that day, to be ready early on
Monday morning. The forester, on being
handed the rifle in its cover to carry, respect-
fully declined to do so until it was taken to
pieces and wrapped in separate papers, tied
with string, when as a parcel, his scruples
were overcome, and the procession started on
its way.
One more story and I have done.
A certain Scotch landowner was once visited
by a native Indian prince, who wished for a
day's stalking. Donald was called in and the
prince was, on the following day, entrusted to
his care, with a warning to treat him as be-
fitted his high rank. All went well during the
first part of the stalk — it was, "I doot yer
Majesty will find the flow a wee bit wet," and
so on, when crossing a burn. In crawling the
last few yards, however, the prince incautiously
raised his head, when suddenly the hairy hand
of the stalker descended upon it, crushing the
dark features into the soft ground, and his
voice hissed in the potentate's ear, "Doun, ye
black deevil, doun !"
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"The Lilt of the Shaded Strean
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MY DREAM
GIVE me no dream of the city,
The palace, the mill or the mart;
I would rather the call of the open
Rang clear in the depths of my heart.
The rustle of leaf in the forest
The song of the wood and the stream.
The voice of the hill and the valley —
This is my dream — my dream.
Give me no gold of the toiler
Gleaned in his house of clay;
I would rather the peace that lingers
Over each woodland way.
The glint of the sun in the branches.
The night and its stars agleam.
The voice of the breeze in the woodland trees
This is my dream — my dream.
Give me no sound of the traffic
And strife of the city's kind;
I would rather the woodland whispers,
The balm of the forest wind.
The song of the bird in the open,
The lilt of the shaded stream
And the charm that lies in the open skies —
This is my dream — my dream.
-Harry T. Fee.
By T. Shelley Sutton
HAVE just returned from an
interesting trip through Texas.
It is a magnificent state. Several
years ago I was a resident of
Texas, but I never realized
what a wounderful country it is
until my last trip, from Texar-
kana to El Paso, via Fort
Worth. I was a passenger on a
T. & P. "jim-crow" limited, (the
train on which Ezra Kendall ' made his
famous "meteoric flight" through Arkansaw,)
hence was enabled to study the most minute
details of Texas' topography and development.
That portion of the Lone Star State which
lies between the Rio Grande, the Rio Pecos
and New Mexico was to me the most interest-
ing section of all the entire southland empire.
It contains but one geographical "formation"
familiar to the outside world — namely, El
Paso; and even El Paso's fame (or perhaps
I should say notoriety) is founded on any-
thing but covetable attractions. But to the
east of this incandescent summer resort there
is a region of formidable fascinations— best
described, I should say, as both charming and
repulsive. That it is an inspiring wonderland
I can vouch for, as I have walked and ridden
several times over all of it; and that it also
is a formidable, drouth-doomed wilderness
will not be disputed by anyone who is
acquainted, even in the slightest, with its
varied peculiarities.
Its mountains are strange and eerie, assum-
ing wild, somber, spectral shapes that are at
once so unnatural and so beautiful as to hold
the eye for hours in a fascinated gaze. Most
of them are barren, desolate mountains—
almost of a diabolic formation : treacherous,
uncertain and uncanny — comparable only with
the Funeral mountains, or those mysterious
geological freaks known as the Santa Catarina,
Tortilita, Maricopa and Harqui-Hala moun-
tains in Arizona. Yet in these arid misshapen
peaks there is good game, a world of induce-
ments for the modern nimrod who can endure
a few hardships, afford to hire a good Mexican
guide, and travel far enough into them to
learn their hidden resources.
Tourists on the Texas & Pacific railroad,
by leaving the train and walking ahead of it
for a few hours, can learn a great deal of the
peculiar topography of this section of Texas.
There is no need to worry about being over-
taken by the train ; it runs very slowly
through this region, although it is called a
"fast" train. The one that took me into El
Paso last week was too fast — about half the
time it appeared to be fast to the rails.
Coming from the Rio Pecos to El Paso, a
number of jocular passengers were inclined
to poke fun at the country. I will admit it
was something like 136° in the shade, and
that the sun always seems to have it in for
this region, but that is no reason why
strangers should ridicule it. Of course none
of them knew that I had spent three years
in that vicinity, so there was no thought of
sparing my feelings. One fat passenger, from
whose forehead about two quarts of beer was
percolating every half hour, suggested that
anyone who would live there "ought to be
exempt from hell on the ground of insanity."
I heard he was going to Yuma, so I forgave
him. He's getting his, now.
The T. & P. map, between Pecos and El
Paso, contains a number of flyspecks designated
as Toyah, Boracho, Wild Horse, Ysleta, etc.,
and a great many superficial observers
imagine that these towns, are mirages. They
nevertheless are visible at close range to the
naked eye, although unjustly referred to as
"the microscopic metropoli" of the desert. I
have frequently heard the assertion that the
country is uninhabited ; but on several
occasions I have gotten off the train at the
points .mentioned and personally scrutinized
the premises. In a number of instances I
found that the towns actually exist, and that
some of them contain as many as two and
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disappointed 1. Meanwhile Jack and Bob
were "all in." and were lying on their backs
just outside the tent, under a couple of mes-
quite bushes, panting like grayhounds after
a long chase.
Despite the advice of my companions I
shouldered my rifle and started out along the
river to "land" an antelope. I knew that when
the heat was at its worst, the antelope were
more apt to graze in toward the river in quest
of water, and that I might get not only an
antelope but whatever other kind of game the
country afforded. Thus it happened, at twelve
o'clock, noon. I was leaning on nv
mopping a badly bronzed brow and ;
at the sun till the air around me grew lurid
and mephitic Then I ceased swearing, lay
down in the "shadow'\?t of a transparent
mesquite and tried to figure out how far it
was to camp.
How it all happened I am not certain. The
sun's heat must have subdued me. for I
snoozed off into a hasheesh rhapsody in which
I imagined that I was head overseer in an ice
factor}-, perched on a throne of frozen aqua
in a crystal palace of icicles, when, suddenly,
some one set fire to the plant and the ice be-
gan to melt. In a moment I was swimming
for my life in a sea of boiling water. The
hot fluid had just about finished me when I
became conscious of Bob's voice, about ten
feet behind me. calling in a low whisper :
"Tom! Tom! I say — Tom!"
I jumped to my feet, wet through with per-
spiration, which was streaming In torrents
from even- pore of my body. The first thing
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a bunc'. :e. both hands grip? g
rifle nod
I asked.
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yards ::" as brink ag and grazing.
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fall. In a second I had forgotten the heat,
and with Bob was worming along on my
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ground we could neither set . nor be
seen.
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taken us ten minute
vantage where Bob was gi : 3. shot.
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brush, we raised alerxiy up until the drove was
in full yiew. then fal aim. We
were just on the point of firing when, snd-
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drnly there came the crack of a rifle, the sud-
den clatter lit' many little hoofs and a series
of peculiar snorts as the herd dashed wildly
across the river bottom. An antelope, shot
almost through the heart, lay kicking in death
near the water's edge, its life-blood spattering
out on the white, hot rocks that formed its
last couch.
But who had shot it? There was not a
living being in sight, and neither Bob nor I
had puller a trigger. We looked around us
bewildered. The heat waves were dancing
in undulating currents on every side, but there
was no sign of rifle smoke, and no person
visible near us. I looked at Bob. He returned
my gaze with a strange, questioning stare.
"It's the little witch!" he exclaimed, after
a long silence. "I saw her as I was coming
down the river in search of you — about an
hour ago. She was sitting on a rock, loading
her rifle, and ran when she saw^ me. Pretty?
— say, she's as pretty as a peach !"
"But where is she? I don't see her any
place."
"She's here, some place, and I'm going to
find her."
With this announced decision Bob shoul-
dered his rifle and started out "beating the
bushes" in quest of the mysterious "witch."
"What the devil is a pretty girl doing out in
this God-forsaken desert?" I asked, incredu-
lously.
"That's it," he replied. "I don't know; but
she's pretty, just the same — the prettiest girl
I ever saw, Tom, if she is Spanish."
"Spanish? You mean greaser?"
"Not on your tin-type! She has beautiful
brown hair, angelic hazel eyes, and the sweet-
est red lips—"
"Carmine, I suppose — or root stain."
"Don't you believe it — just wait till you see
her."
And with this curt reply Bob shut up like
a clam and continued his search, silently. But
neither of us was able to locate the mysterious
Senorita, and after traversing the vicinity
three or four times Bob finally gave up in dis-
gust and sat down to ruminate.
The antelope that had been shot was now
dead, and still lay on the rocks by the river
side, but no one had gone forward to claim
it. Accordingly-, Bob and I started after it,
drew out our knives and went to work "peel-
ing" and dissecting it.
That night, at camp, Jack, Bob and I had a
fine fill of antelope broiled on mesquitc coals.
But Boh ate very little of it. He went to bed
wondering how the deuce he would locate the
red-lipped witch that had so strangely killed
our antelope and disappeared without claim-
ing it. His problem was soon solved, how-
ever.
The next morning, about daylight, he
dressed and stole off up the river. Five or
six hours later, as Jack and I were lolling in
the tent, he came rushing into camp, almost
breathless, with the glad tidings that he had
"found her."
"Say, boys, she's a dream !" he exclaimed.
"She's Spanish all right, and her home is in a
fine hacienda about six miles from here, down
on the east bank of the Pecos. It was she
who killed that antelope, as I told you ; but
she had no sooner shot it than she caught
sight of us, so she ran off and hid — just too
bashful to come forward. She crosses over
in a skiff every morning and hunts and fishes.
Her father owns several thousand head of
stock, and all the land we have been traveling
over for the past four days."
"I wouldn't give six bits for all of it!" Jack
exclaimed, stubbornly.
"Oh, wouldn't you? Well, I'll bet you'd give
more'n six bits for Senorita Lola Fernandez.
She's the old man's only daughter and the
prettiest little angel you ever laid eyes on !
Gee, but she's a stunner ! I had a long talk
to her this morning. Say. boys, I'm going to
be gone today, so don't expect me back until
this evening."
Before we could catch our breath, Bob had
donned a red necktie, grabbed up a Prince
Albert coat he had, and started toward the
river. The moment he took the coat I knew
he was headed for the Senorita's "hacienda."
otherwise nothing could have induced him to
carry such a superfluous article on a day as
hot as that was. Jack and I, filling our pipes,
settled back for a good laugh, and looked
lazily after Bob as he disappeared among the
mesquite bushes on the Rio Pecos.
I am an old bachelor, myself, and know but
little about the wiles or blandishments of the
feminine sex ; but if I may judge from the ex-
periences of such loyal good fellows as Bob
Blazier, the other sex is a good thing for
sworn bachelors to keep clear of. I've seen
it demonstrated that the most invulnerable
bachelor can be hooked, landed and thrown
THE PACIFIC COAST MAGAZINE
The Fernandez Rancho
in the skillet in just about the length of time
it takes to tell it.
Bob was always perfectly sane before that
morning. Afterwards — well, he just seemed
to go to pieces. The first thing Jack and I
knew, the poor fellow candidly admitted that
the worst had come, and that he had actually
fallen in love. I always gave Bob credit for
having some good sense, and yet after he in-
troduced me to the Senorita I could see how
natural it was that he should fall a victim.
But, God bless her ashes ! he couldn't have
given his heart to a better one. After all, as
I look back over those dark days on the Rio
Pecos, I can only wonder if it was not the'
work of destiny — if there was not some in-
exorable fate with an ugly grip on Bob's life.
He was thirty-two years old, then, and had
frequently assured both Jack and me that
nothing in the world could ever induce him
to get married. I believe, too, that fate in-
tended Bob for a bachelor. Cruel as the edict
seemed, he had no sooner fallen in love than
the end overtook him.
A day or two following Bob's acquaintance
with the Senorita, her father invited us to
pitch our tent in a group of cottonwoods a
couple of hundred yards from the hacienda.
This we gladly did, and so it was but a short
time until Bob's courtship was progressing at
speed-limit. Senor Fernandez, wha was in
reality a Castilian Spaniard, seemed highly
pleased at his daughter's fondness for Bob,
and a few weeks after our arrival at the grove
confided in us that he thought Bob was "tin
grande Iwmbrc," and that he was delighted
with the prospects.
"Es hechiccro sobre toda ponderacion," he
said. "For six year I try to get her marry —
she laugh ; she no like Americano. Now — "
He shrugged his shoulders, smiling. "Pretty
soon I think she make him wife, eh? Que
maravilla! 'Sta bueno!"
And he laughed again, heartily.
It was ideal — romantic. Nothing could
have been more favorable for Bob, and his life
never went at a happier pace than it did dur-
ing the weeks that followed, until, one after-
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noon, the long bright lane came to a sudden
turning, and the light of two lives, at least,
u.i- darkened for eternity.
Jack and I spent must of our time hunting
and fishing along the Pecos, and our daily
rambles were rewarded by many good bags
and heavy baskets. If it were not for the
memory of that terrible tragedy that fol-
lowed. I believe there is no place in the world
in which I would rather hunt and fish than
along the still, dream-swathed waters of the
Rio Pecos ; but the recollection of that final
afternoon drives from my heart all thoughts
of the pleasures that preceded.
We were coming back from a several mile
walk down the river— Jack and I — about 2
p. m. on the third of September, six weeks
following our arrival on the Rio Pecos, when
we found him lying, face down, in a cluster
of Spanish daggers.
At first we did not realize that it was Bob ;
but when we approached, and looked down at
him, it did not require a second to learn the
truth. It was Bob, and he was dead. The
fang of a rattlesnake had fastened in his
wrist. We saw where he had dragged him-
self for many yards, vainly endeavoring to
reach the water.
It was the time of year when the Texas
rattler is heat-blind, and the venom of its fangs
is deadliest. Bob, poor fellow, all alone in that
desert wilderness of mesquitt, had vainly
sucked the blood from his wound ; but no
power on earth could have saved him, for
we discovered later where the fangs, in some
manner, had been driven into his flesh in five
places. He had lived but a few hours, and all
that time, perhaps — while we fancied he was
strolling with Lola, or lounging in the
hacienda — he was crying for help among the
alkali sand dunes of the Rio Pecos.
We carried him home as quickly and ten-
derly as we could ; and, before breaking the
news to Lolo laid the body out in the tent
among the cottonwoods. Then the old Span-
iard, who had come to our assistance, went to
the house, and very gently told her of Bob's
fate. I never knew, until I saw her a few-
minutes later, how intensely Lola cared for
him. There was not a tear in her eye — only
a blank, dead, desolate stare. It was pitiful.
Bob was buried in a private burial ground
near the waters of the Pecos. We placed a
granite rock at each end of his grave, and a
few days later left the hacienda for Quito,
where we boarded the train for California. It
was a sad departure.
A year afterward, while Jack was in San
Francisco, I returned to the Pecos country
to look after some mining property we had
located there, and in passing through the Fer-
nandez rancho made it a point to visit the
hacienda.
I was much surprised to find it had been torn
down, and that a board shack, occupied by a
number of Mexicans, replaced it. One of the
occupants informed me that Senor Fernandez
had died, and that his wife had returned to
her home in Galveston.
Before leaving, I strolled out to the little
burial plot where we had laid Bob. There
was a new grave near his own, but it bore no
name. Returning to the Mexicans, I asked
them who was buried there, and was informed
that it was "the grave of Senorita Lola Fer-
nandez, the old man's daughter."
"She kill herself," one of the Mexicans told
me. "She jump in Rio Pecos one night.
They find her body way down — two mile.
Senorita much love one Americano ; he die —
rattlesnake. Everybody feel bad. One night
big hacienda catch fire; then old man die.
Senora, she go back to Galveston. Me buy
rancho, build new house — so. You go?
Buenos dias, Senor."
The door closed and I rode off along the
river to Quito. That was the last time I saw
the Pecos until the other day when I crossed
it on the train to El Paso. Naturally, I could
not enjoy the humor of their jests when the
passengers began to laugh at the desert
through which we journeyed, for in that same
desert — desolate as it seemed — there was the
grave of a comrade — a host of pathetic mem-
ories suggesting anything but laughter.
4
Y
OCTOBER THRIFT
OU think I am a wastrel fool.
Because I am a vagabond.
In Autumn's magic days and cool
I gather treasure far beyond
The little gold your care has earned.
I swear by every sylvan god
I am a miser king; I've learned
The glamour of the golden rod.
My treasurer. Sir Bumble Drone,
Reports the budget, as I He
Upon my emerald grassy throne.
Lazily looking toward the sky.
He tells of acorn diadems,
And sapphires lordlier than dreams;
For, half hid by my royal gems,
One noble hooded-gentian gleams.
— Sinclair Lewis.
WHEN THE TEAL COME
Bv "Don Ramon "
HEREVER there are waterways
of any size ; wherever there are
reedy, rice-grown lakes, wher-
ever there are stretches of al-
ternate mudflat and sandy sea
beach — wherever, in short, there
is water and feed to lure them,
there the duck family will be
found, lording it over all the
other game birds of the locality,
I care not whether they be quail or grouse or
turkeys or wild pigeons.
The Pacific coast, lacking the myriad little
bays and estuaries which cut into the shore
of the Atlantic, has never been the highway
nor the abiding place for ducks and geese as
has been the eastern shore of these United
States. But as the country settled up and the
Mississippi Valley, once the main highway of
all the feathered hordes of the New World
on their migration to breeding places close to
the Circle, became filled with men and guns,
the birds began to seek a new route to the
north.
Naturally they turned to the Pacific shore
of the continent, and the principal pathway of
the ducks and geese into the far recesses of
the north nowadays is over the land west of
the Rockies, either along the coast or a trifle
inland, over the Great Basin.
All in all, there come to the South Goast
every year (or remain there during the breed-
ing season) seventeen species of ducks, five
varieties of geese, one brant (the black,) and
one swan, the trumpeter. This list does not
pretend to split hairs, but is given to good
species, well marked and easily identified, even
by the tyro.
Of the geese and the brant and the swan it is
not mine to speak, though the season for
shooting them is here, but rather of the swift-
winged, eye-trying little rascals, the teal, of
which there are three species to be met with
by the shooter on the South Coast.
When the winds of winter make uncomfort-
able the warmest blind, when the rain drives
down that wind at forty miles an hour, when
your fingers are so cold you cannot work the
safety on the little double-barrel, on such
days as these the teal seem most at home above
the marshes and along the river mouths of
the southwest.
Rising reluctantly as if hateful of leaving
its day-long resting place, a mallard, heavy
with much good feeding, drives slowly across
the wind and the rain, striving to reach the
sandhills and after them the river, where he
can float even more securely and where he
can find a band of his kind. He looks slow —
he is slow ; the twelve-gauge cracks and the
greenhead tumbles with a splash into the
water. One bright spot in the day at any rate !
Life seems to return to you ; you finger the
warm barrel of the gun lovingly and wish
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another bird would conic along to give you a
chance to warm the other barrel.
And then, out of the mist and the rain, out
of the mean day which is to be your, last of
duck shooting for the season there comes a
faint "Mark west!" from the nearest blind.
You do, and thrown across the sky is a waver-
ing line, so thin in the fog. as to seem a long
way off. It doesn't look like ducks, but it
inmes and wavers along the sky and it must
be ducks ; no other living things on earth but
ducks and you would be abroad on such a day
as this.
The line crumbles up in the center, rises
into an arch as it sees your decoys; almost
stops in midair, then breaks down to fall to
your lure, suddenly suspects something and
straightens out to circle round your clump of
weeds just at the right range.
Deceived by the mallard's big body and by
the murk, you figure them as going slow, a
nice mark. The right barrel cracks; nothing
doing. The nitro rips out a peppery word
from the left barrel, and the last bird in the
last wing of the rude crescent, stutters in his
flight and, over in the next pond, pitches into
the water.
This is the teal: small, not held in high
repute by "epicures" ( !) — most of whom could
not tell a canvas back from a mallard or a
gadwall from a mudhen if they saw the birds
cooked only — but to the old gunner along the
South Coast the very epitome of all that is
hard co hit when in full flight, and of personi-
fied wariness when once it has been warned of
the dangers of any locality.
The speed of the teal is wonderful ; I believe
it is the fastest of all the duck tribe once it
gets under way. but in rising from the water
it is beaten by the mallard or the redhead or
the ruddy or any one of half a dozen other
ducks I could name which are found in the
same localities as the teal.
Commonest of all the ducks which come to
the South Coast hunter is the green-winged
teal. It is abundant in winter throughout the
lowlands and along the lower parts of the
rivers which flow down to the sea. Several
years ago, while riding up the Santa Ana
River above Yorba in Orange county, I found
a green-wing dead beside the road and directly
under a telephone pole. Apparently he had
been urged into rapid flight by some threaten-
ing danger and had dashed to his death against
the wires or the post.
This was in early morning and the body was
still warm. I went down to the river about
half a mile above, little suspecting any ducks
and there put up from among the willows a
band of seven ducks, teal of some species, but
whether they were green-wings or not I had
no means of knowing. This is the furthest
inland I have ever met the green-wing.
For the man who gets his duck shooting by
poling along some river in a batteau or by
walking up or down its side, putting up here
and there a bird, the mallard is best and the
teal a long way down the list, but nine out
of ten of the ducks which are shot in small
meadow ponds in the farms of the lowlands
are teal.
They seem to be remarkably sociable little
fellows, and I have seen the water of small
ponds near Alamitos and Westminster and the
alkali lakes down below Santa Ana black with
them in winter. Along toward spring these
green-wings go north and east to their breed-
ing grounds, though they are among the last
to leave of all the migrant ducks, just as they
are one of the first to come out of the north at
the beginning of winter.
On the wet-weather lakes of the hills I have
found the best place to gather in the green
wings. Usually a man can get one of these
lakes pretty much to himself if he arrives
there early enough in the morning, and if, be-
fore the duck season opens, he makes a blind
at some convenient place he can have good
sport even without decoys or dog. About the
best all round duck shooting I ever saw was
on a little pond not far from Whittier, in
La Habra Valley. There the teal came, liter-
ally by thousands every winter, to feed in
fancied security from men and guns.
Along the shore of the sea, and on the sand-
hill lakes and little estuaries, the teal is not
so common, though it is occasionally seen in
the rafts of other ducks, resting just outside
the surf. It is in no sense a sea duck, but is
the game bird par excellence of inland waters.
With the green wings now and then the
hunter will kill a teal which has a blue patch
on the wing in place of the green feathers with
which he has become familiar during long ac-
quaintance with the green-wing. This is the
rare blue-winged, teal, a straggler from the
east, where, on the Atlantic coast, at least, I
am told it is about as common as the green-
wing here.
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["he blue wing is the most beautiful of the
teal hi. I H i .1 gi eat pity that it has nol bi
mi >i unon, though the introductior,
of any migrant game bird is quite oul of the
question; 1 am a groat believer in the keeping
(if game birds in aviaries and on tin- grounds
.if largo estates. When.- judgment is used, ami
some attention paid to different foods for dif-
ferent seasons of the year, there is 110 reason
why ducks should not be kept as well as quail,
grouse or pheasants — and none of the web
feet are more hardy or more to be desired than
the teal.
Hut the abundant fresh water duek of the
west coast, and of the southern end of the
west coast in particular, is the cinnamon teal.
Resident through the spring, summer and fall
wherever found in Southern California, the cin-
namon teal leaves this part of the state only in
midwinter and then goes south for a brief stay.
Wherever there are reedy marshes, wher-
ever there are green fields bordered by brooks
or even by drainage ditches and in the vicinity
of practically all the ponds and lagoons of the
southern counties of the state, the cinnamon
teal builds its saucer-shaped nest, lays its six
to ten cream-colored eggs in April or May and
rears its young.
There is not a farm — I doubt if there is a
beet or celery ranch in the lowlands of Los
Angeles, Orange, San Diego, or even Ventura
counties — that has not any number of these
pretty little birds nesting in its boundaries.
While the female is sitting there is no more
secretive bird in all the outdoors, and when
the young come off the nest they learn to
swim and dive so rapidly that the waters of
the creek or pond along which they are born
is as much a home to them as was their grassy
cradle a few hours before.
Young teal grow rapidly, and by midwinter
arc ready to begin the long flight to the
marshes of Mexico and even further south
with the parent birds. The nesting time is
mostly in May, though late April sometimes
finds 'several pairs engaged in the duties of
home making. Newport Bay was once a
famous place for these birds and also, in the
winter months, for the green-wings, but of
late the growth of the beach city and the cut-
ting up of the tide lands into gun club prop-
erties has spoiled the shooting for any but
members of these organizations.
But there is still some good teal shooting to
be had along the streams of the coast in mid-
vx inter, even though one does nol have the
entree to any of the organizations which con-
trol the blinds and ponds of the South Coast.
i have Found several little wel weather ponds
along the San Gabriel which are feeding
grounds for teal — green-wings, of course, — in
the winter and ou which the little sixteen has
gotten in its good work several days during
the season.
One morning I boarded a Santa Ana car in
Los Angeles, rolled out through the level
fields of the mesa which slopes away from Los
Angeles to the sea and then, turning sharply
from the straight way which would have led
to the Pacific, sped across here a little water-
Idled gully, there the end of a reed-bordered
pond, scaring up bands of coots almost from
every pond after we left the city limits.
As we flashed across what appeared to be
an arm of a stream, but was in reality only a
blin.d canon let down into the mesa and filled
with rain water from the hills further back,
I saw three or four birds a ways out which
did not seem to be mudhens. At the next
cross road I dropped off the car, slipped the
.22 Winchester from its case and started back,
walking up the opposite side of the railroad
grade from that on which the pond lay.
Moving along slowly, making as little noise
as possible, I came to a clump of willow5, a bit
out from the line and through which I could
see dimly the sheen of water. I went over
behind the willows, regretfully shaking the
coals from my morning pipe as I did so, and,
parting the leaves of the willows, saw a small
band of ducks clear at the other end of the
pond, possibly sixty yards away. I could not
make out their species, but I selected the big-
gest, pulled down on his thickest part and
pressed the trigger.
The crack of the little gun was followed
immediately by the solid thud of the bullet on
wood and an instant later by the shout of a
very angry man standing up in a blind just
back of the bunch of decoys into which I had
fired. And if the man was mad so was I.
First of all I had been fooled by wooden
"ducks" ; then I had wasted a shot, the noise
of which might frighten real ducks in some
other pond, and I had unintentionally butted
in on another man's hunting. Besides all these,
the duck I had hoped for was not to be had.
I went around the willows, however, and
we patched up a very fair sort of friendship,
so much so that he offered to go back to his
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house and let me shoot his blind for the rest
of the morning. The ground belonged to no
club ; he owned it, lived on it and had the sense
not to sell his shooting rights, which, I judged
from the string of eleven ducks he had, could
hardly be improved upon.
While we were talking he glanced round,
dropped down into the blind, pulled me with
him, and a few moments later a band of sprigs
swept in on the long slant by which every
hunter knows them and alighted in the water
a bit out beyond the decoys. The .22 cracked,
a bird turned over in the water; and, as the
band got up, the twelve-bore in the hands of
my new-found friend cracked once and again
and a bird fell just in the edge of the willows,
while another sailed over to drop on the
further side.
We walked out and he waded int j the pond,
which was nowhere more than a foot deep,
and retrieved the two we had killed, while I
went around the willows, found his bird, re-
turned it to him, said "good-bye", and went my
way. Up at the little pond where I had first
seen the ducks, I picked up one from a hiding
place behind some tules and then had a fierce
time getting him in. He was a green-wing
and I shot him through the head, which helped
a little to make up for the decoy I shot in the
other pond.
I knew the river could not be far away, so
I walked down the track till I came to it — the
wet-weather river which has been dignified
with such a high-sounding name — and then
struck down in toward the sea. Nothing ap-
peared on the stream except a band of mal-
lards to which I could not get within range
and so I drifted on down to the mudflat where
the river empties into the sea and almost fell
over a band of fifteen or twenty curlew.
These curve-billed snipe are always tame in
winter, but I never saw any quite so willing to
be shot as these. I picked one at the first
fire of the little gun, and, not being quite dead,
the bird squealed some, luring the greater
part of the band back. Three of them made
the mistake of alighting near him and by the
time they got ready to get up I had one of
them also to add to my bag.
This gave me two ducks and two curlew,
more birds than I really needed, and I passed
up a bunch of yellow-legs from which I could
easily have picked another. Enough has always
been a great plenty with me in my hunting.
and enough means just what the folks at home
can eat with my help. If every hunter would
adhere to this rule, year in and year out, there
would be very little need for game laws, other
than to protect species which from some in-
adaptability of their own are on the verge of
extinction, and then the law would need to be
enforced only during the breeding season.
After this I sat down on the beach, having
walked some little distance and being tired.
Nothing came along except a band of gulls
and two or three scoters riding on the surf.
Wanting one of the scoters for its skin, I
shot it as it rode the first breaker, but, instead
of hitting the bird in the body as I had in-
tended, the dip of the wave threw the scoter's
head directly in line with the bullet, and the
skin was ruined. This taught me a lesson
and the next one of the birds I shot was well
up on the sand. I shot him clean through the
body at something like seventy feet, and, run-
ning forward to pick him up, found a ruddy
duck instead of a scoter I had thought I was
shooting at. These ruddies are rather rare on
the South Coast and I was more pleased with
this kill than any of those I had hitherto made.
From here I cut through a pasture which
runs down almost to the sea, crossed a couple
of wire fences and, after a good long tramp,
struck the car line again on the crossing of a
county road. Inside of an hour I was again
within the limits of the city, and very shortly
thereafter was in my home. And dinner, a
trifle after noon, meant ducks — well killed and
with quite as much sport as though I had had
a dog to help ; with much more pleasure and
an infinitely greater sense of conquest of the
wily wild things than if I had lain in a blind
all the forenoon, seeking with might and main
to be "high gun" on some club grounds.
Shooting ducks in this manner, however, is
usually harder than was this particular trip.
I have tramped through the marshes and river
bottoms of Southern California for many a
wet morning and come home with nothing but
a ravenous appetite to show for it. Still I
am as ardent an advocate of this kind of hunt-
ing as when I first took it up, and, when I
get the price, I shall, I think, instead of buy-
ing a share in a gun club, take a trip down the
Rio Colorado ; for that is the land of whose
web-footed hordes that old-time California
hunter, T. S. Van Dyke, has written so enter-
tainingly and so often.
By T<>ii n F. Sugruf.
Part
HE Skaguay trail, I may here 5ay,
was a regular little hell. Broken-
down horses and broken-hearted
nun were an every-day occur-
rence. One specimen of the
mean man came to view at this
stage of the game. On the 8th
day of August. 1897, a young
man named Folger was drowned
while crossing a log across the
Skaguay Rnver. His foot slipped and the
weight of his pack carried his head first
into the water. Both arms being pinioned
by the weight of his load, he never had a
chance for his life. As a matter of fact, his
head was crushed in, over the right eye, on
the rocky bottom ; and it was more likely the
effects of the blow that finished him than
drowning. Right there I learned to never
cross a log with both arms through the pack
straps.
His body having been recovered by his
friends, they looked for some way of taking
the poor victim back to camp. A freighter
going by at the time with an empty wagon,
they placed the body on it and the said party
returned to Skaguay, maybe a little over a
mile distant. On reaching camp, the freighter
refused to allow them to take the body of
their dead comrade until he had been paid the
sum of ten dollars. The money may or may
not have been paid, but the outcome of the
affair was that at a meeting of the public it
was decided to hang the' freighter there and
then. Cooler heads intervened and a happy
medium was arrived at. He was given twelve
hours to dispose of his stock in trade and
leave the camp — or hang. He left. Some have
tried to excuse the man's greediness on the
ground that "he did not think." Quite pos-
sibly he did not ; but nobody but the meanest
would need time to think on a like occasion.
It's a pity the same spirit did not exist in
Skaguay a year later. More than one citizen
would have come under the twelve-hour clause
-( Concluded.)
and the annals of the trail been saved many a
blot.
Skaguay was in much the same state as
Dyca ; goods were landed on the beach and
hauled away on any sort of conveyance that
could be found. One young man I saw had
a bicycle in use. He would sling a couple of
sacks of flour or beans across the backbone of
the machine and then push the whole business
up the beach till beyond high water mark.
He was making money hand over hand, and
deserved to for his bright idea.
The tent house was the most common at
that time and already the clink of glasses and
the rattle of chips could he heard through the
canvas walls. Times were good and life was
strenuous in those days. Skaguay contained
in a short space of time all the conveniences
and all the vices of any large city. She was
wild and woolly and would be a good subject
to write on — full of color, full of incident !
One might fill pages in attempting to portray
the characters developed on this particular
part of the trail, but we have already got our
outfit as far as the "head of navigation" and
delay is fatal. "Excelsior !" is the cry. From
the head of navigation the mode of trans-
portation was confined to pack mules, horses
and men ; the men were in the majority. The
greater number here set to work to carry over
their own stuff, and a killing job it was. I
may say right here — and I am somewhat of an
authority on the matter — that the "human form
divine" was never meant to carry great
weights for any length of time. "Packing", as
it is called, is an ingenious form of torture,
and should be reserved for criminals only,
and those of the very worst type. A light pack,
weighing say fifty pounds in the morning,
grows heavier and heavier as the day goes on,
and may be safely figured in tons in the after-
noon, especially if the day is hot and the trail
rough. Compound interest is nothing to it.
Tlie trail from here left the river bank
proper and wound over a rocky hill for three
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or four miles, then descended again to the
river, which was crossed several times before
reaching Sheep Camp. The bridges consisted
of single logs of a willowy pattern and were
at times sufficiently perilous. The author
made the trip during the night, as it was
cooler. In company with a wandering Irish-
man whose name I now forget, I started at
eight o'clock. Our packs averaged about one
hundred pounds each.
We traveled for maybe two hours — climb-
ing, slipping, swearing some, and occasionally
stopping to rest and light pipes. Eventually
being wet, tired, and in momentary danger of
breaking our legs or necks or. both, we decided
to camp for the night. A faint glow being
visible through the timber, we pushed on till
we found a lone Indian sleeping at a camp-
fire by the trail, and here we decided to quit
work for a few hours. When one is tired it
does not take long to make arrangements for
bed. Wet clothes and all, we just rolled up in
our blankets, put our heads on our packs and
joined in the concert which was being carried
on singlehanded by the Siwash on the opposite
side of the fire.
During the night we were somewhat dis-
turbed by our dusky friend who persisted in
rolling round to our side of the fire and
snuggling as close as we would let him. I
suppose the poor devil was cold, as the nights
were a trifle chilly; but it's a very good prac-
tice when sleeping anywhere near one of these
specimens to keep a wide space of cold air be-
tween your respective bodies. "There are
more things in heaven and earth than are
dreamt," etc., is an old saying. There are
also more forms of life concealed about the
person of a traveling Indian than are cata-
logued in the British Museum. The conse-
quence of his eagerness to share our bed was
that as the Indian rolled over towards us, we
rolled in the opposite direction, till at last all
three were merrily revolving around the camp-
fire. This is a splendid form of exercise, but
a poor way to gst rest, so getting tired of it, a
well directed kick from one of the Irishmen —
we were both from the Emerald Isle — put
the Siwash out of business.
You see, it was the only way to settle things.
The camp-fire was his, so we could not very
well turn him out altogether, and we could
not make him understand that we had any
valid objection. to sharing our blankets. An
Indian rather likes a few pets in his clothes
and cannot appreciate the finer feelings of a
white man on this subject. After a fitful
night's "rest" we started like giants refreshed
and, impelled by a gnawing appetite, soon
made Sheep Camp where we introduced our-
selves to a hearty breakfast. Sheep Camp
should have a story of its own. It was a sort
of half-way house where people rested before
attacking the Summit proper. In '97 it was
little more than a collection of . tents, but
in the spring of '98 some more substantial
cabins and hotels were erected and it became
a busy center. It might well have been called
"Rumor" city.
When the writer was there in August, '97,
stories flew around as to what was doing in a
most promiscuous fashion. The events' of the
outer world Were of very little importance to
any of us just then, but the condition of the
trail at either end and the price of packing
were the two all-engrossing topics. Each new
arrival brought his own version, and as there
were no means to verify any one's statement,
each was believed until some later traveler
brought a different story.
The rush and bustle was surprising and
would have made cities of far greater im-
portance die of envy. Every one in those days
was a "hustler" and a constant string of men
could be seen coming in to Sheep Camp from
the coast, and going out towards the Summit.
All laden, and mostly weary and sore all over,
we certainly worked. A pot hole surrounded
by mountains with a mountain torrent run-
ning through the center, hot as hades and
mostly rock. Here I stopped to round up my
baggage and spent just two days before start-
ing again. Nothing of incident occurred. I met
Sugden, the doctor, again and he and I set and
bandaged a man's leg. The poor fellow had
broken it on the trail and his partners had
brought him back to the hotel and then gone
on their way. The beggar was grit clean
through. We offered to bring his stuff back
to him or trade him an equal amount, but
he said to leave the stuff where it was — at the
lakes and he would catch up with us before
long. He came through that "fall''. Rigged
up some crutches, got sledded over the Pass
and came down the river the following
spring. I met him in Dawson, but after-
wards lost track of him. He deserved to do
well, but I don't think he did.
From Sheep Camp to the lakes was about
fifteen miles. The Summit was bad, d
bad ! To walk over it once was all right, but
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to have to tackle it twice a day for a week
with one hundred pounds on one's back took
the edge off any appetite one might have had
for mountaineering. The climb was mostly
over broken rock, slippery, sharp, hard on the
feet and bad for the temper. However, it had
to be. Every one took it as a matter of course
and it was soon left behind. Then round
Crater Lake, Long Lake, Deep Lake, and over
another steep summit to Linderman and the
worst of the trip was over.
Boys, it was no Sunday-school treat. Strong
men ruined themselves, weak men killed them-
selves, and good-tempered men became sadly
changed before that part of the journey was
passed. After I came through, some enter-
prising spirits packed boats over the summit
and went into the Ferry business on Long
and Deep lakes where they made many an
honest dollar.
I found my partner at Linderman and all
our stuff safe, the tent set up and a good
meal cooking. Those meals on the trail !
They are pleasant memories now, though at
the time I speak of they were remarkably solid
facts. New York, London, and Paris could
skin our "menu" to death for variety, but
the trail appetite — the appetite — that was a
revelation. Epicures, those suffering from in-
digestion, just try a course of the trail and all
other patent medicines will beckon to you in
vain. Bacon, beans, hot biscuits, evaporated
potatoes, strong tea and plenty of sugar. The
table your lap, and the surrounding land-
scape your limit — -when every thing in sight
is finished. Then roll over on your back,
stick your pipe between your teeth, and a
feeling of rest and content steals over you that
is unequaled in any other place or at any
other time.
Say, boys, it is good to be young and strong ;
to be out in the fresh air morning, noon and
night ; to have plenty to do, plenty to eat and
an object in view such as we had in those
days. No thoughts of rheumatism, no heart,
head or stomach aches ; nothing — not even
mosquitoes, to bother us. The Lakes at last.
It seemed easy from now on.
At last the journey by land is done.-
Standing on the shore of Lake Bennet,
our boat loaded, our troubles all behind
us, nothing to do but sail over unknown
seas, glide down unknown rivers and land
safe and sound at the Holy City. Dawson
was our Mecca; "and we, pilgrims to the
Shrine of Mammon. One August day we
three partners bade farewell to our camp
mates, and in company with the Magec
outfit, a millionaire from Frisco's crowd,
• started with a fair wind at about four
o'clock.
Our passage down the lake was a stormy
one, and as our craft was .not registered
A 1 at Lloyds it was wet and somewhat
risky. Lake Bennet, twenty-seven miles,
then Cariboo Crossing, lakes Maves and
Tagish and the famous Windy Arm. Here
we were caught in a nasty squall and had
a hand-pull for shelter. We made our
second camp here and it was chiefly
noticeable for the number of trout we
caught and ate. The rocky beach here
seemed a sort of preparatory school -and
the trout were nearly all from one-quarter
to one-half pounders, lively, game and ex-
cellent eating.
Then on to the Indian graveyards at
Tagish. This was where the Custom Post
was afterwards placed, but when we passed
there was no one there. A mile of river
separates Tagish. from Lake Marsh. It is
full of trout and is a good spot for sport
of all kinds. Our trip over Lake Marsh
was a stormy and hard one. It took us
two and a half days pulling against a
head wind and the blisters and curses
were in proportion. Rowing against a
head wind is hard work at any time, but
in boats like ours it was the work of
galley slaves.
Our boats may here be described. About
twenty-five feet over all — four feet beam
on the floor, and flaring sides ; flat bot-
tomed. Made from green lumber, rough
and unpainted, clinker built, and the seams
plugged roughly with oakum and tar. The
oars were two poles of green fir with flat
blades let in and nailed, poorly balanced
and stiff as a rod of iron. Loaded down
with a ton and a half, and leaking con-
tinually they were built neither for beauty,
sea-worthiness nor speed. The sail, used
when the wind was favorable, was a
blanket spread on a square yard. They
were, however, the best we could do and
they answered our purpose. These craft
were valued all the way from $100 to $600
a piece, the price being regulated by the
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amount you bad in your pocket and your
desire t" gel t< i I lawson.
We were now at the bottom of Lake
Marsh and after a determined attempt to
go up the McCIintoch River, which runs
in close to the outlet of the lake, we at
last Struck running water and were able
to lie back and smoke a pipe without losing
ground. The McCIintoch River was where
Some white men were murdered by Indians
the following spring. The Indians were
caught and hung — a most necessarj
The example was a good one and very
little trouble has ever been given by the
natives in the Yukon.
We were now in what is known as the
Sixty Mile River, running between Lake
Marsh and La Barge, and which contains
the Canon and Whitchorse Rapids. It is
needless to say that this was one of the
most interesting and exciting parts of the
journey. Knowing as we do now the exact
locality and the size and dangers of these
two impediments to navigation, we ap-
proached them as a matter of course and
run them for amusement. In those days
it was different. The descriptions we had
heard of them were lurid and vague. We
had our all in our boats in the shape of
provisions and tools, and scattered as we
were along the river each outfit had to
look out for itself and rely upon its own
exertions. It's the fashion nowadays to
make light of these dangers, but in view
of these facts and circumstances, running
the Canon and Rapids was an exciting
piece of work.
Our two boats got to the Canon about
four in the afternoon and after looking
over the ground we took out some of the
goods and joined forces in running the
two boats. Young Magee took the helm,
I rowed bow and old Magee (he was
nearly sixty years old) rowed stroke. We
took off all superfluous clothing in case of
accidents, and pushed off from the shore.
\\ hen we got in midstream we lay on our
oars and drifted down to the mouth of
the Canon. The river plunges between, two
rock walls, drops about six feet smooth as
glass, and then breaks up in waves and
whirlpools. It is divided into two sections.
and opens out in the center into a large
circle. In this pit the water runs wildly
to right and left, clashing against the cliffs,
and to make a successful "shoot" one must
keep in the broken water in the middle.
Then you dive once more between narrow,
frowning walls of basalt and in a smother
of foam shoot out into the river below.
It is not really dangerous in a good boat,
but the roaring of the waves, the lightning
rapidity of the movement, and the frown-
ing cliffs on either side make it a stirring
minute and a half. It's nearly a mile long
and that is all the time it takes so you
can see it's not too slow.
We ran both boats successfully, getting
a little wet in the first but got the second
through dry as a bone; Exfcricntia docet —
freely translated: "Experience does it."
We spent the evening packing the rest of
our goods round the portage and camped
at the foot of the Canon that night. The
day had been a busy and exciting one. We
were all rather pleased with ourselves at
our successful navigation, and lulled by
the racing waters we slept the sleep of
the just and weary.
Next morning we were up bright and
early, loaded up the boats and ran the
"Squaw" rapids. This is a piece of swift
water studded with rocks, about two miles
long and lying between the Canon and the
Rapids. Not very dangerous in a small
boat, but a bad piece of water for heavy-
laden scows. The bones of many a one
lie whitening there now to tell the tale.
It was raining heavily so we did not un-
load the boats. Just set up our tents and
took a look at the rapids. There were
several outfits here. Some packing round
boats and all, some packing round their
provisions and letting their boats through
with ropes, and others sitting down wait-
ing for some one. to tell them what to do.
Running the rapids was not favored and
when we determined to "take it flying" we
were cautioned, warned, sympathized with
and finally given up as crazy. Many had
no doubt run the rapids before we did,
and I know many ran it afterwards ; but
out of twenty outfits none would try it
when we were there. It was usual to pack
the grub around and line the boats down
empty. The marks of the ropes were visi-
ble on trees that had been used as snub-
bing posts. It was the "chee-chaco" that made
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running the Whitehorse a usual occurrence.
The following morning we unloaded
some of the stuff and amidst the applause
of an admiring but dubious audience started
our first boat. Three big waves and the
first part was over and we were fairly in
for it. The water runs swiftly for a half
mile, and then a reef of rocks runs out
from the left bank and makes the passage
very narrow and rough indeed.
Holding her nose straight for the
combers we "gave way" and then fairly
disappeared in a smother. I did not see
much of the first trip, as we shipped a sea
that caught me fair between the shoulder
blades, taking my breath and eyesight at
one and the same time. It was icy cold
and rather unexpected. We got through
with very little trouble and with great
rapidity. Pulling in below the whirlpool
on the left bank we shook hands all round
and started back for the second boat.
Our audience this time asked us to wait
till they could get to the lower end, which
was the roughest, and see all the fun. We
told them to hurry up as we were anxious
to get through, being all more or less wet
and chilly. They hurried and from their
remarks afterward had as good a time
as we did. Some of them ran their own
boats after this and Magee and I piloted
several that day.
Next day, everything being dry and re-
packed, clothes washed and patched, we
set out again. Down stream, it was easy
going. Thirty miles to Lake La Barge.
Here we found a strong head-wind blowing
and too heavy a sea to attempt the cross-
ing. La Barge is twenty-eight to thirty
miles long and, being wide, is open to
heavy winds. At times it is very rough
indeed and dangerous for large and small
boats. We waited two days for the wind
to moderate and then took four days buck-
ing headseas to get to the other end. It
was a stiff pull and when we struck the
head of the Thirty Mile we were more
than pleased. From here on it was an un-
broken current to Dawson and we were
well pleased to let the stream do most of
the work.
We camped out every night and one
camp was very like another. Landing
about six o'clock, we would set up a
tent and stove. Some got fire-wood, others
brush where we could. A hearty meal,
generally bacon, sometimes fish, and once
a great luxury — an oyster stew! Old
Magee was responsible for this, as our
outfit did not run to delicacies.
Then the tobacco pipe was passed round,
bread baked for the next day, and con-
fidential chats as to where we would go
first and what we would do with our
money "when we got it". Then as Pepys
says in his diary, "so to bed."
But the trip is drawing to an end.
Hootalinqua is passed, Stewart River,
Indian River, Baker, Montana; and at last,
sweeping round the Klondike City Bluff,
we come in full sight of the "golden city"
almost before we expected it. Then a wild
pull for the shore, a scramble through the
mud and we make fast for the last time.
Before long we are inspecting the one
long street — mostly saloons — looking over
people's shoulders at the faro layout, gaz-
ing curiously at the tumblers filled with
gold dust behind the bars, and generally
drinking in our first experience of a wild
and woolly mining camp in its zenith. I
will not attempt to describe it all in this
rambling series. It should be a work of
its own and would take a more descriptive
pen than mine to do it justice. Suffice it to
say it was in every way up to our expecta-
tions. All we had read in Bret Harte
was before us, only living. It's true there
were no "dead men for breakfast." That
was not on the bill-of-fare and was not
expected. But there was everything else —
gambling, dance halls, muddy streets,
miners with "pokes" which they spent
lavishly. Everything wide open day and
night, week days and Sundays. New ar-
rivals continually pouring in from the outer
world and old timers arriving daily from
the creeks with stories of rich strikes and
the yellow dust in bags to vouch for their
statements. It was great! It was human,
and we were glad to be a part of it. We
had dared the dangers and were now pre-
pared to reap the harvest. Good-by, reader.
We are off to stake a claim somewhere in the
morning, and will tell you more about it in
the future.
SONNET
"TONIGHT the moon sails o'er the placid lake
' And gilds the crest of every fretted wave;
The reeds along the shore their lances shake
Like marshalled hosts of long forgotten brave;
A thousand songs from out a thousand throats
Lilt through the air and lyric make the scene.
How wondrous sweet are all the reedy notes?
How golden-clad the wave crest's jeweled sheen?
Sail on, O, Moon, amid the starry isles;
O, wavy lips, sweet kiss the ravished shore;
O, reedy ranks, break not your martial files
But guard this peaceful scene for ever-more.
Sing low, Sweet Pan, your thousand throated song
Deep in my heart the future years along.
—Sam Exton Foulds.
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ANIMAL COURAGE
By F. W. Reid.
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Part I.
F ONE could line up the wild
beasts on parade, as Adam is
fabled to have done in Eden
when he gave them names, in
what order should they be ar-
ranged from the view-point of
courage? Should the first place
be assigned to the lion, tiger,
bear, or elephant? A difficult
problem this to solve. Still the
pursuit of its solution will lead us over the
most interesting territory in the province of
natural history.
For ages past, wild animals have been
matched against one another in the struggle
for existence. Hence there has arisen an es-
tablished order of things ; and the animal
world can be roughly divided into beasts that
prey and beasts that are preyed upon. In their
mutual struggle is displayed defensive as well
as aggressive courage. Man has been some-
times a witness of these brute combats in the
jungle. In the Roman amphitheatre wild
beasts were pitted against one another. But
little is to be learned as regards their relative
prowess from battles so conditioned, for cap-
tivity profoundly alters the nature of wild
animals. Moreover man, in the case of the
matador, has stepped himself into the ring to
test the prowess of one among his reputed in-
feriors.
It is from the behavior of savage beasts in
face of their natural enemy that we can most
easily infer their courage. As regards this
there is a vast quantity of floating tradition in
all countries where big game exists. There
are the relations and personal anecdotes, more
or less reliable, of hunters, trappers, and men
of the wilderness. More important is the large
body of evidence collected in the writings of
famous explorers and sportsmen, of such men
as Hornaday and Roosevelt, Samuel Baker and
Gordon Cumming, to pick only a few noted
names.
Let us take the case of the elephant first.
Has he, the "biggest born of earth", a heart in
proportion to his enormous bulk? Elephants,
both African and Indian, have been hunted
almost to the point of extermination for the
sake of their ivory. Though admirably
equipped by nature both for offence and de-
fence, protected by a thick hide and armed
with long tusks, they have not been able to
hold their own against the cunning of man.
Even without firearms the savages of Africa
destroy great numbers of them.
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The Asiatic elephant has been longest under
observation. It has been trained to the service
of man from time immemorial — as carriage of
state, traction engine, even as a piler of lum-
ber. The monster has proved docile, tractable,
and intelligent. As the ally of man on his
hunting expeditions, its staunchness has often
been put to the test. Now it is a fact well
known to all Indian hunters, and attested by
such celebrities as Sanderson and Sir Samuel
Baker, that the steadiness of the shikar ele-
phant is a very uncertain quantity.
Baker relates some annoying experiences he
met with while riding on trained elephants of
excellent reputation. Some bolted as soon as
they smelt or saw a tiger, and tore through the
jungle, subjecting him to the risk of being
knocked off his seat by the branch of a tree.
On one occasion the hunter lost the chance of
an easy shot at close range at a tigress be-
cause his elephant began to quake like a moun-
tain of jelly, throwing him from one side of
the howdah to the other. The weak point of
the apparently invulnerable creature is its
trunk. This sensitive organ of touch can only
be partly coiled out of harm's way, and the
wounds inflicted on its exposed surface by a
charging tiger are very painful and apt to be
remembered long. An elephant that has once
been badly clawed about the trunk loses its
value for hunting purposes.
That a battle-scarred animal should "funk"
is comprehensible, but how shall we account
for the peculiar timidity which the elephant
exhibits in the presence of dogs? The active
movements of its nimble aggressor seem to
disconcert the mammoth, and to inspire it with
the same feelings that oppress a woman when
a mouse scurries towards the haven of her
skirts. Elephants dislike to have little dogs
get between their legs, where they cannot see
them and do not know what tricks they may
play. A yapping fox-terrier will drive the
huge creature to retreat in a most undignified
manner.
More remarkable still is the case, recorded
in the annals of Indian sport, of the elephant
which ran away from a hare. It was a sen-
sitive female, whose nerves had been shaken
by the din made by the beaters and by the
roaring of some bears which, however, did not
show themselves outside the jungle. But when
the little harmless creature darted out of the
cover and fled towards the elephant, as to a
tower of safety — the tower turned tail. Per-
haps the great animal is too intelligent to be
perfectly courageous ; and its training to serv-
ice may develop its imagination at the expense
of its spirit. It may think too much ; and, as
Hamlet says, "Conscience doth make cowards
of us all."
But when the elephant's sage self-control is
destroyed by sexual insanity — when it becomes
what is called musth — it is absolutely fearless.
The mad creature runs amok, like a Malay. It
begins its career of destruction by killing its
keeper, and then proceeds to trample the life
out of every human being that crosses its
path. The "rogue" — a mildish name for such
a terror, — after devouring the stores of grain
in the village it has stormed, demolishes the
houses out of sheer devilment. But this tem-
pestuous fury is not courage. It only shows
what a terrible enemy to mankind in the
tropics the elephant would be, were it naturally
aggressive.
Fortunately they are not. In the jungle, ele-
phants are only dangerous in the breeding sea-
son. As a rule the herds retreat when they
wind a hunter. A wounded tusker of course
waxes furious and turns on his pursuer, but
his charge can usually be stopped or diverted
by a shot.
Elephants and tigers, though they live in the
same jungles, do not come naturally into com-
petition. The former feed on grass and leaves,
the latter on flesh. But "stripes" when prowl-
ing walks wide of the herd that he hears tear-
ing the branches down ; not that he fears an
assault, but because he must seek his prey in
less disturbed places. Sensible animals learn
to mind their own business in the jungle. It
is man, working for his own ends, that has
brought the two animals into the field against
one another.
But at what odds ! On the one side an army,
a battle line of forty or fifty huge brutes,
weighing tons, with the communicated courage
that comes from numbers in touch, and the
support and encouragement of their lord and
master. On the other, a solitary but undaunted
animal, small in comparison with even one of
its opponents, but, oh! how stout of heart.
Who that has seen a royal tiger flash past the
muzzles of an array of elephants, challenging
them with a ringing roar, waving defiance with
his tail, can deny him the meed of superior
bravery? Of the opposing horde few dare
face him in single combat, and if such a cham-
pion be found, the tiger often brings the mam-
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moth to his knees. No wonder that the Indians
honor the tiger with the title of prince and
rajah of the forest.
But how does the great cat show when its
mettle is tried by the lord of creation? The
title seems to beg the very question, but is
itself open to dispute. For take away his lire-
arms, or other means of killing at a safe
distance, and what will man's naked strength
avail against a brute that weighs four hun-
dred pounds and is armed with teeth and
claws? Very little. Therefore the royal beast
denies a sovereignty that asserts itself so
weakly, and cither ignores or hunts the arro-
gant biped. Even where tigers have learned to
respect the mystery of the armed man, the
rifle damps but does not daunt their courage.
It is tempered with a discretion that teaches
them not to seek a combat.
A tiger rarely attacks a white man, even
when unarmed. A friend of the writer's, tak-
ing an evening stroll away from his hunting
camp, met a tiger face to face on the edge of
the jungle. The two killers eyed one another
for an instant, the man remaining quite still ;
then each went his own way. It was like the
chance encounter of a pair of rival pugilists on
the eve of a match. Yet that great authority,
Baker, says it is not safe, if you fall in with a
tiger, to trust to the imagined cowing influence
of the human eye. You may a/ouse the sus-
picions of the animal. Thinking you mean
mischief, he may take the initiative and charge.
Again, a tigress with cubs will attack anyone
that stumbles upon her lair.
A case of this kind happened some years ago
in Central India. A young man, hearing that
a. tiger was lodged in a certain ravine, took a
gun with him and ventured alone on the dan-
gerous risk of a stillhunt. Winding him, the
animal was the first to attack, rushing sud-
denly from cover and clawing him severely be-
fore he could handle his weapon. This was
not the assault of a man-eater, but of a tiger
annoyed at being disturbed. It was a warning
to "keep out", but so severely punctuated that
the intruder died from the shock.
When wounded, the natural courage of the
tiger is goaded to a pitch of fury. It is then
that the fatal accidents inseparable from this
dangerous sport occur. They were often
caused by the hollow "express" bullet, which
exploded in the muscles and irritated without
paralyzing the animal. The injured tiger de-
termines to go down to hades, like a hero of
old, in the midst of a heap of slain foemen.
He springs at those unlucky beaters who have
not climbed out of harm's way, and smites
them perhaps to death. Men are mauled or
killed outright, stately elephants dragged to
the ground, the hunter perhaps wounded, be-
fore the courageous tiger receives the finishing
stroke.
The lion has long been the accepted type of
courage. Heroes, kings, and warriors of olden
time adopted the lion as their emblem ; and
only the bravest of the brave were hailed with
the title "lion hearted." The noble animal has
held the center of the stage so long because
he was the most formidable wild beast known
to the writers of antiquity, who were them-
selves not very accurately informed about his
character. In Asiatic literature the tiger was
equally celebrated, but little was known con-
cerning him to Europeans until comparatively
recent times. Before then painter, poet, and
sculptor had securely established the lion on
the throne as king of the beasts.
Whatever rivalry fabulists may feign to ex-
ist between lion and tiger, in nature there is
none. One lords it in Asia, the other in
Africa. Animal suzerainty indeed belongs
rather in the realm of fancy than in that of
fact. And whether the king of the beasts can
even be said to hold undisputed sway in Africa
cannot be determined without taking into ac-
count the records of some other denizens of
that hunter's paradise.
The human natives indeed, whether forest
dwellers or inhabitants of the sandy wastes,
are not afraid to match themselves with lions.
The Hamram Arabs of Abyssinia hunt the
noble quarry' on horseback, sword in hand. A
common practice with many "bush" tribes is to
entangle lions in a labyrinth of nets and then
rush in and spear them. Hence Leo Africonus
has had pounded into him a certain respect for
Homo sapiens, and as a rule discreetly refrains
from attacking his camps north of the equator.
Regarding his boldness in South Africa
opinions differ. Livingstone, the celebrated
missionary, thought that there was no danger
of an attack from the lions in the Zambesi dis-
trict by day. On dark nights they would ven-
ture to attack his oxen, they were less brave
when there was moonlight. But the Boers on
their "treks", and the Mashonaland explorers,
used to surround their camps with a strong
zareeba of thorny wood, and to keep fires
burning all night as a safeguard. In spite of
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these precautions it sometimes happened that a
lion leaped the fence and carried off a sleeping
man. Cumming, the lion-hunter, met with such
an experience. The robber moreover had the
nerve to devour his victim somewhere out in
the dark beyond the camp, for the crunching
of bones was distinctly heard.
This readiness to attack seems to argue for
the superiority of the lion over the tiger, as
regards courage. For the latter, although a
man-killer in a furtive occasional way, keeps
respectfully away from a camp. But there is a
considerable difference between the surround-
ings of the two animals. India is a civilized
country with tracts of jungle at intervals; and
firearms have been in use there for many years.
Africa is still for the greater part a jungle
or a desert, with fringes and oases of civiliza-
tion ; and guns are of comparatively recent in-
troduction there. All this tells on the habits of
the animals. The tiger has been longer at the
school of caution. But when a tug-of-war be-
tween man and brute is unavoidable, as in the
case of following up a wounded animal, the
tiger is as dangerous every way, and just as
likely to turn on and rend his hunters as the
lion.
If the attitude of a wild beast towards man
and his works is a fair test of courage, the
little leopard should rank high among the
fighting cats. It would take two big leopards,
and a cub thrown in the scale, to balance the
weight of an average tiger. Yet the smaller
animal shows plenty of "spunk" in a fight, and
in addition a quality of nerve perhaps superior
to that of his big cousin. "Spots" will take
risks at which "stripes" looks askance. A
tiger is very suspicious of a trap, but there is
no keeping a leopard out of the grounds, or
even the veranda of a house where dogs are
kept. The brutes' mouths water for a tit-bit
like a fat little pug or terrier, and their tracks
are not rarely discovered around bungalows in
jungly localities.
I have seen a leopard expose itself in the
day time quite near to habitations. The at-
traction in this case was a big retriever, trot-
ting cheerfully along a wooded hill-path just
beyond Naini-Tal. The leopard peered over a
rock not many feet above the trail and seemed
about to spring down ; but the approach of a
party of pedestrians, whom the dog was pre-
ceding, caused him to retreat behind the
boulders with a flirt of his tail. In Africa it
is not uncommon for leopards to prowl by
night into the porches of the huts of solitary
settlers and claw at the shutters.
Doubtless the smaller size of the leopard and
its resourcefulness in hiding fortify its heart.
"Spots" is not easy to hit in the dark, and has
a hundred dodges for escaping, if discovered,
which the tiger has not, being arboreal in its
native haunts. It will prowl over roofs and
outhouses where cattle lie, as unconcernedly as
a tom-cat. The leopard is a venturesome ani-
mal that seems fully persuaded that it has nine
lives to risk.
The courage of the great cats as a class is
such as one would infer from their habits.
They are hunters and killers, armed and
active ; they feed on flesh and lap blood. In
the bears we have a tribe that is only preda-
tory on occasion. They seem to lead a double
life. Now they are meat-eaters for the nonce,
like those vegetarians who find it hard to
wean themselves entirely from the flesh-pots ;
and fatten themselves against the winter on
the carcasses of deer. Again, they satisfy them-
selves with an innocent diet of honey, nuts,
berries, and insects. With all this they are not
of a mild disposition. The bear is the type of
a surly man. Samuel Johnson was so un-
gracious, so overbearing when crossed in dis-
pute, that he was nicknamed "Ursa Major."
Bruin is solitary in his habits, morose in tem-
per, and his growl is a warning that he is best
left alone.
Bears are of patriotic interest to Americans,
not indeed on account of their temper, but be-
cause the finest specimen of their tribe is
peculiar to this continent — the grizzly. The
annals of the West abound with testimony to
the courage of old Ephraim — by the way, who
gave him that name, and why? They are full
of stories of terrific fights between trappers
and big bears. But, as Roosevelt has pointed
out, the pioneers, though good marksmen, were
indifferently armed for battle with a large ani-
mal protected by a shaggy coat. The small
bullet used was only occasionally fatal. Hence
the "moving accidents", the hand-to-hand en-
counters, where claws were matched with
knives. From these tales the grizzly bear looms
forth an ogre of the mountains, a legendary
and terrible creature.
The grizzly of the present day, though still
formidable enough, is not surrounded with
such a halo of terror. Improved firearms
have taught the bear discretion. The hailstorm
of lead pumped forth from a modern magazine
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rifle gives pause to the most ferocious temper.
Grizzlies, says Roosevelt, do not now attack
unprovoked, but if cornered they come on with
reckless fury. A bear in a tight place, boxed
up in a mountain cleft for example, is nearly
certain to turn on his pursuers. Wounded,
he will fight to the death against odds. Wit-
nes the fate of the soldiers who, riding back
to camp, lightly chased and wounded a grizzly.
The brute clawed one assailant off his horse,
and, when the other dismounted to aid his
comrade threw him down and bit him to death.
An intrepid gallantry was shown by that bear
of whom it is related that, after being worsted
in a fight with a stallion, with broken jaw and
smashed face he sallied out from cover to meet
the cowboys who had followed up his tracks.
There is no questioning the courage of old
Ephraim.
The black bear of India sustains the family
character for pugnacity. The hot climate per-
haps adds a dash of pepper to his temper, for
he does not always wait for an affront. This
variety is small compared with the grizzly,
weighing on the average only 300 pounds, but
he is quite as plucky. One would hardly im-
agine that a bear would face the huge moving
bulk of an elephant. Yet they have been ob-
served to leave the cover of the jungle and
actually stand, fronting the colossus in a de-
fiant "Come-on !" attitude, and the giant has
taken fright and backed away from this roar-
ing David of the woods. It is dangerous work
following one of these bears when hit, for a
shot does not always scare them from charg-
ing to close with the hunter. The ferocity of
the grizzly is said to depend upon the amount
of resistance it is accustomed to meet with.
In the case of the Indian bear, it may be that
familiarity with the generally harmless native
has bred contempt for men, and that they are
slow to apprehend the white man's power of
offense. Though not usually aggressive, there
is a determined quality of courage in this bear
that makes it formidable.
AUTUMN'S COMING
I SAW the
• A red le
en Autumn come —
her hair,
And timbrels in her hands to thrum
A wild and prankish air.
dev
Her eyes were starry-bright
Upon a verdant mere,
Her crimson slippers twinkled new
Adown the graying year.
Her lips were carmine, cupid-bowed,
And seeming, made to kiss —
If one but knew the proper code
To woo the madcap miss!
And all in flaring colors, she
Bowed mocking to the breeze,
And sang a hoiden's song to me,
And romped the silvered leas.
I saw the maiden Autumn come —
A gipsy lass, and fair,
With timbrels in her hands to thrum—
A red leaf in her hair.
— Stacy E. Bike
IN THE GOLDEN DAYS
THE crimson sumac lims the purple hills
' And in the valleys gleams the bundled grain;
All down the wooded way the blood-red glows
Where the queen Autumn's hectic cheek has lain;
And where her hand has touched the wild woodbin
Its leaves are tipped with brilliant, scarlet stain.
Far in the distance yellow, burnished clouds
Of maple rain a golden shower-bath;
All through the stubble glints the tender green
Of grass, the meadow's free-will aftermath;
A whirling dust cloud hazes toward the sun
Where cattle straggle down a beaten path.
Down through its golden bars the great sun slips;
The still, brief twilight hastens, over-soon;
A faint flush heralds from the eastern hills
And lo! — she comes, the glorious Autumn moon.
She comes — and the sweet, radiant silver night
Supplants the mellow golden afternoon.
— Grace G. Crowell.
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^ THE COUP OF W. DUGAN
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By Maurice Smiley.
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LD Bill Dugan dropped down on
the diggin's like gettin' money
from home. We wasn't expect-
in' him, that's sure as shootin',
but he was mighty welcome, fer
he brought the finest letter o' in-
troduction that the Ashcroft
mail ever hauled into Tincup.
"Boys," says Bill after we had
named our pizen, Bill only takin'
a chaw, "this is my daughter. Susan, the
boys ; boys, Susan." Then we ast him to name
some fer Susan and that's the way we spent
most of the first night after they came.
Bill hadn't been in the camp a week before
every galoot was dippy over Sue. Bill him-
self was as crazy as a bedbug, we could soon
see that. But he was a harmless old chap and
we jist sort of organized ourselves into a
committee of the whole to see that there was
always a slab o' bacon and a peck or two of
meal in Bill's larder — fer Susan's sake.
We never minded nothin' that Bill done,
even when he disappeared at times fer whole
days. We jist set it down to his head. He
had squatted in an old cabin that Bill Cope-
land had left behind because he couldn't
take it with him. Cope was noted fer takin'
about everything he could lay his hands on.
In fact, he had a mighty takin' way with
him, Cope had.
Bill never thought to show us any of his
letters, though he got a big one every week
from Denver. He never lickered up and that
was sure proof that he was to the bad in his
upper story. He had the queerest ideas about
cussin'. Nobody could say nothin' stronger
than "Durn it!" in Bill's presence and we
soon found out that if we wanted very much
of Sue's society we had to cut out the naughty
words. One day when Harve Johnson let
out a few kinks in the blue line Bill showed
him the door and it was six weeks before he
seen the inside o' the shack again.
That put a big flea in our ears. So when-
we called on Sue we used to work the
religious racket overtime. Some of us got
badly mixed up, and I remember that I came
out of the little end of the horn one day when
I had primed myself by studyin' an old
Denver paper that had a copy of a sermon in
it. It was about the letter to the Hebrews and
I thought I was holdin' four aces when I
suddenly ast Bill what he thought Minne-
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apolis meant in her letter to the people in
Jerusalem.
"1 guess you mean St. Paul," remarked
Bill and even Sue smiled. Then wc kind o'
quit expoundin' and let old Bill do that stunt
hissclf. Nothin' seemed to please him better
and we let him do the parson act while we
threw eyes at Sue.
But Bill's great bughouse speciality was
strikin' it rich in the old holes in the hills
around town. He'd freeze onto some old
sewer that never panned $2 an acre and peg
away fer a week. "I'll strike it yit," says
Bill, says he. Then he'd try another. He
got soured as this thing went on fer a month
or two until suddenly the wind changed to the
blizzard quarter.
I thought I stood about ace high with Sue.
She had played no favorites that I could see,
but she had a way of showin' you when your
chips could be cashed at her bank and when
they couldn't. One day Bill stood at the
other end of the trail I had worn between
my shack and his. "You've tramped that
grass down and I'd kind o' like to see it
pushin' its green head thro' the dirt again for
about two weeks," says Bill, says he. That
meant fer me to hit the trail. But Sue was
a brick.
"Dad's off, you know," says Sue, "because
he hain't struck nothin'. Now if he could
only find a little pay ore in one o' them holes
some day — nothin' much; jist a little."
So the next day I kind o' quietly recom-
mended Bill to try the Bonnie Belle, an old
posthole up on Pine Creek. Nobody had ever
pulled six bits out of it, and Bill went straight
up in the air when he picked up a nugget of
$200 ore. Some folks wondered how it got
there but I noticed that Bill let me come
around the front way some more.
Somebody tipped the thing off and soon Bill
was pickin' up all kinds o' nuggets. Sue give
me to understand that, no matter how many
fellers came around, I was the card that
took the heart trick. But so far as Bill was
concerned I noticed that the richer the ore
recommendations panned out the more he
loosened up with Sue, and when I sunk $40
worth o' gold-bearin' porphyry in one day he
let me take Sue to a show down in Aspen.
It was nip an' tuck between the boys from
that time until there was a new deal. It was
all good-natured, though a bit expensive, as
long as the fight was between the old settlers.
But when the Peance gang butted in, there
was trouble. The Peance gang was a hard
crowd. There wasn't more than half a dozen
of them and they herded pretty much to
theirsclvcs. When Jim Downing begin to
shine around an' dropped a hint that panned
out pretty good ore, the old timers began to
git nervous. We always suspicioned Jim of
knowing who was at the other end of the
rope that was tied around Charley Dailey's
mare. And when Lambert Lowary begin to
loosen up, two or three of us put a few extra
under our belts an' begin to talk of ropes. It
was only suspicion on Jim Downing, but
Lambert had once dealt me four queens and
had a royal flush left.
That was the kind of a gang the Peance
crowd was and we all bucked good and hard
when Doc Eddy capped the climax. Doc was
the king pin of the bunch and when he caught
cold the rest of them sneezed. They slept
with the same winder open. Doc and his
bunch hadn't been in camp a week before the
stage was shy a shipment of pay-money for
the Smuggler. It was stopped three times in
two months. Doc always had what the lawyers
call an alibi, to show that he was somewhere
else when he done the job. But we all would
have swore on a pile of new decks that the
Peance gang was at the bottom of it and
we didn't notice that Bill was usually absent
about the time of the holdups. We was so
sure we didn't try no detective business an'
Sherlock Holmes couldn't have given us no
pointers.
Whenever we talked of the general cussed-
ness going on around the diggin's, we couldn't
prove nothin' except that since the Peance
crowd came over the range there had been
more steers cut out, more horses run off,
more holdups and more good ore stolen than
since the Hooper gang had stopped with us
a few weeks. So when Doc Eddy began to
sow pay ore like No. 2 winter wheat in a
fonr-sided draw, we all kicked like a maverick
gittin' branded. I used to be a justice of the
peace's constable before the justice started a
saloon, so I was deputized to call on Sue on
behalf of the old settlers and protest against
the Peance gang bein' allowed to buy any
chips in the game. I got a frost that would
have kept a snowball frappeed in hades.
"You return to your companions," says Sue,
says she, as near as I kin remember, "and
inform them that the best bronco buster
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among 'em haint got no cinch on me. Dad and
me will do just as we please." Then Sue
drawed herself up like we seen the leadin'
lady do in the show at Aspen. Then she kind
o' thawed out after a while an' purred like a
kitten that's just scratched a chunk of hide
out of you.
"Don't feel bad," says Sue, says she. "It'll
all come right in the end. Dad's off, you
know, but nobody can take my heart from me
while I ain't looking and I've got my lamps
all trimmed and burning." So that give me
another tip an' the old settlers kind o' drawed
off an' let the Peance bunch spend their good
coin buyin' our good ore. We all cleaned up
quite a bunch out of the Peance crowd an'
that give us another idee.
"Sue," says I, one day, "why can't you put
a stop to this whole business? We all can't
git you an' it ain't fair, even to the Peance
gang, to make 'em go broke in a skin game."
Which is all a beauty contest is, any way. Sue
knowed what I meant an' tho' she tried to let
on it was all very sudden she never fooled
me. But it took her a long time to come
round to my plan to git married, an' cut the
whole thing out, an' go east an' live like white
folks. She wouldn't git married in Tincup by
a magistrate, but stuck out fer Ashcroft where
there was a regular sky pilot.
"Dad'd shoot the top of your head off if he
caught us," says Sue, says she. "We can
send for him after it's all over." It wasn't
nothin' to me, so I agreed. It was fixed up
that I should bring two horses an' all my
belongings to Campbell's bridge, four miles
below town, at eight o'clock on a certain night.
I was so blamed full of my own business that
I didn't suspect nothin' when there seemed to
be a regular sellin' out an' pullin' up of stakes
all over Tincup, especially among the Peance
gang. I could have bought a Mexican saddle
fer $2.25, but I didn't tumble. Some of the
old settlers got the Goldfield fever all of a
sudden, but you couldn't have tunneled thro'
my head with a diamond drill. You can, now.
I got my traps together an' at two minutes
to eight on the night agreed I loped down to
the bridge. I passed Jim Downing on the way,
but didn't think nothin' of it. When I got
to the bridge I whistled twice an' Sue
answered it. That was the signal. The next
instant a pair of arms like the paws of a
grizzly bear was around my neck an' I found
myself layin' on the ground with Bill Dugan's
right hand over my mouth.
"Not a word or you will spoil it all," he
cried. "This is a matter that requires the
utmost secrecy and I can take no chances."
I hadn't never heard Bill use such fine
language before an' all I done was to stare.
Purty soon I seen Sue standin' to one side
laughin' fit to kill.
"I don't see the joke," says I, feelin' like
three plugged dimes.
Sue quit givin' me the laugh an' then she
talked real kind. "There will be no elopement,
Mr. Simpson," says Sue, says she. "If you
will assist us you will not regret it. Other-
wise we shall have to act by ourselves."
When I heard the explanation of the affair,
I promised to help in a jiffy.
There was a whistle out in the road just
then an' five minutes later we had Jim Down-
ing and his little bundle of wordly goods lay-
in' alongside of each other. Jim was cussin'
something scandalous, but Bill just poked a
stick of wood in his face. Inside of half an
hour every blamed galoot in the Peance crowd
an' two or three of the old settlers was
trussed up like turkeys. Sue had planned an
elopement with every blasted one of them !
Doc Eddy was the last one corraled and he
made the air blue even thro' his gag. "I am
sure, Mr. Simpson," says Bill, "you will
excuse the inconvenience to which we have
put you, but we could take absolutely no one
into our confidence and we could not discrim-
inate in favor of one party without arousing
suspicions. We were after the Peance gang
and simply took our own way of getting them.
We have kept a careful estimate of the
outlay made by each of you in our behalf and
it will be refunded to you. Dick Bennett
always pays his debts."
Dick Bennet ! The cleverest detective west
of Chicago!
"Keep the change," says I. "It was worth
it. Sometimes I play the green myself. But
I really think you might a' let me in," says I,
turnin' to Sue.
"Well, you come an' see us when you come
to Denver, and we'll both let you in," says
Mrs. Dick, says she.
SOUTH COAST SHOOTING
^-> By "Stiixhuntek."
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IX. THE BAND-TAILED PIGEON.
NE of the least known game birds
of California, yet one of the
hardest to shoot, and a fairly
good variation of the usual
game diet of quail and rabbits
and deer while one is in the
mountains, is the band-tailed
pigeon of the higher hills.
To the scattergun man
accustomed to stand two or
three hours of an afternoon in the shade of a
sheltering tree at the edge of a wheat field,
bringing down five out of seven of the doves
that pass over him on their way to or from
their feeding grounds ; to the quail enthusiast
or the snipe shooter, who with the aid of his
wide-ranging dogs can find good sport in
almost any mesa or lowlying marsh, the
shooting of these mountain pigeons will not
appeal. The work of getting them is out
of all proportion to the birds obtained, and
it is practically impossible to hunt them suc-
cessfully alone, two great orawbacks to any
sort of hunting.
But the band-tail when found, high in the
piney slopes of the real mountains or driven
down to the oak flats by the constant pres-
sure of deep snows, is one of the finest of
birds for the hunter who has the stamina to
carry a heavy duck gun through the canons
all day and to shoot three and a half drams of
powder under an ounce and a quarter of shot,
and do it every time he sees a bird.
Ten of these hill pigeons is a good day's
bag for any hunter, I care not how ex-
perienced he is or how well he knows the
California mountains through which he hunts.
And the birds are not disappearing through
any inroads hunters are making on their
ranks; in fact, there are as many band-tails
in the California hills today as there were the
first day I ever saw one of the pigeons, many
years ago on the northern face of old Mount
San Antonio, better known as "Baldy."
First of all, this bird should not be mixed
with the common turtle or mourning dove,
found in every field of the Southwest. A
much larger bird, the prevailing tone of whose
plumage is blue, the band-tail is seldom if ever
seen in the lowlands, and then only when, as
rarely happens, it is driven out of the moun-
tains by the cold and heavy snows of winter.
Then it comes down only so far as may be
necessary to escape the rigors of its summer
home, and returns just as soon as the snow
begins to melt with the first warm days of
the California spring. In either place the
birds are the embodiment of life. Gifted with
long, splendidly proportioned wings, and sets
of thick, stout muscles across the breast, they
can hurl themselves through the air at a speed
rivaling that of the famed teal duck.
Half the band shot at on the wing are
missed ; and three-quarters of this half go scot
free, not because the shooter has not estimated
his distance correctly, nor allowed enough for
their speed, but because the birds unless hit
in a vital spot can carry away so much shot.
In the Big Tejunga, up above the San Fer-
nando valley, I have seen one of these pigeons,
hit in midair with a charge of sixes, turn com-
pletely over and keep right on going, being
brought down about two hundred yards
further up the canon by another hunter.
For experiment, the carcass of this bird was
cut up by myself and another equally curious
hunter. In the muscles were lodged twelve of
those number six shot, and but for the fact
that the thirteenth, presumably fired by the
second man, had pierced the bird's heart, he
probably would have been going yet.
There is no law on the band-tails, and now
that the duck season is over and the quail time
still to come — I am writing this in May — the
big blue fellows fill in an agreeable manner a
barren niche in the twelve months' round of
sports. To constant residents in the moun-
tains they furnish an unending supply of game,
and can be kept for years in a locality by
careful shooting and the use of good judg-
ment on the part of residents.
They certainly are an attractive addition
to the avifauna of California mountains, and
are the one bird which, along with the turkey
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yulture in the lowlands, is in no danger —
imminent at least — of extinction. Perched in
the branches of a pine or an oak tree they
are practically invisible until the hunter passes
directly under the tree. Occasionally — two
specific instances of this occurred in my ex-
perience— they will walk around a tree trunk,
much the same way that ruffed grouse are
said to do in the East, keeping the trunk
between themselves and the hunter, making
no noise but refusing to fly.
To hunt such birds as these, of course, a
dog is of but little use, unless it be to retrieve
dead birds. And you can be assured that
when you pull one of these band-tails out of
the air with your load of sixes, he is dead
enough to lie where he falls for all the rest
of time else he had never come to earth. The
best way to hunt these pigeons — and I speak
not so much from my own experience, which
has been limited to a few weeks with them
in all my shooting life, as from that of others
whom I have known — is in company. Two
can hunt band-tails better than one, and four
can have better success than two. Beyond
four, however, the party usually becomes un-
wieldy and the game is not as good as it
can be made for the smaller party.
Coming up a canon in the mountains, or
going down some north slope, you will see a
pigeon dip into a pine tree ; presently you will
make out three or four perched in the upper
branches of the same tree. Carefully, like as
you would stalk a black-tail or a mountain
sheep or a feeding sage grouse, you creep up
the canon, keeping in the shelter of the slope
or in the shadow of the pines. Not a stone
rolls beneath your feet if you are lucky; not a
twig cracks in your fingers as you put aside
a branch here and there. Suddenly you stand
within easy range. Up comes the old twelve-
bore — for you are after pigeons and a sitting
shot is as good as any. Down the midrib you
see one of the blue coated fellows sitting up
in the bright light of the afternoon sun.
You press the trigger, and as the crack of
the nitro rings out through the hills all the
way from six to a hundred pigeons burst from
the tree. You did not see them, not before
you fired at any rate; quite probably they did
not see you, but they were there all the same,
and the way they got out of that pine tangle
would have put a teal or a canvas-back to
shame in a minute. If your aim has been
good, your load heavy enough and the god
of Chance on your side, your bird comes
tumbling down out of the pine. Possibly he
sticks up there a few hundred feet from the
ground on a pestiferous little branch no bigger
than your finger, and you have to shoot him
down or climb the tree, the latter of which is
no cinch and generally puts some little crimp
in your hunting legs for the remainder of the
afternoon.
Flights of these pigeons are few and far
between. A few such have come under my
notice, however, but for the most part these
were across small, low-lying valleys and the
birds flew so high that nothing short of a
rifle could reach them with killing force. Up
around Newhall and over in the Simi valley
there was at one time such a flight; whether
it still maintains its customary quota of morn-
ing and evening band-tails, I do not know.
This year the best sport with the big pigeons
has been down in the San Diego county
mountains, particularly around Fallbrook and
Escondido.
In Lower California there are more of the
band-tails than anywhere else in the world,
and their feeding grounds in the interior of
the peninsula are said to resemble those of
the passenger pigeons in the old days in
Minnesota and Ohio. Occasionally a tall,
dead tree can be found, barren of leaves and
from which a view can be obtained for miles
around. Where such a tree stands in the line
of flight of the band-tails a good bag generally
can be picked from it by a hunter hid in the
brush near by. For this sort of shooting,
which is the best way for a man hunting
alone to adopt, a small bore rifle, .22 or .25-20
caliber, is the arm to use to get the best
results. The small rifle makes less noise than
the shotgun ; practically all the hidden
hunter's shots will be at sitting birds, and
he can make a clean kill practically every
time he pulls the trigger.
One such tree at one time stood at the head
of what is known as "Indian Canon" in the
San Fernando hills. It was a tall pine, guilt-
less of branches save for one which sprang
from the naked trunk about three feet from
the top and a good seventy feet from the
ground. At a distance of about one hundred
feet from the base of this old skeleton there
was good cover on practically all sides. I was
encamped with my father at his bee ranch in
the bed of the canon at this time, and I had
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the best pigeon shooting I have ever seen out
of this old tree.
I used a .22 rifle, shooting long rifle
cartridges, and any bird squarely hit by one
of these little pellets of lead was as good as
dead. Now and then one of them would fly
a couple of hundred feet down over the canon
and then drop, but they all flew down and out,
never up, and all were stone dead when they
fell, so that I did not have such a difficult
time getting them.
1 imagine that the .25-20 rifle, using steel-
jacketed bullets only so that they cut a clean
hole and went right on through without tear-
ing the bird to pieces, would be even a surer
weapon for this game than the .22, but for
these pigeons, along with nine-tenths of the
other game of this part of the country, the
small rifle of any standard make is the prime
weapon for the man who merely wants to kill
enough to supply his needs and then quit, as
every shooter should do.
The fear of man is ingrained more deeply
in the band-tailed pigeon than in any other
bird or mammal of the Southwest. This alone
puts them at once in a class of hard creatures
to hunt, and the man who can go out into the
mountains and pick up a good bag of these
birds must be given credit, not alone for
knowing his hunting ground, but of being a
mighty clever stalker at that.
During the breeding season, which begins
late in May and runs through July, the band-
tail travel in pairs ; at other times of the year,
notably after the first snowfall, they are to
be found in bands of from half a dozen to
several hundred, though flocks of the latter
size are very rare. In the nesting season they
retire to the higher mountains, frequenting
such peaks as Waterman, San Gorgonio, San
Bernardino, Wilson's, San Antonio, and
Smith mountain in Southern California.
Many are said to breed each season on
Tehachapi Peak, and around the headwaters
of the Kern River.
The nest itself is a rude platform of sticks,
like that of the mourning dove only larger,
and has little or no rim around it. This
home is placed on the horizontal limb of a
pine or an oak, in a crotch formed by
vertical branches where possible. It is lined
sparsely with bark fibers and a poorer cradle
of finer sticks than those of which the out-
side is composed.
In this nest are laid two eggs, nearly equal
ended and pure white, slightly smaller than
those of the domestic pigeon but considerably
larger than those of the mourning dove. The
period of incubation is between two and three
weeks, and the young when newly hatched
are the same feathcrless ugly birdlings as are
the young of the mourner. For many days
they are fed by the parent birds by regurgi-
tation— that is, the food is first swallowed,
and then, when partially digested, is forced
out of the mouth of the adults into the
throat of the young pigeon. This is the
common method of feeding all young pigeons
and is as much the habit of the tiny Mexican
ground doves as of the huge band-tails with
which we are dealing.
Most of the food of these pigeons is made
up of acorns ; this gives to the flesh, except of
the very young birds, a strong flavor, dis-
agreeable to many. The meat itself is dark
but fine grained, and when prepared in the
ordinary manner is apt to be passed up even
by the most enthusiastic hunter after one
taste. If, however, the birds when picked
and dressed are laid over night in strong brine,
flavored with vinegar or lemon juice, they
are as good broiled or in a pot pie as any
bird on the hunter's list. Band-tail squabs
are delicious, and for those who like squabs,
(which I class with tripe, kidneys, brains,
young veal and other indelicacies of the human
table,) there is no game like the hunting of
the nests of these birds and the taking there-
from of the squabs.
Once robbed the birds usually fall to work
on another nest and raise a second brood, even
though the young taken were almost grown.
This tends to keep the band-tailed population
up and to keep the pines and the oaks filled
with the big active birds. Their call is deeper
and more sonorous than that of the mourn-
ing dove, approaching in volume if not equal-
ing that of the tame pigeon, and the hunter
who goes to the mountains unacquainted with
the band-tails, is apt to think on his first night
or two out that he is not so very far from
civilization and its attendant barnyards, after
all.
With no more apparent reason than the
old-time flights of the passenger pigeon,
flights of band-tails occur in certain portions
of their range during almost every fall. But
there is this difference between these Cali-
fornia birds and the famed passengers : the
former do not come in such large numbers,
and their flights from the mountains to the
oak flats and back again are very irregular.
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AN INDIAN CRY
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By Emily J. Hamilton.
HE Anglo-Saxon may swell
with pride and imagine him-
self a champion of the weak,
when he hears voiced his own
call from within to "Take up
the White Man's Burden."
But if he wishes from the
past to glean wisdom for the
future, to temper his great
confidence in himself as
keeper of his weaker brother, to feel, per-
haps, the galling weight of that burden, let
him spend one terrible night at an Indian
"Cry." This is the annual funeral of a
dying race, for whom, the white brother,
by his own acts, has made himself respon-
sible.
The Indian still clings to his ancestral
soil, living close to Mother Nature. So
that the white man of poetic sentiment
often tells us that the Indian is well off
as he is — that he is happier than the white
man disgusted with higher civilization.
This worthy citizen will tell you that he
wishes that he, too, might "go back to the
blanket," forgetting that he has no blanket
to go back to, but only a damp cave, per-
haps, where he would be obliged to strangle
and skin the rival occupant to get its pelt
to wear; forgetting, also, that black melan-
choly enshrouds poor Lo!
The types range from the stalwart, giant
Sioux, with strong, often Roman face, with
his smoldering wrath of generations madly
breaking forth in warfare until it burns
itself out and surrenders to the superior
force of the United States soldiery, to the
tame California "Digger," with his big
hulk of a body, his slouching gait, his occa-
sional industry, his tendency to drunken-
ness and consumption, and his hopeless out-
look. Their tendency, even when educated,
to revert to the tepee, only proves that you
cannot make an oak out of a pine.
Not quite two miles out of Nevada City,
California, is a small Indian settlement
called "The Campooda." Here, just within
the limits of a government reservation, a
half dozen little shacks and a wood-bark
tepee shelter the remnant of a once pros-
perous tribe. The men now work at odd
jobs, and the women weave baskets or
search for cast-off gold ore in the dumps
from the mines or in the creek beds. A
few years ago a forest fire consumed their
huts, but charitable citizens raised five hun-
dred dollars and rebuilt their present cabins.
Their dusky brothers have not proved un-
grateful: a case of their stealing from the
whites has not been known for years,
though they are poor and are often obliged
to beg.
Late in October, we heard that the In-
dians were coming from their mountain
camps for a hundred miles around to the
Indian burial ground a mile beyond the
Campooda, to hold their annual Cry. They
had chosen the time in the month when
the moon hid her face from men. Two
nights and a day they would camp under
the trees, huddling close to the dust of
their loved ones, and feast and cry. When
the morning star should arise on the sec-
ond night, they would assuage their own
grief by burning their baskets and winter
clothing as a sacrifice and comfort to those
gone beyond.
Just before sunset the first night, a party
of us went out to visit them. In a pic-
turesque clearing — a natural amphitheatre,
walled about with pines and wooded hills,
and roofed over by its dome of blue — we
found them grouped round their family
camp-fires. These girdled a knoll in the
center, whose half-dozen mounds, decorated
with carefully planted shrubs, mutely be-
spoke their inmates. No head-stone with
record of age and name satisfied our
curiosity. But we knew that hundreds had
been buried in the mound. For many years
ago, they used to cremate the bodies and
deposit the ashes there; while now they
lay their dead to rest in cheap coffins, the best
that they can afford. And where a remnant of
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thirty mourners now gather at the annual
Cry, in the 'forties five hundred met in
common sorrow.
The young men had gone down to the
stream near by to cut more of the slender,
long poles to serve in the final ceremony
at the great bonfire. But the women,
guarded by one stalwart buck, placed hot
stones in their beautiful baskets of acorn
soup and raked strings of mutton chops
from the ashes. They eagerly accepted
our proffer of sandwiches and apples to
add to their meager "feast." They had not
tarred their faces after the old custom, but
wore black or red handkerchiefs closely
tied over their smooth, coarse hair and
about their ears ; like Gypsies, they sat or lay
about the camp-fires.
In one group a young girl giggled when
we asked her name, and rolled in the grass
like a pleased kitten. We learned that she
was the bride of the attentive guard. He
removed his cigarette from his lips and
waved it mournfully toward the group of
women where his undisciplined little squaw
idled in the red glow of the setting sun.
"That's all the family I've got left. Brothers
all dead. Indians all die," he said, with
an odd choke in his voice, an echo of the
wail that I have heard every time that I
had visited the Campooda.
In a sheltering enclosure of logs around
another fire I recognized, in a haggard
young squaw, the widowed mother of the
cooing papoose that I had coaxed into a
smile over a big orange two years before.
She sat lone and silent as ever. I enquired
for him but her quiet answer, "He didn't
come," failed to allay my fears. The only
child present, a little pale brown maid an-
swering to the name of "Susie," flashed a
beautiful smile into my camera while she
accepted a rosy apple.
In the center of this group sat Betsy,
the mother of the sad li" tie widow, and
mother of the Campooda. It is she who
gathers the willows and ferns and makes
the finest baskets. She alone knows all
the beautiful nature myths that are woven
as symbols into their artistic designs. Her
fingers are growing slow and her eyes peer
dazed out of her withered face, for they
are bleared by the many camp-fires. She
no longer sells her baskets. She is saving
them all for their burning on her own
grave.
"Betsy," I said, "I have a picture of you
at my house. I'll bring it out to the
Campooda soon."
"No," she grunted, "I don't care for the
picture; bring me an old dress." And
sadly would she need it after the sacrifice.
Seeing that they considered us in-
truders— rightly, perhaps — I ventured, "We
really feel very sorry for your people, Betsy.
We don't come to make fun nor to meddle."
A cynical laugh burst from her aged
throat. She passed the joke around in her
own tongue. The shout of laughter that
rose was not sweet to hear.
Finding that their first all-night's cry
would not begin until every one had ar-
rived, we retraced our steps through the
glooming shadows of the green pines, and
on through the charred forest, where the
sun glowed like the heart of a dying fire
in a barred grate. Here we met the belated
pilgrims; a young squaw on horseback,
appareled in cheap calico gown and rose-
decked leghorn hat, rode like a lady; and
at another turn, a large spring wagon, laden
with Indian men of all shapes and sizes,
the .chief in the center driving a "flea-bit-
ten" white horse, and the small boy prop-
erly hanging on behind, clattered down
upon us; we had barely escaped a tragic
scene when the last gray veteran from the
Campooda, with rifle slung across his back
like a quiver of arrows, accosted us with
smiles and information, and moved on to-
wards the burying ground.
Three o'clock, two mornings later, our party,
shrunken to a small group composed of the
six most intrepid, silently tramped forth under
the starlit, moonless sky. The great dome
glowed above us white as mist though the
mountain air was perfectly dry and clear. At
the crest of the hill we plunged into the weird,
blackened forest of pines, and left behind us
the city twinkling with many lights in the
deep hollow like dying ashes in a volcanic
crater.
Suddenly the morning star gleamed brilliant
above a spiny ridge, as if conscious that it
must do duty for the moon, and darted pris-
matic rays through the shadows. Then there
burst upon the stillness a dismal wail, not un-
like the distant cry of wolves. We scurried on
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through the dead forest, the skeletons of the
trees flinging wild arms toward the steel-
clad heavens, symbol of the passing race that
mourned in the wood beyond, until we glided
into the deeper shadows of the fresh green
pines. Now we could see the great red eye of
the big camp-fire on the mound glowing
through the branches, and could count the
swaying forms about the fire.
Fearfully we slipped out of the tangle of
shadows, across the open fire-lit space, and
ambushed ourselves behind the manzanita
bushes that skirted their circle. But we were
not sly enough for them. Dark forms began
to prowl round us, hedging us in. We had
hoped not to disturb their ceremony and not
till it was over did the dogs hear us and set
up a yapping that sent us scuttling homeward
through the shadows like quail. Even then
one of the bucks headed us off, but upon one
of our "braves" boldly venturing a "Good
morning !" he apologized that he "was only
looking for his horses."
From our ambush we saw every figure dis-
tinctly, from the dark-robed priest whose
melancholy chant rose to meet the musical wail
and bitter sobbing of the crouching women, to
the stoical young braves who stood outlined
against the red fire in their loose shirts, broad
hats and belted trousers.
Partly surrounding the group and forming
a brilliant background, were the tall decorated
poles placed upright in a semicircle ; they were
all hung with pitiful offerings to the dead :
cheap white shirts, yet better than the living
could afford to wear, were spread out on
frames and attached to the mats like canvas
sails; calico gowns and other dangling apparel
swayed to the current of the roaring fire; the
last pole was decorated from op to base with
their hoarded baskets and interspersed were
broad red bandannas like bloody sails. The
whole resembled a many-masted ship with its
hopeless crew, glowing in the light of its own
burning hold against the inky blackness of the
sea. The pine boughs floated above like clouds
in a dark sky.
The long-draped priest, chanting all the
while, began to pull down the poles, one by
one, and cast them into the fire as if he were
cutting away the masts to save a ship in a
storm. First came the offering of white shirts,
and the wailing rose louder with the flying
sparks ; then the cheap calico gowns and the
bright shawls ; a pole of dangling unmention-
ables quivered in his grasp and plunged into
the flames ; eight or ten sacrificial masts, each
with its ceremony of chanting and wailing,
crashed into the burning hold. Finally only
one mast remained — the great gift. The priest
seized it with strong hands and its freight of
artistic baskets, the labor of years, varying in
size from a finger-bowl to a wash-tub, works
of art worth from five to fifty dollars apiece,
swung towards the fire from the swaying pole
as if eager to go to their service for the dead
and dove crackling into the burning tide, ris-
ing anon to a triumphant chord of lamentation,
in a million red stars to heaven, and were ab-
sorbed into the rosy light of dawn.
As plain cooking utensils, they carried to
the Happy Hunting Grounds all the material
comforts of home ; but in their higher office
they conveyed sweet memories of the mys-
terious beauties of the world, and of legends
told about the warm camp-fire.
It was the funeral of a race — a kind of
Christmas funeral. Was it not as worthy of
respect and sympathy as any solemn ceremony
of our own? And would not the Great Spirit
as soon hear their cry?
We turned homeward with heavy but en-
lightened hearts, wishing that every American
might have seen and felt their sorrow. And
all the way back through the Gothic-spired
forest to the crest of the hill, where we re-
gained our vivacity and ate our breakfast by
the glow of the rising sun, there rang in my
ears, deep-toned, orchestral, the "conscience-
awakening" lines of Kipling's Recessional :
"God of our Fathers, known of old, —
Lord of the far-flung battle line, —
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine — ■
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget — lest we forget!"
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WESTERN FIELD
The Sportsman's Magazine of the West
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order to insure attention.
FOR A NON-SALE LAW.
In the name of the People of California we de-
mand at the hands of onr Legislature, at its nest
session, the enactment and embodiment in onr game
law of a statutory clanse prohibiting the sale in
this State of any game bird of any description what-
soever, and fixing a commensurate penalty for any
violation thereof.
INTRODUCING NEW SPECIES
THE errors made by the State board of
fish commissioners in the past, should
be carefully considered by the present board
in the expenditure of the large sum of
money now placed in their hands by the
hunting license law, enacted by the last
legislature. From present indications this
license law will place in the hands of the
board not less than $75,000, this year, with
fair prospects of reaching $100,000 annually
in the near future. With this vast sum,
honestly and intelligently expended, as
provided by the act creating the fund, the
game conditions of California should soon
be ideal, for no other body entrusted with
the conservation of the game, where the
possibilities are one-half as great as in Cali-
fornia, has one-half so large an amount at
ommand. In the expenditure of this
magnificent sum the board must bear in
mind that this license is a tax voluntarily
imposed upon the sportsmen of the State
for the sole purpose of bettering the game
conditions of the State. It was for this
purpose that the sportsmen of the State at
their last annual convention, held at Mon-
terey, suggested the enactment of the law,
drafted the bill and urged its passage. And,
never in the whole history of game legisla-
tion has any law of whatever character been
received with as great popular favor or as
willingly obeyed. And this because they
believe that this large sum of money, which
they voluntarily contribute, if intelligently
used, will not only add to their sport but
redound to the lasting benefit of the whole
people.
The errors of commissioners in the past,
while made no doubt with the best of in-
tentions, resulted in the waste of thousands
of dollars, as well, as in some cases, result-
ing in positive harm to the State, as was,
for instance the introduction of carp and
catfish. Such blunders as these can easily
be repeated in good faith by the following
of ill considered advice in the introduction
of new varieties of game.
The experience of former commissioners,
as shown by a little past history should be
carefully considered by the present board.
The legislature of 1877 appropriated the
sum of $2000 to be expended by the board
of fish commissioners in the introduction of
new varieties of game birds. The commis-
sioners very properly addressed a com-
munication to the State Sportsmen's Asso-
ciation asking that that body recommend to
the board the variety or varieties of game
birds most desired, and best suited to the
climatic and food conditions of the State.
This communication was exhaustively dis-
cussed at the meeting of the Sportsmen's
Association held at San Jose in the fall of
1887. At this meeting it was found that
there were a number of Sportsmen present
who had hunted in all parts of the world,
and who had been careful observers of both
the habits and habitat of almost every
variety of game bird. In the communication
from the commissioners the association was
asked to consider the advisability of the in-
troduction of the Mongolian pheasant and
the Chinese quail, the board being inclined
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to the expenditure of the whole appropria-
tion on these two species. While those who
knew nothing of the habitats of these two
birds were inclined at first to endorse the
opinion of the board, because of the good
reports from the Mongolian pheasant in
Oregon, a gentleman who had studied the
pheasant in Oregon and two gentlemen who
had hunted extensively in both China and
Japan, strongly opposed the bringing of
either of these species to the State, explain-
ing in the clearest manner why neither of
those species would ever become acclimated
in California with its radical differences in
climate, flora and food. So plain were their
reasons stated that the association wrote the
commissioners — giving the reasons stated
by these gentlemen — asking that the money
be not used in what would surely prove a
failure.
The two gentlemen who had hunted in
Japan urged strongly the introduction of the
small Japanese green pheasant, a bird about
half the size of the Mongolian, whose
habitat was the low brushy hills, and brushy
valleys of that country. Mr. Payne, who
had hunted a good deal in Mexico, and Dr.
St. John, who had resided for some time
in central Peru, strongly advocated the in-
troduction of the tinamus, an upland bird
whose habitat is much the same as the Cali-
fornia quail. The result was that the asso-
ciation recommended to the Commission
the importation of the tinamus first, and,
if they wish to try any species of pheasant,
to try the little green pheasant of Japan.
But while the board of commissioners had
very wisely and very properly applied to the
best possible source of information for
advice, they either followed in the end their
own or other ill advised counsel and ex-
pended the whole of the $2000 appropriation
on the purchase of Mongolian pheasants
and Chinese quail. Not only this, but still
following up the foolish experiment spent
thousands of dollars more on these same
birds, which they had been shown would
never exist in our dry climate.
Among the sportsmen of the State there
are many more men of wide experience
with the game of other countries, men who
have carefully studied the soil and the flora
of the countries these various species in-
habit, and are well qualified to give expres-
sion to opinions that should be of great
service to the commissioners in the selec-
tion of new species for introduction into
our climate. It certainly would be a court-
eous act on the part of the commission to
address a communication to the California
Game and Fish Protective Association — the
men who are responsible for the license
law, and who contribute the money — during
its annual meeting at Los Angeles, next
November, asking the advice of that large
association of active sportsmen as to what
species are most desired and most likely
in the opinion of those of wide experience
to best thrive in California.
Because a given species of game bird
or animal thrives well upon its native heath,
or is popular with the sportsmen of its
home country, is no argument to use for its
introduction into another country of entirely
different climate and food. The young of
nearly all the species of the tetraonidx are
reared very largely on insects. This food is
only possible in damp countries producing
rank vegetation in the spring. With the
exception of the Eastern bobwhite, that
sub-family of the tetraonidas called
adontophorinaa, comprising the American
partridge, or quail, rears its young very
largely upon tender grass blades and shoots,
and young buds and immature seeds. This
is the case with all of the blue quail as
well as with the species of bobwhite in-
habiting northern and central Mexico, where
the climate and vegetation are similar to
this state. In this, nature has already set
us an example. The gamble quail, common
to the driest sections of Mexico and
Arizona, have found no difficulty in crossing
the Colorado desert and working north
across the driest stretches of California and
Nevada as far as the northern boundary of
Inyo county. But the ruffed grouse, quite
plentiful in Oregon and with no apparent
barrier to stop its progress, has ceased its
southern migration almost at the northern
boundary of this state. The sooty grouse,
called "native pheasant" in Oregon, common
even to the foot hills of Washington and
Oregon, is only seen sparingly in the high
mountains of central California, and seldom
south of Tulare county. The Columbia
sharp-tail grouse, and the sage grouse, com-
mon to eastern Oregon and Washington,
barely enter the northeastern corner of Cali-
fornia. Only one of the numerous species
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WESTERN FIELD
of ptarmigan which abound in large-
numbers in British Columbia ranges as far
south as the northern boundary of the
United States. There is no visible barrier
to stop the southern migrations of either
the ptarmigan or other species of the
grouse family. But an invisible barrier
found in our climatic conditions has proved
an effectual check on the range of these
birds. California, therefore, is not a grouse
country, and it is entirely improbable that
any species of grouse from either hemis-
phere can ever be acclimated in the state,
except possibly one or two of the species
of sand grouse of southern Europe or North
Africa.
In the selection of game birds or animals
for introduction into the state the opinions of
theoretical naturalists will prove unreliable.
If the commission hopes to be successful in
the introduction of new species it will find
its safest advisers among the practical
sportsmen of wide experience; men who
have hunted in various lands and know the
climate and character of these countries;
and the coverts, feeding and breeding
grounds of the species desired.
WHAT WILL IT BE USED FOR?
\Y/E ARE in receipt of many inquiries
* " asking, "What is this large sum of
license money to be used for?" Section
six of the law reads: "All moneys collected
for licenses as provided herein, and all
fines collected for violations of the provis-
ions hereof, shall be paid into the State
treasury and credited to the game preserva-
tion fund."
The act creating the game preservation
fund provides that it shall be used for "the
preservation, propagation and restoration of
the game." and no doubt the money will
be used for these purposes and no other.
That is for the salaries and expenses of
additional patrolmen to enforce the game
laws; for the importation of new species
of game that it is believed will readily
become acclimated and possibly, to a limited
extent, for the propagation of some species.
It should also be used freely in the trapping
of our native quail where they are to be
found in great numbers, and are not wanted;
and in certain jungles where they are to
be seen in flocks of thousands, but inacces-
sible to the sportsman, and after the close
of the season distributed in the more thickly
populated sections of the State where exces-
sive hunting has depicted the supply. There
is no better game bird than the California
quail, and fortunately the law stopping their
sale has left us enough with which to re-
stock the whole State, if properly handled.
But if the commission expects to be suc-
cessful in this, they must begin the trapping
as soon as the season opens, or even before,
and not wait as the former board did in an
effort in this line, until the birds cannot be
trapped in any great numbers. Then these
birds must be housed and fed and not turned
out in the depleted coverts until the close
of the season. This should be one of the
first uses to which this money is put, and
it should be commenced at once, and thou-
sands of birds turned out in the many sec-
tions of the State in which they have all,
or nearly all been killed.
By prompt action fine shooting can be
had next season on many grounds where
hardly a bird is to be seen today.
In this work the board must remember
that we have two species of what are com-
monly called valley quail, the lophortyx
calif omicus, and the lophortyx californicus
vallicola, each inhabiting its own section
of the State, one the humid sections of the
northern coast and the other the drier foot-
hills and interior valleys of the central and
southern sections of the State. That the
birds from the drier sections are not
adapted to the damper ones was fully dem-
onstrated a few years ago by the Country
Club .which turned loose on their grounds
a large number of the lophortyx gambeli
from Arizona. In less than two years not
one of them could be seen, proving their
inadaptability to a country of rank under-
growth.
A BIG GATHERING
THE tenth annual meeting of the Cali-
' fornia Game and Fish Protective
Association to be held in Los Angeles, on
November 8th and 9th will bring together the
largest gathering of sportsmen that have
ever convened on the Pacific Coast. AH
the towns of Southern California are noted
for their large number of active sportsmen,
and these will be strongly represented at
the meeting. Advices from the northern and
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209
central parts of the State report large dele-
gations from these sections already making
preparations for the trip, as it offers a fine
opportunity for many who have never
visited the southern counties to see that
section of peculiar individuality and interest.
The sportsmen of Los Angeles have
arranged a fine program of entertainments
for the visiting delegates and none who are
fortunate enough to be present at this
grand gathering will find a moment when
there is not something doing to add to
their enjoyment.
The meeting also will be of special
interest to the sportsmen of every section,
for while this is not a legislative year the
association intends to begin at once its prep-
arations for its legislative work a year
hence, and therefore at this coming meet-
ing its forces will be marshalled and
thoroughly organized for the work it will
undertake to place proper restrictions on
the further destruction of our game supply.
In its efforts to stop the unreasonable
slaughter of game, caused by its open sale
in the markets, it has had in the past the
opposition of the fish commissioners and
during the last gubernatorial administra-
tion the opposition of the governor. The
present governor is, fortunately, in hearty
accord with the association in this prohibi-
tion, and it is to be hoped that we have
seen the last of a fish and game commission
opposing the only law that has ever proved
effective in preserving the game birds and
animals of the country.
The introduction of new varieties of game
will also be an important subject for the
deliberations of the association, and in this
every section of the State is deeply in-
terested, for with its great latitudinal and
altitudinal variations, the needs of each sec-
tion must be carefully considered, and the
active sportsmen residing in these several
sections are the only ones who can speak
intelligently as to the adaptability of any
species to those sections. Of course the
final decision as to what shall be imported
rests with the commissioners, but it is to
be presumed that this State board will act
very largely on the recommendations of
those most directly interested and best
qualified to judge of what will or will not
prove successful undertakings. It is a
knowledge of this fact, and, that species
well suited to certain sections of the State
would be entirely unsuited to others, that
has created so much interest in the Los
Angeles meeting, and gives promise of so
large a gathering of the active sportsmen of
the whole State.
A VAGABOND'S RELIGION
GIVE me the heart that's ready to respond
To Nature's ways, in church not made by hands,
E'en though he may be called a vagabond —
The one who ways of Master understands;
The soul that sings to murmur of the trees
And loves the touch of forest-tempered breeze.
The one that rippling stream can lull to sleep
Who listens to the stories birds can tell,
And, hearing them, can well their secrets keep,
While standing 'gainst the world their sentinel;
The one that pins a flower wet with dew,
Upon a heart God's creatures know is true.
A vagabond he may be, but the breath
That comes to him in sermons such as this
Speaks to no living thing the lust for death.
But greets the Parson's children with a kiss.
A vagabond? A fool? Well, he may be.
But in his breast there beats the heart for me.
-Ma
N. Bake
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President,
H. T. Payne, 725 Baker Street, San Francisco.
Vice-Presidents,
C. L. Powell, I'leasanton ; Dr. I. W. Hays, Grass
Valley; A. S. Nichols, Sierraville ; H. W. Keller, Los
A»geles, and Chase Littlejohn, Redwood City.
Executive Committee — C. W. Hibbard, San Fran-
cisco; W. W. Richards, Oakland; A. M. Barker, San
Jose; Frank H. Mayer, San Francisco, and J. H.
Schumacher, Los Angeles.
Membership Committee — E. A. Mocker, Capitola;
W. C Correll, Riverside, and R. H. Kelly, Santa
Cniz.
Committee on Legislation — H. W. Keller, C. W.
Hibbard, J. B. Hauer, A. R. Orr, and W. Scott Way.
Secretary- Treasurer.
E. A. Mocker, 1316 Hayes Street.
County Associations — Their Secretaries and Ad-
dresses;
Alameda County Fish and Game Protective Ass'n
— A. L. Henry, Sec.-Treas., Livermore, Cal.
Alturas — R. A. Laird, Sec, Alturas, Cal.
Angels — Walter Tryon, Sec, Angels Camp, Cal.
Arroyo Grande — S. Clevenger, Sec, Arroyo
Grande, Cal.
Auburn — E. A. Francis, Sec, Auburn, Cal.
Boulder Creek — J. H. Aran, Sec, Boulder Creek,
Cal.
Audubon Society of California — W. Scott Way,
Sec, Pasadena, Cal.
California Rod and Gun Club Association — 316
Mills Building, San Francisco, Cal.
Chico, , Sec, Chico, Cal.
Cloverdale— C. H. Smith, Sec, Cloverdale, Cal.
Colusa— S. J. Gilmour, Sec, Colusa, Cal.
Corning — Mason Case, Sec, Corning, Cal.
Covelo— H. W. Schutler, Sec, Covelo, Cal.
Deer Creek— Jos. Mitchell, Sec, Hot Springs, Cal.
Fort Bragg— Thos. Burns, Sec, Fort Bragg, Cal.
Fresno — D. Dismukes, Sec, Fresno, Cal.
Grass Valley — John Mulroy, Sec, Grass Valley,
Cal.
Healdsburg F. and G. P. Ass'n— J. H. Kruse,
Secretary, Healdsburg.
Hollister— Wm. Higby, Sec, Hollister, Cal.
Humboldt — Julius Janssen, Sec, Humboldt, Cal.
Jackson— O. H. Reichling, Sec, Jackson, Cal.
Kelseyville— Chas. H. Pugh, Sec, Kelseyville, Cal.
Kern County — E. F. Pueschel, Sec, Bakersfield,
Cal.
Kings County — S. S. Mullins, Sec, Hanford,
Cal.
Lakeport— B, P. Mclntyre, Sec, Lakeport, Cal.
Laytonvillc — J. G. Dill, Sec, Laytonville, Cal.
Lodi — Greer McDonald, Sec, Lodi, Cal.
Lompoc — W. R. Smith, Sec, Lompoc, Cal.
Los Angeles — L. Herzog, Sec, Los Angeles, Cal.
Madera — Joe Bancroft, Sec, Madera, Cal.
Marysville — R. B. Boyd, Sec, Marysville, Cal.
Mendocino City — O. L. Stanley, Sec, Mendocino
City, Cal.
Mohawk Valley F. and G. P. Association — Fred
King, Sec.-Treas., Clco, Plumas County.
Monterey County Fish and Game Protective Ass'a
— B. Ramsey, Sec, Monterey.
Napa — W. West, Sec, Napa, Cal.
Nevada City — Fred C. Brown, Sec, Nevada City,
Cal.
Oroville— G. T. Graham, Sec, Oroville. Cal.
Oxnard — Roy B. Witman, Sec, Oxnard, Cal.
Paso Robles — T. W. Henry, Sec, Paso Robles,
Cal.
Petaluma — Jos. Steiger, Sec, Petaluma, Cal.
1'escadero— C. J. Coburn, Sec, Pescadero, Cal.
Porterville — G. R. Lumley, Sec, Porterville, Cat.
Quincy — T. F. Spooner, Sec, Quincy, Cal.
Red Bluff— W. F. Luning, Sec, Red Bluff, Cal.
Redding— Dr. B. F. Belt, Sec, Redding, Cal.
Redlands— Robert Leith, Sec, Redlands, Cal.
Redwood City — C. Littlejohn, Sec, Redwood City,
Cal.
Riverside — Joe Shields, Sec, Riverside, Cal.
San Andreas — Will A. Dower, Sec, San Andreas,
Cal.
San Rafael — H. E. Robertson, Sec, San Rafael,
Cal.
Santa Ana — J. W. Carlyle, Sec, Santa Ana, Cal.
Santa Barbara — E. C. Tallant, Sec, Santa Bar-
bara, Cal.
San Bernardino — F. C. Moore, Sec, San Bernar-
dino, Cal.
Santa Clara — J. H. Faull, Sec, San Jose, Cal.
Santa Cruz — R. Miller, Sec, Santa Cruz, Cal.
San Diego — A. D. Jordan, Sec, San Diego, Cal.
San Francisco Fly Casting Club— F. W. Brother-
ton, Sec, 29 Wells-Fargo Building, San Francisco,
Cal.
Sanger — H. C. Coblentz, Sec, Sanger, Cal.
Santa Maria — L. J. Morris, Sec, Santa Maria,
Cal.
Santa Rosa — Miles Peerman, Sec, Santa Rosa,
Cal.
San Luis Obispo — H. C. Knight, Sec, San Luis
Obispo, Cal.
Salinas — J. J. Kelley, Sec, Salinas, Cal.
Selma — J. J. Vanderburg, Sec, Selma, Cal.
Sierra — Dr. S. H. Crow, Sec, Sierraville, Cal.
Sierra Co., F. and G. Association — F. B. Sparks,
Sec, Loyalton, Cal.
Siskiyou — W. A. Sharp, Sec, Sisson, Cal.
Santa Paula — Dr. R. L. Poplin, Sec, Santa Paula,
Cal.
Sacramento County — A. Hertzey, Sec, Sacramen-
to, Cal.
Sonora— J. A. Van Harlingen, Sec, Sonora, Cal.
Stockton — R. L. Quisenberry, Sec, Stockton, Cal.
Susanville— R. M. Rankin, Sec, Susanville, Cal.
Sutter Creek — L. F. Stinson, Sec, Three Rivers,
Cal.
Truckee River F. and G. Ass'n— A. F. Schlumpf,
Truckee, Cal.
Ukiah — Sam D. Paxton, Sec, Ukiah, Cal.
Vallejo— J. V. O'Hara, Sec, Vallejo, Cal.
Ventura— M. E. V. Bogart, Sec, Ventura, Cal.
Visalia — Thomas A. Chaten, Sec, Visalia, Cal.
Watsonville — Ed Winkle, Sec, Watsonville, Cal.
Willits— Chester Ware, Sec, Willits, Cal.
Woodland— W. F. Huston, Sec, Woodland, Cal.
West Berkeley— Charles Hadlan, Sec, West Ber-
keley, Cal.
Yreka— F. E. Autenreith, Sec, Yreka, Cal.
TWO DAYS WITH THE "CANS"
By E. Van Antwerp
HAD been longing for some
time for a good duck hunt,
and when Semon K , in-
vited me up to the S
Gun Club for a two-days'
shoot I quickly accepted the
bid, and promised to meet him
at the depot next morning.
I had "blew" myself for a new
Smith Hammerless a few days
previous, and thought of no better way to
initiate it than amongst the canvasbacks
in San Pablo Bay.
Sunday morning found me up bright and
early and down to the depot long before
train time. In company with Semon and
his brother Sam we boarded the 9:45 train
at Oakland, and twelve o'clock found us
comfortably housed in the cosy little club-
house, rapidly devouring a choice "porter-
house" and some delicious coffee. Dinner
over; white shirts were replaced by warm
jerseys, and hastily jumping into hunting
togs we started for the boat.
The club boasted of one of the finest
preserves on San Pablo Bay, and was com-
posed of some of the keenest sportsmen
I ever had the pleasure to meet. It was
not their desire to slaughter right and left,
but to enjoy a few days shooting once or
twice a month, seemed a treat after being
penned up in offices in a busy city day in
and day out.
Sam, unlike his brother, cared little for
hunting, so leaving him behind to keep
house, we packed our decoys, ammunition,
and guns in the little flat bottomed skiff,
and waving a farewell, pulled for the blind.
The day was ideal, clouds hung over the
horizon, and there was just enough breeze
to make the water choppy and keep the
birds on the wing. The club had several
"blinds" on the preserve and were built
so they floated low on the water. An an-
chor on each end kept them in position,
and the sides were well covered with tules,
so they resembled small islands. Two of
the "boys" had come down the night be-
fore, and some sharp reports in the direc-
tion of one of the blinds, was evidence of
"something doing."
A few minutes row, and we were busily
employed throwing out decoys, for it was
after one o'clock and the birds were com-
mencing to work inshore looking for a
good place to feed. Every evening during
the week the water around each blind is
strewn with rolled barley, which sinks and
tends to keep the birds inshore. Seated
comfortably in the blind, we lighted our pipes,
and prepared for the sport that is to come.
A sharp whisper, and a "dig in the ribs,"
warns me of an approaching bunch of
"cans." Looking over the edge of the tules,
I perceived about a dozen fine birds com-
ing "dead on" for the decoys, not twenty
feet in the air. On they came and as a
pair of lordly old drakes swung by my
end, I brought my sight on a level with
the chestnut head and quickly drawing a
foot ahead fired. He collapsed like a "rag,"
while the other one withered in the air,
twenty feet beyond. [My Smith was in-
itiated.] Semon had not been idle, for
over on his quarter a couple of beauties
lay wildly fanning the air with their little
black legs.
The tide was running out like a mill-
stream, and our "kill" were some hundred
yards away before we picked them up.
Looking back we saw a couple of "blue-
bills" hover over our decoys for an in-
stant, and the next moment drop in
amongst them. What can be more exas-
perating than to have a bunch of ducks
calmly light in your decoys when you are
completely out of range of them? They
soon saw their mistake and with a sharp
whistle they were off for some feeding
ground more neutral. I sent a charge of
fives after them but it only hastened them
on.
We had just reached the blind, when a
saucy little butterball came skimming over
the water at a "2:40 clip." He probably
had a pressing engagement in some choice
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feeding ground, and was loosing no time
in making connections. As he passed by
US at forty yards, Scmon remarked. "Watch
me pulverize him." Leveling his trusty
old "pump," he gave him a good lead and
fired. After making a few startling somer-
saults, our webfooted friend, struck the
water and was under like a flash. In a
few seconds he came up like a rubber ball,
within a dozen yards of us, but we both
decided he had earned his liberty. He gave
a few startled glances in our direction, and
was up and off, a scared but wiser indi-
vidual. I have no doubt but that they
are the hardest birds to kill in the whole
duck family. I have hit them with two
charges of shot, and then have them flop
out or range and escape. As Semon says,
"All they are made of is a 'bunch of
feathers and a piece of gall.' "
Towards evening we had some fine shoot-
ing. Out of a bunch of three "bluebills"
I managed to drop two, but when a flock
of "cans" came over a few minutes later,
I openly made a clean miss out of both
barrels, which made me think of that old
saying. "To miss is mystery. To hit is
history." Semon was in fine form that
day, killing twenty-two birds out of a
possible twenty-six.
About five o'clock the tide was running
out so rapidly that we decided to pull for
land. Even before we were in the club-
house our blind was high and dry. Sam
had prepared a fine spread for us and when
the other boys came in we certainly did
justice to it. Lamb chops, fried spuds,
canned corn, hot French bread and coffee,
was the menu, and it could not have tasted
better to our keen appetites, had it been
served in the best grill in the city.
Supper over, we "drew" our birds and
compared strings. Semon and I totaled
up thirty-eight "cans" and bluebills, while
the other two fellows went us fifteen better.
We were all satisfied with the day's sport,
and hoped the morrow would net us as
well. Dishes were washed and put away,
and all hands sat down to a friendly game
of cards. One of the boys opened up a
box of cigars, and we all smoked to his
health "tul" the clock striking eleven
warned us of the strenuous day before us.
The club-house was a two-storied affair, the
whole ground floor being one large room
(kitchen, dining-room and storehouse),
while the upstairs was fitted with bed-
rooms. The beds were not of the usual
kind found in lots of amateur clubs (the
soft side of a board and a sheet to lie on),
but was fitted with spring mattresses
and abundant quilts and woolen blankets.
1 was soon asleep, dreaming of all kinds
of impossible shots, and I don't think I
moved till I heard someone calling "break-
fast." We were all dressed in a hurry,
for there was a streak of dawn over towards
the eastern hills. Steaming coffee, ham
and eggs and hot biscuits put us in good
condition for the day's work. It was just
daylight when we finished placing our de-
coys, but there was not a breath of air
stirring, and the bay was as smooth as
glass. We got very little shooting till after
nine o'clock, when a passing launch
frightened a few flocks towards us. A
bunch of "cans" drifted in and hovered
over our decoys, presenting a beautiful
shot. We poured six shots into them, and
they departed after leaving five of their
members in a hopeless condition.
That ended the shooting till afternoon,
when we shot a pair of sprig that gave
us a chase over about ten acres of water
before we managed to kill them. A duck
when slightly wounded can swim under
water nearly as fast as a man can row a
boat, especially against the tide. There
was nothing much doing the rest of the
afternoon so about 4:30 we pulled in our
decoys and rowed for the shore. We had
covered about half the distance, when
Semon called my attention to a lone "blue-
bill" that was flying over us at a height
that seemed well out of range. Hastily
slipping in fives I gave him a good lead
and pressed the trigger. For an instant
the bird seemed to hover in midair. Then
throwing his head over his back he came
down like a chunk of lead. On examining
him we found where a single shot had
penetrated his head. That was the only
visible mark we could find. It was a chance
shot, but the drinks were on Semon.
The other boys came in shortly after
we landed, and then it was a hurry scurry
to get cleaned and catch our train. "Old
John," the good-natured keeper, came in
just as we were leaving and helped us to
the train with our game.
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2\i
Semon and I had a total of sixty-two
birds, while the other two fellows had a
string of seventy-one birds. We were all
satisfied with our two-days' sport, and there
was no one on the train that could show
3 better bunch than we carried home. After
adieu, and wended my way through the
crowded streets. I don't know of any-
body that could have been prouder than
me, as I swaggered down the street with
my string of thirty-one birds carelessly
thrown over my shoulder. My "Smith" had
a hearty handshake, I bid my good friends been initiated.
By R. Clapham
T MAKES an interesting study
for the sportsman or lover
of wild life, to watch the
dodges and devices which are
put into execution by a
hunted animal, whether its
pursuers be human or canine.
Some few of the wild things
trust to their superior speed
to carry them beyond the
hounds, but most of them fall back on
some cunning plan to avoid the danger.
The various antelopes, on catching a
view of the enemy, will often show intense
curiosity for a few moments, but in the
long run, they take to their heels and very
soon widen the space between themselves
and the object of their curiosity. Wolves,
both timber and coyote, will trust in their
speed, and it takes a fast dog to overhaul
them; though the coyote when hard pressed
will resort to stratagem if opportunity
offers. The red-fox, one of the most cun-
ning of his kind, can show a clean pair of
heels, but when put to it, at the end of a
hard run; that brain of his is requisitioned,
and more often than not carries him safely
over the danger.
I have heard hare hunting with hounds,
often run down as heartless cruelty, by
people who didn't know what sport was, and
yet when the hounds used are small enough,
it is ten chances to one, that "puss" will
outwit them. She is a dainty, feeble
creature compared to "bold reynard" and
others of his kin; but for all that she can
show remarkable strength, as 'well as cun-
ning, when necessity demands it. I have
seen a hunted hare, after being run for
more than an hour, by a pack of fifteen-
inch beagles; swim a large creek in full
flood, and climb up the further bank, nearly
opposite where she entered the water, while
the body of the pack behind her, were
washed down some hundred yards before
they made the bank; and finally she beat
them on the other side. Those powerful
hind legs can carry her over a good height
too, when hard pressed.
We ran a hare one day with the same
pack, and she squatted in the corner of a
field, with a five-foot stone wall fencing
it in. She lay quiet till the pack was al-
most on her, then, seeing her back track
was utterly impracticable, she made one
bound at the wall, turned a complete somer-
sault in mid air, and landed in the field
beyond.
Often have I seen "puss," some two or
three fields ahead of the hounds, stop, sit
up and listen; and then proceed most
methodically to remove the mud from her
feet by biting and rubbing it off. She
would then dodge on for a few yards,
spring to one side and then lie down and
roll, a trick which would puzzle the pack
behind her more than a little.
Whatever the game hunted may be, as
a rule — if the pursuing party be not too
fast — the pursued will invariably put into
execution some plan or plans for their dis-
comfiture. A hare, the more she is run, the
less scent she gives, and on that account,
when she begins dodging and running
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short, it needs all the cunning of her
pursuers to keep the trail. A fox when
pressed, gives an undiminished scent, and
for that reason is easier to hunt than hare,
but his plans to escape are often most
craftily laid, and very often succeed. They
will choose most curious places to take
refuge in, and I have known of more than
one case, where a fox has taken refuge in
a tree. One especially, comes to mind,
where for a whole season, reynard beat
the hounds at an oak tree by a fence. He
was finally run into; and his dodge was
discovered. He would run through the rail
fence into the wood; then back track to
the fence, climb to the top rail and creep
along it to the tree where a low hanging,
thick limb gave him access to a hollow,
some distance up the trunk, and in that
hollow he curled up, whilst the baying pack
scoured on below.
The red deer, which can jump through
the thickest of timber like a sky-rocket,
will, when hunted with slow hounds, just
keep well ahead and put in many doubles
and back tracks, whilst watching the hounds
behind it. When forced, however, by fast
dogs, it relies on its ability to out run
them, though when nearly at a standstill,
it usually, as a last resource, makes for
water, and being a strong and fast swim-
mer, can then often baffle the hounds.
The common cottontail, when run with
a fairly fast dog, will as a rule give only
a short run and then "hole up;" but if
still hunted on the snow, the trail will show
many twists and turns where "molly" has
stopped to sit up and listen for her pursuers.
In the case of dangerous game, these
devices often lead the unwary hunter into
places where he stands a poor chance for
his life. The African buffalo is a dangerous
customer to tackle in thick brush; for he
will back track and lie in wait close to
his own trail, to catch the hunter who
rashly follows up the tracks, without keep-
ing a good look out, around and ahead.
In a country where snow falls and where
both the animals and the birds leave their
trails firmly and clearly imprinted in the
white covering; much can be learned of
their ways and devices. One can learn
more in a week by following tracks on
snow, than in a year, when the ground is
green and dry. Traces of both furred and
feathered things are then met with, which
at any other time of year, a person would
not believe were there; and much amuse-
ment and instruction may be had by mak-
ing a study of the ways of the animal
world for protecting themselves from their
enemies, and making good their escape
when pursued by man or beast.
SCIOMACHY
LIFE has many shadows-
Spectres of the night;
Youth has many sorrows
Mingled with delight;
Hope is mocked by phantoms
Leering at our strife;
Fame is as a rose-bud
Withered by the strife—
Ere its petals open
We have ceased to seek —
Fame is but a shadow
Could the dead but speak!
Life has many heart-aches
Throbbing through our bliss,
Oft the bane, ophidian,
Mingles with the kiss;
Wealth is as a rain-bow,
Fortune as a dream —
Mortal's hoarded treasures
Are not wnct they seem;
Life has many shadows —
Spectres of the night;
Love, alone, dispels them
With its magic light!
Love, alone, is monarch,
Love, alone, is sure — ■
Hatred has no poison
Love will fail to cure;
Life has not a phantom
That its power can prove
Death has not a sorrow
Love can not remove;
What is life without it?
What is wealth or fame?
Man is like a shadow — ■
Love is like a flame!
-T. Shelley Sutto
By H. H. Muchall
N THE rush and swirl of
modern life men and women
are working at high pressure.
The machinery of the human
body is very efficient 'and
faithful and stands the strain
of working in a remarkable
manner, but like all machinery
in constant use, it needs a
rest. In short it must have a
rest, otherwise it becomes clogged, runs
slowly and while performing a certain
amount of work this is done at the expense
of the vitality and energy stored up in
the human body, and an ultimate break-
down will be the result. People have long
since recognized this truth, and so when
the summer comes they pack their grips
and betake themselves to some locality to
spend a few weeks and recuperate — to give
the machinery a rest — yet it is not too much to
say that this is not done in a thinking,
intelligent manner. The best breathing
spots are not as a rule picked out with
due regard to their adaptability to our
needs, but we rush away pell-mell, any-
where, just so we can get away from our
business environment. I do not mean to
say by this that we do not in many cases
end up at the proper vacation spot in which
lost vitality may be restored, but in the
main this is not the case.
The choice of a place to spend our va-
cation should be given as much intelligent
thought as we would give to a business
proposition involving dollars and cents. In
fact it should be given greater considera-
tion because the results are more vital to
our well being than the mere question of
lucre. Do we ever stop to ponder on the
significance of a suitable environment in
which our minds and bodies may be re-
stored to that healthy condition so neces-
sary to our welfare and happiness? Not
many of us. We all realize that we must
get away from the grind and worry of
business for a while each year, but as a
general thing we do not select the locality
best adapted to accomplish the results we
seek. The city worker who goes to Atlan-
tic City, New York City, or some other
congested spot, for his or her vacation,
might as well stay at home for all the
benefits received from the trip. The worn-
out, run-down person in such places has
no chance to get back into a healthy con-
dition. The tax on the energies are as
great or greater than before, with the result
that he or she returns to the daily routine
of work without having received any bene-
fit from the vacation looked forward to
with so much pleasure beforehand. The
city workers all need to get into closer
touch with nature. Deep down in our
hearts there is a longing for that rest and
quiet which can only be found among the
hills, in the whispering forests and along
the banks of the dancing waters; but in
the face of this many of us seek, not these
places, but excitement and artificiality —
the modern watering place or large city.
Let us take ourselves to task and stop
the practice. In this great land of ours
there are thousands, aye tens of thousands,
of beautiful breathing spots from which we
can choose to spend our vacations. Some
of us like the grandeur of the mountains,
others the quiet of some pretty inland lake,
gemmed with wooded isles, and again others
the eternal boom of the surf. Take your
choice, but when you have selected that
locality which appeals to your nature most,
seek out the quiet restful places — not the
crowded resorts with their hollow sem-
blance of refinement and indolence of life —
and breathe the pure air you will find there,
gaze upon the beauties of nature with which
you will be surrounded, and commune with
nature's God. Discard the clothes of
fashion and don a sensible garb, such as
Dame Nature likes, and you will then be
in a position to rollic with her, join with
her in heart to heart talks, and by doing
this you will soon feel the better impulses
of .your being knocking at the door for
entrance, faintly perhaps at first, for nature
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in her workings is a coy maiden, but soon
louder then louder until resistance is no longer
possible, and you give way to them and
your whole being will throb and tingle with
new life, new emotions and lofty thought.
Try the remedy; it is well worth it.
If you are a lover of the grand and awe-
inspiring in nature, go to the mountains
to some quiet restful spot in their midst
and study them. Their moods are fanciful.
They are never the same from one moment
to another. The lights and shadows play
upon them constantly, changing their con-
tour so that the vista upon which you are
looking at a given time is entirely different
from that upon which you gazed a moment
before. You cannot catch up with the
mountains, so to speak; like the will-o'-the-
wisp they elude you at every turn. Yet,
they stand there impregnable, grand, in-
spiring— concrete matter that has battled
with the elements for countless ages. Geol-
ogists tell us that the mountains are the
resultant of an uplift of the strata of the
earth, produced by the tremendous forces
of nature, and volcanic action. All this
took place thousands of years ago, and
when in the presence of the mountains
we stop and think of their age, of the awful
forces which produced them, of their mag-
nitude as they rear their snow-crowned
crests far up into the heavens and the
beauty and sublimity of their ensemble, we
realize that we are very insignificant crea-
tures, indeed. The lofty opinion of our-
selves gained by men's flattery (usually
insincere) soon takes wings and flies away
in the presence of the mountains. We
realize how infinitesimal we are, and this is
a step in the right direction for it makes
us more humble, more tolerant of the views
of others, and above all, we are impressed
with the compelling thought of a deeper
meaning to life than we have dreamed of
in our artificial city existence. Communion
with the mountains will bring relief to the
fagged-out brain and rest to the tired body.
But, you must seek the solitude of the
mountains if you wish to get what is best
out of them. In their deep recesses, where
the silence of the ages prevails, you can
drink in their mystery, their grandeur and
their solemnity, and catch something of the
inspiration which is all about you — can en-
joy the mountains as they ought to. be
enjoyed. This you cannot do, if you are
possessed of the true spirit, by lingering
with the throng.
If, perchance, your tastes run to the more
subdued beauties of nature, then while
away your spare time where the forests
murmur, the brooks run peacefully along
and the sleepy cows stands in the cool re-
freshing waters to escape the noontide
heat. Let your soul go forth and meet
the soul of nature in her many hued garb.
Talk to her as you would to your dearest
friend. You will find her a good listener,
and all the while the music of her many
throated choir will pour into your ear, and
before you know it her mystic spell will
be upon you and heart, soul, eye and sense
will be her willing captive.
And now in conclusion, a word about
the flowers. If you are a lover of them —
and who is not! — search for them in the
green fields or on the mountain sides, or
in the gloom of the forest. You will find
them everywhere, beautiful, fragile, fra-
grant. You will be surprised that they
grow in such profusion. Alas, you have
overlooked this for many years. You have
been ignorant of the bounties of nature.
The crowded city with its dirty, noisy con-
gested streets has been good enough for
you and the golden gifts of nature have
been overlooked. You have done this not
wilfully, because there is still good in your
heart, but carelessly, because you have been
so engrossed in sordid things that you
have not had time. But now you have
called a halt, you are thinking along higher
and better lines. See the flowers all around
you, right at your feet, pretty fragrant
things pure as the dreams of angels, they
nod and smile in your face and seem to
say to you "Now we are friends. We have
been strangers long, too long, but that time
has passed and we both meet on common
ground, each with our mission to perform
in the world. You, strong man, to go
forth and fight for right and better citizen-
ship and the uplifting of the human race.
We, by our beauty and fragrance to creep
into the little dark recesses of the human
heart and help to cheer and make men
better and nobler by our refining in-
fluences." When you go to the mountains,
the forest or the fields do not overlook the
flowers for they are one of the fairest works
of the Creator.
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BROKE THE RECORD
Editor Western Field:— The albicore record in the
South Coast Rod and Reel Club's Tournament has
been broken. For a long time W. Vaughn Scott
held the record at 28^4 pounds until Ed. Winfield
went out in the good launch Unome and brought
a thirty-five pounder to gaff after a twenty-five-
minute fight.
Winfield used a nine ounce rod and a sufficiently
small line to get him in the list. The catch was
made off San Pedro, on the edge of the great kelp
forest which runs around the point north of that
port.
Other records are being broken right along. M. C.
Little took a seventeen-pound striped bass south of
Redondo a few days ago. Little was fishing in the
surf and fought the huge bass for more than twenty
minutes. When landed the fish was something like
six inches in width across the thickest part of its
back and was more than two feet in length.
The capture of the bass, however, is more than
a mere record; it shows that the work of the
Rod and Reel Club in planting these desirable game
fish is bearing fruit. Several striped bass have
been taken lately, none of them much over five
pounds, however, and the new record fish shows the
size to which they will attain when given an oppor-
tunity.
The captor of the record albicore, to return to
the first story, has made a novel spoon with which
he is taking yellowtail every time he goes out.
While trolling one day off Portuguese Bend, Win-
field lost a spoon — one for which he had just paid
$1.50. When he went home he took a small table-
spoon, soldered a hook into the bowl, bored a hole
through the handle, strung it on a piano wire leader,
and had a lure which has worked just as good as
the one he lost. In fact, one afternoon when half
a dozen boats were out, fishing with regulation spoons
and bone jigs, where plenty of yellowtail were to
be seen, Winfield with his home-made spoon was
the only one to take a fish.
He figures that the spoon cost him between five
and twenty-five cents, probably about fifteen. The
regular spoon, sold by* sporting goods houses costs
$1.60. The benefits accruing from the home-made
spoon are obvious.
"STILLHUNTER."
BLACK BASS
Editor Western Field — Has it ever appeared to
you or to any of the sportsmen of the state that
it is all wrong to plant black bass in the trout
and salmon streams? Such for instance as the
Russian River and its feeders. Thousands of steel-
heads go up these streams late in the fall to spawn,
as well as its tributaries — Mark West, Santa Rosa
and others that are fine trout streams. Everyone
who is familiar with the habits of the black bass
knows that he is a fast, active fish in the water
and that his principal food is the young of the
other fishes. Now it seems to me that it is all
wrong to plant this species among the little, delicate
trout and especially those that descend to the salt
water every spring, as the steelhead, and as it is
claimed, the rainbow do also, and be devoured by
the fast, voracious bass lying in wait for them
in all the still pools. When a bass catches sight
of a trout even up to eight or ten inches in
length it is all up with the trout, and the bass
will soon have the stream to himself. Of course
the bass is a gamy fish, and a nice table fish,
but I think the plan is all wrong to plant them
in any but land-locked ponds or waters where the
trout will not thrive. The lagoons of Santa Rosa
valley are a fine home for the black bass and cat-
fish, but many of the good trout streams enter into
them and from there into the Russian River. —
W. B. COUTTS.
(We think our correspondent is unnecessarily
alarmed over the voraciousness of the black bass.
There seems to be no evidence that the black bass
are reducing the trout supply. We should be
pleased to hear from others who have made a care-
ful study of this subject. — Ed.)
GOOD WORK
THE splendid work being done by Game Warden
Welsh in Santa Cruz County is doing a world
of good for the protection of our game and
fish. Mr. Welsh is an enthusiastic game and fish
protectionist at heart, as well as an untiring worker,
fearless and impartial in the performance of his
duty and the enforcement of the fish and game
laws. He is constantly in the field, often sleeping
out in the mountains or along the streams ready
to apprehend the violators of the law. Many a
man who thought that he was out of the reach
of the game warden, and therefore safe in his dis-
regard of the laws enacted for the preservation of
our game, has found, just when he thought no
eye was upon him, that Game Warden Welsh had full
cognizance of his movements and was just out
of sight waiting for him to begin violations. Then
when the unmistakable evidence was in his pos-
session an unexpected tap on the shoulder re-
minded him that the omnipresent Welsh had caught
him in the act. Welsh is making a splendid record
as game warden, and few violations take place in
any part of the county that sooner or later are
not detected by our efficient warden, the arrest
made and the offender convicted. With such an
active man in charge of the enforcement of the
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laws for the protection of our fish and game, Santa
Cruz County will long remain one of the very
best game and fish counties in the State.
SANTA CRUZ SPORTSMAN".
WHAT I WANT TO KNOW
I MAY want to know more things than Western
Field can answer, some things that nobody can
answer, and yet other things that nobody will
answer, still:
I want to know when the secretary of the field
trial club is going to publish the derby entries?
1 want to know what the cxmembers of the fish
commission think now of their assertion that the
hunting license would not bring in more than
$7000 at the most? and,
I want to know if they don't think now that
they had a very poor knowledge of, and limited
acquaintance with the sportsmen of the State for
men incumbering the official position they filled?
I want to know how long Otto Feudner had
been stall-feeding that big buck he recently killed
on the McCloud?
I want to know if the new fish commissioners
are going to allow their chief deputy to wink at
the constant violation of the game law by the
game dealers and restaurant keepers of San Fran-
cisco? and,
I want to know if the present commissioners are
going to believe him when he tells them that the
justice courts will not grant search warrants to
enter the store rooms of these people?
I want to know if the members of the field trial
club are not beginning to think that it is about
time for them to put a check-cord on the "classy"
wild handlers, and compel them to break their dogs
in the future?
I want to know if the new fish commissioners
are going to arrest a poor man who has thirty-six
ducks in his possession, and still allow the game
dealers and restaurant keepers to sell from 100 to
5000 a day? and,
I want to know why, with all the money they
now have, they don't put a stop to the killing of
young ducks on the Stockton and other marshes, and
the seining of black bass up the Sacramento and
Russian Rivers ?
I want to know if President Payne of the
Game Association, "sot on" that big salmon, that
he recently landed at Capitola, with the same skill
he flattened out Alden Anderson's parliamentary
tactics at Monterey?
1 want to know if some of the members of the
fiy-casting club are not sorry now that they did
not enter the National contests back East?
1 want to know if the present fish commission
are going to try and get into touch with the sports-
men of the State and secure their co-operation in
the performance of the duties devolving upon the
board, or if they intend to allow their chief deputy
to continue bis policy of opposition to them, and
insult every one who does not agree with his
peculiar methods?
I want to know what the late Senate fish and
game committee think now of its recommendation
that the hunting license bill "do not pass"?
I want to know what Cheap John brain is re-
sponsible for the flimsy, twenty-seven- for-a-nickel
hunting license tags, that are generally considered
an insult to the sportsmen and a disgrace to the
State?
I want to know if Otto Feudner has caught any
salmon on those exquisite flies that a prominent
amateur fly-maker presented to him?
I want to know why all the deer that were shot
at this season were wounded by the first shot and
the dogs sent after them? Then I want to know
just what the deer hunters did to improve their
marksmanship so rapidly?
I want to know a good many other things but
I guess I'll wait until the editor of Western Field
gets back from his bear hunt in British Columbia.
He'll be full of things to tell then.
Yours in search of the truth,
INQUISITIVE IKE.
A CHANCE FOR ANGLERS
AT A meeting of the Directors of the Tuna
Club held at Avalon on August 24th, it was
decided to award a diamond button to the
angler (male only) taking upon light tackle, a
tuna of not less than eighty pounds weight. This
requires a rod the tip of which must not measure
less than five feet nor weigh more than six ounces,
no restriction upon weight or size of the butt.
Line to be standard nine strand.
Here is a chance for the expert angler to demon-
strate his skill, have his name heralded all over
the country, and at the same time secure a hand-
some trophy commemorative of his achievement.
Gentlemen of the rod and reel don't over work the
jewelers in the manufacture of these buttons — just
keep them reasonably busy.
GOD'S COUNTRY
THE Gods live here, along the mountain side —
At least my Gods among such scenes abide;
Down by the river, or in wooded glen,
In trees with songbirds, or in wild beasts' den.
The Deity that beckons me above
Is nature's God — the God that's always Love.
I hear the voices calling in the streams;
I hear the wisdom of a sage, it seems,
In tales of love told by the forest trees,
In rustling whisper of the Autumn leaves.
God made the country; let me then abide
Along with Him, by brook or mountain side.
— Marion .V. Baker.
NORTHWEST DEPARTMENT
Devoted to Sport in Washington, Oregon and British Columbia
SPRAY FROM SPOKANE
By August Wolf
ILDER DE DAVIE, scout, hunter
and trapper, 70 years of age, and,
as he says, "still too young to be
married," who came out of the wilds
of the Colville Indian reservation
with his dogs, horses, guns and a
few untamed things, passed the sum-
mer with friends in Spokane. This
was his first visit in fifteen years.
He wanted to make the trip from
Northport to Spokane, 130 miles, on
horseback, but his shack mate pre-
i vailed upon to try the cushions, his first trip in
! a railroad train. "Davie," as he is best known,
is one of the famous characters of the Pacific
Northwest. He wears his hair long, in hunter
fashion, but he has discarded his buckskin suit.
• When asked where he was born Davie says it never
happened ; that he just grew like a mushroom. He
lis a native of Scotland, where he learned the art
■preservative of arts fifty-six years ago. He has a
i case of type in his shack and frequently sets up
'letters to his acquaintances. The veteran trap-
■per's chief interest is centered in nature study,
and in the secret craft of the forest he could
teach the masters. He came overland through the
Sioux country, and few men living have seen the
phases of border life that went to make up his
experience. The old heroes of the frontier are all
familiar figures in his memory, and he carries a
gold watch, given for service in the Oregon Indian
Joseph Goeller of Spokane, Dr. S. Weider of
Fairbury, Neb., and a party of eastern Washing-
ton and Nebraska men left Spokane early in Sep-
tember on a hunt for bears, mountain lions and
elk in the mountains, 200 miles north of Spokane,
under the guidance of Tom Hopper, bear hunter.
They will remain out three weeks. Camping in
the foothills. Hopper took with him his pack of
bear and wolf hounds, which have achieved re-
markable things in the last two years.
Hunters in eastern Washington report good sport
hooting grouse in the Okanogan country, north-
ast of Spokane, where the season opened August
5th. The season is now on for all upland birds
xcept quail. Game Warden J. A. Uhlig says
e birds have been well protected and that there
1
has been little or no shooting out of season. Sev-
eral hundred licenses were issued by the auditor
of Spokane county. It will close November 15th.
For elk, moose, antelope, mountain sheep, the sea-
son is from September 15th to November 15th.
For cariboo, September 15th to December 15th.
Water fowls, ducks, geese, swan, brant, sandhill
crane and snipe can be shot from September 1st
to March 1st. The Mongolian pheasant season
closed September 15th.
William Stillson and William Duval, farmers liv-
ing near Summit, Wash., sent to Elma, north of
Spokane, the lergest cougar killed in years. The
animal was six feet three inches in length, and
was noted for the unusual muscular body, particu-
larly the legs. Sheep and young stock were killed
for weeks and efforts were made to find the de-
stroyer without success until Stillson and Duval
trapped the cougar. They found the animal with
its hind foot in one trap and its front one in
another. They had no weapon and one hurried
to the house for a gun, the other remaining on
guard. The animal succeeded in tearing its
hind foot from the trap, and this gave it greater
freedom to work the other one loose. Before the
animal could liberate itself the man returned with
the rifle and three shots through the animal's head
laid it low.
For the three months ending J ne 30th the state
of Washington paid $7691 for wild animal boun-
ties. Bounty was paid on 4546 coyotes at $1 each,
14 cougars at $5 each and 830 wildcats at $2.50
each. In Spotcane county 309 coyotes and 10 wild-
cats were shown to have had their leases of life
shortened. In Adams county 476 coyotes and three
wildcats bit the dust in death. Douglas county
accounted for 661 coyotes and 29 wildcats, in Ferry
20 coyotes and 12 wildcats, in Franklin 11 coyotes
and four wildcats, Garfield 291 coyotes and one
lone wildcat, Stevens 58 coyotes and 7 wildcats.
Cougars were killed in Chelan, Cowlitz, Lewis,
Mason, Skamania arid Stevens counties.
The biggest rainbow trout ever taken in the
Crow's Nest Pass district of East Kootenay, north
of Spokane, was captured recently by Elenore
Latdlaw, daughter of Andrew Laidlaw, of Spokane.
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Miss Laidlaw, who is sixteen years old, caught the
trout with an eight-ounce rod. It weighed four
and a half pounds, measuring 26 inches in length,
Hid 12 inches in girth. The fish was taken in
Crow's Nest lake, a beautiful sheet of water located
on the peak of the divide between the provinces
of British Columbia and Alberta. The lake is
fed from a great stream which gushes forth from
the side of a steep mountain, and constitutes one
of the scenic features of the Boundary country.
Six pounds 13 2-3 ounces was the weight of a
black bass caught by Justice G. W. Stocker while
on a fishing trip to Fish Trap Lake, west of here,
with O. B. Galloway, Fred H. Witt and Lewis
Martin of Spokane. The finny monster cut many
a caper with the tall, stalwart dispenser of jus-
tice, and for a time it looked as though a minia-
ture whale was nibbling the end of the judge's
strong line. Sixty pounds of fish was caught by
the party. Black bass and perch predominated and
many fine specimens of each were brought back by
the bunch.
George T. Crane, president of the board of trus-
tees of the Spokane Interstate Fair Association,
made a catch of eleven big bass, one of which
weighed seven pounds, in Clem King's private lake
near Hayden lake, Ida., east of Spokane. Mr. Crane
was informed by Homer King that the fish were
not biting well in his lake, but he wanted to try
his hand at it at any rate and as a result he
secured nearly a dozen of the finny beauties.
Sportsmen in the Spokane country are looking
forward to the best duck shooting in years in
the Inland Empire of the Pacific Northwest when
the season opens the first of September. Reports
from the various feeding grounds are that ducks
are breeding by the thousands, and there has been
a big influx of birds from the North lands. Prep-
arations are already being made by a number of
shooting organizations to invade the lake and marsh
districts and the crack of powder and the rattle
Of ihot on the cranebrakes will break the still-
ness m the isolated spots and afford sport not
equaled in years.
There are several private preserves near Spokane
wnerc teal and mallard are plentiful, but for sports-
men who do not belong to the clubs controlling
the grounds or are not fortunate enough to get
invitations, there are dozens of places in the Spo-
kane country, called "the land of a thousand lakes,"
where any one holding a hunting license can shoot.
Among these places are Downs and Colville and
a number of small lakes near Sprague, in which
is probably the best open shooting. Calispel lake
and the Pend d'Oreille river are also good resorts.
The best shooting on the river, however, does not
come till November, when the lake takes on a
thin coat of ice.
Up the Grand Coulee from Coulee City, on the
old bed of the Columbia river, is one of the most
picturesque duck lake regions in the country, but
shooting is difficult owing to the lack of cover.
As far north as Steamboat rock and Steamboat lake
the ducks are thickest.
Spokane sportsmen are interested in two of the
finest duck preserves in the Pacific Northwest. One
is at Moses lake, which is controlled by the Blue
Wing Duck Club. Among its members, who never
number more than a dozen, are Dr. and Mrs. C. P.
Thomas, R. J. Danson, C. B. Hopkins, George T.
Crane, Alfred Coolidge and M. J. Gordon. Moses
lake is on the railroad near Ephrata, Wash., west
of Spokane, taking a ten-mile drive across the
country. There is a fifty-mile shore line on this
lake, fully half of which is an ideal marsh for
duck shooting.
Another preserve is controlled by a club of six,
including Fred H. Mason, E. J. Roberts, Michael
Lang, Austin Corbin, II., Col. I. N. Peyton and
B. L. Gordon. This preserve is near Odessa, Wash.
There are 3000 acres of marsh. This club is
liberal in its invitations to visiting sportsmen.
The native ducks are the teal and the mallard.
The northern ducks do not begin to come down
till about the middle or latter part of October, when
the rainy season opens. Then practically every kind
of duck, including the well-known canvasback and
the redheads, can be found.
• ••
ANTICIPATION
I SMELL the smoke of the old camp-fire,
■ And my nostrils welcome the tang;
As the leaves grow sere, and the snow con
I rehearse the old songs we sang;
For the hunting ground in the forest free
Is the brightest spot in the past for me.
A comrade or two, in a shady nook,
Where the snow flakes fall soft and light;
With a turn at the chase, and a day to cook—
And an appetite j ust right ;
A trout through the ice from the stream near by.
And a nightcap built from the golden rye.
A bed on the boughs of spruce or pine,
(Not an envelope filled with air)
A sleep on a couch of my own design
Fills the heart with a nature-prayer;
And I feast even now, as the snow comes nigher,
On the smell of the smoke of the old camp-fire.
— Marion N. Baker.
THE 1907 RACE FOR THE PERPETUAL CHALLENGE CUP
By Arthur Inkersley.
HE blue ribbon of yachting on San
Francisco Bay is the winning of the
Perpetual Challenge Cup, which was
bought by subscription in 1894 and
placed in care of the Encinal Yacht
Club, then a more active element of
yachting than it has been for many
years past. The deed of gift pro-
vides that the race must take place
between April and September, that is,
during the regular San Francisco
yachting season, when the winds are
strong and almost absolutely certain to blow in the
afternoon. After a challenge has been sent in and
accepted, the race must be held over the course of
the challenged club not earlier than thirty days nor
later than sixty days after the date of the challenge.
The first race was held in 1895, the San Francisco
Yacht Club challenging with the sloop Queen, then (I
believe) owned by Charles Morrell, but later by Frank
A. Bartlett. The Encinal Yacht Club defended with
Commodore Leonard's sloop El Sueno, which won
by the ample margin of 8 minutes 25 seconds. The
race was held over the Encinal Yacht Club's course
on August 31, later in the season than any subse-
quent contest for the Perpetual Cup.
In 1896 the San Francisco Yacht Club challenged
with the Sutherland Brothers' sloop Catherine, the
Encinal Yacht Club defending with the sloop Fawn,
owned by a syndicate of members. The race took
place on August 15, the sloop Catherine being beaten
by 7 minutes 55 seconds, owing in great part to
clumsy handling of the topsail, which remained up
long after it had become a hindrance to the progress
of the boat.
In 1897 the Corinthian Yacht Club first took a
hand in the contest in which it has ever since played
an important, and nearly always a victorious, part,
challenging with Westerfeld and Morrow's sloop
Aeolus. The Encinal Yacht Club defended with the
Fawn, which was beaten by 6 minutes 47 seconds, the
race being held on June 26.
In 1898 there was no race for the trophy, which
remained in the possession of the Corinthians. In
1899 the San Francisco Yacht Club challenged with
Matthew Turner's sloop Gadder, which had estab-
lished a high reputation for speed in the waters near
Benicia and Vallejo. The Corinthians defended with
Commodore J. W. Pew's sloop Truant, which was
beaten by 1 minute 58 seconds, the trophy passing
into the custody of the San Francisco Yacht Club.
In 1900 the Corinthians challenged with the Aeolus,
the San Francisco Yacht Club defending with the
Gadder, which was beaten by the large margin of 25
minutes 30 seconds. The race took place on August 4.
In 1901 the Vallejo Yacht Club challenged with
Commodore A. E. ("Charlie") Chapman's sloop Helen,
which was defeated by the Corinthian defender, Frank
Stone's Presto, by the narrow margin of 40 6-10 sec-
onds. The race took place on August 10.
In 1902 the San Francisco Yacht Club built the
sloop Challenger, designed by B. B. Crowninshield
and constructed by John Twigg and Sons of San
Francisco. She defeated the Corinthian defender
Harpoon by a margin of 10 minutes 54 seconds on
May 31, and regained the coveted trophy.
The Corinthians, determined to legain the Cup,
had a design prepared by Burgess and Packard of
Boston. Believing that the Challenger is as good a
fin-keel boat of her dimensions as they could hope to
get, the Corinthians decided to have a boat of an
entirely different type. The Corinthian (as she was
named) is a very beamy, flat-floored, shallow craft,
consisting of a wooden skin on a steel frame. She
has no interior accommodations, no cock-pits and not
even an apology for a rail, but she can carry a
good deal of canvas, points high and foots fast.
Owing to delay in getting the steel framework from
the Eastern States, it was not possible to have the
boat built and tried for a race in 1903, but in 1904, on
July 9, the Corinthian (challenger) and the Chal-
lenger (defender) met, the Corinthian winning by the
narrow margin of 41 seconds.
In 1905 it was the turn of the San Francisco Yacht
Club to challenge with the Challenger, which had
passed into the ownership of W. G. Morrow, who
had been very active in gathering the subscriptions to
build her and had sailed her in the race of 1902, when
she defeated J. H. Sharpe's sloop Harpoon. The race
took place on July 7 and was won by the Corinthian
by 8 minutes 26 seconds, on a breezy day. The win-
ning boat showed her superiority in every point of
sailing, though the members of the San Francisco
Yacht Club had hoped that their lepresentative would
make better speed when close-hauled in a strong
breeze and choppy sea. As a re*rtilt of this race, W.
G. Morrow came to the conclusion that the Challenger,
fast and handy though she is, is not a match in a
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mcc f»r the Corinthian. In 1906 the earthquake and
tire upset any arrangements that might have been made
for a race.
The races for the Perpetual Challenge Cup between
the representative boats of the Corinthian and the San
Francisco Yacht Clubs all took place between 30-
footers, though nothing in the deed of gift of the
trophy renders this necessary, the only provision being
that the defender must be within ten per cent of the
racing measurement of the challenger. Towards the
end of last year's yachting season there was some
talk among the members of the San Francisco Yacht
Club about challenging in another class, but nothing
came of it, for the challenge of the South Coast Yacht
Club, with A. M. Squire's sloop Valkyrie as its cham-
pion, was accepted by the Corinthians. The Valkyrie
was brought up from San Pedro harbor towards the
end of July and first appeared under sail in San
Francisco Bay in the fourth week of that month.
Her captain was W. C. Folsom and her crew was
made up of R. M. Fulton, J. Norman Densham and
Oscar Freitag. The Valkyrie was designed by Crow-
ninshield of Boston and showed great speed in her
trials in the waters of Southern California, beating
the Merlin, a sister boat, also owned by A. M.
Squire, handily. The Corinthians selected as the
cup-defender John E. McFarlane's sloop Discovery,
which was designed and built by her owner and skip-
per. The race took place on Saturday,. August 3,
over the Corinthian course in the Bay of San Fran-
cisco, the arrangements being in the hands of a com-
mittee consisting of T. J. Kavanagh, Charles Gerlach
and Douglas Erskine, representing the Corinthian
Yacht Club, and A. Lester Best, L. K. Small and W.
G. Morrow representing the South Coast Yacht Club.
The starting-signal was given at 1:30:00 p. m., the
Discovery, which was in a good position when the
gun was fired, crossing the line first at 1:30:37, and
the Valkyrie following, 51 seconds later, at 1:31:28.
There was a strong, steady breeze and the tide was
just beginning to run flood. The Discovery, as is
usual in flood tide races over the channel course,
made short tacks along the Presidio shore, with sheets
started, and gained 4 minutes 23 seconds on the first
leg to windward. The skipper of the Valkyrie stood
out, hoping to gain the benefit of the last of the
ebb tide, but he kept his sheets hauled too close, his
main-boom being over the cockpit. On the 3-mile run
to Goat Island Shoal buoy the Southern yacht gained
a little, both skippers keeping their spinnakers set
too long. When abreast of the buoy the Discovery
gybed the Valkyrie, gybing while still at some distance
from the mark and having to gybe again on reaching
for it. This cost the Valkyrie some time but, not-
withstanding, she gained 28 seconds on the reach to
Southampton Shoal. When the boats rounded the
stakeboat at the shoal there was only 1 minute 17
seconds between them, allowing for the Valkyrie's
handicap of 2 minutes 13 seconds. On the second
beat out to Presidio Shoal Buoy the Discovery footed
fast, while the Valkyrie made slow headway in the
heavy sea. Discovery rounded the Presidio Shoal
Buoy for the second time more than 26 minutes ahead
of Valkyrie and crossed the finishing-line 25 minutes
10 seconds in front of her rival. The elapsed and
corrected time of Discovery was 3:03:11, while the
elapsed time of Valkyrie was 3:27:30, and her cor-
rected time (after deducting her time allowance of
2:13) was 3:25:17. Discovery thus won the race by
a margin of 22 minutes 6 seconds over a course esti-
mated at fourteen miles and retained the San Fran-
cisco Perpetual Challenge Cup for the Corinthian
Yacht Club. It is probable that the Discovery's skip-
per could have won by an even larger margin, but,
having the race well in hand, he wisely ran no risks
and tried no experiments. John E. McFarlane was
skipper of the winning boat, his crew consisting of his
brother Alexander McFarlane, J. Stack, E. Ham-
bcrgcr and S. S. Marshal).
The race made it evident that the Valkyrie is a
smart, handy boat, but unsuited to the strong breezes
and heavy seas prevailing in San Francisco Bay dur-
ing the summer. Her skipper and crew were not
accustomed to handling their craft in rough water
and did not get the best speed of which she is capable
out of her. But nothing could have changed the result
of the race, though the margin by which the Dis-
covery won might have been reduced somewhat had
the Valkyrie's skipper been more familiar than he is
with the peculiar conditions of San Francisco Bay.
Though the Valkyrie stood up well, she did not foot
fast to windward. Her skipper did not know that it
is not possible to make speed to windward against an
incoming tide if the craft is close-hauled. A. M.
Squire, the owner of Valkyrie, accepted the defeat of
his boat in good part and showed himself a sports-
At the annual regatta of the Corinthian Yacht Club
on Decoration Day J. E. McFarlane's Discovery took
first place in Class II, receiving a handicap of seven
minutes and beating the Kathleen, Emma, Edna and
Meteor, each of which received two minutes, the
Aloha, which received 2:30, the yawl Truant, which
received 3 minutes; the sloop Edith, which received
9}4 minutes, and the sloop Freda, which received 10
minutes. The remarkable thing about the result of
the race is that Discovery was built seven years ago
by her owner, a carpenter, while the Valkyrie is one
of the most recent creations of the famous Boston
designer, B. B. Crowninshield. At the regatta at
Santa Barbara during the thiid week of August the
Valkyrie showed much better form than in San Fran-
cisco Bay and won the arbitrary handicap race.
Though it must have been disappointing to the South-
ern yachtsmen to make so long a journey and not
even experience the excitement of a close race, the
event passed off well and did a good deal to promote
kindly feeling between the amateur sailors of the
northern and southern parts of California. The
southerners were well pleased with their reception by
the yachtsmen of San Francisco Bay and will be
glad to meet them in friendly rivalry on salt water
again.
The times of the Discovery and the Valkyrie on the
various legs of the course are given below:
H. M. S.
Discovery crossed starting line at 1 : 30 : 37
Valkyrie crossed starting line at 1 : 3 1 : 28
:51
Discovery crossed finishing line at 4:33:48
Valkyrie crossed finishing line at 4:58:58
25: 10
Valkyrie's corrected time was 3 : 25 : 17
Discovery's corrected time was 3 : 03 : 11
Discovery won by 22 : 06
GUNSHYNESS
CO
/
HEN the season opens on the
ISth instant, and the young
sportsman takes his setter or
pointer afield for the first time,
he may be sadly disappointed,
and annoyed to find that he is
gimshy. But gunshyness in
highly-bred puppies is not at all
uncommon, nor should the
handler be seriously worried
over its appearance in his young dog.
As there are various degrees of gunshyness
so also are there various causes for its ex-
istence. Generally it is the result of a highly-
nervous development, often caused by too
close interbreeding. Some times it is the
result of some physical malady of which the
puppy is suffering at the time. Often gun-
shyness has been caused by the pure thought-
lessness of the trainer in firing a heavy charge
right over the puppy's head, this being the
first time he ever heard the report of a gun.
The unexpected report of a gun will startle
anything, even the confirmed sportsman,
should it be very near him. Is it strange,
then, that a highly nervous puppy should be
startled and badly scared when he hears for
the first time this startling noise? I believe
more puppies are made gunshy through such
thoughtless practices than prove to be gunshy
through other or natural causes. It is safe,
then, to lay down this rule : never fire the
gun when dose to your puppy until you are
sure that he is not afraid of the report.
When you first take your puppy into the
field, if you are not living where you have
had an opportunity to get him used to the
report before putting him on game, let him
get as far away from you as possible, and
while he is busy hunting fire your gun. No-
tice the manner in which it attracts his at-
tention. If he is startled in a way that indi-
cates a nervous annoyance, even though very
slightly, you must be very careful with him
for some time, and not discharge your gun
close to him until all signs of fear have dis-
appeared. If he goes on with his work
oblivious to the noise, or throws his head and
tail up as if anxious to learn the source
and reason for it, just "give him the other
barrel" with perfect confidence, -but even then
shoot two or three times with him reason-
ably close to you before shooting directly
over him.
As there are many reasons for gunshy-
ness so are there many cures and many pro-
cedures advocated. I knew one bad case of
gunshyness that was promptly cured with a
good dose of areca nut. The puppy was suf-
fering from a bad case of worms. Naturally
he was debilitated, and being of a high
nervous temperament this physical derange-
ment intensified his predisposition to nervous
excitement. During a three-days hunt he
was chained to the belt of his owner, but
made no improvement. I saw that the puppy
was suffering with worms and suggested a
vermifuge. At first I was laughed at, but
finally the medicine was given. He was given
a couple of days' rest after this, and to the
delight of his owner when taken into the
field the morning of the third day after be-
ing freed from the worms, he showed no
more fear of the gun than if he had been
so deaf he couldn't hear the report.
Some puppies are actually afraid of the
noise, but gunshyness is not always fear.
This is often demonstrated in the dog's
plainly-shown love for the gun, and his anxiety
to go afield the moment he is shown one.
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I remember a case where a puppy would
almost go into fits when a gun was fired
mar him, and while he knew the gun made
the noise that so disturbed his nerves, the
minute he recovered he would come to tl.j
gun in his owner's hands and lap it with his
tongue. Cases of this kind are really pitiable
ones, and the best treatment is to get them
used to the gun when they are away from
the excitement of the field, and when their
nerves are in the most quiet condition pos-
sible. This is best done by firing the gun
some distance away while ihey are resting
quietly in the kennel or while they are feed-
ing, coming closer each day until their nerves
become used to it.
Other cases can be cured in the field, often
in one day, by paying no attention to them.
Let the dog lie down or hide as he pleases,
and go on with your shooting the same as
if you had no dog with you. He will be
pretty sure to follow you up, getting closer
and closer, and finally, becoming used to the
noise, will begin to hunt some distance from
you. Should he establish a point go to him
and flush his bird, but do not shoot at it
unless he is behind you.
The habit which many have of chaining
a gunshy dog to their belt and dragging him
behind them all day is a bad one, and gen-
erally increases the trouble by leading the dog
to believe that the irritating report of the
gun is a part of his punishment for doing
something which he cannot understand. Better
leave him in the shade of some bush until.
believing himself deserted, he will crawl out
and come sneaking after you.
There is one method of curing gunshyness
that I have never known to fail, even in the
most confirmed cases with old dogs. It is
severe but may be resorted to when others
fail. Shut your dog up in some isolated place
where he will neither see any person or
other dogs. Leave him there for twenty-four
hours. Then take his food in one hand and
a pistol with blank cartridges in the other.
When you reach the door of the place of his
confinement, fire a shot. Open the door,
reaching his food in first, and as you do so
fire again. Most likely he will try to hide
his head in the farthest corner of the room.
If so, close the door and leave him. saying
nothing to him, and be sure to carry his
food away with you. Leave him alone for
another twentv-four hours, and then go
through the same performance. Let him have
a smell of the food and place it in the middle
of the room. If he comes toward it fire
your pistol before he reaches it. If he runs
back to hide pick up the food and walk out,
leaving him for twelve hours more before
trying again. Keep this up until he eats while
you are firing the pistol over him. From two
to four days of this treatment will be found
sufficient. He must not be allowed to c.t
anything, except under the firing of the pistol
for the next week. Finally give him nothing
to eat for twenty-four hours. Then take
him afield and his food with him. Set it
down for him and commence firing your gun.
If he should refuse to eat through fear of
the gun, allow him. nothing to eat until the
next day and try him again. The second
day's trial will rarely be found necessary.
Of course you must be careful that your
more tender-hearted wife is not slipping some-
thing for him to eat into his prison and
thus defeating your purpose.
Because your puppy should be gunshy do
not think him the less valuable. You are
neither training a pit bull terrier nor a bear
dog, but a mild dispositioned hunting com-
panion ; and the fact that he does not show
reckless courage is nothing against him. Have
patience and give him a little time. Many
of our best field dogs were gunshy puppies.
A NEW WAY OF JUDGING
An English fancier has evolved a new j
method of judging dog shows that seems to
have considerable merit. The new plan is-
to bring all the dogs of the same sex of a J
breed into the ring at the same time, no
matter what class they are entered in, and
judge them all together, marking them con-
secutively from one to ten, fifteen or twenty
as the number entered may be, the judge
of course not to know what classes they are
entered in. From this list, where each dog
is given his number or rating of merit. each_
dog's position in the several classes he is
entered in is marked.
Like with all other innovations there are
a good many who claim to see serious ob-
jections to the new method. These hov.ever
are the professional breeders and exhibitors
who have been getting the long end of the
rope by the present scheme of judging. Of
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225
the objections they have put forth, there is
but one that has any merit, and that is un-
important. It is the claim that if the whole
breed of one sex is judged together, an ex-
hibitor who has more than one entry will
have to trust the showing of all but one dog
to the attendants.
There is but little in this, for unless the
same exhibitor owned all the good ones the
judge would weed them out from one end
of the string or the other, and as soon as
one dog was disposed of he could take charge
of another.
But to far overbalance this objection is
the fact that judges will have less opportunity
to know who owns .each dog, and not know-
ing the classes they are entered in they will be
more likely to judge the dogs purely on
their merits than to award the prizes to the
other end of the chain, as is, alas, too often
done under the present system. It will also
prevent the judge from picking out a few
favorites and sending the balance out in a
lump of V. H. C's. It will also save time
in judging and handling, thus giving the judge
plenty of time to thoroughly examine each
entry, and relieve him of the too prevalent
practice of carrying certain dogs right through
all the classes for fear of reversing himself.
Taken altogether the scheme is certainly
a good one and a big step in advance of the
present method. This of course is not as
perfect as the score-card system, but there
is little hopes of the score card being adopted,
for the reason that judging by the score
card necessitates a better knowledge of the
several breeds than our professional judges
have, and under it judges could not jump
into the ring after attending a show or two,
look wise and do their guessing at random.
Nor would any one judge, except after years
of the most careful and intelligent study, be
able to handle all breeds. Therefore, if
, score-card judging ever becomes popular, it
1 will come into use by applying it to one
breed at a time and employing only careful
: students of the breed to do the scoring.
THE ORIGIN OF THE POINTER
A writer in Field and Fancy says of the
English pointer:
The English pointer, which is almost in uni-
versal use today; -as probably brought to perfec-
tion about 150 years ago, ami is the result <>f a
cross between the Spanish pointers of those days
and the English foxhound, or even the Talbot
hound of the same period. There were also pointers
in France and Portugal, and perhaps Italy, before
they were in England. It is curiously on record
that about the first, if not the first, "Spanish"
pointer was introduced into Britain by a merchant
trading with Portugal. This sportsman, who re-
sided in Norfolk, England, was so advanced in
the art of fowling and firearms that he could kill
game on the wing. This points to the first use
of pellets of lead, now called shot. So the first
pointer to arrive in England from Portugal was
the one imported by the Norfolk merchant about
1730.
It was found that the double-nosed Spanish
pointer was not at all good tempered, and the
English did not like him for this reason. Indeed,
he was not to be compared with their own fawn-
ing setter, which did exactly the same work as
the newly imported pointer, save that the former
"set" on his haunches or lay on his belly when
he got close to the game, whereas the latter stood
boldly up and "pointed." Hence the names of the
setter and pointer.
But to return to the variety from Spain or
Portugal, which it was thought well to cross with
the foxhound. There was a celebrated sportsman
of the latter part of the eighteenth century. Colonel
Thornton by name. It was said that the York-
shire gentleman was the first to use the strange
blood, but whether he did or not, he possessed
some wonderful dogs early in 1800.
There was one particularly good dog by the
name of Dash. He was produced by a cross of
the foxhound with a high-bred pointer bitch, this
bitch being probably a descendant of the old and
early cross between the Spanish breed and the
English hound.
While it has been denied that the pointer
contained a foxhound cross, every indication
points to the truth of the above. To anyone
familiar with the type of the Spanish pointer
nothing looks more reasonable than that the
present so-called English pointer is the result
of a hound cross on the Spanish breed.
This is especially apparent in the differentia-
tion in skull, muzzle and ears. The mark
of the hound is often seen in the eyes, and
in the comparatively long hair on the under
side of the tail. That very few of the exist-
ing breeds of dogs are original species and
that most of the breeds we have today are
the result of innumerable crosses, cannot be
denied. For all time the dog has been the
close companion of man and the real origin
of the various breeds will ever remain as
great a mystery as that of the several races
of men.
WESTERN FIELD
but three. English setters but eleven, ana
Irish and c.i.rilon Imt six each. Water
spaniels but four. Even collies fell short
nf the u>ual percentage and only nuna
bered twenty. The pet varieties, however]
showed up strong. Cocker spaniels led
the list with a total "f forty dogs on the
benches. Boston terriers were a good seel
ond with twenty-eight, followed by nine-
teen each bull terriers and fox terrier-, of
the smooth variety, and eleven of the wire-
haired. There were twelve English and
six French bull dogs. The balance con-
sisted of from one to three each of the lest
popular pet breeds from poodles down to
the usual alleged Chihuahua.
The club was more than liberal in its
specials, consisting of cups and other
THE SAN MATEO CLUB'S SHOW
The San Mateo Kennel Club held a one-
day, open-air show mi the grounds of F. J.
Carolan at Burlingame on September 9th.
There were entered altogether 317 dogs, of
which 60 were absent, making 257 dogs
actually benched, a very good showing in-
deed for a one-day show. The show
brought out a large delegation of Bur-
lingame society as well as a strong repre-
sentation of the San Francisco and San
Mateo fanciers. Of the larger breeds there
were few entries. St. Bernards and Great
Danes had but three each. Greyhounds but
two. Russian wolfhounds, American and
English foxhounds but one each. Pointers
Ralston's "Delvcrto
it and 2nd Parti-coloi
San Mateo Show.
i Dolores"
Open Bitche
trophies of a valuable nature, and which
had been selected with better than thej
usual taste for such functions.
The judges were all local and were as-|
signed as follows:
Mrs. H. H. Carlton, Berkeley, Boston!
terriers and French bull dogs.
J. L. Cunningham, San Francisco, Great
Danes.
F. P. Butler, San Francisco, pointers and-
all setters.
Chas. K. Harley. Ross Valley, fox ter-
riers, Irish terriers, Scottish terriers, Skye
terriers, Manchester terriers and American
foxhounds.
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227
Norman J. Stewart, San Jose, collies, Old
English sheep dogs and Airedale terriers.
Edmund Attridge, San Francisco, hull ter-
riers and Yorkshire terriers.
T. J. Blight, San Francisco, cocker, clum-
ber, field and Irish water spaniels.
Geo. A. Cranfield, Yountville, grey-
hounds, Russian wolfhounds, English fox-
hjounds and chows.
Irving C. Ackerman, San Francisco, St.
Bernards, bulldogs, dachshunds, Dalma-
tians, poodles, toys and all other breeds.
Most of the judges donned the ermine
Ifor the first time on this occasion, and can-
Idor compels me to say that while some
[of them made errors, the judging as a
A. Cummings' Italian Greyhound, "Zelda
Winners 1st Puppies, San Mateo Show.
idiole was fully as well done, and with
ss serious blunders than has very gen-
rally followed the importation of costly
rofessionals. One thing was very plain:
he exhibitors received the awards with
le best of good feeling, and expressed the
lost general satisfaction. The reason was,
iey knew the judges; had the fullest con-
dence in their integrity and knew the
ecisions to be honestly made, without
vor or prospective commissions on sales
esulting therefrom.
The true sportsman — and all fanciers
'ossess more or less of the sportsman's
istinct — would rather accept a bad de-
sion honestly made, than a good one
;. W. C. Ralston's "Delverton Dolores" — 1st
Open Bitches (Parti-color). 1st Winners
prompted by crookedness, or the expecta-
tion of personal reward.
While the management was not as per-
fect or smooth-running as it might have
been, the show, taken all in all, was a
success' and reflects credit on the San
Mateo Club.
THE VENICE DOG SHOW
The Venice of America Kennel Club held
its first annual show at Venice, one of the
numerous beach resorts of Los Angeles
county, on August 29th to 31st. The initial
effort of the club proved a success both in
Bitches, San Mate
A Group of Bostons and Their Fanciers. Venice Show.
Russian Wolfhound, "Kubilek II," Winner 1st, Venice, and "Olga," His Kennel Mate.
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229
number of entries and in attendance. This
was due to the good work done by the
officers of the club and the bench show
committee, who were all untiring in their
efforts to make the show one of the best
ever held in the southern part of the State.
In this they were certainly successful.
There were even 200 dogs entered, and with
the very small percentage of absentees —
only sixteen in number — there were 184 dogs
on the benches. Like at all the recent
shows in California the larger breeds, ex-
cept collies, were conspicuous by their
almost total absence; there being but three
St. Bernards, 'three Great Danes, and one
Russian wolfhound. Of the sporting dogs
proper, there were but very few. The show-
ing of field dogs in California, however, has
Champion "Boylston Prince II," 1st Venice
become very near a thing of the past, all the
result of the employment generally of
judges with no practical knowledge of the
breed. Pointers, English and Irish setters,
had but seven representatives each, a poor
showing for a country full of good hunting
dogs. Boston terriers was the banner entry
of the show, there being twenty-nine of
these pert little fellows to enter the ring.
Fox terriers of the two varieties were next
in number with nineteen, followed closely
with collies numbering eighteen and bull
dogs, sixteen, a very large entry for that
breed. Bull terriers were fairly well repre-
sented by ten entries, while cockers, usually
numerous at all California shows, only num-
bered eight. The rest of the show was made
up of the smaller pet breeds with entries
ranging from a single representative to five
or six of a breed.
The judging, which gave very general
satisfaction — as is usually the case when the
awards are made by local men — was done
by the following gentlemen: George L.
Waring, collies, bull terriers, greyhounds,
foxhounds, and Scottish terriers. John P.
Brown, pointers, setters, spaniels, and
dachshunds. L. W. Young, Boston terriers,
and French bull dogs. Irving C. Ackerman,
all other breeds.
A NATIONAL KENNEL CLUB
The dictatorial spirit and self-interest
policy of the close corporation of dog brokers,
yclept the American Kennel Club, has at
last exhausted the patience of American dog-
dom. A movement is now on foot, headed
by the fanciers of the West, to organize a
truly National Kennel Club as the central
sun around which the kennel interests of
America shall revolve. The new organization
is to be all for the dog; something really
national in scope and national in character;
something the so-called American Kennel
Club never has been, or ever can be while
run as a close corporation by professional dog
brokers, professional dog judges and profes-
sional dog breeders. During the last twenty-
five years this little coterie of professionals
have bled the fanciers of America out of over
a quarter of a million of dollars, which has
been absorbed in salaries and junketing ex-
penses of themselves, never spending one
dollar for the betterment of the dog, or
giving anything back to the fancy except a
very few cheap bronze medals.
Can it be wondered, then, that the fancy
h ,.s grown tired of this constant drain with
no resulting benefit, and is at last deter-
mined to take things in their own hands,
ar 1 organize what shall be in fact a com-
monwealth organization of an emphatic
national character.
The following from the Kansas City
Kennel Review will be found of interest
to all who believe in a national organiza-
tion to oversee the kennel interests of
America, and are opposed to the selfish
dictation of a few dog brokers of Xew
York City.
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WESTERN III l D
"To tin Editor: There are many rumors
among some of the best fanciers about
forming a National Kennel Club. It i>
the purpose of these men, who have tired
of the ways nl' the A. K. C. to have a
club for the fancier ami the dog, They
will open registration books and will
sanction shows under their rule--. These
fanciers hope to have the support of many
dissatisfied fanciers in both the United
States and Canada. More anon. Those
interested in the perfecting of the new club
are asked to address Mr. Frank Buchanan,
No. 152 South Main street. .Memphis. Tcnn.
FAIR PLAY.
(The above has been received from a
well known Southern Collie breeder and is
but one of many similar communications
we have received on the subject. Since
Eastern breeders appear to be sleeping it
looks as if it would be up to our hustling
Westerners to get busy and launch a new
club that is all for the dog. and just as
sure as the sun will rise tomorrow morning,
just that sure will these Western men or-
ganize this new club, and they will not be
put out of business by the "trust" either.
Are you with this movement or are you
satisfied with the old regime? Don't hesi-
tate— act now. — Editor.)"
AN ENGLISH SETTER CLUB
A MOVEMENT has been started by a number of
the English setter fanciers of San Francisco
and vicinity, for the organization of an English
Setter Club. The object of the proposed club is the
improvement of the bieed, and ultimately to hold
shows where these dogs can be judged by men with
a proper knowledge of the true English setter type.
There is a wide field for such a club, and if con-
ducted on the right lines it can accomplish a world
of good. As I have repeatedly said in these columns,
silly fads on the part of the field trial men, and
bad judging in the show ring have destroyed the
beauty of the English setter, and robbed him of
many of his best characteristics as a shooting com-
panion. These, it is the belief of the gentlemen
engaged in the new movement, can be recovered by
proper breeding, and it is for the purpose of en-
couraging this breeding along the right lines that the
new club is to be formed. Success to the enterpris-
ing gentlemen engaged in the movement.
FIELD TRIAL RECORDS
THE new book, or rather second volume of Major
Taylor's "Field Trial Records/' has just been
issued from the picss of Nicholson Printing Co.,
..f Pittsburg, Pa. This new book contains a com-
plete list of all the field trial winners of America,
together with their breeding, handler, owner, etc. It
th ntains a complete list of the sires and dams
ot" all field trial winners together with the performance
of the progeny of each. To the lover of field trials
or the Student of the setter or pointer the new book
is invaluable.
If reports are correct Tacoma will hold a dog show
this fall. It is a good while since Tacoma held a
show, but at one time it was an important factor
the northwestern circuit.
The fad for the long, low, and light weight in
cockers that came into existence a few years ago, has
reached its height and is now on the ebb. Like every
foolish fad, encouraged by pliable judges, this for the
long and low duck-legged cocker has left its damning
mark on the breed. Now, the true friends of this
bright little dog are actively at work trying to undo
the damage wrought by this silly fad. They have a
job on their hands that will take years of hard,
earnest work to accomplish, and all the result of
action, when prompt action was imperative. They
have one consolation, however, — that they are not
the only fanciers who nave stood idly by and let a
breed be spoiled when a little resolution used
plucking out the blighting weed of fadism at the be-
ginning of its germinature would have saved years of
sadder labor.
THE next Coast dog show will be held at Stockton
on October 14, 15 and 16. With the recent
success of the Venice and San Mateo shows it
begins to look as if fall shows in California are the
ones that draw the entries. Stockton is a good show
point and no doubt will receive a most liberal pat-
ronage from the fancy of the State. The gentlemen
in charge are untiring in their efforts to make this
show one of the very best ever held in the State out-
side of San Francisco. Already the list of specials
has assumed grand proportions and is still growing.
At Burlingame during the San Mateo show the air
was full of Stockton talk. Everybody it seemed was
going, and all the best dogs were to be entered; many
of those defeated under the San Mateo judges ex-
pecting to turn the table on their competitors at
Stockton. At any rate. Stock: on will have a good
entry and a fine show.
MR. GEO. M. COOK, well and favorably known
to the sportsmen of the central part of the
State, has located at Healdsburg and
tends to take a small string of dogs to break for
upland or marsh shooting. Mr. Cook has the right
ideas about breaking young dogs, and is withal
a careful handler. Those who entrust the educa-
tion of their young dogs to Geo. Cook may rest
assured that when he is through with them the
puppies will know what they are turned down for,
do their work cheerfully, and be obedient to
commands.
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fhe Kubaivat of Omar the Hum.;- (Verse) Thomas Maitland Marshall
II:. ( ountry of Big Bear. . , ..Henry P. Pullet,
Sk Fr. .ntiersman (Verse) ■ - • ^'.'f!,'"' Brumbaugh
l-he Angler (Verse) Lulu Whedon Mitchell
riie Buffalo and Pat Ryan -John B. Haas
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■dish Sport— Part IV.— With the Otter Hounds •*■ Clapham
girth's Humbler Ones > , , Alma Mar,,,,
( \ erse - I ,,a /( right Hanson
Moon i ' Mary I'aughan
south Coast Shooting— Part X.— After Wild Cats ••..•• "Stillhunter
I Cruise to Drake's Bav — ,/ ft ij'V l1 '*
Wemher (Verse) Percy M. Cushwg
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P-inoi Lo-- H •--)" II alter S~ctt Haskell
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Ah
HEN old Boreas opes
And tender flow'rets mourn
When Autumn shivers 'mid the
then 'tis time to take your
frosty gate
i their sorry fate;
rling leaves,
isky straight.
A vaunt ! thou poet, with thy jug of wine,
Thy loaf of bread grown stale and song of vine;
A tent, a pot of coffee on the fire,
Some bacon and a flap-jack, please, for mine.
What of this piping of the potter's clay?
No flagon for my bones when through, I pray;
Rather into clay pipes please model me
And warm me up some dozen times a day.
And why these questions of the now and then?
Why hash thy troubles o'er and o'er again?
Come, poet, get thy gun and don thy boots — ■
A rifle is far mightier than the pen.
Place in thy hunting coat thy flask of rye;
A jolt or two and soon thou shalt espy
The joy of living, gamboling 'neath the trees,
Nor wilt thou ask the wherefore nor the why.
Thy friendly pipe hold close between thy teeth,
Joy lingers in each puff and snowy wreath,
Save when the mixture is too vile a brand.
Grown may haps on the Duke of Durham's heath.
Oh, poet, let us find thy wilderness
Where game is plenty, and there is no press
Of many Nimrods; there we'll find the bliss
Of hungry hunters o'er a bounteous mess.
When the bright firelight gleahis on ghostly trees.
And howls of night things all thy slumbers tease,
Content thyself, and smoke thy evening pipe,
And pass the flask, and let thy conscience ease.
— Thomas Maitland Marshall.
I',\ I I l \l;\ F, PULLEN.
1 1 E Pacific ( loasl • ountrj between
the north of Vancouver Island
and Alaska is essentially a
bear country. Everywhere the
hills and valleys arc wooded
except lure and there where
the rocks are SO hare that not
even a cedar or hemlock can
take root Sometimi s, espei ially
of late years, tin carelessness of
a white camper has started a fire which lias
burned both the trees and the thin layer of
soil which filled the crevices and provided the
necessary nourishment for them, thus leaving
the mountain an immense bare rock.
There are plenty of deer in the woods as
well as bear, but nobody thinks of going that
far to shoot deer. There are plenty of black-
tails anywhere along the coast. On Vancouver
Island, even within a few miles of the city
of Victoria, deer are so plentiful that any
hunter who can shoot and who has any knowl-
edge of woodcraft can bring home one hundred
pounds of venison after a short hunt. The
deer are, however; useful to provide food for
the bear hunter, miner, or trapper during the
winter season when other kinds of food are
scarce.
It is customary when going into that country
to try for a grizzly, to engage one or two In-
dians to pole up the rivers. They charge all
sorts of prices for this service, for the Indian
is never a cheap man, always wanting the
highest price that is going. When they think
they can get it they charge five dollars a day
each and seventy-five cents a day for the
canoe. Besides this they will ask five dollars
.apiece for every black or brown bear killed
and ten dollars for each grizzly. It is not
usually necessary to pay anything like that
much, though. Some Indians will do the same
work for half the price rather than miss the
job, and even then they are well paid.
The better way, perhaps, is to engage a white
trapper if one can be secured. The white man
is more sociable, understands the habits of the
game just as well, often better, bul he can not
use a pole like the Indian when going up a
river against a swift current.
A short time ago in a newspaper article I
advised bunting bear in the autumn: I was
soon told by many who professed to know
that the spring was the best season for the
sport, as the pelts are better then and the bears
are easier to kill. The pelts arc certainly more
woolly and the hair longer in the spring, and
at that time of year the bear are out on the
slides just below the snow line ; but in the
autumn about the end of October the hides
are pretty good and the bears may then be
shot from a canoe as they are feeding on the
salmon that have gone up the streams to spawn
and died there. That is the only way in which
an Indian will tackle a grizzly. He is afraid to
go very near him on land.
Grizzlies are very plentiful everywhere, but
their pelts are not anything like as good as
those of the interior. They are very large and
have fine heads but the rugs are not thick.
There are also a few of the inland white
bears ( Ursus kermodei ) but curiously enough
they are usually found on the small islands
along the coast. A short time ago one was
found on Gribble Island and the skin is now
in the possession of Mr. Francis Kermode,
curator of the Victoria museum. The bear is
rather smaller than the black bear and of a
creamy white color. There are already four
specimens mounted in the Victoria museum.
An illustration of the kind of story one
hears in travelling along the coast is that of a
young Englishman who had been some time in
the country and was a pretty good shot, but
who so far had failed to kill one of the big
grizzlies. He wanted to take a pelt home with
him to show the people back there the kind of
game that is found in the country. He was '
working, or supposed to be working, in a
lumber camp. None of his fellows would leave
their work to go with him on the morning in
question, so he shouldered his "thirty-thirty"
and climbed the mountain back of the camp.
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Falls on the Crab River, Gardner's Inlet
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Looking Up Gardner's Canal
When near the top he came out on to a swamp,
and there right in front of him were six big
grizzlies, enough surely for one hunt.
Six grizzlies to one man seemed hardly a
fair contest, but he had come out for bear and
here they were. It would be poor sportsman-
ship to return home to camp without so much
as a shot. Steadying himself for a few min-
utes to get his nerves under control,, he took
steady aim and the first and biggest of the
bunch fell with a bullet through his brain.
The other five charged and now was the time
the nerve was needed. One after another the
big fellows were dropped and the last one fell
when only five yards distant from the man.
He then went to his fellow workmen to help
get the bears to camp. They would not believe
his story until they saw the half dozen car-
casses. Then they Voted him a good fellow
and the king of trumps.
Every year during July and August a large
number of the Indian tribes go away to Rivers
Inlet or one of the other fishing grounds to
fish and work in the canneries. At some of the
villages they leave en masse and nothing is left
but the dogs. These are left to look after
themselves for the two months. They now
and then catch a small animal or bird, enough
to keep them alive, but they become very thin
and emaciated. At one village that I visited
last July at the mouth of the Kemano River,
ten dogs came out to meet me. They were
thin and hungry and gave every expression of
delight at the approach of the boat. Evidently
they had been out porcupine hunting, for one,
a half-bred bull dog. had his nose stuck full of
quills. The poor creature would not let us
pull them out so the only alternative was to
put him out of his misery. He must have died
anyway before the return of the Indians, so my
companion brained him with a blow of the
axe. Only one of the other dogs had quills in
his nose and that one had but two. The brave
English dog had killed the game and taken
the punishment while the others shared the
feast.
The only game birds that I saw up there
were a few grouse, several varieties of ducks,
and a few geese. Guillemots and grebes are
very common in the water, especially the
former. Overhead the bald eagle is very much
in evidence. Sometimes he is seen perching in
a lofty spruce or hemlock near the water's
edge accompanied by his mate or he is soaring
in search of food. The nests are usually in
the tops of tall and inaccessible trees close to
the water. Sometimes two nests were seen
close together but one may have been an old
one. There did not seem to be any ospreys up
there so the eagles are compelled to catch their
own food.
The commonest of all the small birds was
the little northern wren which seemed to be
everywhere. No matter if it was morning,
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noon, or night, we had never been ashore more
than five minutes before we were greeted by
this cheery little songster who with both head
and tail erect poured forth with all his might
the song of welcome. This wren seems to
never tire of singing. Whether he sings all
the time I cannot say, but he always sings
when anyone is around. The other birds in
evidence were the water ousels, Alaska yel-
low warblers, humming birds, a few crows,
and the everpresent ravens that croaked
around the camp mornings and evenings.
Once, too, I saw a large pine grosbeak.
As one passes over the beaches in that part
of the country there is no scrambling be-
neath the rocks by the noisy crabs. There
seemed to be none of these creatures there and
only once I noticed a starfish. Probably the
water is too cold for them. There were plenty
of barnacles below tide water, just as there
are to the south.
The timber of the country is mostly cedar,
hemlock, spruce, and a few firs, but the most
striking plant to anyone who essays to find a
new trail through the woods is the "devil's
club." Both leaves and branches of this shrub
are covered with prickles that pierce the skin
and remain in the flesh. They do not feel
very painful until the day after the battle.
Then the poison has done its work and the
person who has fought with them is glad to sit
down and extract the thorns. It is not an
uncommon thing when climbing through the
woods to begin to slide down a hillside or into
a creek. There is a bough within reach with
which to save oneself. The first time the
climber seizes the bough and then swears. On
the next occasion he slides downward instead
and takes his chances of breaking his neck.
The latter is preferable to tackling a devil's
club.
Throughout all this country there is no
spot that compares for picturesque scenery
with Gardner's canal, an inlet which runs forty
miles between snow-capped mountains yet is
seldom more than two miles in width, often
not more than half that distance. Cataracts
and cascades vie with each other for beauty
and grandeur. Some of them fall hundreds of
feet from the foot of ghostly glaciers, while
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others msli between the rugged sides oi
with the roar of thunder as irresistible
as the coming of night. The time will come
when tourists will visii this favored spot by
the hundred. It will always he a wild place,
for there is nothing there to attract the specu-
lator, except perchance there lie precious metal
in the rocks. A thousand feet and more above
the sea the goats browse on the mountain
crags, safe because of the inaccessibility of
their retreat.
The person who would really enjoy this
country must leave the route of the steamers,
and with a launch or sloop, and a guide who
knows the country, take his time meandering
among the inlets and rivers. Everywhere he
will find something new and delightful. The
mineral springs which abound (having an
average temperature of 120 degrees), the scen-
ery, the natives, the animal and bird life, all
are delightful and novel to the city dweller of
the south.
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THE FRONTIERSMAN
E KNOWS the fresh, unbroken
; deadly forest creatures
His hands are rough with patient to
His constant friends the wind and
Though all the forces of the earth
Give battle for the right of way.
He claims the rich land of his birth.
And tights to win it day by day.
No hero quite so fine as he
Within the leaves that thousands tu
His daily life is bravery.
Which we have found it hard to 1
But where the wildest storm-win
The lovelorn veeries call and call;
And through the open cabin door
He hears the sweetest song of all
— Roscoe Bru
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THE ANGLER
THE sky is overcast, a soft wind blow
' The bright faced cowslip lights the m;
The Mayflies skim the stream that wil
Beside the bittern's rough nest in the s
:dge.
\\ iih all youth's ardor, all man's practised ar
He throws the supple line aslant the brook,
Where 'neath the drooping alders, in the coo
Translucent shadows of a silent nook,
With rod and creel the fisher takes his way,
Beyond the smoke and noises of the town.
None plumb so deep as he the joys of earth,
Strolling the banks until the sun goes down.
Lurks the sleek, spotted beauty of his i
Shyest and wisest of the finny host;
Sharp-eyed, suspicious, wary and alert — ■
A prize full worthy of an Angler's boast.
Between those reedy banks with flags beset,
The twisting waters slide toward the sea — ■
Each flashing wave with iris gleams alight.
And dancing to its own blithe melody.
By many a patient wile he fills his creel.
And with the waning light goes whistling hoi
Watching the birds fly up and darkling wheel,
Breathing the odors of the new-turned loam.
The poetry of Spring is in his heart.
It beats with fresh delight and careless mirth,
Of all the heirs of Nature, gay and free.
None plumb so deep as he the joys of earth.
— Lulu Whedon Mitchell.
By Job n B, Haas
NE of our companions on the
plains, Pat Ryan, as good a
man as ever shouted "Wo-
haw!" to a contrary team of
oxen, was forever getting into
scrapes and ever getting out
of them, although sometimes
by a mere scratch. Listen to
reason? He just would not;
and was never happier than
when he could force any one into an argu-
ment. At first the boys would argue with
him and strive to convince him, but as
Pat never tired, and would never give in
that he was wrong, they soon quit on that
line. They were actually afraid of his
arguing forever and would say "Yes" to
every one of his assertions, were they ever
so preposterous.
That was not what he wanted and he
would turn away, grumbling and saying:
"Faith ! What can ye expect of men who
have never been away from the Mississippi
bottoms?"
We had camped pretty early one day
near the bluffs on the South Platte. Ex-
perience had taught us not to camp near
the river, although it forced us to carry
water a longer distance. The mosquitoes
and gnats were terrible bad on the river
bottom, even in day time. We were often
compelled to make smudges (smoke with
buffalo chips) around the camp to protect
ourselves. They were the bloodthirstiest
insects we had ever encountered. They
even attacked the cattle, so that the poor
brutes quit grazing and run around almost
frantic. As soon as we had lighted the
smudges, they crowded one another to gut
to stand in the smoke for relief. Higher
up, near the bluffs, these plagues were
not nearly so bad. One would wonder how
they could sting through an ox's thick
hide. When we went down to the river
[or water we were sure to tie handkerchiefs
over our faces.
We never felt lonesome. There was a
great emigration to California in 1853. It
was no uncommon sight to behold strings
of canvas-covered wagons — ox and horse
teams — on both sides of the Platte, all
going towards the setting sun; so many in-
deed, that a man on horseback could have
camped every night with a different train.
It was a common occurrence for small
trains to camp near each other, especially
where the feed was good.
One evening a train of three horse teams
camped about two hundred yards from us.
It was Pat's and my turn to go down
to the river for water, each of us carrying
two tin buckets. There was not a tree
or bush in sight. Bluegrass, a splendid
meadow of it, clean down to the river bank.
We had climbed down the steep bank and
filled our buckets, Pat getting up on top
again first.
"Holy Moses!" Pat exclaimed. "What
a beast! Sure it's a grizzly!"
"Pat had heard of grizzlies. They were
fresh in his memory, as Nason had related
a heartrending story the evening before
at the campfire, especially for his benefit.
I climbed u,p on the bank. ' "That's a
buffalo, Pat ! There're no grizzlies here."
I told him. The buffalo was about a
quarter of a mile up the river, quietly feed-
ing. For once Pat was too excited to
argue.
"If I only had me gun! he exclaimed.
"Let's hurry and get to camp." ■
•Hurry ! With two buckets of water !
Pretty hard to do, and I took my time.
But Pat wouldn't. He carried his buckets
a step or two further. "Oh, go on, they
want die water for supper; that buffalo
is there yet." I said, as I saw him looking
over his shoulder. Without another word
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Pal set down the buckets and started on
a dead run for camp.
I met him coming back, armed with one
of those old army guns that used to he
called "Mississippi Yagers," and whose
regular charge was a ball and three buck-
shot.
"Faith, and I will have that buffalo," he
said as he hurried past.
"Going afoot," I asked. "Why didn't
you mount one of the ponies?"
"The devil a one in camp!" he shouted
back to me.
When I got into camp all hands were
standing on the wagon wheels watching
him going for the buffalo, and so were
the men of the horse train. On he went,
never hesitating or faltering until he got
within the distance he called "handy."
The buffalo was quietly feeding, never
suspecting that danger in the shape of a
wild Irishman and a Mississippi Yager
was threatening him, as the wind was blow-
ing toward Pat.
We saw Pat halt and take aim. A puff
of smoke and a faint report assured us
that he had fired. He was cocksure that
the buffalo would fall and stood there wait-
ing for it. But the animal had no notion
of doing go. but instead, had raised its
head, saw the smoke and made a guess
that the pain in the fleshy part of the
shoulder was caused by that queer-looking
animal on two legs standing there staring
at it. If the old bull, who may have been
worsted in a battle with one stronger than
he and driven from the herd, had ever
seen a man before — white or Indian — that
man was horseback, and then it was good
buffalo policy to get away. But — run
from that thing on two legs? Nary time.
Maddened with pain the buffalo made for
Pat, and the latter took in the situation
at a glance and. thought he didn't want to
wait longer. Dropping his gun Pat ran,
and it was one of the most exciting races
we ever beheld. Pat made for camp and
so did the bull, but Pat beat him, for men
from both camps started out and pestered
the buffalo by shooting at him — just shoot-
ing at him, for apparently not one of them
hit him and he made his escape by running
to the bluffs between the two camps. Pat
would never argue about that buffalo.
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WHAT SHALL I READ TONIGHT?
WHAA
HAT shall I read tonight,
I scan my bookcase
A sonnet, a lay or a rondeau light
Or a scrap of old folk-lore ?
Blackstone i
Consorting i
But neither
That a list!
Across from
Half hid in
Are Ibsen a
; up on the shelf
,-ith Huffcutt lean.
fancy
the changing light
rid Shaw and the great Molii
they hold my fancy tonight?
Back to the pine- wood forest-
There's
ere it
With only the drip of the
Or the needles that und(
And the woodpecker's qu
On some once lonely tre
•ozing sap
my footfall snap
What shall I read tonight?
Ah J I turn from my bookish
From sonnet, from lay and froi
To dream of the woods once r
— Luc
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CANVASBACK
By Tom Veitch
HEN the leaden clouds and the
sweeping, swishing rainstorms
of our late fall have taken the
place of the golden sunshine and
azure skies of early September ;
when the browns and golds of
the once-flaming woods are
deadening to dull grays ; when
the parched land has had its fill
of moisture and the great rivers
are slowly rising, and shallow ponds are form-
ing in all the depressions and rough gullies of
the lowlands ; then it is that a few lordly can-
vasback, the forerunners of the hosts to come,
begin to make their appearance on our reed-
fringed ponds and broad bays, and in our
winding sloughs. Hundreds of miles from the
far north they come, swinging southward
away from the white winter in increasing
numbers day by day, to spend the stormy
days and months with thousands of their web-
footed brethren along our shores and in our
broad marshes. Every day of the advancing
rainy season finds more of them with us, until
when two weeks of our calendar winter have
passed they form the majority of the birds in
many portions of our state where aquatic
feathered folk congregate.
Most of the ducks we are familiar with —
widgeon, teal, golden-eye, blue-bill, gadwall,
mallard, sprigtail and spoonbill — precede the
canvasback in our marshes and markets; but
when the sportsmen's straploads begin to show
here and there the white back or red head of a
great drake "can", a commotion starts that
runs through the entire ducking fraternity —
from the man who shoots from his com-
fortable blind over decoys on a baited, private
pond, to the fellow who braves a wetting on
a tossing, wind-swept bay in a small skiff for
a chance to scull within gunshot of a dozen
birds. For, although our coast canvasback are
not up to the table standard set by their val-
lisneria-fed brethren of the Chesapeake, they
are still highly edible, except when they have
been living on a shellfish diet in shallow bay
waters for some weeks ; further, they are the
largest and mast imposing of all our ducks,
and the man who kills a string of canvasback
ducks gets a much wider hearing than he who
only brings home ducks. Not necessarily
among old sportsmen who know the true value
of every game bird, as such, but among those
who judge the wiliness of a bird by its price
on a menu.
The old sportsmen would only give him
half the credit for a string of canvasback that
they would give him for the same number of
little teal or bright mallard. For the can-
vasback is often a foolish bird, and when a
gunner is once in the line of a flight it is no
trick for him to bag the large birds in num-
bers. They decoy perhaps more readily than
any other duck, and when their attention is
once fixed on the lures it takes a marked lack
of caution to drive them out of shot. In fact,
over a baited pond when an evening flight was-
on I have kneeled in open sight of my decoys,
some twenty yards from them, and killed bird
after bird. And I have seen several of the un-
hit birds of a flock which has pitched to the
decoys and been shot at, settle in the water
with a surprised air long enough to give one
who was so inclined an opportunity to shoot
them on the sit. Not once have I seen this,
but several times. And I have seen a man
with a small bore rifle kill almost an entire
small flock of feeding canvasbacks without a
single bird taking alarm. He simply waited
for them to dive and the last bird to decide to
go in search of a meal found himself suddenly
in no need of one. But when I say that a can-
vasback is a fool I only mean comparatively —
he learns in time to care for himself and when
he does learn somebody else plays the fool.
But the great majority still know nothing.
I thoroughly enjoy canvasback shooting, be-
cause when my strap is filled I have a bunch
of the most sought after game birds of our
coast — and then maybe because the canvas-
back is not the hardest bird in the world to
hunt. I honestly admit that an all-day tramp
for two quail, or a seven-hour hunt for a
jacksnipe does not particularly appeal to me.
I am somewhat of a depraved creature who
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fu1 n nit. obtained in a
legal manner.
I like i" once or twice during the
obtain a limit bag of birds. I can rcmembi r
distinctly the shortest time it took me to kill
my limit, then fifty, of canvasbacks. It was
on a private preserve in southern Sonoma
County, a great wheat ranch of some four
thousand acres of reclaimed land, surrounded
and traversed by tule-fringed sloughs. One of
these, about three-quarters of a mile in length,
which ran across the ranch, contained the
heavily baited ponds over which we shot.
There were no tides in it. the water being
controlled by a great flood gate. It was deep-
est at the west end and here the canvasback
blinds were bidden in the tales which were
thickly ranked along either bank, looking from
a distance like brown walls rising from the
newly-sown fields. About a half mile from
the blinds was the duck house, where scores of
different kinds of decoys and several boats
were kept in order by a keeper. This man
also put out wheat in the ponds for the birds
every evening and kept off trespassers, as
well as setting out the decoys for the gunners
and acting as instructor for any green hand.
The keeper lived at the farmhouse' set down
behind a large broad dike, alongside of the
slough-like Sonoma Creek. Here the visiting
sportsmen put up, and many time have I
dressed and undressed winter mornings and
nights in that house by the light furnished by
natural gas from a well in back of the barn.
But, although they have a great convenience
in the natural gas, they are handicapped by a
lack of drinking water, the solution from the
wells being too salty to be palatable. All of
their aqua pura is imported from external
points.
It was a Saturday noon we arrived at the
"island" on the hunt I have in mind, and when
we had climbed into our shooting togs and
were eating lunch, the keeper came in and
assured us that the prospects for an excellent
evening flight of "cans" were never better.
Xo one had shot over the ponds for seven
days and he had been feeding the birds con-
tinually. With the outlook for a good shoot
ahead of us it was hard work to wait until
even two o'clock in the afternoon before we
made our way to the blinds. But when we
were finally comfortably ensconced in the
sliooting boxes our impatience had its reward
in the form of a tiresome two-hour wait for
the flight — for. with the exception of a few'
ruddy ducks and numberless black coots that
skittered away at our approach, nothing had
i i the ponds when we arrived. About
foul "duck the first shots came — two birds
from the southwest, canvasback from the bay — .
but it was not I that killed them. In my im-
patience 1 bad left my blind an hour previously
in pursuit of two widgeon that bad pitched
into a far slough, and I had become thoroughly
lost in a maze of small, winding, ooze-bot-
tomed salt rivers. Shots continued to come
from the direction of the blinds at intervals,
and when I had finally struggled and fought
my way back through mud and water it was
five o'clock, and my companion and the
keeper had eighteen birds, all canvasback.
There was a lull in the flight for about
fifteen minutes after my arrival, and then of a
sudden I saw five birds, far up the slough,
coming my way. They were flying close to
the water and I crouched in the blind until
they were forty feet from the decoys. A
quick shot downed one of the center birds, and
as they soared the second barrel crumpled up
another. One of the remaining three birds
niade a wide circle, and almost before I was
aware of it was over the decoys again. This
time he stayed.
Perhaps now I was down three minutes, per-
haps one. I was becoming excited and could
not tell. Anyway, I heard a quick, sharp
whish-sh overhead and in back of me, and
then into my line of sight swung two "cans"
with their wings fixed. My gun shot to my
shoulder, and just as one was settling into the
decoys it spoke, and he turned over and kicked
for a moment. When I fired the other soared
and the second barrel only seemed to. recall to
his mind some distant appointment that he
was already late in keeping. Next three or
four single shots swung down the slough, and
some were killed and some were allowed to go
their way, with some haste but no hindrance.
The sun was going down in a great blaze of
golden glory, and the whishing of the birds'
wings as they swung over the still ponds in
wide circles was becoming almost continuous.
My gun barrels were getting decidedly warm,
and I was dimly aware of the frequent reports
of the other gun. Just after I had killed three
out of a small flock that had settled in the
decoys and risen when I lifted over the tules,
the keeper slipped into the blind. He reported
the other gun as doing very well farther down
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the slough, and said that he came to call in
the ducks for me.
It was well he did, for just then high over
us a band of about twenty started circling.
Lower and lower, closer and closer, they came,
every once in a while answering the hoarse
calls of the keeper. Then of a sudden they
pitched toward the decoys, their wings hissing.
The keeper motioned to let them settle and I
did. Then my pot-hunting instincts arose, and
when they were well bunched we lifted over
the edge of the blind and tore loose. I verily
believe we killed half the flock before they
were fairly into the air. Anyhow when the
noise ceased there seemed a great many more
dead ducks bobbing over toward the tules on
the other bank. Following the keeper's orders
I had retrieved none of my birds, but had
kept well covered in the blind.
I continued shooting for the next twenty
minutes at birds that literally poured into the
ponds to feed, and when I stopped there were
but a few of the one hundred and fifty shells
left which I had brought out — but the tules
across the slough, opposite the decoys, were
lined with dead birds.
We now started in our boats to retrieve,
and as we were picking dead canvasback after
canvasback from the water, numbers of live
ones were dropping into the distant corners of
the ponds, while the hissing of their wings
overhead was almost continuous.
When we finally piled tin- bird-, up in the
duck house and counted them by lantern light
there were ninety-six, practically a limit for
each gun — all shot in an hour and a half by
two only medium marksmen; and, with the
exception of a brace, they were all canvasback.
But this, I was told, was an exceptional flight
for even these remarkably excellent canvas-
back ponds.
I have shot canvasback under conditions
which cannot be compared with those attend-
ant on this big shoot — shot them from a brush
blind along a bay shore in cold rainy weather,
and gone home with half a dozen; and I have
shot them on the salt marsh, when they were
extremely wary from much hunting; and I
have sculled on them in a brush-covered boat
— but whenever I have swung my gun on a
lordly canvasback a peculiar thrill has run
through me which has always been absent
when I aimed at any other duck ; and I think
this will always be the case — for to me the
canvasback stands pre-eminent in the duck
world.
THE
LOW LAND
THE clouds hang clo
' A misty rain dr
se above the darkening U
w land
|is through the ragged
weeds;
The fall wind stirs tr
e bristling wire grasses
And shivers in and
DUt among the reeds;
A startled water fowl
beats from the rushes,
Low to the earth he
wings his certain way
m
A kildee chirriips fr<
m tne little willows;
A frog monotonously
whirs his lay.
And, printed dark against the west horizon
Where glows a faint
light of the hidden sui
A solitary figure trt
dging homeward —
A weary hunter with
his dog and gun.
The grey mist closes
nearer, nearer over
The wide low land,
and dimming from the
sight
The distant highlands
; while the rain comes
falling,
A steady drip, drip
through the gathering
night.
— Grace G. Cro
well.
ENGLISH SPORT
By R. Claim
Pari IV. With thk Ottkr Hounds.
N ENGLAND today the otter is
one of the few remaining wild
animals which still leads the
same free, independent life that
his ancestors used to lead. He
haunts the brooks and streams
in almost every county, travel-
ling by night and living upon the
finny tribe which glide beneath
the waters of the mountain
streams or the deep, dark pools of the larger
rivers.
The otters still seem to hold their own, in
spite of the legitimate otter-hound packs which
pursue them in the summer months, and it is
to their secretive ways and the fact that they
use the night time for their peregrinations that
they mainly owe their safety, and are enabled
to breed and increase their kind. On most of
the rivers the otter is looked upon much in the
same light as the fox — namely as an animal to
afford sport for the hounds— and in conse-
quence, he is usually free from molestation ex-
cept when the otter pack visits the water. Most
forms of hunting in England have become too
scientific and artificial in modern times, but it
is not so with otter hunting, for one of its great
charms is that it is entirely free from any
such artificiality. It is conducted amid lovely
surroundings, all the glories of spring are rife
as the hunter wends his way by the rippling
stream in May, or the late summer months.
The deep mouthed hounds awake the echoes
with their chorus, and the sound floats along
the water as the pack swim the quarry's line.
There is variety in the sport, for no two hunts
are ever alike, which adds still more to its at-
tractiveness, and the ever-changing scenery is
an additional charm.
The hounds are followed on foot, and every-
one shares the same toils of the chase, which
brings forward the best of camaraderie and
good-fellowship amongst the ardent devotees of
the sport.
Some few of the English packs commence
the season in the latter pari of the month of
April, but the middle of May is the best period
at which to make a start, for earlier in the
spring the water is too cold and hounds be-
come chilled with swimming.
The only impedimenta necessary for the
equipment of the hunter is a long, light pole
of bamboo or hazel wood, which is used as a
jumping pole and support when crossing deep,
swift-running places in the river, and which in
olden times was also used as a spear on which
to impale the otter when dead-beat at the end
of a long chase — a custom which has since
been cast aside as too barbarous for the more
humane hunting of the present day.
The clothing of those partaking in the sport
should consist as much as possible of woollen
or flannel stuffs, for the hunter often has to
wade for hours in the water — that is, if he is
keen to follow every move and manoeuvre of
the hounds.
Rich and poor, old and young, men and girls
all join in hunting with the otter-hounds, for
the expense is nil and nothing is required but a
stout heart and a love of hunting to enable
every member of the field to view a hunt from
the find to the kill.
The following may give the reader some
idea as to what sport can be had by following
in the wake of one of our present-day North
Country packs of otter-hounds, which hunt
the streams of Yorkshire, a county wdiich has
produced some of the best of sportsmen and
sportswomen.
Imagine a swift, deep-pooled and rocky
stream, tributary to a well-known North Coun-
try salmon river, running through a wooded
valley, the sides of 'arhich in places rise steeply
upwards from the river's edge.
It is a glorious morning in the middle of
May as we mount our licycles, the otter poles
strapped lengthwise on the machines, and ride
down the hard white iiimestone road towards
the little village some ten miles distant, where
we are to meet the otter-hounds.
It is just 9 o'clock as we roll over the old
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With the Otter Hounds
1 — Hounds Swimming the Lit
3— Hunting the Ditch
5— Ready to Cast Off
2 — Weighing the Otter
4— Cutting the "Pads" and "Pole"
IVESTERh III I />
stone It it Iiii- spanning (lie river and dismount
.it the Red Lion bm, where other arrivals are
already in waiting.
The earlier a start can be made when in pur-
suit « • f the otter, the better; for, as he travels
by nighf, it behooves the huntsman to get his
hounds onto the night's trail a^ SOOn as pos-
sible and before the sun's rays have had time
to dispel the scent. We light our pipes and
saunter to the parapet of the bridge, where a
deep, clear pool gives us a \ic\\ of sundry
trout, idly waving their tails as they lie be-
neath the water, heads up-stream, ready for
any dainty morsel which the current above may
iwn to them.
As we watch the tobacco smoke curl slowly
upwards in the still morning air. the note of a
horn rings out and as we look up. there, round
an angle of the road, come the hounds with
their huntsman and a small crowd of followers
in the rear.
They draw up in front of the inn and greet-
ings are exchanged, not to mention one or two
glasses of home-brewed ale. which the sport-
ing landlord is ever ready to dispense to his
friends.
The master, who hunts the pack himself, is
a well-known member of the district — a thor-
ough hound lover and sportsman.
He is clad in the hunt uniform of blue; a
gold-mounted otter-pad in the front of his
fore and aft cap. and wide blue knickerbockers,
below which are a pair of well-nailed shooting
boots. Other members and subscribers to the
hunt wear a similar uniform, and nearly all
carry long poles of bamboo, ash, or hazel.
A farmer from the adjoining land informs
us that an otter is known to be haunting the
stream about a mile or more above the bridge,
so the master gives one short toot upon the
horn and we move off in that direction.
A word as to the hounds we are following is
necessary to enlighten the uninitiated. The
pack consists of twelve couple of mixed
hounds, eight couple of the pure, rough-coated
otter-hounds and four couple of fox-hounds ;
also the kennel terriers. Vengeance. Vixen, and
Dreadnaught, who play their part when the
otter has to be bolted from some stronghold
amongst the rocks and roots. We wend our
way some distance upstream ; then turn
through a gate and cross a pasture field
towards the water. The pack dash eagerly
forward, but a note on the horn and' a word
or two, accompanied by a crack of the whip,
soon curbs their exuberance of spirits, and
they settle down to hunt along the gravelly
sides and amongst the stones for an) sign of
that enticing scent which they know so well.
Busily they nose about, trying every patch of
sand where the otter may have come out of
the water on his nightly fishing excursion; but
as yet no welcome voice proclaims a find.
We move farther up-stream, and. as we
reach a dark pool overhung by willow-. Blue-
bell, a knowing old hound, swims out to a
large stone near the center of the pool.
As he reaches it. the valley resounds to his
deep-mouthed cry, and the rest of the pack
fly to him. churning the water into foam as
they swim towards the rock; for well they
know, when he speaks, our quarry has been
there not very long before. As the pack
around, a chorus of hound voices proclaims
the old hound's find and they swim eagerly up
the pool, keeping along the right bank. Strik-
ing the sfiallows above they dash through the
water, where again on the gravelly shore they
own the line, and run best pace up-strearri
amongst the sand and stones.
We follow along the banks, our best foot
foremost, and catch up with them just as they
cluster beneath the roots of a giant willow-
tree which overhangs the banks of a pool
some distance higher up. Here they bay con-
tinually, making the rocks re-echo to the
sound : sure sign that our quarry is in the
"holt" beneath the tree. The master comes
up and the whipper-in. with the assistance of
one of the members of the field, takes the
almost unmanageable pack some distance from
the tree, to give our otter a fair chance, if we
can bolt him.
The water below the tangle of willow roots
is waist deep, so the master picks up little
Vixen, the terrier, and wades across with the
dog under his arm. The game little dog knows
her business, for no sooner is she placed
among the roots than she disappears from
view and the master moves a few yards up-
stream to await events. For some seconds all
is silence ; then a muffled barking from some-
where beneath the bank testifies that the fight
is on and our otter is surely at home.
In the meantime some of the field are lined
up across the shallows below the pool and the
upper reaches of the water, where there are
some more long, deep pools are left un-
guarded ; for if we can get our quarry up-
stream we are nearly sure of a good hunt.
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Another burst of muffled barking sounds
from somewhere underground; then suddenly
8 dark form slips from out the roots, and,
with a long, quick dive, which hardly makes
a ripple, disappears beneath the dark waters of
the pool, just as the terrier, looking wet and
draggled, makes her appearance.
"Twang! twang! twang!" goes the mas-
tor's horn, and the eager hounds dash pell-
mell for the river, their deep-mouthed baying
sounding beautifully as they swim the otter's
line upon the water. They swim straight down
the pool; the cunning "varmint" has evidently
tried to pass the watchers guarding the lower
shallows, but his attempt is a failure, for their
long poles, splashing the water, effectually
turn him. Coming to the surface his head
just appears; he takes one look, a breath of
air and then sinks like a stone. The music
ceases and the pack swim round the pool to
the tree again, where they once more mark
him.
Again the terrier dislodges him and he takes
the water in full view of the assembled field,
leaving a long train of bubbles in his wake.
The pack opens again as the otter is "gazed"
in making his way up the rapids, and they
dash in pursuit and drive him up the long
reach ahead. Once more willing hands man
the lower end of this pool and the pack keep
hard after their quarry. Again the otter takes
momentary refuge under the bank, but is
driven out and once more takes the water. He
now "vents" oftener and his head appears in
view again and again as he comes up for air.
The pack catch a view and swim fast in pur-
suit, an angry ring in their voices, for they
know full well the end is fast approaching.
The otter tries the lower shallows, but the
watchers turn him and he swings back up-
stream ; his breath is getting short and he
rises almost in the middle of the swimming
pack — diving rapidly, to reappear nearer to the
bank. The terrier, Dreadnaught, sees him and '
springs from the bank, seizes him and dog and
otter disappear from view. The water is
tinged with blood as the terrier reappears,
his cheek gashed and bleeding from the otter's
powerful teeth. One more attempt to gain a
refuge, and the otter dives for nearly the last
time. He can keep down no longer and reap-
pears oftener and oftener, till at last the pack
are almost on him and death is not far off.
He dives — one last despairing dive — only to
rise with the fast closing pack around him,
every hound straining for his blood. Reckless
seizes him, but is shaken off; Dauntless makes
a rush and holds hint for a moment, when
Ravagcr, Sportsman, Nimble and the rest of
the pack close in, hiding our quarry beneath a
seething mass of hounds and foaming water.
A shrill woo-whoop ! rings out, as the
master wades in more than waist deep, seizes
the otter by the tail and turns for the bank,
the houndb surging after him.
The quarry is thrown on the grass and the
end soon comes; for though the otter is a
grim and desperate fighter, his enemies arc
too much for him and he breathes his last —
not, however, without leaving his mark on
several of the pack and more especially the ter-
riers.
The obsequies are soon performed, the mas-
ter giving the "pads," "mask," and "pole" to
those whom he may wish to honor with sou-
venirs of the exciting chase. The dismem-
bered body is thrown to the waiting pack, the
horn sounding the long drawn-out note of the
"kill." Home is the next feature of the pro-
ceedings. The pack are a long distance from
their kennels, and as it is nearly three o'clock
they have done quite enough. We tramp back
with them to the inn, mount our wheels, and,
bidding them adieu, turn up the road hoping
to meet them on the next hunting morning.
Such is a good day's sport with a pack of
otter-hounds, in pursuit of an animal which to-
day in England is the only one not preserved
artificially for purposes of the chase. Unlike
the pursuit of other animals, the chase of the
otter is purely that of an entirely wild crea-
ture, who owes his existence to his own cun-
ning and the fact that the darkness of night
hides him from view in his wanderings.
There is a charm all its own about the sport :
the green woods and rushing water, the clear,
sunny weather, and, to cap all, the glorious
music of the pack, give the hunter a zest for
it above all other sports.
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II I STERN I ll-.l D
Should then- straight droop, with wounded pi Mr,
Because it blooms less fair and
And front the world its graces hi<lc.
The dainty blossom at her feet?
\n.l should the modest warbler's note
Greet us no more from wood 01 lea,
Because sonic tuneful regal throat
Floods heaven with fervid melody?
Ah, who indeed would have it so.
If lightest word might e'en prevail:
That every flower should bloom, a rose,
And each bird sing, a nightingale!
— Alma Martin.
it bin
FORBIDDEN
spacious concert hall,
I SIT
Where music, beauty, fragrance — happy trine —
All work in harmony with sweet design
To hold my senses in a golden thrall.
And yet, I hear no organ — but the call
Of mountain waters, hedged with fern and vine.
I see no stately dames but one, the wine
Of whose sweet lips might cause a saint to fall.
A thought defiant of one stolen day:
A fnemory as rare as the perfume
Of some strange tree in wild, untrolden glade.
The fancy goes — I may not bid it stay — ■
I sigh and wake to find an emptying room.
While on my arm my wife's fair hand is laid.
— Ina Wright Hanson.
THE FULL MOON
LIKE silver bubble, blown by some great god.
The moon floats up above the world's wide rim;
Pauses a moment, — as it were to nod
A brief farewell to darkness and to him.
And then she floods the earth with magic light;
Lays shining path across the waters wide;
Glows amid stars, that quiver at the sight,
And wheel in rapturous circles at her side.
O silver bubble, on your trackless way,
Saving a world from darkness by your light;
Let me con well, ere comes another day,
The lesson of your shining in the night;
And, faring forth tomorrow on Life's way,
That leads — I know not where, or to what end —
Still trusting, let me cast my little ray,
Perchance 'twill light the footsteps of a friend.
— Mary Va ughan .
A South Coast Lyr
SOUTH COAST SHOOTING
By "Stillhunter."
Part X. After Wild Cats.
ROBABLY there is no sport in
all outdoors which equals that
of riding to hounds — surely
there is none which has been
more written about, more praised
by those who have participated
in it and by those who have
watched the chase from afar.
Beside it the stalker, whose
work in the killing of deer or
other wild game is in reality the most arduous
of all the games of the hunting field, pales
into insignificance in the public mind. In
comparison, the man who can bring out of the
air the swiftest flying teal or pigeon is an
amateur, while. he who bestrides some lank
hunter in the long pursuit of Reynard or
Lobo to his form in the dark earth has at-
tained to the highest notch of fame as a
Nimrod.
In the East, particularly in the Southeast,
riding to hounds, which has become an estab-
lished institution, is a society event of the
first water as well. Here in the West it is as
yet a matter of business, of hunting for the
hunt, and not for the society lights one meets
or the pretty girls who attend because it is
good form.
Corduroys and khaki here have not as yet
given place to red coats and ducks, and the
high double cinch saddle is as yet the thing
despite the introduction of the "jockey seat"
in eastern hunts. Where the fox is the gamt
in the blue grass country, the coyote and the
wild cat, with an occasional mountain lion i,
the game here, but the hunting and the hunters
are altogether different.
North of the Tehachapi I am told they have
good hunts for the bob cats which infest the
higher hills; in fact I think I have seen ac-
counts of such hunts in Western Field, but of
them I am not privileged to speak, seldom hav-
ing been north of the line which divides the
faunal zones of the state so accurately. Here
in the South, however, around Los Angeles,
where I am so fortunate as to live, we occa-
sionally have a good chase on the ponies
through the hills, and those who belong to the
one hunt club which is worth while in the
Southwest— the Santa Ana Valley organiza-
tion,— have sport every spring.
There are two species of wild cats in South-
ern California — the big gray lynx and the
little red plateau lynx, both called "wild cats,"
and the larger dubbed "bob cat" to distinguish
it in the vernacular from the more common
small variety.
As a rule I am opposed to hunting any sort
of wild animal with hounds. It admits in itself
an inferiority of the hunter to the hunted, but
— and. here's the rub — there is positively no
other way to follow a wild cat of any species
with any hope of success among the hills of
the Southwest.
I have spent hours trying to stalk a wild
cat with a rifle and never succeeded but once —
and then it was not my fault. I saw the gray
form slip through the underbrush, hunger hav-
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ing driven the cat out to take a chance with
a band of quail — and to net one. Of course I
had no K"n ; indeed, I doubt very much if I
should have used it after the exhibition of
stalking which that lynx put up. But all of
these things are merely incidental t'> the main
issue, which is wild cat hunting.
Unlike the coyotes of the West, the wild
cats are commonly found in the foothills. The
little wolves range over the Hat lands, wher-
ever there are ranches and a possibility of
poultry or rabbits or even ground squirrels,
but the cats love the brushy tangles of the
hills and the rocky ledges with their scat-
tered caves which here and there scar the
foothills.
To get the cats out of these hills, where they
are as well hidden as the proverbial needle in
the haystack, nothing but the sharp nose of a
dog, and a dog who knows the cats he hunts,
will suffice. Provided with such dogs, which
are gradually coming into high demand all
over the southern end of the state as sports-
men realize that this is one of the real games
of the outdoors, the hunter rides out early in
the morning, while the fog and the dew still
lie heavy on the chamisal and sage brush, into
the hills, if possible, where there are no fences
to obstruct the running of his horse or his
dogs.
Then, we, for now I am going to take up
one of th? hunts in which I have been a
participant, release, say, six of ten dogs, hold-
ing the best in leash for the time when the
trailers break into voice. A pup working far
ahead and overrunning the trail, as is usual
with young humans and young dogs, breaks
out; Spot, moving leisurely and just fast
enough to keep out of the way of the horse-
man who is holding his leash, sniffs the air,
gets a tip on a sure thing and lets out a noise
which is neither bark nor bay, but yet a
sort of inquisitive "woof? woof?" sort of
asking for confirmation, as it were.
We let him go and he rushes over to the
young dog, snuffs along the ground, finds it
a false alarm and slips away into the brush on
the side of a steep canon, which, in this case,
happens to be a branch of Santiago Canon,
down in Orange county.
Silently the dogs and the horses and the
men work, each drenched with the wetness
of the early day; half an hour passes; we
have moved, possibly, a mile. And, then,
suddenly, yet with that deep-toned intonatiot/
which denotes confidence, Spot, dimly and far
away, lets go of a bay, following it up with
still deeper and stronger calls.
His voice comes to us muffled and we
suspect that he is down under the wall of the
canon, where he cannot be heard well enough
to tell in which direction he is working.
The young dogs already are well ahead,
but we loose the leash hounds, and led by
them we plunge over the canon rim, down,
down, through brush, over loose boulders,
around scanty patches of cactus, at length
to see Spot's white back vanishing on the
run through the chamisal on the far side of
the gorge.
It seems that the dogs see him, too, for
by the time we have reached the bottom,
having some little respect for our necks, if
not for our horses, the older dogs are in
full cry, while the youngsters are cutting
across the canon half a mile above, to join
the working pack.
Then it is every fellow for himself, and the
Devil take the hindmost ; for while a chase
after a wild cat is not long, it is sometimes
very strenuous. Over the ridge the dogs
go, and after tfrem we trail, not in a compact
body now, for the slip and slide down the
side of the gorge set some so far back that
there is little prospect of their" being in at
the death.
Up the hill we drive our horses ; half a
mile has been traversed, down the far side
of that same hill, and we have covered very
near a full mile. We drop down into the bed
of still a larger canon, where there has once
been a stream, but where now there is but the
faintest trickle of water. Instead of crossing
this creek bed, the cat took straight up it. By
this time he must have heard the dogs, and
have known that behind them were men, for
we made no pretense at concealing any noise
we cared to make.
A quarter of a mile further we came to a
fallen sycamore which lays well across the
canon. Its top rests on a ledge in a grey
conglomerate cliff which rises at least fifty
feet from the bed of the stream ; its roots
completely upturned to the air. Here the
hounds lose the trail ; twice they circle the
butt of the fallen tree, twice they swing the
upper loop of a figure eight in the bed of
the gorge above the tree, but to no avail.
To the pack the sprawling roots of the tree
present such a tangled face that they can not
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scale it, though they try manfully, and we
lift the smallest of them up so that she can
get a foothold on the slippery trunk.
Failing in this, though why we had not
thought of it before seems almost a mystery,
we glanced along the cliff. There, crouched
on a ledge some two or three feet above the
highest limb of the tree lies the cat, a little
red lynx, so small he seems hardly worth so
long a chase.
The dogs are useless now ; they have done
their work and brought us to the cat; now
it is up to the men on the horses to kill it,
or to bring it down to where the dogs can
finish the task they had set out upon. The
little .25-20 carbine, without which the man
who happens to head this particular hunt
seldom goes out either on horseback or afoot,
cracks and the cat falls, quite dead ere he
reaches the ground, among the dogs. For a
moment they worry it, then go on, down to
the little stream where they wallow and roll ;
but they drink very little despite the fact that
they are very thirsty from so long a run after
a wild cat. Coyote chases are more gruelling,
and there are few fox-hounds who can stand
the game. Most of them drop out in the first
three miles, so stiff is the gait the little wolf
is wont to set for them.
But this is one of the longest, if not quite
the longest run after a wild cat in which I
have ever participated, and the little lynx
which made it must have been in prime condi-
tion, else he never could have covered that
mile and a half or two miles which he did
before becoming so short winded that he
had to take to a tree and then to the cliff.
In this chase, though, it should be remembered
that there are no trees handy which the cat
could climb. The country is practically bare
except for boulders and ledges, most of the
former low, and most of the latter in such
shape that the dogs can walk up to them or
at best drop down from the top.
A wild cat which has been chased once or
twice becomes very wise in the ways of hounds
and knows to an inch of how high a dog can
jump or how far up he can climb to reach
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a limb or a shelf on some cliff. Frequently a
cat will pass by a tree which looks good to
the human hunter following him, but which,
when measured, shows that there was a fatal
defect somewhere which would have let the
dogs or the men too close to the hunted.
There is, however, one factor which the
lynx never takes into consideration, and that
is the carrying power of a rifle ball. The
coyote and the fox know this to a fraction of
a foot, and can keep just out of range, but
the wild cat, if he knew as much as either the
wolf or the fox, would keep on running, in-
stead of climbing some convenient tree to be
made the target for the hunter's bullets.
I have no doubt that a wild cat — and some
mountain lions, though the lion is not so
good a distance runner as the lynx — could
distance a dog in an ordinary run if they
would but stay with the ground, though I
have never seen one try it. Hounds occasion-
ally run down coyotes, but they do not get
one in ten of those they chase, and the wild
cat is a better trickster than is the coyote,
though not so good as the fox.
The average dweller in the Southwest has
no idea of the number of wild cats which are
to be found even in settled parts of California.
While hunting the nest and eggs of a certain
warbler in the swamps of Orange county for
an eastern museum a few years ago, I saw in
one day three of the little red cats, getting
of course only Heeling glimpses of then]
.•inning the willows, where they are imt usually
supposed I" be plentiful and where they
frequent only such willow grown lands ai
border the dairy and beet ranches.
Every one of these cats saw me first, as is
their business to do, and all I saw of each one
was such a section of red flank as could be
framed between two of the close grown
willows. These lowland cats seem to be
slightly redder and darker than those of the
same species which are found in the Hills,
presumably for the same reason that the low-
lands have produced the so-called "black
rattlesnake" and the hills the "diamond-back".
Song sparrows of the Coastwise marshes
also are darker than those which frequent
the occasional pools and swamps in the hills ;
those ' which I have seen at Elizabeth Lake
and similar places being noticeably lighter than
those around Wilmington, San Pedro and
Alamitos, though all are, I believe, supposed
to be of the same species.
At Saratoga Springs, Coyote Holes, Owl
Holes, and other desert watering places, where
there are always song sparrows, the birds are
lighter colored even than those at Elizabeth
Lake. There evidently is a wide field for the
study, not so much of protective coloration as
of adaptive feather growth, between the
desert and the coastal region in the bird world.
There is not less a similar field among the
mammals, and one which is even less well
known.
Smith Mountain, in San Diego county,
which locality I believe I have mentioned
before in these chronicles, is one of the best
places to hunt wild cats in California, as it
is the home of many a lank mountain lion.
But the low brush-covered foothills of Orange,
Riverside, Los Angeles and Ventura counties
also are good grounds for the chase of the
lynxes, both gray and red, so that the man
who likes riding to hounds has no need to
miss his favorite sport out here in the West,
only it will be more strenuous, longer drawn
out and infinitely more exciting when he
really does hit the trail of a stayer among the
wild cat tribe. These cats however, are a
good deal like humans ; some of them are
bound to stick to whatever they start through
thick or thin, and others are quitters from
the start, so that it depends not alone on the
hunter but on the hunted as well for the
amount of sport one gets out of the game.
A CRUISE TO DRAKE'S BAY
By Charles Royce Barney.
T WAS a cold gray morning
with a light southeasterly wind
blowing, as we took a line
aboard from the launch off the
Club House at Sausalito and
towed out to Point Bonita to
get all the advantage of the ebb
tide, which turned at 7 :30. Point
Reyes lay west by north about
thirty statute miles from Mile
Rock Light, and we accordingly headed that
way as the line was cast off and the sails
filled, over a dull-colored, tumbling cross sea,
kicked up by a light southeasterly wind.
There were four of us, two business and two
professional men in civil life, all members of
the San Francisco Yacht Club, and we had
grasped eagerly at the opportunity offered by
Saturday and two holidays coming in succes-
sion, to make this long projected trip and get
close to nature for a little while, forgetting
the cares and anxieties of a work-day life.
As the day advanced the wind freshened
some and the fog thickened almost to rain.
The coast line was dimly discernible to the
north and we could make out the blue-green
slopes of Tamalpais. Had we not known that
it was the 31st of August we could easily
have believed it. to be mid-winter, as all
weather indications gave promise of a storm.
We were pretty well fixed for anything that
should come, however, and we knew that once
under the shelter of the Hook at Point Reyes
we could ride out anything that might blow
up ; so we raced along with the rising wind,
up and down the green slopes, the old boat
spearing an occasional comber with her bow-
sprit as she settled into the hollows and pre-
pared herself for another rise. She was the
"Jester", of the San Francisco Yacht Club
fleet, a yawl rig keel boat — a very able rig
for outside cruising — and we appreciated the
steady pace that she maintained o.ver the
watery stretches. As we ran outside the in-
fluence of the tide and hit the black water
which always serves to remind you that you
are really at sea, we ran into a school of
whales cruising with mouths open and break-
fasting leisurely on swarms of small fish
through which they swam. Occasionally there
would come an oily burst of spray accom-
panied by a prodigious snore and an insuf-
ferable odor, as one would break water, ex-
posing his huge bulk only to disappear again
with a flirt of his broad tail. They were
accompanied in their progress by flocks of
chattering gulls and _ other sea birds, who
quarreled with one another for a chance to
snatch some fishy morsel which had escaped
the whales, one of whom rose within a
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hundred Feel of the boat, showing his barnacle
incrusted sides and making our eyes bulge;
hut the) seemed g 1 natured, and, a> the
Feeding was no doubt good, did not molest
us.
Almost before we knew it we had slipped
past the moaning, whistling buoy that marks
Duxbur) Reef, then Bolinas Point, with the
low flat mesa stretching inland, marked with
an occasional dairy ranch house, and had
raised the 1 >« >1< 1 outlines of Pt. Reyes merging
off into the chalk) cliffs which reminded Sir
Francis Drake of his home in Old Albion
when he first sailed into this hay in 1579.
With the wind and sea rising, and the yawl
swinging vigorously from one crest to another,
we hire along, with our desired haven only a
few miles off, and presently slid from the
tumultuous sea around a little head land and
dropped anchor in a sheltered cove of Drake's
Bay, as smooth as a mountain lake, the water
fully as clear. We made the run from Mile
Rock, about 30 miles, in four hours and a
half; good time considering conditions. A
small baud of sea lions heralded our approach
with deep guttural barkings, and swam towards
US with outstretched necks, examining us in-
quisitively with their big brown eyes. There
is hardly anything more inquisitive than a sea
lion, and he will jeopardize his own safety to
the limit to satisfy his curiosity. As they feed
exclusively on fish and are consequently much
hated by the fishermen, they often fall a victim
to their temerity, notwithstanding that the law
forbids killing them.
After making everything snug, and putting
out our heavy anchor, we exchanged our
rubber soled yachting shoes for heavy tramp-
ing boots and hit the trail for the Pt. Reyes
Light House, about three miles from our
anchorage. Pt. Reyes light is one of the most,
if not the most, important light on the Coast,
and is rated by the Department as a light of
the First Class. Established in 1870, it is
located — to state it accurately — in latitude 37°
59' 39" North, longitude 123° 01' 24" West.
That is the way the Government puts it in its
instructions for the guidance of navigators.
To the casual visitor the most striking feature
is the height of the headland and the bold
and rugged appearance of the cliffs. Any ship
that touches on the stern forbidding coast in
rough weather is almost certainly doomed to
destruction and her crew to almost certain
death, as, except for some half mile to the
north, where a long, sandy beach begins, the
lurks are so high and precipitous as to afford
no fool hold "i- shelter of any kind, and the
prevailing wind is generally towards shore,
Kvcn should they lie able to reach the beach
beyond, the surf there is so heavy and the
undei tow so strong, that the chances would
be very much against them. Consequently the
Government has erected an unusually line
light house, ecptipped with a splendid light
which is one of the best in the world. The
height of the light house proper is 294 feet
above high water mark. The equipment con-
sists- of a splendid lens made up of a series
of prisms, and cylindrical in form, surround-
ing the lamp inside. The lens is rotated by a
mechanical clock-work device, at a speed which
at any given point causes a flash of white
light of five seconds duration. Seen from the
outside on a dark night, it reminds one of
nothing more than the spokes of a gigantic
wheel piercing the darkness for miles. The
lens was purchased in Paris, the work of
French manufacturers, and won the first prize
in the Exposition of 1868. Its approximate
cost was $18,000, and the light thrown through
it is visible for twenty-four nautical miles.
It has been stated that if the cloth with which
it is covered during the daytime were left off,
the heat gathered and focused on the lamp
inside would be sufficient to melt it in less than
half an hour. It is in turn protected by the
plate-glass windows of the tower proper. This
lamp reminds one of an immense student lamp
equipped with seven circular wicks. It burns
a very high grade of kerosene oil manufactured
for this purpose exclusively, which is forced
in under pressure regulated by a float feed. So
large are lens and lamp that five men can
easily stand inside the lens and around the
lamp upon the circular platform about it. Some
fifteen feet below, at the base of the tower, the
mechanism which rotates the lens is situated,
and in this little chamber the keeper and his
assistants maintain a tireless watch of three
hour shifts on the light ; for it must not be
allowed to play any tricks on the sailor, and
every evening its mechanism is regulated by
stop watch to see that the exact interval of
flash is maintained.
Some hundred feet lower than the light is
located a fog signal, which toots its warning
from its twelve inch throat in five second
blasts with intervals of seventy seconds silence.
Like the light, it is operated automatically, and
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1 — Tennessee Beach
J— Point Bonita Light
3— S. F. Yacht Club Ho
4 — Lime Point
7 — Giolis Beach
Sausalito 5 — Port Baker
6— "Jester", oft Bolii
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attended b) the keeper and assistants, in shifts.
High above, on the cresl of the point, con
nected with a flight of 72X steps, ace the cosy
little dwellings which house the keepers and
their families, all painted white, and with thai
peculiar cleanliness of air about them which
characterizes the homes of Uncle Sam's official
children wherever they are found. White
board bulk-heads protect them from drifting
sand, and a wide cemented watershed area
catches the rain water and delivers it into cis-
terns for domestic use and for the generation
of steam for the signal.
Wind is something that Pt. Reyes abounds
in, Whatever may be the weather reports from
other parts of the Coast, Pt. Reyes may be
relied upon to register during a majority of
the three hundred and sixty-five days of the
year a good high velocity of wind. The anemo-
meter has turned fast enough there to show a
rate of 130 miles an hour, and has often been
carried away completely by the dizzy speed at
which it was compelled to record the air
currents. Telephonic communication is main-
tained with the Farallone Islands by cable 'at
that point, and observations wired to San
Francisco. The weather observer is kept busy
reporting weather conditions and prospects,
so that the sailor, farmer and merchant may
know what kind of weather to expect and
prepare for.
It was late that night when we stumbled
down the trail on the return trip to the beach
where our dingey lay, and rowed out and
turned in on the old Jester, who lay like a
monster sea-bird chained by the beak and
rocking easily on the light swells of the bay.
Sunday, September 2nd, broke bright and
clear, and after breakfasting heartily and stow-
ing everything, we heaved up our hook and
set sail for Drake's Estero, or Limanture Bay,
as it is commonly called, which is an inner
lagoon of Drake's Bay proper. The pure green
water rippled before our bows as the boat felt
the influence of the still southeasterly breeze,
and we were shortly off the entrance, finding
to our disappointment, however, that the bar
was breaking clear across, and as we did not
possess sufficient local knowledge to follow the
channel, and the chart did not tell us, we con-
cluded that the small boat would furnish the
best method of exploration. We accordingly
divested ourselves of all superfluous clothing,
took what we wanted to eat and our rifles
and cameras, and with Dr. B at the oars
and Dr. C as coxswain, drove through the
breakers al H" psychological moment and
I'll hid in through the shallow water, all
hands overboard, pulling the dingey by the
gunwale before the next comber came in.
After a short lunch we trailed up the shores
of Limanture Bay as far as we had time to go,
and furnished an object of interest to the
kind-faced cows that looked at us in mild
surprise as they stood chewing their cuds iri
the marshy flats which adjoin the bay. Pt.
Reyes, which is bounded by Drake's Bay on
the south, Tomales Bay on the north, and the
Pacific Ocean on the west, and is cut by
various lagoons, of which Limanture is the
largest, is a rich dairy country, considered the
richest in the world for dairying purposes, and
in the old days from 1860 to 1880 was the
field where many an active dairyman made a
fortune and retired. Those remaining still
live as of old the same easy going life, the
hired men doing the work wdiile the proprietor
supervises and keeps the accounts. The
ranchers are hospitable in the extreme, and
as there are no hotels on the Point, the
traveler may put up at any ranch that he sees
fit, enjoying hospitality, for which no charge
is ever made; this is the custom of the
country. Many a pleasurable recollection I
have of evenings spent as the guest of these
kindly people, who are for the most part well
educated in a practical sense, and broad-
minded.
The entire stretch of land composing the
Point proper comprises about 45,000 acres
of land, owned practically by two people in
two large separate holdings, divided into about
25 ranches, which are leased to the tenants
just mentioned. It is a lordly estate indeed,
and looks the part to any one who has
traveled over it.
As we turned our faces again toward the
ocean, the smoke of a distant steamer met
our gaze, stretching in a straight line toward
the east and proclaiming that we had a fair
wind for the return trip. As our time for this
excursion was limited, we hurried back to the
beach, loaded our small boat, and running the
surf without any mishap were soon under way;
time about three p. m. With B at the
wheel and a freshening westerly wind follow-
ing, we slid quickly down by the chalky cliffs
some two miles off shore, past the mouth of
Bear Valley and the landmarks which fringed
the lakes in the beautiful game preserve of the
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1 — Ingersoll's Crab Boat
2— The Hook, Pt. Reyes
3— Washing Down
4 — Mile Rock Light
7 — Bolinas Bathing Beach
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Country Club, raised Double Point, its face
clefl .1- with a gigantic ax, and slid oul and
around the crashing surf on Duxburj Reef,
dropping anchor for the night just at dusk off
the bath houses and entrance to I'.nliiia-
I agoon. The swell of the Pacific rocked four
tired but happy men to sleep to the music of
the booming surf, until morning stole through
the cabin « indows.
After morning chores, we again rode the
surf in the small boat, much to the interest
of the bathers on the beach who emitted
several feminine shrieks at our supposed
danger. Forenoon passed with a stroll around
the town of Bolinas, sleepy, cosy and delight-
ful, as it has been for years, with its goodly
quota of octogenarian inhabitants who never
seem to get more than just so old; a town of
healthy children and grown ups, so free from
physical ills that the doctor of the place has
to do something else besides the practice of
his profession to make life a financial success.
This he does with good natured understand-
ing, for he is a native born himself
It is only a matter of time when the steam
engine will be snorting into this quiet little
burgh, or the hum of the trolley betoken a
new era for the place, but while it will doubt-
less bring prosperity to many, and must be
accepted as the inevitable march of progress,
the old sojourner within its precints will often
think regretfully of the peace and pleasure
that was his in days gone by when, after a
rough stage ride over the mountains, he
stretched his weary stiffened limbs in this
soothing, restful atmosphere of sea, sea sur-
roundings and all that belong to it, and was
lulled to the "sleep of the just" by the gurg-
ling tide in the old rookery of a hotel, which
tottered Over tin lagoon until the April 18th
earthquake, with a kindly push sent it to slum-
ber in tin' mud, like an old used up ship, for
a well deserved rest after the many years of
faithful service; of the smelt fishing under
the guidance of "Chicken Charlie" of "Joe
Wilson", on the silvery waters of the lagoon
or along the Reef, while they told him of
their past experiences of the early sixties.
I 1h day that brings modern progress to that
ideal retreat by the sea will banish the pos-
sibilities of those old delights forever.
1 1 was noon when we again found ourselves
on the beach by the yawl boat, and with a
good, concerted heave ran her through the
froth and shot her out between the breaking
points of on coming swells, and at twelve-
thirty we were under way, with the wind aft,
and taking lunch in the cockpit, after which
we dangled our feet over the sides of the boat
and snapped the different landmarks as they
slipped by.
All good things seem to end only too quickly,
and before we knew it we had reviewed Dipsea,
Willow Camp, Steep Ravine, Big Lagoon and
Tennessee Beach, as they passed by in quick
succession, and the batteries on the north side
of the Golden Gate frowned down upon us
while we ran up with the tide and picked
up our moorings off the Club House at
Sausalito as the jib came rattling down. We
had all spent three of the best days we had
ever experienced, getting right close to nature,
and felt tuned up again for the battle of
life. I would advise any one else who lives
in a city, and whose work and himself seem
to have had a falling out, to do likewise and
note the result.
NOVEMBER
G
RAY are the skies; the rivers, too, are gray;
A ghostly silence seems to hold the land;
rief spell autumn tarries on her way,
len leaves the world to winter's cheerless hand.
— Percy M. Cu siting.
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The Spotted Sting Ray (Seen from direct front view, and greatly reduced).
THE SPOTTED STING RAY
By Dr. R. W. Shufeldt
MONG my collection of photo-
graphs of fishes I find one of
this ray which has not hereto-
fore been published, and as the
species is not abundant on our
coasts, and the drawings of it
that have appeared are more or
less faulty, it has occurred to
me that the reproduction of a
photograph of an unusually fine
specimen of it might not be altogether devoid
of interest to ichthyologists and others. Such
a reproduction illustrates the present brief
paper.
Jordan and Evermann describe the Spotted
Sting Ray (Actobatus narinari, (Euphrasen) ),
as follows :" "Disk twice as broad as long, its
anterior borders a little convex, posterior con-
cave, outer angles pointed. Cephalic fin about
one-third broader than long. Teeth of the
lower jaw straight or more or less angularly
bent. Tail three or four times length of disk.
Brown, with small round pale spots. (Du-
meril.) Tropical seas, north on the Atlantic
coast to Virginia ; not very common on our
shores. {Narinari, a Brazilian name.)"
This species has all the general characters of
the genus A'etobatus of Blainville. There is
another species found on the Pacific Coast {A.
laticeps), that Dr. Jordan believes may not
be different. It was described by Gill (Ann.
Lye. Nat. Hist., N. Y. 1865, 137), nad various
other authors have furnished descriptions (,i.
narinari.)
The individual here figured was caught in
a seine by a fisherman off the Chandeleur
Islands in the Gulf of Mexico. In the photo-
graph shown in Figure 1 the tail was lacking,
and I restored it, being guided by the tail in
Figure 2, and other data in my possession of a
reliable character.
The photographs were sent to me on June
12, 1901, by Mr. Richard Hines, Jr., the then
City Editor of the Mobile Register, Mobile,
Alabama, and in the letter which accompanied
them he said in part :
"I have read with so much interest your many
articles in the Photographic Times and elsewhere
about your photographic experience with birds, ani-
mals and fishes that I feel that I almost know
you personally.
"My interest in anrateur photography and natural
history — for I am an amateur in both — must be my
excuse for taking the liberty of addressing you
this letter; but as one touch of nature makes the
whole world kin, so one touch of common interest
makes many of us feel like we are kin.
"I am sending you a couple of photographs (I
wish they were as good as yours) which I took
yesterday of a large fish evidently of the ray species.
I have not many standard works on natural history,
but the one I have led me to believe this fish is
what is known to naturalists as a whip ray.
"The fish weighed sixty-five pounds, and measured
4 feet 8 inches wide, and 2 feet 4 inches long.
His long slender tail was within a few inches of
JM
WESTERN FILLD
The Spotted Sting Ray (Seen from above and greatly reduced).
being six feet, and the base of the tail vas armed
with a couple of short spines about three or four
inches long, like the spine of the sting ray, though
shorter and not so formidable. The fish is a greyish
white underneath and a muddy tan with bluish
white spots on top.
"I promised the fish man, who was kind enough
to pose him for me in the best place we could
find, that I would try to get the fish identified. It
was caught in a seine off the Chandeleur Islands
in the Gulf of Mexico.
Hoping that the photographs will interest you,
I am very sincerely yours."
Upon comparing Figure 1 of the present
article with the reproduction of the drawing
of the Spotted Sting Ray in Jordan and Ever-
mann's work, "Fishes of Northern and Mid-
dle America" (Pt. IV., PI. XV., Fig. 37), it
will be observed that considerable difference
exists in the outline of the two. In the latter
the outer angles of the pectorals are far more
acute ; the distal margins of the ventrals are
rounded, instead of being nearly square across
as in Figure 1 above ; and, finally, the spots
more numerous.
The figures here presented give a correct
idea of the form of this very remarkable and
handsome representative of the Rajidcr.
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PRIMAL LOVE
TIIK Mammoth and the Mastodon
Roamed o'er this field so green,
Just where we now are standii
Back in the Miocene.
The three-clawed Dinosauria splashed
And waded in the slime,
While Petrodoctyls flapped their wings
In that dear primal time.
Perhaps you don't remember, Lil,
That you and I were there;
True Science tells us that 'tis so.
And that we'd coats of hair.
Mayhap we climbed among the trees
And fraternized with apes.
Or traced our trail with caudal mail
In mudflats on the Capes.
We may have lived in caverns deep.
And slept on forest leaves,
And killed the great cave bear with sloi
And Ictitherion thieves.
Perchance I found you in the Fen,
And drew you to my side;
While big-tusked Dinotherium roared
I made you my cave bride.
Oh!
Lil,
u think of me,
As in that long ago,
When my strong arm protected you
Against the forest foe?
And will you come to my big cave
That stands upon the hill?
It cost a million dollars flat,
And only you can fill.
I have the same red blood in me
As when I swung stone ax
On hard-shelled crabs or saurian heads,
And made Deluvian tracks.
I'm just the same old five-toed beast
That tro'd the Permian slime;
And you are my Iguanodon,
And I'm your Hippo every time.
—Walter Scott Haskell.
MILKSOP'S FABLES
"A
THING so white dolh surely mo
And show itself but to provok
So said the Crows, and held
Of which the cause was just a ci
The Bull-frog at some length explains
The reason why he's always croaking :
Although he stays in when it rains,
He's always sure to get a soaking.
Said Bunny, "All's not what it seems
As you may learn from Uncle Remus
Although we're Welsh and bring bad drea
Our left hind foot surely '11 redeem us."
Perhaps to people orthodox
To see a Stork bare-legged is shocking,
But when upon your roof he stalks,
They need below each extra stocking.
A midnight raider, like Ku Klux,
The shy Fox waits for his cue — clucking—
But though he's very fond of ducks.
He never kindly takes a ducking.
The Turkeys gobble, saucy, perky,
Before Thanksgiving thins their posse,
But on that day we gobble turkey,
And no one but the cranberry 's saucy.
— Charles E. Jenney.
I'.\ ] \\ 1 1 i. \i;i> Schultz
Author of "My Life as an Indian.'
IGHT came and with it a driz-
zling rain. It was very (lark; I
was thinly clothed and our trad-
ing post was still a number of
miles distant. No wonder then
that my heart was cheered by
the sight of a good-sized Indian
camp not far ahead, the lodges
all aglow from the comfortable
little fires within them. My
tired horse turned toward the camp of his own
accord, nickering, and hastening his steps.
The camp horses answered his call. Door
flaps were hastily thrust aside and men came
forth, guns in hand to see who might be ap-
proaching, for those were troublous times : the
country was overrun with, parties of Sioux,
Crows, Cheyennes, Crees, Assinnaboines, all at
war with one another and with my friends,
the Blackfeet, whose camp I entered.
"It is I, Spotted Robe," I exclaimed, and
from all sides friendly voices cried : "Wel-
come ! Spotted Robe."
I dismounted in front of old Eagle Head's
lodge, and he bade me enter, gave me the seat
of honor on his left; some of his women hop-
pled my horse and brought in my saddle,
bridle and blankets, while others set before
me a bowl of hot soup, another of boiled buf-
falo boss ribs. My host leisurely cut and
mixed some tobacco and I'hcrb, and loading a
great long-stemmed black stone pipe, laid it
ready to light as soon as I should finish eating.
One by one men came in from the other lodges
and were made welcome. I lit the big pipe,
drew a few fragrant whiffs from it, and passed
it on ; and while it went forth and back around
the circle, and was replenished from time to
time, we talked of various things : of the game,
of war parties gone out or returned, and of
plans for the coming winter.
At last Eagle Head ostentatiously knocked
the ashes from the pipe bowl and exclaimed,
" Kyi-it-sin' -i-ka!" (It is finished) whereupon
the visitors arose and filed out to their several
homes. Tired and sleepy^ I laid down on the
soft robe couch, drew a blanket over me and
was soon in dreamland.
After an hour or so I was awakened by the
shrill neighing of a horse near by. The fire
had been covered up and all was dark within.
The people on the other couches were peace-
fully sleeping. A light rain still pattered on
the lodge skin. The horse — my horse, I knew
— did not nicker again and in a few moments
I again fell asleep. Some time later I was
re-awakened by the snapping and cracking of
dry willow wood. Old Eagle Head had arisen,
raked out the live coals buried in- the ashes,
and built a little fire.
He was muttering a prayer : "Oh, Sun," I
heard, "Oh, you above people ! pity me, give me
power to perform my dream's command." He
seemed to be highly excited, building up the
little fire with trembling hands, then sitting
back on his couch and nervously fumbling
about for his tobacco, pipe, and cutting board,
never ceasing to pray, however. "Hai'-yul
Hai'-yu!" he entreated: "I am old; so old!
You gods above, and you inhabiting the dark,
deep waters, give me strength, make my heart
strong to do this thing!"
"What is it, friend?" I asked, raising up on
one elbow and facing him, "What has dis-
turbed you?"
"Listen. This is it," he exclaimed. "My
dream has commanded me to kill a bear, a real
bear," — meaning a grizzly.
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"That is a hard task," I said, sympathetically,
"a very hard task for a man of your age and
infirmity. Of course you will not attempt it."
''I must !" he cried. "I must ! No one may
evade doing what his dream commands him to
do, else ill luck, the death of some relative —
perhaps his own death, soon comes as a pun-
ishment for his neglect."
He began praying again as he lit his pipe
and blew the smoke ceremonially toward the
heavens and the earth, "Our Mother", as the
latter is called. I kept silent and waited for
him to speak to me again, and ere I realized it
for a third time fell asleep. When I next
awoke the sun was an hour or more high. My
breakfast ready cooked was awaiting me. Old
Eagle Head was bending over a gun in his
lap, a cap lock, smooth bore of ancient make,
furbishing it with a wad of greased buffalo
hair.
"Do you really intend to hunt a grizzly?" I
asked, "and with that gun?"
"Of course I do," he replied, surprised, ap-
parently that I should ask such a question.
"Didn't I tell you that one must always, no
matter how hard the task, obey his dream?
And isn't this gun good enough? You have
no idea what a fine, strong shooter it is ! I've
had it these thirty winters and more. The
game that I have killed with it ! Yes, and ene-
mies, too ! — four Crees, an Assinnaboine, three
Sioux and two Crows have fallen from the
bullets of this good weapon. Bears, also — both
black and real ones ; and buffalo, elk, moose, all
the cloven-footed runners ; oh, how many hun-
dreds, I wonder!"
"Friend," I said, realizing that the old man
was not to be talked out of his purpose, "yes-
terday evening, only a short distance above
here, I saw the tracks of a very large real bear
in the trail. Perhaps he has killed something
near there, or is lying by a carcass he has
found. Anyhow, you might go up there and
look for him," and I described the place
minutely.
"I will go there," he exclaimed when I had
done. "As well that way as any other. If he
is a real big one, and I kill him, then all the
better ; the greater will be my medicine."
I went out, saddled my horse and went home
to our trading post situated at the junction of
the Musselshell and Missouri rivers, some two
hundred miles by the channel below Fort Ben-
ton. I was returning from a visit to another
trading post of ours away up the Musselshell,
at the mouth of Flat Willow creek, when over-
taken by the night and the rain. Several weeks
afterward Eagle Head and his band moved
down and pitched their lodges near by us. In
the evening the old man came to visit me. I
produced pipe, tobacco and I'herb and we
smoked together ; but I asked no questions,
knowing full well that in his own good time he
would tell me the result of his bear hunt.
"You remember the night my dream com-
manded me to kill a real bear," he began, "to
kill one and take a strip of its hide for a wrap-
ping of my sacred pipe! Yes, and you told me
where to go to find one. After you rode away
I was soon ready to start, but not a man in all
the camp would accompany me. You know
how we regard the bear: he is our kin in a
way, an animal partly human, and not to be
killed except in self defense or at the com-
mand of the gods for sacred purposes. None
of the hunters had received any such command,
so I was obliged to go alone.
"I had not travelled far when I heard steps
behind me, and turning, there was Kak-sim'-i,
my youngest wife. 'Where go you ?' I asked.
" 'With you, of course,' she replied. 'If the
men of this camp are cowards, I, just a weak
woman, am not. I am going with you even if
I have nothing but the dull knife for a weapon.'
"I kissed her. 'You were always my brave
little woman,' I told her. 'Come, then; you
give me fresh courage; you lighten my heart
by your company.'
"I went on, she following, and in a little
while found the tracks you had seen. The rain
had washed them out in places, but the trail
could still be followed. It led to the river and
when I had traced it to the shore, there, for
the first time I realized how large an animal I
was following. Deep sunk in the mud were
the plain outlines and impression of its feet and
I measured them. Those of its hind feet were
three and a half hands long!" (about four-
teen inches) "of its front feet a little more
than two hands wide! The length of its fore
claws more than a hand !"
" 'Oh ! turn back,' Kak-sim-i' cried when she
saw them. 'Never before was such a bear as
this; it must be as large as a buffalo bull. It
is useless to try to kill it; let us go home, or
seek a smaller one of its kind.'
" 'No,' I told her, 'we cannot go back. This
is a part of it all that was planned by my
dream. No doubt it was intended that I
should trail this very bear — to what end I know
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JK-r YHPTTSo
"The great bear * * * pawed her over on her side."
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not — but trail it I must until I find it or lose
its tracks completely.'
" 'Go on, then,' said she, 'I follow you.'
"The bear had gone through the mud, then
across a wide sand bar and into the water.
We pulled off our clothing and holding it
above our heads forded the stream. Sure
enough, on the other side we picked up the
trail on a sand bar. Not only that, but here
were fresh tracks of the bear, many tracks,
where it had come time and again to water.
Bordering the river here was a grove of cot-
tonwoods and willows, with thick, high clumps
of rosebrush in between. In this grove I was
sure the bear was staying, and my heart sank.
It is one thing to see and approach such a
terrible, strong, savage animal in the open ;
another thing to seek him in a tangle of wil-
lows and brush. Kak-sim-i' realized that, too,
and again she begged me to turn back. She
even cried, and clasping her arms about my
neck besought me as a woman will — you know
how it is for you are a married man — for her
sake to turn back. But I could not do that:
something kept urging me on. 'Stay here,' I
told her, 'and await my return. I must go in
there and seek him.'
"But I — I must tell you all ; I was afraid ; so
scared that my heart seemed to beat away up
in my throat and my body was chilled. I took
the cap from the nipple of my gun and replaced
it with a fresh one, first pricking a little fine
powder down into the hole in the tube. Then
I cocked the gun and, crossing the bar, climbed
the steep bank and entered the grove. Did she
remain there on the sands weeping, awaiting
the outcome of my venture? No; she followed
me, brave, strong-hearted woman that she is,
and I did not motion her to stop, I was proud
of her.
"It was easy enough to follow the trail of
the bear, as he had tramped the brush down
flat going to and from the water, making a
plain, wide beaten path. I sneaked along it
step by step, as quietly, as cautiously as does a
coyote aproaching a sleeping rabbit. The wind
was in my face and after a time I caught the
odor of decaying meat. A few more steps and
then, not far ahead, I saw the partly eaten car-
cass of a buffalo cow. I went on more care-
fully than ever now, stopping at every step
to look and listen. I prayed. Oh ! how I
prayed, prayed to all the gods, to my dream,
for strength, for courage, for success. I
prayed to my dream : 'You commanded to do
this,' I said, 'now help me in this great trial of
my old years.'
"I turned and beckoned to Kak-sim-i', who
was some steps behind. She came stealing up
to me, her face grey, her eyes wide with fear.
'My woman,' I whispered, 'my true, brave
sweetheart, stand you here against this tree and
on no account, no matter what you see, make
any move or outcry. See, there is his kill and
the bear lies close by. I will go on alone and
find him. 'I take your words, my chief,' she
whispered back. 'Go. I will pray for you.'
"And so I left her and moved on still more
silently and cautiously, if that were possible.
At last I saw him : he was lying in a dark,
shady place, his head resting on his paws, fast
asleep. I made a couple of steps more and
got behind a good-sized tree. He was broad-
side to me. I aimed at the base of his head,
where it joins the neck; then, thinking it too
small a mark, I sighted at his chest just back
of the shoulder and low down, and fired.
Through the powder smoke I saw, dimly, the
huge animal spring high in the air. roaring so
terribly that I fairly shook with terror. When
he struck the ground he fell over, clawing
madly, biting madly at the hole in his side. And
then he sprang to his feet and ran, whither he
knew not, but in search of this thing that had
so grievously wounded him, of course, and
running, bawling, he went straight toward my
woman. He was a fearful sight, his long top
hair bristling forward like that of an angry
dog, his great white teeth glistening and klick-
ing, blood streaming from his mouth, his little
eyes flashing green-red fire. The sight of him
was more than Kak-sim-i' could bear ; she for-
got my caution to her to stand perfectly still —
and shrieking, turned and ran. The bear, see-
ing her, charged and ran after her with tre-
mendous bounding leaps. I was reloading my
gun as rapidly as possible, but I knew that I
could never have it ready before she was over-
taken, and cold sweat streamed from my body.
I tried to pray, but all I could say was 'Oh !
sun — Oh ! sun — Oh ! sun — ' He heard me,
though, he heard — he heard ! Kak-sim-i'
stumbled over a fallen tree limb, fell flat to
the ground and lay like one dead; she had
fainted. The great bear came up to her and
seemed not to understand; he smelled of her,
pawed her over on her side ; smelled of her
again, his blood dripping down on her face
and bosom. I had now reloaded. There was
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a terrible pain in my heart. I could not
breathe, my sight became dim, or as if I were
trying to Bee through a thick fog. With great
effort I managed to raise the gun, sight at the
base of the great one's ear, and pull the trig-
ger. Then it seemed that night suddenly came ;
all was dark about me; there was a roaring in
my ears, a sharp, sharp pain in my bosom.
'My heart, my heart,' I said, 'this is the end;
I die.' And I knew no more. Yes, I was
dying, my shadow was starting for the Sand-
hills, but the gods once more took pity on
Kak-sim-i', and on me.
"She had recovered from her faint at once,
ran over to where I had fallen and raised me
in her lap, calling me to return to life — to re-
turn to life and arise. I heard her as from
afar, and a great struggle went on between my
body and my shadow" (i. e. what we call the
spirit; the soul.) "Oh, it was a terrible strug-
gle, and it seemed at first that my shadow
would win and depart for those dreary sand-
hills. But she. favored of the gods, aided my
body to hold fast to my shadow, and at last I
opened my eyes and called her by name, and
we cried together for very joy, and then, after
a time, I arose and cut the strip of fur from
the back of the great bear, and my faithful
woman helped homeward over the trail.
"But I am well now, friend Spotted Robe,
well, and strong, and happy. And best of all, I
have had another dream. In it I saw green
growing grass. You know what that means : I
shall live to see another summer at least," and
with that he arose and went out of the door,
and home to his lodge. Dear old Eagle Head !
He lived to see the buffalo swept from the
plains, and then with his wives perished miser-
ably from starvation on the tribal reservation
that dreadful winter when so many died
through the fault of a lying, thieving Govern-
ment Agent.
ON THE RODEO
NO, — 'taint that I'm queered on the roundup,
Or balk at the irons, — but it's strange,
When I'm feelin' so fit from the ground up,
To rope the best steer on the range —
It's queer how some nights and some places.
That the sound of the hoofs at the bars
Don't quite seem to fill all the spaces
That hovers 'twixt me an* the stars.
God knows that I've roughed it a-plenty,
Since I answered the Cattle-call;
An' Girls ? — I f there's one there's been twenty,
Since the days when Hallie was all.
But today there was that in the Valley,—
An' tonight in the moonshine is this,
That steals 'round my heart like Hallie,
With her smile, an' her tears an' her kiss.
Pride? God! She was proud. How t
Hid the tears that her heart let fall!
Bah! The rest of 'em seems but ashes
lashes
Of the days wi
An' she said .
Just because I
But the best of
When
i Hallie was all.
. "Don't think I'm
ust lose you, Joe, —
both is a-leavin'
letting each othe
go.
If the pesky moon wouldn't shine so,
Or the wild flowers droop on the hill —
If the rain-dove's mate wouldn't pine so,
When the cattle is kind o' still —
Might be I could rest in such places.
When the sound of the hoofs at the bars
Don't seem to fill up all the spaces
That hovers 'twixt me an* the stars.
— Sadie Bowman Metcalfe.
ANIMAL COURAGE
By F. W. Reid.
Part II.
ET us pass on now to the beasts
of the field, the eaters of grass.
The great elephant, which has
already been considered, is in-
deed graminivorous, but he be-
longs to the forest, not the
prairie. There are fanciful
theorists who believe that diet
regulates the temper of man and
animals : that "We are what we
eat." Ferocity they think is founded on
meat, and kindled by uric acid and other
derivates of flesh. True, courage and
carnivore both begin with a c, and mush
and meekness have the same initial letters ;
but alliteration begins and ends the matter.
The tissues of the animal body are built
up from its food; but who shall say what
nourishes the spirit?
Certain it is that herbs alone form the
nutriment of some of the fiercest creatures
in existence. Ordinary bulls, whether in a
china-shop or a corral, may not be affronted
lightly by theorists on dietetics. But what
of the wild buffalo? Hunting this grand
animal is a very dangerous sport. The bull
advances to meet the challenge of the
hunter, pawing and snorting, the very
picture of a courageous champion. He is
hard to hit mortally, when he comes on
with nose uplifted. A mortal wound will not
check his inflexible and determined onset.
If he overtakes his enemy, he gores and
tramples him to death. Here is shown a
high degree of defensive courage.
The natural enemy of the African buffalo
is the lion. Wiser than certain British
generals "showed themselves in the Boer
war, the feline hunter never risks a frontal
attack, but trusts in flank movements, or a
leap out of the dark of an ambush. Even
then he may have to pay for his untasted
dinner with his life. For buffaloes are
quick to rescue a herd-fellow who has been
taken at a disadvantage, and charging will
easily knock over the marauding lion.
Thereupon ensues a very lively melee, or
"mix-up" as the knightly term is rendered
in the jargon of the prize-ring.
A South African hunter named Vardon
was fortunate enough to witness the
spectacle of a buffalo defending itself
against the concerted attack of three lions. It
was a case of "butting-in" on their part, for
Vardon had wounded and was following up the
animal, when the lions smelt out the sport and
jumped in to rob him of the meat. But the
bull defended itself gallantly. It gored its
foes as they came on and held up its end
of the running fight, till it dropped dead of
the bullet wound it had received. This is
hard to beat for an example of sheer animal
courage.
Fearless indeed must this creature be.
Thirty African native hunters, armed with
guns of a poor quality, went in pursuit of a
buffalo. They came suddenly upon the
animal, which was wallowing in marshy
ground. But neither the numbers of the
band nor the noise of their volley fire
daunted the brave bull. The leading hunter
discharged his piece almost in the buffalo's
face, missed, and was hooked by the in-
furiated animal, who danced a triumph on
his mangled body, while the remainder of
the affrighted hunters bolted for their lives.
There is no need to multiply instances of
the valor of the buffalo. It is of a dogged,
inflexible, unreflecting quality, like that of
the famous British infantry of whom
Napoleon remarked that they did not know
when they were beaten. The French spoke
more wisely than they knew when they
nicknamed their adversaries "John Bulls."
All the family of Bos, whether Africanus or
Asiaticus, possess this soldierly courage, the
spirit of the champion who fights for the
herd. For the buffalo kind are not beasts of
prey like the cats ; it is not their part to
wantonly assume the offensive. But woe to
those that provoke their slow-moving indomit-
able courage.
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There is another grass eater and fellow
denizen of wild Africa that ranks near the
buffalo — the rhinoceros. But though the bull
has a stout hide to shield his brave heart,
the rhino is much better protected. He is
plated with thick armor that is almost spear
proof, and his frontal bone is extremely thick.
The consciousness of being mail-clad steels the
heart of this formidable animal, and his temper
is extremely aggressive.
In Africa there are two kinds of rhinoceros :
the Cape or white rhino, and the Ketloa, which
is black in color. The latter is the gladiator
of the family. His blood is up at the sight of
strangers in the jungle, and he goes for them
on general principles. Astor Chanler's caravan
was repeatedly attacked by rhinos, during his
march through East Africa. They rushed
from the grass which borders the narrow
paths that lead from village to village, and
charged the line of porters and horsemen as if
determined to drive the intruders from the
country. The brutes bore down with blind
fury on everything in their way, a packing
case thrown down by a terrified carrier was
smashed into pieces. Carbine fire was of no
avail to stop their rushes — a pea-shooter would
have been as effective. The natives at last
became so demoralised that at the cry "Faro!"
they fled helter-skelter to the nearest trees.
Where this heedless hide-clad bully abounds
he is far more troublesome to the traveler than
the warier lion.
It must be a nightmare experience to be
chased by an unicorn. In dreams, the sleeper
is sometimes between the rails, fleeing across
a trestle before a roaring locomotive. But
the rider who is pursued by a brute, plated
like a "Mogul" and nearly as heavy, is in a
predicament equally hair-raising. This gro-
tesque monster charges like the jobber wock,
'"Whiffling through the tulgy wood;" and im-
palement on his horn is death in a hideous
shape.
The rhinoceros fears no foe, brute or human.
Secure behind his solid shields, he knows that
whatever lions may do to the deer and cattle,
they will never be able to make a meal off
him. He is too tough — in both senses of the
word — for them to attack. If lions cross his
path, he plays pitch and toss with them.
Although Leo is the more imposing figure
with his mane and his roar, the rhino, is the
real boss of the African jungle. The small-
brained, irritable monster is a type of un-
reasoning brutal courage. He is the Giant
Blundcrbore of his country.
What the rhino is on land the hippopotamus
is in the water. They are two of a kind,
equally aggressive and stupidly ferocious. The
amphibian is perhaps the better protected of
the two, his hide is so dense that it sinks in
water. Crocodiles try in vain to bite their
way into the carcass of a dead hippopotamus.
Why the Greeks gave the animal this name,
which means literally "river-horse," is not
clear. It is really a colossal hog in armor,
with the feet and shape of the porcine race.
Hoggish, too, is its temper. The animal
of course is a grass feeder and has no use
for beef ; yet it will drag cows under water
and drown them, as they swim across a river.
It acts as though it considered the river its
peculiar domain, and all non-amphibians tres-
passers to be promptly put out of the way.
Canoes and boats of all kinds it holds in
especial hatred; yet it is not hunted from
canoes by the natives. It is this enmity on the
part of the hippo that makes water traveling
in Africa, from the Niger to the Zambesi,
dangerous, especially at night.
Like a submarine, the hippo shows very little
of its surface above the water. It comes up
to breathe and look out, just lifting an eye.
A snort or puff perhaps is heard, and then
bang ! crash ! your boat is sinking, crushed like
a shell between the brute's harrow-teethed
jaws. Samuel Baker on one of his Nile ex-
peditions had a dinghy sunk and his big sail-
ing-vessel charged by a hippo, which drove its
tusk right through the iron sheathing. But
the most remarkable naval action of this kind
that he records is the attack on his steamer.
As a rule steam-vessels put to flight, or rather
diving, all aquatic animals; but hippos seem
to be an exception. At any rate a champion
of the Nile, irritated by the invasion of his
domain, attacked and broke a float off the pad-
dle-wheel of the explorer's boat. As the
French general said of the charge of the Light
Brigade : "This is magnificent, — but it is not
war." But what superb, if blind courage !
On the land the hippo does not feel so sure
of himself as in his more accustomed element.
Yet it is not safe to attack this pugnacious
animal when sleeping on a sand bank or in a
riverside melon-patch to which he may have
resorted for a meal. Fruit diet does not soften
his snappish temper. The Arab hunter may
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approach too near the sluggish monster, which
rousing bites him in two. Being a bulky ani-
mal that provides meat supply on a wholesale
scale, the hippo is hunted in an elaborate way
by natives armed with harpoons and ropes. But
hunt as they may, there seems no scaring the
pluck out of this thick-skinned, thick-headed
animal.
In spite of his grandiloquent name, there is a
good deal of the pig, as we have seen, about
the hippopotamus. But to appraise the courage
of the actual hog seems like descending to the
lowest step of an anti-climax, especially after
questioning the spirit of the nobler game. But
there is much in names, where reputation is
concerned ; witness the proverb about giving a
dog a bad name. The hog is a useful but un-
savory animal, and to call a man "hog" is not
to pay him a compliment. But the word "boar"
carries with it different associations. It brings
to mind the wild animal, acorn-feeding and
forest-dwelling, the quarry of noble Nimrods
from the days of the Norman kings to the
reign of the present German Emperor, who is
fond of shooting wild boars. Baker, who fol-
lowed his hounds on foot in Ceylon and killed
his game at close quarters with a hunting
knife, calls the boar "a determined fighter who
does battle for the love of the thing."
Against this forest champion man sends a
pack of hounds. All the boar has to defend
himself with is his thick, bristly hide, and a
pair of razor-sharp cutting tusks. Fierce and
bloodthirsty are his enemies ; and their number
makes the combat unequal. But when the boar
stands at bay, with his flanks protected by
thorny jungle, facing alone a ring of yelping,
snapping hounds, he shines out as an example
of stubborn courage. He is fixed there, de-
termined in his inflexible hog-mind to fight the
battle out on that spot, end how it may. A
terrible scrimmage takes place. Hounds that
rush in, too eager for the fray, retreat ripped
and slashed. The knowing ones wait a chance
to seize the boar by the ear. But even when
overpowered by sheer weight of numbers, he
dies fighting.
Indeed, there is much pluck in this small
animal. A horse and its rider armed with a
long spear would appear formidable enough to
cow the stoutest boar. But no : although the
attempt seems as vain as Don Quixote's at-
tack on the whirling windmills, he charges the
"pig-sticker", and unable to reach the man
wreaks his fury on the horse's legs. In coun-
tries where wild pigs roam in packs the tables
are sometimes turned. The peccaries of South
America are very quarrelsome and bristle up,
even when no offense is intended. The harm-
less butterfly chaser who comes athwart of a
pack of these small but peppery pigs had better
climb the nearest tree. He may have a long
time to wait before it is safe to come down.
For their temper is uncertain, with a tendency
towards the aggressively pugnacious.
If the weight and size of the wild boar are
balanced against the weight and size of his
enemies ; if the handicap of the hunt is taken
into account, it must be acknowledged that he
ranks high in the roll of courageous animals.
Among his fellows of the wild he is respected
for his tusks and his temper.
With the boar, the least of those creatures
that stand up against the attacks of the car-
nivorous killers, closes this incomplete survey
of animal fighters. Deer, indeed, are at times
pugnacious ; and some, the moose for example,
show much defensive courage. But it hardly
seems worth while to open the question of the
bravery of animals that, although horned, rely
mainly upon their swiftness. Their valor is too
much tempered by discretion.
Among the game animals enumerated it
seems well-nigh impossible to select one as
indisputably braver than the rest. Who shall
say whether the lion is the true king of the
cats, or the tiger? Nature does not try the
question out, and if we turn to man for an
answer, hunters differ considerably in opinion.
The experience of most Nimrods is limited to
one kind of fierce game, the boldness of which
they are apt to overrate for purely personal
reasons. Talk about lions to a veteran hunter
of the Rockies, and he will be likely to say:
"Aw, lions! Why, a grizzly would just chaw
up a lion, claws and hide and all !" Men whose
experience has been world-wide are not unan-
imous in their estimates of animal courage.
Baker seems to think the wild buffalo the most
formidable of big game. Sportsmen feel a
chivalrous respect for the animal that has
given them the grandest sport, and this they
vote to be the bravest of all. Thus opinions
vary and the question remains unsettled.
A quantitative analysis, as chemists call it,
must then be abandoned as impracticable. Still
it cannot have escaped remark that the quality
of brute courage varies with the kind of
animal, although not precisely in the way one
would imagine beforehand. Thus, the most
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aggressive animals are found among the grass
eaters. The surliness of the bear is more dom-
inant than that of the irritable rhinoceros. The
wary and aggressive courage of the predatory
cats differs from the boldness of the buffalo.
In the character of the leopard there is a trait
of cheeky intrepidity lacking in that of the
tiger. There seem to be shades and tints in
the courage of animals as in the colors of their
skins.
Although it is rash to argue in terms of
human psychology concerning the spirit of
animals, yet the motives of their courage ap-
pear in some instances like those of man's.
Human mobs are influenced by a collective or
"crowd" spirit to perform acts which the in-
dividuals that compose them would not dare
to attempt single-handed. Similarly wild cattle
feel the contagion of the crowd. The weaker
members are heartened by the example of the
bulls, and by the shoulder-touch of their neigh-
bors, to face their predatory foes with a ring
fence of lowered horns. The courage of ani-
mals, like that of men, is enhanced by special
stimuli. Alcohol, indeed, they do not take to
inspirit them with a temporary, or "Dutch"
courage; but they are pricked on to bolder
action by the maternal instinct and by jealous
excitement. The sharpest spur of all is hunger.
But these particular incentives are a matter
of times and seasons. The normal everyday
fighting courage of a wild animal is based
mainly on its equipment for attack and defense.
Where it is used to meeting man as an enemy,
it is influenced by its experience of his peculiar
powers of offense. For while the creatures of
the jungle are guided by immemorial habits,
while they instinctively are able to gauge one
another's powers of resistance, the action of
man as a factor in their lives is forever uncer-
tain. He is inventive and progressive. The
weapons with which he attacks in one genera-
tion are in the next replaced by other and more
destructive ones. As spear and bow are re-
placed by gun and rifle, as country that was
once wild becomes settled up, the native ani-
mals lose their boldness and retreat before the
advance of civilization.
Animal courage, when seated in the human
breast, is the complement of another and
higher form of courage, which is called moral.
In this the wild beasts have no part. But that
stoutheartedness which is qualified as "brute,"
they possess, if not in greater amount, then in
a more available form than man does. Napo-
leon said that the rarest kind of courage was
"three o'clock in the morning courage." He
meant, one supposes, that at that chill hour a
soldier's nervous energy is in a state of low
tension ; that under those depressing circum-
stances his spirit is weaker than when, in the
heat of battle, he is cheered by the martial
music of the band and heartened by the ex-
ample of his comrades. A man roused from a
bivouac slumber has to summon his courage
before he is master of his powers of offense.
Civilized man has departed so long from the
wild life that it takes some years of training
to turn him into a first-class fighter ; and even
then only the few always have their fighting
wits about them.
But a savage animal does not need to sum-
mon his courage. He needs no call to arms;
his armor is always on, his weapons ever
ready. His is a nature far simpler than man's,
at whose spirit pull the cords of emotion and
reflective thought. Hence a ferocious beast is
most dangerous when surprised. He strikes
without hesitation, without calculating conse-
quences, automatically, like a machine keyed up
to the stress of a never-ceasing struggle.
To be gifted with some portion of brute
courage is no small endowment to a man how-
ever highly civilized he be. But it is most
prized under the conditions of savage life and
in primitive communities : in short, where
human life is least differentiated from animal.
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ALFALFA
PRAISE as you will, your fairest flower of all,
I'll not dispute a special charm, but mine
So richly ornaments the breast of earth
No other seems so fragrant or so fine.
And stately, too, in Summer winds asway.
The blossoms purple in the brilliant sun, —
Queen's color, — and the fields one mass of it,
A carpet fit for fairies, spread and spun.
And ne'er such odors steeped in light were known,
Since God walked in his gardens, newly-made.
In primal freshness of sweet scents and dews,
Surely this balm from heavenly meadows strayed,
To soothe the sharp, vexatious stings of life,
To calm the restlessness of anxious care;
The night winds waft it round us as they swing
Full-brimmed, invisible censers everywhere.
Mile on blue mile it feeds the rancher's herds,
And when the fresh milk fills my bowl, I wish
That it were e'en like thine, good Philemon, —
Blest of the gods, a never empty dish!
— Lulu Whedon Mitchell.
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By Charlton Lawrence Edholm.
1
URLY told me about him one
night in the Diamond S. ranch
house, and as the foreman,
Kinnear, a reliable man, Haw-
kins, Reddy and Cock-eye
George Geoghegan were pres-
ent and verified his statement,
far be it from me to doubt its
truth.
The ranch house was a flat,
rambling adobe building, or collection of build-
ings, not old but with as many traces of age
as a factory-built antique. The broad, low
room in which we loafed after supper was un-
plastered but, in some fleeting spasm of luxury,
had been tinted pale blue over the adobe bricks.
This tint had chipped off in some places and
washed off in others until in the flicker from
the open fireplace the walls had the appear-
ance of an impressionist fresco in milk blue
and umber.
The ceiling was low, as I have mentioned,
but to be exact I should specify that in the
middle of the room it was four feet lower
than elsewhere, and everyone who knew the
place either circled around the room or ducked
his head in the nick of time when he had oc-
casion to cross it.
The reason for this freak of domestic archi-
tecture was that a 'dobe brick up near the
roof had crumbled into clods and dropped in
on the dingy cheesecloth ceiling, which had
been bravely supporting this twenty pounds of
dried mud ever since the big rain storm three
years ago.
Curly sat gazing reflectively at the taut
cheesecloth while he rolled a Durham cigar-
ette, till noticing that my eye followed his, he
was obliging enough to share his reminis-
cences.
"I remember when that Tenderfoot made
his first appearance at the ranch house. It
was a black night like this, an' comin' into the
light he couldn't see very well and batted his
head against them very identical chunks of
'dobe. Not bein' accustomed in Manhat-
tan, (as he called Noo York,) to a ceiling
that sagged in the middle an' laid for
strangers, he sized up the man-trap for a smart
joke of ours an' tried to take it like a game
one.
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" Wry clever, gentlemen,' he chirps, brush-
ing the dust from his bran new sombrero an'
straightening his rimless eyeglasses. As he
said them words he smiled till you couldn't
hardly see his face for his pretty white teeth.
He reminded me of a Susydon't ad. In a way
he was soft. He had big blue eyes like you
don't often see on these squintin' range
riders and his face was all pink an' white, but
on a second look I made up my mind that the
softness was all on the outside of his head.
I sorta took to him at the second look.
" 'Why stranger, you don't reckon we'd be
such a bunch of goats as to put up a job like
that on a man !' says Kinnear. 'I've been car-
latin' to fix that there place fer months and
months, but I jes' kep' fergettin' until at last
the boys learned to dodge it, an' then I plumb
fergot it. Take a chair, sir, an' set up to the
fire. Had your supper? It won't take but a
minute to git you some coffee.'
"The Tenderfoot said he'd a'ready et his
supper, but when he heard that Mastadon was
eight miles further down the San Pedro and
on the wrong side of the river he said yes,
he'd be pleased to stay all night, so Kinnear
told Reddy to look after the stranger's pony.
"He was not ezackly shy, that Tenderfoot,
but he was not much of a talker neither, so he
answered short an' sweet a few neighborly
questions ; he 'lowed he was from Manhattan,
an' out here to size up the country. We asked
him what sort of a place Manhattan was, an'
was so surprised to hear of a town of that
size bein' unbeknown to any of us, — till he let
out that it was Noo York he meant, — that we
clean fergot to ask what his business might
be. We sorta judged he was a lawyer. He
gradually settled back in the shadow till we
a'most fergot he was there, but at last a
story called 'The Roughest Ride of Rough-
Rider Bill' showed up the real stuff there was
in the man.
"Hawkins was readin' us the yarn from a
magazine he'd picked up in Mastadon. Same
kind of a cow-puncher yarn as you find in
every magazine an' Sunday paper as blows
out this way. It was wrote by a man named
Botts. Durin' the readin' Reddy squirms in
his chair and at last says, disgusted like,
'Shucks, that feller hadn't oughter be allowed
to write them things about us folks in the
Territory. People won't think as how we've
got good sense when they read that kinda
doin's. An' look at the way he's got things
twisted. He ain't got a danged thing called
by its name. Listen to this: 'Rough-rider
Bill stood on the marble steps of his alkali
flat listening to the last gasp of the janitor
whose neglect of the steam heat had so fatally
annoyed him. When the death rattle had
stilled in the throat of his victim, he carefully
buttoned on his spurs and bear-skin chaparrals
for he knew a long, hot ride across the desert
was before him. With a parting whoop he
threw himself on the back of his pinto, a black
poncho with not a single white hair on its
wiry little body, and emptying his six-shooter
defiantly at a passing street car, he was off
like a shot across the camisa. Dashing his
cruel sombreros into the ribs of his fiery
animal and lashing it furiously with his squirt,
he was but a distant speck upon the wide
suhuaro when the sheriff first gave chase.'
"'Now what d'ye think o' that!' says Reddy.
" 'That writer man was sure locoed,' says
Geoghegan, takin' a bite off his plug.
"Then the Tenderfoot spoke up. 'What's
the matter with the story?' says he. 'I sh'd
say it was a very sperrited description.'
" 'Oh, it's sperrited, all right,' answered
Reddy; 'what I mean ter say is I don't think
it's quite akkerate. Fer instance a alkali flat
with marble steps an' a janitor, even a dead
one, don't seem nateral out here. An' I never
heard of a feller buttoning chaparral brush
onto hisself before takin' a long ride, ner of
a man ridin' a poncho nohow, ner of a pinto
that was all of a color. Why, man, that's
what pinto means : a spotted critter.'
" 'Oh, these are mere trifles,' the Tender-
foot replied waving his white lily fingers
airily, 'I presume some ponchos are tame
enough for a real rough-rider to mount, and the
pinto in question may have been spotted in-
ternally ; the author says nothing to the con-
trary.'
" 'Yes, but stranger, this feller goes on to
state that Rough-rider Bill, as darkness falls,
hitches his faithful animal to the limb of a
maverick. Do you realize that a maverick
ain't a tree an' it ain't a hitchin' post ; it's a
name we Arizonians and Texicans give to
wild, unbranded cattle.'
" 'I know, I know, — I mean, the author
knows,' replied the Tenderfoot, gettin' red in
the face. 'What he doubtless meant was that
Rough-rider Bill had lassoed a maverick by a
limb. You mustn't take literachure too liter-
ally.'
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" 'But wait a minute ; he goes on to say-
that the outlaw made his frugal supper off a
few prickly pears and a dried olla, from which
he carefully removed the podrida. Now I'll
not dispute the prickly pears, though I've
never et 'em myself, but when you happen to
know that a olla is a water pot made of clay, I
don't see how you can expect folks to believe
that a man et a dried olla for supper.'
" 'Look here, my friend,' says the Tender-
foot, sharp like, 'you can't jump at conclu-
sions: I don't assert, — I mean, the author
don't assert that the outlaw et the olla. You
admit that a olla may be dry, don't you?'
" 'Sure, when there's no water in it.'
" 'Exactly ! Well, what the author meant
was that Rough-rider Bill had no water to
go with his prickly pears. That's reasonable
[to any unprejudiced mind.'
"I thought to myself as how his explana-
tions was perty far fetched, an' was just
opening my mouth to say so, when Kinnear
;says, 'Aw, let up, Reddy, what's the use of dis-
putin'. Any one can see as how that writer
man was never in these parts. Why he has
the spotless pinto go locoed on sage brush,
an' a swarm of mesquites singin' an' stingin'
poor Bill till he can't sleep, an' next day he
gets killed in a saloon kept by a Indian. Say,
I bet that feller was never west of the Missis-
sippi.'
" 'In course he wa'n't,' yaps out Reddy,
Tve got ten dollars says he wa'n't never west
of Chicago.'
" 'I've got twenty says he wa'n't never west
;f Noo Jersey,' says I.
" 'Keep your small change,' says the Tender-
foot, 'I've got two hundred dollars says the
author of that yarn was right here in the
Territory.'
"We all yelled an' hooted at that an' was
,crazy to take him up, but when we come to
dig into our overalls there wa'n't but a hun-
dred ninety-seven dollars an' thirty-five cents
between us. Howsomever the Tenderfoot
said he'd let it go at that an' wrote in his
pocket book what each man had chipped in.
"Then he gave the whole works, two hun-
dred-dollar bills an' a double handful of silver
mixed with small gold an' dirty little green-
backs to Cock-eye, there, to hold, he bein' the
only man as didn't speculate, havin' blowed
in all his pay.
" 'How'll we settle this bet?' says the
Tenderfoot.
" 'Write to the magazine editor,' suggests
Hawkins.
" T wouldn't,' says the Tenderfoot, with a
sad, sweet smile. 'The letter would go among
the submitted manuscripts an' you'd be a
month or two gettin' an answer, an' like as
not when you did, it would be a printed slip
sayin' "The return of your MS. is not to be
taken as a reflection on its literary merits, an'
the editor desires to thank you for the privil-
ege of examining the same." '
" 'Sho, now ! That's no way to answer a
man,' says Kinnear. 'An' what's more, Cock-
eye couldn't keep the loose change fer a month.
Not but what he's honest, but it's agin human
natur. How'd it do to communercate with
this here writer man, Mister Botts? Maybe
he'd be some quicker an' to the point.'
"We all agreed to this, an' to relieve our
minds of suspense, an' Cock-eye of temptation,
we decided to telegraph, an' Hawkins was fer
ridin' to town at onct.
" 'One moment, gentlemen !' says the Ten-
derfoot, "I understand you wish to leave the
decision with the author as to whether he
was ever in Arizona.'
" 'Sure, that's it,' we answered.
" 'And his word will be considered sufficient
proof?'
" 'It will.'
" 'In that case I can save you the trouble of
wiring,' he says, an' with a very perlite bow
handed Kinnear his pocket book.
"We found his name on the return ticket,
'Algernon Oscar Botts,' an' the same on his
letters an' callin' cards, which Cock-eye Geo-
ghegan thought was circumstantial evidence
enough to hang a man, an' passed over the
stakes accordin'.
"In the course of the evenin' Mr. Botts ad-
mitted that the story of 'The Roughest Rough
Ride of Rough-rider Bill' was composed
mostly on a Fifth Avenue 'Bus, an' he thought
some of correctin' a few triflin' errors in loco
color before the yarn come out in book form.
He was real pleased at gettin' the hundred an'
ninety-seven dollars an' thirty-five cents, said
it was four times what he'd cleared on the
story, allowin' for paper, ink an' stamps.
'Fer a Tenderfoot, an' a writer man at that,
he was perty bright, / sh'd say."
By Harry H. Dunn.
HE call of the sea has been very
strong in my veins for some
weeks now ; I have wanted to
go fishin', to lie at length on
the hot sand while the lance-
wood, butt set in beach and a
hundred feet of line atrail
through the surf, throbbed to
the rhythm and the roll of the
rim of the sea and now and
again bent to some stronger pull.
But if wishes came true all beggars would
ride, you know, and I haven't been able
to get away from the grind long enough to
try the surf or the yellowfin yet — and as I
write the calendar tells me it is near the
middle of June. And I'm going soon ; maybe
tomorrow, maybe not for a week, but it is
bound to come even if I have to kill off
another grandmother (in my mind) to get
away from the office for a day.
When I can't fish I think of fishing, of the
fish I have caught and how. Not the least
of these is the how; and of the hows, the
question of bait is uppermost with all of us
who catch the fish we go after and do not
take a chance on catching any old thing from
sculpin to yellowtail.
Of course, I am talking about sea fishing.
The trout fisher's game I don't know much
about, though I admit it is all he claims for
it, and into his discussion of flies and spoons
I cannot enter with vim enough to give him
a good argument. But I have learned some-
thing, not much but a little, about the luring
of sea fish to the hook, and when I have time
and the inclination to think I sometimes think
of them.
Taken all in all, given their habitat and
SOME BAITS
I HAVE
USED
their endowment with what we know as brains,
fishes are about as wise as the four-feet when
it comes to outplaying man in the game in
which their lives are the stake. This being
the case, it is not alone necessary that the
angler who would be successful should know
what baits to use, but how to use them.
There is a right way and a wrong way to
put the smelt on your hook when you go
after yellowtail; there is a right way and a
wrong way to fasten the flying fish or squid
to your barbed trap when you want to get a
tuna or a black sea bass, and for every kind
of fish that swims the sea there is a different
bait; nine times out of ten it is the only bait
he will touch, being the food for which he
travels many miles beneath the sea in order
that his appetite may be satisfied.
For instance : I went fishing for mackerel
one day, out in a boat about half a mile from
shore. I had clam, live sardines, fresh mack-
erel for bait. Supposedly a strip from the
side of a freshly killed mackerel is the best
bait in the world for other mackerel. I found
the sea full of the blue-sided fish, all lazily
swimming about, doing nothing, going no-
where.
I tried every bait I had, and did not get a
strike. Then the boatman produced a strip of
red flannel from a locker in one end of the
launch, tore off a long, narrow pennon, and
said : "Try this." I did, and the only reason I
did not catch all the mackerel in the Pacific was
that I had no use for them and could not have
pulled them in.
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The strike of the mackerel on this occasion
I was almost like a trout; when one of the fish
passed up the red rag drawn slowly through
the water past his nose, another seized it with
\ a rush that made the reel sing. Some of
these weighed up to five pounds, and they put
up a right lively fight out there in the sun-
. shine and the sea.
In like manner I have taken mackerel on a
large red fly, when they would not bite at
anything else, and fly-fishing in the sea is a
novel experience. There the fly-caster, fishing
from a small open boat, launch or rowboat,
has all the world, practically, in which to
make his casts, and there is no overhanging
brush to entangle the fly when it goes back
i over his shoulder.
This kind of fishing, however, whether it
be with rag or with fly, requires not a little
work. The game is to cast out and reel in,
: cast out and reel in, until you get a strike.
You may do this a dozen times without a
single note from the reel, and then on the
thirteenth time you may have a fight of half
an hour, if your tackle is light enough, with
[some fat old cornfed who strenuously objects
to being hauled in head first.
I I, too, like the bone jig as a lure. There is
nothing to the attaching this to your line;
'you merely fasten it on, trail it over the stern
of your launch at the speed you think best
and if a hungry barracuda or yellowtail or
bonita comes along you get him, provided
jyou know how to play the fish after he is
hooked. When the water is clear and the
launch is not running too fast, the strike of
the barracuda at a moving bone jig is one of
the prettiest sights in all the fishing world.
It compares with the drop of the osprey into
:he school of mackerel; with his rise, laden
'With a fish and his bronze wings shimmering
;n the morning sun.
' Like a ray of black lightning — if such
inachronism were possible — the barracuda
tomes out of the sea, never pauses an instant
n his rush, snaps up the jig and turns away
vith it. And just about then is the time for
he fisherman to get busy, and if he has a light
od he is apt to have his hands full, for all
he contempt sportsmen fishermen have for
his long gar of the sea.
But when it comes to using live bait, smelt
* anchovies or the so-called sardines, there
is a real art in attaching them to the hook.
The small fish bait should be entered through
the mouth with the hook, which should be
worked down through him until the tip of the
barb can be brought out of his belly. Then
close the mouth of your bait over the shank
of the hook and wrap with a turn or two of
silk thread. Some anglers use wire, I prefer
silk. Your fish then looks and moves more
like life than any bait possibly can which
is hooked through the back or the side of
the head indiscriminately.
The squid is a difficult proposition to put on
any hook, big or little, and the average sea
fisherman can take a lesson worth while from
the market anglers who frequent Catalina
or San Pedro or any other of the beaches
whence men go down to the sea in ships.
Nine times out of ten anyhow your squid
comes off the hook, and trolling with a squid
is not half the easy trick it looks when you
see some experienced hand take a line and go
flying down the channel with a squid atrail.
There isn't much to the hooking of a hunk
of white fish or a whole mackerel on your
line to bait a black sea bass up out of the
depths, but if you put that same mackerel on
alive and go after a shark with him, you will
probably have your hands full, not alone to
land the shark, but to keep a two or three
pound bait on your hook as well.
Even for the little fish, comparatively speak-
ing, there is a great deal in the way you put
the hook into your bait, whether it be sand
crab, a gob of clam, or a bit of long-deceased
lobster. I am convinced that a yellowfin, run-
ning in surf, will bite more often at a sand
crab which completely conceals the hook,
presenting at the same time an appearance
of life, than it will at the same sand crab with
the hook stuck roughly through, and present-
ing all the appearances of a "dead one."
The great trick with lobster, which is the
best bait for pompano and some other small
fish, is to keep it on your hook at all, but there
are days when the pompano are running when
they will bite at nothing but lobster, so there
you are.
The flying fish as a bait for tuna — and these
gossamer "winged" fish are the best of all
bait for the giant leapers — is often dead when
used, but quite as often alive. Dead or alive,
it should be attached to the hook by the same
process as described for the smelt and the
small mackerel.
Then, when drawn through the water, or
allowed to go down into the depths, the flying
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fish presents the appearance of life more
closely than any other bait fish. And when the
tuna strikes, the angler is quite sure that he
has something very much alive ahold of that
flying fish.
A list of the baits on the South Coast would
be practically endless; I have seen grave fisher-
men using angleworms, and they told me that
they caught fish with them, too; I have seen
equally grave men putting anisesccd oil on
their bait, and I remember one old fellow who
would never cast off the wharf without first
spitting on his lure, so strong is the hold
superstition has on some men.
But the principal list of baits, and the fishes
for which they are used, is about as follows:
Clam — all sorts of inshore fish, and some of
the rock fish of deeper waters; flying fish-
tuna; whitefish, mackerel, liver, and raw meat
— black sea bass; smelt, anchovies, sardines,
young mackerel (all alive)— tuna, white sea
bass, yellowtail, albicore, barracuda, halibut
and deep sea fish of other and rarer kinds;
sand crabs— surf fish and yellowfin, with
occasional surf perch, which latter are prac-
tically worthless; lobster, shark, stingray—
pompano and jack smelt.
"Something Very Much Alive.
LIGHT-TACKLE SEA-FISHING
By Arthur Jerome Eddy.
ROM the narrow street below my
window comes a sound of
voices; a group of men are
talking fishing, and one asks;
"Do you use light tackle?"
Another replies ; "You bet
your life ! Bought an outfit to-
day."
"That's right, nothing else
goes here now."
On the hotel verandah this morning a
woman said sharply to her husband;
"You needn't give me a heavy stick again,
I want to fish with something that counts."
Her husband had given her heavy tackle
while he used light ; he caught a "button" fish
and was greatly elated ; she had landed a
bigger one, but got no button, on account of
her tackle, and was highly indignant.
On the boat crossing from the mainland to
Catalina one hears nothing but light tackle
talk, and sees nothing but light tackle equip-
ment. The dealers handle little else, and
advertise it as made to meet the requirements
of the Light Tackle Club. Each autumn before
ordering goods for the following season they
write the secretary of the Club asking if there
will be any changes in the specifications.
At the close of the season in 1907, less than
one year and six months after its organization,
the Catalina Light Tackle Club had over 400
members, each of whom had duly qualified by
landing a game fish of not less than twenty
pounds weight, with a standard nine-strand
line, and a wood rod not exceeding sixteen
ounces in weight, butt included. In nearly
every instance the rod did not exceed nine
ounces. Of these members, 56 earned a silver
button by landing a game fish the weight of
which was not less than 45 lbs., and 15
qualified for gold buttons by getting a fish of
not less than 60 lbs.
All this has been accomplished and the sport
of sea-fishing in the waters of Southern Cali-
fornia completely revolutionized in a little over
two years ; to be exact, since the spring of
1905, when the writer gave a silver cup to be
contested for on the following conditions ;
Open to rods (not metal) six feet and over,
weighing not more than sixteen ounces (butt
included), and nine-thread line of any standard
make. For rod weighing less than sixteen
ounces an allowance of ten per cent, added to
the weight of fish will be made for each ounce
under the sixteen ounces, so that a rod of
twelve ounces, for instance, would be entitled
to an addition of forty per cent, to the weight
of the catch, and so on."
The following year when the club was orga-
nized the conditions were changed so as to
allow only five per cent, for each ounce the
rod weighed under sixteen, and the following
provision added:
"As it is not the desire to encourage the use
of freak tackle, no additional allowance will be
made for rods under nine ounces, but if used
they will be weighed as nine ounces. No fish
weighing less than twenty pounds will be
weighed in."
That was the beginning of systematic light
tackle sea-fishing. The term "systematic" is
used advisedly, for many a big sea-fish has
been caught on rods lighter than those speci-
fied.
That it is perfectly easy to land large game
fbh with a very light fly-casting rod has been
demonstrated again and again in Catalina
waters and elsewhere. Henshell caught a tar-
pon with an 8 oz. bass casting rod, and im-
mediately set the "silver king" down as quite
beneath the notice of a real sportsman — a
bit of fresh water prejudice. Most of these
phenomenal catches have been made when the
fisherman was after small game and un-
expectedly hooked onto large.
It is not the sporadic landing of a large fish
on very light tackle that makes a man a light-
tackle fisherman. The status of the angler is
determined, not by what he uses occasionally,
or in competition, but by what he likes to use
and habitually does use. He may talk light
tackle, but if he uses heavy, no matter under
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what pretext, he belongs to the heavy tackle
class. In other words a man's status is de-
termined not by the lightest tackle he uses
lint bj the heaviest If he fishes with a ninc-
thread line one day and a twenty-one for the
same fish the next, the latter is his brand ; or
if he uses a 9 oz. rod until he gets a 'button'
or record fish, and then reverts to a heavier
rod, the latter is his real preference.
Light-tackle fishing is not the freak, fluke,
or sporadic use of lighter equipment than a
man really and honestly cares for. It is the
systematic, habitual and pleasurable use of
tackle so proportioned to the fish sought as to
give the latter not less than three chances out
of five to get away against the most skillful
work on the part of the angler.
When a man uses light tackle systematically
and habitually, and gets out of it so much
pleasure that he does not care to own or use
heavy, he belongs to the light tackle fraternity ;
and the fraternity is confined to men of that
sort.
Two years ago the boatman furnished only
heavy tackle, now the rent of the launch in-
cludes the use of very good light tackle. Need-
less to say, if the inexperienced angler breaks
rod or loses line he is expected to pay for it,
and now and then a tyro pays a good round
price for a worn line or worthless rod. It
is astonishing, however, how little tackle is
lost. The boatmen handle their launches so
skillfully they manage to relieve the strain and
assist the novice.
The requirement of only a 20 lb. fish to
secure the Club's bronze button was made low
and easy to induce everybody to try, and thus
make the use of heavy tackle unpopular. While
many have qualified for membership who care
little or nothing about fishing, and some who,
no doubt, will revert to heavy tackle in the
desire to 'catch a boat-load', the net gain in
the interest of sport has been enormous. The
movement has made such marvellous strides
that in the waters about Southern California
a man is ashamed to confess he uses larger
than a nine-thread line for any fish under
100 pounds, but the rod is still a burning
question.
A line is simply a question of strength, the
rod is a part of the angler ; and many a man,
accustomed to the use of long butts and almost
unbreakable tips, cannot handle a light rod
with any comfort at all.
Tackle is the connecting link between the
angler and the fish, and as such it bears a
double relation. It must be properly propor-
tioned to the man at one end and the fish at
the other. Heretofore the man consulted his
own ease and pleasure, with the result that
lines were made so strong, rods so heavy, and
reels so automatic, that about all the fisher-
man had to do was sit still and "hang on", the
fish, if fairly well hooked, had scarce one
chance in a hundred to get away. The angler
sat in a comfortable chair, rested the long
heavy butt of the rod in a seat-socket between
his legs, grasped the handle of the huge reel —
a veritable "winch" as the English call them —
and literally all he had to do when the fish
strikes is hang on. The automatic drag in
reel or handle soon checks the fish, the boat-
man deftly handles the boat so the man who
thinks he is doing the fishing is always kept in
a position of advantage, and the unequal con-
test goes on between two men equipped with
powerful tackle and patent mechanical devices
at one end and just a simple fish fighting for
his life at the other. Now that is neither fair
nor sport; it comes so near fishing for
market that the market fishermen are only too
glad to arrange in advance for the fish brought
in. It is easier than hand-lining, slower than
seining.
The use of light tackle is an attempt to so
proportion the connecting link between man
and fish that the latter will have at least an
even chance, while the true sportsman will go
a step farther and make sure the odds favor
the game.
The true love of sport is a matter of cultiva-
tion, it is not innate. A man's natural bent is
to make sure of his game — to kill — and the
natural tendency is to increase and develop
the efficiency of tools and means until the
game cannot get away, and this tendency is
as strong and obvious in hunting as in fish-
ing, it is the animal instinct asserting itself
in man's pleasures. Strictly speaking man has
no sporting instinct, and sportsmen are made,
not born. The more a boy loves hunting and
fishing the greater the necessity for taking
him in hand early to make, if possible, a true
sportsman out of him. If not caught and
tamed young the chances are he will remain
a slaughterer all his life.
One has but to read the books and narra-
tives of men — and of some very eminent men —
to see how far removed they are from being
real sportsmen, how they revel in mere
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slaughter, how keen they are to fill their
bag, to kill to the limit of the law's restric-
tions. Their pages inspire others to go and
do likewise, to go out with equipment so
perfect, so automatic, so deadly, and with
guides and helpers so numerous and skilful
that the game once sighted has no chance
whatsoever.
The sportsmanlike instinct is a refinement of
the natural, it is the development of the desire
for fair play in contests of every nature,
whether between man and man or between
man and bird, or beast, or fish.
Sport in its true sense implies human par-
ticipation in the contest, and the true sports-
man is he who not only waives every advantage
and gives his opponent the odds, but in the
end refrains from inflicting any greater pain
or injury than is necessarily involved in the
fair persuit of the game.
To return to the subject in hand, a con-
test between angler and fish upon a perfectly
fair basis would require theoretically the re-
adjustment of the tackle to each fish hooked,
something which is obviously impossible. Even
when reasonably certain of hooking but one
species of fish, as in most fresh-water an-
gling, conditions vary materially with every
shifting of locality, and the size and fighting
qualities of the fish cannot be ascertained be-
forehand. In salt-water one of several
varieties of fish may strike, hence the greater
the difficulty of rightly proportioning the
tackle.
The temptation is to adapt the tackle to the
heaviest and gamest fish that may by any
possibility take hold, on the theory that it is
better to be always ready for the "big one",
and this temptation has been too much for the
great fraternity of sea-anglers. Many talk
light tackle but they use heavy ; they decry
handlines, but they use devices which make the
work easier than hand-lining. With the
ordinary sea rods, reels and lines, women and
children who have never fished before have no
trouble in landing big game fish which, under
fair conditions, would cause a strong and skil-
ful man no end of trouble.
The Tuna Club has done much toward the
introduction of better methods in the taking
of large game fish; it does not permit such
heavy tackle as is often used for tarpon, and
the tuna is incomparably the stronger fighter,
though not so, spectacular.
But the tendency to proportion tackle to the
heaviest possible fish prevails in the waters
where the tuna and black sea-bass (the
monster Jew-fish) abound, and until the in-
auguration of the light-tackle movement the
boatmen carried only clubs and 21 or 24 strand
lines, and people visiting Catalina Island fished
for such superb game fish as yellow-tail, white-
sea-bass, albicore, and even white-fish and
rock-bass with these ponderous outfits. It was
not sport but slaughter. It was a common
thing for boats to come in after a morning's
work with forty or fifty fine fish, all taken
by tourists who made no pretense of being
fishermen. Children would land fish after fish,
without losing one, until their arms ached and
they gave up from exhaustion. That is not
fishing. So far as skill is concerned, it falls
far short of hand-lining and spearing.
For several years the large tuna have been
scarce in Catalina waters, or if about, they
did not strike. The last hundred-pounder was
landed in 1904. As the large fish disappeared,
interest in fishing died out to an appreciable
extent. Other game fish were plentiful but
people soon tired of taking them on the heavy
tuna tackle. The time was ripe for the in-
troduction of the systematic use of light tackle,
and with its introduction the sport immediately
revived. Men who had used the heavy tackle
all their lives discovered, to their surprise,
that even tuna could be landed with a nine
ounce rod and a nine-thread line, and that it
was incomparably finer sport to do it. Of
course four out of five of the larger fish may
be lost, but that simply adds zest to the game,
for, after all, the fun is in the fishing not in
catching fish. The true sportsman salutes the
fish that gets away, gracefully acknowledges
his defeat, and tries again; while the man of
professional instincts swears at the escape of
his prey.
Up to a certain point the use of light, as
compared with heavy, tackle is a matter of
degree rather than kind ; beyond a certain point
it is a departure in kind rather than degree.
Whether a man uses a twenty-one, a twenty-
four, a twenty-seven or a larger line; or
whether he uses a long heavy butt with a tip
of twelve, fourteen, or sixteen ounces is all
a matter of taste, the differences are differences
of degree : one rod is lighter than another, one
line smaller, that is all; the manner of handling
each remains essentially the same.
The use of a nine thread line and a nine
ounce rod is, however, a radical departure,
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radical in that the tackle must be handled in a
manner fundamentally different from that in
whicfa the heavy is handled. A light rod with
a short butt must be handled with a free hand ;
it cannot rest in a seat socket and much of
the time it must be clear of even a belt-socket
and held lightly, free of the body. The spring
of the arms is as important as the spring of
the rod during the rushes of the fish. In fight-
ing a big game fish it is a great advantage to
stand so as to add the weight and flexibility of
the body to the strength of arms and rod.
Muscles are brought into play which are never
called upon in using heavy tackle, the strain
is greater, the fight keener. A man must have
not only far greater skill and judgment, but he
must have a quick hand, a wrist of steel and
great endurance to land the big and swift
fish. He cannot sit still and hang on, he must
fight his fish from start to finish, almost un-
aided by the manner in which the boatman
handles the boat; he must pass his rod quickly
from side to side, and much of the time the
tip may be far under water as he lowers it
either to pass the fish under the boat without
releasing pressure, or to transfer the strain
from tip to line.
The use of light tackle — as distinguished
from the use of merely lighter tackle — is such
a fundamentally different sport that many an
old sea-angler balks after trying it for a time.
His habits are so fixed he cannot adjust him-
self with any comfort to the altered conditions ;
he tries to handle a nine ounce rod as he did
his heavy, and complains of being "all cramped
up", the short butt is too much for him ; he
misses his comfortable seat, his long heavy
handle, the freedom of his arms — in short the
ease with which he used to take his fish ; he
tries the new but soon reverts to the old.
It is the fresh water angler who takes most
enthusiastically to the short butts and light
rods ; he is accustomed to them and they appeal
to him ; whereas the heavy "billiard-cues" — as
they have been not unappropriated called —
heretofore used in sea-fishing have always
struck the fresh water angler as crude and
barbarous in the extreme, so crude and bar-
barous that he has always been inclined to
deny that salt-water fishing is a true sport.
Inasmuch, however, as the tackle prescribed
by the Light Tackle Club for powerful game
fish is lighter than the tackle commonly used
for muskellonge, and as light as that often
used for bass, the fresh-water angler is now
compelled to admit that sea-angling, as con-
ducted in the waters about Catalina, is a more
"sporty" proposition than a good deal of fresh
water angling that gets into print.
The use of a nine thread line for such
powerful game fish as abound in the waters
about Catalina is, in itself, a radical departure;
radical in that the line requires entirely dif-
ferent handling from that required by the
stronger lines. The angler cannot "lie back"
on it and just pull, he cannot snub his fish
short, or even perceptibly check a fierce rush.
Throughout the contest the line must be
humored, the spool must be thumbed with the
utmost delicacy, a little too much pressure in-
advertently applied is fatal, an automatic drag
is a dangerous device. Many a man will not
use a leather brake, preferring a thin thumb
stall.
Where the fish are so strong and heavy that
300 yards of line are necessary, and hot con-
tests of from one to two or three hours are
common, it goes without saying the line is a
factor to be considered, and a line so light as
a nine-thread makes all the difference in the
world in the sport.
The Southern California Rod and Reel Club
was organized in 1906. As its enthusiastic
secretary, Mr. Ellsworth Salyer, says in a let-
ter to the writer :
"On the evening of Aug. 29, 1906, a little
band of ardent fishermen met in the music
room of the Los Angeles Athletic Club and
organized a club now called the Southern
California Rod & Reel Club. Starting with a
membership of a little more than twenty it has
grown to the magnificent proportion of over
two hundred members, everyone a fisherman to
the core." Its president is Mr. Edw. L. Hed-
derly, who never loses an opportunity to
advance the cause of light tackle in the
columns of the Los Angeles Times.
As its members are scattered along the
mainland coast where conditions in fish and
fishing are very' different, the Club contented
itself with prescribing a nine-strand line, leav-
ing members to use such rods as they pleased.
It was believed, and with no little reason, that
the man who used too heavy a rod handicapped
himself by increasing the risk of parting his
line. It is undoubtedly true that unless the
correct proportion between rod and line is
observed the chances of parting the line are
greatly increased.
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This one departure has revolutionized fish-
ing along the mainland, and much credit is
due the club for the manner in which it has
handled a situation difficult on account of the
extraordinary variety of fish taken, and the
different conditions under which they are
taken, from surf-casting to deep-sea trolling.
The following are the Club's tournament rules
for 1907:
"Class 1, tuna. Class 2, yellowtail. Class 3,
white sea bass. Class 4, black sea bass. Class
5, albicore. Class 6, striped bass. Class 7,
spotfin croaker. Class 8, corbina (surf fish).
Class 9, rock bass. Class 10, yellowfin. Class
11, mullet. Class 12, halibut.
Light tackle is defined as any rod measur-
ing six feet in length or over when set up, and
a standard nine-thread line of not to exceed
20 pounds breaking strain. Anglers must sub-
mit fifteen feet of their line for testing in case
of question. No limit on weight of rods.
At Aransas Pass a nine-thread line tarpon
club has been organized and the movement has
spread to the Atlantic coast, but at present it
flourishes only in the waters of Southern Cali-
fornia.
The nine-thread line has been selected partly
because it is the lightest linen line commonly
found in stock, and partly because it more
nearly meets the widely varying requirements
of heavy sea-fishing than any other. Since
line cannot be changed for every fish that
strikes it is necessary to select one that will
answer fairly well for the fish that run and the
conditions which prevail in any given locality.
Conditions are so favorable about Catalina
that a six thread line with a lifting strength of
but 12 lbs. would be amply sufficient for most
of the large game fish. The writer used all one
season a cheap and inferior nine thread line
which never tested over V/2 lbs. to the strand
and had no trouble in landing yellow-tail up
to 31 lbs., and albicore and white sea-bass
much heavier. Of course more fish were lost
on this line, but the sport was all the keener.
For all but tuna and the very large fish the
standard nine strand line testing not less than
2 lbs. to the strand is too strong, it develops
a heavy hand and encourages coarse methods.
The old sea-angler accustomed to his 24 or
36 strand line looks with dismay at the gossa-
mer-like nine strand, but until a man has
thoroughly tested it he has no idea how much
it will stand.
The fact is a line which will lift 18 lbs. is a
powerful factor, altogether too powerful for
nine-tenths of the sea fish taken on a hook.
Most of them do not have a "ghost of a show"
so far as the line is concerned ; if they get
away it is due to rocks, kelp, or something of
the kind, or to poor work on the part of the
angler.
While the adoption of the nine strand line
is a very great departure, it is the use of the
nine ounce rod that works the more radical
change. While light rods have been sporadic-
ally used in many waters they have not been
systematically developed and devised to meet
the conditions of the sport. The light rods
used have been trout, salmon, bass or other
fresh water rods which some angler happened
to have with him, but which were not made
for sea-work, and therefore afforded little
pleasure in use.
As already stated it is not at all difficult to
land a big game fish with a light trout rod.
Mr. G. Pinchot, Chief of Forest Service at
Washington, an enthusiastic angler, has
attempted to have made a rod which will
answer for all fishing from fly-casting to heavy
sea-trolling. He uses a ten foot, split bamboo
of the best make, that weighs 8 oz. and when
he visited Catalina waters for the first time
last August, he had no difficulty in landing
large albicore and yellow-tail. He has caught
tarpon, king fish, salmon, and trout on the
rod, and it seems to serve his purpose well,
one recommendation being that it packs in a
satchel and is always with him.
But it goes without saying that while a
rod may be devised that will cast a fly fairly
well and at the same time land a large game
salt-water fish, it cannot be perfectly adapted to
both, it must necessarily be a little too coarse
for the trout stream and a little too fine for
the sea. Heretofore sea-rods have been so
built they could be used on the principle of
the derrick, and that, too, whether the angler
were sitting or standing. The usual method
of holding them naturaly led to the develop-
ment of long powerful butts; which run from
18 to 24 inches in length and were neither
more nor less than huge pieces of wood. The
reels were correspondingly heavy, cumbersome
masses of mechanism — veritable 'winches'.
The use of a light rod with a short butt
makes a radical change. The use of a seat
socket is out of the question, and while a belt
socket is a great convenience it is not used
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in the same way as with a long butt. In all
active work the rod must be handled clear of
the body, the angler relying upon hand, wrist
and arm. It is free-hand fishing as dis-
tinguished from derrick work.
The writer has tried the eighteen inch butt
with six foot six ounce tip on all the game
fish about Catalina except the tuna, and it is
like catching herrings on a bamboo pole. The
rod was all out of proportion to the nine-
strand line. A five or six foot tip weighing six
ounces, with an eighteen inch butt, is power-
ful enough for a fifteen or eighteen thread
line. The tip may seem light, but it is the
butt which gives the angler the leverage and
permits him to play his catch in a position of
such ease that he does not tire.
It makes all the difference in the world
whether a man is compelled to fight the fish
with his left hand grasping the butt close to
the end, or whether he rests the butt and takes
hold eighteen inches higher up. Women and
children have no trouble whatsoever in hand-
ling the long butts even though the tips weigh
only four or five ounces, but they cannot handle
the very short butts on big fish without long
practice.
When the Light Tackle Club formulated
its rules it was expected that those who pre-
ferred longer and heavier butts would take
advantage of the right to use rods up to 16
ounces and have their tackle made accordingly,
but the desire to win records and prizes was
so keen that nearly every man, woman and
child demanded and used, as best they could.
a 9 ounce rod so as to get the benefit of the
allowance.
For instance, with a 16 ounce rod it was
necessary to land a 60 pound tuna, white sea
bass or albicore, or a 50 pound yellow-tail to
get the Club gold button; w^hile with a 9
ounce rod a 44 pound fish of the first three
species, or a 39 pound yellow-tail won the
coveted button. As a natural result there
sprang up an unprecedented demand for 9
ounce rods, a demand which was felt in every
factory and tackle store as far east as New
York and Boston. The dealers on the Pacific
Coast could not get rods enough.
But this phenomenal demand was not for 9-
ounce rods of normal proportions, but for rods
with butts as long and large as the old heavy
rods. To meet this demand the manufacturers
turned out large numbers of what might be
justly called imitation heavy rods, that is rods
with light tips and long, large butts, but the
butts were made of cork with small cores of
light soft wood, to bring the rod within 9
ounces. These rods looked well in the show-
case, and they handled well until a fish took
hold, then the butts would break, sometimes
just above the reel, sometimes just below,
letting reel and tip drop into the sea. The
writer saw four of these cork and pine or
bass-wood butts that were broken in one after-
noon. The parties who paid thirteen to six-
teen dollars for the rods were indignant when
they saw how flimsily the butts were made.
The dealers passed the complaints on to the
manufacturers who retorted they could not
make 9 ounce rods with 16 inch butts unless
they made the butts of cork and punk, — all of
which is perfectly true.
These conditions produced, during the past
season, a reaction in favor of heavy tackle.
Some of the manufacturers and dealers clam-
ored for unlimited butts, — for a return to the
old rule which provided for the weighing of
tip only, allowing a man to use any butt he
pleased. A few of the club members who had
been accustomed to long, heavy butts also
favored a return to the old practice. The
Tuna Club provided a red button for a 50
pound tuna landed wilth a 9 strand line and
a rod the tip of which should be not less than
5 feet in length and weigh not to exceed 6
ounces, any butt could be used. The pressure
was too strong, the Light Tackle Club yielded,
against the judgment of the writer, but a sav-
ing class was created specially for those who
prefer light rods and habitually use them, so
that the Club still remains a light tackle club
in the true sense of the term, and the only
sea-fishing club in the world, so far as known,
which has a class that calls for tackle of fresh
water dimensions for large game salt-water
fish, and requires that the entire rod be
weighed in.
To encourage the use of light tackle the
Club offers its gold star to the angler who
lands the requisite fish under the following
conditions :
Open to men only. Fee $5.00. Line —
Standard 9 thread. Rod — Wood, with detach-
able butt, tip may be of one or more pieces.
Length, including butt, not less than 6 feet.
Length of butt not to exceed 12 in. from end
to end. Weight, including butt, not to exceed
9 oz.
1. Tackle must be submitted to some officer
of club or member of weighing committee
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before they begin the season's fishing (not
each time they go out).
2. No hand-lines or heavier tackle (whether
owned by boatman or not) can be carried in
the boat. Extra rods coming within above
requirements can be carried for use in case
of accident.
3. Only one rod to each angler out at a
time. If two or more anglers are fishing from
one boat, each must use the tackle here pre-
scribed.
4. Boatman under no circumstances to touch
rod or line when hook is in water; he may
touch wire leader to steady fish for gaffing.
5. Angler may use the ordinary leather belt
socket, but he cannot use any pad, grip,
extension or device of any kind attached in
any manner to rod, unless same is weighed in
as part of rod.
6. A broken rod disqualifies catch.
When catch is weighed in both boatman and
angler must certify that above conditions have
been fully and honestly complied with.
The object being to promote the habitual
use of very light tackle a Gold Star will be
given the angler who, under above conditions,
lands on different days, two fish as follows :
2 tuna, each not less than 60 lbs.
or
1 60 lb. tuna and any one of the following;
A 40 lb. albicore,
A 40 lb. yellow-tail,
A 50 lb. white-sea-bass,
or
One fish of each of any two of the three
last named species— that is a 40 lb. albicore
and a 40 lb. 3'ellow-tail, or a 50 lb. white-sea-
bass and a 40 lb. yellow-tail, etc.
A fish of required weight caught one season
will stand to angler's credit during subsequent
seasons. If angler lands two or more fish of
required weights on same day only one will
be credited.
It will be observed that the length of the
butt is limited to 12 inches. This is to dis-
courage the use of the long cork and pine butts.
The writer has used the past season a split
bamboo rod of the following description :
Length 6 feet 5 inches. Butt 12 inches. Weight
of rod 8^4 ounces. Weight of butt ZYz ounces.
Butt is of hickory covered, in the usual man-
ner, with cork. The reel seat is not of metal
but wood, simply the hickory of the right di-
ameter at that point. Above the reel is a 2
inch cork grip which is very convenient in a
long hard contest.
Although the tip of this rod weighs less
than 55^ ounces, it is altogether too stiff for
any fish short of the tuna ; it is too stiff for a
9 strand line, it is too stiff to be graceful and
pretty in action. It should be at least six
inches longer and a good half ounce or ounce
lighter. But rods of different makes differ so
that another built by another maker to pre-
cisely the same specifications might not be half
so strong and stiff.
Experience has proven that a 9 ounce rod
with a butt not to exceed 12 inches in length
can be built which will handle any game sea
fish, even tuna of 60 pounds or more. When it
comes to tuna the trouble is not in the rod,
but the line. They take out line so fast in
their long rushes that a 9 strand is often
parted by its drag in the water while running
free at the reel.
Rock-bass and white-fish from one pond to
eight or ten pounds afford rare sport with a
light bass casting rod, a small quadruple reel
and a No. 3 silk line. Were it not for the big
fish these smaller ones would be highly prized.
As it is a man now and then turns up who
scorns the "big ones" and devotes his time
to the little.
Of all the small fish about Catalina the skip-
jack, averaging four or five pounds, are the
gamest. Ounce for ounce they are gamer than
any of the large fish and their play is in-
comparably prettier. They are found near the
surface in deep water and once among them it
is easy to keep them about the boat all day
long by the use of chum. As trimly shaped as
the tuna and more beautifully marked than
any of the fish named, it is a pleasure to
see them darting through the water after the
pieces of chum, becoming more and more
excited as they appear in greater numbers and
fight for the bait.
The skip-jack dart hither and thither like a
trout. They do not often come clear out of
water but they frequently break the surface
and make wide sweeps just beneath. Their
play is so nervous that for seconds at a time
the tip of the rod quivers as if it were attached
to some electrical vibrating machine. The
rapidity with which they move — really vibrate
— the tail is something phenomenal. As they
are not used for food no one goes fishing for
them, but as they can be easily released with-
out gaffing or injury there is no reason why
they should not be sought after with very light
bass tackle, and certainly no bass will put up
any such lightning-like fight.
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official organ
Olympic Athletic Club
and the California Fish and Game
Protective Associations
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(incorporated)
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San Francisco. Cal.. and not to individuals connected
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changes or discontinuances, must be in band not later
than the 10th of the month preceding date of issue, in
order to insure attention.
FOR A NON-SALE LAW.
In the name of the People of California we de
mand at the hands of onr Legislature, at its next
session, the enactment and embodiment in onr game
law of a statutory elanse prohibiting the sale in
this State of any game bird of any description what-
soever, and fixing a commensurate penalty for any
violation thereof.
GAME FUNDS AND GAME
IN A well considered article under the above
caption, the A merican Field says :
"Fifty thousand to two hundred thousand dollars a
year — sucj is the range of the amount of money paid
to individual states by shooters for the privilege of
hunting game birds and animals during legal, open
seasons. In ten states the sum total would exceed a
million dollars annually — an amount sufficient to stock
the states with an everlasting supply of game birds!
What is the matter with the people of this country?"
We cannot answer for other communities,
but the matter with the people of California
is too much politics in the appointment of a
commission that can only be effective when it
is absolutely free from politics both in its ap-
pointment and its management. A commission
for the preservation of the game interests of
any State, to fill the purposes of its creation,
must be composed of men of peculiar attain-
ments and special fitness.
Of these the first and most important is that
the commissioner must be a practical sports-
man, fully conversant with the game of the
State and its general condition. He must have
a knowledge of the value of the game, not
alone through the millions of dollars spent
annually and put into general circulation by
those who are able, or at least willing to pay
dearly for the pleasure its pursuit affords them,
but a knowledge as well of its value as a
means of healthful recreation for all classes,
lie must be uncompromising in his adherence
to the most advanced thought of practical
game protection, for if he believes that one
pound of any species of this game which forms
one of the most valuable resources of the
State should be allowed to become an article
of commerce he is as devoid of the qualifications
of a commissioner as a wolf would be for
the guardianship of a band of sheep. His
business connections must be such that he has
plenty of time to personally attend to the
duties of the office, instead of depending upon
some employe whose only interest in the
cause is the salary he receives for a perfunc-
tory compliance with the law in minor cases
and an occasional arrest, widely heralded in
the newspapers, for the sake of making a
showing.
A game commissioner must be a man of
iron will and inflexible purpose, who will
ignore the ties of friendship, of business as-
sociations and political obligations in the per-
formance of his duties, and in exacting a faith-
ful service from his employes. Whenever and
wherever politics or friendship enters into the
appointment of game commissioners, or in the
hiring of their employes, these most necessary
qualifications are very generally absent.
The appointing power if actuated by politics
will look to the political claims of the candi-
date, instead of to his real fitness for the place.
Then the political appointee will have political
debts to pay in the appointment of his sub-
ordinates, either personal or through his
political friends. Then again, political influ-
ences will be brought to bear upon him in his
administration of the laws; all of which tend
to the very condition our contemporary com-
plains of in voicing the sentiments of the great
mass of sportsmen of the land.
It is a deplorable fact that the great majority
of men elected as governors of our States
possess far more of the elements of the suc-
cessful politician than of the true statesman,
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289
and therefore cannot rise above the narrow
plane of politics in the selection of game com-
missioners whose instincts and training fit
them for those important positions, instead of
choosing them because of their political in-
fluence.
Once, and once only, has a governor of Cali-
fornia ignored all political influences in the
appointment of game commissioners. Ex-
Governor Gage, in his first appointment, went
outside of his party and selected a model com-
missioner— a gentleman who has spent the
best years of his life in the field and possessed
a perfect knowledge of the game and game
conditions of the State. Devoted at heart to
the cause of game protection, with no business
complications to warp either his views or his
actions, and with the moral backbone to de-
mand of the most wealthy citizen or influential
corporation a strict compliance with the laws,
while his health permitted he gave nearly half
of his time to the duties of the office, and ex-
acted from his employes a faithful, fearless
and impartial performance of their duties.
During his short administration as president
of the board he did more for genuine game
protection than all of his predecessors and suc-
cessors combined. And when, after an illness
of eight months, he resigned, it was regretted
by every sportsman of the State. In the same
article the Field asks another question that we
of California can answer with emphasis. It
asks :
"But where are the state game protective associa-
tions; or, to be specific, where is the state game pro-
tective association which has met as one body, of
late years, for the sole purpose of putting its shoulder
to the wheel of game protection, appointed a numerous
and influential committee to go before the Legislature
to demand that the hundreds of thousands of dollars
being paid into the state game fund be profitably ex-
pended and accounted for; where is the state game
protective association that has demanded the appoint-
ment of state game commissioners and wardens be-
cause of special fitness and aptitude for the positions,
and then backed them up with its moral and public
spirited influence — yea, even political influence?"
The California Game and Fish Protective
Association has met annually since its organi-
zation on May 26, 1900, for the sole purpose of
"putting its shoulder to the wheel of game pro-
tection," and at each session of the State Legis-
lature has, in the face of difficulties and oppos-
ing forces that would have discouraged anyone
but a Californian, fought through the legis-
lature every valuable clause now in the game
laws of the State.
At the first session after its organization, it
demanded and secured the passage of a law
placing a bag limit, not alone on the number
of birds or animals one might kill, but as well
on the number that one could have in one's
possession. It also secured the enactment of a
law prohibiting the sale of quail, and shorten-
ing the open season on all game one month.
In this, strange as it may seem, the association
had the active opposition of two of the three
members then of the commission.
The California Game and Fish Protective
Association has each legislative year carefully
considered the necessary changes that should
be made in the laws, and at each session of the
legislature had its representatives present to
urge their enactment. And while for the last
four years it has had the active opposition of
the full board of commissioners and their
chief deputy, it has secured the enactment of
the following laws and amendments :
A limit on deer to two for the season and
making it a misdemeanor to allow dogs to run
deer in the close season. A limit of twenty-five
on all shore birds and the prohibition of the
sale of all game except ducks. A close season
on English snipe. A close season on tree squir-
rels. A shorter season on doves and a reduc-
tion in the bag limit from fifty to twenty-five,
and on ducks from fifty to thirty-five. A limit
on the number and size of trout, and the pro-
hibition of their sale when under one pound in
weight. The law requiring all game to be
shipped in open view; punishing common car-
riers for receiving more than the lawful num-
ber, and prohibiting the shipment of all game
out of the State. And last, though by no means
least, the enactment of a hunting license law,
after the Senate Fish and Game Committee, at
the instigation of the commissioners, had re-
ported "that it do not pass." The association
also defeated before the legislature, two years
ago, an infamous bill, introduced at the request
of the commission, to license market hunters,
game dealers, hotels and restaurants in a nom-
inal sum, and exempt them from the provisions
of the bag limit law.
Besides all these most necessary laws — none
of which would be today on the statute books
but for the untiring efforts of the California
Game and Fish Protective Association, it has
through its educational work changed the
whole trend of public thought regarding the
fish and game laws, making convictions easy
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where a few years ago they were impossible,
and a license law popular that will net the
State not less than $80,000 per year.
To the question of our contemporary the
California Association can further answer that
it has demanded of the governor the appoint-
ment of men specially qualified for the posi-
tions, men whose titness stood out as plain as
the sun in a clear sky. Hut with the last two
governors of the State politics has been dearer
to them than their ante-election pledges, and
they turned down the request — yea, the im-
perative demand — of over 75,000 voters. One
of them saw the effect of his treachery, when
in turn he was turned down for a rcnomina-
tion. The present incumbent apparently has
not yet realized that the independent sports-
nun's vote is greater than his total majority,
and was given him because of his promises.
He may yet redeem them, now that he sees that
there are over 75,000 sportsmen voters in the
State, the majority of whom are ready at any
time to throw politics to the wind for the sake
of consistent game protection, which they know
from past experience can only be had through
the appointment of active sportsmen, specially
fitted by instinct and training for the import-
ant position of fish and game commissioners.
OUR CONVENTION AT LOS ANGELES
EVERY sportsman in California who is
able to afford the time, should make it
a point to attend the Annual Convention of
the California Game and Fish Protective
Association which is to convene at Los An-
geles, November 8-10 inclusive. This will
be one of the most important conventions
in the history of the association ; there are
matters of weight and urgency that must be
settled without delay, issues of vital impor-
tance that affect the futurity of our sport
to be discussed, new conditions to be met.
Altogether it will be a banner meet in every
respect — particularly so in social features if
Los Angeles's good right hand has not lost
its cunning.
Among other topics of paramount interest
will be the discussion of the expenditure of
the large amount of money accruing from
the collection of hunting license fees. It is
logical to assume that if, as the result of the
careful deliberations of our State's sportsmen
in convention assembled, we arrive at a unani-
mous consensus of opinion as to how this
money should be expended so as to bring the
best results to our game interests, the Board
of Fish Commissioners will extend such a
conclusion their careful recognition. It is the
sportsmen who are paying the fiddler and
they are justly entitled, under the circum-
stances, to some voice in the matter of what
the dance shall be.
The only policy to be pursued with good
effect is one of harmonious and concerted
action between the Commission and the
sportsmen, and we earnestly hope that such
harmonious relations may be permanently
established. Should any other conditions
materialize, it will not be the fault of the
sportsmen ; we are eager to work shoulder
to shoulder, cheek by jowl, with the Com-
mission and its attaches; but we J re entitled
to — and will ftrenuously demand — co-opera-
tion that will be not only genuine and effective
but courteous and cordial as well.
A measuie that we strongly advocate, and
one that we will introduce and champion in
the convention, is that of a seasonal bag
limit — that is, a limit to be placed on the
number of birds and fishes that may be taken
each season by any one; this, of course, being
an additional restriction to the present daily
bag limit. We think this will appeal to all
genuine sportsmen — and the other kind we
don't care a rap about. There is already a
seasonal limit on deer ; why not on ducks,
quail, snipe, trout and bass as well?
At the coming convention each local pro-
tective Association registered with the sec-
retary of the State association will be entitled
a representation of five delegates, and we
earnestly ask that such representation ma-
terialize in the flesh at Los Angeles. The
entertainment menu put up by the City of
Angels includes a fishing trip to the wonder-
ful Catalina Islands, duck, snipe and quail
shooting galore, and a hundred and one other
features that make for a royal time. Reduced
rates will be extended to all delegates, their
families and friends. Simply make requisition
with Secretary E. A. Mocker, Capitola, who
will make all arrangements in the matter.
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291
President,
H. T. Payne, 725 Baker Street, San Francisco.
Vice-Presidents,
C. L. Powell, Pleasanton; Dr. I. W. Hays, Grass
Valley; A. S. Nichols, Sierraville; H. W. Keller, Los
Angeles, and Chase Littlejohn, Redwood City.
Executive Committee — C. W. Hibbard, San Fran-
cisco; W. W. Richards, Oakland; A. M. Barker, San
Jose; Frank H. Mayer, San Francisco, and J. H.
Schumacher, Los Angeles.
Membership Committee — E. A. Mocker, Capitola;
W. C Correll, Riverside, and R. H. Kelly, Santa
Cruz.
Committee on Legislation— H. W. Keller, C. W.
Hibbard, J. B. Hauer, A. R Orr, and W. Scott Way.
Secretary-Treasurer.
E. A. Mocker, 1316 Hayes Street.
County Associations — Their Secretaries and Ad-
dresses :
Alameda County Fish and Game Protective Ass'n
— A. L. Henry, Sec.-Treas., Livermore, Cal.
Alturas— R. A. Laird, Sec, Alturas, Cal.
Angels — Walter Tryon, Sec, Angels Camp, Cal.
Arroyo Grande — S. Clevenger, Sec, Arroyo
Grande, Cal.
Auburn — E. A. Francis, Sec, Auburn, Cal.
Boulder Creek— J. H. Aran, Sec, Boulder Creek,
Cal.
Audubon Society of California — W. Scott Way,
Sec, Pasadena, Cal.
California Rod and Gun Club Association — 316
Mills Building, San Francisco, Cal.
Chico, , Sec, Chico, Cal.
Cloverdale— C. H. Smith, Sec, Cloverdale, Cal.
Colusa— S. J. Gilmour, Sec, Colusa, Cal.
Corning— Mason Case, Sec, Corning, Cal.
Covelo— H. W. Schutler, Sec, Covelo, Cal.
Deer Creek— Jos. Mitchell, Sec, Hot Springs, Cal.
Fort Bragg— Thos. Burns, Sec, Fort Bragg, Cal.
Fresno — D. Dismukes, Sec, Fresno, Cal.
Grass Valley — John Mulroy, Sec, Grass Valley,
Cal.
Healdsburg F. and G. P. Ass'n— J. H. Kruse,
Secretary, Healdsburg.
Hollister— Wm. Higby, Sec, Hollister, Cal.
Humboldt— Julius Janssen, Sec, Humboldt, Cal.
Jackson— O. H. Reichling, Sec, Jackson, Cal.
Kelseyville — Chas. H. Pugh, Sec, Kelseyville, Cal.
Kern County— E. F. Pueschel, Sec, Bakersfield,
Cal.
Kings County— S. S. Mullins, Sec, Hanford,
Cal.
Lakeport — B. F. Mclntyre, Sec, Lakeport, Cal.
Laytonville— J. G. Dill, Sec, Laytonville, CaJ.
Lodi— Greer McDonald, Sec, Lodi, Cal.
Lompoc— W. R. Smith, Sec, Lompoc, Cal.
Los Angeles — L. Herzog, Sec, Los Angeles, Cal.
Madera— Joe Bancroft, Sec, Madera, Cal.
Marysville — R. B. Boyd, Sec, Marysville, Cal.
Mendocino City — O. L. Stanley, Sec, Mendocino
City, Cal.
Mohawk Valley F. and G. P. Association— Fred
King, Sec.-Treas., Cleo, Plumas County.
Monterey County Fish and Game Protective Ass'n
— B. Ramsey, Sec, Monterey.
Napa— W. West, Sec, Napa, Cal.
Nevada City— Fred C. Brown, Sec, Nevada City,
Cal.
Oroville— G. T. Graham, Sec, Oroville, Cal.
Oxnard— Roy B. Witman, Sec, Oxnard, Cal.
Paso Robles— T. W. Henry, Sec, Paso Robles,
Cal.
Petaluma— Jos. Steiger, Sec, Petaluma, Cal.
Pescadero— C. J. Coburn, Sec, Pescadero, Cal.
Porterville— G. R. Lumley, Sec, Porterville, Cal.
Quincy— T. F. Spooner, Sec, Quincy, Cal.
Red Bluff— W. F. Luning, Sec, Red Bluff, Cal.
Redding— Dr. B. F. Belt, Sec, Redding, Cal.
Redlands— Robert Leith, Sec, Redlands, Cal.
Redwood City — C. Littlejohn, Sec, Redwood City,
Cal.
Riverside — Joe Shields, Sec, Riverside, Cal.
San Andreas — Will A. Dower, Sec, San Andreas,
Cal.
San Rafael — H. E. Robertson, Sec, San Rafael,
Cal.
Santa Ana — J. W. Carlyle, Sec, Santa Ana, Cal.
Santa Barbara— E. C. Tallant, Sec, Santa Bar-
bara, Cal.
San Bernardino — F. C. Moore, Sec, San Bernar-
dino, Cal.
Santa Clara— J. H. Faull, Sec, San Jose, Cal.
Santa Cruz— R. Miller, Sec, Santa Cruz, Cal.
San Diego— A. D. Jordan, Sec, San Diego, Cal.
San Francisco Fly Casting Club— F. W. Brother-
ton, Sec, 29 Wells-Fargo Building, San Francisco,
Cal.
Sanger— H. C. Coblentz, Sec, Sanger, Cal.
Santa Maria — L. J. Morris, Sec, Santa Maria,
Cal.
Santa Rosa — Miles Peerman, Sec, Santa Rosa,
Cal.
San Luis Obispo— H. C. Knight, Sec, San Luis
Obispo, Cal.
Salinas— J. J. Kelley, Sec, Salinas, Cal.
Selma— J. J. Vanderburg, Sec, Selma, Cal.
Sierra— Dr. S. H. Crow, Sec, Sierraville, Cal.
Sierra Co., F. and G. Association— F. B. Sparks,
Sec, Loyalton, Cal.
Siskiyou — W. A. Sharp, Sec, Sisson, Cal.
Santa Paula— Dr. R. L. Poplin, Sec, Santa Paula,
Cal.
Sacramento County — A. Hertzey, Sec, Sacramen-
to, Cal.
Sonora— J. A. Van Harlingen, Sec, Sonora, Cal.
Stockton— R. L. Quisenberry, Sec, Stockton, Cal.
Susanville— R. M. Rankin, Sec, Susanville, Cal.
Sutter Creek— L. F. Stinson, Sec, Three Rivers,
Cal.
Truckee River F. and G. Ass'n— A. F. Schlumpf,
Truckee, Cal.
Ukiah — Sam D. Paxton, Sec, Ukiah, Cal.
Vallejo— J. V. O'Hara, Sec, Vallejo, Cal.
Ventura — M. E. V. Bogart, Sec, Ventura, Cal.
Visalia— Thomas A. Chaten, Sec, Visalia, Cal.
Watsonville— Ed Winkle, Sec, Watsonville, Cal.
Willits— Chester Ware, Sec, Willits, Cal.
Woodland — W. F. Huston, Sec, Woodland, Cal.
West Berkeley — Charles Hadlan, Sec, West Ber-
keley, Cal.
Yreka— F. E. Autenreith, Sec, Yreka. Cal.
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California Game and Fish Laws 1907 1909
HUNTING 1 ICBNBBS — Residents ll.OO; non-resident-.
PS.00, Licenses must be carried
■ Lenud,
SALEuf all inline ami birds prohibited except ducks, geese
Sale of Trout under one ( 1 ) pound or Striped Bass
uivW tin. nl'ited.
\ HI aw ml at ALL TiMKS to shoot game between half
ud ball hour before sunrise; or to net or
tnpany SUM ialmih or birds, or to take the eggs or destroy
i {tme or other wild birds ; or to shoot on enclosed
ed grounds, when posted, without permission ; or
to kill Uy I lk. Dm, Pawn, Antelope. Mountain Sheep. Swan,
Imported Quail, Grouse, Sage-hen, Blue or White
HerOD t Crane "), Se,t-gidl or any non-game birds except
Geese, Brant, Sharp-shinned, Cooper"s and Duck Hawks,
Great Horned Owl, 1-nglish SparTOW, Linnet. Blue Jay.
Butcher Bird (Shrike} ud such fish eating birds as are not
mentioned above.
SHIPPING Gamb-A11 game and fish must be sliipped in
open view, with name and address of shipper.
OPEN SEASONS.
DEER— (Bucks only* July 15 to Oct. 1. Limit 2 for the
season. Dogs can only be used for trailing wounded deer.
Valley gt'AiL. Curlew and other Shore Birds-
Oct. 15 to Feb. 15.
Mountain Qva
DOVES— July 15 to Oct. 15. Limit 25 per day.
DUCKS— Oct. 1 to Feb. 15. Limit 35 per day.
Wilson or ""Jack'* Snipe— Oct. 15 to April 1.
1 B i
SQUIB
L— Sept. 1 to Jan. I. Limit 12 i
Salmon— Oct. 23 to Sept. 17 of the following year.
(Closed above tide water from Oct. 23 to Nov. 15].
TROUT AND White fish— (Hook and line only), May 1
to Nov. 15. Limit 50 fish (but not to exceed 25 lbs.) No fish
less than 5 inches in length.
r ] Limit 50 fish not less than 5 inches in length.
Black Bass— (Hook and line only, ) June 1 to Jan. 1.
Limit 50 fish.
Golden Trout, Sturgeon and Sacramento perch
--•NO open season.
PENALTIES— Killing Elk, imprisonment from 1 to 2
vears ; killing Does, Fawns, Antelope or Mountain Sheep,
j?0 to Js r imprisonment. \ iolating any other game law.
$25 to $500 or Imprisonment. Violating any fish law, $20 to
$500 or imprisonment. Using any explosives for killing fish.
$250 or imprisonment. Attempted violation punishable same
as actual violation.
GAME LAWS IN HANDY FORM
We present herewith a full sized cut of a handsome
aluminum card, issued by Western Field for the
benefit of Sportsmen, which gives at a glance a
condensed, yet sufficiently complete resume of the
game laws of California.
These handsome metal cards — which are very light
and of a convenient size to carry in the vest
pocket — will be sent to anyone free. Simply enclose
two cent stamp for return postage and same will
be forwarded without delay. Dealers in sporting
goods will be supplied with quantities for free dis-
tribution on request. Address Western Field Co.,
609-10 Mutual Savings Bank Building, San Fran-
cisco.
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293
THE DEER THAT WASN'T SHOT
THE established rule of the hunt declares that the
quarry must lead and the huntsman follow ; but
all rules have their exceptions. That there is an
exception to this rule of the hunt I am certain, for
with my own eyes I witnessed the amusing occurrence
in which the process was reversed. It happened this
summer while a friend and I were idling away a few
weeks amid the mountains in the northwestern por-
tion of Sonoma County.
One of the ranch-owners near where we were
stopping was in a hurry to get his hay under cover,
but was short-handed. My friend and I volunteered
our services. During one of the trips with the
empty hay wagon from the barn to the field from
which we were hauling the hay, the rancher was
telling us how in years gone by he had killed
a great many deer in one of the enclosures which
lay on the hill, a hundred yards or so above his
house. He had scarcely finished recounting the
story of hunting in other days, when our attention
was attracted to a large buck which made its way
out of a clump of bushes in the very field of which
the rancher had been speaking. It was a magnifi-
cent animal, and as it stood some two hundred
yards off furnished a target that was more than
tempting, even for a poor marksman. But as hay
is handled with pitchforks instead of firearms, there
was not a rifle on the wagon.
Determined to have a shot at the buck if possible
the rancher dropped from the wagon, and keeping
well concealed from the sight of the deer, hastily
ran back to the house to procure his rifle. Still
under cover of the brow of the hill, he climbed
upward, taking pains to keep to the windward. All
the while the deer remained in plain view of us.
Just as the rancher got in a position where he could
have got a chance to display
however, the buck, seemingly ur
so doing it had undoubtedly saved his life, slowly
sauntered back into the bushes from which it had
come. Not discouraged at finding the buck gone,
the rancher continued his climb upward and was
soon lost to sight in the bushes.
Scarcely had the man disappeared from view when
the buck reappeared, slowly walking out of the
bushes a few yards from the spot where it kad
entered. Thinking that by warning the rancher
rksmanship,
that by
he might retrace his steps and meet the deer face
to face, we whistled. As the sound reached him
the buck trotted along the hillside until it came to
the open through which it had passed at first, and
was again lost to view. The rancher upon hearinf
our whistles started back, but instead of directly
retracing his steps, continued around the hill and
in so doing did not see the deer the second time.
By going around the hill rather than coming directly
back, he was practically followed by the deer for
which he was hunting.
BURTON JACKSON WYMAN.
THE REED-McMILLIN COLLECTION
OF BIG GAME HEADS
THE founders of the National Collection of Heads
and Horns, which is being formed by the sports-
men of America, and will be permanently owned
and exhibited in the New York Zoological Park, has
recently secured a notable addition. Through the
liberality of Emerson McMillin, Esq., of New York, a
member of the Camp- Fire Club, an art connoisseur
and a thorough sportsman, the famous collection
which for several years past has been exhibited in the
Union Club, Victoria, British Columbia, and known as
the "Reed Collection," has been purchased, shipped
to New York, and temporarily installed in the
Lion House at the New York Zoological Park.
The collection consists of the largest and finest
heads of Alaskan moose, Alaskan and British Colum-
bian caribou, big brown bears, white mountain
sheep and walrus, ever brought together.
During the years when big moose and caribou
were abundant on the Kenai Peninsula, and in
other accessible districts of Alaska, an English
sportsman, Mr. A. S. Reed, then residing in Victoria,
British Columbia, made many hunting trips to the
best game districts of both Alaska and British
Columbia. He spent several winters in the far
Northwest, with the Indians, in order to hunt moose
and caribou when they were in their finest condi-
tion as to antlers, and to hunt the big brown
bears when their pelage was at its best. In fact,
Mr. Reed had his pick of the big game at the
time when it was most plentiful ; and the finest
specimens taken by him were saved for his col-
lection.
It is very doubtful if it would now be possible
for anyone to form a collection of heads and skins
from the Northwest which in size, massiveness and
general perfection could equal the great gathering
made by Mr. Reed. Today the caribou has entirely
disappeared from the Kenai Peninsula, and the
moose of that peninsula may be hunted no longer.
Brown bears of the enormous proportions which
once were obtained, are now becoming exceedingly
rare, — the great majority of those killed weighing
much less than 1000 pounds. The largest bear
skin in the collection is not only of very great
size, but its pelage is unusually long and fine. Its
value has recently been estimated by Mr. Paul
Niedieck, a German sportsman who is familiar with
Alaskan animals generally, at $1000. When last
in New York, he declared that it is the finest
bear skin in the world. Mr. Niedieck not only
estimated the value of the Reed Collection at
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$10,000 but stated that had it not been purchased
for the National Collection, he would willingly
pay that sum for it.
Of the six moose heads which the collection con-
tains, the largest has a spread of 76 inches, with
■ width of pnlmation which can only be described
as enormous. The other moose heads have a spread
measure, respectively, of 74, 72, 67 and 64 inches.
The 76-inch head is regarded by some experts
• ill., have seen it as the finest moose head in the
world, — at least so far as known. There is one
other head which has a spread of 7S]/i inches; but
its width of palmation is much less than that of
Mr. Reed's grand prize.
The caribou heads are, in their way, as fine as
the moose heads, but at this moment, measurements
are not available. Perhaps the most notable speci-
men is that representing Osborn's Caribou (Rangifer
osborni), from the Cassiar Mountains of British
Columbia, which by Mr. Madison Grant is regarded
as being in all probability the finest caribou head
in the world. This does not mean, however, that
it has the greatest length of beam.
The Reed Collection was secured just i„ time to
forestall its transfer to the British Museum. Mr.
Reed had already concluded to present it to that
institution, but the founding of the National Col-
lection of Heads and Horns in New York appealed
to him so strongly that he was prevailed upon to
sell his collection to Mr. McMillin's agent for
exactly half its value,— $5000. The negotiations were
conducted by Mr. W. T. Hornaday, who, early last
spring, secured an option from Mr. Reed on his
collection, and then laid the matter before Mr.
McMillin, who promptly authorized the purchase
of it, as his gift. In addition to the purchase
price, Mr. McMillin contributed $500, to cover
the cost of packing the collection and transporting
it to New York. It reached New York on October
10th, and has been stored, temporarily, in one of
the storage rooms of the Lion House.
Next year, when the Administration building is
ill be exhibited in the picture gallery,
he other objects in the National
ELWIN R. SANBORN.
OF INTEREST TO ANGLERS
A CONFERENCE of anglers is to be held in New
York City at the National History Museum on
November 11th, at 8:15 p. m. Dr. Henry Van
Dyke will preside at the meeting, when general dis-
cussion will be invited upon topics of mutual interest,
particularly existing conditions unsatisfactory to
fishermen which can be best remedied by concerted
action. The vicious use of nets and spears, pollution
of streams, inadequate game laws, unsportsman-like
tackle, etc., will be given attention. Papers will be
read by Dr. van Dyke, author of "Little Rivers." Dr.
David S. Joidan, President of Leland Stanford, Jr.,
University, California, Prof. Barton W. Evermann,
U. S. Fisheries Bureau, Prof. Charles F. Holder,
President Santa Catalina Island Tuna Club of Cali-
fornia, Mr. Charles Hallock, Founder of "Forest and
Stream."
Anglers in general are invited to attend and should
find the proceedings interesting and profitable. Among
the prominent Clubs supporting the movement are
the Santa Catalina Island Tuna Club, National Asso-
ciation Scientific Angling Clubs, Aransas Pass Tarpon
Club, several State Fish and Game Protective Asso-
ciations, etc.
ADVANCE NOTICE
THE Fifth Semi-Annual Dinner of the Canadian
Camp will be given at the Hotel Astor, New
York City, in November (date to be determined
shortly), and as usual, will be a notable affair. The
Committee in charge is working to outdo all previous
occasions.
This customary notice is sent out now, inviting
members to send in contributions of game, fish,
animals or birds. All such should be shipped direct
to Merchant's Refrigerator Co., Jersey City, N. J.,
marked "For Canadian Camp," and should reach
there before November 10th. Credit will be given
upon the menu for every article of game contributed.
THE SMELL OF THE HEATHER
'M DREAMING a dream of the sea and the meadows.
The woodlands and mountains where firs tower tall;
Of dells and the rest in their cool, quiet shadows,
But the smell of the heather is over them all.
I'm dreaming a dream of the lily's caresses,
Of roses like censers when vesper-bells call;
The perfume that breathes in a loved one's tresses,
But the smell of the heather is over it all.
So over each bourne whither loving thoughts wander.
O'er flowers that are fairest when their petals shall
fall,
As the dream I am dreaming grows fond and yet
fonder,
Ah, the smell of the heather is over it all.
— Maurice Smiley.
EH
NORTHWEST
DERtftTMENT
m
Conducted by August Wolf
EER and bear will be plentiful in
the North Fork river district in
northern Idaho this fall and winter
and on the whole the season should
be the best that sportsmen have yet
experienced in this part of the
country."
Tuat is the good news brought
by L. T. Wilson, deputy game
warden of Idaho, who says the
hunting season has been the best
in years, as the mild weather of
the winter and summer has tended to increase the
game abundantly. Grouse and pheasants are also
reported to be plentiful in nearly every locality,
while Mr. Wilson reports that many deer and bear
have been seen by him on some of his trips. Ac-
cording to reports from the ranchers and timber
cruisers, the feeding grounds along the North
Fork river show signs of being visited by these
animals in great numbers.
Several fishing parties returning from the head-
waters of the river report seeing large bands of
deer and one fisherman who penetrated far up
Independence creek, one of the headwaters of the
North Fork, says he ran on to a large band of
elks browsing in a grassy valley in the heavily
timbered district along the divide between the Pend
d'Oreille district and the Coeur d'Alene region. He
also says he saw evidences of many more elk in
that neighborhood, and excellent hunting could be
had there if the snow did not get too deep to make
the trip, as it is far from any good trails and can
only be reached by following the streams flowing
south to the river.
The belt of unexplored land northeast of Spokane,
between the Kootenai river on the north and the
Coeur d'Alene river on the south, is, according to
the reports of those who have ever traveled through
its borders, probably the greatest fishing and hunt-
ing grounds in the Northwest and will remain so
for many years on account of the difficulty of
access. Game animals of all kinds inhabit its
mountains and valleys, unmolested by hunters in
winter on account of the deep snows, and barely
disturbed in summer by the fisherman or timber
s probably the only district in Idaho
are still unmolested, and within its
; many small lakes and
dustrious animals, which
cruiser
where beaver
great timbered
pools inhabited by these
still enjoy freedom from the trapper because of
their secure retreat and because of stringent laws
made for their protection.
Three bears in a day's hunt, all taken within
fourteen miles of Spokane, is the new record of
Tom Hopper, hunter and trapper. Hopper, ac-
companied by Ed Hearst and Charles Alsop of
England, landed his game in the foothills northeast
of the city a short time ago. He had heard of
the reports of annoyance to farmers in that vicinity
by a big black bear which was in the habit of
robbing orchards. He received a letter from his
brother, John Hopper, at Foothill, asking him to
come with his dogs and make a hunt for the bear.
The trio made the trip and hunted one day without
success, but the following day Tom bagged the
game. Let him tell it in his own words :
"We hunted down on to J. D. Judkin's ranch,
a few miles east of Foothill. The dogs struck a
scent and treed a big black bear. After disposing
of bruin we went to Smith's ranch, a couple of
miles north, and there found a large brown bear
busily engaged in the orchard. The dogs sent him
up a tree, too, but not until they had had a good
fight. After we had killed the brown bear and
gone to the house, I concluded that there must
be another bear around there. We went down, and
sure enough, we landed a yearling. All of the bears
wa got were fat and in good condition."
George Ullery, a farmer living south of Palouse,
and brother of John Ullery, or "Beaver Jack," as
he was best known, trapper and hunter who was
lost in the Bitter Roots on the middle fork of
the Clearwater last winter, has gone in search of
his brother's remains. He is accompanied by State
Senator H. M. Boone, C. M. Mecklem, R. T.
Cox and J. W. Myers, experienced hunters. The
party will camp at the summit cabin, which was
owned by "Beaver Jack," and conduct their search
from there. Mr. Ullery has no hope of finding
his brother alive, but is anxious to locate the body
and give it decent burial. He made a trip into
the mountains but the snow was too deep for
him to accomplish anything. "Beaver Jack" left
civilization early last fall for his cabin in the moun-
tains, intending to return before the snows came.
He did not return and during the winter several
searching parties went into the mountains to look
for him, but could find no trace of him or his
Report of an unusual and interesting trial for
violation of the Idaho fish and game law has been
received from Chief Deputy W:arden Livingston,
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showing that it was held in the woods, and the
record posted on a tree up in Fremont county.
Deputies James L. Dunford and Theodore France
came upon a fishing party near Big Springs and
intercepted the members. One man produced a
license, while the second said he had left his
license at camp near the Stamp ford, eight miles
distant.
The deputies agreed to go to C3mp with the
man to get the license and had covered three miles
of the distance when the man confessed he had none,
and was placed under arrest.
It was agreed to go before a justice of the peace
and give the prisoner an immediate hearing, when
Mr. Clark of St. Anthony rode up alongside. He
was asked where was the nearest justice of the
peace. He replied that he knew of none closer
than himself, and said that he was prepared to
hold court. Formal complaint was made, court
convened, the offender pleaded guilty and was fined
$10 and costs, which he paid, and was dismissed,
and, paying a license, returned to his partner short
of pocket but wiser. On a tree in the forest is
posted a copy of the proceedings of the case,
wherein J. B. Guttery of Nebraska was the de-
fendant, that all offenders may beware.
George Gray of Silver Lake, near Spokane, caught
one of the largest catfish ever taken from that body
of water. The fish was of the blue channel variety,
weighed twenty pounds, and was more than two feet
in length. Mr. Gray was fishing for carp, and
had his hook baited with several grains of sweet
corn, never expecting to find game so large. This
is the sixth catfish caught in Silver Lake. J. M.
Lathburn brought from Eastern points fifty each
of the blue channel, and mud cat and the flathead,
ten years ago, and turned tiiem loose in the lake,
and it is believed there are no others in the State.
The fifth one, caught two weeks ago, weighed
twenty-three pounds.
George McMullin of Priest lake, has returned
to Spokane. He says fishing at the lake is ex*
cellent and the fish are plentiful and biting well.
Sixty thousand trout fry are on the way to the lake.
The stock is not depleted but it is the intention to
keep the lake fully stocked. It will require three
years for the trout to mature and in this time
there will be thousands of fish taken from the lake.
Seventy-five varieties of northern birds have just
been received at the State college at Pullman, south
of Spokane. They were captured and mounted by
Prof. W. T. Shaw of the college faculty, in the
last two months in the neighborhood of Sitka. The
collection contains a "surf bird," which is rare,
its breeding grounds being unknown.
Henry C. Little, George Baker and Ralph Spears,
who have just returned from their annual outing
in the Cascade mountains, had a series of exciting
and interesting experiences. At Wallow Lake, a
small body far up in the hills, they began their
quest for mountain trout, which they found in
great numbers in two streams flowing into the lake,
as well as in the lake itself. During the last day
of their work as anglers in a stream called Wasetka
they declare they succeeded in catching 132 speckled
beauties of unusually large size, the aggregate weight
of the catch being one hundred pounds. Two black
bears were despatched on the trip by George
Baker. Mr. Litt killed a small mountain lion, which,
he says, he shot wholly in self-defense, after having
backed into the edge of the lake until it was a
case of drowning, his clothing being torn to shreds
by the beast.
AWAY FROM THE MART
l WAY from the mart! Away from the street!
* I'll hie to the greenwood again;
.way from the bustle! Away from the heat!
Where I may build castles in Spain —
And it's O, for the redwood tree.
And it's O, for the babbling brook,
Where I may read God's poetry
From His unprinted book.
And so I'll away! Away!
Away to the heart of the wood,
And live again a perfect day,
In the midst of solitude —
And speak to the redwood tree
That shall answer me never a word.
And O, the song shall be sweet to me
That comes from the throat of the bird.
I am sick of the city's grind,
I am tired of the city's noise,
I long again for the fresh, fresh wind,
And the whistle of barefooted boys —
And it's O, for the singing bird
That sways on the swinging limb,
Where this soul of mine may be sweetly stirred
In joy, 'mid blossoming.
And O, my heart, my heart,
We'll sit by the babbling stream,
And let it tell us we are part
Of Nature's glorious dream —
And so I'll away! Away!
Away to the heart of the wood.
And live again a perfect day,
In the midst of solitude.
-Sam Exton Foulds.
G
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PHEASANT BREEDING FOR STATE
AND PRIVATE PURPOSES
D
D
By Forrest Crissey,
Author of "The Country Boy"
HERE was one irrepressible subject
of discussion and conversation at
the recent convention of Game Com-
missioners and Game Wardens. The
future of the English pheasant in
America was the topic of talk con-
stantly recurred to, both in conver-
sation and in discussion on the
floor. Popular interest in the propa-
gation of this splendid game bird is
bound to increase for many years to
come. This is inevitable. Today,
however, the question is mainly vital to two classes ;
first, game commissioners and wardens, whose
official duty it is to see that the forests and prairies
are stocked with desirable game birds; second,
men who are fortunate to own or control private
game preserves or club shooting grounds. These
men are eager for the fullest and the clearest
information on all practical phases of pheasant
breeding. To meet this demand for definite and
reliable details it is necessary to keep clearly in
mind the special and intensely practical view-point
of the State game official and of the man who is
trying to build up a private game preserve.
For some years the writer has been a constant
visitor at the game farm where more pheasants are
actually hatched and reared than are raised at any
other game farm in America — probably in the
world. This is known as the Wallace Evans Game
Propagation Farm, four miles out from Oak Park,
Illinois, and only fifteen miles from the Chicago
City Hall.
A dozen or fifteen years ago when serving a
Chicago newspaper as a special feature writer, I
found a boy of high-school age devoting all his
spare time to the rearing of pheasants in the
back yard of his father's home in the thickly
populated suburb of Oak Park. His pens and run-
ways were only a few hundred square feet in extent,
but he raised scores of these beautiful birds. His
father, a prosperous manufacturer, had indulged
in pheasant breeding in Wales, and the boy had
come naturally by his passion for the birds.
Three or four years ago, while searching for an
out-of-doors "novelty feature" for the Saturday Even-
ing Post of Philadelphia, I thought of the boy
with the pheasants. My investigation brought as-
tonishing disclosures. His back yard "pheasantry"
had grown into a farm of one hundred acres, devoted
exclusively to the propagation of game birds — mainly
pheasants. Then he had about thirty-five hundred
birds.
The first questfon which any State game official
will ask when considering his course with regard
to the breeding of English pheasants is this: "How
much does the public care about the birds?"
The publication of the short article which was
written after my first visit to the big game farm
furnishes a very definite and convincing answer to
that question. More than four thousand letters
were received as a direct and spontaneous response
to the article — which called for no response what-
ever. This indicates that the latent popular interest
in the pheasant in America is almost beyond belief,
and not easily overestimated.
A visit to this game farm today, however, dis-
closes a very different situation. He has about
four thousand staunch young English pheasants,
and two thousand Goldens, Reeves, Silvers, Amhersts
and Versicolors, wild ducks, geese, etc., practically
all of them in the pink of condition. The three
fields in which the young English are kept occupy
fully fifteen acres. Standing on a box in the field
in which the young English of the first hatch of
the season are kept, I watched sixteen hundred
birds mass themselves in a swath which moved in
the wake of the feeder as he came towards me,
a mobile, living wave of brown atoms, the young
cocks just showing a hint of the gorgeous plumage
colors which will be theirs after they have passed
the period of adolescence. Never before had I
looked upon such a sight, and I do not believe
there is another place in this country where it
can be matched or even approximated. It is a
visual demonstration of the fact that Wallace Evans
is a master in the a-t of breeding pheasants, and
that these birds can oe raised in large flocks.
Some pheasant dealers — brokers who do not raise
them — claim that it is as easy to raise pheasants
as to rear common chickens. This is not true ;
but it is true that almost any person who can
successfully raise chickens in large quantities can
master the art of raising pheasants. The young
pheasant is more highly organized and more sensi-
tive to defective feeding and careless handling than
are chickens. With a few simple suggestions from
an experienced breeder, any man or woman who
is willing to take pains can raise a flock of
pheasants with perhaps as small a percentage of
loss as with thoroughbred chickens. But the trouble
begins when the breeding is done on anything like
a large scale. I would trust any man or woman
(especially woman, for they have a better knack
in handling young and delicate creatures) who takes
naturally to poultry to raise a flock of fifty pheasants
on the first season's trial with no greater a per-
centage of loss than they would have in fancy
chickens. When the brood goes beyond this limit,
and you are dealing with them in masses, the ratio
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of hazard and loss increases greatly ami becomes
cumulative, as it were.
There is no disputing the fact that an examination
of the history <>f the State game farms of this
country would disdOM a rather discouraging array
of failures. This is because they do not fortify
themselves with practical advice from practical
breeders familiar with our American conditions. But
let me make the point with emphasis that I would
rather sell five trios to each of fifteen private indi-
viduals in any given State, than to sell five hun-
dred to the State itself to be massed on a game
farm under the present conditions of management
which obtain on most State game farms. First
and foremost the small group of birds will escape
the plagues and ailments which are almost cer-
tain to come as a result of segregation. Next,
the private individual is personally and directly
interested in the birds, and they will have his
personal care and attention. If I were the game
commissioner of a State I would rather take my
chances on dividing up a thousand stock birds
among one hundred men known to be lovers of
game and sincerely interested in stocking the State,
than I would to keep those birds massed together
on a State game farm with the purpose of propa-
gating enough birds to stock the State by indis-
criminate "liberation" of the progeny. In other
words, a far better percentage of success can be
secured from a dozen birds in the hands of an
intelligent amateur vitally interested in the experi-
ment than by a thousand birds in the hands of
a semi-professional who has to depend upon in-
competent and unreliable help to assist in carrying
out his plans. Unless he has had years of actual
experience in raising pheasants in this country his
plans are likely to be theories only. Raising
pheasants in England is a very different matter
from raising them in America — as some States which
have imported game-keepers from England have
found out by sad experience. American condi-
tions present distinctly American problems, and
certain old country practices that work well there
are not entirely suitable here in America.
No private individual having a liking for game
birds and a desire to see his own country place
or the woods of his locality stocked with pheasants
need fear to start the breeding of these birds on a
small scale. The smaller his flock the less its
liability to disease, and the greater the assurance
that the birds will find an abundance of the varieties
of food required for their best nourishment. The
moment his brood flock becomes at all numerous
he will do well to begin the gradual liberation of
his surplus birds. By this method he will not
only gradually acquire an intimate and practical
knowledge of the details and dangers of pheasant
breeding, but he will also have the satisfaction that
comes from an increasing flock of birds liberated
under right conditions — and that satisfaction is not
a small one to the man who has the true sports-
man's fondness for the finest of game birds.
A few years of this close work with a small
flock will fit the amateur to handle pheasants in
large numbers. What would be the result if men
of means who have country places would follow
this plan? In a surprisingly short time each State
would have a corps of intelligent pheasant breeders —
a permanent corps whose work could not be affected
or overturned by the vicissitudes of politics or the
changes of State administration.
Again, it is natural that this plan would afford wide
distribution of the birds, which implies not only
a wider distribution of the pleasure they afford
the sportsmen and nature lovers, but a certainty
of a greater yearly increase in the State.
There is no State in the Union where natural
conditions are more favorable to the raising of
pheasants than California. But if the plan of indi-
vidual action, independent of the State, were fol-
followed to any general extent, California would be
richly stocked with pheasants in almost an incredibly
short time, and there would be certain appropriate
uses in the movement. California is the State of
beauty; there is no bird, it seems to me, more
beautiful than the pheasant, and to have the fields
and woods of beautiful California stocked with
these splendid feathered creatures would seem to
fulfil a natural order of things. Again, California
is the land of private estates, of seats of wealth
where the pleasures of the out-of-doors world are
legitimate pursuits. Hundreds — even thousands — of
men in California are amply able and admirably
situated to breed small flocks of pheasants upon their
estates. And this applies to those country places
which are, perhaps, too modest and limited to be
called "estates." It is a mistake to suppose that
a considerable stretch of timber is required to shelter
successfully a colony of liberated pheasants. A little
grove or a patch of undergrowth will serve. And
when it comes to rearing a small flock in con-
finement only a few hundred square feet of "back
yard" or a garden space is required.
Thus far I have spoken only of the English
pheasant, as the greatest public interest centers
in that because it is the ideal game bird. However,
the aviary varieties of pheasants should not be
overlooked, for the reason that they may be raised
at high prices, compared with the English, and
handled on a very small space. Any person having
even a very modest back yard can make a rea-
sonably handsome profit raising one or two varieties
of "show" pheasants. A pair of silver or golden
pheasants, in full plumage, will cost the beginner
about $16, while a pair not in full plumage can
probably be had for $12. Pure bred Amhersts, not
in full plumage, but right for the next breeding
season, can be bought for $25, while a pair of
full plumaged Reeves can be had for about the
same price. The English Ring Neck pheasants
cost $5 to $6 per pair now, but the price advances
each month up to the commencement of the breed-
ing season.
Tht beginner in pheasant raising should adhere
strictly to the rule of avoiding importing birds or
eggs; freshly imported birds are not dependable
for breeding the first season after importation,
and imported eggs are generally injured by the
long sea journey, the chicks hatching from them
being usually too weak to survive. Another thing
to be avoided is that of buying birds from brokers
or dealers who have not themselves hatched and
reared them. There are numerous dealers of this
kind who pick up the birds anywhere they can find
them, handle them as they would merchandise, and
know little or nothing about the individual birds
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which they sell or the conditions linger which
they have been reared. What is still more iraj
they are unable to give their customers any prac-
tical advice or suggestions regarding the care and
propagation of the birds. And right here it should
be said « ith ■ that the man
who l.ii will alwaj find himself in
■ ntig from someone who is a profes-
sional and an expert in the art. This most signifi-
cant fact has been impressed upon me both from
my own experience in raising a flock of English
and Goldena on my own country place, and from
my observations as a visitor at the great pheasant
farm at Oak Park. There are probably very few
weeks in the year when thai place is not visited
bj Government and State Game Commissioners and
Game Wardens who have found themselves facing
s<. me acute emergency or difficult problem and have
come tO Mr. Evans for consultation with regard
to the details of breeding, feeding, housing, hand-
ling, and liberating birds. Then, too, the daily
mail coming to Mr. Evans
eral letters of inquiry and
Who hare bought birds frc
tion is always freely given
seldom without sev-
sultation from those
him. This informa-
it is of course to
Mr. Evan's inti from the
birds which he has sent out.
While, as 1 have said before, there is ni
whatever that State game farms for tile propa-
gation of pheasants are in the right line and arc
to be commended, at the same time it is equally
certain that, at least, at the beginning, the State
would find it less expensive to secure birds for
liberation, with a view to stocking the State as
rapidly as possible, from reliable breeders who
have already demonstrated their ability to raise the
birds in large numbers. In other words, the State
Game Commissioner is wise who decides not to
go into pheasant breeding upon too large a scale
at first, starting in on a comparatively small scale
and at the same time sending out for liberation, into
well selected territory, a goodly number of birds
each year which have been secured from a di
able breeder, whose stock is strong, sturdy and
adapted to that particular locality. The photographs
reproduced for the illustration of this article offer
a visnal demonstration of the fact that at least
one breeder in this country has mastered the art
of raising pheasants in immense numbers.
LADIES' CONTINUOUS GOLF TOURNAMENT AT DEL MONTE
By Arthur Inkersley
HE results of the first five weekly
contests in .the Ladies' Continuous
Handicap Golf Tournament on the
Del Monte links during the months
of June, July and August have al-
ready been given in full in the
columns of Western Field, but, for
the sake of clearness and complete-
ness, may be recapitulated briefly
here. The first contest, on Satur-
day, June 1st, was won by Miss
E. A. W. Morgan ; the second, on
June 8th, by Mrs. H. R. Warner; the third, on
June 1 5th, by Miss Cornelia W. t Armsby ; the
fourth, on June 22d, by Mrs. R. M. Loeser ; the
fifth, on June 29th, by Miss Alice M. Warner.
The sixth contest, on July 6th, brought out
five competitors, whose scores were as follows :
Ladies' Continuous Tournament.
Sixth Contest. Saturday. July 6, 1907.
Competitors
Out
In
Gross
Handi-
cap
Net
Mrs. R. M. Loeser
Miss E. A. W. Morgan..
Mrs. H. K. Warner
Miss Maud Bourn...
61
63
63
85
99
51
59
60
67
69
112
122
123
152
168
12
14
12
12
24
100,
108
lit
1411
144
As shown by the above table, Mrs. R. M. Loeser
won. On Saturday, July 13th, there was no con-
: test. On Saturday, July 20th, Miss Armsby, who
played from scratch, returning a gross and net
! score of 102, and Mrs. Warner, 120 less IS net
102, tied for first place, Mrs. Loeser beiiTg third with
117 less 12 net 105. The tie was played off over
eighteen holes on Monday, July 22, Mrs. Warner
winning.
On Saturday, July 27th, there were four com-
petitors, a new one being Mrs. William Ely of
Xew York, who was on her way home after a
long stay at Coronado. Mrs. Ely's strength being
comparatively unknown, she was placed at scratch,
but was evidently treated hardly by the handi-
capper, for her gross score was 20 strokes higher
than that of Mrs. - Loeser, who received three
strokes. The scores are shown in the table:
Miss E. A. W. Morgan
Ladies' Continuous Tournament.
Seventh Contest, Saturday. July '.
Competitors
Gross
Handi-
cap
Net
Mrs. R. M. Loeser
101
120
126 ■
121
3
6
9
0
98
Mrs. H. R. Warner
114
117
Mrs. W. Elv. .
121
As shown in the above table, Mrs. Loeser was
treated too leniently by the handicappers, as her
gross score was nineteen strokes and her net score
sixteen strokes better than those of her nearest
302
U I SSTERN FIELD
Rita West
competitor. The fact that she played a better game
than she had hitherto done in the tournament ac-
counted, however, for more than half of the nine-
teen strokes. The winning was Mrs. Loeser's third
and placed her ahead of her fellow-contestants in
the struggle for the stiver pitcher.
On Saturday, August 3d, the list of competitors
was swelled by the addition of Mrs. Herbert Munn,
woman champion of the Coronado Country Club
and of the Southern California ' Golf Association
for 1907; Mrs. Wilbur F. George, of the Sacra-
mento Golf Club and Monterey; and Mrs. J. Leroy
Nickel of the San Francisco Golf and Country
Club. Mrs. Munn, of course, played from scratch;
Mrs. George received 22 and Mrs. Nickel 24
strokes. Mrs. George's handicap proved about
right but Mrs. Nickel's was altogether too liberal,
as her gross score was only five strokes higher
than that of Mrs. Munn, from whose estimated
score of 99 (which proved to be exactly the score
she turned in) as a basis the handicaps were
calculated. Mrs. Nickel's large handicap was based
on her high qualifying score (72, 77, total 149)
in the competition for the championship of the
California Women Golfers' Association on the links
of the Los Angeles Country Club in April, and
on the fact that she received the limit handicap
on the Inglcside course of the San Francisco Golf
and Country Club. The scores arc shown in the
table:
1 WHi 1 | .IKNAMI \ r
NlN l Ji l ONI RSI . S \ ruRD M \i <.t - i i
Comp
Gross
Handi-
cap
Net
Mrs
[04
US
lm
99
106
130
135
24
14
0
-'4
Mr-
Mr-
Mrfl
Mr-
Mi-
Mis
As shown in the above table, Mrs. Nickel's net
score was 13 strokes better than that of Mrs.
George, almost equaling Mrs. Loeser's run-away
on the previous Saturday.
On Saturday, August 10th, the tenth contest
took place, there being four competitors, two of
whom, Mrs. Porter and Miss Florence Ives, both
members of the San Francisco Golf and Country
Club, took part in the tournament for the first
time. Profiting by the experience of the previous
Saturday, the handicapper gave no higher handicap
than 20 strokes. The winner, as shown in the
table below, was Miss Morgan, who returned the
best score that she had handed in during the
ladiks' continuous tol'rnamknt.
Tenth Contest. Saturday. Ai
Competitors Out
In
Gross
Handi-
cap
Net
Mi-- Morgan
Mrs. Porter
Mrs. George
5S
M)
53
52
",
54
56
110
113
114
(09
20
IS
10
90
95
104
Miss Morgan won for the second time. The con-
test was a curious one from the fact that, had I
all the competitors played on equal terms, their
scores would have been nearer together than their i
net scores, after handicaps had been deducted. Miss
Plaving Out of a Bunke
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v >T P
D
htf r* raW
Mr
R. M. Loeser
nd Golf Trophies at Del Monte
Ives' score for the eighteen holes should have
been better, for, while her 53 was quite the best
for the first nine, her 56 was the worst for the
second nine.
On Saturday, August 17th, Miss Morgan and Mrs.
George were the only two competitors, the latter
receiving four strokes. On the first nine holes Mrs.
George's score, without taking account of her handi-
cap, was ten strokes better than Miss Morgan's ;
but on the second nine Miss Morgan played more
strongly, until at the 17th the scores of both were
107. With her handicap of four strokes still un-
touched and only one hole to play, the match
seemed almost a certainty for Mrs George, but
she drove from the 18th tee into the ditch and took
13 to the hole. The scores were as follows:
Ladies' Continuous Tournament.
Eleventh Contest. Saturday. August 17.
Competitors
Out
In
Gross
Handi-
cap
Net
Mis
Mr
s Morgan
. George
63
53
SO
67
113
120
0
4
113
116
Miss Morgan won for the third time, having at
this point the same number of victories to her
credit as Mrs Loeser.
On Saturday, August 24th, the twelfth contest
took place, the only two competitors being Miss
E. A. W. Morgan, scratch, and Miss Anita Meyer,
receiving 12 strokes. Miss Meyer won with a score
122 less 12, net 110, Miss Morgan's gross and net
score being 120. Miss Morgan drove into the chap-
arral to the right of the tenth tee and the hole
cost her 14 strokes.
On Saturday, August 31st (the opening day of
the Lawn Tennis Tournament), the thirteenth and
last weekly competition of the Women's Continuous
Tournament took place, the number of competitors
being swelled by the addition of Mrs. J. Leroy
Nickel of the Menlo Golf and Country Club, and
Miss Rita West, of the Victoria Club, Riverside,
who had come to take part in "golf week," which
began on Monday, September 2d. The other three
competitors were Mres E. A. W. Morgan, Miss Edna
Bowman of San Jose and Mrs. W. F. George of
Monterey. Miss West, who is the strongest woman
golfer of Riverside, was placed at scratch, but she
had never played on the Del Monte course before
and was quite unused to turfed putting-greens. The
scores were as follows :
Ladies' Continuous Tournament.
Thirteenth Contest. Saturday. August 31.
Competitors
Out
In
Gross
Handi-
cap
Net
Mrs
Mi-
Mrs
Mi-
Mis
J. Leroy Nickel. . . .
E. A. W. Morgan..
W. F. George
Edna Bowman
Rita West
54
53
55
72
60
45
53
59
62
99
106
110
131
122
10
10
10
0
94
96
100
121
122
Mrs. Wm. Ely, New York
304
WESTERN FIELD
Miss £ caused by the
fact thai ! into the county
road and took eighteen to the hole. .Mrs. Nickel's
name was engraved on the silver pitcher for the
second time, she having won the only other com-
petition in which she plaj i d, on August 3d. Her
however, jusl i-* Mrs. Warner's two,
were of no practical use, Miss Morgan and Mrs.
Loeser each having three wins to their credit.
The tie between Mrs. Loeser and Miss Morgan
for first prize was played off on Saturday, Sep-
tember 7th, the List day of "golf week," Mrs.
Loeser, who had left Del Monte a month or so
previously, coming down from Stanford University
especially for the contest, which was over eighteen
holes, medal score, with handicap. Mrs. Loeser,
whose best score during the tournament was I'll
(made on July 27th) played from scratch, and
Miss Morgan, whose lowest score was ]n .
on August 31), received five strokes. Both players
were nervous and off their game, Mrs. Loeser
whining with a gross and net score of 111. Miss
Morgan's returns being 121 less 5 net 116. Mrs.
Loeser captured the silver pitcher, upon which are
engraved the dates of the thirteen competitions and
the names of the winners. Miss Morgan received
a handsome silver powder-box. Thus passed into
private ownership two trophies which created more
commotion than any ever presented by the famous
Hotel and which for three months were objects
of the keenest rivalry.
^
THE CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT OF THE
PACIFIC STATES LAWN TENNIS ASSOCIATION
AT DEL MONTE
By Arthur Inkersley.
of players
OR many years past the annual cham-
pionship tournaments of the Pacific
States Lawn Tennis Association have
been held at San Rafael, in spite
of the fact that the heat there in
the first and second weeks of Sep-
tember is often so great as to
prostrate the players. This year
it was decided to accept the offer
of the management of Del Monte
and to hold the tournament at that
beautiful spot, where the tempera-
moderate and there is no danger
ng oppressed by excessive warmth.
Two new bituminized courts were constructed
especially for the tournament on a large round
terrace situated between the east annex of the
hotel and the Laguna del Rey. The terrace was
made fifteen or sixteen years ago for a fountain,
which was never erected, and supplied an ex-
cellent site. The foundation on which the courts
were laid is solid and well drained, so that there
is no fear of the surface cracking from the swelling
or disturbance of the ground beneath. The bitu-
minized surface was laid by the San Francisco con-
tractors. Fay Brothers, who built the courts in
Golden Gate Park and at several clubs and private
houses. The courts are well and evenly lighted,
the players standing on the north and south sides
of the net. As the trees and shrubs round the
terrace stand some distance away from it and are
not tall the players get an unobstructed light
and no confusing shadows are cast on the courts.
For a short time during the day the slm is in
the eyes of a player serving from north to south,
but at this period the recess is taken for rest and
luncheon. The courts are nearly surrounded by
grassy slopes, upon which spectators can sit to
watch the games. The gravel walks and the steps
leading from the higher ground to the terrace pro-
vide ample space for chairs and benches, on which
a large number of spectators can be accommodated.
Altogether, from the point of view of players and
spectators, the courts are ideal ; and, when the
beauty of their surroundings is taken into account,
it is probable that no courts in the country equal
them.
So great was the interest felt in the tournament
that almost all the strongest players of either sex
were attracted to Del Monte; the one notable ex-
ception being Miss May Sutton, woman champion
of All England and also of Wales. During the
tournament Miss May Sutton, fresh from her
triumphant British tour, was winning new honors
at Niagara*on-the-Lake, Ontario, and did not reach
her Pasadena home until September 14th. The
famous Sutton family, however, was well represented
by Mrs. B. O. Bruce (Ethel Sutton) of Santa
Monica, winner of the woman's championship of
Southern California in 1906, and Miss Florence
Sutton, winner in 1907. Miss Hazel Hotchkiss,
holder of the championship in Women's Singles,
and joint holder of the Championship in Women's
Doubles and Mixed Doubles; Miss Golda Myer
of San Francisco ; Mrs. Robert Farquhar (who
as Marion Jones was woman champion of the
United States), and Miss Ethel Ratcliffe, co-holder
of the championship in Women's Doubles, made
up a most interesting group of women players.
The list of men included Melville Long of the
California Tennis Club of San Francisco, holder of
half-a-dozen championships; Maurice McLoughlin ;
Charles Foley, holder (with Fred Adams) of the
championship in Men's Doubles and (with Miss
Hazel Hotchkiss) of the championship in Mixed
Doubles; George Janes, Carl Gardner, Harold Getz,
Robert Strachan and Robert N. Whitney of San
Francisco; A. E. Bell, T. C. Bundy, Simpson Sinsa-
baugh and Harold Braly from Southern California ;
Reuben G. Hunt and Hamilton Murdock of Ala-
THE PACIFIC CO. 1ST MAGAZINE
305
Doubles on the Del Monte Courts
meda: Albert Charlier, a German cavalry officer
who has played much in Europe, and Ramon F.
R. de Reyntiens of Belgium and San Francisco.
Play began on Saturday, August 31st, and, with
the exception of Tuesday afternoon, September 3d,
when heavy rain compelled a postponement, and
Sundays, when there were no tournament matches,
continued without interruption until the evening of
Admission Day. The play throughout was of a
high class and the struggle for the championship
in Men's Singles between Maurice McLoughlin,
challenger, and Melville H. Long, holder, for the
title, was one of the most brilliant that has taken
place in the history of the Pacific States Lawn
Tennis Association. The schedule comprised six
events — the championships in Men's Singles, Wo-
men's Singles, Men's Doubles, Women's Doubles,
Mixed Doubles, and Junior Singles. When the
ent ended on the evening of September 9th,
single champion of 1906 retained his title;
all had made gallant struggles to keep their
Without making an attempt to indicate
:h days the various matches were played,
ent will be taken separately and its details
followed to an end.
There being more than forty entries in the MEN'S
SINGLES, ten men were drawn in the preliminary
round, play in which began on Saturday, August
31st. The results were as follows :
J. F. Cassell beat F. K, Hunt 7—5, 4—6, 6—4;
Harold Eraly beat E. P. Fmnega'n 6—2, 1—6, 6—0;
tourn;i
though
honors.
each
Harold Getz beat Ward Dawson 6—4, 5—7, 6—1;
T. W. Hendricks beat B. F. Nourse 6—3, 2—6,
6 — 4 ; and Hamilton Murdock won from J. A.
Landsberger.
In the first round George J. Janes beat W. W.
Bacon 6—2, 6—1 ; E. G. Galusha beat R. Cornell
by default ; Maurice McLoughlin beat Carl Gardner
11—9, 6 — 4; G. Guerin won from A. C. Blumen-
thal by default; Herbert Long beat Marius Hotch-
kiss 6—2, 11—13, 6—3; R. K. Hunter won by
default; F. R Woodbury beat J. F. Cassell 6—2,
2—6, 6—3; Harold Braly beat Harold Getz 6—1,
3—6, 6—2; T. W. Hendricks beat Hamilton Mur-
dock ; G. Busch beat J. Harper 6—0, 6—2 ; T. C.
Bundy beat A. C. Spaulding, 1906 champion of
Yale; R. F. R. de Reyntiens beat C. B. Hopper;
Charles Foley beat F. Budgett 6 — 1. 6 — 4; Simpson
Sinsabaugh won from Harry Rolfe ; R. D. Gatewood
won from Albert Charlier by default; and A. E.
Bell won from Robert N. Whitney by default.
In the second round Janes beat Galusha 6 — 1;
6 — 1; McLoughlin won from Guerin by default;
Long beat Hunter 6 — 3, 4 — 6, 6 — 1 ; Braly beat
Woodbury 6—1, 6—1 ; Hendricks beat Busch 7—5,
6—1; Bundy beat de Reyntiens 2—6, 6 — t, 6—3;
Sinsabaugh beat Foley 6 — 4, 6—4; Bell beat Lieut.
Gatewood by default.
In the third round McLoughlin beat Janes 6 — 1,
6—2; Long beat Braly 0—6, 8—6, 6—4; Bundy
.beat Hendricks 6—1. 6—4; and Bell beat Sinsa-
baugh 6—3, 6 — 4.
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Miss Florence Sutton
In the semi-final round McLoughlin beat Herbert
Long 6—1, 6—2, and Bell beat Bundy 6—3, 5—7,
6—4.
The final round in Men's Singles was played on
Saturday, the 7th, Maurice McLoughlin of San
Francisco beating Alonzo E. Bell, former champion
of the Pacific States, 6 — 4, 4—6, 6—4, 7—5, and
winning the All Comers' Tournament. On the after-
noon of Admission Day there was a large and
brilliant gathering to watch the contest between
McLoughlin, challenger, and Melville Long, holder
of the title. Both played excellent tennis, the
first set requiring twenty-four games to decide it.
When the score stood 11 — 10, Long had ad-
vantage three times but could not make the point
necessary to win the set. McLaughlin won the
11th, 12th and 13th games, giving him the first
set 13 — 11. The second set was keenly contested
and went to McLaughlin 6 — 4. Long took the
third set 6 — 4 and the fourth 7 — 5, so that the
score stood "two sets all." Many of the specta-
tors were inclined then to favor Long's chances,
but his determined opponent, though suffering from,
a chafed foot, took the first five games of the
fifth and deciding set straight, Long took the
next four, the score reading 5 — 4 in favor of .
McLoughlin. McLoughlin won the last game, the
match and the title.
Play in the WOMEN'S SINGLES began on
Saturday, August 31st, the entries being Mrs. B. 0.
Bruce, Mrs. Robert Farquhar and Mrs. J. W.
Hendricks of Santa Monica; Miss Bessie Valleau
of Alameda, Miss Golda Myer of San Francisco
and Miss Florence Sutton of Pasadena. Mrs. B. O.
Bruce and Miss Golda Myer drew byes. In the
preliminary round Miss Bessie Valleau beat Mrs.
Hendricks 3 — 6, 6 — 4, 6 — 3; and Miss Florence
Sutton beat Mrs. Robert Farquhar 7 — 5, 6 — 4 in
a most inteersting match. Mrs. Farquhar, though
she had not competed in a tournament since she
lost the national championship five years ago, played
a strong game, making many fine returns, but was
beaten by the superior steadiness and accuracy of
Miss Florence Sutton.
In the first round of Women's Singles, Miss
Florence Sutton beat her sister, Mrs. B. O. Bruce,
6 — 3, 6 — 1 ; and Miss Golda Myer defeated Miss
Bessie Valleau 6—0, 6—1. This brought Miss
Florence Sutton and Miss Golda Myer together
in the final round on Friday morning, the 6th.
Miss Sutton proved altogether too strong for Miss
Myer, beating her 6 — 0, 6 — 0. On Monday after-
noon, September 9th, Miss Florence Sutton, chal-
lenger, met Miss Hazel Hotchkiss, holder of the
championship, and, though Miss Hotchkiss is a
strong girl and played a good game, having a
chop stroke that is hard to return. Miss Sutton
wore her down, beating her in straight sets 6 — 4,
6 — 3 and winning the 1907 championship.
Play in MEN'S DOUBLES began on Wednes-
day, September 4th, fifteen couples being entered.
In the first round Woodbury and Hopper beat
Landsberger and Guerin 6 — 2, 6 — 2; Sinsabaugh.
and Hendricks beat Cassell and Gowan 3 — 6, 6 — 1,
6 — 1 ; M. Long and Gardner beat Bacon and Dawson
6 — 4, 6 — 4; Rolfe and Herbert Long beat Budgett
and Harper 6 — 3, 6 — 4 ; Bundy and Spaulding beat
Gatewood and Murdock by default ; Bell and Braly
beat Whitney and Driscoll 6 — 3, 6 — 3 ; Janes and
McLoughlin beat de Reyntiens and Blumenthal
6 — 2, 6 — 1 ; Weihe and Henry drew a bye.
In the second round Sinsabaugh and Hendricks
beat Woodbury and Hopper 6 — 4, 6 — 2 ; M. Long
and Gardner beat H. Long and Rolfe 6—4, 6 — 4,
3—6, 6— 3; Bundy and Spaulding defeated Bell and
Braly 4—6, 9—7, 6—3; and Janes and McLoughlin
won from Weihe and Henry 6 — 3, 6 — 4.
In the semi-final round Sinsabaugh and Hen-
dricks beat M. Long and Gardner 6 — 3, 2 — 6, 6 — 4;
and Janes and McLoughlin defeated Bundy and
Spaulding 7—5, 9—7.
In the final round Janes and McLoughlin beat
Sinsabaugh and Hendricks 6—2, 4—6, 8—10, 6—3,
6 — 0 and won the All Comers' Tournament. In the
challenge match for the title of champions of
1907 Janes and McLoughlin were too strong for
Fred Adams and Charles Foley, holders, beating
them 7 — 5, 6 — 2, 6 — 1. Both teams played an
excellent game, but the speed and accuracy of
Janes and McLoughlin proved irresistible. The
champions of 1906 held out well against their
formidable opponents in the first set but lost the
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next two by large margins. This match was played
on Saturday, the 7th.
In the WOMEN'S DOUBLES Miss Golda Myer
and Mrs. Farquhar beat Miss Valleau and Mrs.
Hendricks 6—1, 6—4; and Miss Florence Sutton
and Mrs. Bruce defeated Miss Hazel Hotchkiss and
Miss Ethel Ratcliffe, the champions of 1906, 6—3,
6 — 1. In the final round on Saturday, the 7th,
Miss Florence Sutton and Mrs. B. O. Bruce beat
Mrs. Robert Farquhar and Miss Golda Myer in
straight sets 6 — 1, 6 — 1, winning the 1907 cham-
pionship in Women's Doubles.
Play in the MIXED DOUBLES was set down
to begin on Tuesday, September 3d, but the heavy
rain that fell in the afternoon caused delay. In
the preliminary round Miss Valleau and Spaulding
defeated Miss Daniels and Hopper 6 — 1, 6 — 2; Mrs.
Farquhar and Bell beat Mrs. Bruce and Bandy
6 — 4, 2 — 6, 6 — 0. Mr. and Mrs. Hunter drew a
bye.
In the first round Miss Florence Sutton and
Sinsabaugh beat Miss Myer and Janes 6 — 3, 5 — 7,
6 — 3 ; Miss Ratcliffe and McLoughlin beat Miss
Valleau and Spaulding 6—3, 1—6, 6—3; Mrs. Far-
quhar and Bell won from Mr. and Mrs. Hunter
by default; Miss Hotchkiss and Foley defeated Mr.
and Mrs. Hendricks 6—1, 6—1.
In the second round Mrs. Farquhar and Bell beat
Miss Hotchkiss and Foley 8 — 6, 1—6, 6 — 4; and
Miss Sutton and Sinsabaugh defeated Miss Ratchliffe
and McLoughlin 6 — 4, 6 — 0. The match in which
Mrs. Farquhar and Bell were pitted against Miss
Hotchkiss and Foley was a brilliant and keenly
fought contest, the winners actually taking only
fifteen games to the losers' sixteen.
In the final match on Saturday Miss Florence
Sutton and Simpson Sinsabaugh defeated Mrs. Far-
quhar and A. C. Bell 6—2, 1—6, 6 — 4 and cap-
tured the championship in Mixed Doubles for 1907.
Play for the championship in Junior Singles, open
to young men under nineteen years of age who
have not won a championship in an open tourna-
ment, began on Thursday, the 5th. In the pre-
liminary round Ward Dawson beat Fuchs 6 — 1,
6—1, and Reigle beat Cawston 6—3, 6—8, 6—1.
In the first and semi-final round Harold Getz
beat Reigle 6 — 1, 6 — 1 and Robert Strachan, the
smallest player in the tournament, defeated Ward
Dawson of Southern California 7—5, 4—6, 6—4.
In the final round on Admission Day Robert
Strachan beat Harold Getz in a closely-fought five-
set match 6—3, 7—9, 2—6, 7—5. Getz won
two of the first three sets and had a lead of
30 — 0 on the fourth but the steadiness and good
judgment of Bobbie Strachan proved too strong
for him.
On the night of Admission Day the players
gathered at a dinner in the private dining-room of
the Hotel Del Monte. Judge John H. Hunt of the
Superior Court of .San Francisco presided and
presented the trophies to the winners, to each of
whom he made pleasant and appropriate remarks.
The whole tournament was exceedingly success-
ful and brought out some of the best play that has
ever been seen in the State. With the exception
of Miss May Sutton and Nat Browne, all the
strong players from Southern California were on
hand, while, except Grant Smith, who is not play-
ing now, Percy Murdock and Sumner Hardy, nearly
every good northerner was present. The honors
of the tournament were divided evenly between
Northern and Southern California, the championships
in Men's Singles, Men's Doubles and Junior Singles
being won by San Francisco; while the champion-
ships in Women's singles, Women's Doubles and
Mixed Doubles were won by representatives of
Southern California. Miss Florence Sutton and
her sister, Mrs. B. O. Bruce, having a share in
all the Southern championships.
While Del Monte is further from San Francisco
than San Rafael is. it is nearer to Los Angeles
and the other cities of Southern California. The
climate is much more suitable for contests of
skill and endurance than that of Marin County
in September and the courts are not to be excelled.
The management of the Hotel Del Monte treats
all who come there to take part in sporting events
so generously that there is little doubt that the
championship tournaments of the Pacific States Lawn
Tennis Association will be held there for many years
to come. No place better adapted and certainly
none more beautiful can be found.
i£e*3fc5fc*r:*:5taE3e* :
I THE
DOG
FASHIONS IN DOGS
HERE arc- fashions in dogs as
well as in ladies' hats, and
while the "style" does not
change quite so often, it
nevertheless changes too of-
ten for the good of the dogs.
That is, for the good of some
dogs.
The fashions are generally
the result of one or more en-
terprising dog brokers who get hold of
a certain breed and then persistently force
it into favor by getting one or two into
the hands of the "right parties." The breed
then becomes the fad — until the same or
some other broker sees a chance to make
a stake by working the scheme on some
other breed. Then if the "right parties"
take up the new dog it soon becomes the rage,
and prices go up. accordingly.
One of the peculiarities connected with
fashions in dogs is the fact that seldom
have the handsome breeds been favored
by being the fashion. At one time the
whippet or small greyhound was the fashion
in England, and while the whippet never
gained a footing in America, the common
greyhound became a pronounced favorite
with the ladies of the southern states. With
these dogs "good form" required that the
fancier should have several and whether
in her carriage, on horseback or afoot,
she must be attended by the whole pack.
And, as fashions generally go by extremes,
the graceful, clean-cut, aristocratic grey-
hound was sent to the coursing field and
the unshapely, sniffling pug became the
style. The pug, possibly because of
feminine pity for his deformity, held the
carpet for a long time, until his "friends,"
breeding to intensify his deformities, made
him so repulsive that even the most de-
praved tastes had to discard him. For a
good many years following the dethroning
of the pug there was no breed that could
lay claim to being the real fashion, for
during these years poodles, toy terrier.*.
St. Bernards, and toy spaniels each had
their fanciers; and each strove, with vary-
ing success, for the mastery. At one time
it looked as if the holy breed was going
to become the rage. But his size was
against him in the first place, and secondly,
as grand in size as the St. Bernard was,
breeders strove for still . greater size, and
judges awarded the ribbons to size, irre-
spective of quality or soundness. With
such senseless breeding and judging it only
took a few years to make this grand breed
a pack of degenerate cripples, unworthy of
public notice.
In England the Russian wolfhound — a
large setter-coated greyhound — gained a
considerable popularity through the favor
of the Duchess of Newcastle, and bid fair
at one time to become the real thing. In
America, however, the breed never gained
any popularity, and soon lost its favor
even in England.
Following the popularity of the pug. the
foxterrier was the first that could lay claim
to being really the fashion. This smart
little dog became really popular with the
fanciers of both sexes and for years formed
one of the largest classes at our shows.
But its reign was not a protracted one, for
the cocker spaniel men conceived the idea
of spoiling a useful dog in order to find
a market for it as a ladies' pet. The cry
for the "long and low" was taken up and
of course the professional judges had, in
order to curry favor with the breeder-, to
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put the "long and low" to the front. But
it was not enough to make a lap dog
out of this bright little breed, and so the
same influences put another nail in its coffin
by reducing the weight limit. The pert
little fellow with his large, speaking eyes
soon gained the love of the ladies, and he
became the fashion for a time. But his
reign, too, was short; for the collie was
gaining popularity at the same time, to
such extent that he was able to take his
position on debatable ground.
During all this time Boston had been
evolving a new breed with designs on the
spokes of the universe, and strenuous efforts
were being made to force the Boston cross-
bred to the first place in public favor. It
was a long time before the wiseacres of
the American Kennel Club could be induced
to recognize the Boston terrier as a breed
and give it a place in the pedigree register.
But even after this was accomplished it'
took years of persistent work to induce the
rest of the country to follow the lead of
Boston and take this new terrier to its
heart. While the Bostons were fighting
their campaign in America, the French bull-
dog, with a similar origin to the Boston
terrier, and the toy Spitz were striving for
the mastery in England, and in the mean
time gained some little headway in Amer-
ica. But as the spokes radiate from the
hull, so the little crooked-tailed terrier
radiated from Boston into the public fancy
and became the real fashion, a place it
still holds.
An effort is making by some whose tastes
incline to the outre to dethrone the little
Boston with that hideous deformity known
as the English bulldog. But there is no
danger of this effort proving successful.
The Boston is homely enough to meet the
requirements of oddity, whereas the bull-
dog not only violates every law of beauty
and refinement but every law of nature as
well. The eye with a love for the beautiful,
the symmetrical and refinement in lines, will
never take to an animal that has been
bred into a hereditary monstrosity.
The Boston terrier has now had a con-
siderable reign, and under the laws of fash-
ion's eccentricity it is nearly time for the
heir apparent to ascend the throne. Just
what this heir apparent will be remains .
to be seen. Present indications are point-
ing very strongly to the bull terrier as the
"next of kin." If the bull terrier had a
more pleasing expression and a handsome
eye he would, with the beautiful lines of
his body and limbs, prove a worthy suc-
cessor. At any rate let lis hope that the
new ruler will be something handsome and
sensible.
THE CAMPBELL SETTER
MR. C. B. WHITFORD, in writing of the
Campbell strain of setters common in
the southern states in the early seventies,
says : "These dogs did not have a very long
pedigree. They started from a black setter
called Mason's Jeff and a lemon and white
setter called "Old Fannie." So far so good.
But Mr. Whitford's article in simply making
this statement gives little idea of the origin of
the Campbell strain.
Mr. YVhitford will remember that during the
early nineties there was a long discussion in
the sporting press — principally the American
Field — regarding the origin of this breed, the
principal disputed point hinging on the breed-
ing of "Old Fannie" or McNair's Fannie, a
lemon and wjhite bitch presented to McNair
by Colonel Blanton Duncan, a gentleman at
one time quite prominent in sportsmen's circles
of the South. Colonel Duncan was at that
time living in Los Angeles. The writer there-
fore interviewed him on the subject of the dis-
cussion and found him fully posted, both on
the origin bf the bitch known as McNair's
Fanny and the dog called Mason's Jeff. Colonel
Duncan stated that Fannie, the bitch he pre-
sented to McNair, was a daughter of a brace
of Laverack setters imported from England by
a gentleman whose name I cannot now recall.
The Colonel declared positively that there
was no question of this ; that her sire and dam
were known as Laverack setters in .the com-
munity where they were owned and that he
was certain that their owner had their pedi-
grees. The Colonel also knew Mason's Jeff
and pronounced him nearly if not quite a pure
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Gordon. The history he gave of Jeff, as near
as I can remember at this late day, was that
he was sired by a puppy from a brace of Gor-
dons brought to the state of Georgia by one
Sir George Gore, and that the dam of Jeff was
also claimed to be a pure Gordon.
As Colonel Duncan showed perfect famili-
arity with these dogs, their breeders, and their
work afield, there can be little doubt of the cor-
rectness of his statement. He described Fannie
as a wonderful bird finder, untiring in her
work, as staunch as a rock and always exer-
cising wonderful judgment in seeking for
birds.
The rest of Mr. Whitford's article regarding
the various outcrossing on the progeny of Jeff
and Fannie is correct, and from the good
record of the first of the Campbell strain I
have always considered it very unfortunate
that the Campbells did not try and keep their
Laverack-Gordon nick as pure as possible.
Thai this nick was an excellent one is proven,
not alone by its record in our early field
trials, but as well by the testimony of those
who have seen its representatives in the field
before the good effect of the nick had become
neutralized by pernicious outcrosses.
Had this nick, or the result of combining the
individual characteristics of Jeff and Fanny ap-
peared twenty or thirty years later, when more
attention was being given to the breeding of
dogs and more known of the effects of strong
hereditary transmission of certain faculties, the
Campbells would have appreciated the ad-
vantage of keeping the strain they so for-
tunately fell into, as near in its purity as it
could be maintained, with at least the possible
result of establishing in America a breed of
setters equal to the best, and one. when
crossed in its purity onto the Llewellin, might
have produced a dog better than either.
PACIFIC COAST FIELD TRIALS
THE next meet of the Pacific Coast Field
Trials Club will be the twenty-fifth an-
nual trials of the club. Beginning in a
very small and imperfect way, with but few
dogs of any merit to enter the competition of
the field, with no large kennels to draw from
and no professional handlers to train for those
who could not spend the time to develop their
own dogs, its trials at first were crude and the
competition poor. As could only have been
expected with a club isolated as it was, and
with only one state to support it, the club met
with varying success. Errors were made, as
a matter of course, in its management, and at
times it found itself under financial embarrass-
ment. At times, too, the prospects of the
future looked anything but encouraging.
But whatever the situation, whatever the em-
barrassment, the club in the main has always
been composed of true sportsmen, ready and
able to meet any contingency that arose and
sweep away any obstacle from its path of
progress. Thus for twenty-five years it has
never missed holding trials. Death has taken
away many of its early members, financial re-
verses caused others to withdraw, while still
others have lost interest in the sport and
ceased their attendance and membership. Of
its charter members Judge C. N. Post, of Sac-
ramento, is the only one left, and there are
only three or four remaining that can be
classed as among its pioneers.
But there has always been just as good new
men to take the places of the older members
who from various causes dropped out, and the
interest in the trials has in the main pro-
gressed with an increasing ratio.
The feature, however, that needs at present
the earnest attention of the club is the en-
couragement of the one-dog men. who have
almost ceased to be patrons of the trials. The
reason for this is obvious. The principle on
which the awards have been made in late
years offers no inducement to the sportsman
to have his future hunting companion
(broken?) for the kind of competition he
would have to engage in if entered in the trials,
and it is not reasonable to expect that he will
pay a professional trainer a hundred dollars or
so to instil into a good puppy the very repre-
hensible habits that it will take months of hard
work to break him of, even if he is not forever
ruined.
The field trial education of a dog should be
upon the very lines that makes for the ideal
shooting companion. He should be taught
obedience to command ; to work to the whistle
and hand ; to be absolutely staunch on point
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and back. He should be fast, of course, but
no faster than his nose. He should range wide
in search of birds but not waste his time on
ground that even a greyhound wouldn't look
for a jackrabbit on.
The field trial, it is true, is, or should be, to
the development of the bird dog what the
race course is to the development of the
roadster. We expect to see the dog that is
started in the stake keyed up to concert pitch,
the same as we expect to see the trotter
brought to the score strong on the bit and
keen for the word. But would we expect the
race-course to assist in the development of
the high-strung, stylish yet tractable driving
horse, if his lessons on the track were to kick
himself out of the harness, demolish the sulky
and bolt the track and the whole enclosure?
Yet the very counterpart of this is what we are
teaching our field trial dogs to do, and by the
grace of our judges the dog that will not do it,
no matter how good his performance as a
bird finder, is relegated to the rear. It is
time, therefore, for the members of the club
to ask themselves the question, "Will the in-
terest in the club continue with this perversion
of the real purposes of a trial?" There can
be but one answer, for the sign of decadence
is already to be seen. Two of the heaviest
patrons of the trials have already dropped out,
one making the statement that he had spent
over $20,000 on field trial dogs and wasn't
presently in possession of a decent dog to
shoot over. Here is the proof positive of the
position I am taking. If this system of judg-
ing the trials does not result in the develop-
ment of one shooting dog with the expenditure
of $20,000, then the principle is wrong and is
doing an injury to the dogs entered for com-
petition, and the patrons of the trials.
If the present interest in the trials is to be
maintained and increased in the future, then
the system of judging must be such as to
bring to the front the dogs that show the
greatest ability as bird finders, the best judg-
ment in seeking such places as birds are wont
to use ; dogs that work to the gun, are staunch,
and show a disposition that is easy of control.
Such dogs can, and should, be fast and wide
rangers, but without these other qualifications
in a marked degree, speed and range is only
a detriment, destroying what little usefulness
they may possess.
THE AMERICAN KENNEL CLUB MUDDLE
THE widespread dissatisfaction with the American
Kennel Club, like Banquo's ghost, will not down.
The harder the little clique, who have taken it
upon themselves to run all the dog affairs for the Am-
erican people, try to excuse their actions and justify
their dictatorial ways, the more widespread the general
contempt for the clique becomes. The kennel press,
which is generally an excellent mirror of public sen-
timent, is now unanimous in the condemnation of
these self-appointed regulators of American dogdom.
The Field and Fancy has the following to say regard-
ing one of the A. K. C.'s "unexplained explanations":
"Driven to the desperation of an 'official denial' the
poor, little, innocent and much persecuted A. K. C.
worm has turned and says through the columns of
its official organ, the American Kennel Gazette, that
it has not now nor did it ever have any intentions of
building a club house. It is to smile, for we don't
think any one ever for a moment was so foolish as to
suppose that the A. K. C. ever thought of a club
house, but neither is there any one who does not
know that there were — and probably are still — a few
prominent ones in the A. K. C. who have long had a
deep seated desire for a building devoted to themselves.
The official denial, viewed in this light, is a farcical
sidestep that will be useful (possibly) in compounding
the bucket of whitewash that will have to be pretty
freely employed before the moon has changed her
many times. The official reason for the pub-
lication of the official denial is as follows: 'As long as
the rumor was mere banter or confined to the ring of
prejudiced spite the directorate of the A. K. C. saw
fit to ignore it.' Fine and very touchingly forbearing
that, but 'there is, however, another side to the ques-
tion. It is possible that the general public, whose
affairs are faithfully attended to by the American
Kennel Club, may take the reiterated falsehood as an
accomplished fact.' Selah! Hence the official denial.
To the famous 'unexplaining explanation* has been
added an undenying denial, that is futile and foolish,
and only useful in the fact that it contains the valu-
able information that the 'general public' are 'faith-
fully attended' to by the A. K. C."
This certainly would be very valuable information
if it were true. But when this clique has mulcted the
American fancy out of something like $20,000, over
and above its running expenses, junketing trips and
big salaries for its officers, it looks as if "general
public has been faithfully attended to" in about the
same faithful manner that the footpad attends to hit
victims.
The North Texas Field Trial Association has been
recently organized with Fort Worth as its head-
quarters. The new club expects to hold its inaugural
trials during the week beginning December 10. This
makes three field trial clubs now in the state of
A VOLUME ON SUPERSTITION AND EDUCATION.
UPERSTITION and Education is the
title of a most interesting volume
of 235 pages issued lately from the
University of California press. The
author is Professor Fletcher Bascom
i Ires&lar of the department of edu-
cation. The importance and value
of a study of this character will be
clear when one reflects how large a
number of even the educated classes
cannot declare themselves out of the
bonds of superstitious faith and
belief. Owen Wister put it humorously but effectively
in the Virginian when he said "I expect in many
growed-up men you'd call sensible there's a little boy
sleepin' — the little kid that onced was — that still keeps
his fear of the dark." The conclusions reached in the
volume are based upon a classified list of superstitions
prepared in the following manner. The work began
some ten years ago, and was carried on chiefly, if
not altogether, among the young people in the State
Normal Schools at Los Angeles and Chico. Blank
slips of paper were handed to the students in the class
room, and they were asked to write out with care
all the superstitions they knew, relying each upon his
or her own memory. Following the statement of the
superstition the author was instructed to indicate
one of three things: no belief, partial belief, or full
belief. In this way specimens were gathered from
875 students. The list used by the writer in his
pamphlet was compiled on the basis of this large
collection of specimens. They have been grouped
under general headings determined by the nature of
the data which the superstitions themselves claim to
interpret. For example, the first group has to do with
superstitions regarding salt, the second regarding
bread and butter, the third tea and coffee, the fourth
plants and fruit, the fifth fire, the sixth lightning.
and so on indefinitely, some of the remaining groups
being the rainbow, the moon, stars, birds, owls, pea-
cocks, chickens, cats, dogs, frogs and toads, fish, spiders,
snakes, mirrors, spoons, brooms, horseshoes, numbers,
singing, crying, stepping on cracks, sneezing, precious
stones, wishbones, death and funerals, dreams, and
weddings. In each group the specimens are so
arranged as to bring together those most alike, always
giving precedence to the general or generic, the list
gradually approaching the specific.
BELIEF AND SUPERSTITION
The author's comments on belief and superstitions
are most instructive. The number of separate, specific,
and reliable confessions made by 875 different in-
dividuals was 7176. Of these 3951 are frank ex-
pressions of disbelief, 2132 of partial belief, and 1093
of full belief. Combining those of partial and full
belief we have 3225 confessions of belief as against
3951 of disbelief, or 55.1 per cent of disbelief to 44.9
per cent of belief. The natural inclination, perhaps,
would be to regard the number of beliefs as an
exaggeration; but against this tendency it must be
remembered that the human mind is disposed to
acknowledge its own weaknesses and shortcomings
very sparingly, so that it may safely be said that we
have here an underestimate rather than an exaggera-
tion of belief in su] erstitions. The result is, there-
fore, somewhat disturbing as indicating that prev-
alence of superstition among those who pass as
educated people, many of whom are at the present
moment, as graduates of the normal schools, teachers
in our public schools. We may well conceive that a
large number of people assume the same attitude as
that attributed to the brilliant French writer who used
the following words, "I do not believe in ghosts,
but I am afraid of them."
USES OF SUPERSTITIONS
Superstition, according to Professor Dresslar, has
several uses; but he is careful to warn the reader
that the good ends which they accomplish might have
been attained more profitably in other ways. First
of all, superstitions have been used to frighten people
into good behavior, this being especially true of
children. The following instances may be noted by
way of illustration: "If a child whirls a chair around
on one leg he will have a whipping before night;"
"if he whistles at the dinner table it will bring him
sorrow;" "if he takes some food while he has still
some of the same kind on his plate he will some day
lack for that food." This method of teaching, the
author admits, is in the long run harmful, but no one
who knows child life can doubt its temporary
effectiveness. Secondly, superstitions have been used
as devices to train people into habits of carefulness
and economy. "If you spill salt it will bring bad .
luck," hence be careful of the salt; "if you break
a mirror you will have seven years of bad luck,"
therefore handle mirrors carefully. Numerous other
uses are noted by the writer.
LUCK
Professor Dresslar devotes an interesting chapter
to a discussion of luck as contrasted with those
things which come about through "natural causes."
He tells the following story in this connection: "It
chanced one Sunday that an habitue of the casino
found his way to the English church in the vicinity,
and upon hearing the number of the hymn announced
was 'impressed with the feeling' that this was a 'lucky'
number to bet on, and immediately left the church for
the gambling table. He staked heavily on this number
and won. Following up the suggestion, he went to
church the next Sunday and remained long enousb
to get the number of the hymn announced, staked on
it, and won again. Upon confiding the secret of his
success to his friends, they, too, went to church. The
contagion spread until the exodus after the hymn
became so marked that the rector was painfully con-
scious of it, and on learning of the cause, took occa-
sion to protect himself and the good name if his
chnrch by announcing from his pulpit that in the
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future no hymn whose number was less than thirty-
seven would be selected. This number was desig-
nated because on the roulette table the highest number
was thirty-six. The strangest and most interesting
thing about this is the fact that it is true."
"CHARMS" AND "CURES"
It seems strangs, Professor Dresslar remarks, that
while medical science has progressed at a truly won-
derful rate during the past half-century "superstitious
healing" has become conspicuously common. Per-
haps it has always been so; still there seems now to
be a growing boldness about such practices hitherto
unnoticeable. The remedies suggested by supersti-
tion have not, it would seem, any real efficiency, and
answer for a cure only through suggestion. In occa-
sional specimens only has there seemed to be any im-
mediate or sufficient relation of the remedy to the
disease.
ANIMALS AND SUPERSTITIOUS LORE
The appreciation on the part of man of special
supernatural powers attributed to the lower creatures
seems most marked in relation to animals possessed
of the largest amount of mental powers. Especially
is this true of animals which have capabilities far
surpassing those of a similar kind in man. The
marvelous vision of the cat, the wonderful power of
smell which the dog possesses, and the unerring
judgment of the bees are illustrative. To these ani-
mals man has ascribed occult and supernatural powers.
The pamphlet contains a table indicating the number
of superstitions collected which relates to various
creatures. A glance at this table shows that most of
the superstitions originated in the country where a
closer contact is afforded with animals than in the
modern cities. Of all animals mentioned the cat ap-
pears oftenest, and after her, dogs, chickens, birds,
rabbits, horses, spiders, etc., in the order named.
REMEMBERING SUPERSTITIONS
Professor Dresslar gives a number of reasons ac-
counting for the fact that superstitions are usually
easily remembered; first they are well adjusted to the
memory span, i. e., they are expressed in well bal-
anced sentences of such length that they can be
spoken in' one breath; second, they contain material
which, when presented to the mind, is such as to
awaken an instinctive interest, thus satisfying a
prime condit.on of lemembering; and third, they are
very frequently put into rhymed verse.
SUPERSTITION AND EDUCATION
The concluding chapter deals directly with the
bearing of supei stition on education and educational
methods; and in this chapter the author draws con-
clusions which will unquestionably be of interest and
value to teachers who must of necessity face the
problems presented by an unexpected prevalence of
superstitious belief on the part of pupils. Among
these conclusions the following may be indicated
briefly. First, the popular notion of what constitutes
scientific evidence is sadly in error — great masses of
the people have only a vague conception of what is
meant by proof. It is observed, secondly, that we
carry about with us mental remnants, the result of
evolution from a type of mentality far be.low the
present standard, these remnants being not only use-
less, but sources of positive weakness and danger.
In the third place, we must not expect the education
of a few generations to eradicate the habits and
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barbarism. No system of education can he devised
that will reconstruct humanity in a decade or even a
century. Fourth, we must endeavor so to shape our
mental life that our feelings and emotions, like our
powers of observation and reason, will prompt us to
worthy and useful behavior.
THE NATIONAL FORESTS AND
LUMBER SUPPLY.
A PUBLICATION just issued by the Department
of Sericulture, entitled "National Forests and
, be Lumber Supply." defines the important part
which the National Forests are destined to play in
.;'^&d1or^p^^eC^
Timber from the National Forests is now purchased
by" the thousand board feet and payment is made
u,»on the actual scale of the logs when cut. 1 wo dot
Fare and a halt per thousand feet is comparatively
ow as present charges go, but since *'<£"£*£
from -.UUO to 2U.000 feet per acre, the government
recSves from five to twenty times as much for the
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used The Government has been forced into the lum-
her business solely in order that a supply of forest
nroducS may be guaranteed to future generations
P Probablv 65 per cent of the total stand ormerchant-
able timber within the forests is located on the Pacific
(■•oast where for a long time the enormous supply of
privately owned timber will satisfy most of the de-
mand This more accessible private Umbel ■ ™«£™£*
the forests as the meat of an apple s""°""?.s'f Xfe
Tt has been entirely eaten away in many places, wnue
in mhers it is locked up by speculators. The thing .to
remember then, is that this immense body of public
fimbe™ is there as a great reserve against he time
whVn private timblrlands will be depleted, and for use
a^\eWrs"^ffEeactn5ofmNa?ionayi Forests 'upon prices,
particularly where there is still a great deal of avad-
aMe K" actual rvaluehbyPwi thdra'wlnf 'he" S
u^ly of lo^pr I Air froir i the marked But
later as the suppy of timber dwindles and values are
forced upward ^/speculative holdings the : effect of
th^ forests will be to check the advance ot prices.
th In the virgin forest, growth is just about balanced
Kv Herav In the western forests, however, natural
deterioration is greatly augmented by . forest fires.
The fires -ually dgo molt harm by. damaging me™h«rt-
able timber, but, great as this mwy is, vastly more
actual loss in forest wealth results from the yearly
burning over of the grass and undergrowth of the
forest Ground fires do not consume the large trees
out they destroy seedlings outright and injure growing
trees so that they quickly decay. F.nally^he fores,
floor, composed of a mold of needles, twigs,
mosses, is burned away. .
Far beyond the present influence of the National
Forests upon the lumber supply will be their import-
ance in the future. The United States is now facing
a shortage in the stock of available timber. The yield
from the National Forests will aid g"*''* t0, br'dge
over the period in which mature timber will be lacking,
a period which will last from the time the old trees
are gone until the young trees are large enough to
take their places. ...
The definite result, therefore, of the sale of timber
from the forests will be to sustain the lumber business,
to maintain a steady range of timber values and so
discourage speculation, and, far more important still,
steadily to further the uninterrupted development of
the great industries dependent upon wood.
TWO GOOD BOOKS.
TWO books of especial merit came to our desk
this month from Charles Scribner's Sons, .New
York:
"The Romance of an Old-fashioned Gentleman," by
1 Hopkinson Smith, is one of the cleanest, sweetest
told and most healthful books that we have read
in many years, and its wholesomeness alone should
insure hundreds of thousands of readers. It is the
simple tale, more simply told, of the love of a
real gentleman, and one lays it down with the
same emotion that we inhale the fragrance of a
cluster of wood violets. And the illustrations in
color by A. I. Keller are a marvel in their artistic
beauty and exquisite composition. They may be
likened to the daintily colored Sevres bowls contain-
ing the violets — a fitting setting of gems for the
heart blossoms they infold.
"The Crested Seas," by J. B. Connolly, is fully
as good but in another vein. No man who has
a soul, through some small soft unsoldered hole
in whose callosity one glint of feeling may pene-
trate, can read "The Joy of a Christmas Passage"
and "The Magnetic Hearth" without shutting his
teeth hard as he looks up in a sudden eye mist.
It' is good reading — the kind that makes a man
stoop to kiss for the second time, on the night of
its reading, the little face in the crib or trundle bed,
and to follow with a dog's eyes the coming and
going of his wife. Full of local color of an unique
kind, full of the better humanity and broader, if a
bit humbler understanding of the human heart,
tnis little volume of sea fisher's tales is worth a
hundred times its nominal cost. Read it aloud to
your family, some night, and you will see its value
in their wet eyes.
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net, died suddenly at Oak Bluffs
79 years.
in Somerset, August 18,
entered the works of the
d., in Taunton, where he
The deceased was boi
1828. At the age of 19,
Dean Cotton & Machine
learned the machinist's trade, remaining three years.
His first work as a master mechanic was with George
P. Foster & Co., Taunton, making rifles by hand.
Two years afterward he entered the shops of the
Colt Bristol Co.. in Hartford, Ct., where he acquired
a general knowledge of the gun business. He de-
clined an offer to join in the establishment of a branch
of the Colt's business in London, Eng., and went to
Providence, where he was employed by T. R. Brown.
During his service with Mr. Brown, the latter in-
vited him to unite with him in an enterprise which
would probably have been known later as Brown &
Davis instead of Brown & Sharpe.
On Tuly 1, 1853, Mr. Davis went to Assonet and
formed a oartnership with David C. Thresher, of that
Village, under the firm name of N. R. Davis & Co.,
beginning the manufacture of muzzle-loading rifles at
what is called "The Forge." There, with an engine-
lathe, run by water-poyer, for machinery, and five
men, the firm manufactured about 150 rifles, which
were sold in small lots to hardware dealers in New
York. In the following year, the company moved to
the old Thresher building near the foot of Water
street, where, in 1858, they introduced the manu-
facture of the muzzle-loading shot gun. The business
slowly developed until the outbreak of the Civil war,
in 1861, closed the shop for awhile. Later that year,
under sub-contract with the federal government, N. R.
Davis & Co. manufactured parts of the Springfield
rifled muskets, the arm generally used throughout the
In 1862, on the retirement of Mr. Thresher from
the firm. Dr. Thomas G. Nichols became Mr. Davis'
partner, sharing equal interests with him. The plant
was enlarged as the war progressed, employing 100
men and running day and night.
On May 19, 1S64, the gun-shop was destroyed by
fire, probably due to an incendiary. The loss was
total, there being no insurance on the plant. But
the firm had established valuable credit, and was
able to rally and re-establish itself. Operations were
resumed in the old Nichols & Sampson store, where,
after a short time, musket parts were turned out as
before. By the end of the war the shop had finished,
among manv other parts, 600.000 rear leaf sights.
The rim-fire breech-loading double guns were first
made in 1866. Later came the center-fire top-action
gun, which, improved from time to time, is still the
gun usually found on the market. In the winter of
1873-4, the business of N. R. Davis & Co. was
moved to the building formerly occupied by the
sonet Machine Co. This building was much
larged, some years ago, and refitted to meet requ
ments. Dr. Nicholas died in 1883, and in the foil
ing February, Mr. Davis admitted to partnership
sons, W. A. and N. W. Davis, who have since
mained with him, the firm name being N. R. Davi:
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HE shooters of Winchester products carried off
the premier honors at the Interstate Associa-
tion's Third Annual Pacific Coast Handicap Tour-
ment held at Spokane, Washington, September 10,
and 12, the Seattle, Washington, tournament held
in that city on September .15th, and the Portland tour-
nament held at the grounds of the St. Tohn Gun
Club, Portland. Oregon, September 16 and IT. and the
tournament of the Channel Citv Gun Club held at
Santa Barbara, Cal., September 23d and 24th. The
summary of the above tournaments follow:
Interstate Tournament. — Eighty-five contestants,
forty-seven of whom used Winchester "Leader" shot
gun shells exclusively, and eight who used the
"Leader" shells in connection with others of differ-
ent makes. Forty-one of the eighty-five shooters shot
the Winchester "pump" guns exclusivelv. The Pre-
liminary Handicap was won by Frank Bartos with a
Winchester "pump" gun on the score of 88 out of 100,
high professional score in this event being made -by
Fred Gilbert from 21 yards rise, 91 out of 100. Mr.
Gilbert always uses the "Leader" shells in all his shoot-
ing. High expert average for the first dav: Fred
Gilbert. 170 out of 180, first; Harry Ellis, 167 out of
180. second, and D. W. King, Jr., 164 out of 180.
third. All the above gentlemen used the "Leader"
shells, and in connection Mr. Ellis shot a Winchester
"pump" gun. The high amateur average for this day
was made by C. M. Powers shooting the "Leader"
shells, score 174 out of 180. High expert average for
the second day: Tie between T. T. Skelly and Harry
Ellis. 93 out of 100, both using the "Leader" shells,
and Mr. Ellis a Winchester shotgun. High amateur
average for this day made by E. F. Contarr with a
Winchester "pump" gun and the "Leader" shells.
Score, 94 out of 100. High expert average for the
third day was made bv Fred Gilbert with "Leader"
shells, 100 straight. Pacific Coast Handicap won by
Max Ilensler with a Winchester "pump" gun: score
93 out of 100. In this event Mr. Hensler also used
Winchester "Leader" shells. Longest straight run of
the tournament made by Fred Gilbert, using "Leaders,"
123 consecutive breaks, eleven of which were made
from the 21 yard mark. The first, second and third
high professional averages of the entire tournament
were made by shooters using Winchester goods. Fred
Gilbert, first, 360 out of 3S0; Harrv Ellis, second. 347
out of 380, and Chris. Gottlieb, third, 342 out of 380.
Mr. Ellis and Mr. Gottlieb used Winchester guns and
"Leader" shells, and Mr. Gilbert a double gun and
"Leaders."
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CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER
Frontispiece, in Colors, from Paiqting by R. C. Thompson
Christmas in California (Verse) Harry T. Fee
Fall Fishing in the San Oal.ri.-I F. W. Rcid
Mountain Rest (Verse) Maurice Smiley
A Day on the Suisun "Montezuma"
Morning (Verse) F. M, Kellv
English Sport-Part V— Fos Hunting in the Lake District A'. Clapham
Arch Rock (Verse) 1/. faultnc Scott
The Sun Basket Fidela Gould Woodcock
Winter in Victoria / {Donald A. Frazer
To the Old Vear ■ Verse - Grace G. Bost-wick
Across the Wintry Fields \ (Grace G. Crowell
The Giant 'Gators of the Guayas -) u drew Com stock McKenzie
A Christmas Dinner in Che Mi's Edward C. Grossman
Tales of the Widgeon Club Lindsay Bancroft
Mt. Tamalpais at Sunset (Verse) Genevieve Berlolacci
South Coast Shooting— Part XI.— Some Shore Birds I Have Met "Stillhunter"
The Mocking Bird S. A. White
Wintering on the Noatak T. Raymond Stall!
Season's South Coast Yachting Races . Herbert E. Carse
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CHRISTMAS IN CALIFORNIA
WITH spruce and gum and chaparral,
With fir and lordly pine,
Where dim woods weave their mystic spell-
In valleys all ashine;
With piping quail in circling droves,
The air afill with cheer;
With sun-kissed miles of orange groves —
Oh! this is Christmas here.
With snow-gemmed peaks that shine
With all the vales abloom;
Like some lone and effulgent star
That shames the winter's gloom,
This teeming land — this golden land —
Unfolds the season's cheer,
With merry heart and willing hand —
For this is Christmas here.
With ne'er a sign of winter's gloom
By winter memories stirred;
With roses everywhere abloom;
With chirp and song of bird.
For though the summer long has fled.
There is no winter near;
With blue sky gleaming overhead —
And this is Christmas here.
Broad stretches of the fragrant earth.
Fairest that man may know;
Great mountains grim, of fabled worl
With holly buds aglow;
Wnile every joy of Christmas time
That one mayhap might hear,
E'er told in prose or sung' in rhyme — ■
Breathes: "this is Christmas here."
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B> l' W. Hun
HE season for trout-fishing in
California, as by law estab-
lished, docs not end until No-
vember. This must strike out-
siders as a rather prolonged
campaign. Fancy whipping the
streams in the land of Burns in
the month when,
"Clustering Boreas fell and dour,
Sharp-shivers through the leafless
bower."
i loot, mon !
( Ither climes, other customs. In Southern
California, the bowers are leafy all the year
round, and winter is but a name, a term of
the calendar. Scotland lies in the cold north:
Los Angeles on the same parallel of latitude
as Cairo. We are at the limit, the farthest
south of trout-fishing in the United States.
Had we no lofty mountains rising above our
plains, we should have no streams, fit for trout
to live in.
The chief resort of anglers in the southern
half of the state is the San Gabriel river. It
is eminently a mountain stream. Rising be-
hind that barricade of rocky heights, of which
,\b unit Wilson is a conspicuous buttress and
"Old Baldy", or Mt. San Antonio, the snow-
crowned king, its two branches unite at a
spot called the junction, twelve miles from
Azusa on the Santa Fe. But it does not now
flow through the land of oranges a living and
gracious presence, glassing the trees in quiet
pools. Business enterprise has spirited it
away from its rocky defile, below the junction,
and serves its waters out to the irrigated
farms through reservoirs and iron conduits.
So San Gabriel lives in the mountains most of
the time. But when, waxing high with melting
snow and copious rain, he blows his trump,
they must let him forth to rush down the rocky
defile towards the sea.
Thus it often happens that a river, unbridged
and unfordable, "cuts off the angler from his
sport in the opening month. From his office
window in the Angel City he can see the hills
of his heart's desire. Fain would he fly there,
an early bird with an early worm — fit lure for
the unschooled trout in May — but floods forbid.
Our climate, however, is thoroughly depend-
able. Soon the rains diminish to "a trace" in
the weather observer's tin pot. The watery
bars of the canons are lowered ; burros are
packed for the trail; the great holiday hegira
of the summer sets out. And if- our angler is
obliged to content himself with the latter end
of the season, a late guest at the feast, here
are compensations in store for him. He leaves
the city at its dustiest and driest. The clear
waters challenge him to show his best skill
with the fly.
And the San Gabriel is the "beau ideal" of a
fly-fisher's stream. In Northern California, as
far as my experience goes, all that gives grace
and finish to the scenery, the beautiful trees
that hide the rough edges of the hills, grow
so thickly as to hamper the play of rod and
line. On the McCloud long stretches of allur-
ing water are protected from the flying hook
by drooping branches. One has to scale 'cliffs,
to walk woodland trails to where openings
have been cut in the brushwood. But the
southern stream rivals in ease of angling cir-
cumstances those Highland waters where the
heather offers the only impediment to the
foot, and the slender birch tree lifts its arms
to allow free passage to the line. The hills
are not thickly forested : it is a rocky country
with tall timber bristling against the sky-line
and dense deer-concealing chaparral covering
the declivities. In the bed of the narrow
canons grow sycamores, maples, and live oaks.
But the banks of the stream are jealously re-
served to themselves by the alders.
Now this most accommodating tree not only
points its branches upwards, but early in life
loses its lower limbs. Growing in close ranks
by the water, the alders form an arcade of
smooth grey trunks and meeting branches,
under which there is ample space for the rod
to play. And where the alders find no soil
there are wide stretches of shingle, granite
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On the San Gabriel— The First Snowfall
bowlders of all shapes and sizes, white and
gray, over and among which the stream chafes
and struggles, naked to sun and sky. Free
play to his arm, few branches to snare his
tackle, what wider scope does the angler
need?
Visit the river about the autumnal equinox,
and you find it sunk considerably below its pale
glaring beaches. Several feet above its dry-
weather level, stacks of driftwood are caught
in the willow bushes, rude piles fit for the,
nesting of Sinbad's gigantic roc. The water is
unspeakably limpid. Not "Abana and Phar-
phar, lucid streams," were more transparent.
Under the trees the pools are stained a clear
emerald, slashed with amber shadows. Out
from the ankle-deep sandy fording-places the
trout flee at your approach, like shadows be-
fore the sunrise.
Nature's usual handicap confronts the fall
fisher. Things are smooth on one side, hard
on the other. You can travel anywhere, and
without difficulty; but the clearness of the
stream calls for a long line and gossamer
tackle. Fish "far and fine" is the word. But
the flies commonly sold in the shops for use
on the Pacific Coast are tied on gut of a
thickness that is reserved elsewhere for lake
fishing. Now mountains are plenty, but lakes
rare in California. Along the San Gabriel we
have but one; a delightful little tarn, sunk in
a dimple of the mountains and hedged round
with feathery spruces. "Crystal Lake" they
call it ; and there you can lazy in a boat, and
in spite of its name troll with stout tackle and
revolving spoon. In the more crystalline river
waters, small hackle flies, mounted on drawn
gut, are the most killing. Drawn gut is prac-
tically invisible in water, at any rate to the
human eye, and therefore best suited for
streams that are low and clear.
The baits most easily procurable in the fall
are grasshoppers and frogs. Hunting the lively
"hopper" is an art ancillary to angling, and
one that all who aim to catch big trout should
acquire. It also affords some exercise and
amusement on off-days. A fat insect, properly
hooked, is a tempting lure to the trout in the
lean months, when the streams are filtered
almost clear of drowning ephemerids. Frog's
leg, tod, is a delicacy in high esteem with the
epicures of the pool. In the autumn, however,
it is no easy matter, even with these dainties,
to land a string of seven trout weighing ten
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Crystal Like
pounds and a half, as the lucky angler may
hope to do in June.
For the late comer is like a guest who sits
down to table at the eleventh hour. Round
about the resorts to which city folk come to
pass their week ends, the rods, since July
opened, have been rising and falling regularly,
like flails in the hands of the harvester of the
olden time. Xear Rincon and Fallows, where
several hundred visitors congregate during the
lively season, the river is "fished out"' early.
At any rate that is the self-sparing verdict of
the unsuccessful angler; but the dictum need
not preclude the expert from trying his luck
there. But even he is not likely to bag the
legal limit, while the novice's daily report in-
variably runs : "Nothing doing."
Xo : for "results", as the advertising agencies
have it, the best plan after the end of August
is to push on towards the sources of either
fork of the river.
Its waters may be roughly divided into three
zones. The lowest and most thoroughly fished
extends upwards for, say, ten miles from the
junction. It includes the permanent camps,
and for a space the wagon road, as it is called,
but it is a mere track. Here you see the works
of the paint-pot men, — advertisements defac-
ing the rocks by the wayside, bowlders smeared
with such trivialities as "Hello, Bill !". "Keep
moving', — anything to catch the eye, to raise
a smile or perhaps a snort of contempt. Xext
comes the region of the holiday campers, of
those nomads who make for themselves lairs
in the hills, constructing with rude art tables
of shakes and wire, benches of alder logs, mat-
tresses of sacking stuffed with leaves, and
hanging the uncomplaining trees with such
strange fruit as soap-boxes, to serve as larders.
From these family camps the exodus home-
wards and schoolwards is generally mid-Sep-
tember. They are abandoned, and discarded
frying-pans and old magazines are left behind
for the curious scrutiny of the squirrels and
crows.
Of these ready-made resting places, they
make inns for the night who climb the rugged
granite steps of the third degree, "hiking" ever
onward towards the ultimate sources of the
river. Here is the Ultima Thule of the ad-
venturous camper, walled in by the divide and
the higher mountains. From a distant survey,
it is a country' of white granite stencilled with
black markings, which are trees.
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323
In the head waters, notably in Iron Fork,
there are pools deep enough for the play of
spoon-baits. Thereabouts is the best fishing
in the fall, — Fish, Iron, or Prairie Fork. The
pilgrimage is long; arduous and stony the
way ; the crowd have tailed off and pitched
their tents below. Therefore these higher
streams are in no wise fished out. Indeed few
remain to fish them after August, and a gre-
garious man might find the lonesomeness of
these retreats oppressive. Deer-hunters re-
main in camp till October and they will fish
for the pot. There are, besides a few more or
less permanent residents, the miners and
prospectors who occupy the^ough cabins built
against the hillsides. But there is elbow room
enough up here to satisfy the most exacting.
For your inveterate angler is by no means
gregarious. He has no use for jolly crowds
by the riverside ; he prefers the solitary pool.
Few, however, carjry their jealousy of angling
rivals to such a pitch as did a certain Perth-
shireman. He could not abide the sight of
another rod where he was fishing, even though
it nodded to him across the interval of half a
mile of water. It was a signal to him to put
up his tackle and stalk over the brae to the
next loch. In the hills where he lived, there
was a chain of small lakes ; and his neighbors
conspired against his captious exclusiveness.
One Saturday when Mac, disturbed at his
first selected spot, had begun to fish a second
loch, a "brither Scot" bobbed up from the
heather to share or dispute the solitude with
him. Away he fled in dudgeon, only to meet
the same disconcerting fate at the next loch.
And so he wasted his half-holiday, dodging
through the heather, like a hunted stag, and
never finding a place where he could fish all
by himself.
That is an example of the ultra-selfish in
angling, a variety of that widely distributed
genus, the Trout-hog. But the pursuit of the
contemplative man's recreation does not nor-
mally tend towards misanthropy. It is, how-
ever, a safe cure for lonesomeness; and one
remarks that the best of companions can, when
the fish are biting, put up with a spacious
solitude. And if the fish are shy, your versatile
angler of the modern type is quite content to
be left alone with nature. He is, or should be,
no mere killer of fish, but a man with senses
alert and apprehensive of Nature's %ign-
language.
The outward indications of the fall season
in our mountains are few, but significant. The
dense chaparral which covers the lower slopes
as with a rough coat of frieze has changed the
facings of its summer uniform. The somber
green is laced and streaked with rusty red.
with patches of dun color. The tall shafts of
the Yucca, which in July were hung around
with waxen bells, are now withered and ready
to fall. The alders are stripped to bare poles,
all but their green-tufted tops ; blotches of
yellow mar the green of sycamore and maple.
But in the south leaf decay is slow and pro-
longed ; and so many trees are evergreens that
the pageant of autumn seems dim and dull,
when one remembers the glories of that season
farther north, where the forests have fixed
in their foliage the fleeting splendors of the
sunset. The dusty ground is bright in spots
with flowers, — a scarlet fuchsia, yellow and
purple Michaelmas daisies. But the only
effective leaf pigment is that of the clinging
poison-oak, which flares a claret-red over the
cold gray faces of the cliffs.
These rocky wilds are but thinly peopled
with bird and beast. Rarely does the angler
check his footsteps to observe the stag drink-
ing unafraid from the stream. There are
signs that the keen eye notes, — tracks of deer ;
the broad "spoor" of the mountain lion pricked
out on the sand. But how rarely are the ani-
mals seen ! Occasionally a lynx or a wildcat
may drop lightly onto a log. stare for a sec-
ond at the intruder, and be gone. .Nor is the
wanderer beguiled by the cheerful company
and voices of many birds. The squawk of the
blue jay one hears, the harsh scream of the
woodpecker; the shy mountain wren slips out
of her hiding place and in again, like a brownie
of the wilds. Kingfishers do not seem to fre-
quent the San Gabriel. One bird alone is as
constant to the stream as the devoted angler,
and that is the dipper. Him you will see in
his weeds of sober black, flitting from rock to
rock ahead of you, bowing and peering into
the deep. The spirit of the "miner, forty-
niner", who "lost his Clementine" in such a
mountain canon, perhaps inhabits this soli-
tary brrd, who silently quests the pools as if
seeking for a lost mate.
If birds are scarce, insects are plentiful
enough : gaudy dragon-flies, painted with red
or blue enamel, chirping crickets, grasshoppers
skirling like pipers, and small but troublesome
gnats. If a comprehensive anathema could
away with the germs Culex in all its varieties,
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let it be prpnounced. The black atomies circle
round one's head, piping and trumpeting; they
wind closer and closer till they dart between
the eyelids. What they want there, I do not
know, unless it is to sip tears. But their
swarms are a plague in the fall, not to be
stayed except by tobacco smoke. Now a man
cannot smoke like a chimney, and the gnats
simply tag after him until his cigar-butt drops.
The tolerable fly, the foolish insect that attends
to its ephemeral business of falling into the
water and the mouth of a hungry fish, is not
common. Uncultivated hills are not prolific in
them. Their broods teem in rich arable land ;
they spawn in water meadows fertilized with
animal droppings. But store of hard, shining
beetles, "gleaming in purple and gold", live in
the punky, rotten wood that litters the river
banks. That, perhaps, is the reason why
artificial flies, tied with tinsel or peacock's
'herl,' are so deadly in these mountain streams.
They are meant to imitate the metallic glitter
of beetles.
The mountain air is genially cool ; neither
touched with frost, nor oppressed with heat.
In the canons it is often quite still ; at sunset
always so. Then falls an eventide, serene and
beautiful, when the tracery of the unshaken
trees stands outlined firm against a primrose
sky. Even in late September the nights are
surprisingly warm; and if benighted one can
sleep comfortably alongside a fire without
needing a blanket. It is an autumn of the
semi-tropics, tranquil and mild.
But as you linger amid the hills, lapped in
this sweet serenity, there may come a sudden
change. A storm of wind swoops down from
the high peaks by night. You wake to hear
the rain drumming on your canvas roof, the
crackle of falling branches, the crash of a
smitten tree. Next morning the sunbeams
play on an amber-colored stream that carries
down rafts of leaves and broken twigs ; and
these' form weirs at the lip of every cascade.
The air is laden with the fragrance of the
grateful earth.
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And through the water, as the amher clouds
with silt, there speeds a swift message to the
trout. It means an increased supply of food,
drowning flies and other insects, — a change
from the meager diet of the dry season. The
fish rise to its summons ; and now, if ever in
the fa^ll, comes your chance under cover of the
turbid waters to basket the legal limit.
But out of touch as you needs must be
with weather forecasts, you never can tell but
the message may have a special meaning for
yourself. The rainy season may be commenc-
ing early. Hidden away in a canon, how can
the angler guess what depressions are form-
ing out on the Pacific ocean?
He may be surprised by a fall of snow, and
see the high mountains all robed in gleaming
white. A ' beautiful spectacle, this, as viewed
from an orange-scented garden in the plains.
But up in the hills it is a token to the camper
to fold up his tent. Fall fishing is over ami
done.
For the season is warm ; the snow will melt
rapidly off the mountains and foul the waters.
An early flood may swell the fords and cut off
egress from the narrow canons ; the angler is
then weatherbound and perhaps short of pro-
visions. He may find himself stalled, like the
rustic in the Latin phrase, "waiting with gap-
ing mouth for the river to cease flowing."
The clouds roll by, the sun shines warm ; the
heavy rains may still lie unborn in the womb
of the Pacific. But it is wise not to linger in
the mountains in the month of Thanksgiving ;
better pack and return to the plains. You have
caught your last string of trout at a time when
your fellow-craftsmen of the north arc spin-
ning their yarns, and warming themselves be-
fore the club fire. And you go home to find
the earth teeming with green blades, and smil-
ing with the promise of the orange harvest.
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*OD send to every hot and
The rest of one dear can
teeming haunts ofc men a
shadowed trail, the while
walk thro' all the wonder
stop to pluck a flower,
To feast the eye on
The silver ribbon of
Some vista of the vin
Some castled crag or
How sweet to rise a
GOD send to every hot and tossing heart
Th- rf*et nf nr,* H^r rsnnn night. To leave
i climb some cool
the world recedes ;
of the hills
a flower, and gather here
filigree of fern ;
some green stretch of pines,
some prowling stream,
es, the plain behind,
pinnacle of peak before,
nd go my way until
I reach the spot where Nature hath prepared
Her guest-room for me, hung
The windows open softly thro' the trees;
The ceiling is the canopy of blue;
The couch — ah, who shall say how finely sweet
The spiced aroma of the needles is,
How soft the perfumed tangle I arrange
As twilight falls?— and n<
Are lighting me to slumber and
The darkness round me like
I feel my mother, Nature, tuck me in. —
And now the white regattas of the clouds
Sail past me as the moonbeams gently kiss
My closing eyes to rest and happy dreams.
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N IDEAL day for ducks, in the
mind of our Eastern brethren,
is one invariably associated
with cold, blustering weather,
wind, sleet, snow and the thou-
sand and one other discomforts
usually attendant on such cli-
matic conditions. But out here
in favored California it is
usually — but not always — a day
of balmy sensuousness, tempered with just
enough wind to suit the shortest-sheared lamb
that ever gamboled. Here it is generally a
day of blue skies and mirror-placid waters,
ruffled a bit, mayhap, in the heel of the after-
noon, by a gentle breeze seldom strong enough
to disperse the swarms of gnats and mosquitos
that always complement a seance with Nature
in the marsh lands.
It is just before morning of such a day
that I awake in the soft dusk which drapes
the famous Suisun marsh as with a velvet
mantle ; a morning redolent with the subtle
odors of fen and bog, a morning clamorous
with the marsh voices — umph of mallard,
squeak of teal and whistle of widgeon,
punctuated melodiously every few bars of
this enchanting music with the grunts of
gorging canvasbacks, the querulous protest of
pintails — "sprigs" in the Pacific nomen-
clature— or the sonorous honk of Canada
geese.
In the blackness of the hour just before
dawn everything breathes of indeterminate
mystery; the Cordelia slough's ripples reflect
in oily undulations the noiseless passage of
some adventurous fowl, fossicking about after
By Montezuma"
some stray morsel from the store of
duck delectables scattered broadcast by
the lavish hand of my host, who would
rather see one lone, live wild duck in his door-
yard decoy puddle than a hundred dead ones
in his game lockers. Over the whole marsh
lies the dusky promise of delights' to come
at its unveiling, the same sort of promise that
lurks in the reboza-hidden sable eyes of a
southland senorita, coquettishly turned upon
one through the glamour of a moonlit mid-
night. And that voice of the night-robed
Suisun! How it soothes, saddens, thrills,
subdues and exhilarates one in turn, if not
indeed all at one and the same time. But
under all its inflections there lies an assurance
of joy, for the refrain of its song is "Ducks,
Ducks, Ducks" — and the world knows what
these words mean on the Suisun: thousands
of them, now and for all time to come if the
preserve owners and sportsmen will only
judiciously conserve their heritage. It is a
pleasure to note that they are doing so on
this greatest of Pacific duck pastures ; for
five days of each week in the open season,
and seven days in closed, here is sanctuary
and good living for the toothsome wanderers.
On most, if indeed not all Suisun preserves,
shooting is discontinued after five o'clock in
the afternoon of the two weekly shooting days
as well, despite the fact that the wise birds,
with a "most miraculous comprehension of
horology, defer their heaviest flights into the
well baited ponds until after that hour, tim-
ing with exasperating nicety their incoming
just ten minutes after you have regretfully
lifted your last decoy. This, too, in face of
the legal sanction to shoot for more than sixty
more delirious minutes, under conditions that
would almost positively assure a full "limit"
bag to every gun, after the ethics of Suisun
forbids your denting another primer. And yet
the envious — or, let us say rather uninitiated —
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Mr. Richards Shot He
Poling to My Blind
caviling at that of which they know nothing
and seem to appreciate less, call these pre-
serve owners "greedy game-hogs, selfish shoot-
ing fiends," etc., ad nauseam, forgetting that
the generous overflow of these duck-preserving,
fowl feeding and breeding sanctuaries will
alone secure their own shooting in these days
of fast decreasing, because market-butchered
birds !
But "enough of homilies. This is "Green
Lodge," the preserve of that prince of duck
hunters, Mr. W. W. Richards ; the day — and
all days are glorious in such company on the
Suisun — is before me, and there goes the
breakfast bell, dulcet sound ! For one's appe-
tite always sharpens with expectation, and
I know from experience what to expect at
Green Lodge, both on the mahogany and in
the blind. * * *
By a most comfortable road of tule-screened
planking we reach the boat slips just as the
sable lightens to puce and the reflections turn
bluish-grey instead of black. As the keeper
precedes me in his "tule-splitter" to point the
way to my blind and put out the decoys,
there is a thunderous whirling of wings —
overhead, around, everywhere about — as the
fowl leave their nocturnal feast and scurry
horizon-ward at our approach. When he has
finally gone, with a word of good wishing
and a last loving pat to the tule sheets of
my reclining place, I get the old briar-root
under way and grunt in soulful gasps the
enjoyment I am too full to voice. Over in
the East there comes a red thread in the
somber fabric of the sky; then a band of
mauve edged with rose fringes the hem of
Night's kirtle and the pond before me is
a bowl of pink wine. I stoop forward to
replace a box of shells on the blind shelf —
Zis-s-c-z!
I laugh deprecatingly as I eject the empties
and close the little sixteen gauge. "That's
what comes of star-gazing instead of attend-
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328
western vuu.d
ing in business." Hut all the same I am glad
that never a single feather floats down. I was
fully three feet behind that brace of teal com-
ing from behind me al a sixty-mile gait,
and I am content Better that than an im-
possible to mark cripple. But all the same
I button my shooting coat at the neck and
tentatively swing the butt to my shoulder to
ascertain and provide against any possible
future interference.
That is better, even if I had to give him
a second barrel coup and the big sprig drifts
shoreward in a way that leaves me no con-
cern. Less than a minute later he is one of
silent until a single straggler from the bunch
staggers twice to my shots and flares away
to his finish at Richard's hands.
It is lighter now and the next three ducks,
a single widgeon and a brace of teal, come
to misfortune in the air before me. Then a
series of ensuing mishaps — birds dropping
dead hundreds of yards away in the impene-
trable tules, as utterly lost as the proverbial
needle in the haystack; the swerving aside,
at the inopportune discharge of Richard's gun,
of the banner flock of sprigs of the day, just
as they were about to swing into range ; the
miraculous coming to life of one of my half-
three, a double on widgeon completing the
trio, and I am beginning to breed a conceit
that is carried out of me and away on the
wings of a pair of blue-bills whose distance
and speed I badly miscalculate. Again that
determined grip on the gun and a hardening
of the wrinkles. Then a lightning snap at
three ghostly teal and the merciful second
barrel on that one of the two who is still
kicking.
"Mark, Sprigs!" — and I watch to see if my
host has heard. Over his blind they circle and
swing a couple of times, and then out of the
team tie two leaders drop as the nitro im-
peratively calls. Both dead, for his gun is
"An unexpected right and left
hour dead teal, who deliberately possomed his
float to a point out of range and then got
up and just flew away!
Doesn't Richards ever miss any birds ! They
are staying with him at every shot and only
twice do I hear him "crippling." I am
devoutly glad of his work, for like the gen-
erous fellow that he is he insisted on giving
me the best blind and his chances are few
in comparison. Thrice he pulls birds out of
the sky from distances that make me yell
with sheer delight — birds killed so dead that
they fall like plummets and stay down.
At eleven o'clock comes the keeper with
a call to luncheon,- followed later by my host
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with his camera. With malice prepense he
snaps my attempts at two separate stragglers
who venture over my head as I am retrieving
my dead hirds, and were it not for the fear
that it would draw down upon my devoted
head the cry of "nature faker" from some
hypercritical Teddy hear, I would caption the
picture results as "An unexpected right and
left while retrieving," for the temptation is
great. But they are mighty good pictures —
even if my shooting was "rotten" — and they
are reproduced here with no apology, for
Mr. Richards is as clever with the camera
as he is with a hreechloader, and generous
with my own luck in being here in full en-
joyment of the whole combination? In the
lassitude of perfect relaxation I give it up
and fall asleep under the opiate of Suisun's
magic croon. * * *
"If you are quite ready," says my host with
an apologetic deference that but thinly veils
his impatience with my blessed laziness, "I'd
like to rout out that cloud of mallards before
they clean up all the bait in the ponds."
Mallards ! I am out of my slippers and
into waders before he has done talking and
he chuckles at the transformation. We have
discarded the heavy clothing of the morning.
ng'' (Both misses)
to a fault with the proceeds of both. * * *
' In the luxurious half hour of hammock and
cigars that succeeds luncheon, I try to figure
out which I envy most : my host or his head
keeper, Ed. Scott. I decide at length on the
latter, for while money, brains and unlimited
energy will attain to about all the good things
there are going, yet they don't stand deuce
high in comparison with Scott's luck at getting
■ such a berth as he so admirably fills. Money
can't buy true loyalty any more than it can buy
the wag of a dog's tail and so, after all,
the luck is on my host's side again — and it
is only the luck, not the material possessions
that I envy. And then, what's the matter
and clad in light weights more compatible
with the over-warm air, are soon in our
blinds waiting expectantly for the unfailing
two o'clock flight.
For some reason there has been very little
shooting on adjacent preserves air day, and
only an occasional shot at long intervals
breaks the silence of the SuisUn, excepting
always the continuous clamor of thousands of
geese overhead, wedging their way across the
blue ether with contemptuous disregard of
the puny mortals beneath their feet. Never
by any chance, on a fair day like this, do
they come within scatter-gun range, and as
I lazily watch their aerial maneuvers I re-
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solve — as 1 always re-
olvi and never do —
to bring ;i small bore
rifle :i 1< >i i vc. next time,
and fool some of
those big loafei s
"Mark!" and I
swing the little Le-
fever ahead of a big
sprig who tumbles
almost into the blind,
his team mate stand-
ing on his tail in the
effort to get away
from that mysterious
effort to quietly watch the incoming horde
and at last the hour
of five arrives.
When we count
noses and bills at the
slip we tally up better
than forty birds be-
tween us — enough and
more than enough.
Vet it takes an ef-
fort to stand quietly
watching the hordes
of incoming birds
hurtling around us at
easy range, secure in
their knowledge, how-
hail Which always
flies upward instead of
downward and stings
so viciously. He ac-
complishes it in safety,
but makes the mistake
of swinging across
the danger zone of the
heavy twelve gauge
in my host's blind,
and he pays the pen-
alty of his last great
mistake. Then anon
there come flares of
widgeon and hailings
of teal that alike pay
toll in their passing,
'A last lingering look"
beit mysteriously ac-
quired, that it is five
o'clock and all danger
is over for a half
week more.
We take one last
lingering look at a
cloud of ducks cir-
cling above the blinds
we have just left,
then with light hearts
but heavy game straps
we bend our steps to
the Lodge, filled with
the ineffable content-
ment born of a good
day on the Suisun.
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ENGLISH SPORT
By R. Clapham.
PART V. Fox-hunting in the Lake District.
HEN summer wanes and the
turning of the leaves heralds
the approach of autumn, then
does the hunting man in Eng-
land begin to think about the
coming season and calculate
on ways and means to enable
him to enjoy his favorite sport
with hounds.
If he be a wealthy man
and happens to live within the limits of one
of the crack hunt territories, he will keep
up a stable of hunters and enjoy sport with
the best of them in the Shires.
Possibly he may be but a one-horse man,
and if so he will probably seek out some
pack of harriers or less fashionable provincial
fox-hound pack with whom to enjoy his sport,
or it may be that he relies solely on his own
stout legs to carry him during the day, and
if so he can choose between many packs both
in the Nortli and South, all of which are
patronized entirely by foot-hunters, and which
show the best of sport to their fields.
Most of these foot-packs consist of harriers,
beagles or basset hounds, and their quarry
is the hare, but should our Nimrod still
wish to hunt 'bold Reynard', he will be
obliged to migrate to the northern district,
amongst the crags, mountains and moors of
Cumberland and Westmoreland ; where the
foxhounds, hunted and followed on foot, run
into and pull down the wild hill-foxes of the
fells.
To follow a foxhound pack on foot, when
the huntsman and his field are mounted, is
a business not easy of accomplishment in the
low-country, unless the runner be extremely
long winded and have an intimate knowledge
of the district and the run of the foxes ;
although at the present time there are official
hunt "runners" with several of the well-
known packs.
The writer has followed and run with both
the Braham Moor and Badsworth hounds
in Yorkshire, on off days when he was not
hunting with the Beagles or Bassets, and has
managed to see considerable sport into the
bargain ; but the strain on a person who
regularly hunts on foot with a fast pack is
rather too much of a good thing, unless that
person be abnormally keen and possesses the
above mentioned atrtibutes also, i. e., good
wind, and a sound constitution, coupled
with great powers of endurance.
In the Lake District of Cumberland and
Westmoreland the runner can find his ideal,
for in this mountainous country the hounds
are all hunted and followed on foot, owing
to the unrideable nature of the surroundings
in which the hill foxes live and carry on their
depredations. The visitor must not expect to
see a well groomed field of mounted men,
with all the glories of pink coats and snowy
breeches, but instead a crowd of sporting
farmers, dalesmen who know every inch of the
country and are keen and eager to see hounds
run. The huntsman, usually a weather-
beaten, sharp featured man, hardy as the
foxes he hunts, is the only person who dons
the scarlet and a hunting cap, and his hounds
and terriers are a hard-working, hard-bitten
pack, game to run all day and all night if
need be, over a country which is one of the
roughest and most dangerous in England.
Many of these north country hounds are
the direct descendants of those once hunted
by that most famous of all north country
huntsmen — John Peel — of whom was written
the well known song 'D'ye ken John Peel'
sung at all hunt dinners and other jollifica-
tions from England to the Antipodes, where-
ever a few hunting men from the Old Land
foregather in the interest of their beloved
sport with horn and hound. The writer has
heard it and joined in the chorus both in
New Zealand and Canada, as well as in the
district in which the famous huntsman once
showed such excellent sport in the old days.
A great number of these north country
hounds are of lighter build than those in use
in the Shires and the Provinces, for the
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simple reason that the roiigh country they
hunt needs a lot of getting over, and a
moderately light hound can go the pace better
than a heavy one under such conditions.
They are also, many of them, as for in-
stance the Eskdale and Enncrdalc pack, bred
very light in colour, being almost white, with
but few dark markings, the reason for which
is that the huntsman can see them at a
Coverts are few and far between, and
amongst the higher parts of the district there
are none at all, the foxes living amongst the
cliffs and masses of loose rock which cover
much of the country.
When once their fox is unkenneled and
away, the pack have their work cut out to
race him to death over a difficult and danger-
ous country, and it often happens that hounds
ng the Ulswatej^Pack at Ble
End
greater distance when running amongst the
hills, than he could if they were dark colored,
as the white shows up far better against the
dark background of mountain and heather.
The methods of hunting these hill-foxes
carry us back in fancy to the old days when
every Squire and yeoman kept hounds and
trailed up to their fox or hare very early in
the morning. There is no great gathering
at 11 o'clock in the morning, a quick draw, a
"Tally O! gone away!" with the pack crashing
out of cover almost on the back of their
fox, but instead, an early meet, and then a
long draw up to their fox, before the pack
unkennel him and start to force him along
for his life.
get crag-bound from following a fox onto
some almost inaccessible ledge amongst the
cliffs, from which there is no return, and a
rescue has to be effected by means of some
hardy dalesman and a rope, with which the
adventurous rescuer is lowered over the rocks
to enable him to save the hound from his
precarious position.
A fox will often thus take temporary
refuge upon some ledge or other position on
the rocks where he fancies he is safe from
his pursuers, and this, in the parlance of the
district is termed "binking". Usually, how-
ever, some hound is about as good a climber
as the fox, and Reynard has to quickly
evacuate his post in favor of some other and
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335
safer position. It is of course utterly im-
possible to stop any earths as they do in
the low country, and consequently a great
many foxes are run to ground amongst the
rocks and have to be bolted by the terriers.
Here again, danger intrudes upon the sport.
The terriers, always the gamest of the game,
will go to ground in any hole or crevice into
which they can squeeze their way, and even
though they reach their fox, at times they
cannot bolt him, and by moving around in the
subterranean passages, rocks and stones are
disturbed and their outlet is cut off.
This of course necessitates a rescue by
those outside, and great care has to be taken
when moving rocks so as to get near the
dogs, that no stones or other masses of rock
become loosened and fall in upon them.
Terriers have been killed by such accidents.
Some extraordinary long runs have been
recorded with many of these packs, as the
annals of the hunts will show; and at the
present time, the runs are always of far longer
duration than any that take place in the low
country.
These hill packs run into and kill their fox
but do not break him up, which is a good
thing when one considers the difficulty at-
tached to the sport : i. e. being able to keep
sufficiently close to hounds, to be up at the
kill; and save a brush or a mask as a
memento of the run.
The North country, like the "West
Countree" of Devon and Somerset, can count
amongst its Masters of Hounds a parson, just
as the famous 'Parson Jack Russell' was so
well known with the staghounds and fox-
hounds over the heather of Dartmoor and
l hi
and others have been imprisoned for days at
a time, until their release was finally effected.
Should the fox bolt however, the pack are
in waiting outside, and it is usually but a
short lived run before Reynard is bowled over
and the Woo-Whoop ! echoes amongst the
hills.
the coombes and hills of the south-west.
The Rev. J. C. Reynolds is Master of the
Coniston Foxhounds and he still is keen on
the sport he loves so well. The Lake
District packs retain their Masters as a rule
for very lengthy periods, as witness the late
Mr. John Crozier, Master of the Blencathra,
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John Peel— From an Old Print
who carried the horn for a period of over
sixty years before his death, a record to be
proud of, as being the oldest M. F. H. in
England.
An account of hill fox-hunting would be
hardly complete without a mention of John
Peel, the once famous Cumberland huntsman ;
and to those who know the song "D'ye ken
John Peel", a few facts concerning the
famous character himself may be of interest.
John Peel was a man of six feet and more in
height, and his- education, beyond a perfect
knowledge of hunting, was of the most limited
description. He was born at Ruthwaite near
Treby. and lie was finally laid to rest in the
church-yard of Coldbeck, at the foot of the
hills he loved so well.
No wile of fox or hare could ever escape
him', and he gave up everything to enjoy the
sport he loved. It is said of him that no
earthly consideration, not even the death of a
relative, would cause him to leave hounds
once they were on their quarry's line. He
was a capital runner and also a good horse-
man, and like many other old time hunts-
man, he was fond of his glass. He used to
ride a pony which would always carry him
safely home when under the influence — which
used to occur rather frequently after the
excitement of a good run was over — and hs
had retired to some village inn to pass the
evening, and hunt the fox over again with
his special cronies.
It is said of him that he rode after and
caught a hare with his whip-thong, just as
Parson Jack Russell once rode down and
captured a fawn with his whip in a park on
one of the Devonshire estates.
Amongst those of a later generation who
were able to remember him, can be men-
tioned Sir Wilfred Lawson, who was entered
by him with his own hounds.
Peel died in the year 1854, and in 1858,
four years after his death, an extremely long
run is recorded of twenty miles from Skiddaw
to Coniston.
Peel had a son named Peter, who took
after his father in his love for hounds and
hunting. John Woodcock Graves, who wrote
the famous hunting song, was a frequent
visitor to Peel's house and he tells us that
the young Peter, instead of saying his prayers
on going to bed, would instead, begin by a
call to the hounds. He would speak aloud,
and hunt them thus by name from the quest
upwards. As Graves says "Peel would look at
me and exclaim 'Damn it! Peter has her off!
Noo he'll gae to sleep !' Peel would listen to
the boy as he spoke, and looking to the reality
of the supposed hunt would exclaim, now and
then : 'Noo, Peter, that's a double, try back !
Hark ye !' etc., when there was an imaginary
check ; or 'That's Mopsy running foil ; run
Peter, run !' etc., until the hunt was ended and
the boy fell asleep. Peel's tombstone in Cold-
beck churchyard is decorated with designs of a
hunting horn and whip, as befits the memory
of such an accomplished huntsman. His old
pack, after his death, once ran their fox
through the churchyard and over his grave,
pulling their quarry down close to the last
resting place of the man who could give the
shrillest view hallo and was the finest hunts-
man in the north country.
The correct words of the old song have
from time' to time been altered from the
original, and it does not read quite correctly
according to the first copies issued ; as for
instance the line 'D'ye ken John Peel with
his coat so gay" is in reality 'D'ye ken John
Peel with his coat sae gray' as Peel did not
wear scarlet when hunting.
Of the present day packs hunting the Lake
District the following list is I think correct.
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Blencathra (11 1/2 couple), (Three days a
week), Kennels Threlkeld, Keswick.
Coniston (9J^ couple), (vari9us), Kennels
The Green, Ambleside.
Eskdale and Ennerdale (15 couple), (two
days a week), Kennels Milkinstead, Eskdale.
Ullswater (13 couple), (Three per week),
Kennels Patterdale Hall, Pemith..
Windermere Harriers (fox and hare), (16
couple), (Three days a week), Kennels
Ambleside, Windermere.
There are other huntsmen who follow in the
steps of John Peel, as for instance Joe Bow-
packs, all have a tendency to shorten the
life of the sport; and though it cannot lose, at
least for many years, its hold upon the people,
it is yet year by year becoming more and
more the sport of the wealthy inhabitants.
To those who love hunting for hunting's
sake, and who like to see hounds work ir-
respective of the attractions of galloping and
jumping, the Lake District holds out a
welcoming hand ; for there the sport is really
wild, like the country and the foxes which
inhabit it, and so it will be for years to come,
for the simple reason that building operations,
II
man, huntsman to the Ullswater, who is a
great favorite and an acknowledge^ expert
with the pack he hunts.
It is not an easy life, and a man who would
aspire to carrying the horn with a Lakeland
pack must be inured to rough weather and
long tramps o'er hill and mountain.
Fox-hunting in the Shires and other south-
ern counties is not what it used to be in our
forefathers' days. The increase of wire, and
the gradual encroachment of bricks and
mortar into various districts once good hunt-
ing territory, to say nothing of the enormous
fields which turn out to meet the fashionable
crowds of people and other nuisances will
have no place in such a mountainous and
picturesque environment.
Now foxes may prowl in the wide open day,
Nor the hare out so lightly need steal ;
For the hounds have all singled and gone far
away,
When they heard of the death of John Peel.
Ye foxes that prowl in the churchyard to
howl,
Beware of his grave as you go ;
Or to your surprise, by Jove he may rise,
With a screech and a loud Tally! Ho.
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ARCH ROCK
XV/AS it a thousand years in building?1
" Or myriad ages till it was complete?
How many waVes were at work in the forming.
Treading its base with persistent feet?
How many tides were ebbing and flowing,
Dashing, and smoothing the wall away —
As adamant seeming — with gem-lights flashing
When the green waves broke in a mist of spray?
Billow on billow forever returning,
Dying mid pearl-drops in efforts faint.
Spending their strength at the unopened portal
That ever ignored their ceaseless* plaint,
Till, all of a sudden it oped — and then
The entering sea merely moaned #gain.
— M. Pauline Scott.
N THE heart of the Red Earth
country, about one hundred
and fifty miles north of San
Francisco, today one may see
rancherias of Indian villages
called pomos. These are most
numerous in Sonoma, Lake and
Mendocino counties, where the
creeks around Russian river
abound in fish. "Bam," the
basket plant, either grass, vine or tree, grows
in profusion in the root of sedge, wild grape,
or willow along the fringed edges of lake and
stream. The sherry-brown-red bark of the root
of the redwood tree and the brilliant black
covering of the unpeeled tule root — especi-
ally the rare species known as "flowering
tule," a dioecious plant of which only the male
variety produces the blossom, are used for
patterns.
The Poma clans excel in the art of basketry,
and although their art. from the infusion of
Spanish blood, bears the stamp of European
taste and refinement, with the true intuition of
her race, the Poma woman shows a manipula-
tion of the material truly aboriginal. Feather
basketry reaches the acme in the form of a
little red basket, Ta sitol, commonly called
the "sun basket." Though Indian in design
and intention, this basket is not known among
aboriginal tribes, as it symbolizes the union of
two races, having originated with the half-
breed clans who crossed the plains four hun-
dred years ago at the time of the discovery of
the Mississippi river, the guides of De Soto.
The stitch is on a three rod foundation of
the bamshibu or coiled type, the coils being wil-
low rods soaked and bound in the form of a
circle to give them shape. These rods can be
extended to any size after being once dried.
For weaving, the strand used is the root of
sedge grass {carex) between the stitches of
which, while weaving, feathers of the red
crested woodpecker are laid one at a time.
On the border is sometimes a band of yellow,
made of the feathers of the yellow-throated
lark, edged on the rim with a row of kaya,
flat disks of shell wampum. These white
disks have given the Poma woman the name
of "The White Bead Woman of the Far
West," though really they are not beads at all,
but are made in different sizes representing
Pinole Bowl, "Tee" We
Meal Tray, "Bamtush"
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Jewel Baskets— "Bamshibu"
the value of silver money. Their value has
much depreciated since the early days of
California history, still, at present they are
ick Coiled "Bamshibu
worth one hundred eighty, one hundred sixty,
and one hundred twenty to the American
dollar in average sizes. The largest of them
Washoe Jewel Basket — Butterfly Design
are worth twenty cents each, and the smallest
two hundred and twenty to the dollar. For
gold, a hexagonal prism of magnesite, much
resembling meerschaum, is the standard of
these Indians, used in trade with the first
Spanish settlers.
On the most elaborate sun baskets gold
wampum is made into the same form as silver,
and differs from it in appearance by having a
tinge in veins of the red of iron pyrites of the
red earth where it is found. On baskets made
by Lake tribes, whose token is the "kea" or
quail plume, sometimes a border of Tsai-kakh-
kcyci is made on the edge, each quail top held
in place by a bead.
Near the headwaters of Russian river, at
Potter Valley, is a mound of red earth built
by the Pomas to celebrate the feast of the
sacrament. Sun offerings of bright colored
feather baskets are made, the Yukis decorat-
ing theirs with ground abalone pendants that
add richly to the brilliant setting, every touch
of sunlight bringing out a new light in the
nacre of the shell.
Modern California specimens show a variety
of feathers of different birds — the green head
of the mallard, the golden oriole, the Spanish
robin, and the jay, each contributing with its
own beautiful plumage an added hue.
Though just restrictions should be placed
upon the slaughter of the innocents for such
a purpose, it can be said in favor of the Indian
that he uses judgment in the number and kind
of birds that he shoots, and most of the baskets
are made from the coats of edible or de-
structive kinds. Most of the pattern baskets
are simply dotted at intervals with beads and
feathers, and these are truly the most artistic
— being found in the shape cf bowls, boats,
and cones. When wrought for beauty
alone they are called "jewel baskets" and
have figures expressive of sentiment or tra-
dition. Favorites among these are the hoof
of the running deer, of the standing deer, the
rattlesnake, the mountain brook, and the wind.
A rare and sometimes misinterpreted de-
sign is that known as the "flame pattern,"
symbolizing the death fire at cremation. This
is similar to the U'a-sho design, the departing
spirit of life. In it there is indication among
the savages of a belief in immortality. Sad
to relate, in their baskets this significant
figure has barely survived the custom of burn-
ing the body in a funeral pyre built upon the
hilltops, and is sacred to seasons of mourning.
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For use and strength the different weaves
are unsurpassed, in fact they are carried to
perfection by Poma weavers — the cone basket
for carrying burdens, the pinole bowls for
cooking and for dishes, acorn gatherers large
and small, and grain vessels for storage of the
winter supplies. Few variations from regular
types occur. The shu-sct is the oldest twine
weave. Of ornamental baskets the bamshibu,
called three stick, takes the lead. It is the
foundation weave of most solid feather work;
bam tush is stronger, coarser material of the
fibre of grape vine, making a dark cream
ground with horizontal bands of cucis, the
red-bud tree known as mountain birch. This
comes to perfection after the fall rains when
its color is brightest, only the root bark being
used. A typical old stitch is the tsai, or one
stick, delicate and graceful of plain pattern in
black and white, sometimes profusely inter-
laid with quail tips. The tee is an anomaly, a
double-faced texture with the firmness and
consistency of cloth. Most of the foundation
material is willow-rod and sedge root, stained
brown or black for the pattern by burying in
mud or hot ashes.
I watched the Poma woman at her work.
The method was so simple it seemed like the
following of an intuition rather than of. an
art, deftly coiling, weaving, twining. Besides
her fingers she used a basin of water and an
awl, the one to keep the root pliable, the other
to hold it in place. With bits of broken glass
she scraped the thread, sometimes smoothing
the rough places by drawing the weft between
the teeth with patience that amounts to a
passion. Winter finds her sitting on the floor
of her farm house, summer out in a cu, that
is a dwelling made of any kind of arbor-
escence that she prefers, and it is her custom
to hang the jewelled treasures when finished
about the doorway at sunrise as a peace offer-
ing to the great life-giving spirit, Yu, the sun,
Yii-ki in the ancient language of the sun-
worshipper means "sun in the house," and the
sun-spirit is the source of healing power to
, the Yuki medicine man.
Into their Indian basket they have woven the
life blood and fortunes of another race, the
red and the gold of Spain — and in the mesas
and mounds of California from time to time
are found gifts to the dead in wampum, jars,
and baskets. Far from civilization the abor-
igines have carried into their art the true
nature of their being, such of life as they have
seen and touched and felt, and there is a noble
instinct in the sincerity of it.
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WES FERN FIELD
WINTER IN VICTORIA, B. C.
HERE is no sharp extreme of biting cold;
No deluge drear from lowering cloud outpours;
No boisterous rasping wind its fury roars;
Nor is the land gripped in the Frost King's hold.
The sky is green, dull green the grassy wold,
The sable crow calls loudly as he soars
From the dark festooned fir, to where, in scores,
His mates the gnarled oak's writhing arms enfold.
The rose still shows late hips of yesteryear,
The glistening holly flaunts her berries red,
Afar, through purple mists, the hills appear,
While smiles the warm, benignant Sun o'er head.
Nature's not dead; she does but gently sleep.
List! Spring's sweet call; the buds begin to*peep.
— Donald A. Fraser.
o
TO THE OLD YEAR
LD year, we thank thee for thy clouds of gray
That hovered o'er us; though thy sunshine bright
as gladdening to our saddened eyes alway,
Yet from thy gloom we won the clearer sight.
Old year, we thank thee for our sorrow's pain
More than all else, for though thy joys were rar
We won of suffering that priceless gain — ■
The understanding heart that yearns to share.
— Grate G. Bostivick.
ACROSS THE WINTRY FIELDS
I LOOK far out across the wintry fields—
The great cold fields, with all their grasses dead.
How still they lie, stretched low across the world
Like" vassals, crushed beneath the Frost King's tread.
The ponds lie hushed within a leaden thrall;
I hear no sound — save where the wind blows through
The old, dead corn ; and, sent by unseen force,
A tumble weed rolls weirdly into view.
The sky sends forth her bitter chilling breath.
And here and there spits bits of stinging snow;
While threateningly from out the brooding west
Huge banks of heavy darkening clouds hang low.
Dull-plumaged snowbirds flit from barren boughs ;
A lonely hawk wings forth his aimless flight;
An early lighted lamp gleams from afar.
Bespeaking friendly cheer — and it is night!
—Grace G. Crowell.
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WINTER DELIGHTS IN CALIFORNIA.
A Well-known Quartet of Los Angeles Sportsmen, and Their Bag of Ducks, Doves and Cottontails, made
in the Imperial Valley
Bv Andrew Comstock McKenzie
[M, who was with me in the
iron canoe when we went
gunning for the great 'gators
of the Guayas River, in
Ecuador, now insists my
writing it down in the begin-
ning that this is a truthful
narrative.
"And put it down, mon,"
says Jim, who is a young
Scotch baronet, and canny, "that we are
both total abstainers," — which we are not.
"Or," says Jim, "they'll think it is purely
the drink when you tell the highly improb-
able strict truth that we saw five hundred
'gators in a couple of hours of paddling
down a bit creek and not a one of them a
slimy inch under fifteen foot. And if you
write the plain truth of how we rode
through the clouds to get to the 'gator
ground, nearly freezing on the equator,
they'll set you down as a most awful
drunkard, mon." I turn to my writing.
"And put in the four foot lizards which
that bally cholo wanted us to eat," he adds,
sarcastically. "They are a bit more im-
probable a truth than the 'gators."
The building of Ecuador's first railroad,
from the port of Guayaquil, across a range
of the Andes, up the plateau to the ancient
capital of Quito, brought Jim and me to
this South American republic a little more
than a year ago. Jim was an engineer by
statement, and his uncle who was chair-
man of the directors of the daring road,
sent Jim to Ecuador to contemplate the
great thing for the good of his lazy soul. I
went down to investigate the industrial
possibilities which the road might develop
and so to write a book of comfort for
anxious stockholders. Jim had preferred
to hike up country with me, loving adven-
ture more than railroad construction, and
had ridden his brown mule behind my
white one for many hundreds of miles be-
fore we had turned back and had come
down the plateau again to the city of
Riobamba, en route to the construction
camps below the Palmira Pass.
At the hospitable home of old Don
Domingo Cordovez, at Riobamba, we planned
our great 'gator hunt on the upper
reaches of the Guayas River. The Guayas
is a large river, the second largest on the
Pacific side of North or South America. It
makes a couple of hundred miles of slant
south west from the burly back of Chim-
borazo, the frozen volcano which towers
above Riobamba. At the port of Guayaquil,
sixty miles above its mouth, the Guayas is
practically an estuary of the sea. At the
city of Babahoyo, fifty miles above Guaya-
quil, the tide is slightly felt. But we
planned to creep off the Andes by a certain
faint trail that led back of Chimborazo and
to come down into the jungle near the head-
waters of the Guayas, paddling in a Canoe
down to Babahoyo. Babahoyo was the shipping
point for most of the imports which got up
country by a horrible trail and was con-
nected with Guayaquil by a line of ancient
river steamers. For many miles above
Babahoyo the jungle had been cleared a
couple of miles back from the banks of the
Guayas. Here we were to find the largest
cacao estates in the world — and the giant
'gators. Miles above the last cacao estate
Don Domingo owned an immense tract of
jungle, six hundred square miles, more or
less. It was uncleared, unplanted and unin-
habited, save by a few Indians, who
collected rubber and quinine bark which
they brought to Don Domingo's overseer
at a camp called La Delecia. Recently,
however, his son, Don Cesar, returned from
years spent in London and Paris, had
settled in the jungle at the headwaters of
the Guayas and had begun to clear the
land for cacao, much oi which, planted by
the monkeys, already grew there wild. Don
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still gleamed on the
Domingo said that Don Cesar had an iron
canoe, thirty-one feet long, in which he
took down rubber to Babahoyo and
brought back his supplies. Jim was really
due at the construction camps, but Don
Domingo mentioned the enormous alliga-
tors. That settled Jim, who was the fond-
est of hunting of any rotten shot I know.
"It is a duty man owes to mankind,"
said Jim, "to rid the earth of reptiles. I
sacrifice my profession to my sense of duty
and go with you."
Rafael, a half-breed retainer of Don
Domingo, qualified as guide through, past
experience as a quinine hunter. The Don
kindly beat up this cholo for us in the patio
just before we set out, informing us thought-
fully that he did not think it would be
necessary to lick him again until we had been
out a couple of days. We expected to make
a shepherd's hut, on the far side of the
great plain, that night ; to sleep the next night
at La Delecia, the rubber camp ; and to reach
Don Cesar's clearing on the Guayas the third
night. We carried two Marlin 30-30 rifles
and heavy revolvers, (Smith and Wesson 38
Specials), while Rafael had a rusty double
muzzle-loader of Belgian make.
We started while the moon still gleamed
on the snows of Chimborazo ; for our first
day's ride was to be an exceedingly severe
one of seventy miles. We climbed from the
bowl of Riobamba to the grassy plain, the
paramo, below the eastern buttress of Chim-
borazo. We were not many miles south of
the "line", but, at that altitude, the wind blew
cold. Shepherds were crouching in the tall
coarse grass of the paramo. Along the Baba-
hoyo trail, which we shortly crossed, mule-
teers plodded, shouting through muffled
ponchos at shivering burros. Twenty Indians
passed us, staggering under a platform on
wliich they were carrying a piece of mill
machinery to Otovalo in the north.
Chimborazo's peak loomed closer. We could
see pinnacles of black rock thrusting out of the
snow, ravines full of drifts and the ragged
path of avalanches. Clouds crept round and
round the peak as if fascinated by its stare.
Below us, too, clouds were banked; for the
paramo across which we were now riding was
as high as the top of Mt. Blanc.
By and by we came higher than even the
tough paramo grass could grow. We rode
over a great desolation, a weary land, where
nothing grew but a gray lichen which clung
to the boulders that Chimborazo had spit out
in the ancient days of its wrath. The buzzards
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had gone. In their places we saw an occa-
sional condor, — the bird of lofty altitudes. We
met no men, but we saw the graves of men,
— cairns of stones heaped beside the faint trail,
where were buried unfortunate muleteers who
had been caught in the sudden and fierce bliz-
zards which howl off the snow fields, at the
edge of which our faint trail ran. Our mules
panted as if in agony. A great distress came
upon me, like to seasickness. I was attacked
by a violent nausea and my heart fluttered;
but 1 dared not dismount. Jim, who was
miserably seasick on the voyage to Colon,
was as cocky as a sparrow at this altitude.
He talked carelessly about coming back for
a stroll up Chimborazo — the mountain which
Humboldt tried in vain to climb after weeks
of preparation. A blinding squall of snow
rushed down on us. Fortunately, we were
near a stone hut which the government had
built as a refuge for travellers.
The moon had risen and was shining with
wonderful radiance when, at last, we had
plodded over this weird plain, the one frozen
spot on the equator. We reined up at the
top of a sheer cliff. The gulf below us was
full of clouds, so soft, so fleecy in the moon-
light that it looked as if we could safely
leap down into them. Rafael urged his puffing
mule between two enormous chunks of lava
unto the upper edge of a shelf that slanted
steeply into the clouds below.
"Is suicide a sin. Jim?" I asked.
"I'm the roaring, ramping lion of Scot-
land," Jim shouted, "and no mere greaser
scares me." He spurred his mule after
Rafael, and I slid my white mule behind him.
The trail was only three feet wide. In places
it was cut out of solid rock, so that we
seemed to be riding on a narrow gallery.
Soon we were among the clouds, which
drenched us with ice water. They blotted
out the moon. By and by we came down to
another paramo. Our stirrups brushed through
dripping grass. The wind bit us again as we
came out from the shelter of the cliff. It
was bitterly cold. We crossed paramos and
edged down cliffs to other grass lands in a
series of giant steps. Fantastic rocks loomed
hugely through the clouds which veiled all
things and drenched all things. We knew our
guide had lost his way, and and we cursed
him fearfully, I in broken Spanish, Jim in
Gaelic, which, for some mysterious reason,
he always used to foreigners.
At last we came to the shepherds' hut where
some kindly Indians comforted us with
chocolate boiled in brandy. We slept there
on a narrow platform of bamboo, hugging
each other for warmth ; for the thatch of the
hut was full of holes through which the wind
blew. The Indians gave us a couple of sheep-
skins to sleep on, but experience had taught
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us to examine them carefully by the light of
a candle which we carried for such purposes.
Jim, in great disgust threw the skins onto the
dirt floor and slept with his hat on.
There was a couple of inches of snow
on this paramo when we made our start the
next morning. Six hours later, we entered the
upper slopes of a tropical jungle, clawing off
our ponchos and batting mosquitoes. The
trail still led straight down. It was now full
of "camellones" which added greatly to its
dangers and diffculties. For centuries, the
cautious mules had stepped exact strides until
they had worn holes a couple of feet deep.
Tropical rains, which fell incessantly as the
warm trade winds of the Pacific met the chilly
mountains, had kept these holes full of mud
and water. The resemblance of the ridges
between them to the humps of camels had
given them their name. Our guide had left
his mule with the shepherds. He stepped
swiftly from hump to hump, while our mules
floundered in the holes. We were now in a
jungle wilderness, with no village for
hundreds of square miles and only the
occasional hut of a rubber hunter.
After our months in the treeless plains of
the Andes, the forests seemed singularly
beautiful. It was a place of ten foot leaves,
of giant ferns, of bamboo underbrush, of
creepers that hung like cables from enormous
trees, whose trunks were buttressed with im-
mense roots. It was a place of brilliant colors,
garish flowers, rank odors. The jungle teemed
with animal life, but, so thick was it, we
seldom saw any living thing. It was up-
roarious with discordant sounds ; monkeys
chattered, parrots screamed, wood ducks
fluttered. Once we caught a glimpse of the
tawny spots of a jaguar, tigre Rafael called
it in a whisper. Every flower had a gay
color and a rank odor. Every bird had a
brilliant plumage and shrieked. In gulches
we came upon fast, clear streams, with fish
jumping in -the pools. At noon we lunched on
tinned stuff at the foot of a slender water-
fall that came down the mountains six
hundred feet in a couple of leaps. So densely
grew the tropical forests that enormous trees
bathed their boughs in this shower bath. The
usual afternoon downpour came suddenly,
drenching us and overflowing the camellones
till our mules could flounder only a few
yards and then must rest. The sun burst
out as we sweltered in our muddy ponchos.
The jungle steamed. It smelt of strange, damp
came to the shepherd's hut"
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odors. From bamboo thickets we brushed
swarms of tlies and mosquitoes which pursued
tis relentlessly.
"I.osh, but you have a beastly temper," said
Jim, crossly. I had not spoken a word for an
hour, only batted and scratched.
That night we came to "La Delecia", Don
Domingo's rubber camp. Here we found a
surprisingly neat cottage. A peremptory
letter from the old Don, apparently quite
unnecessary, brought us respectful homage.
Our guide, who had lagged behind, came stag-
this being the first news Don Cesar had of
our approach. Our guide was too spent to
continue, but we decided that we could trail
the messengers and started alone. We got
fearfully nervous, however, when the trail
appeared to be blotted out by the jungle.
The jungle seemed sweeping in on us with
the speed of a prairie fire. It meant a death by
tropical torture if we strayed from that vague
path. The only glimpse of the sky we got in
that gloomy ride was when the trail led
through groves of wild banana palms. Troops
Our Iron Canoe, 31 Feet Long
gering in an hour later, nearly dead with fever.
He fainted as he wobbled up the steps. Jim
gave him a handful of big silver pesos when
Rafael came around after his faint. "These
sods are as game as a Highlander", he said,
which was the only time I ever heard him
speak respectfully of an Indian.
It was now only one day's ride to Don
Cesar's clearing at "La Mercedes". (Most
planters name their places after their wives.)
At daylight a couple of Indians were sent in
advance, to hack out the trail with machetes
and to carry a letter saying we were coming,
of angry monkeys chased us out of those
groves, throwing everything at us that they
could lay hand to. I shot one big chap, but he
died so like a human being that it sickened
us both of that "sport".
"I'd as soon shoot a little Mick", said Jim,
reproachfully.
Just as the quick night of the tropics came,
we fairly burst out of the jungle into a clear-
ing where Don Cesar stood on the ladder of a
bamboo hut to welcome us in perfect English.
He had brought a cook from Paris. He had
Apollonaris and French wine. He took us to
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a clear, cqoI stream, the Azumbi, where we
washed our dirt and prickly heat away in a
rapid which had a sandy bottom and which
emptied into a clear, deep pool. Jim, who
boasted that he had swum some Scotch river
"in spate", had the breath knocked out of
his obstinate body a dozen times before he
gave up and wallowed exhausted in the pool
at the bottom of the rapids, where fishes
nosed him like friendly dogs. That night we
slept in clean hammocks under toldos, listen-
ing with appreciative grins to Don Cesar's
tales of his amours in Paris.
The next morning we boarded an iron
canoe, thirty-one feet long, in which we were
to be paddled and poled to Babahoyo. The
canoe was loaded so heavily with bundles of
rubber that we had to tie balsa logs, as
buoyant as cork, along the sides to keep it
afloat. Monkey-tail leaves were thatched in
a low curve over the stern to make a cabin
just big' enough for the three of us to stretch
our blankets over the rubber. Jose, a big
half-breed, handled the steering paddle behind
the cabin, while two other cholos, Miguel and
Manuel, tramped with poles' along a board
which was laid over the rubber for the greater
length of the canoe. The brown faces of our
boatmen had more scars than you could find
at Heidelburg, as they were both famous
machete fighters.
Jim and I got into pajamas. Incidentally,
Jim burned all the skin off his feet and could
not toddle for a week after we got to Guaya-
quil. While at Babahoyo the river was half
a mile wide and as muddy as the Missouri,
it was only a hundred feet wide and was as
clear as a mountain brook at "La Mercedes".
It was December, the end of the less-wet
season. Our canoe drew two feet of water and
frequently grounded in the swift shallows.
The moment we struck, Jose would curse
loudly, and Manuel and Miguel would jump
overboard to drag the canoe. The water fairly
boiled about them, but they clung to the
craft. It was easy to see why there were no
alligators here, but Jim, fumbling with his
30-30, grumbled as if he had been cheated.
"Please to wait, honorable sir," Don Cesar
would say, gently. "Within the second hour,
you shall see many alligators of great size."
Jim crawled under the thatch and went to
sleep. A man sleeps much and easily in the
tropics. With the poles and the current we
went swiftly between the banks of the jungle.
The banks were noisy with the sounds which
we had heard during our ride. Fish jumped
in the pools. They were large fish and the>
jumped gamily. About noon we suddenly
came upon our game.
Jim, waking up as Jose had shouted his
men over the side, had scrambled out with a
whoop and had joined the cholos in the water.
The water was so comfortable that he had
struck out and swam beside the boat, the cur-
rent taking him down swiftly. Soon I had
joined him. We were in and out the water
all the morning. At last we came to a place
in the river where the water ran swiftly over
shallows which was about three feet deep.
Jim slipped overboard again and struck out
ahead of the canoe. I swam alongside. The
water swooped down into a great black pool,
shadowed by enormous trees. Don Cesar
napped in the cabin. As we approached the
pool, Jose began telling me something
earnestly. Miguel chipped in with excited
gestures, while Manuel, who was something of
a wag, grinned appreciatively. But the sound
of running water was loud in my ears. Be-
sides, cholo Spanish is as hard to understand
as darky English.
Suddenly, Jim, fifty feet in front of the
canoe, gave a yell of anguish. He dropped
his feet and tried to run back to us against
the current. He lost his footing, disappeared
with a gurgling groan but came up close as
the canoe shot down to him. I think he
scrambled along the bottom. "Oh, the sods !"
he yelled. " 'Gators ! 'Gators as big as gun
boats! Every bloody one of them grabbing
for me ! Lemme in that boat ! Get aboard,
mon, or you are a dead one. Where's my
rifle? God! what 'gators!"
I already had hold of the boat and
scrambled on board, with the soles of my feet
itching from fright. Jim came over the side
like a gaffed fish. He tumbled under the
hatch to get his rifle, planting one wet foot
in Don Cesar's face. Don Cesar woke up
politely and looked forth.
"Exactly," he murmured. "Here are a few.
They get larger when the holes get deeper. I
would not shoot here, Don Jim".
But Jim was already blazing from under the
thatch. To hear that gun sputter you would
have thought the headhunters were rushing us.
The dark water was swarming with 'gators.
A dozen lay sunning themselves on the mud-
banks below the edge of the jungle. A dozen
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others were pushing tluir ugly snouts across
the placid pool. There was something weird
about the silent smoothness with which these
scaly, knotted beads, lo« and rakish, came
across the current with no more ripple than
a muskrat makes. They were all about us.
Even Jim could not miss a shot at such large
targets and at such short range; for the pool
was not more than thirty yards across and the
heads of the 'gators were five feet long. As
he fired, the 'gator he blazed at lurched up
from the bank and wallowed into the water;
or sank without a ripple when they were
already swimming. Usually they moved
sedately, but one or two of them, stung by a
bullet, splashed a bit. The sight fascinated
me so much with the uncanniness of it that
1 made no effort to get my own rifle. At
the sound of the shooting, and at the approach
of the canoe, the 'gators on the bars and banks
heaved themselves up and moved into the
water like ferry boats leaving a slip.
"If you will shoot at these lesser animals,"
said Don Cesar, listlessly, "shoot at those on
the bank. If you kill them in the water, they
die at the bottom. Though", he added, "they
will catch up with us later."
"There was not a 'gator under ten feet," de-
clared Jim, as we glided out of the pool into
swift water.
"But they grow twenty feet long and more,"
said the Don. "You will see when the river
gets larger. There is a large pool coming."
I got my rifle and crowded cartridges into
the magazine. "Twenty centavos apiece in this
country," said Don Cesar, looking regretfully
at the empty shells which glistened about
Jim's feet.
"To waste them on 'gators," Miguel added,
scornfully. "Oh. Mother of God!"
Jim was boiling with excitement as he
crammed cartridges into his Marlin. "Shoot
them under their foreleg, you duffer," he
whispered. "Hit them in their eyes. Their
scales turn the bullets."
"But not at all," interposed Don Cesar. "The
hides of even the greatest 'gator do not turn
the bullets from such rifles as yours. It is a
- superstition merely. Not even the bullets
from such an excellent revolver as that of Don
Andres. You have but to shoot them in the
head anywhere."
In ten minutes we dropped into the second
pool, larger and deeper than the one that had
so excited us. This pool, too, was fairly
alive with the big reptiles. Being less excited,
we tired at the largest of those on the bank.
Picking out a monster that lay sleeping in the
sun on a bar about thirty yards down the pool,
I drilled his head a couple of inches back of
his eye. The steel-jacketed bullet not only
penetrated the scales, but it also cut through
the thick skull as if the bone were cheese. He
was sleeping in the sun with his mouth gap-
ing enormously. They all seemed to sleep that
way ; Don Cesar said that the flies and gnats
swarmed into that trap and gave the 'gator
a light snack when he awoke. When the
bullet struck him, the 'gator threw back his
head, gave ?. deep, bellowing cough and
brought his jaws together with a loud champ.
He struggled desperately to get into deep
water, but he died in the shallows. With
loud shouts the cholos swung the canoe onto
the bar. Meanwhile, Jim was pumping his
rifle at the other big brutes which were lum-
bering lazily into the water on both sides of
the pool. He hit one every shot, as was
evinced by their convulsive struggles, but he
failed to stop one. The 'gator which lay
dead in a few inches of water measured six-
teen feet from snout to tail.
"I want some of his teeth," declared Jim.
"All right, Doc," said I. handing him
Manuel's machete. "Here's your forceps."
Don Cesar picked up a revolver and shot twice
into the 'gator's head.
"One sweep of his tail," said Don Cesar,
gravely, "and he breaks your two legs."
Jim hacked away, breaking the teeth, till
Jose took the machete from him and deftly
cut him out a strip of yellow fangs.
All the rest of that day we were passing
'gator holes. Indeed, we were seldom out of
sight of the slimy monsters. Jim got one
that was fourteen feet long and was crazy to
take the skin; but Don Cesar vetoed that
proposition on the score of the weather.
"He will make one grand odor shortly," de-
clared the Don. The odor of a living alli-
gator was enough to make me side with Don
Cesar. They smell worse than rattlesnakes.
While Jim was killing his big one, I shot
rapidly at three others, stopping two of them.
There was no reason why a moderately good
shot could not kill twenty an hour on the
Guayas and not bother with those under a
dozen feet in length. Anywhere along the
head, level with the eyes, did the trick. There
was no difficulty in shooting them under the
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foreleg according to tradition ; for a 'gator
heaves himself high when he waddles off a
hank, giving an expansive view of his yellow
bosom. But we invariably found that a 'gator
shot "in the yellow" got away, no matter if
he was shot through the heart. Neither was
it any use to shoot them when they were
swimming. They merely sank. A shot placed
back of the eye, however, seemed to paralyze
them. But we took the precaution to shoot
them again with a revolver at close range be-
fore we began our dentistry.
We shortly grew so weary of our easy rifle"
but he died without stirring. Don Cesar urged
me to shoot him again, as he could hardly be-
lieve one revolver shot could so quickly have
killed the monster. It was a big chap, over
eighteen feet long.
The hot noon had come. We were now
gliding between glossy groves of cacao. Now
and then we passed native huts of split
bamboo, with graceful cocoanut palms and
the shorter banana palms behind them.
These huts were usually situated at fords.
The alligators were numerous at these fords,
but no one seemed to mind them. We saw
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practice that we used only revolvers at long
range. I killed the biggest 'gator we got in
this way. We dropped down on him while
he was sleeping on a bar, his mouth wide open
as usual. I cut down on him with my re-
volver when we were about twenty yards
away, aiming at his eye. The bullet entered
his skull half an inch below the eye. So sud-
denly did that 'gator die that he did not
bother even to close his mouth. We could
see the red blood streaming into the yellow
cavern of his throat. After a couple of min-
utes, his jaws came together with a clump,
women washing clothes in the river, and
cattle grazed knee deep in the cane brakes
beside the bank. Buzzard and herons stood
solemnly on the bars, and flocks of birds,
brilliantly red, pecked about them. Ducks
flew low, and fish splashed up the rapids.
Canoes, piled high with bananas, paddled by
our deeper craft. The boatmen cried joy-
ously to each other.
"May the Holy Sacrament be ever raised
to your lips, Sehor," they shouted at us.
"And to yours, also," Don Cesar answered
politely.
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Thatched houseboats, in which lived the
cacao gatherers, moving up and down from
plantation to plantation as crops were to be
harvested, were tied to the banks. We found
fish traps before the huts, made of bamboo
driven into the mud at the edge of pools.
Once we came upon a 'gator crunching the
stake's of a trap to get at the fish which were
splashing inside. So busy was this 'gator that
he let us drift within ten feet of him. Jim
emptied his revolver into the 'gator. "Take
that, you bally poacher," he yelled. Jim has
an estate in Scotland which has a couple of
pheasants on it.
among the solidly built adobes of the treeless
mountains. At Ventanas we saw a number of
dead alligators drifting by cm their backs, with
buzzards cruising on their yellow bellies. Our
boatmen jeered at them.
"I told you," remarked Don Cesar. "They
have died at the bottom of the river, and the
current has swept them along."
That afternoon we paddled on, the river be-
ing now too deep for the poles. We slept
under the thatch, letting hundreds of 'gators
pass unnoticed. It took a monster to draw
our tire, for cartridges were getting low, and
no man wants to have his revolver empty in
'He let us drift within ten feet of him"
The cacao trees fringed the bank in un-
broken ranks for miles. "Chocolate Creek"
we named the river. At intervals a planter's
residence appeared on a high bank, a pretty
little house of Moorish architecture. The
cacao planter is the wealthiest of farmers,
some of them living in Paris with the income
of princes. Stop at the poorest cacao hacienda,
and you will be given champagne which cost
the planter twenty dollars a bottle in gold.
We tied up for lunch at the village of Ven-
tanas, a river town which thrives on cacao
trade. Its bamboo houses and its tropical
foliage looked odd to us after our months
Ecuador. Jim became so scornful of the alli-
gators that he went overboard again when
the river ran fast, and I followed him. The
water was still clear, and the heat was great.
We both scrambled on board again when we
reached the pools, however. There is some-
thing very like a nightmare when you see
'gators pushing their long snouts towards
you. /
The iguanas roused our enthusiasm, how-
ever. We passed whole villages of these
giant lizards. Colonies of them had holes in
sandy banks. They do much damage to the
cacao crop. Some of them were fully four
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feet long, and they looked hideously ugly
when they expanded the ruffles which fringe
their faces. Their terrifying appearance is
their only defence against their foes; for they
are quite harmless. We saw many of them,
but we succeeded in potting only two. They
were as spry as prairie dogs, and the canoe
ran swiftly by them. The flesh of the iguanas
is considered a dainty dish. Don Cesar said
the meat was as palatable as chicken, but Jim
was so sickened by their appearance that he
would not allow Jose to take on board the
two we hit.
"They fair turn my delicate stomach," pro-
tested the Highlander. "I wasn't brought up
to relish lizards. Hump yourself, you sods !"
And the "sods" took to their paddles again
at a sharp word from Don Cesar. Jim took a
pull at his flask to wash the taste out of his
mouth.
At dark we came to the city of Carocal,
lazily prosperous, with some attempt to dec-
orate the river bank in imitation of the Male-
con at Guayaquil. Steamboats from Guaya-
quil come up as far as Carocal in the rainy
season when the river is high. We slept in
the casa of a store-keeping friend of Don
Cesar and had tea for the first time in six
months. The next day we made an early start
in the canoe, meaning to make Babahoyo that
night. We saw many 'gators during the day,
but there were fewer of them as the river
deepened and broadened. During the rainy
season, the water comes under the stilted
houses at Babahoyo, and the 'gators come with
the water to act as scavengers. No one ap-
pears to mind them. That night, however,
when we slept on a raft hotel, moored to the
levee at Babahoyo, Jim complained that he
could not sleep for the noise- which the 'gators
made scratching their backs on the logs be-
neath his hammock.
J. Morris, J. P., and a Big Buck Killed
Peak, September 14, 1907
A CHRISTMAS
IN THE SIXTIES
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ROM what I can see, you boys
are purty interested in huntin',
and I suppose when one of
these little blue quail with
the pom-poms on his head
falls before the crack of your
gun, you sort o' feel good
all over and that one bird
makes the trip seem like it's
worth while. Ain't that so?
But I'll bet there ain't a one o' you ever
went out huntin' with the knowledge that
the Christmas dinner of your good wife
and two kids depended on your findin'
something and killin' it when you did find
it. When you get in a fix like that, you
will certain take more interest in huntin'
than you thought was possible.
"Not long after the War I got discon-
tented in Pennsylvany and packed up and
moved out to Iowa. I got hold of a quarter
section of good prairie land about twenty
miles from the Mississippi and settled
down to make a new home for us. They
was four of us, me, my wife, — she's gone
now — and our two kids, a boy of eight
and girl of six. They've got full grown
children of their own now but they always
seem to me just as they were that first
lonesome year out in Iowa — I s'pose
because they and the wife were about all
the company I had.
''It was mighty lonesome round there:
mebbe a farmer every ten miles or so,
and we were all too busy to do much
visitin'. livin' as we did so far apart.
Things didn't go very well the first year;
the varmints got all our chickens and ducks
we brought out from Pennsylvany and I
was too busy puttin' in my crops, after I
got the land broken up the first spring,
to put in any vegetables, so we didn't
have any great shucks along the eatin' line.
Come Fall, the prairie chicken began to
attract my notice though I'd seen them all
through the summer, but when September
rolled around they began to get thicker'n
these Californy fleas on a fat dog's back.
"Meat was mighty scarce with us and
I w-as afraid* it would be scarcer yet
through the winter. I only had a few
head of stock and didn't feel like killin' any
of it, and I didn't have time to do much
huntin'; but the prairie chicken looked to
me like the manna the Good Book tells
about. I drove to town, twenty miles
north of us, and bought three or four big
salt pork barrels, empty of course, about
twenty or thirty pounds of powder and
enough shot to sink a flat boat. Then for
a solid week I didn't do a blessed thing
but kill prairie chickens while my wife
salted them down in the barrels against
the winter. I had a big eight bore in those
days, weighin' fifteen pounds. I used to
load up with about eight drams of black
powder and a handful of shot, and when I
cut that gun loose at a flock of the birds
I had a backload to carry to the house.
"No, they wasn't any sport about it, and
it seems pretty tough in these days; but
let me tell you, boys, when you're scared
stiff for fear the wife and kids won't have
enough to eat through the long winter.
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you'll forget all about sport and get down
to business like I did. We filled the four
barrels plumb full of the birds and had
about a hundred hung up to smoke into
the bargain.
"Well sir, if they's anything that a man
can get more tired of than prairie chickens,
specially salted ones, I want to know what
it is. We had fresh ones for quite a while
and then we turned loose on the salted
ones, and of all the sickenin' things you
can imagine, a steady diet of one kind of
game is the worst.
"Come Christmas time, things were
pretty tight with us. I drove to town and
got a few things to help out for Christmas
but fresh meat was out of my reach with
my pocket book as flat as a herrin'. I
figured that I'd get out and get a few
ducks for Christmas dinner, though they
looked enough like those everlastin'
chickens to take away the appetite of our
little family. But two days before Christ-
mas it began to snow. About four inches
fell, then it quit and turned cold. The
marshes froze up tight and that meant no
ducks for us.
"A slough ran out of the river about
ten miles above us. It meandered out in
the prairie about six miles from the river
and then ran along in about the same
direction as the big river, runnin' back into
the Mississippi some fifteen miles below.
They was a heavy belt of timber running
along the river, about three miles in width,
but between that and the slough was nothin'
but marsh, full of ducks most of the
time but not when it was froze up tight.
Along the slough was another strip qf
timber about half a mile thick but this
was on the prairie side. Once in a while
a man could run into wild turkey or deer
in this timber by the slough, and I decided
that if we were goin' to have a Christmas
dinner worth while, one with some thing
besides those horrible prairie chicken, I
would have to get over in that timber and
do some tall huntin'.
"The day before Christmas I took the
big gun down from the hooks and set
out from our palatial mansion, made
mostly of some logs and a hole in the
ground, but mighty warm and comfortable
just the same.
" 'Daddy's goin' to bring something
good home for Christmas, Johnny' says I
to my little boy, who was watchin' me set
out and wishin' under his breath that he
could go along.
"'Something beside prairie chicken, Daddy?'
and I nodded, hopin' with all my heart that I
could make my word good.
"It was a bit far to walk so I threw a
blanket on old Nell, my black mare, and
we started out across the prairie. An hour
or so later we pulled up at the edge of the
timber and I turned the mare loose to
feed, knowin' she'd be there or there-
abouts when I wanted her.
"Puttin' fresh caps on the gun, I started
out through the timber, hopin' that I would
run into a flock of the wild turkeys that
I knew ran in those woods, or maybe a
deer, though that seemed too good to be
true. The trees were mostly big hickory
and walnuts, with patches of hazel bushes
all through the timber. Of course the
leaves were all gone but it seemed mighty
dark and lonesome in there, the day it-
self being grey and overcast, and the
gloom began to get on my spirits.
" 'Shucks' thinks I, 'I might just as well
turn around and go home, they's nothin'
in here'. The slough lay a full two hundred
feet below the prairie and the bluff was
steep and covered with bushes. I walked
clean through the half mile strip of timber
without seein' a thing and walked up to
the edge of the bluff. Below me was the
slough, covered with ice and four inches of
srow, and not a track in sight. I walked
along the edge of the bluff lookin' for a
good place to get down, not too particular
as to the amount of nois: I made, not
really believin' that there was any game
within ten miles.
"Suddenly below me they was a rustle,
and before I could think, out on the ice
of the slough jumped a big buck, takin'
twenty foot jumps for the marsh on the
further side.
"'Blamm!' went the old eight gauge and I,
bein' off my balance sat down in the snow
with a thump. I jumped up like a flash
and peered down through the curling
smoke but no deer was to be seen. I
s'pose I must have over-shot him with
the whole handful of buckshot I had in
the gun. Well sir, you should o' seen me
gettin' down that two hundred foot bluff
and takin' after that deer. The deer him-
self couldn't have beat my time.
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WESTERS FIELD
"dut on the ice I went and 'crash' I
wont into the water; and let me tell yon,
boys, a bath in a half frozen slough in
December is mighty cold. The ice was
new and tough and while it let the buck
over all right, it wouldn't hold me and
my hundred and eighty pounds. The water
was only about up to my waist so on I
went, brcakin' the ice with the butt of my
gun and ploughin' right along. The water
was about eighty yards wide so I was soon
across and out on the frozen mud of the
marsh, lyin' between the slough and the
strip of timber along the river. The buck's
tracks were in plain sight but not a drop
of blood was to be seen.
" 'Well,' thinks I, 'it's either that deer or
no Christmas dinner'; so out I took after
the buck. The marsh was covered with
patches of tules, with here and there ridges
of pin oaks, and bein' frozen made the
walkin' easy. When I was about two
hundred yards from the edge of the timber
along the river, something jumped out of
a patch of hazel-nut bushes and skipped
off into the woods. It was my buck all
right, but too far away for the buckshot to
carry with any show of hittin' him.
"Right through the timber by the river
I tracked the buck, not seein' another livin'
thing all the time. Right up to the water's
edge ran the tracks and then they turned
and ran north, following the stream, and I
plodded right along without a stop. It was
then about eleven o'clock in the morning,
I was young and strong and tough and I
was goin' to have that deer if I had to walk
to St. Louey to get him.
"The tracks turned off back through the
timber, so back through the three mile
stretch I went, walkin' at a good pace and
watchin' sharp for signs of the buck tryin'
to double or shake me off his trail. The
tracks led out on the marsh again and I
crossed the three mile strip of marsh with-
out gettin' sight of the deer. The contrary
critter had gone across the slough again
and I had to break my way through the
ice after him. It only made me all the
more set on gettin' him. He had gone
along the strip between the slough and the
bluff and evidently bein' afraid to climb
up the bluff in plain sight, had turned and
again crossed the slough, headin' for the
marsh.
" 'Old boy' thinks I, 'if you had to break
your way across with a gun butt each time,
you'd select some other path'. For the
third time I battered my way across that
slough. I didn't mind the wettin' as the
weather was moderatin' and the exercise
kept me warm, but what made me mad was
to have that pesky deer skip lightly across
the ice and me have to batter a path
through it before I could follow.
"Well, sir, we did our little stern chase
of three miles across the marsh and three
more through the timber, once more. Near
the river the tracks led into a thick patch
of hazel and, thinkin' that maybe the buck
was lyin' in there restin', which they do
when they are hard chased, I cocked the
old gun and tip-toed softly around to the
other side, but the tracks, leading away,
showed that he had spotted me some dis-
tance away. From the agitated looks of the
tracks along the river, the buck had been
thinkin' strongly about jumpin' in and
swimmin' over to the Illinois bank and if he
had, by the great horn spoon, I'd a'swum
it too, I was so wrought up about that deer.
It was gettin' to be more than just a ques-
tion of meat, it was a personal affair, him
makin' me pound ice through that slough
three times, besides the long walk back and
forth across the marsh.
"By this time it was three o'clock and I
was gettin' might}- tired. We, me and the
buck, had walked some eighteen miles
across rough country and while I had to
carry a fifteen pound gun, the buck had to
bear up under a load of worry and fright
that was worse than three or four heavy
guns. It would be dark enough in an hour,
it bein' December and a dark day at that,
for the deer to give me the slip, and I
decided that I'd finish up the matter if it
laid me up for a week.
"This time the buck had turned south a
piece before leavin' the river, which took
him to about the same place where we had
hit the river on our first trip. The tracks
showed that he didn't feel quite so springy
and he had laid down in several places to
rest. He seemed to be afraid to keep in the
timber along the river and made for the
same old marsh. I expect the wolves had
chased him out of the timber along the
river and he still remembered them. I hit
up my pace to a good fast walk, hopin' to
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get sight of the buck before it got too dark
to see the tracks. He wasn't far ahead of
me by this time and once I caught sight of
him as he dodged across a -low ridge in the
marsh but too far away for buck shot.
" 'Your name is Christmas Dinner' says
I to the deer, although he didn't hear me.
By this time the buck had edged down
until we were almost walkin' in the tracks
we made when we first crossed the slough.
"On I plodded through the light snow,
watchin' those little prints and glancin' up
once in a while over the desolate marsh
with its bunches of grey, frozen tules and
ridges covered with naked pin-oak trees. It
was gettin' warmer all the time and I knew
that most likely meant more snow.
"I had got within half a mile of the
slough and the high bluff beyond when
suddenly, as i crossed a little ridge, there
was a rustle in the tules eighty yards beyond
and a little graceful body went boundin'
across the marsh. I Say 'boundin',' but the
bounds were mighty tired lookin' and dif-
ferent from the springy leaps of a deer,
just aroused from his home in the forest.
It was almost dusk and a light snow was
beginnin' to fall. 'It's either a case to get
that deer or lose him in five minutes' says
I, and I started in on a dog trot in the
direction of the slough where the deer had
disappeared.
"I got within a hundred yards of the
slough and no deer. My heart went clear
down in my boots. No Christmas dinner
for those poor kids and the wife back there
in the little dugout. But I trotted on
through the tules that lined the bank, hopin'
against hope. There was a rustle ahead of
me, a glimpse of a dark form for a second
and then the sound of breaking ice. The
truth came to me all at once. The buck had
started in to cross where I had first broken
the ice and the new coat of ice wouldn't
hold him. He had made good time, even
if he did have to struggle across through
thin ice and by the time I got to the bank,
he started up the steep face of the bluff
on the other side of the slough. It was
almost dark but against the light snow he
showed up plain.
"'Blamm!' went the old gun and 'Blamm'
went the second barrel for good measure.
The deer disappeared and I loaded up the
rigTit bairel like a crazy man and went
across that slough like I was runnin' on
level ground. There .was no need to hurry.
The deer was kickin' his last kicks on the
snow at the foot of the bluff, hit by a
dozen buck shot. I drew my knife across
his throat and then let out a whoop like a
Sioux and backed it up by a war dance,
tired as I was. The kids should have a
Christmas dinner worth while, and last but
not least, I had beaten the buck at his
own game of travellin'.
"It was plumb dark and the snow was
fallin' by the time I reached the place where
I had left the old mare but there she was,
whinnyin' for joy when she saw me. The
old girl didn't like the lonesome woods any
more than any other female would, used to
civilization and the comforts of home. We
went back after the buck, goin' slowly
and carefully for fear of over-hangin'
limbs. The old girl snorted a couple of
times as I put the buck across her back,
more from surprise at seein' something in
the meat line besides prairie chicken than
>fear, and climbin' up behind the deer, we
were off. Home was a dozen miles off
through the snow and darkness but I didn't
care a darn. Our Christmas dinner, a
hundred pounds of good wholesome deer
meat, was across the old mare's back where
I could feel it and make sure it was real,
and I was happy."
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bit o' travellin'." and "The Professor", who
could no more tell you what he professed than
he could analyse an Oriental specimen of
chop suey.
Then there was Charlie, the host — the link
between old San Francisco and new : famous
today among the younger set of the city's
potentates, and with memories going back to
their fathers' days, more years than he cared
to admit. •
HE night was enchanting. The
long oily stretch of boulevard,
illumined only by the fitful glare
of an occasional auto or the
yellow lights from scattered cot-
tages, died away to the south
into misty infinity. Over the
dunes came the ceaseless moan
of the surf of old Pacific, roll-
ing its lazy breakers on the
sandy shore. The Cliff House to the north,
and Mussel Rock on the south, were not in
the picture — leaving clear but a league or so
of sandhills, sea and sky.
Round the open fire of that famous hostelry
known as "The Bungalow," the enchantment
of memory held sway, for it was the after-
dinner period of one of those evenings when
life is real and full.
A strange group we were, drawn and held
together by the bond of Bohemianism, none
the less potent for its lack of conventionality.
There was "The Doctor," whose sole claim
to the title consisted of a morning coat and
a Napoleonic beard; none of us knew who
first called him Doctor, none of us cared.
Xext was Billy, whose parents had re-
ligiously dubbed him Theodore, but who was
"Billy frae Boston," writ large in Scotch, first,
last and all the time.
The British element was represented by-
George, a practical but phlegmatic Lancashire
business man who, arrived at forty years and
a competency simultaneously, was "doin' a
The "duck dinner" had been perfection. No
canvasbacks for mine host ; he had looked over
the barrel of his gun at too many of the
winged beauties to bring down any but the
birds he wanted.
"Boys," said he. "compliments are all right,
but forget it ! I'm not denying that the dinner
was good, but I've had many a better in the
old Widgeon Club house. Those were times,
I tell you. Yes. sir ! The world went very
well then, and there's maybe a dozen old fogies
in San Francisco tonight whose chief delight
is living again the old days. Good lord ! The
larks we had. I've a few bottles in the cellar
that are about old enough to vote, and we'll
have a couple up now. in memory of the good
old club."
Just how to get Charlie started on Widgeon
yarns it was difficult to decide, but the blunt-
ness of the Britisher did the trick.
"Where was the Widgeon Club. Charlie?"
said George, when some of the choicest Bur-
gundy, imported before the Italian invasion
of California's grape lands, had received our
august approval.
"Where was it? Where was the Widgeon?
That's too good !" said our host. "The old
club had a sort of club-house, it is true, not a
hundred miles from Sacramento, nor a thou-
sand from the Bay; it was marked on the
early sportsmen's maps with dotted lines on
the marshes that looked like a bit of present-
day railroad advertising. But the locale
proper of the Widgeon did not exist. It was
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the life, man ; the entity of the club as a whole ;
the dove-tailing of its members' idiosyncrasies,
that composed the club. These are now but
memories, yet they live in every clime. Some,
too, have winged their flight into the great
beyond."
An awkward silence, broken only by the
crackling of burning logs, was ended at last
by the more cheerful resumption of our host.
"Did you fellows ever catch clams?" he
asked.
"I have seen them clam-catching, or hunting,
or what you call it, on the Mississippi, near
La Crosse," said the Professor, "with a
peculiar contrivance made of an iron rod with
trailing chains for the clams to hang on to — "
"Aw, rats ! I don't mean like those petti-
fogging pearlfishers of Wisconsin ; but fishing
for clams in a sporting way, with a clam-trap,
ha, ha, ha — !"
Here Charlie gave vent to an ungovernable
fit of laughter, and we waited patiently to be
let in on the joke.
"O, ye Gods ! I can see him now, packing
the 'beastly old clams' to the cabin.
"He was a green young Englishman, as
green as they make 'em, but no piker. He'
could take a joke, and he could make one, and
whenever he did get one on us, it was a
stunner. I'll tell you of how he had me once,
but not just now.
"Jee-rusalem ! Bertie and his clam trap. It
happened that Judge (it's not fair to
mention names, for his sort never dies out,
and he has progeny in California), Tom Calla-
ghan and a few others of the old stock, were
up at the club for a couple of weeks' shooting
— and whatever else offered in the way of
sport. This young Britisher blows in on me
just as I was leaving the city.
"Britishers of the right sort were always
welcome with the Widgeons, and of this par-
ticular type there were too few, and the season
for bagging them never closed.
"Bertie went up to the club with me, and
after spending the night in the cabin, a gun
party was made up the following morning, of
which the Englishman was one. I remained
behind to cook the breakfast.
"You know those beautiful California rivers,
half mud and half reeds, with a thin stream
of clear water always nearer the other side
than the one you're on. We had run out a
plank above the sedge for some fifty yards,
and at the end of this we got the clear water
for the camp. It happened that I was just
lowering the bucket from the end of the plank,
when I spied the party coming in, from differ-
ent directions, about a quarter of a mile away.
Bertie was, as I made it out, timed to arrive
a few minutes before the rest of the party,
for he had stumbled on the only bit of straight
path that didn't end in a bog hole, and was
striding home at a good clip.
"An idea occurred to me ; I ran back and
found four or five big rocks, and after lugging
them to the end of the plank, dropped them
in the creek. Then I went to the cabin, got
an old stout fishing pole, tied a two-prong
carving fork to the end of it. and sat on the
plank end with this weapon over my shoulder,
when Johnny Bull comes marching home. See-
ing me intent on my work, or play, he walks
leisurely along the plank, and says :
"'Aw. well! Fishing, Charlie?'
" 'Hello, Bertie,' says I, 'didn't see you. Glad
you've come, though ; you can watch this clam
trap while I get the coffee going. Here, take
this spear and when you see a disturbance
down there' — (pointing to the 'trap') — jab into
it for all you're worth.'
"This was something quite new. and
Bertie fell into the trap, if the clams
didn't. Soon after, the other boys came
in, and if those had been kodak days, what a
fine picture we could have got of the Britisher,
stolidly indifferent to all the world, waiting
for clams with a carving fork. We got him
in for breakfast, and then had him fish again
for clams for an hour or so. His patience was
worthy of a better cause.
"'They aren't running very well this morn-
ing, Bertie, so we'll try and fix 'em. Just go
to the cabin and bring a chunk of raw beef
along to bait the trap, and we'll try again.'
While he was gone, I slipped into the water
half a dozen of the biggest clams we had —
and we had lots of them in camp. Back comes
Bertie with the beef.
"By jove, I believe there's a bite, Bert.
Drop in that venison and you'll soon see
sport.' Bertie did as he was told and by and
by we saw him jabbing at the trap like an
Arab fanatic.
" 'I've got them heah, Chawlie, but I cawn't
stick the blamed things,' said he. We all
went along the plank to inspect, and were of
course amazed at his success. One of us
went back for rubber boots and had Bertie
go down into the muddy deep and scoop
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out the clams, which he bore cabinwards in
triumph.
" It w.is only with great difficulty we got
him to abandon his clam-trap for the unknown
and untried delights of snipe shooting. He
was not quite green enough to bite at the
time worn snipe-catching scheme, so we let
him in on the clam joke, and he laughed like
the true sportsman he was.
"While speaking of this scion of a noble old
English house. I cannot but mention his im-
perturbable good nature, and coolness during
exciting moments. He was not the best shot
we had, but he made the best bag, because he
never lost his head. Once we gave him blanks
which we had carefully loaded, and he found
out the dodge after the second shot. He said
not a word till we stopped for lunch, then
coming over to me he said, loud enough for us
all to hear:
" 'Chawlie, will you please hand the caw-
tridges to the Majah; they'll make better
coffee than pawtridge killers.' The laugh on
the Major was loud and long, for thereby hung
a tale.
"After one of our hilarious evenings it was
the Major's turn to get up and cook the coffee.
His mental equilibrium was so far disturbed
that he stood over the hot stove with cooking
spoon in one hand, stirring the 'coffee' po*,
while with the other he emptied half the con-
tents of a two-pound powder can into it.
Fortunately he aimed straight, and managed
to miss the red-hot stove-lid."
When the laughter — as much at the old
man's grotesque gestures and indescribable
drawl as at the subject matter of his tales —
had ceased, he held up the last of his Bur-
gundy and we instinctively rose to his toast:
"Those good old days!"
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MT. TAMALPAIS AT SUNSET
A PURPLED silhouette 'gainst sunset skies,
** A trembling star above, dark sea below,
Drowsing and dreaming Tamalpais lies,
Slow blurring into evening's dim disguise,
While bright and brighter doth that star's shine glow.
Lighting the sunset, on its path to go
From whence it came — Fayland or Paradise.
—Genevieve Beriolacci
SOUTH COAST SHOOTING
By "Stillhunter"
No. XL— SOME SHORE BIRDS I HAVE MET
3F ALL the feathered tribes that
dwell from mainland mountain
crest to sandy shore of channel
island, I like the shorebirds
best. Clean of plumage, almost
military in their bearing, brave
wanderers from north or south,
they win their way to us hun-
ters of the South Coast with
that regularity of migration
which is nothing less than wonderful.
In every section of Southern California,
from the long stretch of sandy shore at Long
Beach back to the damp meadows of the
mountains, and from the Malibu and the Ven-
tura county line down to the sandy river bed
at Tia Juana, are to be found shore birds.
The family by no means includes only the
willets and the sanderlings and the curlew
of the immediate ocean shore, but covers as
well the phalaropes, mountain plovers, spotted
sandpipers and a host of others which never
approach the beach.
For the benerit of those who may be puzzled
by the myriads of waders which throng the
mesas of the interior, the ponds of the coast
belt and the mud flats of the estuaries as well
_as the beaches below the sand hills, I have
made up the following list, in which any
shorebird shot on the south coast is pretty
sure to fall :
Red Phalarope,
Occasional migrant.
Northern Phalarope,
Abundant migrant.
Wilson's Snipe,
Winter migrant.
Knot,*
Rare migrant.
White-rumped Sand-
piper,*
Rare migrant.
American Avocet,
Common resident.
Black-necked Stilt,
Found in spring and
fall.
Long-billed Dowitcher,
Occasional in winter.
Least Sandpiper,
Common in winter.
Baird's Sandpiper**
Rare winter visitor.
Red-backed Sandpiper,
Common in winter.
Sanderling,
Common all winter.
Greater Yellowlegs,
Occasional in winter.
Western Solitary Sand-
Wandering Tattler,
Occasional on coast.
Long-billed Curlew,
Common in winter.
Black-bellied Plover,
Spring and fall
migrant.
Little Ring Plover,* .
Very rare migrant.
Wilson's Plover,*
Rare migrant.
Surf Bird,*
Rare migrant.
Black Turnstone,
Occasional in winter.
Western Sandpiper,
Abundant in fall and
spring.
Marbled Godwit,
Fairly common
migrant.
Yellowlegs,*
Rare in winter.
Western Willet,
Common migrant.
Spotted Sandpiper,
Common in interior.
Hudsonian Curlew,
Common in spring and
fall.
American Golden
Plover,*
Rare migrant.
Semipalmated Plover,
Occasional migrant.
Snowy Plover,
Common resident.
Mountain Plover,
Common on mesas in
winter.
Ruddy Turnstone,*
Occasional migrant.
Frazar's Oyster-
Catcher,*
Rare migrant.
From this list the sportsman will select at
once the real game birds, though all may be
and are shot and eaten by many hunters, in
season and out. Both the avocet and the stilt
are legitimate game ; of Wilson's snipe I have
written already in these pages ; while the two
curlew are probably the best known of all the
migrant waders on this coast. Of sandpipers,
the red-backed is well known and, while not
much to shoot at, being too easy to approach
and kill, are an excellent table bird, though
small.
* Species marked with t
most part are for sections
field workers for what they
le asterisk are records
>f the state outside the
ire worth.
given by one of the opera glass squad and for the
coast south of Ventura. They may be taken by real
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The phalaropes, which bead the list, are not
game birds and should not be shot. Though
built like sandpipers, they may be recognized
at once by their feet, which are provided with
lobed webs, like those of the coots and grebes.
None of the other shorebirds are so prepared
for swimming, and the phalaropes frequently
may be seen swimming in some coastal pond
in the edge of which other species of shore-
birds are feeding.
If we except the snowy plover, the Ameri-
can avocet is the commonest breeding bird of
this group in Southern California and the
black-necked stilt follows it a close second.
I have shot both birds in years gone by, and
one of the most pleasant days of my shooting
career was spent with the avocets and stilts
on the shallow alkali lakes south of Santa
Ana in Orange county. In those days, twelve
to fifteen years ago, the waders were not so
shy as now, and it was a beautiful sight to
see a band of these avocets coming in to their
feeding grounds on the edge of the lake.
With long, slightly-upturned bill extended
even beyond the long, slender neck, and feet
and legs trailing behind, they settle down on
the mud flats like a cloud of huge mosquitoes.
The grass and weeds were high ; I had no
blind, but crouched in a "form" I had hol-
lowed out in the tangle. I had only the 20-
gauge shotgun and it was a case of wait till
the birds come to my range, rather than rise
up and shoot at them wild. Through the grass
blades I could see the shimmering birds
dropping down, blotched here and there with
the darker colors of a band of black-necked
stilts. Pleasantly they chattered, each to
each, and the noise of their calls came like the
distant hum of human conversation.
Finally one solitary avocet, sloping slowly
from the height of full flight to the lake, came
across my line of fire, dropping in good range
for the little 20-gauge. Inexperienced in the
gentle pursuit of avocet shooting, I gave him
about a foot and sent a load of chilled sevens
after him. He ducked as though struck on
the back of the head with a club, fluttered
through the air some twenty or thirty paces
and fell into the grass, where he immediately
began to wail out his troubles.
This was the luckiest thing that could have
happened for me, insofar as making a bag
went. In three minutes the air was full of
avocets and stilts, rushing to answer the call
of their wounded tribesman. As I came to
shoot more and more among these birds 1
learned to give them but very little headway
in flight: often, indeed, drawing directb down
on the bird. I learned also that one winged
bird at the outset of the shooting was worth
all the decoys ever made.
With the aid of the injured avocet I
gathered in eight more of his kind and four
stilts, beautiful, glossy-backed birds, of some-
what smaller body than the avocets but of
about as good flavor out of the pan. Out of a
blind, in country where these waders are shot
much, it is almost impossible to bag any of
them. They are one of the few game birds
which are too wary, even, for the .22 rifle,
one of the best weapons for the curlew and
ducks when the shooter has sense and decency
enough not to try to fill a wagon with the
bodies of his victims.
The American avocet has a webbed foot —
or, rather, a partially webbed foot, for the
webbing does not extend down to the toes as
it does with the ducks and geese. These
long-legged waders swim with ease, and I
have on several occasions seen them wade out
into water considerably above their heads
while they were feeding, and calmly swim
across to a mud flat on the farther side of the
pond.
In nests and home life the avocets and the
stilts are much alike. The eggs of each are
similar in markings, being of a buff to green-
ish-yellow ground color heavily spotted with
brownish black. The shape is pyriform and
the eggs of the avocet are larger than those
of the stilt. Three or four is the full setting
and the time was, fifteen years ago, when
both birds were common nesters along the *
small wet-weather lakes of the south coast
lowlands ; but they have been steadily de-
creasing since, until now the breeding pairs
probably can be counted by hundreds from
San Diego to Ventura, instead of by thousands
as they once were.
One of the most beautiful sights of the
old days in the lowdands, and one which
was sure to greet every duck hunter return-
ing home at nightfall, was the sight of
myriads of avocets and stilts flashing in
blotches- of black and white along the marge
of some shallow pool. In those days no one
of us thought of shooting the slender, grace-
ful birds, though any one of us would crawl
a hundred yards flat on his belly to get a
shot at a curlew.
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But, though I could write of these avocets
and stilts for an hour, so much have I fallen
in love with them, enough is plenty and let us
consider tiie long-billed dowitcher, he that is
miscalled "Jack snipe" on about half the gun
clubs of the South Coast.
This bird, coming among the first migrants
from the breeding grounds of the Yukon and
the Aleutian Islands, is found occasionally on
the South Coast in small bands of from ten
to fifty birds. Now and again one or two
individuals will appear among the members of
a flock of willets or with small parties of
sandpipers. Dowitchers are birds of the river
mouths and of muddy estuaries, where reced-
ing tides lay bare a plentiful food supply.
To shoot them is not sport, but slaughter ;
for they are among the most unsuspicious of
all the shorebirds, lingering on the beach
long after the warning cries of other waders
have told them that man, their enemy, is ap-
proaching. Over decoys, the bag of the
Dowitcher hunter is limited only by his ability
to shoot. They decoy readily and will whirl
in distracted circles about a wounded fellow-
member of their band until almost every one
is dead — shot from the blind without effort by
the gunner.
Dowitchers have partially webbed feet and
can swim after a fashion, though not so well
as other members of the tribe. I have seen
small bands of dowitchers swimming in the
lagoon at what is now Playa del Rey, but
which then was Ballona, happy home of the
Mexican fandango and of the care-free cockle
which did the best it could in the shallow
waters of the little bay.
For exact naturalists and hair splitters it
may be said that, while the long-billed dow-
itcher is a well sustained species, quite dis-
tinct from the dowitcher of the Atlantic sea-
board, its range is not so well defined. Pre-
sumably the western form inhabits the country
from the Mississippi to the Pacific and from
the equator on the south as far north as
man has dared to go. According to Elliot,
the bird breeds in Alaska and on both shores
of Behring Sea, while probably it is a frequent
nester on the islands which dot these tem-
pestuous waters.
And when you are out on the beach, keep a
weather eye out for the most-heard-of and
least known of all the shorebirds — the Knot.
It is a rare, extremely rare, migrant accord-
ing to the books, but I never saw one on the
South Coast, nor do I ever expect to meet
with one here; so if you thirst after further
information about this wader go read Elliot
or Ridgway or Coues or the records of
Greely's expeditions, on one of which the
first known egg of the Knot was procured.
The Least Sandpiper, smallest of all its
tribe, deserves mention here because in some
seasons it visits the South Coast in such
numbers that the flocks seem little less than
clouds of, birds. Probably hundreds are killed
each season by heartless and depraved gunners
who shoot into the flocks merely to see how
many they can kill. The birds, barely five
and a half inches long, are too small for
table use and are usually left to lie on the
beach when slain. When flying, these birds
turn half way over in the air and back again,
thus alternately showing the white of their
bellies and the darker shades of their upper
parts. This kaleidoscopic showing and their
cries of peep, peep, peep! are sure marks of
identification for the least sandpiper, whether
found along the kelp-strewn beach, on the
tide flats at some river's mouth or inland on
the edge of a roadside pool. I have heard
these birds called "jack snipe" also, but they
are no more jack snipe than Wilson's snipe
is a woodcock.
Now and then, it is reported, though I
imagine that it is but rarely, a white-rumped
sandpiper comes to the South Coast, and
with equal rarity, Bairds' sandpiper wanders
down the California shore to puzzle amateur
naturalists and cause a great digging among
reference books. But neither one of these
are real additions to the avifauna of the South
Coast and it is extremely unlikely that either
ever will fall before your gun or mine.
Peculiar in markings if not in action, each
would attract enough attention from the
shooter to warrant his looking them up. Of a
surety, he would hardly bother to eat either
one.
In winter, when the north is mantled in
snow and when its rivers and lakes are ice-
bound, there comes to the South Coast one
of the most interesting of all the shorebird
tribe — the Redbacked sandpiper. This is the
American form of the famous Dunlin of
Europe and is a thoroughly good table bird
and a good and wary game bird when shot to
any extent in one locality. Commonly a bird
of the seashore, this wanderer from the north
comes to the lower end of the state in flocks
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of from a score to half a thousand — though I
can recall but one so large flock as the latter
number.
Probably most beach hunters know them as
"Lead Hack." rather than as the Red-backed
Sandpiper. The birds are rapid flyers and
when on the wing perform some of the
prettiest evolutions known to shorebird flight.
They are not such easy targets as are the
dowitchers or the least sandpipers, and do not
decoy so readily. Thus, the shooter of the
Red-backs will find he has his hands full
to pile up a respectable bag in an afternoon's
shooting.
I remember shooting these Winter Snipe
one day in December, not very many years
ago, on the beach at what is now Naples.
There were two of us in the game, the surf
was running high and hard, and the wind was
a gale, blowing in off the sea laden with salt-
water pellets that cut like a knife where they
hit one's face.
We separated, each walking something like
half a mile from the point of separation
along the beach, refraining from shooting
until each reached an agreed-upon point.
Turning at these places we hunted back
toward a common center, thus driving the
birds back and forth and, at the same time,
retrieving our own birds.
The plan worked admirably; as fast as a
band got up in front of my companion his
shots drove them to me and I was able to
collect one or two from the band and then
return them to him by entirely changing
their line of flight. When we met for the
first time, he had nine birds and I had seven,
a good showing for shorebird hunters who
used neither decoys nor calls, and who kept
moving all the time. During the afternoon
we picked up something like 48 or 50 birds
to the two guns, and went home well satisfied
with the Red-backed Sandpiper as a game bird.
In my next paper I shall deal with the two
dozen (or thereabouts) species of shorebirds
which I have not touched upon as yet, but
which come to the South Coast every winter.
It is impossible to treat so huge a family as
the shorebirds even briefly in one paper, and
I have been compelled to abandon my plan so
to do, as laid out when these papers were
commenced.
THE MOCKING BIRD
HERE this bird of birds is singing, with his liquid tones a-ringing
Through the vales of Persian roses, with the vine-wreaths twining roi
I can hear his music pouring through the twilight gently low'ring
Till the stars come out to listen to the trilling, fluting sound;
And my fancy's vag'ries dwelling on his full notes fuller swelling,
Seem to take me from the present to some fairy realm of old,
Some fair land in some fresh season far beyond the range of reason,
Where the Oriental oceans bask in sunlight bright as gold.
There on banks of clouds upbuilded, with their gleaming edges gilded
With the halo mist of morning o'er a hectic flush of mere,
Seems my dreamy senses leave me — seems their beds of down receive r
And my spirit slips its fetters, for the gods are calling clear!
Nectar sweet, with ambrose, sipping, while all weary cares are slipping
With the deep-born current billows to the shore of nothingness,
Leaving neither pain or sorrow, leaving me no secret morrow,
While I dream 'mid incense burning, dream in peace and blessedness.
Trill, thou whole-souled voice of passion, breathed with neither form nor fashion
Trill, thou solitary maker of the woodland melody;
Filled with latent love and power in the early ev'ning hour,
When the earth is joined with heaven in a bond of harmony.
Trill! And cease not in thy numbers lest my scenes of fancied slumb
Like the dewdrops of illusion, vanish in the sun of truth;
Keep thy master music teeming, lest I waken from my dreaming,
Waken from Lethean visions but to find the real and ruth.
—S. A. White.
WINTERING ON THE NOATAK
By T. Raymond Stahl
HE acquisition of this inhospi-
table and barren waste would
never add one dollar to the
wealth of our country or fur-
nish homes to our people.
To suppose that anyone
would leave the mild climate
and fruitful soil of the
United States, with its news-
papers and colleges, its rail-
roads and commerce, its civilization and refine-
ments, to seek a home among the Aleuts, is
simply to suppose such a person insane", were
the words of Representative Loan of Missouri
in United States Congress forty years ago, at
the time that the United States purchased from
Russia this vast territory of Alaska. Even as
late as ten years ago a man prophesying that
from Alaska, then deemed a barren and worth-
less waste of rock and ice, could be evolved
the conditions that now exist throughout the
greater part of the territory, would be con-
sidered unquestionably demented.
The transition from the days of Aleutian
barbarism to American civilization has been
more rapid than any other movement re-
corded in history. The Romans of old, by
their prowess in battle and genius of organiza-
tion, conquered and surrounded themselves
with a vast colony of Romanized citizens
within the lapse of two" centuries. A hundred
years passed by before the conquerers of
America established upon this continent
civilized conditions, supplanting the customs
and superstitions of the redskin with their
own refined and cultured ideas. Yet, in less
time than Rome needed to lay the foundations
of empire, in less time than America required
to reveal her coming greatness, Alaska has
evolved from the dreaded region of Arctic
cold and barren rock to the Alaska of promise
and activity.
Alaska has been traduced, depreciated, and
totally misunderstood. For a quarter of a
century it has been regarded as a worthless
waste of unfruitful country and frozen
glaciers, smoking volcanoes and yawning ice-
crevices bordered by the snow-capped, cloud-
piercing mountains that formed an almost im-
pregnable barrier to a seemingly heaven-cursed
interior, incapable of furnishing homes for
civilized people.
Alaska has an area of 591,000 square miles,
in round numbers; that is to say, is as large
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'Alaska is not all snow and ice" (Unimak Island)
as all the United States east of the Mississippi
exclusive of the four states, Alabama, Georgia,
Florida, and Mississippi. It requires an effort
of the mind to grasp the significance of this
great expanse of territory extending from the
Arctic Ocean on the north to the Hecate
Straits on the south, from the Klondike Region
on the east to Behring Sea on the west.
There has never been a greater crime than
the dissemination of false facts among one's
fellowmen and criminals of this type are
seemingly abundantly produced upon the
return of many voyagers from the Circle. The
popular idea of Alaska is a misconception, for
there is nothing that can impress one more
forcibly than the abundance of vegetation and
the agricultural advantages that this land
affords. One can travel from one end of
Alaska to the other, following the course of
the Yukon during the summer time, and never
see snow. The things that one does see are
masses of flourishing vegetation, dense
expanses of forests and such fruit as the
raspberry, currant, huckleberry, and cranberry
in profusion. Tourists are to a great extent
responsible for the misconception ; for one
who sees Alaska from the deck of an ocean
steamer is apt to be unfavorably impressed
with the country's possibilities. The coast is
everywhere lined with lofty mountains
mantled with snow and ice. Its rugged, cold,
forbidding appearance is enough to ca-use the
chills to run down the back of the most
warm blooded. The trouble comes, however,
when one thinks that he can pass judgment
upon the whole territory when he has skirted
the shores in a steamer from Seattle to Sitka ;
while as a matter of fact, he has seen but a
very minute portion of the real country. Upon
his return home his friends readily absorb his
story, in the end agreeing with him that
Greenland would have been a far better
purchase than Alaska.
To speak understandingly and appreciatively
about our great Arctic territory one must see
the interior, the heart of the country, and
not until he has accomplished that, can he pass
judgment upon Alaska.
The Williams party, about which our story
treats, had the good fortune to view Alaska
from almost every viewpoint and their unani-
mous opinion of the country is that it is indeed
a realm of opportunity — a land of agricultural
and industrial promise.
Captain Williams, under whose supervision
the party was organized, was by no means a
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novice in Arctic travel. Previous to the time
of our story, he had spent three years within
the Arctic Circle, exploring and prospecting.
During his stay in Alaska he had investigated
its mineral resources and agricultural advan-
tages, returning with a goodly amount of gold
and silver as well as obtaining an abundance
of valuable information about the country. So
enthusiastic was Williams over the possibili-
ties of Alaskan life that he at once organized a
party of eight, consisting of himself and wife,
George Tarrant and wife, William Bengamin,
George Taggert, Malcom Fay, and a Mr.
Keith, and on the 6th of July, 1902, the party
set sail from Seattle for Teller, Port Clarence,
on the steamer Centennial. Their real destina-
tion was the Noatak river, one of Alaska's
most beautiful streams, at whose head waters
Capt. Williams had prospected with great suc-
cess upon his previous trips. In order to
ascend the Noatak, the party had taken a
steamer in "knock-down" form which they
would assemble at Teller, and from there in
the steamer make their way to the mouth of
the Noatak. Eight horses were taken from
Seattle as well as several thousand dollars
worth of groceries and supplies.
It was an ideal July day that marked their
departure, a most favorable premonition for
the voyage. Scores of relatives, friends, and
curious ones lined the wharves to bid the good
ship Centennial "bon voyage" as she headed for
the Straits of Fuca.
In a few hours Vancouver sank beneath the
horizon and the party then began to realize
that the voyage was actually begun. The
steamer followed the "old mail route" from
Seattle until within a few miles of Fox Island,
when she turned to the starboard and headed
for the famous Unimak Pass which separates
Unimak Island and Akun Island.
A heavy fog. had gathered over the surface
of the ocean, so dense that it was impossible
for the pilot to see distinctly a hundred feet
ahead. The ship slowed down, finally casting
anchor in the straits. On either side could be
heard the breakers battling with the sides of
the cliff-bordered islands, but the cliffs them-
selves were hidden behind the curtain of fog.
The Centennial lay at anchor thus enveloped
for eight hours. At 9 o'clock on the day
following, the fog clouds began to dissemble
and the sun rays, like darts of fire, pierced the
vapory shroud and played upon the rocks and
waters. Slowly, gradually, the palisade-like
sides of the i'ass revealed themselves through
the vanishing mist until all aboard burst forth
into a cry of admiration at the wonderful sight
presented to view.
On the starboard side the cliffs raised them-
selves to an altitude of several hundred feet,
resplendent with colorings, orange, purple,
saffron, crimson, greens galore, varied as the
colors of the spectrum, gaudy as the armorial
bearings of a European king, dazzling under
the golden sunbeams. It was Superior's
pictured rocks transported to Alaska. Sur-
mounting the rock wall on the Unimak side
a tall grey mountain peak slowly rolled forth
a cloud of bluish smoke that hovered over
the crest like an eagle over her eyrie. A
ring of vapor circled around the volcano's
base and, gradually unwinding itself, vanished
behind the cliff and out of sight. The deeply
furrowed sides of the mountain, worn smooth
by glacial and volcanic action, glistened in the
sunlight, making the peak look more like an
immense uncut jewel projecting out from the
cliff tops than a volcano — for this was Po-
grumnol, the famous smoking mountain of the
Aleutian Islands.
This picture will always be impressed upon
the memory of the voyager as one of Alaska's
most beautiful natural wonders. Pogrumnol
and the Unimak cliffs can be appreciated far
more if the Nome-bound traveller first finds
them hidden by the curtain of Behring fog and
awaits their appearance through the sun-dis-
pelled veil.
As the Centennial heaved anchor and steamed
on her course for Nome, all eyes were fastened
upon the isle of Unimak until the last blue
smoke hanging over the volcano's crater was
hidden by the meeting of sky and water.
After an uneventful Behring Sea voyage of
two and a half days, having seen land but
twice — Cape Mohican on Nunivak Island and
the Punuk Isles, off the Island of St. Law-
rence— they anchored in Norton Sound near
Cape Nome, and those passengers that desired
landing were "lightered" to the mainland to-
gether with their baggage. The coast of
Alaska at this point is so treacherous that
landing is impossible, and every thing is
carried ashore in large boats called "lighters"
especially adapted to battling breakers. In
some lands the lighter consists of a small
staunch canoe-like craft poled ashore by the
natives ; but in Alaska the signs of civilization
are highly in evidence, the lighters consisting
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of large heavily built boats, scow-shaped, that
are towed about by steam ocean tugs. It
requires a cool head and a steady hand to
become an expert "lighterman", for often-
times valuable cargoes are intrusted to these
boatmen and the breaking of the tow-line, or
mismanagement of the scow, causing it to
dash upon the reefs that abound on Alaska's
coasts, will mean the breaking up of some
prospecting party, for all supplies are carried
from Seattle. The "lighterman" is therefore
an actual necessity in Alaskan life, and because
of the responsibility of his position can demand
the most arbitrary wages.
Along with these "lighters" paddled scores of
natives in their Omiaks (large canoes) and
kiaks (small canoes) desirous of exchanging
furs and fish for trinkets and sugar. Kup-si-
tuk (sugar) is greatly prized by the Esquimaux
of North America, especially in Alaska; and if
there is anything that they possess that you
are desirous of securing, kup-si-tuk will
purchase it where other things fail. These
were the first natives that the Centennial en-
countered.
When all the Nome passengers and freight-
age had been taken ashore, the steamer lifted
anchor and steamed northward for Teller on
Port Clarence. The 20th of July witnessed her
anchorage in the bay off Teller. It took about
a day and a half to "lighter off" the supplies
and equipment of the Williams party, so that
by the 22d of July their Alaskan life had
actually begun. The men at once unpacked the
steamer parts preparatory to its construction.
A large space was cleared on the beach for
the purpose of building the craft. On the 24th
her keel was laid. All the ribs, planking, skeg.
gunwales, decking, etc., had been cut and fitted
at Seattle so the work merely consisted in put-
ting the pieces in their proper places. By the
1st of August the frame work of the hull was
nearly finished and what was once a heap of
ribs and planks began to assume the shape
of a boat. The steamer was to be one
hundred feet in length over all and was to
have an eight foot beam. Her motive power
was to be supplied by a seventy-five horse-
power steam engine driving a nine foot stern
paddle-wheel. Sliding easily along on greased
skids, the "Cabalona" (white-man) — this was
the name of the craft — was launched into the
Bay of Clarence, August 27. She rode the
waves like a sea-nymph and the men were more
than pleased with their marine production. Her
first speed trial was made the following day
and the Cabalona against a moderate wind and
sea made seven miles an hour. The next three
days were occupied in the stowing of supplies
and accoutrements aboard, the steamer was
so built that the entire hull with the excep-
tion of a small sleeping space tould be used
for freight and the horses. She was fitted with
a canopy top, while canvas side curtains,
dropped from the top and fastened with brass
cleats, excluded all rain and spray from the
steamer's interior. The steering of the craft
was operated from the roof of the canopy top
where a pilot's bridge was constructed.
On the first day of September, 1902, with
Capt. Williams at the Cabalona's wheel, the
party steamed out of Port Clarence up the west
coast to Noatak. They disliked very much
the idea of leaving Teller, for the weather had
been ideal during the entire stay. In spite of
the fact that the Arctic Circle was but a few
score miles distant, the weather conditions
were those of Michigan and Wisconsin of the
Temperate Zone. One could not believe that
such clear atmosphere, such balmy weather, such
an abundance of plant life, such a profusion
of wild flowers and berries could exist in
Alaska, had he not seen them with his own
eyes and appreciated them with his own senses.
The magazines and periodicals of his home
land had impressed him with the coldness, the
dreariness, the uselessness of our Russian
purchase, and now to behold these unexpected,
unreported beauties, these advantageous condi-
tions in Alaska made him wonder who was at
fault, the magazine writer or the country?
Certainly not the country ; for with his own
eyes he beheld our Arctic possession as it
really was. The magazine writer had
apparently seen the country from the coast,
and from that viewpoint had passed criticism
on the whole country. There is- nothing of the
ice-bound or frozen in Alaska's interior during
the summer. When it is viewed from that
standpoint a great change overcomes one's
first opinion of the land. There lies a warm,
responsive soil behind the cold forbidding
mountains that form the land's frontier, soil
as fertile as the wheat fields of Minnesota,
soil which if properly nurtured will bristle with
rustling corn and waving wheat, soil that can
produce farm products to feed a million. The
first great agricultural trek to the Arctic will
bear witness to these words of appreciation
for Alaska.
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Behring Sea was in a calm when the Cab-
alona left Port Clarence; no perceptible breeze
was blowing, not a ripple disturbed the waters,
the cries of the sea gulls could be heard dis-
thc Diomede Isles in Behring Strait just off
Cape Prince of Wales.
The wind was slowly waxing in force, and
moderately sized waves were beating against
Canon at the Head of the Noatak
tinctly as they swooped over the ship and
hastened back to their homes on the cliffs.
This favorable condition of sea and wind lasted
until the steamer was within forty miles from
the steamer's sidas as she headed for the Cape.
On his previous trip, the year before,
Williams left supplies and luggage at Cape
Prince of Wales in the care of the Presbyterian
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Waterfall on the Xoatak
missionary with the intention of securing them
when the party came up the following fall.
He, consequently, anchored off the point upon
which the mission was located and fired a
signal gun. A white flag being hoisted on the
station signal staff, the steamer's whale-boat
was lowered and Williams, Tarrent, and Keith
went ashore to secure the goods, returning
in about an hour and a half.
Meanwhile, the sea breezes had increased
considerably in velocity and the Straits were
tossing with foaming white-caps. A heavy pitch-
black cloud rising seemingly from the Siberian
coast was slowly creeping across the sky,
casting a darkening shadow over the waters.
The sun, previously like a disk of gold, dropped
behind the pall of black cloud and was gone.
The breakers dashed tumultuously against the
rock-bound Cape ; above the din could be
heard the rumblings and rollings of distant
thunder, while across the Alaskan sky leaped
tin- lightning flashes. The Cabalona had un-
expectedly encountered an Arctic storm. With-
in an hour the storm had reached its full in-
tensity. The cannonade of heaven echoed
from cliff to cliff; here and there the skies
m i' semingly rent asunder, opening to view
a realm of brightness beyond. A single flash
with the force of a meteorite smote the cliff,
hurling into the sea masses of rock, which
under ordinary conditions would have caused
great commotion, but which now lost their
force in the tumult of the hurricane. Rain
in torrents b'eat down upon the steamer and
great waves crested with spray threw their
volumes of briny water over the Cabalona's
decks. Already she had dragged anchor, her
engines were powerless; at the mercy of the
Behring storm she helplessly drifted south-
ward. All day the sea gulls screeched amid
the fury of the wind and wave, while the
cries of the seals and sea-lions — human in
sound — were heard during cessations in the
battle of the elements.
Williams endeavored to get behind the
Diomede Isles for protection, but the waves,
too high and powerful, prevented him from
accomplishing his end; had he persisted in
steaming against them the Cabalona would
have been swamped.
Late in the afternoon the ship had drifted
out of the main storm path, but she was
totally disabled ; her engines refused to turn
over; the salt water had leaked through the
seams in the side curtains, saturating all the
provisions and supplies. Loads of luggage were
thrown overboard to lighten the ship so that
she would ride the waves easier. The engines
being useless, the only means of reaching land
for repairs was to rig up sails on the cabin
top and head for the east. They had no idea
where they were; the storm had so deranged
their bearings that sole salvation lay in the
exactness of the compass. Rude sails were
hoisted on deck and the Cabalona was turned
eastward. By that time the fury of the squall
had subsided, the sky was clearing and the
sun almost at setting point emerged from the
fleeting clouds. A peculiar yellowish haze was
cast over the sea as if a powerful calcium
light had been directed upon the waters, while
to the south arched an immense rainbow
dappled with coloring. This beautiful sky-
picture lasted until the sun sank into the
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distant Strait and the last flash of crimson
light decked the horizon.
After twenty-four hours of snail-like mov-
ing under the flimsily erected sails, the party
could see what they thought were the lights of
Nome. The Cabalona's course was directed to
where Sledge Island would be, were these
Nome's lights and after a sixteen hour run the
steamer was anchored off Sledge Island for
repairs. The stack had blown down and the
engines needed a thorough overhauling. The
men at once went to work on the machinery,
the women cleaning out the boat's interior. It
took two days to put the ship in shape and
not until detailed inspection had pronounced
her in first class condition did the party heave
anchor and depart from Sledge Island, for
Cape Prince of Wales. As she passed the
mission point for a second time the missionary
waved a white flag in salute and signaled,
asking if all was well.
In two hours the ship was in the Arctic
Ocean en route for the mouth of the Noatak.
A five days calm sailing in Kotzebue Sound
found the Cabalona anchored off Cape Blossom
for supplies. An abundance of clothing was
secured from the mission station at this point.
We might say, in passing, that were it not
for the mission stations which serve the double
purpose of converting the Esquimaux and
furnishing the needy with supplies, many pros-
pecting parties would be broken up before
reaching the Noatak's mouth. The Alaskan
mission stations are as important to the Arctic
traveller as the cities of refuge were to the
ancient Hebrews. The main source of supply
for the missionary is the native who brings
furs and other necessities to the station in
exchange for trinkets and sugar.
The Cabalona was piloted through the shoals
and banks that form a breakwater at the
Noatak's mouth and headed up the river.
The Noatak is about three-quarters of a mile
in width where it empties into the sea, being
bordered by low sandy shores, densely spruced,
that extend for several miles up the river.
Here the banks assume a more rocky form,
raising themselves to precipitous heights like
the Palisades of the Hudson, through which
the stream cuts and washes. This is the first
canon of the Noatak.
The rapid flowing waters of the river are as
clear as crystal — a striking .characteristic of the
majority of Alaskan streams — the bottom be-
ing everywhere visible, flecked with salmon
and grayling gliding over sand and pebble
patches.
Seventy miles up stream two log cabins
could be seen through the Cottonwood trees
that bordered the west bank of the river. The
Cabalona was run as near shore as possible
and anchored at the mouth of a bordering
slough ; the men went ashore in a whale boat,
carrying a heavy cable, one end of which was
fastened to the steamer's bow, the other to a
large spruce a few yards from the water's
edge. Upon investigation it was found that
the huts were forsaken so the women were
given one, the men taking the other. It took
some time to unload the steamer, for as fast
as the freightage was removed from the boat
it was placed in a permanent place. The stack
was taken ashore and from it was fashioned a
large fireplace for the ladies' cabin. The men
at once set to work building a large log hut
to accomodate the horses. By the 13th of
October the party was comfortably settled in
the cabins, the Cabalona beached high and
dry, and all preparations made for the
approaching winter.
The winter was by no means as severe as
the party anticipated it would be. The
splendid opportunities for fishing and hunting,
the abundance of fish and game, together with
the chance to study Esquimaux life made the
winter pass exceedingly fast.
The horses caused considerable consternation
among the natives when they first beheld the
animals and it took some time for them to
become accustomed to the tu-tu, as they called
the horses. The Esquimaux were very hos-
pitable and friendly, coming to the log huts —
"Cabalona's Rest" — every day bringing fish
and furs in order to secure sugar, hardtack
and soap. The native's fondness for kup-si-
tuk has been referred to before, but
he has the same regard for hardtack
and soap, especially the latter. He greatly
enjoys lathering himself with the white suds,
thinking that it will make him look like the
Ca-ba-lo-na (white man). The Alaskan
Esquimaux is a great lover and admirer of
personal cleanliness. The general impression
given one by the first sight of the Alaskan
native is that he is a dirty, greasy creature,
caring little or nothing about keeping clean.
The Williams party, however, found the
reverse to be true ; viz, that if opportunities
for washing are offered the Esquimaux he
takes great pride in keeping clean, exactly as
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Xoatak in Spring Flood
much so as his white brother — oftentimes
more so, for many of the prospectors that one
meets in the interior of Alaska look as if
soap and water were unknown substances to
them.
The Esquimaux is scrupulously honest and
he expects the white man to be so in return.
As a striking example of the uprightness of
the Alaskan native let me cite the following ;
One Saturday morning Williams, Keith and
Fay went out on a hunting expedition across
country. On the way out Fay accidentally
dropped his handkerchief, a gaudy affair, and
did not miss it until some hours afterwards.
While he was away, an Esquimaux happened
along and seeing the handkerchief, instead of
stuffing in into his pocket as thousands of
white men would have done, he found a stone
and taking the handkerchief by the corner
weighted it down with the stone so that its
owner would find it in case he came back
that way — which Fay did. This is but a
single instance ; scores of them occurred during
the winter each revealing the integrity of the
Esquimaux.
The natives showed the men the most
efficient way of catching fish and game, so that
the table was constantly supplied with
ptarmigan, geese, ducks, salmon, trout, grayling
and other fish and fowl. Rabbits were captured
by traps called dead-falls, very similar to the
dead-falls used by the American trapper.
Ptarmigan, geese and ducks were plentiful
during breeding days, for at that time thous-
ands of them would come out and sun them-
selves upon the cliffs, so that one man under
the protection of movable snow houses for
"blinds" could kill as many as forty birds in
a half hour with a Winchester. The fish were
obtained by various methods, some with nets,
others with lines and hooks fashioned out of
whalebone. Since there were no canning
factories in Alaska the natives dried all the
fish for southern shipment. Many varieties
of these dried fish were secured from the
Esquimaux in exchange for soap and sugar.
The regular weekly bill of fare as regards
meat was something along this line ; Sunday —
Ptarmigan breasts, fried : Monday — Ptarmigan,
stewed : Tuesday — Fish : Wednesday — Rabbit :
Thursday — Ptarmigan : Friday — Fish : Satur-
day— Rabbit. Caribou meat, when procurable
was generally reserved until some day of
celebration.
The home of the Esquimaux is a very
unique form of residence. It resembles the
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Indian wigwam in that it is constructed on
poles stuck upright in the ground so as to
form a circle over which is stretched tough
hides. Afterwards, sand, snow and ice are
packed around the house of skins to assure
warmth and solidity. At the top is left a
hole about three feet in diameter over which
is stretched the intestine of some large animal;
this gut is partly transparent and allows a
moderate amount of light to penetrate the
hut's interior. The form of the finished
igloe resembles a tea-cup turned upside
down. The floor of the home is below the
ground level as the igloe is raised over a
hole in the earth, the only entrance being a
small door so low that one must kneel to
enter. The interior consists of a single room
which is used interchangeably for cooking,
eating, and sleeping. Numerous shelves serve
the purpose of cupboards and pantry. In the
center of the room is a low stationary table
around which the family — seldom very large — ■
sit and eat their staple meal of fish and seal-
oil.
It is said that in the poorer districts of
Ireland the peasants hung a large fish in the
center of the table ; each one of the family
taking a potato from the dish would point it
at the fish and then eat it. This fare was
called "potatoes and point". The Esquimaux,
however, actually dipped the fish into the seal
oil and then ate it. Fish when eaten by the
native is very rarely cooked, raw meat being
much preferred. The Alaskan is not very
refined in the act of eating, a dinner resem-
bling in sound the action of a suction pump.
When bed-time arrives the family or families,
as the case may be all lie on the floor of the
igloe, their heads toward the wall, their
feet in the center, forming a complete circle;
as many as ten and twelve people have lived
in one of these small huts.
The besetting sin of the Esquimaux is the
crime of adultery, but through the refining work
and influence of the missionaries this evil is
being gradually wiped out. The native dance
is very much like the oriental houtche-coutche
— the bane of the harem ; because of its vulgar
and degrading character it has been forbidden
by the missions. At present not even kup-si-
tuk can induce the native to perform his or her
dance. "Missionary no want us dance," is the
only response received.
The native ag-an-ok (woman) carries her
mik-in-in-ie (baby) very much like the squaw
of the American Indian, the child being placed
in a pocket of warm fur and carried in the
back of the mother's fur coat. Reindeer milk is
the principal food for infant sustenance in the
Arctic zone, but when a milk famine occurs the
Esquimaux mother has a very unique way of
nourishing her babe. A small bag of deer-skin
is made resembling the army canteen in shape
but a trifle larger in size ; into this skin-bag
is placed a mushy preparation of raw fish and
seal oil mortared to a pulp-like condition
between two rocks. The end of this bag is
slit open and the infant sucks this slotted end,
enjoying the raw fish as much as an American
baby enjoys its bottle.
By January 20 the suk-in-ik (sun) was seen
but a half hour each day, for this was the
climax of the period of long nights, the
season that the seal-oil lamp with its wick of
moss saw extensive service.
May 18, Tarrant, Taggart, and Keith left
Cabalona's Rest for the heart of the country,
taking with them three horses and an
abundance of provisions. The oats and other
provender carried from Seattle had been so
brine-soaked in the storm that they were
getting musty. With the exception of a small
supply of moss and lichens taken from the
rocks it was the only feed the party could
secure for the horses, and rather than have
the animals starve the spoiled grain was given
them. A skin disease, brought on by the eat-
ing of the decaying feed, broke out among the
three taken into the interior and they died
after a week's tramp toward Mt. Kelley. The
men struck a valuable gold vein south of the
foothills that skirted Mt. Kelley's base, and
were employed in staking out a claim when
Keith, who was a very portly man, succumbed
to dropsy. His body after being wrapped in
canvas and blankets was lifted up from the
ground on two poles crotched about ten feet
from the earth in order to prevent the wild
beasts from destroying it. This is the native
way of disposing of corpses. Tarrant and
Taggert after finishing staking made their
way back to the cabins down the Noatak with
a dog team purchased from the natives.
The country by this time began to assume
the habit of spring — and no sight is more
welcome to the Alaskan prospector than the
passing of the snow and ice. Mantles of
redolent sweet peas, variegated in colorings,
were thrown over the hills in their wild, un-
cultured abundance. The tundras (swamps)
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,,::. , more burst forth into toli ig
fruit, while the spruce trees assumed a more
pro of g I he « tiffs redoubled their
coverings of lichens; here and there black,
strange!} formed rocks jutted from the cm-
bankment of moss like the gargoyles on the
cathedral of Notre Dame; mountain
dashing over and around the boulders inter-
wovi themselves among the hillocks and
passed on and into the Noatak; the marshes
rose almost to the tundras' nigger-heads—
resplendent with the treasured cranberry and
currant, while over their muddy waters
hovered myriads of gnats and mosquitoes — the
insect pests of the Arctic summer.
The Noatak, which had been ice-bound all
winter, was gradually breaking up and by the
middle of June had assumed its most glacial
aspect. The river had risen extensively
because of the spring thaws and mountain
freshets .that poured into it on its down-
ward course to the sea. Opposite Cabalona's
Rest the ice was jammed — yes piled, cake upon
cake, berg upon berg, until it formed an
immense barricade of crystal lofty as the tower
of Trinity Church. Pinnacles of ice tottering
under the movement of the river swayed back
and forth, at last falling with a resounding
crash against the rocks. Boulders, timbers, and
ice grinding one against the other were cast
up by the stream as if spewed furth by the
river god; then descending, floated a pulp-like
mass oceanward. The action was never twice
alike. The waters would How along quietly for
a few minutes, then with no apparent cause
would unheave and cast out waves from their
depths, and grind and crash and groan. It
seemed as if Noatak were a creature, teeming
with life, a creature of the wild, untamed, un-
restricted. The river-bends were jamming
with the rush of ice and wailing beneath the
water's surges. By the first of July, the "June
rise" was off and the stream was the same
crystal Noatak that greeted the party the
previous autumn.
As soon as the ground was softened and the
last traces of frost had disappeared, the women
turned the earth behind the cabins and planted
radishes, lettuce, beans, carrots, and almost
every common garden vegetable. In two weeks
the table was laden with sweet, crisp radishes
with their glistening coats of carmine, tender
leaves of lettuce, and carrots and beets galore;
other vegetables followed in abundance.
Alaska proved to be as fruitful as the virgin
soil of Caanan. Think of it! Raising radishes
and lettuce as large and tender as the products
of the hot-house. 150 miles north of the Arctic
Circle !
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WESTERN FIELD
The Sportsman's Magazine of the West
official organ
The California Fish and Game Pro-
tective Associations
PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY
THE WESTERN FIELD COMPANY
(incorporated)
SAN FRANCISCO. CAL.
Offices.-
609-610 Mutual Savings Bank Building.
Registered at the San Francisco Po.stoffice as Second-
Class Matter
FRANK H. MAYER
Managing Editor
Matter for publication should be addressed "WEST-
ERN FIELD." 60*610 Mutual Savings Bank Building.
San Francisco. Cal.. and not to individuals connected
with the magazine. All copy for new advertisements,
changes or discontinuances, must be in hand not later
than the 10th of the month preceding date of issue, in
order to insure attention.
FOR A NON-SALE LAW.
In the name of the People of California we <le
mand at the hands of our Legislature, at its next
session, the enactment and embodiment in our game
law of a statntory clause prohibiting the sale in
this State of any game bird of any description what-
soever, and fixing a commensurate penalty for any
violation thereof.
THE SILVER LINING
IN THESE troubulous times of financial
' unsteadiness it is a comfort to know
that if legal tender is a bit shy, ducks,
quail, steelheads, striped bass and other
game delectables are plentiful in the land,
awaiting the pleasure and convenience of
many thousands of good fellows who would
be infinitely better off if they walked the
fields a little more and the floor a little less.
Fellow sportsmen, we are all in the same
boat these choppy days. No one. has the
edge on us; for be you millionaire or
market-hunter, potentate or pauper, your
checks at the bank have just the same
value in coin of the realm — you can't raise
single dollar of our daddies' on them,
.■"herefore, for the anomalous time being we
are for once exemplifying that ambiguous
old saying that all men are equal— which
is a lie on the face of it, for some fellows
are better shots and fishermen than others
and the inequality will be apparent at
the end of an equal day's sport. But for
one thing, Heaven be thanked: we all have
an equal whack at the birds and the fish,
and the best man gets the biggest bag.
There is a silver lining to every cloud
if we will only go far enough afield to
see it, and pessimism never yet filled an
empty purse. Of course you can stay
at home and hang around the Stock Ex-
changes and catch fish — if you have the
expertness peculiarly required in such a
divertisement; but suckers — even those with
golden scales — are a poor substitute for
the nobler fish of our heaven-kissed waters.
You can still-hunt the winged dollar in
the sloughs of your counting room — and
sordid souls will doubtlessly find their full
account in the bursting bags of filthy
lucre — but give us rather the clarity and
lustre of the eye undimmed by looking over
the ledger barrels at the nondescript buz-
zard in pantalettes which doesn't trust in
God any more. Give us the waking glories
and the sleeping delights of days in the
open and nights of perfect rest, earned
by the genuine sportsmen in the pursuit of
man's natural ordained avocation. For in
the sweat of his brow he was ordained
to earn his bread, and there is no sweat
like unto that which oozes from the tanned
forehead beneath the battered old corduroy
or canvas hat.
Therefore, oh! ye men of deep lined faces
and haggard aspect, forget for a blessed
season the miseries of Midas and go out
to pipe with Pan. Take down the old
muzzle-loader and "soft coal" horn, or the
thousand-dollar ejector as your means and
ways elect, and hike out to the round-up
of the elusive birds that fill the hours and
the pan so satisfyingly. Joint up the old
ash pole or dainty split bamboo and have
a seance with old gipsy Nature; in her
water mirror you will read the fortune
you desire for you compel it to be as
you like— if you are to the manner (not
necessarily Manor) born.
At all events stop growling and whining.
Swearing at the conditions won't catch you
any fish, and hunting for troubles that will
flock all the faster if your liver gets out
of whack by staying indoors, scheming how
to live on the interests of your debts, won't
fill the larder with toothsome largess of
fen and upland. Borrow only one thing
from the "Street" — its language:
"Forget it!"
And go fishing or hunting in order to
be able to.
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California Game and Fish Laws 1907 1909
> shoot game between half
hour after sunset and hall hour before sunrise; or to net or
trap any panic animals or birds, or to take the eggs or destroy
the nests of game or other w lid birds ; or to shoot on enclosed
or cultivated grounds, when posted, without permission; or
to kill any I-lk, Doe, Faun, Antelope, Mountain Sheep, Swan,
Pheasant, Imported Quail, Grouse. Sage-hen, Blue or White
Heron ("Crane"), Sea-gull or any non-game birds except
Geese, Brant, Sharp-shinned, Cooper's and Duck Hawks,
Great Horned Owl, English Sparrow, Linnet, Blue Jay,
Butcher Bird (Shrike) and such fish eating birds as are not
mentioned above.
Shipping Game— All game and fish must be shipped in
open view, with name and address of shipper.
OPEN SEASONS.
DEER— (Bucks only) July 15 to Oct. 1. Limit 2 for the
Season. Dogs can only be used for trailing wounded deer.
VALLEY QUAIL, CURLEW and other SHORE BIRDS —
Oct. 15 to Feb. 15. Limit 25 per day.
MOUNTAIN Quail— Sept. 1 to Feb. 15. *Limit 25 per day.
DOVES— July 15 to Oct. 15. Limit 25 per day.
SQUIRREL— Sept. 1 to Ja
-(Hook and line only), May 1
to Nov. 15. Limit 50 fish (but not to exceed 25 lbs.) No fish
less than 5 inches in length.
Steelhead TROUT— (Hook and line only,) May 1 to
Sept. 17 and Oct. 23 to Feb. 1, [April is also an open month
■ ] Ljmit 50 fish not less than 5 inches in length.
;> Sacramento perch
--•NO open season.
PENALTIES— Killing Elk. imprisonment from 1 to 2
years; killing Does. Fawns, Antelope or Mountain Sheep,
fSO to $500 or imprisonment. Violating any other game law.
$J5 to $500 or imprisonment. Violating any fish law, $20 to
$500 or imprisonment. Using any explosives for killing fish,
$250 or imprisonment. Attempted violation punishable same
as actual violation.
Black Bass— < Hook and line only. ) Jun
-irnit 50 fish.
GAME LAWS IN HANDY FORM
We present herewith a full sized cut of a handsome
aluminum card, issued by Western rield for the
benefit of Sportsmen, which gives at a glance a
condensed, yet sufficiently complete resume of the
game laws of California.
These handsome metal cards — which are very light
and of a convenient size to carry in the vest
pocket — will be sent to anyone free. Simply enclose
two cent stamp for return postage and same will
be forwarded without delay. Dealers in sporting
goods will be supplied with quantities for free dis-
tribution on request. Address Western Field Co.,
609-10 Mutual Savings Bank Building, San Fran-
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President,
H. T. Payne, 725 Baker Street, San Francisco.
Vice-Presidents,
C. L. Powell, Pleasanton; Dr. I. W. Hays, Grass
Valley; A. S. Nichols, Sierraville ; H. W. Keller, Los
Angeles, and Chase Littlejohn, Redwood City.
Executive Committee — C. W. Hibbard, San Fran-
cisco; W. W. Richards, Oakland; A. M. Barker, San
Jose; Frank H. Mayer, San Francisco, and J. H.
Schumacher, Los Angeles.
Membership Committee — E. A. Mocker, Capitola ;
W. C Correll, Riverside, and R. H. Kelly, Santa
Cruz.
Committee on Legislation— H. W. Keller, C. W.
Hibbard, J. B. Hauer, A. R. Orr, and W. Scott Way.
Secretary-Treasurer.
E. A. Mocker, 1316 Hayes Street.
County Associations — Their Secretaries and Ad-
dresses:
Alameda County Fish and Game Protective Ass'n
— A. L. Henry, Sec.-Treas., Livermore, Cal.
Alturas — R. A. Laird, Sec, Alturas, Cal.
Angels — Walter Tryon, Sec, Angels Camp, Cal.
Arroyo Grande — S. Clevenger, Sec, Arroyo
Grande, Cal.
Auburn — E. A. Francis, Sec, Auburn, Cal.
Boulder Creek — J. H. Aran, Sec, Boulder Creek,
Cal.
Audubon Society of California — W. Scott Way,
Sec, Pasadena, Cal.
California Rod and Gun Club Association — 316
Mills Building, San Francisco, Cal.
Chico, , Sec, Chico, Cal.
Cloverdale— C. H. Smith, Sec, Cloverdale, Cal.
Colusa — S. J. Gilmour, Sec, Colusa, Cal.
Corning— Mason Case, Sec, Corning, Cal.
Covelo— H. W. Schutler, Sec, Covelo, Cal.
Deer Creek— Jos. Mitchell, Sec, Hot Springs, Cal.
Fort Bragg — Thos. Burns, Sec, Fort Bragg, Cal.
Fresno — D. Dismukes, Sec, Fresno, Cal.
Grass Valley — John Mulroy, Sec, Grass Valley,
Cal.
Healdsburg F. and G. P. Ass'n— J. H. Kruse,
Secretary, Healdsburg.
Hollister— Wm. Higby, Sec, Hollister, Cal.
Humboldt— Julius Janssen, Sec, Humboldt, Cal.
Jackson — O. H. Reichling, Sec, Jackson, Cal.
Kelseyville — Chas. H. Pugh, Sec, Kelseyville, Cal.
Kern County— E. F. Pueschel, Sec, Bakersfield,
Cal.
Kings County— S. S. Mullins, Sec, Hanford,
Cal.
Lakeport — B. F. Mclntyre, Sec, Lakeport, Cal.
Laytonville— J. G. Dill, Sec, Laytonville, Cal.
Lodi — Greer McDonald, Sec, Lodi, Cal.
Lompoc— W. R. Smith, Sec, Lompoc, Cal.
Los Angeles— L. Herzog, Sec, Los Angeles, Cal.
Madera— Joe Bancroft, Sec, Madera, Cal.
Marysville— R. B. Boyd, Sec, Marysville, Cal.
Mendocino City— O. L. Stanley, Sec, Mendocino
City, Cal.
Mohawk Valley F. and G. P. Association— Fred
King, Sec.-Treas., Cleo, Plumas County.
Monterey County Fish and Game Protective Ass'n
— B. Ramsey, Sec, Monterey.
Napa— W. West, Sec, Napa, Cal.
Nevada City— Fred C. Brown, Sec, Nevada City,
Oroville— G. T. Graham, Sec, Oroville, Cal.
Oxnard— Roy B. Witman, Sec, Oxnard Cal
Paso Robles— T. W. Henry, Sec, Paso Robles,
Cal. '
Petaluma— Jos. Steiger, Sec, Petaluma, Cal.
Pescaderc— C. J. Coburn, Sec, Pescadero, Cal
Porterville— G. R. Lumley, Sec, Porterville, Cal.
Qumcy— T. F. Spooner, Sec, Quincy, Cal
Red Bluff-W. F. Luning, Sec, Red Bluff, Cal.
Redding— Dr. B. F. Belt, Sec, Redding, Cal
Redlands— Robert Leith, Sec, Redlands, Cal
Redwood City— C. Littlejohn, Sec, Redwood City,
Riverside— Joe Shields, Sec, Riverside, Cal.
San Andreas— Will A. Dower, Sec, San Andreas
Cal.
San Rafael— H. E. Robertson, Sec, San Rafael
Cal.
Santa Ana— J. W. Carlyle, Sec, Santa Ana, Cal
Santa Barbara— E. C. Tallant, Sec, Santa Bar-
bara, Cal.
San Bernardino — F. C. Moore, Sec, San Bernar-
dino, Cal.
Santa Clara— J. H. Faull, Sec, San Jose, Cal.
Santa Cruz— R. Miller, Sec, Santa Cruz, Cal.
San Diego— A. D. Jordan, Sec, San Diego, Cal.
San Francisco Fly Casting Club— F. W. Brother-
ton, Sec, 29 Wells-Fargo Building. San Francisco,
Cal.
Sanger— H. C. Coblentz, Sec, Sanger, Cal
Santa Maria— L. J. Morris, Sec, Santa Maria,
Sant
Cal.
San Luis Obispo— H. C. Knight, Sec. S
Obispo, Cal.
Salinas— J. J. Kelley, Sec, Salinas, Cal.
Selma— J. J. Vanderburg, Sec, Selma, Cal.
Sierra— Dr. S. H. Crow, Sec, Sierraville, Cal.
Sierra Co., F. and G. Association— F. B. Sparks
Sec, Loyalton, Cal.
Siskiyou— W. A. Sharp, Sec, Sisson, Cal.
Santa Paula— Dr. R. L. Poplin, Sec, Santa Paula
Cal.
Sacramento County — A. Hertzey, S<
to, Cal.
Sonora — J. A. Van Harlingen, Sec.
Stockton — R. L. Quisenberry, Sec, Stockt
Susanville— R. M. Rankin, Sec, Susanvil
Rosa— Miles Peerman, Sec, Santa Rosa,
Luis
Sacramen-
Stii
Sonora, Cal.
Cal.
Cal.
nd G.
Sec, Three Rivers,
'n— A. F. Schlumpf,
Sutter Creek-
Cal.
Truckee Rivei
Truckee, Cal.
Ukiah— Sam D. Paxton, Sec, Ukiah, Cal.
Vallejo— J. V. O'Hara, Sec, Vallejo, Cal.
Ventura — M. E. V. Bogart, Sec, Ventura, Cal.
Visalia— Thomas A. Chaten, Sec, Visalia, Cal.
Watsonville— Ed Winkle, Sec, Watsonville, Cal.
Willits— Chester Ware, Sec, Willits, Cal.
Woodland— W. F. Huston, Sec, Woodland, Cal.
West Berkeley — Charles Hadlan, Sec, West Ber-
keley, Cal.
Yreka— F. E. Autenreith, Sec, Yreka, Cal.
378
WESTERN FIELD
A STRANGE FISH FROM THE WATERS
OF THE TAHSIS CANAL
EARLY in May of the present year, I happened
to be at Friendly Cove, the English name for
the Siwash village of Yuquot, situated near
the southern extremity of Nootka Island at the
mouth of the sound of the same name. I had
returned to the west coast from a trip over the
divide into the little-known interior of Vancouver
Island, and was marking time until the good ship
"Tees" should chance along and take me farther
west. As I had just missed her, there were ten
days, at least, to be whiled away. At first, time
threatened to hang heavy, but after a couple of
days several parties of timber men drifted in from
their cruising, and the outlook at once became
brighter.
As we could not camp on the reserve, our tents
were pitched on the only available place — the beach
directly in front of the Mission. One day an
Indian on his return to the village from a fishing
trip up the Tahsis, seeing our tents, ran the nose
of his canoe on the shore below, and stepped out.
He had fish to sell — cod and halibut. Had the
salmon been running we could have caught our
own food, but it was too early 3n the season for
this royal fish. The next best thing was to buy
halibut from the Indian. We bargained for two,
and while the Indian was selecting what he con-
sidered was no less than our money's worth, we
noticed among the pile of fish in the bottom of
the canoe what we took to be a magnificent salmon.
We asked the Indian the price. He told us, while
a beneficent smile played over his much- wrinkled
countenance, that he would potlach the fish — in other
words give it to us gratis. This should have seemed
strange enough, for an Indian doesn't generally
give things away to strangers, but we thought
we had a prize, and placed it on the beach
alongside our purchases.
The canoe and its occupant departed. Shortly
after there came a procession from the village.
Rucks, young and old, gathered about our fish.
We could not understand it, and it was only after
much questioning that I managed to get the rea-
sons for their interest. It seems that the fish
was not a salmon at all. Wj could see that it
was not after a close inspection. What was it
then? A buck of some thirty-six years told me
it was the first of its kind he had ever seen,
while an old patriarch explained, with much native
eloquence, that many, many winters ago, the men
of the village had taken numbers of the same
kind of fish from the waters of the Tahsis Canal,
and that all those that ate of them at the time
had been poisoned, a large number dying.
Whether the story is true or not I cannot attempt
to prove, but it is just possible that at the particular
time the natives ate of the fish the village was
visited by some epidemic which was responsible for
the deaths and not the fish as imagined. I rather
think this latter is correct, for in July I got ac-
quainted with a Mr. O. Bergh, of Quatsino, a
gentleman who is somewhat observant and has
some knowledge of fish and such things. During
my stay at Quatsino, I mentioned the matter of
the fish to Mr. Bergh, and he told me he had
bought a fish from an Indian in the spring which
the Indian declared was poison. He thought the
Indian was "putting it on," as the flesh was that
of a clean fish. ±ie decided to test it anyway, and
did so. Suffering no ill effects, he divided the
fish, as it weighed about forty pounds, among
sor e of the settlers. Nobody was poisoned. From
Mr. Bergh's description, it must have been the
same species of fish I had left untouched on the
beach at Xootka. I have since shown the ac-
companying photograph to fishermen, have described
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379
the fish to cannery men and others. They have
all told me that it is something new to them. Is it
possible that it is new to science?
In appearance, the fish is very symmetrical, as
the picture shows. It was caught with a spoon.
On the upper jaw the teeth were all bunched in
front; while on the lower the teeth were regular and
extended for the full length. The gills were of a
dull red color. The belly was somewhat like that
of a cod-fish; while the back strongly resembled that
of a salmon, with the exception of the dorsal fin,
which was of a spiny character continuing along the
back almost to the tail, which was also much like
that of a salmon. On the whole, the coloring was
the most splendid I have ever observed on a salt
water fish, the head being especially notable with
its rich peacock markings on top and the soft old
gold colors of its sides. The flesh was very similar
to the flesh of a cod-fish. The Indian name for the
fish is Mishoway. It is just possible that a food
fish, as yet unknown to us, may be a spring-time
visitor to the inlets of western Vancouver Island.
If so. and whether the fish came in sufficient
numbers to be of commercial value are matters which
might be worth an investigation.
Victoria, B. C. F. M. Kelly.
A NEW NATIONAL BUFFALO HERD
THE buffalo herd which was presented to the
national government by the New York Zoologi-
cal Society last year, to form the nucleus of a
great southwestern herd, was shipped on October
11th, to the new range of 76S.0 acres that has been
prepared for it in the best portion of the Wichita
Game Reserve, southwestern Oklahoma. On Octo-
ber 10th, fifteen fine animals, the pick of the
splendid herd of forty-five head in the New
York Zoological Park, were crated for shipment,
each in a roomy and comfortable crate, and shipped
to Cache, Oklahoma. In view of the nature and
object of the shipment — a gift to the people, for
the express purpose of helping to preserve the
American Bison from ultimate extinction — the
American Express Company and the New York
Central Lines transport the two cars free of charge
from New York to St. Louis, and the Wells-
Fargo Express Company also makes a free gift
of the transportation over the 'Frisco road from St.
Louis to Cache. Both these favors are greatly
appreciated by the Z-oological Society, which had
undertaken to make delivery at Cache.
In 1906, the New York Zoological Society re-
ceived from the Director of the Zoological Park
a suggestion that the Society offer to the National
oovernment, as a gift, a herd of fifteen buffaloes
with whicn to start a new national herd. The
proposal was warmly endorsed by the Executive
Committee of the Society. The offer was made
to the Secretary of Agriculture, who immediately
accepted it, and invited the Society to select a
site for the new fenced range that would be
necessary. Forthwith the Society despatched a
special agent, Mr. J. A. Loring, who went to
the U ichita Reserve, and with Supervisor E. b .
Morrissey, carefully examined the whole available
territory. A location was agreed upon, and duly
mapped out. Mr. Loring submitted to the Society
an elaborate and thorough report, which was trans-
mitted to the Department of Agriculture, and to
Congress. Secretary Wilson secured a special
appropriation of $15,000 for the erection of a wire
fence to enclose twelve square miles of range, and
to erect corrals, sheds, and a hay barn. This
work has been proceeding, and will soon be com-
pleted, under the direction of the Forestry Bureau
of the Department of Agriculture, whose officers
have from the first been keenly interested in the
undertaking. All the improvements were planned
by Mr. Hornaday, and the animals for the nucleus
herd were carefully selected by him.
The Buffalo herd of the New York Zoological
Park has for a long time been one of the finest
sights of that great home for wild animals. Orig-
inally planned to contain twenty head, it numbered
previous to this shipment forty-five as handsome
buffaloes of all ages as ever were brought to-
gether. Ten lusty calves have been born this
year.
But, nothwithstanding the fine condition of this
herd, the officers of the Zoological Society know
that the only sure way by which the American
bison can be preserved in full vigor for the next
two hundred years, or more, is by establishing
herds under national or state ownership, on public
lands, in ranges so large and so diversified that
the animals will be wild and free. Under such
conditions, Dr. tiornaday declares that no ill
effects from inbreeding ever need be feared.
The herd forwarded to Oklahoma is composed
as follows : Six breeding cows, one big bull,
"Comanche," five years old, and master of the herd;
one bull three and one-half years old , two bulls
and one cow in third year, one bull and one cow
in second year, and one pair of calves, male and
female, six months old. In this collection, four
different strains of blood are represented, and after
this succession of breeding males has been' ex-
hausted, there will be nothing to fear from in-
breeding.
The shipment went forward in charge of Frank
Rush, Keeper of the Wichita Buffalo Range, and
H. Raymond Mitchell, Chief Clerk of the New
York Zoological Park. The buffaloes were shipped
in two patent stock cars, and travelled in pas-
senger trains the whole distance. On arriving at
Cache, teams were in readiness, and the animals
were hauled, crated as they were, twelve miles
to the new range. The utmost care will be observed
to prevent infection by the Texas fever tick that
is such a scourge to cattle in the southwest.
GOOD WORK WELL DONE
THE first annual report of the Audubon Society
of California is as creditable a bit of compila-
tion and printer's work, as is the great work
done in the cause of bird protection by Secretary
W. Scott Way and his estimable coadjutors. Too
much cannot be said in praise of the commendable
labors of these advanced citizens; by their efforts
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they have educated the masses up to the apprecia-
tion of what our feathered friends are worth to us
in a commercial as well as an aesthetic way, and
today our woods arc filled with the music of thousands
of songsters whose vices bid fair to be hushed for-
ever until Mr. Way and his friends came to
their defense — a defense which will insure to pos-
terity a delight that would forever have been lost
had not the Audubon Society promptly and vigor
ously stepped into the breach.
All honor to the Audubon Society and its mag-
nificent work I
ANGLERS' NATIONAL CONVENTION
THE preservation of the game fishes of America,
in rivers, lakes and the sea. and their increase
by proper methods of protection and planting
is a matter in which the anglers of the United States
and Canada have a warm and common interest. They
desire not only to save such an important source
of wholesome and delicious food for the people from
being destroyed by carelessness, ignorance or greed.
but also to preserve the healthful and manly sport
of angling as a means of popular recreation. They
wish to promote a higher standard of sportsmanship
among the followers of rod and line; to encourage
the adoption of angling methods which will make
the wholesale slaughter of fish impossible and in-
crease the sport of taking a fair number in a fair
way; and to prevent the abuses which are making
so many of our streams and sea coasts barren, such
as the vicious use of nets and spears, the pollution
of running streams, inadequate game-laws, etc.
With these ends in view a con\ention of honest
anglers is to be held in New York City on the
eleventh day of November, 1907, at 8:15 p. m., at
the American Museum of Natural History, 77th Street
and Central Park West, in order that we may ex-
change views, obtain information and unite more
closely and effectively for the protection of the game
fishes and the improvement of the sport of angling.
The programme of addresses and papers to be
heard at the convention is not yet entirely in order,
but among the interesting items will be the follow-
ing:
"The True Sporting Spirit." Address by Dr.
Henry van Dyke, of Princeton College. X. T.
"The Grayling." Paper by Dr. David Starr Jor-
dan, President Stanford University, California.
"To the Tip-Top of the United States in search of
the Golden Trout." Paper with stereopticon views
by Dr. Barton Warren Evermann, Ichthyologist of
the United States Bureau of Fisheries.
"The Great Game Fishes of the Pacific Slope and
what has been done to protect them." Paper with
stereopticon views by Professor Charles Frederick
Holder, President Santa Catalina Island Tuna Club,
California.
"The Fish Cultural Work of the New York Fish,
Forest and Game Commission." Paper by Dr. Tarle-
ton H. Bean, of the New York Commission.
"Thaddeus Norris and Bob Roosevelt in Angling
Literature and their fish protective creeds." Paper
by Mr. Charles Hallock, founder of Forest and
Stream.
Other valuable contributions are expected, the
nature of which is as yet undetermined.
Interesting papers and addresses upon topics of
mutual importance arc expected from American and
Canadian anglers.
You are cordially invited to be a member of this
convention and to participate in its discussions and
in any action that may follow them.
Dr. Henry van Dyke, Princeton College.
Dr. David Starr Jordan, Stanford University,
California.
l>r. Barton W. Evermann, U. S. Fisheries Bureau.
Prof. Charles Frederick Holder, President Tuna
t lub.
Mr. Charles Hallock, Washington, D. C.
Dr. Tarlton H. Bean, New York City.
Mr. Arthur J. Eddy, Avalon, Cal.
Mr. Charles Stewart Davison, New York City.
Mr. E. L. Hedderly. Los Angeles, Cal.
Mr. Robert B,. Lawrence, New York City.
Mr. Lafayette P. Streeter, Pasadena. Cal.
Mr F. Gray Griswold, New York City.
Mr. John L. Cadwalader, New York City.
Mr. Walter A. Brackett, Boston, Mass.
Mr. Cyrus S. Detre. Philadelphia, Pa.
Mr. Seymour E. Locke, New York City.
Mr. Thomas S. Manning, Avalon, Cal.
Mr. E. R. Perkins, New York City.
Col. C. P. Morehous, Pasadena, Cal.
Mr. F. L. Harding, Philadelphia, Pa.
INTERNATIONAL FISHERY CONGRESS
THE Fourth International Fishery Congress will
convene in the City of Washington, United
States of America, in accordance with the
decision of the Third International Fishery Con-
gress held in Vienna in 1905. The meeting, which
will be under the auspices of the United States
Bureau of Fisheries and the American Fisheries
Society, will extend from the 22d to the 26th of
September, 1908.
All persons interested in the fisheries, fish culture,
fishery administration, or other matters within the
scope of the Congress are invited to attend the
meeting and participate in the proceedings. National,
state, and provincial governments, societies, asso-
ciations, clubs, and other bodies are requested to
nominate and to send delegates.
Persons who expect to attend the Congress or to
submit papers are asked to communicate with the
secretary-general as soon as practicable ; and the
secretaries of institutions and organizations inter-
ested in the work of the Congress are requested to
register their official designation and address so that
they may receive further announcements, programs,
invitations, etc.
Competitive Awards: In connection with the Con-
gress there have been arranged the following com-
petitive awards for the best or most important in-
vestigations, discoveries, inventions, etc., relative to
fisheries, aquiculture, ichthyology, fish pathology,
and related subjects during the years 1906, 1907 and
1908. The awards will be in the form of money, and
aggregate $2,200; and, although the individual
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amounts are not large, it is hoped that the conferring
of the awards by so representative a body as the
International Fishery Congress will induce many
persons to compete and will result in much benefit
to the fisheries and fish culture.
1. By the American Fishery Society: For a
paper embodying the most important original ob-
servations and investigations regarding the cause,
treatment, and prevention of a disease affecting
a species of fish under cultivation, $100 in gold.
2. By the American Museum of Natural History,
New York City : For an original paper describing
and illustrating by specimens the best method of
preparing fishes for museum and exhibition pur-
poses, $100 in gold.
3. By "Forest and Stream," New York City;
Mr. George Bird Grinnell, editor: For the best
paper giving description, history and methods of ad-
ministration of a water, or waters, stocked and pre-
served as a commercial enterprise, in which angling
is open to the public on payment of a fee, $50 in
gojd.
4. By the Museum of the Brooklyn Institute of
Arts and Sciences, Brooklyn, New York; Mr. F. A.
Lucas, curator-in-chief: For the best paper setting
forth a plan for an educational exhibit of fishes, the
species and specimens that should be shown, the
method of arrangement, and suggestions for making
such an exhibit instructive and attractive, $100 in
gold.
5. By the New York Aquarium (under the man-
agement of the New York Zoological society), New
York City; Mr. Charles H. Townsend, director: For
an exposition of the best methods of combating
fungus disease in fishes in captivity, $150 in gold.
6. By the New York Botanical Garden, New
York City; Dr. N. L. Britton, director: For the
best essay on any interrelation between marine
plants and animals, $100 in gold.
7. By the Smithsonian Institution, Washington,
D. C. : For the best essay or treatise on "Interna-
tional regulations of the fisheries -on the high seas,
their history, objects, and results." $200 in gold.
8. By The Fisheries Company, Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania; Mr. Joseph Wharton, president: For
the best essay treating of the effects of fishing on
the abundance and movements of surface-swimming
fishes which go in schools, particularly * the men-
haden and similar species, and the influence of such
fishing on the fishes which may prey on such species.
$250 in gold.
9. By the United States Bureau of Fisheries,
Washington, D. C. : For a report describing the
most useful new and original principle, method, or
apparatus to be employed in fish culture or in trans-
porting live fishes (competition not open to em-
ployees of the Bureau). $200 in gold.
10. By the Wolverine Fish Company, Detroit,
Michigan: For the best plan to promote the white-
fish production of the Great Lakes. $100 in gold.
11. By Mr. Hayes Bigelow, Battleboro, Vermont,
member of the American Fisheries Society: For
the best demonstration, Dased on original investi-
gations and experiments, of the commercial possi-
bilities of growing sponges from eggs or cuttings.
$100 in gold.
12. By Hon. George M. Bowers, United States
Commissioner of Fisheries, Washington, D. C:
For the best demonstration of the efficacy of arti-
ficial propagation as applied to marine fishes. $100
in gold.
13. By Dr. H. C. Bumpus, director of the Ameri-
can Museum of Natural History, New York City:
For an original and practical method of lobster cul-
ture. $100 in gold.
14. By Mr. John K. Cheyney, Tarpon Springs,
Florida, member of the American Fisheries Society:
For the best presentation treating of the methods of
the world's sponge fisheries, the influence of such
methods on the supply of sponges, and the most
effective means of conserving the sponge grounds.
$100 in gold.
15. By Prof. Theodore Gill, honorary associate
in zoology, Smithsonian Institution, Washington,
D. C. : For the best methods of observing the habits
and recording the life histories of fishes, with an
illustrative example. $100 in gold.
16. By Dr. F. M. Johnson, Boston, Massachusetts,
member of the American Fisheries Society: For the
best demonstration of the comparative value of
different kinds of foods for use in rearing young
salmonoids, taking into consideration cheapness,
availability, and potentiality. $150 in gold.
17. By the New York Academy of Sciences, New
York City; Dr. N. L. Britton, president: For the
contribution, not entered in competition for any
other award, which shall be judged to have the
greatest practical value to the fisheries or fish cul-
ture. $100 in gold.
18. By Messrs. Henry Holt & Company, pub-
lishers. New York City : For the best series of
photographs, with brief descriptions, illustrating the
capture of food or game fishes. $100 in gold.
Conditions governing competition: (1) Any per-
son, association, or company may compete for any
of the awards.
(2) Each competitor shall, before July 15, 1908,
notify the general secretary of the Congress as to
the particular award for which he competes ; and
he shall duly qualify himself as a member of the
Congress.
(3) Each paper or exhibit offered in competition
shall be in the custody of the secretary-general on
the day of opening of the Congress.
(4) Papers may be written in English, French,
German, or Italian.
(5) Each device, apparatus, process, or method
for which an award is asked shall be represented by
a sample, a model, or an illustrated description ; and
each shall be accompanied by a complete statement
of the points for which an award is asked.
(6) The Congress reserves the right to publish,
prior to their publication elsewhere, any papers or
photographs submitted in competition, whether or
not such papers or photographs receive awards ; pro-
vided, however, that in the event of the Congress
having failed to publish within six months after the
session, an author will be at liberty to publish when
and where he may elect.
Making of the awards : ( 1 ) The papers, appli-
ances, exhibits, etc., submitted in competition for
awards will be examined by an international board
to be designated by the president of the International
Fishery Congress.
(2) The board will determine the competitors
who are entitled to awards, and the decisions of the
board will be final.
(3) The board may call before it, in order to ob-
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Mm additional information v. ■
who may have entered the competition and al
persons.
<4> The hoard may, at its discretion, withhold
i lie award in any case if In its judgment I
ciently worthy competition is presented; and il may
divide an award if there arc two Competitions that it
i equal merit.
(5) The board will make its report to the Con-
gress not later than the day preceding final ad-
journment.
(6) The awards will be announced at a session
of the Congress, and each award will be accom-
panied by a special certificate or diploma suitably
inscribed and bearing the signatures of the officers
of the Congress.
Communications regarding the Congress should
be addressed to Secretary-General, International
Fishery Congress, Washington, I). C, U. S. A.
For the United States Bureau of I'.sheries: George
M. Bowers, United States Commissioner of Fisheries.
For the Committee of Organization of the Fourth
International Fishery Congress: Hcrmon C. Humpus,
Director of the American Museum of Natural His-
tory; President of the Congress.
For the American Fisheries Society : Hugh M.
Smith, President of the Society; Secretary-General
of the Congress.
m
NORTHWEST
DErMTMENT
m
Conducted by August Wolf
ROXZED like a pard by foreign suns,
and bringing with him six silver
trophies presented personally by
Wilhelm, Emperor of Germany, and
Alphonso, King of Spain, F. Lewis
Clark, first vice-president of the
Spokane & Inland Empire Railway
Company, and vice-commodore of
the Eastern Yacht Club, known to
three nations as the builder and
owner of the yacht Spokane, winner
of several international races and
America's most successful competitor in Germany
and Spain, has returned to his home in Spokane
to pass the winter. Mr. Clark spoke enthusiastically
of the treatment accorded the American sailors while
abroad, saying that the German and Spanish yachts-
men and the people in general outdid themselves in
hospitality and sportsmanship. The party, of which
he was a member, included Henry Howard, chair-
man of the American committee on the International
Yacht Racing board, and nine American sailors,
three being assigned to each crew of the three boats.
Speaking of the races Mr. Clark said:
"The Spokane was the only heavy weather racing
boat the Americans had. Unfortunately, at Ger-
many we were compelled to race in a terrific wind,
and so we had only one chance in three against
the Germans, who had built their boats in a fashion
cleverly adapted to the winds and waters of the
course at Kiel.
"For the benefit of those who do not understand
the nature of the international races, I may say
that they are for what the Germans call sonderklasse
boats only. The sonderklasse yacht is a very small
boat, patterned after the favorite yacht of the Ger-
man Emperor. Sonderklasse means special.
"The conditions under which the yachts entered
the international races, which were for the Kaiser's
cup this year, were: The length, breadth and draft
of the boat not exceeding 35 feet. By that is
meant you may make your boat 25 feet long and
four feet wide. That only leaves you six feet for
draft. You may alter this as you choose, but the
total of the length, breadth and draft must not
exceed 35 feet. For instance, the Doriga, the
Spanish yacht, which in a light wind is, I believe,
the fastest thing I have ever seen, is excessively
long and narrow-.
"The boats must weigh about 3500 pounds and
not carry 550 feet of sail. The planking every-
where must attain a certain thickness. Thus it will
be seen that the sonderklasse is a sort of a
one-design boat. Taking a fleet of them together,
it is very difficult to tell one from the other. Being
equal in size, there is no handicap time allowance,
as is usually the case with the larger boats.
"The international races with the Germans were
started several years ago. largely through the efforts
of Henry Howard, chairman of the yachting com-
mittee of the Eastern Yacht Club, who corresponded
and consulted at great length with the Germans.
Prince Henry, brother of the Kaiser, was interested
and was also largely instrumental in getting the
first race.
"The Americans won easily in the races off Marble-
head, our boats being entirely too strong for the
Germans in those waters. However, I believe we
could have beaten the boats they sent over last
year in any waters. The Germans went back home
to rebuild their fleet. We loaned them our designs
for all the little details, even to the sails. They were
quick to learn and cleverly adapted our designs
to meet their own wind and water conditions. I guess
we were a little too good to them, for they
certainly gave us a decisive beating at Kiel this year.
"At Kiel we were compelled to race in half a
gale all the time. The bpokane was the only
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heavy-weather boat of our three, and while it could
take care of one German boat all right and race
on even terms witu any of them, the other two
American boats could not hold their own with their
German opponents, and one of these generally man-
aged to find a wind advantage and finish ahead
of the Spokane.
"I am not certain we could have beaten the
Germans under different conditions, but I believe
if the Americans had two more boats like the
Spokane we could have done so.
"In Spain the conditions in weather and water
were almost diametrically opposed to those at Kiel,
and here, again, the Spaniards had cleverly built their
boats just for this sort of sailing. There were
17 entries in the international race at Balboa.
The first day the wind gave out, and the next
it blew' so hard that they would not allow our
boats to go out on the sea, although we were eager
to do so. I believe if the race had been run
that day the Americans would have won.
"That day they held two races inside the break-
water, in a square of about three miles, for a
special cup offered by the Queen of Spain, both
«.f which races the Spokane won. On the third
day, in a light wind, we came in second. When
the wind blew with any great force the American
boats easily outraced the Spaniards.
"At San Sebastian the course runs into the fojt
of some steep mountains, and the wind rises from
tne sea about three or four miles out. The first
day there was a little strength to the wind and the
Spokane won, but on the next three days the wind
was again light and the Doriga, the Spanish yacht,
was easily first.
"In summarizing, it might be said that it would
be quite an impossibility to build a boat that would
win at i\iarblehead, then at Kiel and then at San
Sebastian. The weather and water conditions are
radically different in each place. The Germans will
probably come to America for a return race in
1909."
"Unless more stringent laws are passed for their
protection, it is a matter of only a few years when
antelope will be extinct in the United States; in
fact, they are in greater danger of becoming extinct
than the buffalo."
Dr. Theodore S. Palmer, head of the division of
game protection, United States biological survey,
department of agriculture, made the foregoing state-
ment on his tour of the Pacific Northwest in the
interest of game birds and animals, adding:
"In the state of Washington the hunter is allowed
to kill only one antelope during the season, but
even this is too much. The antelope is not a prolific
animal. Furthermore, it does not live except in
the arid or semi-arid regions or on certain plains.
It does not thrive in confinement, and it is not
easy to breed, as is the buffalo or bison. The con-
sequence is that antelope even under the most
favorable conditions do not become very numerous,
and are rapidly dying out.
"In a trip through Montana and Wyoming I
found a sentiment, that I believe is strong enough
to make fairly certain the passage of a law by these
states, to protect the antelope absolutely for a num-
ber of years. Washington will, I believe, co-operate
to save the antelope in the eastern part of the
state. To absolutely prohibit killing antelope for at
least five years would be a great thing.
"Another thing in which the division of game
protection is especially interested is to get a correct
enumeration of the game animals and birds killed
each year in the United States. Until we can do
this, we can not tell whether the rate of killing
is greater than the rate of increase, information
on which laws for game preservation should be
based. This enumeration can be secured if the
states would make a change in the license laws, re-
quiring each license holder to report to the state
or county game wardens the amount of game killed.
The law can be enforced by refusing to renew the
license of those who do not report their kills.
I hope that the next session of Congress will
pass a bill for a game preserve in the Olympic
mountains. I desire to get some definite informa-
tion on the number of elk in the Olympics and
the mortality rate. The elk should be preserved.
We should have preserves for the antelope, too,
in the regions where they are found."
Dr. Palmer pointed out that the division of game
protection aims to co-operate with state and county
game authorities, natural history and Audubon
societies and individuals interested in the preserva-
tion of animals and birds.
John Crawford, state superintendent of fish hatch-
eries in Washington, tore out a fishtrap built by
Indians across the Methow river at Pateros, Okano-
gan county, northwest of Spokane, a few days ago,
while thirty armed bucks stood on the shore and
threatened him with all kinds of vengeance. Their
threats did not deter Crawford in the least, for
he went ahead with his work and, to make sure
that tiie same material was not used again, he
waited till the debris of the trap was floated down
the middle of the river and smashed on the rocks
below.
The action was taken as a result of the refusal
of the Indians to remove the trap. They built it
there to avoid working, as they sold the salmon
and bought liquor with the proceeds. While John
McA. Webster, captain, U. S. A., and Indian agent
at Colville, Wash., wrote to State Fish Commissioner
Richland that he would have the Indians tear out
the traps, it is said that he sent a letter to the
Colville Indians telling them they had a right to
protect their traps, with guns if necessary.
The Indians built a trap from shore to shore,
making it impossible for salmon to get to the state
hatchery, thirty-four miles above. This was objected
to by the state, and while the officials admit the
Indians have a right to fish half the stream, as
the reservation touches the west bank of the river,
it is declared they have no right to block it from
shore to shore. Crawford tore out half of the
dam and left the other portion standing. He says
he does not think they will rebuild it.
Car No. 3, bureau of fisheries of the department
of commerce and labor, in charge of Capt. T. C.
Pierce, was in Spokane recently. Others attached
WESTEM FIELD
to the cat being W. H. Britton, S. E. Cranston,
P, ,\. Laumen and II. B. Shorter. The »wk con-
sists .'i distribution of bah among the lakes through-
out this part of the country. The party came
i mm the fishery at Bozeman and will return
to that city before starting on another trip. Thou-
sands of tish were sent to the surrounding lab
Spokane Saturday. The tank* contain iM.uk spotted
trout, brook trout, rainbow trout and black bass.
Bach tank contains from 1500 to 3000 fish. Thirty-
five thousand small-mouthed bass and 10.000 bream
(vainly of sun fish), have been deposit,-. I in Silver
Lake, fourteen miles west of Spokane. The stock-
ing of this body of water was accomplished by the
efforts of Spokane sportsmen, prominent among whom
are T. B, and Al Ware. It is given out that
Clear Lake is to be stocked this fall with bass.
A deer hunt in which a mayor, an attorney-
general and several timid bystanders figured, fur-
nished entertainment at Wenatchee, Wash., west
of Spokane, a few days ago. Attorney-General
Atkinson of the state of Washington and Mayor
Scheble of Wenatchee were the two chief players
in the comedy, and the deer were two of the tame
variety owned by the mayor. Several small boys
let the animals out of an enclosure and they ran
into the fields. The mayor started after them and
Atkinson hurled words of encouragement and advice
from the Scheble piazza.
"Lassoo the critter," shouted Atkinson. "I'm
afraid the brute will throw the hooks into me,"
replied Scheble. "Put some salt on his tail," ad-
vised a small boy. "Give him a big, red apple,"
said another urchin. Scheble chased the deer around
until he was hot ana tired, and finally captured the
two denizens of the forest and placed them in the
stable.
and are engaged in the slaughtei • >( < Ik
without regard to the closed season or the limita-
the law which provides that nol more
elk shall be taken during the year. Reports
of the wanton slaughter were made by timber men
win, have been cruising in the upper country and
have purchased a large number of elk teeth from
the Indians. The Idaho law establishes the open
season for elk from September 15th to January
Nt. hut it was reported that the Indians killed
more than their quota out of
Russell Picrpont, a forest ranger, recently killed
a fine specimen of big-horn (mountain sheep) in
the Cascade range, just south of the British Colum-
bia line and northwest of Spokane. He sent the
head to Chelan, Wash., and received $50 for it.
It was frequently declared there are no mountain
sheep in the Cascades south of the line, but Mr.
Pierpont's trophy proved the contrary of the theory.
They roam down into the rugged peaks around the
head of Lake Chelan.
The Kettle Falls Rod and Gun Club of Kettle
Falls. Wash., elected these officers at the close of
a big hunt, under Captains J. C. Wilson and O. W.
Noble, won by the former: President, J. C. Wilson;
vice-president, D. M. Richards; secretary, E. H.
Vaughan; treasurer. Archie R. Squires. J. A. Taylor
of Dunkirk, X. V.. who is passing several weeks
in the district, north of Spokane, was unanimously
elected an honorary member of the club.
Frank Palmer. George F. Brill, Jr., Bert Palmer,
J. N. Braden and Calvin Proctor of Spokane and
George Weintte of Valparaiso, Neb., have gone into
the Metaline country, where they will hunt bear
in the foothills of the Cabinet mountains.
Complaints have been filed with Deputy Game
Warden Harbaugh against Indians who are now
camped in the Orogrande and Washington creek sec-
tions of the upper Clearwater country, south of
W. I. Gordon, X. Ryan, E. C. MacDonald and
D. D. McPhee of Spokane, recently passed three
days near Jennings, Mont., where they secured
three black bears and forty chickens. The largest
bear weighed 250 pounds.
SEASON'S YACHT RACING OF SOUTH COAST YACHT CLUB
By Herbert E. Carse
HE program of the South Coast Yacht
Club for the season just finished
included thirteen races. Four classes
were represented. The 20-foot, 25-
foot, 30-foot, and 35-foot classes,
with the strongest interest centering
in the rivalry of the 30-footers.
The two imported scows, "Detroit"
and "Yankee," made up the 35-foot
class. Detroit was brought to this
coast by a San Diego syndicate to
defend the Lipton cup. She was
brought to San Pedro by the South Coast member,
Byron Erkenbrecker, but did nothing her first
season. Ex- Commodore Dodge handles her tiller.
When Messrs. Spruance and Bronson shipped
Yankee in from the East, it was expected that
Detroit might be beaten. When she first came to
San Diego she had 1000 pounds of lead lying in-
side on her double diagonal planking. This season
her centerboard including well, weighing 3200
pounds, was removed and a fin put on weighted with
1550 pounds of ballast. She did not balance and
her old rudder was removed and a skeg rudder
put in. A new suit of sails was made and she
appeared to do well. Inside bulkheads were
placed an
in day tr
trailed in
the time
i she was fitted up for general comfort
ps and cruises to Catalina. Yankee split,
the water, and lost her balloon jib about
of her first trial race and did not get
another. She she
owners seemed ur
Jack Densham, o
in San Francisco
sailed light, then
inside ballast and
She is fast before the
wonderfully high and sail
red up in bad condition. Her
billing to put her in condition.
2 of the crew of the Valkyrie
is her skipper. Yankee was
weighted down with a lot of
still something was the matter.
id, at times she points
ell, but has been terribly
beaten by Detroit whenever they
gether, except in the race off Venice when Detroit
broke her throat halyards and went a long way out
of her course while getting in shape again. Dodge
does not consider the Detroit equal to her best
speed with her centerboard. Yankee is a disap-
pointment. She came to us with a reputation for
speed, but so far has not been able to hold her
own boat with those of the next class below her.
Detroit is 47 feet 5*4 inches O. A. and 28 feet
8 inches on the waterline; Yankee, 44 feet 7H
inches O. A. and 30 feet 10J^ inches on the water-
line. Detroit carries 15 IS feet of sail against
Yankee's 1627. By this it is plain that the latter
WESTERN FIELD
boat suffers on measurement and time allowance.
As a matter of fact Yankee went over 35 feet
racing length, but was made scratch on her length
with Detroit.
In the 30-foot class the yawls Minerva, racing
length 28.6, and Arrow, 29.7, were entered on
cruising races but had no chance with the sloops.
Clement Hebeler, the young English globe-trotter,
owned the Minerva. The cleanliness and ship-shape
condition of this craft is proverbial. To touch her
snow white planking was the signal for an ex-
plosion from the owner. One of the most amusing
occurrences of the season happened when she was
on the ways being overhauled and about ready for
launching. Joe Fellows drove two big nails into
a piece of plank and hung this block by two
white threads from the rail. When Hebeler appeared
there was the block deliberately nailed to his spot-
less planking about a foot above the water line
with the two 40d nails. The explosion is his-
toric and for once the genial and obliging Hebeler
removed his pipe from his mouth to enable him to
do the offence justice. The Minerva is now the
property of Rufus Spalding, who recently purchased
her. Francis Hay owns the Arrow, which has
auxiliary power. He and his friends are daily
cruising about, most of the time in bathing suits
or gymnasium shirts and the continual exposure
has a championship tan.
Columbine of the racing 30-footers has carried
away more cups than any other boat in the fleet
in this season's races. She is owned and sailed
by A. J. Mitchell. Her principal rivals were the
Monsoon, owned and sailed by Jos. Pugh, lately
sold to Commodore Phillips of San Francisco, and
Mischief IT, owned by Messrs. Folsom and Birk.
Mischief I came out a few times in this class and
carried away first prize in Santa Barbara in one
race, being sailed there by Fritz Whitney of the
Columbine crew. Columbine won her first race but
showed tack of Btability with the 1 000 pounds on
her keel. She was hauled out and about 400
pounds mimic lead was Bel into her fin in squarea,
After this she stood up better. Her foreatay c es
to her stem head, the floor is flat with rabbet
curving down low, short water line and good beam
with a low freeboard about describes her. She
does well on the wind and is especially fast going
before it. In her second race she beat Monsoon.
Mischief '• broke down. In her third race Mis*
chief gave her a terrible beating. The wind was
a good stiff one and Columbine carried a reef.
Her deck was made of cedar strips and the crew
laid their defeat to the leaking of the deck keep-
ing her full of writer. Her deck was covered with
canvas before the next race. Later Mischief took
the extra lead out of her fin, which was followed
by a race at Venice in a rough sea. She sailed
off to leeward hopelessly beaten by Columbine
and went back to San Pedro refusing to enter
the race next day. This lead was immediately
replaced and the boat came back to good work again.
Walter Folsom handles Mischief II. Folsom
sailed the Valkyrie in the cup race on San Fran-
cisco bay. Monsoon is a Gardner design, which
Pugh ordered direct. The building of this boat,
and its likely chance of beating Mischief I, then
the champion, caused Fellows and Folsom to pro-
duce Mischief II, which has proved faster than
Monsoon without doubt in the two seasons they
have been out. Mischief II and Monsoon both
beat Aeolus, the San Diego built defender in the
Lipton race. Mischief II was champion of this
class until Columbirte appeared. It is to the
credit of Monsoon that she won all the ocean
races against all of her class, particularly the first
race around Catalina when a blow was encountered
in the night. She is better than the other boats
in extremely rough water, has more ballast and
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easier form for dropping in a heavy sea. Her
specifications are far better than those of any other
small boat ever put out in this vicinity. She went
ashore at Venice at S o'clock one night and laid
on the beach that night and all through the next
day through a heavy surf till 4 o'clock in the
afternoon when a tug pulled her off. She did not
leak a drop, and sailed next day in a race. Few
boats would have stood such treatment without
going to pieces and the way Monsoon stood it
was a great tribute to strong design and honest
construction. The fin wallowed a hole in the
rather soft beach and this immediate space of slushy
sand and water undoubtedly cased her. The South
Coast yachtsmen are very sorry to see the Mon-
soon leave the fleet.
Skidoo was built by Chas. Wedgwood on West
Jfirst street in Los Angeles and hauled to San
Pedro. This is the fourth boat that has been
brought out by this yachting enthusiast in this
way; Marie, another of the 30-footers, and Helene —
now used as a cruiser only, came after Defender
Jr., long since in the boneyard. Skidoo had her
bottom changed early in the season, her new sails
were slow in arriving, and there was and still
is trouble with her gaff, but in the arbitary handi-
cap, October 13th, she took first prize. The fol-
lowing are the measurements of the four leaders
in the 30-foot class;
Columbine O. A. 46 ft. 7 in. W.L. 23ft.ll in. S. A. 1169
Mischief II " 42 " 10 " " 24" 7SA " " 1194
I '• 37 " 2H " '" 25 " V/, " " 1Q73
i. 43 .. 6^ .. .. 24 .. 9J6.. .. ing
Marie, another of the 30-footers, has raced but
little this season. Wedgwood sold her to three
new club members and they content themselves
with cruising.
In the 25-foot class, Venus, owned and sailed
by Knolly Bradley, has really nothing to compete
with her. Valkyrie, Merlin, the old time Osborn,
and Muriel are in her class, but no one expects
any of them to come near her. Merlin was built
from a design borrowed from Crowninshield, and
Valkyrie is the Merlin model worked over by Joe
Fellows. Valkyrie is better than Merlin by a long
margin. Jerry Squires and his brother own these
two boats. Osborn formerly had for her skipper
ex-Commodore Dodge, now on the Detroit, and Jack
Densham, now skipper of Yankee. Herbert Ash-
bridge owns her at present, and handles her well.
Muriel belongs to Victor Stewart, present Com-
modore of the South Coast Club ; she is more of
a cruiser than anything else and not especially fast.
In the small class of 20-footers Myth, owned
and sailed by Richardson, is champion. This is
a little ship, as she can go anywhere any of the
fleet can go. Portola is a smaller, lighter boat
which does very well in moderate weather. Mr. Mellen
and his wife handle this latter boat in cruising and
racing. Hilda is an imported boat brought from
Holland by John Bradbury. She is sharp at both
ends and a deep fin. When she came she had iron
floor frames, was planked with teak and carried
a flying jib. She sails very well and is owned
by Conrad Smith, who gets as much pleasure for
his friends and himself out of this small boat as
may be expected of an owner in his floating palace.
Next year the Universal racing rule goes into
effect, which means new handicaps, and the measure-
ments may be instrumental in shifting the honors.
HAWAII TO HAVE YACHT DESIGNED BY CROWNINSHIELD IN RACE
ACROSS PACIFIC OCEAN FROM CALIFORNIA TO
THE DIAMOND HEAD
Bv Harry H. Dunn
YACHTSMEN all over the United States will
be interested in the remrakable entry which
Hawaii will make in the coming trans-Pacific
race which will begin in California and end at
Diamond Head in the far off isles of the southern
seas.
And Honolulu yachtsmen, who propose to enter
the new candidates are determined that California,
Colorado, British Columbia and whatever other
states make entries, shall have to work for every
trophy they win.
With the result of last year's contest, sailed from
San Pedro owing to the fire in San Francisco,
the Hawaiians realized that the Hawaii Yacht
Club was not properly represented by the little
"La Paloma," which was practically out of the
race from the start. This time they have determined
to put more money into their representative and
have obtained a design from B. B. Crowninshield
of Boston. F. N. Tandy, who represents the
Honolulu syndicate, is now in Boston, superintending
the deails of construction.
It seems to be the intention of the coming owners
of the boat to take a large time allowance with
a fast craft of only moderate dimensions. This
plan will give them a yacht which will be at once
seaworthy and salable, no matter what the out-
come of the race may be. The water line length
of the new boat will be 52 feet, thus providing
a schooner which a small crew can handle easily.
The total length of the boat will be only 68 feet
and all of this length will be boat, while the over-
hang is the same at both ends — eight feet.
A return to the modelling of some of the old
time yachts such as the "Genesta," "Galatea" and
"America," is suggested by the shape of the new
keel. The draught is about ten feet, extending
from the curve at the heel of the rudder almost
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tally straight till it turns ;it a sharp sngli
to inn in one straighl line to the bobstay. The
flat hut!. .in i>f the keel is twenty two feet, but,
counting the curve, is t w enty-three feet long on
its lowei edge. This will give the boat a trc-
mendous grip on the water for windward work.
A lateral sketch of the design of the boat the
ll.tw.uiuns are to have resembles to a great extent
the keel of the "Livonia," which raced for the
cup in 1871, more than it does that of any other
..f the great yachts which have sailed in American
v\ .iti i ■;.
The distance from deck to main truck is sixty-
eight feet, and to the fore truck sixty feet, while
to starboard. On the port side arc lockers, charts
and toilet,
The main cabin has a sideboard, together with
four berths and seats, and extends the full width
of the ship. In the galley there is a stove, sink
and ice chest as well as every other convenience
for the cook. The forward descent is through a
covered hatch, just aft of the foremast, a great
convenience when heavy seas are washing over the
front part of the boat.
Frank Garbutt'a new schooner, the "Slridbaldnir,"
recently launched, is supposed to measure eighty-
two feet on the water line. If so, she will have
to give the Honolulu racer fifteen hours in the total
v"\ ~±' ■
'Lurline"— H. H. Sinclaii
ner of Last Year's Trans-
Owner
'acinc Ra
the squaresail yard for fair weather is thirty-six
feet. These figures will give some idea of the
boat's sail area. The main sail luff is 33 feet; main
boom, 37; main topmast to upper sheave, 27, and
the fore boom, 17. A good side will be shown
out of water, about six feet at the bows, while
the lowest freeboard will be three feet, six inches.
The extreme beam of the projected boat is
seventeen feet. This allows eight berths aft of
the galley and four bunks forward. The com-
panionway descends near the main mast with an
easy curve into a vestibule, from which opens a
large stateroom aft, with another one of like size
run of approximately 2500 miles. This is figured
out on the allowance of one half hour for every
foot of water-line length.
The "Lurline," winner of last year's race, will
take about five hour's allowance from Garbutt's
boat. Frank Dorr's ketch, the "Yankee Girl," is
about the same size as the boat the Hawaiians are
having built and will be put in shape for the race.
The "Lurline" may enter again, and it is certain
that Charles L. Putt's "Anemone," 92 feet on the
water-line, and which won second prize last summer,
will be in the contest this time. In all, about
ten yachts are being prominently mentioned as
entries for the race.
FOR A GOOD PURPOSE
NUMBER of fanciers of the
English setter and the pointer
have formed a setter and
pointer club for the improve-
ment of the breeds and seeing
that they get better treatment
at the shows than have been
accorded them for a number
of years past. The time was
when the setters and pointers
formed nearly and some times more than half
of the entire entry to our shows, but the
selecting of toy-dog judges, terrier judges and
the like to pass upon a breed of which they
had no knowledge drove the fanciers of
these breeds out of the ring. For several
years past, in asking setter or pointer owners
who really knew what these breeds were, if
they were going to show their dogs the com-
mon answer would be "Not much ! My dog
is too good to be shown under judges that
don't know anything about the breed."
These men are willing to show their dogs
if they know that the judge understands what
a real setter or pointer is or should look
like, but they are certainly right in refusing
to put up their money for the support of a
show that cares so little about their interests
as to compel them to show under a terrier
judge and submit to his decisions.
I am informed that the plan of the new
club is to show in strength with the next
Oakland show if satisfactory arrangements
can be made as to judges and other matters,
but if not they may decide to hold a show
themselves composed of all the breeds of
bird dogs.
There is a wide field for the energy of
the young club, if properly directed. There
is no reason why the best field dog should
not be the best show dog, and I don't mean
by this to lower the standard of that most
beautiful and symmetrical animal by elevating
the nondescript racing machines of the
present field trial fad to positions of winners
on the bench. Let those who admire these
apple-headed, long-legged and short-bodied
dogs breed them and run them in the trials ;
let them show them, too, on the bench if
they wish, but do not insult the beautifully
formed and handsome coated English setters
by calling such nondescripts by their name.
I believe it is the intention of the new
club to make a strong effort to re-establish
the true type of the English setter. There are
on the Coast a number of dogs and bitches
which, if properly selected in mating, have
sufficient of the best features of the true
type to give a good foundation for this re-
habilitization. Not all, or even many of these
may be bred on what is termed fashionable
blood lines from the field trial standpoint,
but the true, undeteriorated setter blood is
there, with all the hunting instinct of the
race. Eet these be nicked so as to produce
the right type and form, and we will have
dogs with plenty of speed and more endurance
than a whole corral full of the present weedy
degenerates. Breeding and interbreeding to
the "fashionable" sires has not developed
better bird dogs in the last twenty years, but
it has developed more legs, more nervousness,
more excitability with less brains, less bird-
sense, less staunchness, less nose, less stamina,
less endurance and less beauty. The net result,
then, is on the wrong side of the ledger and
the sooner the account can be balanced by
getting back the better qualities of the bird
dog that have been lost, the better it will
be for the future of the breed. It will take
years of patient effort and careful study to
accomplish this and again place the breed in
the peerless place it once occupied, but it can
be done if the right selections are made
through an unselfish study of true type and
form.
WESTERN FIELD
Brooklyn Patsy
A RARE GOOD ONE
BROOKLYN PATSY, that grand little crack bull
terrier owned by Mrs. Horton F. Phipps of
the Fairmont Hotel, San Francisco, has added
fresh laurels to the already long string of victories
achieved during his short but sensational career on
the bench, and has again demonstrated his high class
and quality by winning the Special Trophy for the
best dog, any breed, at the recent meeting of the
Stockton Kennel Club. As a stylish shower he has
received compliments and commendations from
handlers and authorities in dogdom wherever he
has been shown. To see this great terrier pose in
the ring is a real treat. His mistress — who always
shows him in the ring herself — does not have to hold
him with a leash as he stands like a marble statue
and virtually shows himself. Standing in the ring
with his little slant black eyes half closed and licking
his pink chops, he makes a picture which always
creates great enthusiasm among the spectators
gathered around the judging ring. At the Stockton
Show, under Judge George W. Clayton of Chicago,
he repeated the success which gave him the coveted
red, white and blue rosette at the San Francisco
Show under Judge George Raper of England, beating
the same dogs. Brooklyn Patsy is two years old,
a pure white bull terrier with all the dash, fire and
substance which go to make up a thoroughbred of
this type. He weighs forty-five pounds.
His winnings are as follows : At Oakland, 1907,
Judge, James Mortimer of Hemstead, N. Y. — First
in Novice Class; first in Limit Class; winner of
the Jennie A. Crocker Cup for best Novice Bull
Terrier in the show. Special — Winner of the Chas.
K. Harley Cup, for best dog or bitch, smooth terrier
variety class. This cup carries an exceptionally
high honor with it, as the list of smooth-coated ter-
riers at the Oakland Show were a very classy lot,
among them being the Hampshire Kennels, Fox
Terriers (Champion Wandee Knight) and Miss Jennie
A. Crocker's Boston Terrier Champion Endcliffe
Tortora.
At San Francisco, 1907, Judge, George Raper of
Gomersal, England — First Limit ; first Open ; first
Winners. Special for best Eastern bred bull ter-
rier in the show. W. W. Richard's cup for best
bull terrier dog in the show.
At Stockton, Cal., Judge, George W. Clayton of
Chicago — First Limit; first Open; first Winners;
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special for Lest dog in the show; the McKay and
Leonard Cup for best terrier, either sex, in show ;
A. M. Barnett Cup for best dog owned and ex-
hibited in the ring by a lady; L. M. Keagle for best
bull terrier; E. M. Wolfe Cup for best bull terrier
bred outside of California.
HE'S GOT THEM AT LAST
JUDGE POST of Sacramento is, I believe, the only
charter member left in the Pacific Coast Field
Trial Club, and has at various times owned and
bred some of the best dogs ever seen at our trials.
Of late years the Judge's ideas on dogs have under-
gone a considerable change and he has not started
anything in the trials for the good and sufficient
reason that he has not been able to get hold of that
combination of blood that would produce just the
kind of dog to meet the formula which his new ideas
of form, character and disposition had evolved. The
Judge is not only a great lover of music, but he is
also blessed with a talent in this line of no mean
degree, as is well known to the older members of the
club, whose slumbers have often been broken, in the
Judge's younger days, by the sweet notes of his voice
reverberating through the halls and corridors of the
"Southern." What is more natural than that in
evolving a new setter his aesthetic fancy should desire
that a musical qualification should be a part of the
higher merits of the new evolution, and stand well
up in the score of points on the card. In addition to
being born exceedingly handsome, nature has further
endowed the Judge with his full share of luck, and
therefore in his search for the blood lines that he
wanted in order to produce his new ideal, his luck
has played an important part; the very first litter
of the new combination has filled the heart of the
genial Judge with unbounded delight. In proof of
this I submit as "exhibits A and B" two letters
from a gentleman in the country who had for a
time been taking care of a couple of the Judge's new
ideals :
Dear Judge: — Before you start to read this you
will know just about the contents, for you are already
informed that I have never succeeded in winning the
puppies' confidence sufficiently to get them to allow
any suggestions from me to influence their move-
ments. They have loped over these hills with a
light heart each, scattering live stock and dismay
and doing it with absolute impartiality as to whether
it was me or one of the neighbors that provided the
wherewithal for their entertainment. They are well
if not favorably known at all points within five miles
of the ranch here. Don, being the more ambitious,
always took the lead and hunts with such speed that
Gleam usually lost sight of hira before they had
gone a quarter of a mile; but Gleam also does some
things promptly, and soon as it permeated his being
that he was alone he would squat on his southern
exposure and pointing his nose skyward wail long
and loud, and do it again and again until Don would
return for him. As a hunter I rate Don A one, and
for a wailer Gleam is my one best bet. In spite of
the frequency with which Gleam wails, stock in his
immediate vicinity when he is wailing seem to scare
just as badly now as they did at the first vocal out-
pouring of his grief-stricken heart.
When it has been a quiet day and Gleam has not
been lost as many times as he feels is his due, he re-
lieves his pent-up feelings by locating near the house
and in a slow, painstaking way running the scale
of his mournful tones. He is conscientious; and if
in the night the thought occurs to him that his day-
light practice was not sufficiently done he promptly
gets under way again. Since Mrs. Duke went to
the city for the opera season the puppies' playfulness
through the flower beds has not been so severely
commented on.
Dear Judge: — Your cheerful missive came today.
Feel sort of sneaking on sending those puppies back
for your defenseless family to have to put up with,
but my neighbors are developing signs of doing
something really rash to those puppies, so it is
speed them away or miss their bright faces forever.
FIELD TRIAL NOTES
IN THE British Columbia trials the canny Scotch-
man, W. B. Coutts, got away with about the
whole cheese in the derby. Winning first with
S. Christensen's English setter St. Ives, second with
T. E. Terry's Ell's Linda, and E. Courtney Ford's
Tiburon, dividing. J. E. Lucas won third with John
W. Considine's Policy Boy. In the all-age, Charley
Coutts, a chip off the old block, won first with
H. H. Abbott's Abbott's Jock, second with G. W.
Hutching's Tony Spot and half of third with
B. & B. Kennel's Queenie (all setters but Queenie).
Then Charley put a fitting finale to the meeting by
winning the championship stake with Abbott's
Jock.
In the Pacific Northwest trials W. B. Coutts and
the California dogs got the lion's share in derby,
E. Courtney Ford's Tiburon winning first, and S.
Christensen's St. Ives third. Silver Lining, owned
by Frank Atkins, handled by Hanson, taking sec-
ond. In the all-age, Lucas of the California
handlers was the only one in the money with a
California-bred dog owned by John Considine of
Seattle, "winning first with McCloud Boy. D. G.
Macdonnell owned and handled Sport's Rip Rap
and Glee Boy, winners respectively of second and
third.
The California dogs in both the British Columbia
and Pacific-Northwest trials showed to good ad-
vantage, even though in the latter trials some of
the dogs drank some water that played havoc with
them and did much to lessen their show of high
quality.
Now that T. J. A. Tiedemann, the Secretary of the
Pacific Coast Field Trials Club, has returned from
his extended trip to Europe, we may expect to see
something doing in the way of preparations for the
twenty-fifth trials of the club. Tiedemann is a
hustler when he gets a-going, and he is pretty sure
to get a full head of steam on after his long vaca-
tion. The quarter century trials of the club should
be marked with an extra degree of vigor and interest.
From the reports coming from the young dogs that
have been campaigning through the trials up north,
we may expect to see clinkers put down when the
word is given at Bakersfield. Add to these the
dogs in the hand of the other handlers who did
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SAN MATEO CLUB ELECTION
THE following officers have been elected fur the
tiing year by the San Mateo Kennel Club:
W \\ Stettheimer, president; Chas. K. Harley,
first vice-president; Francis Carolan, second vice-presi-
denl ; Irving C ^cki rm in ecretary-tn ssurer, and
Miss leniii, A. Crocker and O. A. Hayes. Jr., di-
rectors.
The success of the last show given by the club
insures its future favor by the show-going public.
CALLED TO ACCOUNT
AFTER a good deal of talk and a strong effort
to secure some kind .»f peaceful settlement by
which the fanciers of America might have some
voice in the government of their affairs, the so-called
"American Kennel Club, Incorporated" has been
brought before the bar of justice, a receiver ap-
pointed to take possession of the $20,000 now in the
possession of the incorporators, and contributed by
the fancy, the Stud Books and all other property
illegally Held by the half dozen star-chamber in-
corporators. They have also been enjoined from
using a dollar of this money in their defense or for
any other purpose, and from performing any official
acts relating to the duties or functions of the old
A. K. C.
The complaint upon which his action was based
is a long one, containing twenty counts, among
which are: Secretly and illegally incorporating;
publishing false statements regarding the provisions
of the constitution adopted for the government of
the alleged incorporation; obtaining the property of
the regularly organized A. K. C. by deception and
fraud ; electing themselves to office and directors
under constitutional provisions which would per-
petuate their power for whatever time they saw fit
to maintain it, giving to the eight incorporators
the sole power of making whatever rules they saw
fit, and disqualifying any dog or any person without
the possibility of appeal to the elected delegates of
the several clubs that were to be taxed for their
support. The outcome is awaited with interest.
SOUTHERN DOG SHOWS
THE spring circuit of dog shows is already being
mapped out. Pasadena is to be the starting
point as far as heard from, holding a show on
February 14th and 15th. Los Angeles is to follow
this on the 19th to 22d of the same month with the
promise of a big entry, and as it will be held in the
height of the tourist season an assured large attend-
ance. The club promises an extra fine and numerous
array of specials for the occasion as well as the
large list of trophies always offered by interested
friends.
The question of judges has not yet been settled,
but in all probability they will be from the East.
The bench show committee is a strong one and con-
sists of the following well known gentlemen : Jaro
\ on Schmidt, Kingsley Stevens, Kenneth Preuss, Dr.
I W, Young, C. T. Torrey, Richard Halsted, \V. K.
Peasley, Ernest K<- ■,!>-, R. T. Cochran, Huron
koclc, Paul Piepers, 1'. N. Nissen, with G. F. Hers
as chairman. Mr. J. II. Pearman has been selected
' superintendent and secretary of the show.
SETTER AND POINTER CLUB
SEVERAL of the owners and fanciers of those
most useful of all dogs, the setters and pointers,
living in and near to San Francisco, recently
organized the Pacific Coast Setter and Pointer Club.
The officers elected are as follows: R. H. Grover,
president; George W. Ellery and Fred W. Butler,
vice-presidents; Victor Kuehn, treasurer, L. W.
Spriggs, secretary, and T. J. Blight, Wm. McKay
and H. B. Knox, bench show committee. The young
club starts out with a good membership and a
strong resolution to push these breeds to the front
in our bench shows, by breeding the proper type
and then having it properly judged.
MR. BABCOCK DEMURS
Editor Western Field,
San Francisco.
Dear Sir: — In reading the article entitled "Pacific
Coast Field Trials" in your issue of November, it
occurred to my mind that several statements con-
tained therein are hardly borne out by facts and, if
taken literally by those not in a position to know,
could not but work harm to field trials in general.
Your correspondent would give the impression that
the handlers teach the dogs all the bad habits pos-
sible, to the exclusion of what should be taught
them. In his own words they "instil into a good
puppy the very reprehensible habits that it will take
months of hard work to break him of." He then,
to make sure he is perfectly understood, likens the
dog to a horse and says he has been taught to kick
himself out of the harness, demolish the sulky, and
some more of like nonsensical statements.
The article referred to begins nicely, ends nicely,
in fact the last paragraph is faultless and worthy of
re-reading, but the balance of the article is such as
to give the impression that the men who know least
about handling are the handlers, and those who
know least about judging are the judges. Such
being the case, what a pity that the author could
not do all the handling and judging himself, just to
give us an example of a faultless field-trial.
I will admit that not all puppies have worked in a
faultless manner, "there are none perfect, no, not
one."
There is a time-honored saying that "boys will
be boys," and in an experience of years, in which I
have trained a good many dogs, I have found also
that "pups will be pups"; and the most foolish
notion that I ever succeeded in dislodging from
under my hat was the one that I could make an old
dog out of a pup in the season allowed us in Cali-
fornia— from October to January.
There is some hope for the young horse "who
kicks himself out of the harness and sulky" because
he has not had time to learn differently, but — to con-
tinue the metaphor so wisely chosen by your corre-
spondent— there is little hope for a horse who has
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been too heavily loaded at the beginning) abused,—
balked, because his driver lacked the judgmenl to
go slowly.
The balky horse and the dog who refuses to
work are in the same class and both likely to be
products of too much haste.
Break your pup too suddenly from chasing rab-
bits and he "blinks" them. Likewise you are to be
congratulated if he does not blink his birds also;
and, if- he does so only in a small degree, you may
say good-bye to his field-trial prospects — his nose
does not appear to be of the best quality; in other
words he doesn't want to find them.
Make him stanch and steady too quickly and he
becomes over-cautious. By taking proper pains you
may possibly eradicate this habit in about three
years. In the meantime you could probably have
saved about two years of a hard climb by not sliding
down the hill in the first place.
So far this has referred principally to puppies.
Now your correspondent would have us believe that
an up-to-date field-trial winner cannot make a good
shooting-dog, and offers in proof how a patron says he
expended thousands and didn't even get a good
shooting dog. Perhaps he said that, but I feel quite
positive it was not in this connection it was said, for
to my own knowledge and to the knowledge of your
correspondent, said patron has had in the past
eight years always from two to five as good shooting
dogs at his command as any man need ask, and
every one of them received their first lessons as
field-trial prospects, and nearly all of them were
As to the other patron who is falsely represented
as dropping out of the game for the same reason :
strange, is it not, that he has shot over nothing but
winners in ten years, now does his shooting over
two field-trial champions, and who claims that "the
better the field-trial dog, the better the shooting
If I were to point to the reason for the decadence
of the Pacific Coast field trials, I should say it was
for lack of harmony.
The handlers are blamed for many things which
are due entirely to natural causes. As far as I am
able to judge they are as honest, hardworking a lot
as can be found anywhere. They are honored every-
where but at home.
Our public handlers are obliged to work harder
for less money than any other handlers in America.
The jackrabbits alone more than double their work,
not to mention the many other drawbacks.
If the management would do as all other clubs
do — encourage its handlers instead of handicapping
them by obsolete rules and uncalled-for criticisms,
and pay them the purses for which they have run,
we might yet have a return to the feeling of good-
fellowship and the days of prosperity as in the
years past.
C. H. BABCOCK.
Del Rey, Cal.
THE STOCKTON SHOW
THE Stockton show, held on October 14th to
16th, proved a marked success in management,
i>ti attendance and numbers of entries. The num-
ber of dogs entered was 219 with but few absentees.
The officers of the club were F. N. Vail, president;
W. H. Mackay and C. E. Owen, vice-presidents;
R. H. Groves, treasurer, and A. Mr Barnett, secre-
tary. Thos. J. Blight was superintendent and filled
the position to perfection. George W. Clayton
judged all classes, and with the exception of some
of the bull terrier class, gave general satisfaction.
The large breeds were few in numbers and with
but one or two exceptions lacking in desirable qual-
ity. Oakdene Rex, winners in St. Bernards, has the
body and bone conformation, but is lacking in head.
In Great Danes the black dog, Nig, winners, and
his son, Dick, reserve winners, a mouse-colored
one with black flecks and patches — it would be
straining a point to call him a harlequin — were the
two best, the rest being mediocre. Two greyhounds,
The Widow and Mr. Longers, familiar to show-
goers, would be in the ribbons at any show.
American foxhounds brought out two excellent and
workmanlike entries, Ned and Queenie. Both are a
good type and were shown in fine condition.
The bird dogs were, taking them generally, a
pleasing lot. Victor Joaquin, a clean headed pointer
dog with the neck, shoulders, ribs, loins and proper
legs and feet, could not be denied first honors.
Royal Dan, a puppy, reserve winners, has the head
that is liked, but is a bit too light in body. Uncle
Det beats Mike Geary in head and eyes. Geary has
a grand body, legs and feet. Two bitches, Beauty
Bell and Stockton Belle, placed as here named, are
the kind that lovers of the gun like.
In English setters, Tiverton first winners. Fleet's
Sargeant reserve, and Mallwyd Beau first puppy and
first limit, were the leaders. Tiverton goes over
Fleet in head only. Beau shows the hall-marks of
his sire and is a very good sort. Lady Dorrie M., a
litter sitter of Beau, was the sole bitch entry and
is built on the same lines.
Gordon setters were hardly up to the average of
recent shows. Doc, now a champion, and Mike S,
small and light boned, were the only two dogs
shown. In bitches, Pit, a rather light one, but
evenly balanced .and with good color markings,
should have gone over Nellie C. if for nothing else
than that the latter was much undershot and had
lower teeth like a bulldog. The balance of the bitch
classes were marked absent.
Halvern Jerry, in for exhibition only, was the best
Irish setter benched. Spudds, winners dogs, is the
right type and was in splendid feather, but is a dog
at least ten pounds too light. Phil Law, reserve
winners, a strong-boned, well-developed puppy, has
excellent coat and color, but gave way to the matured
dog. Red and Sport are both too light boned. St.
Lambert Phyllis, alone in her classes, a litter sister of
Phil Law, is a very pleasing young bitch.
394
WESTERN FI1 i D
Queenie
Champion Ned — Judge Carroll Cook
THE PACIFIC COAST MAGAZINE
395
ches, first winners
d muzzle, is badly
Irish water spaniels were a good lot and a pleas-
ing indication of the growing interest in this most
useful breed. In the absence of Ch. The Gossoon,
Pat won first winners without a struggle. Ch. Rowdy
Girl and her daughter, Frisco Babe, were one, two
in winners. Girl is a familiar bench and a grand
producing matron. Babe reflects her good qualities.
Irish Lassie, second novice, and Elsie L., second
open, are also the right sort. There was a general
lack of coat that is to be expected in this breed at
this season.
Field spaniels turned out two of the best benched
at Coast shows in years, Inchkieth Billie and Ches-
terton Bess; they can be accepted as the right ma-
terial in working spaniels. The balance of the class
were fairly good.
Cocker spaniels, with thirty-five benched, were the
largest breed represented. In these classes the
judge seemed to lose his grasp on the standard and
type requirements. Leather Br>
and puppies, has a setter head ;
off in hindquarters, and was sadly lacking in coat.
Lagunitas Judge, with a better cocker head, a better
body and legs, should have gone first puppies and
notwithstanding his rather long body, was easily
first for winners. Searchlight in "for specials,"
rightly won for best black. Mepals Saxon, also in
"for specials," was absent. In black bitches, there
was another mixup. First puppies went to Lassie
Kathleen, a very light-boned one with a small head,
too much chiselled out under the eyes and narrow
in muzzle. Cressella Nell has the better head
all round, with a well set up body, good bone,
proper legs and feet. The rest of the class
fell in right. In novice bitches Cressella Nan, first,
went over Juanita III, a much better one in head,
substance and finish than either Nan or Lassie. Cres-
sella Nancy and Cricket came together for the fourth
time, Nancy winning out; this makes two wins for
each of them. This pair, both good ones, are in
for a class race every time they meet. This win
gave Nancy her championship. Little John had a
for first
Ch. Redlight, a red,
made good for best show
particolor, might not have
black, had the judge exa;
land Babbi.
finish and substan
Dachshunds wer
nners in other than black.
for "specials only," handily
>wn. Delverton Dolores, a
dinners, other than
ined her .
iers, lacks
of either Patience or Fant
>nly fair, Nordica, absent,
general
uld
have annexed the tri-color.
Collies turned out some very good homebred
youngsters. Valverde Veto could not be stopped
for first winners. He is a young sable with a clean-
cut, symmetrical head, ears properly carried, a fine
body with legs and feet to match. Farallone Rod-
erick, reserve winners, was in better coat than
valverde Watch, first puppies and California-bred.
Watch is a coming puppy, good now and will im-
prove. In limit Southport Stephen, second, a better
dog than Farallone Roderick, w
being slightly undershot.
The rest of the dog classes
place. Xantippe of Moreton dist
by a wide margin. Lodi Bell was lucky. She is only
a fairish sort with faulty ear carriage.
One curly poodle shown, Black, is a very good
specimen. Toodles, a toy poodle, Tutsiliffe, a toy
terrier (winner of special for smallest in the show),
it do
peg for
not difficult to
d her competitor
K Langridge,
int Gun Club, and
Leading Fanciers
Louie
Ch.
Snowball and Muff, Pomerani;
eral De La Mare, Ch. Margot De Pantin, three very
fine French bulldogs were the talent of the small
breeds and easily placed. Other small breed entries
were absent.
Two Airedales were both on the lines required.
Moter Dace is a large, up standing well furnished
dog with a characteristic terrier head, a proper
jacket and pleasing color. Pepper, a larger dog and
a good one, too, gave way in general finish.
Toreador Venus has improved materially since she
made her debut at Los Angeles, April, 1906. She
is teeming with bulldog character and is an all-
round good one. Two dogs, Leeds Caesar and
Margo's Mowgli, are both good ones. MowgH
(Moston Monarch — Naelcam Bessie) is California-
bred.
In bull terriers the general consensus of opinion
seemed to be that Silkwood Ben AH should have
won over Brooklyn Patsey. Ben AH has the head,
eyes and jaws that are built for work, and which
modern breeders have been trying to develop. In
these qualities he leads Patsey by a well defined mar-
gin. In body, bone, legs and feet, tail carriage
Ben has a shade the best. Stiletto Cold Steel and
Stiletto Tarquin are two very promising puppies.
WESTERN FIELD
-V. A. Kuehn, (J
Lady Hazel— Mrs. Geo. Flexner, Ov
THE PACIFIC COAST MAGAZIXE
In bitches Lady Hazel first open over Ch. Edgewood
Jean II, was placed first winners. Reserve winners
was given to Hartford Ted, first puppies and novice.
Hartford Ted has a long way to go to win out
over Jean, a bitch with typical head and eyes and
of excellent substance. Brooklyn Patsey seemed to
be in rare luck, for when the specials for best terrier
in the show and for best handled and exhibited by
a lady, were awarded, the judge, with Solomon-like
resourcefulness awarded Patsey and Ch. Endcliffe
Tortora — equal firsts, an innovation in judging that
will be a bad precedent to follow. Ch. Dick
Dazzler was also snowed under in this class by
the judge. At the last San Francisco show, Ch.
tndcliffe Tortora was awarded the California Jockey-
Club plate special over Patsey, by Geo. Raper, an
authority on terriers and a judge of international
acknowledged abilities.
In Bostons there was another slight jar when
Rainier Dick, with wrinkled muzzle, out at shoulders
and light in ribs and loin, was placed over Frisco
Cinders (who had previously beaten Dick at San
Mateo) in limit. Cinders was in far better condi-
tion than Dick and is over him in head, body, legs,
feet and general symmetry. Ascot Roseben, first
puppies, limit and reserve winners, is a clean cut
dark brindle Boston from the ground up. Ch. Dick
Dazzler, put down in grand condition, a fine ring
shower also, won out in open and winners. Ch.
Endcliffe Tortora and Clancy III, first and reserve
winners, both in winning condition, were properly-
placed. Baby Rose, a light brindle, is too light in
muzzle and low in shoulders and could have given
way to Wonderland Venus without jarring the views
of observing fanciers.
Fox terriers, smooths and wires, were few in num-
ber but with plenty of class to make up. In novice,
Tallac Tallyho was first over Tallac Smasher.
Smasher should have had the blue, as he beats
Tallyho both in head and body. Both limit dogs
withheld, if the purpose of dog
and improving breeds is to be
inners and first open was awarded
! Boy over Wandee Resist. Blue
however rejected by the bench
the entry was sent in, it was
le entries had closed. Even at that
better fox terrier head, and should
t the blue, both dogs however are
should have beer
shows in fosterin
observed. "First
to .Multnomah Bl
Boy's entry was
show committee;
claimed, after the
Resist has th
have been gii
the kii
like
In bitches, that
practically alone.
fettle.
to see in th
good one, Tallac Seabreeze
Second and reserve winners should have been
held.
In wires, Humberstone Record
showed up to his past show career. Reserve winners
went to Jack, a stylish shower, but too much on the
lightweight order. Humberstone came in properly
for a second in open. Humberstone Hope, first
winners, is a corking good wire. Ch. Maggie the
-Maid, for her age shows the style and quality that
her breeding is expected to give, but she should be
retired.
DOG poisoning has become so common in Salina
that the fanciers of that city have banded tc
gether, put up the money, and now offer a re
ward of $250 for the arrest and conviction of th
fiendish poisoner. It is to be hoped that they wil
succeed in catching him and giving him his deserts.
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THE CALIFORNIA GAME AND FISH PROTECTIVE
ASSOCIATION CONVENTION
D
D
IE eighth annual meeting of the
California Game and Fish Protective
ion, held at Los Angeles.
November 8th to 10th, was the
largest in attendance of any meeting
yet held by the association, there
being nearly forty local clubs rep-
resented, as well as a large number
of individual members. The Los
Angeles association had arranged so
elaborate a program of entertain-
ment, that it was found necessary to
change the regular routine of business in order that
this program might be carried out and the visiting
delegates given an opportunity to enjoy the marked
hospitality of the southern city. The first business
meeting was held, therefore, on Friday afternoon at
2 p. m.. and continued again on Friday night, clos-
ing after the banquet at Alpine Tavern on Mount
Lowe, 5000 feet above the sea.
Many changes in the laws were discussed and
many admirable suggestions offered, but the only
action taken was the appointment of a committee of
five to consider these and other changes which may-
be suggested, or be found to be necessary, and
submit them in legislative form to the association at
its next annual meeting, there to be acted upon.
Resolutions were passed asking that better pro-
tection be given to the game thronugh the employ-
ment of at least one active deputy in each game
county of the State, and a committee was appointed
consisting of M. J. Connell, II. W. Keller, C. \V.
Hibbard, A. R. Orr and W. Scott Way, to present
the resolution to the Board of Fish Commissioners
and urge its prompt action in the matter. Another
resolution was also adopted requesting the Fish
Commission to devote the money at present avail-
able through the splendid results of the hunting
license law, to the redistribution and protection of
our native birds, rather than to experiments with
foreign varieties, until after such time as the merits
of foreign varieties can be carefully and properly
considered.
r completing the usual routine business the
of several places were suggested for the next
annual meeting, but so strong was the plea of Mr.
Keating for the seaside city of Santa Cruz, that the
names of all other places were withdrawn and Santa
Cruz became the unanimous selection.
The following officers were elected:
II. T. Payne, president (re-elected).
F.dwin A. Mocker, secretary-treasurer (re-elected).
Charles L. Powell of Pleasanton, W. A. Correll of
Riverside. \V. I. Keating of Santa Cruz, M. J.
Connell of Los Angeles, H. A. Green of Monterey,
vice-presidents.
Mr. Payne, in returning thanks for the continued
expression of confidence in his administration,
which had been uninterrupted from the organization
of the association to the present, stated that he had
come to Los Angeles with the firm intention to
refuse another term of the presidency, and had so
advised many of the delegates and requested them
to decide upon another candidate, but that in every
case they had been so persistent in their entreaties
to have him continue that he had been compelled to
subordinate his own wishes to theirs.
On Saturday morning sixty-five delegates went to
Mount Lowe over one of the most remarkable and
most picturesque trolley rides in the world. This
road climbs nearly five thousand feet in less than
six miles, and overlooks the whole of the valley
lying between the mountains and the sea. The
party was treated to a genuine mountain hailstorm
on the trip up, which added much to the varied
scenes and experiences of the trip. At the Alpine
Tavern on Mount Lowe a banquet was served and
the ride up through the invigorating mountain air
furnished the whole party with appetites that did
more than ample justice to the spread. Sunday
many of the delegates visited the duck preserve of
the Los Angeles clubs and spent the day shooting.
The old delegates who have never missed an an-
nual meeting, are of one mind in stating that the
Los Angeles meeting was the largest and most en-
joyable in the history of the association.
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AT Haynesburg, O., on September 19th First
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Second Average was won by Mr. L. J. Squier,
who broke 173 out of 180, using Dupont smokeless.
At Rising Sun, Md. on October 1st, Mr. W. M.
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Lon Fisher and W. A. Fishinger tied for First
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CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER
Frontispiece— A New White Bear (Ursus kermodei) .
Our On.- Sole Meril (Verse) Clarence H. I'rncr
Fresh Pastures— Part I "Montezuma'
Voir.- of the Desert Silence (Verse) Alice Sptcer,
Poems Maurice Smiley
Three Davs on the American (Photos by Graham. Los Angeles) Will B. Wing
The Temple (Verse) Sam Extern. Foulds
Two Hours with an Albacore Harry H. Dunn
The Red Bird's Mission I ,,, „„, ) Marian Phelps
0( Fish We Caught f ' N erse' I Marion H. Baker
My First Tiger Hunt Will Frakes
English Sport— Part VI.— Rabhits and the Rook Rifle P. Clapham
One Wet Jan uary Day Edward C. Crossman
South Coast Shooting— Part XII.— More about the Shore Birds " ' Stillhunter"
Sport With the Small Rifle '. "Smallarms"
Sonnets Clarence Utner
Rifle Smoke "Smallarms"
Rifle Practice in the Nayy Special Correspondent
The Oldest Field Trials Club in America H. T. Payne
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No. 6
OUR ONE SOLE MERIT
THE world, from fields near by to hills, extreme,
Appareled in its garniture of snow, forsakes
Its recent look of sheer distress, and takes
The distant whiteness of a Heavenly gleam:
Still as a spectre passing through a dream
Or Time soft stealing onward, fall the flakes,
While in the soul becalmed a thought awakes
Of viewless seraphs round the Throne Supreme.
But not of earth the beauty of the snow
Whose ermine ever mocks our purest thought
With speech for mortal gasp too faint and low :
Our one sole merit is, that Hope hath wrought
The trust that God's good future may bestow
Robes white as angel plumes, unearned, unbought.
— Clarence H. Urner.
FRESH PASTURES
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By "Montezuma"
PART I.
ETTEN is entitled to ;ill the
credit. For six months previous
to our hegira he used to come
frequently into my office with a
cock-and-bull story about a mys-
terious country, somewhere up
in the unknown North, which
was just swarming with all
kinds of red. white and blue
bears, all new to science. With
a dreamy, far-away look in his liquid, fawn-
like eyes, he would expatiate by the hour upon
the glories of the aurora borealis, the tinkling
of glacial waterfalls, the soft music of the
incognite -spheres which awaited the explorer
who would accept his tip and his companion-
ship and hike to the high places where exalta-
tion— and bears — awaited.
Now, bears are my chief failing, but one
wouldn't have thought Betten was fully aware
of that fact, seeing how cleverly and diplo-
matically he only referred to them casually and
incidentally throughout his entire onslaught on
my peace of mind. Wise man ! He knew- that
a burned cat shuns the fire, and that honey
offered in great gobs is apt to cloy and satiate
before it is tasted. So he dwelt far more upon
the scenery and fishing, the elk, deer, sheep.
goats and caribou that peopled his dreamland,
and only lugged bear in by the ears semi-oc-
casionally.
For a while his most insidious efforts only-
provoked a grin of amusement, but when, one
day, he brought in a pamphlet issued by the
authorities of British Columbia, in which was
catalogued a new white bear said to inhabit a
certain Gribble Island. I began to set up and
take notice. Then atop of that came a letter,
with photographs, from one of our most trust-
worthy northern correspondents. Mr. F. M.
Kelly, describing this very brute : "white, even
to his toenails" — and I fell to the seduction as
precipitately as the 'coon came down to Davy
Crockett.
"Let's start next week," said Betten.
"We'll go day after tomorrow," said I, and
the die was cast.
An old-timer's preparations are soon made —
and Betten and I are no tenderfeet. A few-
little nick-nacks to fill up gaps in the battered
old camp outfit were purchased; an extra hun-
dred cartridges for my rifles, a folding pocket
lantern, waterproof match box, etc., and in
the evening of September third I was on my
way to Seattle, where I was to meet Betten,
who had gone on ahead with his family, their
intention being to visit relatives on Whidby
Island until our return.
At Seattle we encountered a bit of bad luck
which cost us a week's delay. Our boat had not
arrived from „the East, although ordered in
ample time ahead, and to alleviate the tedium
of waiting for it we went over to Whidby
Island, where we passed four very pleasant
days, and, what was infinitely better, managed
to hornswoggle Ned McCrohan into going
along with us on our exploring trip.
Be it known that Ned has been a licensed
mate in good standing for more years than a
badger has ticks ; that he is the Prince of Sour-
doughs, being an old Alaskan musher, and
knows beans — and the best ways of cooking
them. A splendid oarsman, good shot, genial
companion and all around good fellow —
although he can't play cribbage, old sledge. <>r
"Black jack" worth talking about — Ned was
the most valued acquisition to our outfit, and
in the making of his acquaintance I was more
than repaid for the time and expense of the
whole trip.
On our return to Seattle the boat was still
nou est, so with a cordial anathema on its
derelict builder we railroaded it into Van-
couver, where fickle Fortune made up for her
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previous cussedness by giving us the oppor-
tunity of meeting one of British Columbia's
typical sportsmen, Mr. John Hardy Wrigley,
the assistant managing director of the Union
Steamship Company, whose kindness put us
under more obligations to him than we can
ever repay. An enthusiastic sportsman him-
self— as indeed are most of our English
cousins — Mr. Wrigley left no stone unturned,
no little courteous service unrendered, that
would contribute to our pleasure and success.
He went out of his way to be good to us,
and to his generosity and forethought much
of our enjoyment of the trip is due. Any
American sportsman of the right sort is always
assured of Mr. YVrigley's interest, and will
meet with a cordial reception at his hands.
And it is only fair to say en passant that all
the officials and employees of the company
whose interests he so ably represents, from
Mr. Wrigley down to the stevedores of his
respective crafts, are courteous, obliging men,
the officers of the "Camosun." on which boat
our trip from Vancouver northward was made,
being particularly affable gentlemen.
At Vancouver we purchased such supplies
as were needed — thereby making the one great
mistake of the trip. For we found, even at
the muchly vaunted stores of the notorious
( I use the word advisedly) Hudson Bay Com-
pany, the worst job lot of ill-assorted and poor
qualitied junk that was ever foisted off on a
helpless purchaser. This company has evi-
dently been doing business so long with In-
dians and half-breeds that it has forgotten — or
else never did learn — how to decently treat a
white man. The so-called "waterproof" ( !)
coats we bought at extravagant prices were
so porous and honeycombed with uselessness
that they leaked at every pore in the most
trivial mists, to say nothing of rain storms,
and we actually had to paraffine them to keep
dry. The groceries which we ordered packed
in air-tight tin cases, we paying an extra
charge for such packing and cases, were de-
livered to us at the last possible moment before
sailing (an old trick of theirs, I have learned
since) in the flimsiest of flimsy paper wrap-
pings, with results imaginable. Added to this,
we found prices from twenty to thirty per cent
uniformly higher than for much better articles
here in the States. My earnest advice, there-
fore, is to outfit completely in the United
States, shipping directly to your point of final
disembarkment, the excellence and assured
H. L. Betten— who gets the credit and who got a bear
good condition of your supplies being worth
ten times the small customs duty exacted.
Firearms and ammunition should be taken
along as personal baggage and promptly "de-
clared'' when crossing the line. The former,
in ordinary number for one's personal use — we
had five rifles between us — are admitted free,
but you pay 30 per cent ad valorem on car-
tridges, amounting to only a negligible sum.
The obliging official at Vancouver is an ex-
tremely sensible fellow and a few smokers
with a bit of broken wet goods is not noticed.
Speaking of the smokes reminds me to ad-
vise all lovers of the weed to take a sufficient
supply of their favorite brands along, for you
won't get any on Provincial soil. The English
smoke abominable tobacco, their cigars being
veritable "ropes." I had a funny experience
there. Being temporarily out of cigars while
separated from my dunnage, I went into a
splendidly appointed tobacconist's shop and
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;i^k< .1 for imported cigars. The attendant
handed me out a box of "Owls I" And on my
somewhat shaky inquiry as to whether lie
hadn't any other brands of "imported" stock
he Bolemnly produced a box of "Cremosl"
And when I had gotten over my paro
at which he seemed slightly surprised — he
gravely remarked: "We are hout hof
'Recruits' just now, sir."
Well, 1 guess they were actually imported
from the United States, all right, and so I
poisoned myself just out of pure patriotism.
Here we made another mistake, that of laying
in. for, purposes of trade with the Indians, a
large supply of cheap so-called "Siwash"
quality ami at reasonable price in Vancouver:
Scotch whiskey and an 18 Foot open boat which
we hired from a Mr, Ross, whose boats and
business decency we cordially commend to
brother sportsmen,
At the office of the Provincial Game War-
den we were informed that no sporting license
was necessary if iish a*nd bear were the sole
objects in view, but to be on the safe side we
took out one full non-resident license (cost
$50) to cover any camp-meat or other big
game emergency, the writer shouldering the
responsibility of the killing thereof. We found
tile game officials very courteous and obliging
gentlemen, who gave us much valuable in-
A Typical Fi
rttlement Enroute (Alert Bav)
tobacco — which we afterwards found no self-
respecting Siwash would touch ! And while
on this subject be it noted that, in these "Fresh
Pasture" fields of ours, the only thing you
can trade to a Siwash is cash, a commodity,
even, of which they all seem to have more or
less plenteously in possession. I am extremely
dubious of the Hudson Bay Company's ability,
these days, to swap an old Tower musket
"even up" with the unsophisticated ( !) Lo for
a flat-piled bale of beaver skins as high as the
musket, as was their generous wont in the old
fur days.
Two things only did we get of excellent
formation and seemed personally interested in
our success.
On the night of September 10th — or rather
in the "wee sma' hours" of the next morning —
the Camosun slipped her moorings, and when
we awoke it was to find ourselves well on the
way to Betten's Utopia. We had purchased
tickets to Pilot Point on Gribble Island, at the
entrance of Gardner's Inlet, but at Vancouver
we met a trapper named Thos. Collier, who
told us that our better point of disembark-
ment was Hartley Bay. Here he was to meet
his trapping partner and go thence inland via
Gardner's Inlet. As this was about the course
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407
we intended to follow, \vc joined issues tem-
porarily— and played in great hick thereby!
For bettor camp mates than these two hardy
frontiersmen are scarcer than double eagles in
San Francisco at the present writing, and we
enjoyed every minute of our all too short as-
sociation.
The traveling public is so thoroughly con-
versant with the beauty of the inside passage
from Vancouver north that we pass it without
comment, other titan that we had smooth
water and fair weather all the way up, cross-
ing the only rough bit at Queen Charlotte
Sound while we were asleep. The Camosun is
a splendid new twin-propeller boat, with aston-
jumping of countless salmon a stone's throw
from our blankets. Looking out over the
dimpling little bay the air was full of leaping
phantoms which disappeared in a series of
concentric circles whose interference broke the
mirror of the deep blue water into yeasty
corrugations, scintillating with refracted star-
light. The great fishes struck the water with
noises like muffled pistol shots and the rever-
berations of their combined blow, sounded
like a distant regiment in modern rapid-fire
action. Out of the grey of the opposite shore
a Siwash came leisurely paddling his dugout,
dropping his net as he came. There being,
during the obtaining high tide, no suitable place
Fob Etlect at Entrance to Gardner's Inlet
ishingly little roll for a craft of her size, and
at no time did mal dc mer obtrude its nau-
seous head. The boat was handled very skil-
fully, the numerous landings — many of them
made at night — being effected with marvelous
accuracy and dispatch. There was so much
that was beautiful in the passing panorama
that tedium was an ill unknown, and on the
night of the second of two very short days, in-
deed, we disembarked at the old Indian dock
of Hartley Bay, spread our beds in the dock
shed and slept on the threshold of our desire.
I was awakened before daybreak by the
on the scanty beach to make a cooking fire,
we went over to the eating house of the saw-
mill across the bight and ate breakfast there,
incidentally arranging with the proprietor for
the hire of his steam tug "Donnie" to tow us
up Gardner's Inlet as far as the mouth of the
Kemano River, where we decided to make our
headquarters. Be it here noted that, owing to
the canny ambiguity of the tug owner's "esti-
mate" of the distance, we paid just about twice
what we should have done for that tow. As
the tug needed some repairs it was decided
that we should start early the next morning.
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putting together our rods we were soon en-
gaged in a battle royal with the silver giants.
It was my luck to be first engaged, and I
hooked and boated the first salmon which
struck. Betten catching one of nearly double
the weight a few minutes later. We were
using Wilson and Stewart spoons and hooked
every fish which struck. The salmon as a rule
were of good size.
When we had caught all we cared to — I
am ashamed to say how many — we retained
the fish first caught for our own use and gave
the surplus to a Si wash who, not being the
fortunate possessor of a net. was industriously
trolling in a dugout, the line held lightly be-
tween his lips as he rowed. When he got a
strike he spat out the line, grabbed at the
slack bight of it and phlegmatically hauled the
big fellow in until within reach of his club,
wlun he just "soaked him a few," as Stewart
phrased it. and hauled him in out of the wet.
His lure was a sardine cm a single 3-0 hook,
with wire snell. Our gift was acknowledged
by only a grunt. Salmon were no great
shakes to a man who in one short morning
could himself catch more than his whole
family would eat in a winter's week. He en-
thused a whole lot more over the small silver
coin I gave his little son for letting me snap-
shot him.
Getting tired of the slaughter we pulled
ashore and watched with interest the clever
work of our friend's "klootchman," who was
"handling" the catch preparatory to curing it
for winter consumption. With two skilful
strokes of the knife she removed the entire
flesh of each huge fish in two great flakes,
leaving the entrails untouched and the back-
bone so bare as to excite the reproach of the
gulls and ravens, who croaked their disgust at
her parsimony. And what is more to the
point, it was the most cleanly operation im-
aginable, and this particular woman's store of
dried and drying salmon would appeal to
even the most fastidious palate.
The salmon were of three varieties, "Sock-
eyes," "Humpbacks" and "Cohoes," the latter
being the only species that would take a lure,
the others being taken only in nets. The
humpbacks have a very repelling appearance
to an angler accustomed to the symmetrical
lines and dainty coloring of ordinary salmon,
but both the Indians and the white proprietor
of the canneries assured me that the hump-
back, despite its looks, was the better table
fish. Another fish of much interest to me was
the so-called "Salmon-trout," which greatly
resembled a Dolly Varden in contour, but
which had, in the specimens I examined, a
broad (half inch wide) median stripe of faded
blue from gill to caudle fin and was of a cop-
per brown on back, fading to a cream on the
belly. The fish was profusely spotted with
oblong black spots on two-thirds of the tail
end, showing only faintly on the head and
gill region. It is a new fish to me.
We spent the afternoon in exploration of
the immediate vicinity, taking an occasional
shot at the hair seals which abound in this
locality. On the following morning the tug
hauled alongside the dock at seven o'clock
and with our boat and the trappers' Peter-
boro canoe in tow, we headed through a slight
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fog for Gardner's Inlet, rounding the south
point of Hawkesbury Island and taking the
Verney Channel, leaving the fog at its en-
trance.
The day was beautifully clear and the air
was balmy. On our right Gribble Island's
glaciers gleamed in the sun, and the skipper of
our craft pointed out the precise location where
a white bear (Visits kermodei) had been shot
the year before.
As this was the real inceptive object of our
trip, a word anent this particular beast may be
not out of place here, and I can do no better
than to quote the description of it given me
by Mr. F. M. Kelly of Victoria, B. C, to whose
kindness I am also indebted for the photograph
which constitutes our frontispiece this issue :
"This white bear (Ursus kermodei) is small,
much below weight and dimensions of black
bears. In general appearance its skin is like
that of a long-furred and particularly hand-
some polar bear. Its color is clear, creamy
white, with no trace of brown, black or any
other dark color. On the upper neck and head
and on the forelegs a yellowish creamy tint is
well defined. The hair is all white down to
the roots ; and on the entire animal there is
not one brown or black hair. The ears are
very small and the hair upon them is very
straight and short. The pelage of the type
specimen is very long, fine, abundant and in
places of silky softness. The hair grows in
tufts, and in both quality and manner of
growth it distinctly resembles the pelage of
the Alaskan brown bears rather than the
shorter, smoothly-trimmed coat of the black
bear. The basal half of the pelage is very
fine, woolly and warm, and only the tip of the
terminal portion is straightened out to form
the raincoat. Only on the forehead, muzzle
and lower portions of the limbs does the
hair grow short, and develop the straight and
stiff character that is necessary at those points
for the comfort of the animal. The pelage on
the two young specimens consists of a dense
coat of fine woolly hair, through which appears
a scattering growth of long, straight hairs.
Both are everywhere creamy white. The
claws are dull white, thin and strongly curved,
representing about 120 degrees of a perfect
circle, one and seven-eighths inches in diam-
eter for the middle front claw. The teeth
differ widely from those of a polar bear, and
indicate relationship to the American black
bear.
"Dr. Hornaday first secured a specimen skin
in 1900. The dealer said it came from the
Naas River country, and that he had pre-
viously received four or five skins from the
same locality. Four years elapsed, however,
before Frank Kermode, curator of the Pro-
vincial Museum, Victoria, secured three skins
in a state of good preservation. Dr. Hornaday
states that there is not the slightest proba-
bility of albinoism being rampant among any
of the known species of bears of North
America ; and it is safe to assume the speci-
mens secured do not owe their color to a
continuous series of freaks of nature. There
is no escape from the conclusion that a
hitherto unknown species of white bear of
very small size inhabits the west-central por-
tion of British Columbia. Ursus kermodei is
known to range between Rivers Inlet and Naas
River. It belongs to the uplands, its habitat
being about 1400 feet above sea level. The
two large specimens shown were secured on
a Rule Were of Good Siz
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Porpoises Raced Merrily Across Our Bo
Gribble Island; while the small specimens
came from Princess Royal Island."
It was our intention to stop over at Gribble
Island on our return and put in a week hunt-
ing white bears. But for reasons beyond our
control we were compelled to abandon this
part of the program, though fully resolved to
make a special trip to Gribble in the near
future for the particular purpose of making
Ker model's close acquaintance. It may be
said here that Mr. Robinson, who runs the
trading post at Hartley Bay, earnestly assured
me that albinoism seemed to be peculiarly
prevalent on Gribble Island, he having had
Looking Up Vernev Channel
THE PACIFIC COAST MAGAZINE
411
secured at various
times from the Si-
washes not only the
skins of white bears,
but of white minks,
white beavers and
white otters as well,
with not a few parti-
colored individuals to
accentuate the island's
colorative peculiari-
ties!
As we entered Ver-
ney Channel we en-
countered a school of
porpoises which raced
merrily along, cross-
ing and recrossing
our bows with agile
ease, and about half a
mile ahead we raised
two enormous righj
whales who delighted
us for the better part
of an hour with their
clumsy antics. One
in particular was a
bulky monster with a
tail seemingly thirty
feet wide, who spouted
Ned McCrohan (Sourdo
ike a geyser and threv
i Humpback Salm<
a week's sojourn on the Inlet
Up tons of spray as he
sounded. In view of
the vast expanse of
water everywhere at
hand there was a sur-
prising absence of
waterfowl. Gulls and
grebes were plentiful
enough, but of ducks
and geese we saw
hardly any — not as
many on the whole
trip as one would en-
counter in a half day
on the Suisun. In
fact, I can recall only
two small flocks of
mallards and one gag-,
gle of geese. There
are no shallow-water
feeding grounds in
this section and the
ducks' fligfit is farther
inland. But of eagles
there was "great
store," as the old-
time naturalists would
phrase it ; we saw
scores of them dur-
{To be continued.')
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VOICE OF THE DESERT SILENCE
WHAT doth the Desert dream? No uttered word
. Tells of the far-off years of its long slumber,
Like wi
Mute
gray wings
nee, sph
like
ne great broodi
ih the waste en
ig bird
The Desert dreams— O man, the Desert waits.
In barren silence, or 'neath burning wind;
Beauty, and dread, and power, within its gates,
And mortal need, that waits immortal mind.
Its silence holds a Word: "Reach out and be
Forever all the truth thy spirit knows.
Ears thou hast, — hear ! Eyes — Ah, behold and see !
Then should'st thou make me blossom as the rose."
— Alice Spicer.
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THE CYCLE
OF THE HILLS
IT
KNOW not whether it is love or hate
for cities. By the sea, among
The pines, upon my mother Nature's breast,
Surrounded by the flowers, I hate the din
And strife, the brawl and reek, the sham, the greed,
The squalor and the ugliness of towns.
Their poor attempts at nature but repel.
In park and monument and stately pile
I see the nails that men have driven, smell
The paint that gilds their tawdry wood and stone.
The music that I hear is discords all
Beside the murmur of the leaves, the song
Of tides and canon zephyrs. What is art
But daubs of ochre, set against the hues
Of spangled hills, the blue of violets?
What fane that men have reared is beautiful
Compared with all the temples of the peaks?
Man apes the rose and calls it art to catch
The dullest tint. He steals one mimicked strain
From storm and wind and whispering eves and dawns.
From bird and bough and field and wave, and calls
His piping song! He raises stone on ston£.
With fretted dome and painted pinnacle
And calls them palaces. And then he hates
And strives and battles with his kind and kills
His brother with a cold neglect and laughs
While many mourners weep — and this is towns !
I KNOW not when I love the mountains most,
' For when they doff their slumber-robes of white
Wherein they passed the nighttime of the year,
And don the morning garb of Spring, methinks
They are the fairest work that God hath wrought.
Arrayed in all their finery of green.
With brooks for laughter, breath of pines
For perfume, canon breezes for a sigh.
The restful silences for thoughtfulness.
With fern and vine and flower for gems,
The sunshine for the coquetry of smiles
And showers for swift capricious tears.
But when the Summer's ripened splendor falls,
The glory of their noon, the richer tints
Of their resplendent life, they seem more fair.
Then Autumn comes and they are garbed in robes
No loom but Nature's ever wove. And when
They throw the white mantillas of the mists
About their heads, it seems that God Himself
Hath done His all. — And then I wake to find,
Some crisp October morn, the primal snow.
Like drifted silver on the temples of the year,
Hath ermined Autumn's robes. — And then the white
Pure days of Winter shroud the sleeping Spring.
The stainless mountains stretch from earth to sky,
Like alabaster beaches on which break
The oceans of the clouds. And I forget
That just beyond them lies the spotted world
Of men. — Yet who shall say that green or gold
Or white is fairest, who compare.
When all that God hath done is beautiful?
By Win. E. Winc
Photographs by Grabi
OU have heard of the hunter's
paradise, where grouse swarm
under foot, deer run from glade
to glade and bruin is quite fre-
quent on the trails ; where trout
crowd each other in -trying for
the fly and all game is at the
mercy of the man with gun and
rod.
But when you have loaded
your pack horse, endured the desert possibly,
fought your way up almost impassable moun-
tain sides and have suffered all the physical
privations and difficulties under the sun, you
have found the game as shy as ever and have
been forced to practice all the old, tiring
stunts in order to win success and skins in
the wilds.
This is a story of the hunter's paradise. In
it there is no nature faking. The participants
all are men of modest mien whose standing
in Southern California is as unquestioned as
their veracity. And besides, they brought
home the goods.
In this foreword it behooves me to ex-
plain that the stories of this hunt were re-
lated, not for publication, over the cigars in
a cosy corner of the club smoking room.
The pictures were retrieved from Photog-
rapher Graham by peculiar methods and the
subjects mentioned herein have no knowledge
that their vacation doings have traveled north-
ward through the mails to the editor of West-
ern Field.
The fortunate bunch which participated in
this trip were: Charles Mellen, superin-
tendent Ocean Park Water Company; Ed.
Wood, right of way agent for H. E. Hunting-
ton's Pacific Electric Railway Company ;
Claude Parker, deputy auditor of Los Angeles
county ; Frank Drake, assistant manager of
the Sun Drug Company, and William Gra-
ham, all hunters of big (and little) game who
have won laurels in many past seasons.
They made a campaign of the American
river country, Placer county, and the results
; Angeles
demonstrated that this ideal hunting ground
has not suffered the usual slaughter and the
fish there are not too wise.
And now you shall hear of the death of
"Old Cinnamon," the last battle of "Black
Douglas," the retrieving of Bruin with a
Kodak, the death of the challenge buck of the
north, the dreamlike story of catching three
trout on one line at one time, and last, but
not least, the deeds of Jack, bravest cook that
ever dared the wilds to do their worst.
Let a member of the party tell the story in
his own language :
The doings began early. We struck the
headwaters of American river the first week
in September and went into camp. Charley
Mellen, anxious to start the grief among the
denizens of the mountains, left camp before
breakfast for a turn about. Within an hour
he returned waving his hat and shouting :
"Two bear ! Two bear !"
The whoops were received with much de-
rision but we soon were convinced that some-
thing unusual had stirred the steady-going Mel-
len. He declared that he had gone hunting deer
tracks but, instead, ran across prints in the
soil which indicated that there was bear meat
within a thousand miles of camp. All the
tracks headed for a small meadow about one
hundred acres in extent through which
flowed a small stream with dense brush and
trees growing along the banks.
Xext his attention was attracted by some-
thing moving in a dead tree. Mellen took a
pot shot for luck. The report startled some-
thing nearby. The hunter turned to see some-
thing black getting away in the underbrush.
The first shot stopped that confusion. An
investigation showed that Mellen had bagged
two good-sized cubs. About this time it be-
gan to dawn upon the hunter that game of
larger size, including the mother bear, prob-
ably was somewhere near. He therefore re-
turned to camp to spread the news.
Breakfast? Nothing doing. The whole
crowd seized weapons and swarmed upon the
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to beat the band and clawed down trees in
liis wrath. At least that was the way it
Bounded to us.
About this time I noticed the bravest chef
of then all. Jack stood in the rear. H
a large rock in each hand. I could tell from
his demeanor that he wasn't awaiting an
opportunity of dashing forward and breaking
the bear's skull with the stones. His eyes
hung out of his head and his knees batted
together with the rhythm of tom-tom music.
"Better get out of here," someone advised.
"W-w-what?" he stammered. "M-m-m-e go
trail. Jack, our brave cook, followed closely.
The boys spread and stationed themselves on
ridges commanding the canon leading from the
meadow.
You can imagine we all were on the qui vive.
It was the first scent of the chase and the ele-
ment of danger was not lacking. A mother
bear looking for trouble, and as full of fight
as a bob-cat, is sufficient to put a fellow-
right up on edge. Therefore when one of
the boys walked out on a fallen tree and a
threshing machine seemed to start up almost
under him, he went up into the air and came
down in the brush with every hair standing.
It was only a grouse, but the bird picked an
unfortunate moment to make its getaway.
After crouching in our places for what
seemed an age someone turned loose. Bang!
Every fellow was on his feet with finger on
the trigger.
"There she goes !" came the cry and we saw
a big bear who had foxily circled and was
making the gravel fly up an unprotected
caiion. Br-r-r-r, sung the repeaters. The high
power guns shed hail in the direction of the
vanishing bear. The pebbles and dirt flew in-
to clouds all around the game. I wondered
why the bear didn't drop. It seemed that he
must be stopping plenty of lead. Into a
thicket plumped the game and vanished. We
surrounded the place.
Curiously enough no one rushed in ahead
of the rest to pump the bear full of lead. All
the boys seemed inclined to play fair and give
everyone else a fair show. Bruin was wait-
ing for us all right. He — it proved to be a
male — gave us plenty of information on that
score. This bear was not one of those
gentlemanly fellows who turns the broadest
side for the finishing shot. Instead, he howled
and that bear break out right behind me on
the j-j-jump. Nit! I stay r-r-right behind
the g-g-guns."
We began the advance and hadn't gone far
before we sighted the big black fellow. We
could see he was wounded but full of battle.
He still was clawing off bark, canoe size, and
inviting us to come on and be chewed a few.
"Black Douglas come back to life," cried
Parker who gets books at the library some-
times. "Douglas" reared, Mellen drew a bead
on him, the camera snapped and the guns
barked again. Bruin went down with a crash
and the camp had its first skin. We examined
the carcass and found that "Douglas" had
made his run with a bullet through his stomach
and another through his shoulder.
Bear fever now possessed the bunch. We
rushed back to camp, bolted breakfast and
then made a search of the meadow. We found
the remains of three cows the bears had been
eating but no sign of live hair all that day.
The next day there were more signs which
told of midnight visits and decided that a
trap next was in order. We set one guaranteed
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to do business with the huskiest hear on the
mountains. For two mornings we found signs
which demonstrated that bears could gumshoe
all around a hungry trap, steal the bait and
get away safely.
The third morning there was a different
story printed on the landscape. When some
distance from the place Wood erf the keen
ear paused and said : "Aha ! I hear things."
We gave him the laugh and asked him what
he also saw. However, we hadn't continued
far before unearthly noises startled the whole
crowd.
"We have him !" chorused the gang. Cor-
rect, the very first time. The trap was gone.
In setting the trap Graham declared that the
chain must not be fastened, as any wild animal,
if caught by the foot, would gnaw the member
off and stump it for other regions. There-
fore we fastened the trap chain to a big loose
log.
We found the trail easily. A blind man
could not have overlooked it. Bruin, upon
finding something afflicting his leg had plunged
for the thickest brush. Naturally he took the
big log with him. The heavy timber, yanked
Miller and his Big One
along impetuously, had mowed quite a swath.
In places we found where the log had held.
At such spots the bear had used his teeth and
claws to free the obstructions. Brush and
even small trees were broken and torn. At
one place Bruin had bitten through a trunk
five inches thick.
We finally sighted the game. "He is fast
again. Give me the camera," exclaimed
Mellen.
What followed should be hunting history.
Let Mellen tell it. He certainly has the right :
"I have heard manv hunters declare that,
while in the nfountains or plains, >at times
they have been seized with the desire to be
alone. At periods something born of the
primeval brings the feeling. In other instances
sweet solitude is sought for other reasons.
"I can testify that it is a fact. I also have
felt it. This time the feeling took a great
hold on me. In fact it amounted almost to
a frenzy. I was trailing a bear attached to a
log and chain at the time. The gang was in
the rear when we sighted the game.
"I knew Bruin was hard and fast because
he hadn't gone as far as he would had that
log been free. He was a big cinnamon. When
we dawned on the view he was sitting down
with his tongue hanging out extremely as if
he were tired. I figured that he had fought a
killing battle in order to free himself from
the trap and chain-log. There he was—
anchored and exhausted.
"The crowd staid behind with the guns. I
walked up to get a picture of a live bear in
his native haunts. You see, I had one of
these small kodaks and had to get up close.
Next I noticed that Bruin's head was turned
away. I wasn't out for a rear elevation of
bearskin and so I whistled to attract his
attention. Say, if you ever want to attract a
bear's attention try whistling. I never was
so successful at anything in my life. Bruin
whirled around. Just about this time I dis-
covered that he wasn't so worried as he
looked. In fact he seemed absolutely fresh.
"Next I became aware that he was not
bound to the spot by the chain. In fact he
seemed to be approaching with much eclat. It
was at this moment that the hunter's desire
to be alone seized me. I didn't like the sur-
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roundings, anyway. Somehow or other I felt
thai a solitary period of communion with
nature far from the haunts of men and beasts
was what I needed most.
"Acting upon this yearning, emanating from
my subconscious being, 1 began to separate
The facts are sowewhat different. Mr.
Mellen is the Original modest hunter. Mellen
deliberately walked up to the cinnamon, armed
with nothing hut the kodak. He took chances
Of, being everlastingly clawed and chewed for
the game was as ugly as sin and as full of
The Outfit in Camp. (High Living!)
myself from the distasteful scene with a
whole-souled determination that caused great
admiration upon the part of the boys who
were coming up. They shot the bear and re-
moved the deceptive and low-down trap and
log. The first question came from a man I
thought was my friend.
"He asked: "Why did you whistle?' Xow,
what do you think of that !
"When we developed the films that night
one of the negatives presented a weird,
moving-picture effect. I must have thought I
was collecting material for an Orpheum
canvas stunt. All the trees showing on £ke
picture seemed to be agitated, while the
scenery appeared to be departing with much
suddenness. In the center of the film was
something with its mouth open and hooks
extended. I don't care much for the picture
now."
fight as a cornered bob cat. When the bear
turned on Mellen the latter was forced to get
into quick action. He snapped the camera and
started on the getaway. The sudden action
was too much for the slow shutter. It was
one of the nerviest acts a hunter ever did
and the gang was proud of the superintendent
who had the nerve to make the play. How-
ever the crowd couldn't resist whistling at
Mellen once in a while during the remainder
of the hunt.
With two big bear skins to our credit we
were a happy bunch. However, the deer
situation was being neglected and we deter-
mined to turn our attention to that kind of
game for a while. We saw many traces in-
dicating that the antlered herds were travel-
ing away from our immediate vicinity. While
we were discussing plans for bagging the
fleetest game of the region Claude declared
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that it was a shame to ovcrlpok the picturesque
streams about us, where trout of artistic build
seemed to be yearning for artificial-fly bait.
The crowd thereupon voted to go a'fishing.
We chose a stream where the wash of
centuries had cut deeply into the rocks, creat-
ing many ideal casting places for the amateur
Walton. Armed with rods we stalked the
nearest stream. There was, however, no
necessity for lurking behind boulders and
shrubbery that day. The sun did not shine and
the fish were leaping to beat the band.
It was merely the case of toss your fly and
swift play with a greedy trout. The gasp-
ing beauties were brought to net so fast that
the game proved too easy for some of the
boys. One of them tied three hooks to his
line and inside of a minute was playing with
hoppers. He said he had heard that a grass-
hopper would lure the grand daddy of trout
from his siesta at high noon and he wanted
to find out something about it. It only took
Graham a half hour to run down six- grass-
hoppers. He then began operations. The first
two got off his hook. The next three were
pulled off by foxy trout which seized the hop-
pers by the leg. The sixth took advantage of
the excitement and fled the scene.
The trout in American River mountains are
delicious but do not average up in size to
those of Kern river where the finest trout fish-
ing on the Pacific coast is enjoyed. We
secured sufficient fish in two hours to stock
our larder for two days. The largest trout
taken was eighteen inches. The majority were
about ten.
Mcllen Potting "Black Douglas"
three trout on a single line. I am counted an
honest man even in a poker game and I can
swear to the fact of three trout tugging at
one pole, with my hand on my heart and my
wife looking me straight in the eye.
During the play, Graham, the man of ex-
periments, wandered away in search of grass-
■ On this expedition we came upon a spring
tasting of soda and iron. A well defined deer
trail led to the place. We followed the tracks
and discovered the feeding grounds. It was
dark the following morning when the crowd
took up the deer trail using bicycle lamps in
making our way to the feeding grounds. At
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Little-But They are Bears
tlie first peep o' day we separated and took
our positions overlooking the surrounding
country.
"Grasshopper" Graham was the first lucky
man. He sighted a 300-pound buck breaking
through the brush. Graham brought up his
gun and found he couldn't draw a bead. He
pulled down the weapon and looked it over.
The sights were all there. He tried again and
for the first time in his excitement, noted that
a cute little beam from the rising sun was
looking along the barrel right in his eye, as
he afterwards explained.
Time was flying and the buck was about
due to do likewise. Therefore "Grasshopper"
drew as fine as he could in the circumstances
and let go. The report echoed through the
hills and brought every hunter up on the tip-
toe of expectancy. A crashing in the brush
ensued. Parker, who was near, thought he
saw something and opened up in lively fashion.
Sure enough there was something ahead which
sailed for the saddle with much earnestness.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Drake didn't seem
to care for expenses. Whang! Bang! He con-
tinued to throw good money after bad. The
point of disappearing was some distance ahead
and ihis gave Parker the finest chance in the
world to rake his game fore and aft. Graham
hopped about but couldn't get into the game,
lie said afterwards that it was one of the el
dest moments of his life. At the seventh shot
the 'leer dropped, then leaped to its feet and
shot out of sight. Then there was the kind
of language that the telegraph companies will
in >t send and a rush ahead.
When the two got over the saddle they
found the prize buck of the season wounded
and at bay, snorting, stamping and shaking a
pair of magnificent antlers in defiance of its
pursuers. Parker brought down the buck
with a single shot, while "Grasshopper," in
impenetrable gloom, stood upon one foot.
"You beat me to it but I got the second
one," cried the jubilant Parker.
"What's that?" demanded Graham, coming
out of it. "Is this mine?"
"Not on your life," returned Parker.
"Vour's is back there. You dropped it the
first shot."
Returning to the scene of opening a fine
buck was found stretched upon the ground
100 yards from the spot where fell Parker's
prize. The latter weighed 500 pounds (so
Parker avers) and was truly the largest
killed in the mountains for many years.
Jack, the courageous, again displayed his
particular brand of bravery upon this occasion.
As we approached camp we heard a noise
which sounded as if the Apaches had taken
possession and were giving a concert for the
benefit of the victim at the stake. We ran
forward and found our noble chef crouching
behind a stump and pounding away on a" tin
pan for dear life.
"What's the idea?" demanded Drake.
"I thought you was a-stirrin' up more bear
and I wasn't goin' to have any of 'em runnin'
into this camp a-bitin' me," said Jack. Three
of us kicked him at one and the same time.
We now had some fine bear bait and lost
no time in setting the trap again. We located
the lure in an ideal place and dragged entrails
in every direction leading to the trap. Fine
doings ! The next morning we found a fine
cinnamon who seemed to be hatching out a
litter of traps. The chain, fastened securely
this time held, and Mr. Bear was doing his
best to eat the iron links. As we approached
he discovered a new method. He back
to a tree and using his fore feet gave a
and a mighty tug. As a result Brum turnea a
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complete somersault and fell on his back. He
gave a sigh and settled down for a rest in
that position.
The thoughtful Ed. Wood, who was dancing
around waiting for the signal to shoot, cried :
"Look out ! He might chew off his foot." He
then seized a club and, rushing up, hurled it
at the bear. It beats the world what a hunter
will do under exciting circumstances.
The clump of wood struck Bruin in the
stomach. In a moment he was on his feet
chewing the club to pulp and growling enough
for seven bears. A single shot in the head
ended the career of this bear.
With the report we heard something go
crashing through the underbrush to the wind-
trails inside her. So we put on more bait and
arranged affairs so that the game surely would
come to grief on her next visit. Say, that
bear was long on calculation. She was several
calculates ahead of our crowd, as the sequel
proved. The bearess went up against our
cinch proposition by digging under the logs
and walking away with the bait ! We tried
for the foxy animal two more nights, using
honey and other luring feed, but we never
heard from her again.
During our stay of three weeks in these
mountains we secured seven deer in addition
to our bear. We found the grouse and trout
plentiful throughout our stay and every hunt
was characterized by something different.
ward and the crowd piled over there with
every gun ready for business. There was
nothing in sight, but we found signs which
told us the dead cinnamon's mate had waited
within thirty yards of the trap while we ap-
proached and killed the imprisoned game.
We promptly baited the trap for the female,
placing it in "V"-shaped logs. The next morn-
ing the bait was gone, but the trap had not
been sprung. Mamma bear had been wiser
than the old man. Instead of approaching the
spot by the natural route she had climbed the
;ed ends of the logs, made a long reach
i nward and had gone away with all the en-
During the latter end of the -hunt we sought
the higher altitudes and reached snow ground
at 8000 feet, as we afterwards were told.
There was little vegetation save gnarled and
bare trees, which seemed to have little to sup-
port them. One of the strange sights was
greenery and little flowers all about the snow
regions while a multitude of small singing
birds appeared.
We left the American River mountains with
regret, voting the district the best hunting
grounds any member of the party ever invaded.
We expect to make this region again next
season.
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THE TEMPLE
I WALKED today deep in a quiet wood
Where redwoods seem to drink the heavenly blue,
And laurel leaves perfume the morning dew ;
Where tender ferns uncoil— the habitude
Of hooded jays, who break its quietude
With idle talk and seem a motley crew,
O'cr-drcssed in royal garb of brilliant hue — ■
Where life dreams on in holy solitude.
How strange my feet seemed on the rustling floor
Made soft by balmy leaves! The towering trees
Were holy shrines that bid me to adore
God's wondrous life and all its mysteries.
Here life is pristine as in days of yore —
Here dwells the Living God through centuries.
—Sam Exton Foulds.
By Harry H. Dunn
Photos by Oscar Bryn and the Author
HIS is not the story of how I
caught an albacore or got a
bronze button for the killing
of one of the gamiest fish that
swims the western sea, but it
is the tale of a splendid day at
sea, of hours of worthy sport,
and of the final victory of one
who battled well with this
fighter of the sea and won
honorably the trophy he carried away.
Such a fine day it was to me, so full of in-
terest and of incident that I have set it
down because, I thought there might be
others who would be interested in seeing
the photographs, at least, of the battle.
The place was Avalon, on the magic isle
which they have named Catalina ; the time was
the first week in September, and the fishing
all summer for the two principal game fishes —
yellowtail and albacore — had been good. We,
Oscar Bryn, artist, and the writer, jack of all
trades in the writing line, had every reason to
hope that success should perch on our mast
when we came in off the deep that night.
Rosy dawn lay on the coast peaks, crowning
with crimson the fleecy sea of fog which still
hung over the valley. Around the crests of
the hills wreaths of mist yet bound the upper
reaches of the canons, but for the most part
the day was well born into a world of gold
and amethyst and pearl and shell-pink. The
over-arching heavens looked like the interior
of some great sea-shell, some giant haliotis
that Time had cast upon the shores of Eter-
nity.
The hour was 7:30 when the launch drew
up to the little wharf, scarcely more than a
footboard set out in the rim of the biggest
ocean in the world. Mr. McKendrick was
the captain's name ; before the day was over
we called him "Johnnie," and better boatman
never set foot in launch or rowboat.
Across the stern of the boat were set two
chairs, for which we devoutly returned thanks
ere the day had gone far toward its end ; for
he who tries to fight a twenty-pound fish with
one' leg hanging over the side of a pitching
launch will find that he has something handed
to him which is neither sport, pleasure nor
very conveniently planned work.
For four miles we beat straight out to sea,
into the channel, over as smooth a sea as ever
washed the shores of Cyprus or the Ind. In
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the harbor smelt and anchovies had been
plentiful, and we had filled the bait locker with
them ; here not a fish of any kind or size was
to be seen. Evidently the big fish were feeding
off shore or else sulking on the bottom.
Putting over live sardines for bait we
trolled. Then we trolled some more ; up and
down the coast we went probably three or
four miles on each side of our beats, and not
a strike was there for either one. The water
was like glass and the long white riffle from
the launch's screw faded away into the sea
like the cutwater from some giant tuna, feed-
ing on the lesser fishes of the channel.
We had trolled thus twice up and twice
down, when Bryn had a strike. We were
fishing off the stern, he to the right and I to
the left when it came. The silver-sided sar-
dines were floating almost on the surface of
the water, so slowly was the launch pushing
herself through the waves. Suddenly a sharp,
blue-nosed, torpedo-shaped body hurled itself
at the lure, seized the sardine, so close to the
surface of the sea that he broke the crest of
a tiny wave with his rush, and was gone.
Zeee-e-e-e-e-e-c the reel sang, the staccato
note of the trout brook magnified a thousand
times and woven into a real scream of war
from one of the gamiest fish that swims.
There was no question of what my companion
had hooked ; nothing but one of these pirates
of the sea could ever have torn away with
that grip on the line; no fish of these waters —
with all due respect to the yellowtail and the
tuna and the skipjack and all the rest of them
— would have run five hundred feet in his
first rush, as did this fellow, without a break
in his course.
When he started, Bryn gave him the brake
a bit and I reeled in my line as fast as pos-
sible to give him room to play his fish. It
was evident that his strike was something un-
usual either in size or in gameness and at
first he tried the rushing but securely hooked
fish only tentatively, throwing in the brake
ever so lightly lest that thin thread be snapped,
lest that slender rod go by the board.
One hundred, two hundred feet went out
ere one could count the seconds. Then the
red thread that marks the five hundred foot
point was reached with a suddenness that
caused the fisherman to set his leather brake
hard on the running spool. The reel carried
1000 feet of line, even, and before we could
put the launch about and send her after the
flying albacore the fish had torn out 700 feet
of the fine thread that bound him to Death.
To those who have fished for albacore or for
tuna, or even for yellowtail, which last are
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not 1' >nn distance fighters, this may seem
strange, almost incredible, for the alhacorc
which carries 200 yards <>f line is the excep-
tion, and the tuna which fights at this distance
is by no means the rule.
Rut wait : With the aid of the launch and
good handling of the rod, Bryn gained 200
feet on the fish and then he went down, down,
down, and there he tried to stay, swinging
out in great circles which sometimes seemed
completely to encompass the boat, yet which
always brought the fighting albacore back,
directly beneath the angler, half a thousand
feet below him and with his nose pointed
still deeper in the sea.
Then came the fisherman's hardest work, the
gentle act of pumping a fish from the deeps
of blue sea below. Down went the tip of the
rod, till it almost touched the water. Then,
with might and main, the reel held firm, it was
raised, then suddenly lowered, and the slack
line taken up by the willing spool. Possibly
three feet of line were gained at each pump ;
sometimes not even an inch was won from the
wary finned fighter down there out of sight,
battling to keep his hold on life.
In the course of twenty minutes another
hundred feet of line came in, and then a hun-
dred more. As the fish came nearer to the
surface he seemed to fight less strongly ; with
one heavy lift on the slender rod there was a
giving way beneath and the albacor0 rose
almost to the top of the sea with a rush that
left the line lying limp and threw the rod out
in a straight line as if it were glad indeed to
be freed from the long strain.
And with the rise the albacore went out,
out, out, again, until he had won back far
more in his horizontal run than he had ever
taken with him on his headlong dive into the
depths. Five hundred feet from the launch
and the rod and the man at the butt of it the
fish fought a good fight. Sometimes he took
out another hundred feet or so, but as a rule
he was contented to fight at his own length of
line. ,
For a half circle he fought, now almost on
the surface of the water but never breaking
the unruffled blue; now down ten, fifteen,
twenty-five feet, but always pulling, always
shaking his head, ever trying some new trick
to dislodge the barb in his mouth. But the
lure held, the line neither frayed on the
guides nor raveled at the swivel as lines some-
times do, and at last his lordship came in,
fighting every inch of the way, showing at
times the mere edge of his dorsal, if such it
might be called, as he ended a wide rush in a
straightaway dash from the boat.
Slowly Bryn brought him alongside, turned
half on one flank, white with the pearly white-
ness of things seen beneath the sea ; blue with
the azure hues which mark the royal backs of
his kind the world over. At the side of the
boat, with a last flirt of his powerful tail,
that propeller which had in the course of his
life driven him so many thousand miles and
which had aided him so staunchly and so well
in the battle he had just lost, with a last
splashing blow upon the sea, he turned over,
the gaff was driven into his gills, and the end
of his story was written.
At Avalon he weighed twenty-five pounds ;
doubtless when he was taken he would have
tipped the beam at twenty-eight pounds, for
he lost a lot of blood and the evaporation of
moisture from the flesh on a day of such gen-
eral heat as was this, would have accounted
for many pounds.
Altogether the battle lasted exactly two
hours and three minutes, pretty close to the
record for a fish of this species and size, and
both the fisherman and the writer can testify
that the battle was a worthy one, hard fought
from start to finish, with no chance of rest
for either victor or vanquished.
The fight was worth while, just as a mem-
ory to carry the fisherman through the
months until he should have a chance to wet
his line again in the salt sea, but when there
was the further reward of the bronze button
which the club gives to all who take an alba-
core of more than twenty pounds weight, it
was the final feather in the cap of the success-
ful angler.
After we brought Mr. Bryn's fish into the
boat we gave up trolling, for none of the
other boats lying round about seemed to be
doing anything, and began chumming. Now
chumming is one of the gentlest of the angler's
arts. If he has the right thing to chum with,
and finds the place to throw it where fish are
wont to look for. food, he is pretty apt to make
some catches that will make rivals' eyes a
shade more prominent.
In short, chumming is the throwing out of
chopped up bait on the surface of the sea in
the hope of attracting fishes to come and feed.
When they begin to gather thickly, he puts
over his hook, baited with some attractive lure,
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and generally gets more fish than he can
carry home in a boat. On the wharves, chum-
ming for smelt and other small fish of inshore
waters is usually done with bran, chopped up
lobster or tine cuts of small mackerel, but out
here in the open sea, fishing for we know not
what so long as it was big and gamy and
full of fight, we threw out a circle of whole
sardines for twenty feet around the boat.
Ten minutes before we had been trolling
over this very spot, with not a fish in sight
save the one Bryn was fighting. Five minutes
after we threw out the chum all the way from
ten to thirty albacore were playing all around
the boat. They would come up almost to the
surface of the water, seize a sardine and be
gone like a flash of blue light in the green sea.
Every minute or two one of these big mackerel
would stop his torpedo-like rush a few feet
from the boat and give us a fine view of his
round body as he slid away beneath the waves,
not in the least frightened by the launch or the
close proximity of human beings, whom the
fish could not help but see.
With the albacore were a few skipjacks,
smaller than the average of the albacore, and
even more bold. They are quicker than a
flash of light, these skipjacks, and they hit bits
of fish floating on the sea with the precision
of a well-aimed rifle ball. Death rides hard
on their trail when they hit a school of small
fish, and when they strike a hook there is
always something doing for the man on the
other end of the line.
They bite harder and surer than the alba-
core, and while the battle is on they fight with
a fiercer series of rushes, though they do
not have the unpleasant habit of sounding to
which the albacore has fallen heir. On the
surface of the sea they are clever, tricky
fighters, well versed in all the wiles of the
game.
The skipjack can shake a hook from his
mouth better than any other fish whose ac-
quaintance I have ever made, and, though 1
regret to report that I have never seen a
skipjack do this, I believe he can stand on
his tail and do a double flip-flop to help him
dislodge the barb. When skipjacks or albacore
are hungry, there is little on the earth, in the
sea or in the heavens at which they will not
strike. A bone jig, if new and white, is a
good lure, but a piece of red flannel trailed a
bit back of the hook is just as good.
We could have been catching albacore and
skipjacks there around that patch of chum
yet, if the supply of fish and of bait had held
out. As it was, we quit when we had two or
three apiece, and as all of these were smaller
than the one taken by Bryn we turned them
back to the sea ere they died and had the
satisfaction of seeing them swim away, ap-
parently unharmed by their little trip into the
outer air.
But fishing from a stationary boat, however
plenty the fish prove to be, is not to be com-
pared with trolling, just as trolling from a
launch is not to be mentioned in the same
breath with trolling from a sailboat going down
the wind with every sail drawing just enough
and no more. We soon tired of the chumming
game, and leaving a swirl of blue-backed fish
around the rapidly disappearing scum of sar-
dines which we had cast upon the surface of
the sea, we flew for Avalon, arrived at which
place we weighed and recorded the fish and
were quite ready for dinner and the soft
sheets of the bed.
If you who read this don't think fighting a
twenty-five pound albacore — which is a minia-
ture tuna — for two hours is hard work, just
go out into a half a thousand feet of water
some sunny afternoon and try the job. Before
you go you might ask Oscar Bryn about it —
he knows, he did it.
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THE REDBIRD'S MISSION
A RAGGED network darkly traced
** Against a sullen, dreary sky.
Where barren branches, interlaced,
Toss restlessly, tormented by
The chilling wind that boldly sweeps
Across a waste of tangled sedge;
Bare hills that lift their rugged steeps
To reach the vast horizon's edge.
A dull gray earth ; a turbid stream
Of dull gray water winding through
The faded meadows. Not one gleam
Of warmer color cheers the view ;
Earth, water, sky — all wrapt in gloom.
As Nature, grieving o'er her lack
Of pleasing hues, sits at her loom
And sadly weaves the gray with black.
When lo! a scarlet thread appears
Within the fabric *neath her hand;
And Nature, smiling through her tears,
With deftness weaves the glowing band.
Now here, now there its flashing light
Wrought in the pattern on her loom
Makes all the wintry landscape bright,
And gone is every hint of gloom.
—Marian Phelps.
OF FISH WE CAUGHT
T H ERE comes a time in every year
' When certain things we can relate,
Though criticism comes — severe !
(This privilege is man's estate)
So in a manner smooth, sedate,
We hold our audience at bay
And tell, in terms affectionate,
Of fish we caught — some other day.
Of course to truth we must adhere,
(Some fishermen exaggerate)
That may be why some people sneer,
Especially about the weight;
But in the Winter, 'round the grate
Our fancy has some right to stray;
So don't be jealous, let us prate
Of fish we caught — some other day.
This fashion bounds the hemisphere :
No neighborhood you penetrate
But what these stories you can hear
From scholar and illiterate;
The great point is the kind of bait
And, lest you ignorance betray,
You'll not these tales investigate
Of fish we caught — some other day.
ENVOY
Prince, I don't wish to domineer,
But when the Parson starts to pray
Just stop their telling, 'round my bier
Of fish they caught — some other day.
—Marion N, Baker.
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MY FIRST TIGER HUNT
4>
By Will Frakes
ELIS ONCA, the Jaguar, South
American Tiger, or "Old Spots ;"
as he is commonly called by the
hunters, is about as savage, dan-
gerous, and ferocious as a
grizzly bear. He is large and
powerful enough to break a
cow's neck at a single stroke
with one of his great paws, a
thing he has often been known
to do. The Jaguar is certainly the king of all
South American animals ; and to overcome and
kill this monarch of the jungles is the highest
ambition of most hunters that go to that wild,
beautiful region to hunt.
Therefore, when I arrived in South America
and drifted out to the frontiers, I was natur-
ally like all the rest; I wanted to kill a tiger.
In fact, I was in a great hurry to kill one
tiger at least. But wanting to kill the beast,
and killing him, are two vastly different things,
as I found out by many years of experience
and hunting after that, in the Gran Chaco
Forests of Northern Argentine Republic.
In the first place a tiger is not always so
easy to find when you want to kill him; and
again, it is no child's play killing him after he
is found. For "Old Spots" is liable to make it
a two-handed game at any instant of the play,
and if he does you are alrnost certain at the
time to wish that you wasn't there, even if
you get away with the fight afterward.
Of course the novice has heard all this many
a time, but he never takes it very seriously till
some day he runs up against a tiger in a
jungle, where he can not get away from the
animal, and has to stand his ground and fight.
Still, a tiger does not always fight when you
come on to him. In fact the chances are about
even that he will let you alone if you do not
start the fight yourself.
But there are some tigers that will charge
on a man the instant he comes within sight in
close quarters. And if he does, no matter how
courageous you may be, nor how good a shot,
you are certainly in a terribly dangerous posi-
tion for a few seconds. For if you miss your
aim, or only wound him, it will be a miracle
if you escape with your life, for you are sure
to be almost literally torn to pieces. Yet
these tigers are not man-eaters; and bad and
dangerous as they are, they are not to be
compared to the Bengal tiger of India, nor to
the lion of Africa for danger.
When I first went out into the jungle coun-
try I had my mind made up to massacre the
first tiger I came in contact with ; and I also
had my mind made up to come in contact
with the first tiger I could. But after I had
been out there awhile, and saw a man carried
in who had been killed by one, for some cause
or other my mind changed. I wanted to kill
a tiger just as badly as ever and maybe worse,
but not bad enough to go very far into a
jungle after -him.
The first tiger hunt that I ever took I went
with an Englishman by the name of Mr. Wil-
liam King, a famous hunter and a crack shot.
He had taken in many a tiger in his day, and
said he knew of a place in the forests where
we could have a mix-up with one of the
bloody brutes in the course of eight or ten
days at most. "For sometimes they're bloody
hard to find, don't you know, even when
there's plenty of them."
We each carried a rifle, a long-barreled .44
calibre six-shooter and a good knife. We also
took plenty of ammunition, for there were
always a few wild Indians roaming around
through the forest, and although they were not
particularly bad they would kill a man if they
got a good chance. They were just danger-
ous enough to keep one forever on the lookout,
and caused a great deal of trouble and watch-
fulness that otherwise would 'not have been
necessary.
We took provisions to last a week or so;
and went out about three leagues from the
estancia (a cattle farm) and camped on the
banks of a little river that ran through part
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of the ('.ran ChaCO Forests. The country
was literally alive with doer and ostriches, and
many Other kinds of game. We also saw
quite a number of tiger tracks that certainly
had been made within the last two days ; for
two days before there had been a heavy rain
and these tracks had not been rained in.
King said it was a good place to hunt, so we
camped and prepared to stay there for a few
days at least.
After we had been hunting two or three
days, without having killed any tigers, I came,
One evening, on to some very fresh tiger tracks
leading into a small jungle. I circled the
jungle and saw that the brute had not come
out ; and knew to a certainty that he was in
there, and at no great distance at that. Now
I did something that I never heard nor read
of any other hunter ever doing before. You
may not be able to believe it, but I assure you
that it is a fact : I did not charge into that
jungle, and tear it all to pieces, and shoot the
spots all off the tiger as I had intended to do,
and as nearly all hunters do — in books.
Instead, I peeped around very cautiously,
listening to try if I could hear anything in
there; and finally decided that the jungle
was too thick, that I couldn't get into it, and
went to camp. I never fully realized till then
what a vast difference there is in reading and
in thinking about danger — and actually facing
it. I can assure you, boys, that when you come
up against the real goods you will find the
difference is far greater than you expected.
I was not afraid, I had plenty of courage, but
some way it didn't seem to be wound up quite
tight enough. Courage is a quality that fluc-
tuates a good many degrees sometimes, and a
tiger is about the worst thing I ever saw to
cause a sudden fluctuation.
I said nothing to King about my little ad-
venture, but casually asked him what he would
do if he found a tiger in a small jungle.
"Why, I'd go in there and shoot the bloody
bones out of him," said he.
This made me feel slightly smaller than I
was ; still I made up my mind that I'd wait
till I found a tiger in the open, before I
started in to bloody up his bones too much ;
for "Old Spots" is rather a noted bone-
bloodier himself, and I didn't care to have my
bones mussed up by him if I could help it.
Several days after that I happened to pass
by that same jungle again and concluded to
go in and see what kind of a place it was.
The place did not look quite so thick to me
now as it did when I knew that the tiger was
in there. For I felt quite sure that he was not
in there then. But what if he was! was I not
tiger hunting?
But after I had got into the jungle a short
distance the tiger tracks looked very fresh ;
there were plenty of them ; and be as careful
as I could, I could not get along through the
brush and high grass without making quite a
little noise. Any animal that might be in
there could certainly hear me, and would
thereby have a decided advantage if it wanted
to attack me. The case looked pretty serious,
still I did not like the idea of being bluffed
out just by the tiger's track; so I decided to
see a little more of it. But I had quite a
scuffle with my courage before I could get
enough of it gathered up .to take me any
farther in. And then it was so elusive that I
didn't make much headway.
Courage seems to me to be something like
this : It begins at one notch and goes up to
100, that being the top. Unfortunately, how-
ever, mine stopped before it got up that high !
My courage stands very nicely at about 27.
Now, 27 is all right for rabbits and ducks, in
fact all small game ; but it will never do for
tigers and wild Indians. A man has to have
his courage wound up to about 98 before he
can go into a jungle where he knows there is
a live tiger ; and then he wants to have his
hand on the crank, ready to give about two
more turns right quick when the tiger shows
up, or he can't stand.
Well, after considerable trouble I managed
to get mine up to about 41, and went very
cautiously into the jungle a little farther. I
was peeping around, undecided whether to go
any farther in or 'not, when all at once I
thought I heard a sound. I stopped instantly',
held my breath, and listened attentively. In
a moment or two I heard the sound again,
there was no mistake about it this' time; it
sounded like a low, coarse growl.
My courage instantly slipped off the notch,
and ran clear down below one before you could
say scat. The sound was repeated, and I got
out of there. But my gun, hat, most of my
clothing, and some hide and hair, was in there.
But no blood ; it hadn't had time to run yet ;
for I had made it through about one hun-
dred yards of "cat-claw" brush in something
less than thirteen seconds !
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At the outer edge of the jungle I halted for
a moment to get my breath, and that deep,
savage growl was repeated once more, "nearer,
clearer, deadlier than before." Parajyzed with
fear I looked behind me, and saw — a tiger the
size of an elephant ? No ! I saw an old locust
tangled up in a big spider's web, and buzzing
away for dear life.
This made me furious. I wanted to fight. I
looked at my hands ; they were all scratched
up. My breeches were in tatters, and my
pretty blue shirt, with white and red specks on
it, was entirely ruined. I grabbed a club and
smashed that infernal locust to a jelly. I
would have smashed the spider, too, but I
couldn't see him. I also made a few remarks
that I happened to think of about that time,
and then started back into the jungle as
fast as I could walk, to get my hat and gun.
I didn't care whether I met a tiger or not.
But after I got in quite a ways, I thought
maybe it would be a good idea to slow down a
little, for it was such a nice place for a tiger
that there might be one in there after all.
Well, T got my hat and gun, washed the
blood off my hands and face, and went to
camp.
"Why how in the world did you get
scratched up so?" asked King.
"In the brush, of course," said I — and I said
it real cross, too, so he wouldn't ask any more
about it.
* * *
Thus ended my first tiger hunt. Now, I
never heard before, nor read of a hunt that
turned out quite like this; but from strong
circumstantial evidence, and many years' ex-
perience in the jungles of South America, I
have just a vague suspicion that they occasion-
ally do.
ENGLISH SPORT
Bv R. Clapham
PART VI--RABBITS, AND the Rook-Rii
LTHOUGH the above title may
lead the reader to imagine
that I am departing from the
more exciting and popular
forms of shooting in these
articles, yet I can assure him
that a day or two's rabbit
shooting with a small-bore
rifle is an amusement not to
be scoffed at, besides teaching
the embryo sportsman many little tricks
which will be useful to him in after years,
when the humble covey has given place to
the Scottish red-deer, or the big-game of
foreign countries.
In the spring and early summer months,
sport, -at least with the gun, is at a stand-
still ; and with the exception of otter hunt-
ing and fishing the sportsman has much
time on his hands which can be pleasantly
occupied by strolling round the coverts or
rocky pastures with a rifle, in search of
outlying rabbits.
On nearly every English estate rabbits
are plentiful, especially where the ground
is at all suitable. In the southern counties
these animals burrow in the coverts and
over the low-lying land, and in the north of
England they literally swarm amongst the
rough upland pastures, and rocky slopes,
where the coarse grass and general sur-
roundings form an ideal habitat.
For miles around my own home in West
Yorkshire the rabbits swarm in thousands,
the land being hilly and rock covered, with
the purple grouse moors stretching away
above, into the hazy distance. Using the
shotgun and three or four ferrets, great
sport can be had amongst the limestone
cliffs and rocks, where each hole and corner
hides a rabbit and the shooting is all in the
open. The coverts also are full of rabbits,
and the great difficulty everywhere is to
keep down their numbers. At one time
much of the higher ground held its quota
of hares, but in late years these have de-
parted to lower ground, owing to the depre-
dations of poachers who work at a large
rock quarry in the neighborhood, and also
on account of the increase in the rabbit
stock. As red-deer hate to feed on ground
once soiled by sheep, so do the hares object
to rabbit-stained ground, and though the
high land holds enough hares to give good
sport to a pack of beagles, the stock is not
enough to depend on for shooting.
Most of our rabbit-shooting on a large
scale is done in the autumn and winter
months, when the rabbits are in the best
condition; but in the spring and early sum-
mer, much sport can be had with a small-
bore rifle. When using a shotgun I have
had excellent sport with a spaniel or a fox-
terrier as companion, and where rabbits
are plentiful in the woods, with good piles
of underbrush for them to lie in, the terrier
or spaniel will turn them out as fast as one
cares to shoot. Walking the rough, tus-
socky pasture fields is also productive of
good fun, for the little brown beasts lie
out in fine weather, making their "seats"
among the longer grass, and they can be
put up, and offer good, open shooting.
When beating the covers in the regular
way for pheasants and other game, many
rabbits find their way into the bag, being
shot as they dart across the "rides" or
open places where the guns are stationed.
A terrier becomes very cute at rabbit-
hunting in cover, and the tricks a good dog
will resort to are often very amusing. I
shot over a cunning old customer of this
kind for many years, and he was as good a
dog at rabbiting as one need wish for. He
would always dive into a brush pile so as
to put out the rabbit on my side of it, and
Deing extremely quick on his legs, and very
fast, many rabbits were nailed by him be-
fore they had time to get fairly away. He
was a first-rate retriever, and for killing
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water-rats, cats, etc., as well as going to
ground after foxes, a better dog never lived.
It takes a hard-bitten terrier to kill some
of the big poaching house-cats which grow
almost to the size of the genuine wild-cat,
but Spot never flinched in such encounters.
-These poaching cats are a serious menace
to both ground-game and game birds, and
should be destroyed at every opportunity.
I remember one morning, when sitting at
breakfast, one of these poaching brutes
crossed the garden en route for the wood
above. Spot was lying on the hearth-rug in
front of the fire, so I tucked him under my
arm and slid quietly out on the poacher's
trail. I went but a few yards into the wood
before I saw the cat slowly walking down
a long straight path, quite unconscious of
our presence. The path was thickly grass
covered, so I put Spot down, pointed out
the quarry and off he darted.
The little dog got fairly into his stride
and simply flew over the ground, the grass
deadening his footsteps. When within a
yard of his quarry the cat saw him, but too
late, however, for the dog ran into him and
turned a complete somersault, the two of
them mixed in a heap. I nearly choked
with laughter, but before I could get up the
cat's back was broken and Spot was shak-
ing it like a wet rag.
Rabbits bolt better before a ferret in the
morning, and as a rule the afternoon sport
is not so good. A windy day is better than
a still one, and great care should be taken
when approaching any holes to walk as
quietly as possible, for the ground is a
good conductor of sound, and the vibra-
tions of footsteps will warn all rabbits
underground that an enemy is awaiting
them should they bolt into the open.
When ferreting, it is not unusual to have
a ferret "lie up" in a burrow, especially if
young rabbits happen to be in it during
the early season or when a rabbit gets into
a cul-de-sac and refuses to bolt. The ferret
then often kills the stubborn bunny, and
after feeding on it quietly goes to sleep in
the hole. Of course, when using three or
four ferrets a man can be left to look out
for the recalcitrant and bring him on later,
thus not retarding sport for the rest of the
day. White ferrets are, I think, the best
to use, being more docile and tractable
than their cross-bred fellows, which are
The Author and his dog "Spot"
(A first-class rabbit dog)
Rabbiting on the Scars of West Yorkshire
His First Rabbit
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called the "polecat" variety. The latter are
a cross between the ordinary ferret and
the true British polecat, and arc usually a
grizzly brown in color, and larger in body
than the white variety.
When ferreting rabbits for the market,
or to import for breeding purposes, it is
best to use purse-nets, or square-nets over
the holes, so as to capture the rabbits in
good condition, when they may be kept
alive to improve the breed in other places,
or quickly killed without spoiling them with
shot.
An old man in the village, quite a char-
acter in his way, was a devotee of this kind
of sport, always using nets, and when we
slyly uncovered a hole, and shot a bolting
rabbit, his language was certainly quaint
and to the point. The old fellow had the
run of our home coverts, and would often
come up for a day's ferreting, taking a
couple home for his own use.
I have wandered away, however, from the
title of this article, and must hark back' to
sport with the rifle in the early part of the
season.
During the summer months hundreds of
rabbits may be seen sitting out in the fields
surrounding the coverts, or among the
rocks and screes of the uplands. After a
rainy day in June or July the rabbits sit
out in great numbers towards the evening,
when the little rifle can be used to great
advantage. You must know the ground
well, and approach your quarry from a
point which enables you to have a back-
ground for your bullet in case of a miss.
When shooting at rabbits in old sand-pits,
or among rocks at the foot of a cliff or
steep hill, any amount of safe practice may
be had.
Much skill is necessary in the approach
to your game, the direction of the wind and
the lay of the ground both have to be con-
sidered. When you have made a success-
ful stalk, and dropped your rabbit with
scarce a kick at sixty yards distance, you
feel a satisfaction over the shot closely
akin to that when bigger game is slain,
with a more powerful weapon. It is far
from as easy as it sounds to thus pick off
such' game, for a rabbit, at anything over
fifty yards, in the grass, is but a very tiny
mark. A straight eye and a steady hand
are essential to even this form of sport, but
an evening's walk may be enlivened by the
chance of a dozen or more shots as above
described.
Although the rabbit is a destructive little
beast, especially to trees, the bark and
lower limbs of which he will gnaw off,
he is yet capable of affording considerable
amusement to the sportsman, especially if
he is confined to such districts where he
can do the least harm. This little beast
forms the food of foxes and other vermin,
which, if it were not for him, would prey
on other, and more valuable game, so he
acts as a buffer between such destructive
forces and game of more worth than him-
self.
Most shootings are the best where a fair
sprinkling of rabbits are allowed to mix
with the other game which is found on the
land. To shoot rabbits neatly in covert is
one of the best tests of marksmanship I can
think of. It is snap-shooting — either a clean
kill or a miss. With constant practice some
men are adepts at this form of sport. Shoot
as soon as your eye catches sight of the
game, and never wait for a better chance or
more open shot. Enormous bags of rab-
bits have been made in a day in warrens
by turning them out of their holes.
ONE WET JANUARY DAY
By Edward C. Crossman
PULLED the trigger and the
grouse, a full hundred and fifty
yards away, doubled up and fell
to earth. What a beauty that
new ejector sixteen was ! Be-
fore I could pick up the grouse
a heavy hand fell on my shoul-
der and a voice said :
"Get up, it's four o'clock.' It
will be light in an hour and
the ducks are flying."
Another shake and I rose up for an instant
and gazed sleepily at the disturber of my
slumbers. I sank down again into the soft
embrace of that blessed bed and a thousand
soft feathery fingers clung to me while the
voice of Sleep whispered in my ears :
"Don't go, what's the use? It is dark and
cold outside and the wind is blowing a gale.
You will get all cold and wet and benumbed,
all for a few ducks. Stay here and sleep."
"Bill," roared the voice of the disturber,
"the mallards are coming in and if you don't
hurry we won't get dowri to the slough by
daylight. Get up and try out that new gun
you're so proud of."
The vision of the lines of hurrying ducks
with their whistling wings, and of the new
gun in its case by the bed just begging to be
taken out and shot, flamed through my sleepy
brain like a flash of lightning through the
murk of a cloudy night. The soft fingers
lost their power, the whispers of Sleep fell on
unheeding ears and I leaped from my couch
and into my hunting clothes in a jiffy.
Downstairs in the comfortable kitchen of
the farmhouse my host had a great fire burn-
ing and the delicious odor of coffee came to
my pleased nostrils. I suddenly became aware
of the possession of an empty and ambitious
stomach clamoring for work. A cold January
wind was whistling around the house, making
the fire roar and ever and anon throwing a
dash of rain against the windows with swish-
ing rattle as a sample of what we might ex-
pect outside.
"Fine morning," called my friends with a
smile.
While my host fried the spluttering ham
and attended to other details of the breakfast,
I took my gun out of its new case and slid
the slim blue barrels into their place. Was
there ever a sound more musical to the sports-
man's ear than the clink of the barrels of that
trusted gun as he puts it together in prepara-
tion for the day's hunt ! At the sound, the two
magnificent Chesapeake Bay retrievers dozing
by the fire with occasional gentle thumps of
their bushy tails, leaped up with whines of
ecstacy, and rubbing against me, assured me
with the gleam of their brown eyes and with
many contortions of their bodies that they
were more than ready to bring back the
ducks that might fall before that gun. Hand-
some fellows ! No need to explain to them
what all this early morning bustle and prepara-
tion meant.
Twenty minutes later, with a generous
breakfast stowed away, myself, host and the
two dogs embarked in a trim built skiff at the
landing, a hundred yards from the house, and
set off for the slough, three miles below.
My friend took the oars and the boat went
shooting down the river while I sat in the
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stern with the dogs on either side. I watching
for signs of the flying quackers and the dogs
gravely estimating how many plunges into
their loved element the morning would bring
them The morning was cold, with a
tion of snow, and the gale whistled and roared
through the trees that lined the river, tearing
off the few remaining leaves from their
branches and sending a never-ending proces-
sion of whitecaps slapping against the sides
of our skill'.
Away over to the East a gleam showed the
approach of the day, but along the river the
grey shroud of the fading night prevented us
from seeing anything except the outline of
the giant trees along the bank with their
tossing branches.
Some three miles below our starting point
a slough or bayou of still water opened up
ami we suddenly shot from the troubled
w-aters of the river into the calm of this little
harbor. The light was getting brighter and
objects along the bank began to take form in
the gray obscurity.
"We'll have to hurry up and get our decoys
out or we will miss the first flights," said my
friend, and taking the extra pair of oars I
kin my back to the task of driving the boat
through the quiet waters of the slough. In a
short distance the slough widened out into a
marsh, full of rushes and interspersed here
and there with patches of open water. Wind-
ing among these clumps of reeds we finally
arrived at a pond of open water almost com-
pletely surrounded by the tall rushes. Hur-
riedly setting out our decoys, we pushed the
boat into a clump of the rushes, hiding us
from the view of the birds but giving us a
good view of the pond with its two hundred
feet of length.
To the south we could see the long lines of
ducks streaming in from the direction of the
river, and from somewhere above us in the
grey sky came the small eerie honk, honk of
the wild goose, already on the wing for the
warmer Southland. Suddenly my friend
touched my arm and pointed. Over toward
the river I saw a small bunch of ducks, com-
ing directly for us with the speed of an ex-
press train. They were about four hundred
yards away and I gripped my gun and
crouched, waiting for the time to cut loose.
They headed directly for our pond and I
raised my gun a little, ready to fire.
"Wait." said my friend, gripping my arm
softly.
The little flock, twenty or so fat mallards,
whizzed over our pond with no check of
speed, passing about fifty yards away and not
a dozen feet above the tops of the rushes.
"Wait," again cautioned my friend and I,
accustomed to the shoot-on-sight game of the
upland birds, quail and prairie chicken, waited
with but poor grace.
The leader caught sight of our decoys, hesi-
tated, then turning on graceful wing, the whole
flock came circling back towards us. They
came in with soft hiss of wings, and checked
speed just a little preparatory to alighting
with that "souse" of the big duck as he takes
to the water.
"Now !" snapped my friend, in the tone of
voice that old Hull must have used when he
gave the word to the eager crew of the Con-
stitution to pour their fire into the smoke-
clouded Guerriere alongside. Crack snapped
the smokeless in my little sixteen. Boom
roared the ten-gauge powder cannon alongside
me and the resulting cloud of blue smoke
from the black powder rode off on the wings
of the gale. The foremost mallard folded his
wings and hit the water with a hearty splash
while back in the thick of the flock another
obeyed the summons of the ten gauge and
took the water, with no further interest in
things mundane. As the ducks swiftly flared
and climbed skyward, the little sixteen
claimed another victim, while with the boom
of the ten gauge a mallard with broken wing
half fell, half sailed down to the rushes along
our little pond.
"Fine work. Bill," howled the other fellow,
with a hearty slap on the back that I could
very well have spared, "and with a little pop-
gun at that."
"All right, Rex," he said to the younger
dog, crouched with tensed muscles and
quivering bod}', waiting for the word. There
was a splash and the dog was forging through
the water like a little brown steamboat after
the ducks floating out in the pond and fast
drifting away under the impulse of the gale.
"Wow, wow !" complained the older dog,
fidgeting about and looking up in his master's
face with surprise as the younger dog was
given the first permission to go. "Get that
cripple, Jack," said Jim, pointing over in the
reeds where the crippled duck had disappeared.
Standing not upon the order of his going and
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nearly capsizing the boat in his haste, Jack
half swam, half ran through the shallow
water and disappeared in the reeds.
"He'll never get that duck, Jim," said I.
"You wait and see," retorted Jim, "he had
that duck spotted before he hit the water and
. the duck will have to be smarter than any I
have yet seen to get away."
Rex came swimming back with two of the
ducks, casting anxious glances the while back
over his shoulder to where the third duck
still floated. Jim reached down and took the
two ducks and the plucky brown fellow
turned around and went after the third mal-
lard.
"You fine fellow !" said I, giving him a hug
on his return into the boat and he looked at
me rather sheepishly. Being young, he was
unused to the praise that the older dogi ex-
pected and appreciated, and carefully sitting
down on my dry seat to drain, he %vagged his
tail and looked for more worlds in the shape
of mallard ducks to conquer.
The guns hardly reloaded and the ducks
stowed away, another bunch appeared heading
for us and we crouched down. They repeated
the performance of their predecessors, the
mallards, but just as they turned and came
over our decoys, Jack, with the cripple in his
mouth and a grin of satisfaction a foot wide
on his mobile countenance, burst out of the
reeds with a splatter and headed for the boat.
At the sight of the dog the ducks — red heads,
by the way — flared like lightning and were
climbing like so many sky rockets before we
realized the trouble. We played at long bowls
with the red heads as they went shooting into
the grey sky and the little sixteen and the ten
each took a duck out of the flock. As my
bird turned over and started down in response
to the sharp invitation of the sixteen, my
friend Jim, turned and looked at the little gun
with amazement.
"What kind of an all-fired gun is that, any-
how ? I was lucky to get one of those fel-
lows with the ten, and I thought you might
just as well throw your hat at the ducks as
shoot at them at fifty yards with that toy,"
and he looked at it hard, as though he ex-
pected to find some sort of unsportsmanlike
contrivance concealed in the blue barrels. I
merely grinned. We had argued the question
the night before and I simply waited to let
the gun speak for itself in more senses than
one.
Jack delivered his cripple, still struggling,
and then turned to race with his younger
companion for the two red heads out in the
pond. The dogs returned with their prizes
and we assisted them, dripping and wet, into
the boat. This is the drawback of using re-
trievers, the four or five gallons of water that
they invariably bring back into the boat.
"What did you say about not getting that
cripple?" inquired Jim, patting the Chesa-
peake affectionately.
Every now and then the sun peeped out
through some wind-torn rift in the grey veil
above us, lighting up the vast marsh and
showing the great flights of ducks wending
their way from the marshes along the river to
the grain fields lying to the west. A flock of
sprigs came shooting along high above us,
their colors showing plainly in the temporary
gleam of the sun. Arriving over us our
decoys attracted their attention, and very un-
spriglike they came shooting down like hawks
after a chicken, no flying around in circles for
them. Their very carelessness and precipita-
tion saved their bacon. My bird dropped
below my fire before I realized how fast they
were dropping and I missed him cleanly. The
ten-gauge spouted its cloud of smoke, and the
breeze dropping for a moment the smoke
shrouded the water and cut off our view.
When it blew aside one of the sprigs was down
in the water but the rest of the flock were so
far away they looked like specks.
I was disgusted. "Why in Sam Hill don*t
you throw that cannon away or shoot smoke-
less powder?" I inquired, rather crossly.
"Well, whenever you can show me a gun
that will do the work of this old gui., then I'll
make a trade," retorted my friend, patting the
clumsy old hammer cannon as though he had
something to be proud of.
I didn't like to do it but here was a man
who needed some enlightenment. So I said :
"You take my gun for a while, don't lead
them quite so much, and if you don't get just
as many with less recoil and less discomfort to
yourself then I'll say nothing more about
guns."
He handed over the ten-gauge with a grin
and took my little twenty-six-inch sixteen.
The significance of the grin came to me
later.
The mallards came faster and faster, some
of them keeping clear of our pond but other
flocks shooting directly over the water in
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front of us. Tiny flew very low, sometimes
ii.. i over a dozen feet from the water, lint
they had the grain fields in their minds and
our decoys didn't seem to equal the attractions
of the stray kernels out there in the fields.
At last a flock seemed to recognize our decoys
as being acquaintances of theirs and came
swooping back along the pond preparatory to
lighting. Jim shot first and one of the great
ducks with stiffly set wings sailed down almost
to the boat before taking the water. I swung
the heavy gun with the leading bird, pulled the
trigger and !
Did you ever try taking a bath in ice cold
water on a January morning? If you
haven't, try it and see how thankful you feel
at not having to do it every morning. The
first thing that greeted my ears after I got the
water out of them, was the sound of loud
vulgar laughter that could have been heard up
to the farm house. To some people the mis-
fortunes of others are the funniest things that
can happen. . Such a sense of humor is to be
regretted.
"Where did you have that gun, on the end
of your nose?" inquired my erstwhile friend,
between his yells of merriment.
"No, I didn't have it on the end of my
nose," I retorted gruffly, "but I was shooting
a cannon that some backwoods hermit had
loaded half full of powder. Darn the luck,
anyhow, what did I want to trade guns for?"
Jim climbed weakly out into the shallow
water and pulled the boat through the reeds
to shore, chuckling now and then in a sense-
less fashion that irritated me. We built a
fire of some pin oak branches that luckily
were on the ridge where we landed, and peel-
ing off my wet garments I soon was warm and
comparatively dry and ready for business
again.
By this time the mallards were'fairly knock-
ing down the rushes in their mad flight and
we pushed hurriedly out into our shelter again.
The ducks were coming in all round us and
it was a case of load and fire and load again
as quick as our numb fingers could dig the
shells out of our pockets. I offered to trade
back, but my friend wanted to thoroughly
try out the little gun, so I kept the cannon.
By bracing myself firmly and holding it as
tightly as possible, I escaped any more baths ;
but oh ! the pounding that I did get. I was so
used to the 12s or 16s with their light quick
recoil that the pound of the big ten with its
five drams of black powder felt like the kick
of the comic paper "Maud"-mule.
Jim was a good shot, and after he got the
lead knocked the big ducks down as regularly
as he pulled the trigger of the little gun.
His face began to shine with pleasure as the
little sixteen cut down duck after duck, and
I began to wonder if I was to be condemned
to shoot the ten the rest of the day. Catching
his eye I silently extended the big gun towards
him, but he discovered or pretended to dis-
cover just at that moment a duck coming our
way and turned his back to me.
The dogs were as happy as good hunting
dogs can be and as they made their trips out
into the pond and back with their feathered
loads, the pile of ducks in the boat grew larger
and larger.
The teal were whistling all round us but as
one mallard would make about three teal, we
decided to confine our attention to the larger
ducks. A couple of mallards came whizzing
along the opposite side of the pond, fully fifty
yards away, evidently behind time and doing
all they could to get back on schedule. As
they evinced no intention of stopping, I cut
loose at the leader. The gun kicked me
viciously on the shoulder blade and from the
feeling I would have been willing to bet that
all the energy had been applied to kicking my
long suffering shoulder, but the mallard shot
down to the water where he floated in a
crumpled heap. The little gun in Jim's hands
cracked spitefully and the second mallard also
took the plunge.
"That beats the Dutch," said Jim. "Not
much use getting your shoulder kicked off
when a little gun like this will do the work.
Must be loaded with dynamite and pizen.
What did you pay for it?" looking at the
handsome little duck killer a trifle enviously.
I named the price, a little bashfully, it was a
big price.
"Here, take your old gun," said Jim, turn-
ing pale, "I'm liable to bust the thing about a
hundred dollars worth if I happen to drop it."
But I persuaded him to keep it and we went
on with our duck getting.
A little later, cutting down a solitary canvas-
back that strayed over our pond looking for
company, Jim licked his chops with anticipa-
tion and sent Jack squattering after the duck,
floating motionless out near the middle of the
pond. Suddenly, before the dog was within
twenty feet of the floating duck, there was a
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swirl and the duck disappeared. I stared but
Jim merely swore.
"One of those qualified and ever condemned
muskrats," said Jim, laconically. That is, his
description of the muskrat and his ancestry
amounted to the above. Space and the mails
forbid my quoting him verbatim.
Away above us sounded the call of the wild
goose and looking up into the grey, we saw
the flock, flying low and making for the grain
fields, which seemed to be the Mecca of all
the wild fowl within twenty miles.
"Like a crack at them?" asked Jim as he
noticed my rapt stare at the great grey birds.
"You betcha," I replied, succinctly if not
elegantly. Saying nothing, Jim took the oars
and pushing out, gathered up the decoys.
Then we pulled up the slough in the direc-
tion of the flight of the geese. A few hundred
yards further on we come to dry land where
the marsh was fringed with a few oaks. Be-
yond lay a field, brown and bare, but evidently
having enough grain left to attract the wild
birds,
"I've got a pit out there in the middle and
we should get some honkers if we wait long
enough," said Jim as we took up our way
across the field, keeping the anxious dogs to
heel.
The geese were out near the pit and on our
approach, rose into the air, beating the air
with their great wings as they hung nearly
motionless against the powerful wind, but they
gathered headway and left before we could
get within gun shot.
The pit was comfortably furnished with a
couple of boards to sit on and skillfully con-
cealed from the notice of the oncoming
honker by piles of cut grain, stacked up along
the edges. We sat in it for half an hour.
talking sociably with nothing to interrupt the
conversation. Once in a while a flock of
mallards came close by but Jim discouraged
shooting at them, fearing that the firing might
drive the larger birds away, so we passed up
the whizzing, green-headed beauties and
waited.
At last a flock of the grey birds came in
sight, headed for our field, and the question
was whether they would pass within gun shot
or not. Fortune favored us. They headed
directly for the field and, led by a wary gan-
der, circled around with slow beating wings,
carefully inspecting the field for danger. Evi-
dently seeing nothing suspicious about the
little dark spot in the middle of their pro-
posed dining table, they swung yet lower and
came over our heads, about thirty feet high.
The little gun and the big one spoke their
pieces with the staccato accent, the shot rattled
against the outstretched wings and broad
breasts of the two fated geese and they came
to earth with the traditional dull and sick-
ening thuds. We cut loose with our second
barrels but only scored one goose, which fell
before the more experienced aim of my friend,
shooting the sixteen. The last goose was
flapping around with a broken wing so we
gave chase and brought him to bag.
"Got enough for today?" inquired my
friend.
My bruised shoulder cried "Enough," and
besides we had about forty ducks and three
geese between us, so we picked up the great
birds and retraced our steps to the boat. We
packed the birds away and took our places.
"All set," said Jim from his position of
"stroke."
"All set," I replied from "bow." The oars
struck the water and we were off for home.
SOUTH COAST SHOOTING
Bv "Stillhuntf.r"
No. XII— Moke Aboit the Shokebirds
Y LAST paper on the shore-
birds ended with the red-
backed sandpiper, the Dun-
lin of America, well known to
sportsmen up and down the
west coast from the far Aleu-
tian Isles to barren Cape San
Lucas. Mingled with these
red-backs in small numbers,
but usually migrating in much
larger bands composed entirely of indi-
viduals of their own species, the western
Semipalmated Sandpipers come down the
coast in early fall and return north again in
the last half of April. The midwinter
months they spend far to the south, along
the beaches of Central America and the
northwestern shoulder of the South Ameri-
can continent.
I have seen these little waders in such
flocks that they seemed a gray mist-cloud
as they wheeled and whirled above the shal-
low surf. Among the most restless of the
seaside feeders, these birds seem actuated
by a common impulse to be constantly on
the flit. For an instant a flock of one or
two hundred will dip down to the sand,
bustle about industriously after food, and
then, with a few scattered "peeps" from
those in the front rank, will rise and wheel
out over the edge of the sea, only to return
in a few moments almost to the identical
spot whence they rose. Their food. like
that of most of the shorebirds, is the minute
life cast up by the sea and the plumpness of
their bodies as they come south in autumn
proves they have lived well all down the rim
of the Pacific. On the way north in spring
they are not so fat, possibly because they
are in a greater hurry to reach their nesting
grounds and thus take less time for feeding.
A game bird only in the sense that pot-
hunters and Sunday shooters make black-
birds game birds, the western Sandpiper is
shot only by those who lack the skill and
the patience to hunt successfully the bigger
curlews and willets.
On the tundra of the Yukon and in other
parts of the far north, the female makes her
nest in a hollow which she works out in
the moss or in some tussock of grass.
There, in the month of May, she lays three
or four pyriform eggs, smaller than those
of the California Valley Quail, clay-colored
and spotted and blotched and lined with
umber and brown. When the young hatch
they run about almost as soon as they are
dry. Both old birds are said to assist in
the incubation of the eggs, which require
from sixteen to twenty days. This partner-
ship on the nest, however, is common to
many shorebirds, some of the gallinaceous
game birds and a few of the ducks.
Of the sanderling, another small wader
that spends the winter in flocks along the
South Coast, there is little to be said which
has not been written already about some
other species. Knowing intimately one of
the sandpipers, the observer knows them
all, so far as general habits are concerned.
Individually, they differ somewhat in breed-
ing habits, migration dates, etc., but in food
supply and habits under the eye of the
sportsman, they are so much alike as to be
included under the club keeper's phrase,
"them's peeps."
The sanderling, or "Beach Bird," as it is
most commonly called on the south coast,
ranges round the world, and breeds in the
northern hemisphere close to the Arctic
Circle. It is peculiar in its migration in
that it is frequently met with in flocks three
or four miles out at sea, while it is by far
the most common of the shorebirds found
on Catalina and other channel islands.
Traveling in small flocks, one band of
perhaps a score of sanderlings usually
strings itself out over half a mile of sea
beach, the birds farthest from the direction
in which the birds are feeding rising first
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from the sand and calling the others as they
go. Sanderlings occasionally rise to great
heights in their flight, but where they fol-
low the coast in migration, their course
usually carries them over the sea rather
than the land.
One of the Godwits, large waders from
sixteen to eighteen inches in length, has
been taken on this coast. I did not see the
bird myself, but it is listed as the Marbled
Godwit, though I should rather think it to
be the Pacific form (Limosa lapponica
baueri,) owing to the range of the latter,
which is found in summer all the way down
the Alaskan coast, while the Marbled God-
wit is a bird of the Mississippi Valley and
Great Plains country, ranging as far east
as Pennsylvania and confined on the west
by the Rocky Mountains, according to the
best authorities I have at hand. I have never
seen a Godwit on this Coast. They are
good table birds, strong in flight and rather
wary, so that they would be welcomed by-
sportsmen on the south coast.
About fresh-wate'r ponds and along the
sloughs which, in winter, mark the course
of the San Gabriel, the San Luis Rey, the
Ventura, and other South Coast streams,
ungainly, long-legged waders will be found
commonly from the end of September to
the end of May, and later. This is the
Greater Yellow-legs, a bird some fifteen
inches long and marked from all other
waders by bright yellow legs. It can be
identified by these alone, though its habit
of moving about with its legs bent at the
first joint, like a rail, instead of erect, like
most of the waders, is also a striking char-
acteristic of the bird. It is also a fre-
quenter of the salt water marshes of this
end of the State, appearing in such locali-
ties in greater numbers than along the
rivers.
In company with the American Avocet,
the Greater Yellow-legs is commonly called
"Yelper," owing to its habit of continually
whistling, whether on foot or on the wing.
In the East, where it is seen by thousands
during the migration, its most common
name is "Stone bird," possibly from its
habit of frequenting rocky beaches and
feeding in the little mud pools around stones
in sloughs and at the edges of rivers.
The Greater Yellow-legs is an excellent
game bird, coming in well to decoys when
lured by the whistled imitation of their
call. I have shot yellow-legs by the simpler
and more sportsmanlike manner of walking
them up.
I remember — I see that 1 have fallen
quite into the habit of remembering since I
commenced these shooting stories — one
sunny morning in January (for we who
dwell on the south coast do have sunny
days in January I when, armed with waders
and a little 20 gauge, I walked down the
San Gabriel about where Mr. Huntington's
electric line from Los Angeles to Covina
now crosses it. The stream, swollen by
winter rains and melting snows of the hills,
had overflowed its banks, making here and
there long shallow pools, exactly suited to
the shore birds that frequent fresh water
lowlands.
At one side of the river stretched a wide,
level field, evidently uncultivated for some
several seasons. A solitary marsh hawk,
searching the miniature plain for mice, win-
nowed with slow wing-beats the air three
feet above the field. I stepped through a
fringe of willows to ' the strong, double-
wired fence that marked the field from the
river to see the hawk's work the better.
Raising my foot to the first wire, I struck
one of the willow posts a resounding blow
by accident. Instantly there was a whirr of
wrings from just inside the fence, a cry of
"scaip, scaip, scaip-p-p-p!" and a jack snipe
was off in usual wobbly fashion across the
field.
Don't always wait for a jack snipe to
straighten out that corkscrew flight of his;
he may be in the next county before he
makes up his mind to accommodate you.
On one of this particular snipe's curves,
then, I presented him with a thimbleful of
nines, a part of which he accepted and
crumbled up in a nice little brown bundle,
hitting the grass with that welcome thud
which the successful shooter feels rather
than hears.
Of course the hawk heard the shot and,
setting his slate-colored aero-planes against
the breeze, sailed away down over the field
until his hazy outlines became one with the
horizon. I picked up my snipe and tramped
around a bit, looking for more. but. failing
to get any, turned back to the river. Then
I wasted an hour trying to connect with
three or four teal in different parts of the
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river, but they had no hankering after my
society and 1 only succeeded in driving
them into one band and then on out of the
stream altogether.
When I got through with this exploit it
was noon and I sat down to eat, just back
of a little mud Mat which ran like a sand
bar out into the river. As I lunched, a
band of some twenty ( ireater- Yellow-legs came
drifting in, whistling incessantly. Three
paid the penalty of their lives for standing
too close together when the little gun
cracked, and, as they rose, T whistled their
call — wheu-eetl wheu-eet! — an elongated cur-
lew cry. In midair they paused, whirled
about and came back in several narrowing
circles to hang like so many huge gray butter-
Mies over the place where lay their dead com-
panions. Again the nitro cracked and this
time two fell Muttering to the mud Mat,
while the other barrel gathered in a sixth
bird as the Mock turned away over the low
willow scrub.
This is a little better than the average
of days among the Yellow-legs, but a man
with decoys or who knows how to prop
up the first of his killings in life-like atti-
tudes can easily do as well or better. I
believe that what a man should kill is what
he and those for whom he shoots can eat,
and six Yellow-legs are all three people can
eat, so I quit with my six and the Wilson's
Snipe, which went to the little lady of three
summers who some day will be able to
shoot her own birds and catch her own
fish if her daddy knows anything about her
future.
It should be mentioned here that the
Yellowlegs, "Little Yellow-legs," "Summer
Yellow-legs," or "Tell-tale," as it is vari-
ously known, is also supposed to occur
sparingly on this Coast. It is a perfect
miniature of the Greater Yellow-legs and
is more numerous in the East than its
larger relative.
Along the rivers and on interior low-
lands in the fall and spring appear scatter-
ing Solitary Sandpipers. These are the
western form Tetanus solitarius cinnamo-
mcus, but to all intents and purposes, so
far as habits go, they are the same birds as
are found along eastern watercourses dur-
ing migrations. No one, unless he be bent
on matters ornithological, would think of
shooting this bird and the average coast-
wise shooter lives and dies without ever
seeing one.
Largest of the snipes and sandpipers,'
with the exception of the curlews and the
Godwits, the Western Willct is one of the
most abundant birds on the south coast
marshes and even along the beaches during
the migration seasons of fall and spring.
Quite a number also remain here through
the winter, but by far the greater portion
of the migrant willets go on south to
warmer climes and presumably better feed-
ing grounds. These large gray straight-
billed birds frequently may be seen in com-
pany with the Hudsonian Curlew in fall and
spring. With the Long-Billed Curlew, giant
of the waders that it is, the willets do not
associate to any extent.
The Western Willet is an extremely noisy
bird, repeating its name as the final syllable
in a whistling cry which Elliot has trans-
lated as pill-will-willct, but which has always
sounded to me more like will-will-zcillct.
Wary to a surprising degree, and well ac-
quainted with the wiles of hunters, these
stately waders are among the hardest of
all the shorebirds to approach, while it
is practically impossible to decoy them.
To imitations of their whistled cry Willets
pay little or no attention, while decoy-birds,
even when the dead of their own bands set
up for a lure, seem to have no attraction for
them such as they have for other shore
birds. Fearlessly they come up about the
board walks and crowded pleasure piers of
coastwise towns, but try to approach one
as he feeds along some lonely part of the
beach and see how quickly the bird will
rise while you are yet out of gun shot.
The writer's method of shooting these
birds is with a .22-caliber rifie, rather than
a shotgun. If "short" cartridges are used
the birds will not be torn badly and they
can be shot at what seem surprising dis-
tances along the beach. On the desert, ob-
jects ten miles away appear scarcely five
miles from the eye, but on the beach a bird
fifty yards from the shooter seems at least
200. Possibly some department store op-
tician who "fits your eyes perfectly" at $1
per fit can explain this difference between
sight over dry sand and sight over wet
sand, but I have never met the sportsman
who could give a good reason for it. Willet
and curlew are very deceptive in this re-
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spect and even yet, after several years of
shooting along the beach with a small rifle,
I overshot about one bird in five.
After the willets come two species of
long-legs which do not greatly interest the
shooter, the one because of its rarity and the
other because of its small size and the fact
that it usually travels alone. These are the
Wandering Tattler and the Spotted Sand-
piper. Little is known of the Tattler, save
that it is a solitary wanderer, traveling
thousands of miles over wastes of sea and
barren land to breed, supposedly, in the in-
terior regions of the far north, though its
nest and eggs have never been taken.
The spotted Sandpiper is one of the best
known of all the family throughout the
eastern states, nesting along the shores of
creeks and inland lakes; on this coast, how-
ever, it is merely a migrant, appearing for
the most part on rocky beaches such as
those at Laguna, La Jolla, and San Pedro,
or else far inland, even frequenting moun-
tain streams at a considerable elevation.
But, giants among the shore birds, liven-
ing the beach almost as much as do the
great white and black gulls, nearly as wel-
come on the table as the teal or mallard
from the seaside ponds, these big curve-
billed fellows are the delight of the beach
shooter's heart. To the writer they are
among the finest of water birds and they
will be discussed, along with the plover, in
the succeeding paper of this series.
By "Smai.t.arms."
S yOU sit in the blind, with the
first rays of the rising sun,
striking across the marsh and
watch that little bunch of
mallards circling the pond and
ccyning closer and closer, you
grip the barrels of the little
sixteen tighter and tighter and
the world fades from your ken,
outside that little bunch of swift
flying birds.
Four seconds later, they come whizzing over
your head not twenty yards high. The blue
barrel of your gun speaks sharply and the
leading duck, under the blow of the little
leaden pellets, folds his wings and comes to
the water with a splash.
As the second barrel takes its toll of the
swift climbing ducks and you rise and eagerly
watch the second bird sail down, the troubles
and disappointments of the past and the un-
certainties of the future are forgotten, and for
a moment you drink of the cup of supreme
happiness, held to your eager lips by Dame
Fortune, garbed for the time as Diana.
Again, as you walk across that old vine-
yard and at last the old dog suddenly lines
that little covey in front of him, your heart
begins to leap as no success in business ever
made it leap and you shove the dog forward,
step by step until the blue beauties suddenly
rise with a thunderous whirr. The little gun
lines that big cock breaking off to the left,
cracks like a whip, and the cock plunges to
earth in a cloud of feathers.
Elegant! Your idea of Heaven just then,
is a place where you could do just that and
nothing else. The long tramp, the fruitless
search through covert after covert and the
possibilities of not finding any more birds,
matter not ; that clean kill at fifty yards makes
up for everything.
But there are times when the desire to
shoot comes strongly upon you ; you just want
to shoulder that gun and "hike" out, no matter
where nor after what game, just as long as
you are hunting, but alas, opportunity is lack-
ing. The wise game laws of the State may
stretch out and forbid you or maybe you
can't spare the two or three days necessary
for the trip after the toothsome quackers or
the whirring blue beauties of the brush. Then,
if you can shoot a rifle and enjoy it, there is
no panacea for the disappointment creeping
upon you equal to a little trip out into the
hills with the little gun.
It was in the interim between the close of
the deer season and the opening of the quail.
The ducks were in season but shooting them
meant a two day's trip down to the ocean —
more time than I could spare. I was tired of
shooting the Colts at a microscopical ten ring
over there with the other cranks. Blue rocks
don't whirr up out of the brush and whizz off
while you fill the atmosphere around them
with ineffective shots, nor do they come cir-
cling around with whistling wings before light-
ing beside those tempting decoys. I was
sick of blue rocks !
When Sunday morning came round, bright
and clear and beckoning the fagged-out in-
habitants of offices to come and get close to
Nature, I climbed into my cold tub with not
an idea to bless myself with and when I
emerged, twenty seconds later, dripping and
thoroughly awake, the plan for the day was
tucked away in my head.
The Other Fellow — who happens to be
married to me — and I ate breakfast hurriedly.
The Other Fellow is always game for any
trip, whether the quarry be elephants or some-
thing smaller, and seconded my plan heartily.
Fortified for a few hours at least, we tucked
the little Marlin into its case, a lunch and
some five hundred shells into our pockets —
"our" in this instance being used in a strict
editorial sense, the Other Fellow being too
wise to provide herself with pockets, and set
forth, bound for the foothills just outside
the city.
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The hills were turning brown on their
exposed sides, but the valleys were filled
with the wild walnut trees and looked cool
ami inviting, as we disembarked from the
car and made our way across the four hundred
intervening yards, with pleasant anticipations
of the coolness and shade of the aforesaid
valleys.
Arrived among the green walnut trees, we
climbed up the gulch which gradually ran up
toward the top of the hills, and turning a
sharp curve found ourselves just across the
gulch from a bare patch of ground, some
hundred yards wide and literally honeycombed
with the holes of the squirrels.
As we came in sight there was a grand scam-
pering, and then on twenty front porches of
the squirrel residences sat vociferous squirrels,
hurling Billingsgate at us in squirrel language,
criticising in the short sharp whistle dialect of
the squirrel family, our hair, the way we wore
our hats, our rifle and our supposed marks-
manship.
Ever and anon some one of the chorus dove
out of sight with a contemptuous flirt of his
tail, and some other member of his family
came out to say funny things to other ruffians
around him, about "the two rummies over on
the opposite side of the gulch."
We were interested. We decided that this
would be a good place to stop, and besides,
our feelings were hurt. We unlimbered our
artillery and poured some half a box of shells
into the lengthy magazine of our rifle, then
we were ready to start the slaughter — as we
of course supposed it would be.
There was a big fat German groceryman,
judging fty his appearance, sitting on the
verandah of the hole nearest to us, and his
remarks were particularly offensive to us from
the fact that we couldn't understand them.
We sat down in a comfortable place in the
shade of the trees and I ran up the Marble
sight to where I thought it belonged. Then
I drew the gold bead in front, on the white
stomach of our Teutonic friend across the
gulch.
The rifle cracked sharply, there was an
instant cessation of the noise and as quick a
disappearance of the noise producers. Strange
to say, the groceryman disappeared along with
the rest of the outfit, apparently sound in wind
and limb.
I turned in time to catch the Other Fellow,
very ostentatiously concealing a smile behind
the palm of her hand. It was her turn to
shoot. One shot did not frighten this in-
domitable band very long, and soon a head
with a pair of bright eyes and an inquiring
nose came into view in one of the holes
across the gulch, and seeing nothing par-
ticularly dangerous brought out the rest of
his establishment with his "Coast Clear" signal.
In a minute or so other investigators were
out and there were half a dozen tempting shots
offering themselves across the little gulch.
The Other Fellow took the little rifle, ad-
justed the sights to suit her own particular
guess as to the distance, and then took care-
ful aim at a very noisy squirrel sitting on
a flat rock which formed the verandah to
his bungalow. With the crack of the rifle, Mr.
Bushy-tail rolled slowly off the rock and
down the hill, some thirty feet, then recover-
ing himself dove in the nearest hole. This was
resented by the owner of that particular
domicile and the supposedly slain squirrel
comes forth in haste about ten seconds later
and ran lightly back up the hill to his own
home.
"Well" said the Other Fellow, in a tone
which expressed volumes, "would'nt that make
you swear ! Shoot one of those little beasts
through and through and then he runs around
the hill as though it made him feel fine".
"Ahem" said I, with a malicious smile, but
she really did hit the squirrel, despite my
denials.
A particularly tempting shot offered itself
where a big squirrel sat in a patch of white
dust, a perfect mark, and I tried it again.
This time a spurt of white dust flew up
directly beneath the squirrel and I appar-
ently had missed him as he did not move a
muscle. Suddenly the little beast rolled over
and over down down the hill and did not stop
until he reached the bottom of the draw.
I decided that I would retrieve this one and
see what kind of material these queer beasts
are made of. My bullet had passed through
the heart and spine of the little fellow and
the mushroom bullet had paralyzed him so
that he did not move an inch when hit. First
lesson for us in squirrel hunting : Either a
shot in the head or the breast or else no
squirrel.
The settlement by this being pretty well
scared into politeness, we took up our impedi-
menta and trekked up the gulch in search of
whatever fortune might befall us. A long
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tailed Road Runner suddenly jumped up in
front of us and started up the bare hillside
opposite for the shelter of the brush higher
up. With his long tail switching him from
side to side, and his ungainly gait, he looked
to be about as helpless a thing as one would
find in a day's march through the hills, and
it was with a feeling of pity that I deigned to
plant a bullet just behind him to stir him up,
as I expressed it. It stirred him! He didn't
run nor fly, he just sort of progressed through
space, once in a while hitting the high places
but usually spurning the ground and the walk-
ing which it offered as being entirely too
slow for a gentleman in the hurry that seemed
to possess this one.
When the dust cleared away and the last
shot had ceased to echo through the hills, the
Runner was still going and was apparently
due in San Bernardino in four minutes, judg-
ing from his rate of speed when last seen. I
filled up the magazine thoughtfully and decided
that the Road Runner must have been a ghost,
I could plainly see the shots go through him
and strike on the other side. In all my
experience I have yet to see one which was
anything different.
We arrived at another squirrel city and
proceeded to repeat our previous failures to
land the shots that counted, but after while a
couple of the noisy ones fell victims to our
prowess — by the laws of chance, which decree
that if you fire a certain number of shots at an
object, that one out of this number will find
its billet.
It was irritating, both of us good shots and
yet failing to land one in half a dozen
squirrels shot at, but we were learning
gradually. When noon came we had four
young squirrels to use in our proposed pot-
pie, the Other Fellow insisting that they looked
good to eat and that she was going to try
them. As I could think of no valid reason as
to why they should not be good, except the
time honored one that people did'nt eat them,
I was forced to carry the little beasties along
with us. I lost them iour times, but the last
time, when I had made a splendid job of it
and lost the bunch down a deep draw, I was
sent after them by the Argus-eyed Other
Fellow, and forced to climb down through
the brush to get them; so I decided to make
the best of it and carry the squirrels home.
A shady, cool level spot presented us with
an invitation to stop and eat our lunch there
and we accepted with good grace. How good
things did taste ! We unpacked the grub and
set it out in brave array on the paper in which
it was wrapped. The flask of lemonade was
set in a commanding position, and with the
genuine open air appetites which are entirely
different from the mere good taste-tickle-thc-
palate desires, we set to. There was a long
silence but a busy one.
"Yumm-Yumm" said I, speaking through
the sandwich which I had in my mouth, "every-
thing tastes just fine, but this bread has a
sort of new and queer flavor. Is it any
different from what you usually make ?"
The Other Fellow looked hard at the por-
tion of the sandwich which I still held and
then giggled foolishly.
"You might try brushing off about half of
those ants on the bottom of that sandwich.
Too many of them make a queer taste some
times" Then she giggled again. It don't take
much to amuse some people. I brushed off
some dozen ants which were disputing the
possession of the morsel with me and ate on
with undiminished enjoyment. It is queer
how near to primitive savagery a man comes
when he gets out in the wilds and eats with
his fingers in the first way known to man.
The lunch gone, and the interior of the
lemonade flask drier than the Mojave desert
in July, we spent an hour in the grateful shade,
enjoying the unaccustomed quiet and idly
watching the little cloud ships sailing over their
blue lake. How good it did seem just to do
nothing, just to be lazy and peaceful!
A white limestone rock about a foot in
diameter, lay in a patch of black ground about
two hundred yards up the gulch, jifst begging
to be hit. Elevating the sights, I invited the
Other Fellow to come and be beaten in a little
shooting match. I possess divers and sundry
gold bars and other gewgaws for my supposed
shooting but the Other Fellow- refuses to be
awed thereby, insisting that she is as good a
shot as the male portion of the family, a belief
that is the cause of contentions.
The little rifle cracked and the slim bullet
went whizzing up the gulch but I had mis-
judged the distance. A puff of black dust
jetted up just below the rock. Elevating the
rear sight a trifle more I tried again and this
time the puff of white, floury dust and the
ping-g-g of the ricochetting bullet announced
a hit. A box of long rifle cartridges joined
the great army of the fired before we got tired
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of pounding this particular rock, but the little
Marlin pitched the bullets in as regularly as
any Krag I ever shot and the discomfort-
ing recoil was absent.
There were a couple of empty cans left in
the debris of our feast and we fell back on
our standby, shooting at the cans thrown into
the air. Ever try it? It is astonishing how
hard it looks and how easy it is, once you have
the hang of it, and I know of nothing in the
different ramifications of small rifle shooting
that equals this for fascination.
Standing about twenty feet away, the Other
Fellow pitched the cans about ten feet into
the air, while by the rules of the game, drawn
up and agreed to by the two members of our
little shooting club, the rifle was to be held at
the hip until the can was thrown. Before we
realized it, two boxes of shells had driven
their bullets "pinging" through the tinny
targets, although there were a few shots which
didn't materialize the "ping", strange to say,
most likely due to poor ammunition, as we told
each other.
I know of no better course of preparatory
training for the scatter gun campaign you
propose waging against the feathered game,
than this easily learned and fascinating flying-
can shooting.
The sun was getting well down toward the
hills over to the west, and the magical time
when Brother Cottontail comes out of his
seclusion to play tag and other rabbit games
with his toothsome companions, was at hand.
So picking up what little we had left to carry,
and after one more futile attempt on my part
to overlook those four pesky squirrels, we de-
parted.
We climbed up on the top of the ridge above
our gulch and walked quietly along, watching
the opposite sides of the draw for Bunny. A
few minutes later a fat little fellow, disturbed
in his play, hopped leisurely along the patch
of clear ground ahead of us and stopped
behind a little bush, under the impression that as
long as we couldn't see him we wouldn't know
where he was. Alas, poor Bunny ! The chair
of Applied Logic had been vacant when he
attended College and his life paid for this
neglected branch of his education. We watched
him stop behind this little bush and five
seconds later a long rifle bullet went snipping
through. There was a hollow thud ; a dis-
turbance and two or three pounds of sweet
rabbit meat went into my hunting coat.
At the head of the gulch we ran into a
rabbit settlement and the settlers were all out
on the common. There was an adjournment
sine die as our shadows fell across the still
sunlit space where the Cottontail tribe were
assembled, and the chairman made the fatal
mistake of running up the hill in front of us.
The hill was too steep for him to make good
progress and too open to offer any cover. The
air around him became full of small pieces of
lead but even then he might have escaped,
judging by the quality of the marksmanship
I was putting up, except from the fact that
he did not have sense enough to stand still. He
gave a convulsive bound that carried him right
in the path of a bullet which would have
otherwise missed him by two feet, and with the
plop of the bullet, darkness fell upon him, like-
wise myself, when I could get up to where he
was lying.
"Pretty good shooting," I said to the
Other Fellow, throwing out my chest.
"Yes" she replied, "But a little more of
such good shooting and we won't have shells
enough to last us over to the car". I
magnanimously over-looked her little thrust
and filled up the empty magazine.
It was getting rather dark in the depths of
the gulches and we decided to bend our steps
toward the car line and civilization. As we
walked quietly down the long slope which
led back toward the car line, we espied three
Cottontails hopping slowly along about a
hundred yards ahead of us and entirely un-
aware of our presence. We might have hit one
of them at that distance, but on the side hill
the chances were aboue ten to one that we
wouldn't.
The Other Fellow took the gun and started
around a little clump of walnut trees which
would bring her out with thirty yards of the
quarry below, while I sat down to watch the
sport and to think up a few select joshes to
spring when she missed. A minute later a
little spurt of fire jetted out in the gathering
gloom of the gulch, one of the rabbits leaped
into the air like a scared cat and then rolled
down the slope. Another ran off a few yards
and sat down to see what ailed his companion.
Again the rifle spoke and he crumpled up like
a rag. I hurried down the slope and retrieved
the game then went over to where the Other
Fellow stood with her nose in the air (It has
a slight tendency that way, anyhow).
"Pretty good shooting" she said, with quota-
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U"ii marks in her voice, while I humbly agreed,
mentally deciding that she would be too con-
ceited to live with for two weeks after.
Fifty yards further on the metallic warning
note of a quail sounded through the stillness
and in a few seconds the whole covey (lushed,
scattering up the sides of the gulch and light-
ing within a few rods with a contemptuous
disregard for our presence that was madden-
ing. My fingers twitched and the little rifle
leaped to place, covering a big cock, sailing
across the gulch with a devil-may-care air.
"It is not you who curses me, but the
calendar" quothc I, plagiarizing old Aesop,
hut the time for revenge was not far away.
Ten minutes later we arrived where rail and
wilderness met and were soon climbing aboard
our homeward bound car, tired and happy.
The material for "whoppers" anent that
wonderful double at sixty yards was missing.
The experiences of the day offered- no ground-
work for an elaborate fabrication as to the
way we killed that buck just as he was clear-
ing a ten foot bush, but we had been hunting.
had some game, were rejuvenated and were
coming again.
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VV/HAT doth it matter if the winds blow chill
" All through the dreariness of shortening days,
And sweep far down the forest's lonesome ways,
And chafe the russet mead and rugged .hill?
Oh, let the bleak rude tempests have their will
Of mastery which the helpless leaf obeys,
And fluttering skyward through the heavy haze,
Drops down to earth and hastens onward still.
Not always shall broad Heaven appear o'ercast
And vexed with rage as from the shores of Doom :
Somewhere kind Fate shall meet the waif at last,
Some cranny, nook or hedge shall give it room
And refuge from the bluster of the blast,
Where it shall foster Spring in Nature's womb.
THE regnant power of hoary Winte
' His glory gone, his mien grows U
armth pervades the atmosphere.
And soon will permeate the earth's domains:
A few brief days, and fall of silvery rain s
Will haste the advent of the quickening y
And ere we know once more will Spring app
To clothe with verdure uplands, wolds and plai
Far up the rock-bound gorge some blossom pale
May yield its beauty to the Frost King's clasp
Some early flower far dow'n the tranquil dale
May fall within the Winter's struggling grasp
Ere long his efforts lessening all shall fail:
Spring comes in time to catch his latest gasp.
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WESTERN FIELD
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official organ
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than the 10th of the month preceding date of issue, in
order to insure attention.
FOR A NON-SALE LAW.
In the name of the People of California we de-
mand at the hands of oar Legislature, at its next
session, the enactment and embodiment in onr game
law of a statutory clanse prohibiting the sale in
this State of any game bird of any description what-
soever, and fixing a commensurate penalty for any
violation thereof.
IN THE NEW YEAR
THAT the new year just ushered in will be
' one of peace, happiness and prosperity to
all men is our earnest prayer. In the past sea-
son of bitter adversity we have all been chas-
tened, and now better things are coming to us
by right. We have all been through the
crucible, and the imperfections of humanity in
general leave but few individuals even the
ghost of a right to criticize their fellow men
or sit in judgment upon them.
The Chinese have a commendable way of
calling everything square at the end of the
year, and beginning life over again with a
clean slate. It is a custom that .should be
emulated by all men, irrespective of race or
class. Life is too short to harbor resentment,
and the man who enters a new heat with the
handicap of bitterness on his shoulders will
run neither fast nor far.
Of course, the events of the past year will
have a great influence upon our actions and
policies during the present one. The hours of
trial arc the ones which reveal our own weak-
nesses and shortcomings as well as those of
our neighbor. lie is a very unfortunate man
who has not learned many things to avoid in
the New Year ; he is a much more unfortunate
•one who has not encountered many things
that it will be good to emulate and adopt.
We should always remember in our com-
mendable egotism that the other fellow has a
right to his opinions; that no man — not even
ourselves — is infallible, and mistakes of the
head are not to be weighed against mistakes of
the heart, the latter of which are, to the ever-
lasting credit of humanity, but few in com-
parison. In the new year let us be, generous
to our fellow men in a larger degree. Error
is not always sin and in any event there are
mighty few of us who have the moral right
to cast stones.
Therefore, in the New Year, peace and
good will to all men. May 1908 bring nothing
but amenities and joy — even to our dearest
foe, the game-hog, to whom we wish nothing
worse than the pleasing experiences that will
make a good, genuine sportsman out of him.
SAUCE FOR THE GANDER
THE worst hypocrite on this earth is the
man who yelps because other men do not
observe the ethics which he, himself, violates
habitually and continuously. There is nothing
more pitiful to contemplate, nothing more
nauseating to the average normal man, than
the spectable of a crying Pharisee with one
hand raised protestingly to heaven and the
other in the pocket of the public. And next
to this, nothing is more exasperating and less
condonable than the puerile action of a
judge who refuses to execute the law upon
one criminal simply because he knows that
other men equally as guilty have not been in-
dicted for similar offenses.
And be it said with sorrow that this is just
the existing state of affairs on and in the
vicinity of one of California's greatest duck
marshes. Owned and leased largely by
wealthy and influential clubs and individuals,
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all of whom pose as real, dyed-in-the-wool
sportsmen and enthusiastic — nay, even drastic
game protectors — it is yet the scene of deliber-
ate and calloused game law violations almost
incredible of association with the mental,
social and imputed moral status of the perpe-
trators. Of course there are many notable
and sharply defined exceptions to the rule; ex-
ceptions that, however, but bitterly accentuate
the reprehensibility of the mass. On the marsh
in question are many preserve owners who
stand for all that is right, decent and sports-
manlike — gentlemen and sportsmen every
atom. These will logically take no exception
to any justly penned strictures on practices
that will result in not only the destruction of
the common pleasure and profit, but in the en-
couragement of crime itself.
These practices briefly stated are first, reck-
less overshooting : second, violation of the bag
limit ; and third, violation of the night shoot-
ing provision of the statute. To the personal
knowledge of the writer certain preserves in
the' marsh referred to have been shot over
daily, almost without intermission, despite the
unwritten law of all preserve owners that at
least five days in the week the birds should
be unmolested. This destroys sanctuary and
the birds are driven permanently from the
marsh, the selfishness of a few men — who
should and do know better — thus depriving
every one else of sport that is expensively paid
for and in any event logically due.
Second, the bag limit is continuously ex-
ceeded by certain parties, whose subterfuges
to get around the law will avail them nothing
if they persist in this nefarious practice. It is
all too common. And last, shooting before
and after the legally prescribed hour has lie-
come a positive curse to the whole marsh.
Long before daylight and far after the sun-
down hour the air is aflame with flashes and
the harassed birds depart to return no more.
These are the violations of law and sportsman-
ship that have worked all the evil.
The other day two foreigners were arrested
by deputies of the State Board of Fish Com-
missioners charged with trespass on posted
grounds, shooting at forbidden hours, and for
hunting without taking out the necessary
licenses. They were haled before a local Dog-
berry who promptly discharged them — after
viciously berating the arresting deputies for
their honest, conscientious work — the honor-
ablef !) magistrate, as we are informed, say-
ing openly from the bench that he would re-
lease any man arrested under similar condi-
tions, because, forsooth, the owners of the
preserves were worse violators of the law than
were the two malefactors under consideration.
It is significant that not one of the preserve
owners brought action for criminal libel or
instituted impeachment proceedings against a
man who was indubitably prostituting and
maladministering the duties of his office.
Were they afraid that they would be shown
up in their true colors? And in this connec-
tion, why did not the Fish Commission officials
take a change of venue and convict the offend-
ers? They have secured convictions on less
direct evidence elsewhere.
The moral of the whole incident is that what
is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.
Of course, that derelict Justice of the Peace
should be fired out neck and crop for not con-
scientiously exercising the imperative func-
tions of his sworn office, but all the same we
think the preserve owners should keep their
own skirts immaculate before they set up the
cry of "Unclean!"
It's a poor rule that don't work both ways.
If preserve owners expect the machinery of
the law to be set in motion to preserve their
rights, they should consistently obey the law
themselves. And in the meantime, it is sad
to note that what with illegal poaching, and
very reprehensible practices of the preserve
owners, there are no longer any ducks to be
shot at. The law of inevitable consequences
has gotten in its fine work.
NEW DEPARTURES
COMMENCING with the February, 1908,
issue, Western Field will introduce a
number of new and interesting departments of
vital value to the average sportsman. Among
these will be a particularly attractive rifle, j,un
and pistol department that will be appreciated
by all who burn gun powder. We invite ihe
closest attention of American sportsmen 10
these departments, feeling that in their close
perusal and careful consideration a great and
long desired benefit will accrue to all who use
weapons for sport or necessity. The articles
will appeal to all, and all sportsmen are in-
vited to contribute their personal views and
criticisms.
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California Qame and Flsb Laws 1907 1909
i- residents
, be carried afield and
shown on demand.
SALS of all game and birds prohibited except ducks, geese
and brant.
> shoot (fame between hall
hour alter sunset and half hour before sunrise; or to net or
trap any game animals or birds, or to take the eggs or destroy
: Homed Owl. English Sparrow. Linnet. Blue Jay,
Butcher Bird (Shrike) and such fish eating birds as are not
mentioned above.
SHIPPING GAME— All game and fish must be shipped in
open view, with name and address of shipper.
OPEN SEASONS.
DEER— (Bucks only) July 15 to Oct. 1. Limit 2 for the
season. Dogs can only be used for trailing wounded deer.
)ct. 15 to Feb. 15.
Mountain Qua
Doves— July 15 i
Ducks— Oct. l
Wilson
TREE SQUIRREL— Sept
L— Sept. 1 to Feb. 15. *Limit 25 per day.
i Oct. 15. Limit 25 per day.
Feb. 15. Limit 35 per day.
C" SNIPB— Oct. 15 to April 1. Limit 25
Jan. 1. Limit 12 f
fish
SALMON— Oct. 23 to Sept 17 of the following yea
(Closed above tide water from Oct. 23 to Nov. 15J.
TROUT AND Whitefish— (Hook and line only), May
to Nov. IS. Limit 50 fish (but not to exceed 25 lbs.)
less than 5 inches in length.
STEELHEAD TROUT--(Hook and line only,) May 1 to
Sept. 17 and Oct. 23 to Feb. 1, [April is also an open month
to tide water ] Limit 50 fish not less than 5 inches in length.
BLACK BASS— (Hook and line only, ) June 1 to Jan. 1.
Limit SO fish.
Golden Trout, sturgeon and Sacramento Perch
— NO open season.
PENALTIES— Killing Elk, imprisonment from
; killing Does, Fawns, Antelope 1
Mo
Sheep,
$S0 to $500 or imprisonment. Violating a
$25 to $500 or imprisonment. Violating any fish law, $20 to
$500 or imprisonment. Using any explosives for killing fish,
$250 or imprisonment. Attempted violation punishable same
as actual violation.
GAME LAWS IN HANDY FORM
We present herewith a full sized cut of a handsome
aluminum card, issued by Western rield for the
benefit of Sportsmen, which gives at a glance a
condensed, yet sufficiently complete resume of the
game laws of California.
These handsome metal cards — which are very light
and of a convenient size to carry in the vest
pocket — will be sent to anyone free. Simply enclose
two cent stamp for return postage and same will
be forwarded without delay. Dealers in sporting
goods will be supplied with quantities for free dis-
tribution on request. Address Western Field Co.,
609-10 Mutual Savings Bank Building, San Fran-
THE PACIFIC COAST MAGAZINE
President,
H. T. Payne, 725 Baker Street, San Francisco.
Vice-Presidents,
C. L. Powell, Pleasanton; Dr. I. W. Hays, Grass
Valley; A. S. Nichols, Sierraville; H. W. Keller, Los
Angeles, and Chase Littlejohn, Redwood City.
Executive Committee — C. W. Hibbard, San Fran-
cisco; W. W. Richards, Oakland; A. M. Barker, San
Jose; Frank H. Mayer, San Francisco, and J. H.
Schumacher, Los Angeles.
Mc
nbership Committee
Correll, Riverside,
I. A. Mocker, Capitola
nd R. H. Kelly, Sant
Committee on Legislation — H. W. Keller, C. W.
Hibbard, J. B. Hauer, A. R. Orr, and W. Scott Way.
Secretary-Treasurer.
E. A. Mocker, 1316 Hayes Street.
County Associations — Their Secretaries and Ad-
dresses:
Alameda County Fish and Game Protective Ass'n
—A. L. Henry, Sec.-Treas., Livermore, Cal.
Alturas— R. A. Laird, Sec, Alturas, Cal.
Angels — Walter Tryon, Sec, Angels Camp, Cal.
Arroyo Grande — S. Clevenger, Sec, Arroyo
Grande, Cal.
Auburn— E. A. Francis, Sec, Auburn, Cal.
Boulder Creek— J. H. Aran, Sec, Boulder Creek,
Cal.
Audubon Society of California — W. Scott Way,
Sec, Pasadena, Cal.
California Rod and Gun Club Association— 316
Mills Building, San Francisco, Cal.
Chico, , Sec, Chico, Cal.
Cloverdale— C. H. Smith, Sec, Cloverdale, Cal.
Colusa— S. J. Gilmour, Sec, Colusa, Cal.
Corning — Mason Case, Sec, Corning, Cal.
Covelo— H. W. Schutler, Sec, Covelo, Cal.
Deer Creek— Jos. Mitchell, Sec, Hot Springs, Cal.
Fort Bragg — Thos. Burns, Sec, Fort Bragg, Cal.
Fresno — D. Dismukes, Sec, Fresno, Cal.
Grass Valley— John Mulroy, Sec, Grass Valley,
Cal.
Healdsburg F. and G. P. Ass'n— J. H. Kruse,
Secretary, Healdsburg.
Hollister— Wm. Higby, Sec, Hollister, Cal.
Humboldt— Julius Janssen, Sec, Humboldt, Cal.
Jackson — O. H. Reichling, Sec, Jackson, Cal.
Kelseyville— Chas. H. Pugh, Sec, Kelseyville, Cal.
Kern County— E. F. Pueschel, Sec, Bakersfield,
Cal.
Kings County — S. S. Mullins, Sec, Hanford,
Cal.
Lakeport — B. F. Mclntyre, Sec, Lakeport, Cal.
Laytonville— J. G. Dill, Sec, Laytonville, Cal.
Lodi— Greer McDonald, Sec, Lodi, Cal.
Lompoc — W. R. Smith, Sec, Lompoc, Cal.
Los Angeles — L. Herzog, Sec, Los Angeles, Cal.
Madera — Joe Bancroft, Sec, Madera, Cal.
Marysville — R. B. Boyd, Sec, Marysville, Cal.
Mendocino City — O. L. Stanley, Sec, Mendocino
City. Cal.
Mohawk Valley F. and G. P. Association— Fred
King. Sec.-Treas., Cleo, Plumas County.
Monterey County Fish and Game Protective Ass'n
— B. Ramsey, Sec, Monterey.
Napa — W. West, Sec, Napa, Cal.
Nevada City — Fred C. Brown, Sec, Nevada City,
Cal.
Oroville— G. T. Graham, Sec, Oroville, Cal.
Oxnard— Roy B. Witman, Sec, Oxnard, Cal.
Paso Robles— T. W. Henry, Sec, Paso Robles,
Cal.
Petaluma — Jos. Steiger, Sec, Petaluma, Cal.
Pescadero — C. J. Coburn, Sec, Pescadero, Cal.
Porterville — G. R. Lumley, Sec, Porterville, Cal.
Quincy — T. F. Spooner, Sec, Quincy, Cal.
Red Bluff— W. F. Luning, Sec, Red Bluff, Cal.
Redding— Dr. B. F. Belt, Sec, Redding, Cal.
Redlands— Robert Leith, Sec. Redlands, Cal.
Redwood City — C. Littlejohn, Sec, Redwood City,
Cal.
Riverside — Joe Shields, Sec. Riverside, Cal.
San Andreas — Will A. Dower, Sec, San Andreas,
Cal.
San Rafael— H. E. Robertson, Sec, San Rafael,
Cal.
Santa Ana — J. W. Carlyle, Sec, Santa Ana, Cal.
Santa Barbara — E. C. Tallant, Sec, Santa Bar-
bara, Cal.
San Bernardino — F. C. Moore, Sec, San Bernar-
dino, Cal.
Santa Clara — J. H. Faull, Sec, San Jose, Cal.
Santa Cruz — R. Miller, Sec, Santa Cruz, Cal.
San Diego — A. D. Jordan, Sec, San Diego, Cal.
San Francisco Fly Casting Club — F. W. Brother-
ton, Sec, 29 Wells-Fargo Building, San Francisco,
Cal.
Sanger — H. C. Coblentz, Sec, Sanger, Cal.
Santa Maria — L. J. Morris, Sec, Santa Maria,
Cal.
Santa Rosa — Miles Peerman, Sec, Santa Rosa,
Cal.
San Luis Obispo — H. C. Knight, Sec, San Luis
Obispo, Cal.
Salinas — J. J. Kelley, Sec, Salinas, Cal.
Selma— J. J. Vanderburg, Sec. Selma, Cal.
Sierra— Dr. S. H. Crow, Sec. Sierraville, Cal.
Sierra Co., F. and G. Association — F. B. Sparks,
Sec, Loyalton, Cal.
Siskiyou — W. A. Sharp, Sec, Sisson. Cal.
Santa Paula— Dr. R. L. Poplin, Sec, Santa Paula.
Cal.
Sacramento County — A. Hertzey, Sec, Sacramen-
to, Cal.
Sonora — J. A. Van Harlingen, Sec, Sonora, Cal.
Stockton— R. L. Quisenberry, Sec, Stockton, Cal.
Susanville— R. M. Rankin, Sec, Susanville, Cal.
Sutter Creek — L. F. Stinson, Sec, Three Rivers,
Cal.
Truckee River F. and G. Ass'n — A. F. Schlumpf,
Truckee, Cal.
Ukiah— Sam D. Paxton, Sec, Ukiah, Cal.
Vallejo— J. V. O'Hara, Sec, Vallejo, Cal.
Ventura— M. E. V. Bogart, Sec, Ventura, Cal.
Visalia — Thomas A. Chaten, Sec, Visalia, Cal.
Watsonville— Ed Winkle, Sec, Watsonville, Cal.
Willits— Chester Ware, Sec, Willits, Cal.
Woodland— W. F. Huston, Sec, Woodland, Cal.
West Berkeley— Charles Hadlan, Sec, West Ber-
keley, Cal.
Yreka— F. E. Autenreith, Sec, Yreka, Cal.
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WESTERS FIELD
Roscoe Frost, a merchant at Pendleton, Ore.,
southwest of Spokane, engaged in an encounter with
a buck deer while on the way to his store a few
days ago. He paid no attention to the animal until
it bounded toward him and sent him sprawling on
the ground. He regained his feet and grasped the
animal about the horns and then began a struggle
that lasted half an hour. Frost was rolled and
tossed about on the ground and his clothing torn.
He finally managed to get the animal into a nearby
chicken yard, but even then the enraged deer tried
to get at him and was within a few inches of jumping
over the high wire fencing. The deer is owned by
Louis Anderson. It had been a family pet, but of
late had become vicious and Anderson had decided
to kill it for a Thanksgiving dinner.
* *
E. E. Hurst and Charles Allsop. who spent
several weeks hunting with Tom Hopper, left for
their home in England a short time ago. They ex-
pressed themselves satisfied with their trip to the
Spokane country and say they will return with a
larger party next spring. They killed three bears in
the foothills near Pleasant Prairie and one on the
Carter place, one mile northwest of Springdale, in
addition to getting nine lynx near the headwaters of
Fernan lake. Idaho. Owing to the unexpected
illness of Mrs. Hopper, the men were forced to cut
short their trip. Hurst was arrested on the charge
of hunting deer in northern Idaho, but it was
pointed out by C. H. Potts, county attorney, that the
young Englishman was not intentionally guilty, and
he was discharged by paying the costs of the case.
* * *
Mrs. J. O. Naslin, living on a ranch twelve miles
up the Columbia from Wenatchee, Wash., west of
Spokane, had an encounter with a famished coyote
a few days ago. The animal had crept to a chicken
coop near the Naslin home and awaited an oppor-
tunity to spring upon an unwary pullet. Mrs. Xaslin
saw the animal and, taking a revolver from the house,
crept to the rear and fired two shots point blank at
the animal. The bullet did not dispatch it however,
and with a wild agonized cry the coyote sprang at
the woman. Xaslin heard his wife's cry and went to
the rescue. Armed with a pitchfork he made a
lunge and pinned the animal to the ground, after-
wards killing it. Five coyotes were seen near the
premises after the two shots were fired.
The Record Striped Bass caught at San Pablo Bay Nov.
13 — *07 by H. Bra use and Fred Murray. Length 47' E
inches. Girth 40 inches. Weight 41 lbs.
The Yakima Game Protective Association at an
executive meeting at North Yakima, Wash., west of
Spokane, decided to buy twenty-four dozen Bob
Whites and one hundred pairs of Chinese pheasants
for propagation purposes. The quail will cost from
$S to $10 a dozen and the pheasants $5 and $6 a
pair. They will be delivered next spring and will be
protected for an indefinite period.
* * *.
While hunting quail on Hog Island, a marshy tract
in the Clearwater river opposite -East Lewiston, Ida.,
southeast of Spokane, Thomas Tabor and Albert C.
Metzmire shot a large lynx, which they will have
mounted. The animal measures five feet and the
skin is beautiful. The men rowed over to the island
for a quail hunt and in going through the thick
grass they came upon the animal, which was skulking
through the grass. Several shots were required to
kill the big cat.
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NORTHWEST
DEBUtTMENT
in
Conducted by AUGUST WOLF
I ETHER the waters be public or
private, the state has the right, if
fish are wont to resort in such
waters to spawn, to protect them,
and, consequently, to enforce the
laws against the pollution of the
water by the refuse from th'e
till*
Such, in brief, is the ruling
given by Attorney -General Atkin-
son in an opinion to R. Rief,
game warden of King county, who
sought to prevent the pollution with sawdust of
Echo lake, a private body of water, not meandered
by the government. Mr. Atkinson's opinion follows
in part :
"By the way of information the attorney-general
suggests that he is satisfied that the state has such
control over the lake in question, even though it be
non-navigable and unmeandered, as to prevent its pol-
lution by the refuse from the sawmill, if it is a
place where fish resort to spawn. In Griffith vs.
Holman, 23 Wash. 347, p. 358, the Supreme Court
of this state speaking of the rights of the owners
of lands upon which are non-navigable waters, said:
" 'It is true that the legislature of the state has
passed laws regulating fishing, has made close sea-
sons, and provided a -penalty for persons killing
fish by use of dynamite or other explosives. It is
also true that fish are ferae naturae, and that their
habitat is not entirely local, hence it might be
thought that no property in fish could vest in the
owner of the land ; but it is ownership subject to
the rights of the public, and must be exercised with
due consideration for the nature of the property,
and exercised only when the fish are upon the land
of the owner. In accordance with this view, it was
held in State vs. Roberts, 59 N. H. 256, that, while
the right of fishery in waters not navigable was
limited to the riparian owner of the soil, and be-
longed exclusively to him, yet this right in the
owner of the land must be regarded as qualified to
a certain extent by the universal principle that all
property is held subject to those general regulations
which are necessary to the common good and gen-
eral welfare, and to that extent it was subject to
legislative control ; that it is
ciple that every person shall sc
property, however absolute ar
that his use of it shall not bt
enjoyment of others having
enjoyment of their property,
rights of the public* "
well established prin-
use and enjoy his own
d unqualified his title,
injurious to the equal
in equal right to the
nor injurious to the
Ludwig Roper, deputy game warden for Kootenai
county, who attended the convention of state game
wardens at Boise, Ida., reports that the next con-
vention will be at Coeur d'Alene, thirty-four miles
east of Spokane, next fall. He said it was decided
that the state should establish two more hatcheries
other than the one recently decided upon in ihc
Wood river country. It was determined one of
these should be located in the southeastern part of
the state, and the other in the north. The hatcheries
must be located on fresh running water at a point
where the water will be free from the liability of
the erection of a saw mill plant or the discovery of
mines, allowing refuse to float down upon the
hatchery.
It was reported that the game licenses and fines
doubled those of last season. It was determined to
stock all of the lakes and running streams in the state
with Bear Lake trout, which are claimed to be the
best flavored fish to be found in the northwest. It was
also decided to stock the woods with pheasants,
which would be purchased with that end in view.
"It was reported that grouse and sage hens were
decreasing rapidly," he added, "and that they were
becoming extinct in many counties, due to the large
herds of sheep feeding off the grass. Large game
of all kinds was reported to be on the increase. It
recommended that quail in Kootenai county and in
the state at large be protected for three years, and
it was decided to protect the bears, inasmuch as
scores of hunters went through the woods and
slaughtered them when their skins were absolutely
worthless. It was determined to give them a season
at other game. A bill will be presented at the next
legislature for its enactment into law, incorporating
the foregoing recommendations.
The Spokane Rifle and Revolver Club has ar-
ranged a series of shoots for the coming winter
which make Spokane the most prominent in rifle
shooting in the Pacific Northwest. The club has
decided upon a program which includes a series
of twelve medal and prize shoots on the second and
fourth Sundays of each month, ending April 23d.
The decisions as to the winning of the shoot for the
year will not be taken from any one day, but will
be made from a summary of all shoots. That no
member may be handicapped by missinj a shoot and
thus losing his score entirely for that day in the
totals, it has been decided to count the best seven
scores out of the twelve scores made by each
marksman and to take this total for the decision.
Shooters will be classified as to their known ability
and placed into one of the following classes: Cham-
pion, first and second. This classification will apply
to the pistol, levolver and rifle matches This
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WESTERS' FIELD
classification is adopted so that the shooters in either
the first or second class will win prizes equal in
value to the champion class. A large number of
handsome prizes have already been donated by the
various powder, arms and ammunition companies anj
include such valuable prizes as handsome rifles, re-
volvers and loving cups. The "king shoot" will be
the big event of the year and the winner will be
declared and crowned "king" of the club, which title
he holds for the year, as well as winning a diamond
medal.
* * *
With a fund of $1200 available for that purpose,
THomas Mullen, game warden for Yakima county,
Wash., west of Spokane, is preparing to purchase
birds for propagation. The game in Yakima county
is becoming scarce, and unless some means are taken
to increase the supply, it is realized that the county
will have little attraction for nimrods. Mr. Mullen
is inclined to look favorably upon a proposition to
invest part of the fund in Chinese pheasants, which
are considered to be desirable game.
Nine Mongolian pheasants and two pairs of Eng-
lish pheasants, that were recently purchased by the
board of commissioners of Stevens county, Wash.,
north of Spokane, out of the game fund to be dis-
tributed throughout the country for the purpose of
propagation of game birds, escaped from the coops
kept near the court house at Colville. By some
means the wire netting was torn loose from the
sides of the coop and the pheasants flew in all direc-
tions.
* * *
Sportsmen of Okanogan county. Wash., have or-
ganized a rod and gun club at Loomis. While the
genera] purpose is sport, the primary object is the
protection of game and the importation for propa-
gation of fish and game birds. A large shipment of
bass and rainbow trout has been secured from gov-
ernment hatcheries, and it is planned to import
Bob White quail and pheasants to the list of game
birds common to the locality.
Did you ever fight an enraged cougar? Charles
W. Cox, a rancher at Peone, Wash., a few miles
north of Spokane, did. He won out and the auditor
of Spokane county was so pleased over the feat that
he handed the man behind the gun a bright five-
dollar gold piece as bounty for the destruction of
the animal, which weighed 200 pounds.
Cox does not lay claim to being an expert with
firearms, but when a few mornings ago he was
aroused from his slumbers by the baying of his
hounds to warn him that a marauder had wandered
into his barn-yard, he took down the trusty piece
and filled the magazine with .44 cartridges, taking
up the trail to Old Baldy, where the cougar was
located in a tree up the mountain side.
Two hours he waited till the first glint of the sun
shot over the peak and then he took long aim and
fired, the heavy bullet striking the animal in the
nose. Enraged to a fury and howling with pain the
animal sprang toward the ranchman, who sent an-
other ball at the leaping cougar, striking it in the
mouth and tearing out a piece of its tongue.
When the animal struck the ground the dogs fell
upon it, but the cougar was game, striking out right
and left with its paws and clawing the hounds as
well as the rancher. Cox tried to use his knife, but
it was whisked out of his hand. In the tussle that
followed Cox's coat was torn to ribbons, but he
managed to reach his gun and the third shot laid
the cougar low.
The animal's skin was so badly torn it could not
be preserved, but Auditor Greene officially recog-
nized the head and handed the hunter the bounty
provided by the county for its destruction.
THE MILITARY RIFLE
By "Smallahms"
E fine day.
some five o
years ago,
a numbe
gentlemen
with their
want of son
lething bett
■ix hundred
of English
ainers, for
to do, were
indulging in the harmless pastime
of trying to jab ten foot lances
through an equal number of French
gentlemen, who were troubled by the
same complaint of time hanging
heavily on their hands. The under-
lings were merrily hacking away
at each other, varying the sport by
shooting deadly arrows when the chopping business
grew monotonous, and everything was going as hap-
pily as a June morning wedding.
Suddenly one of the English retainers appeared
on the outskirts of the fray with a strange looking
machine. It was a long iron tube about an inch
or more in diameter, with a rough wooden stock
affixed. Where the tube joined the stock there were
various protuberances and the whole was mounted on
a sort of tripod. The low villain with the machine
set it up, pointed it in the direction of the French
knights, and then looking along this tube, touched
a glowing piece of tinder to the rear end of the
tube.
There was a loud bang, a cloud of sulphurous and
ill-smelling smoke and the villain turned divers and
sundry somersaults. A round piece of iron whizzed
through the air and smote Sir Louis de Castelbac
fair upon his scarred and well tried breast plate,
which had turned away, harmless, arrows without
number, blows enough to chop down a forest and
even the heavy quarrels from the Flemish cross-
bows. Sir Louis fell from his horse deader than
the famed herring and the age of chivalry was
over. The greatest agent of civilization ever known
had entered the field.
If a modern Springfield, Model, 1903, should
meet this ancient peace maker from the field of
Crecy, and be told that this crude and barbarous
specimen was its ancestor by direct descent, the
mortified Springfield would undoubtedly refuse to
recognize the old gentleman, and point to the fact
that there was absolutely no family resemblance to
substantiate the claims of the old firearm to kinship.
It would not be necessary to go back many genera-
tions to find an arm which looks enough like the
old gentleman from Crecy to establish the relation-
ship. From the time of the first - introduction of
firearms to the time of our great Civil War, prog-
ress in military firearms was practically nil.
They were refined a little, very little, so that they
could be carried about from place to place. The
method of discharging the arms was changed as
the centuries rolled by, from match-lock to wheel-
lock, from wheel-lock to flint-lock, and then to the
percussion cap musket with which the heroes of the
American Civil War slaughtered each other.
It took about as long to load one of the Civil
War muskets as it did one of the old wheel-locks
or match-locks of two hundred years before. They
were a little more accurate and a little less liable
to miss fire, but aside from these minor differences
and a little change in general outline, the muskets of
the Civil War were first cousins to the clumsy
machine which bellowed forth its greeting and de-
fiance to the assembled chivalry of two nations at
the battle of Crecy, five hundred years before.
It is strange that, fond of fighting as our ancestors
were, some one did not devise an arm which would
be an improvement on the clumsy, crude weapon
with which they fought their battles. The only
changes made were those which necessity, not genius
suggested. In other lines progress was steady. The
magnificent "Constitution" bore no resemblance to
the caravels of Columbus save for the fact that the
wind moved both the Constitution and the Spanish
cockboats, and that sails were therefore a necessity
on both sorts of ships. Advances were- made in
mechanics, in printing, in transportation and all the
other accompaniments of civilization, but the arms
with which the world's battles were fought remained
the same.
It is possible that this was a most excellent thing.
If the ever quarrelsome French and English people
had been armed with modern magazine Springfields
with their terrible continuous fire, backed up by
the automatic machine guns of the Maxim pattern,
it is a question whether the veracious tale of the
Kilkenny cats would not have been carried out on a
larger scale by the two nations; and the Irish at the
present day, living in what used to be England,
would not be glowering across the Channel at the
Germans, occupying what used to be France. A
wise Providence seems to keep the destructive pro-
clivities of nations in inverse ratio to their in-
ventive genius. Something like the small boy who,
when not able to do so is possessed of a most burn-
ing desire to thrash his teacher, but who when he
grows up and gets the power necessary, finds the
desire missing.
The devices for warfare and killing have been
brought to a stage of perfection almost unbelievable
but peace has never seemed more precious and de-
sirable than at the present time. The power is
here but the desire is mostly missing. Two hundred
years ago the desire for war and fighting was
always present, but the power and appliances to
accomplish much were missing.
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M7.s/7A\Y in hi A)
The BltUghter of our Civil War was horrifying
ami not equalled ha the world's history, mainly
because it was between the two finest armies made up
of the finest fighters that ever faced each other
across a battle field, and not on account of the
destructive power of the weapons used. The question
arises whether, if the armies of the North and South
had been armed with arms of the present day, the
losses" would have been greater or less.
The facts are in favor of the former hypothesis.
The Northerners and Southerners — as is always the
case when brothers quarrel — fought far more
viciously than would have been the case had the
foe been a foreign one, and the rival fighters
seemed to be ever possessed of the idea that the
best way to fight was at arms length — with the
bayonet and clubbed gun. Now, when one army is
holding a strong position, is equipped with modern
magazine rifles and supported by automatic machine
guns, another army to come to close quarters will
have to leave fully half of its men on the field,
probably more, before it can arrive within a hundred
yards of the enemy's position — and yet here the
slaughter is only fairly commenced.
It is a mighty lucky thing that our fathers and
grandfathers some forty years ago did not have
these up to date weapons. Otherwise the census of
the United States could be taken in about half the
time that is now required. It might be argued that,
with the increased range and effectiveness of the
modern rifle, the tactics would have been changed
and that the percentage of losses would have been
about the same; but the old Berserker rage that
sent Pickett's men charging up the slopes of Gettys-
burg in face of a superior force, well placed, would
not have been satisfied to lie a thousand yards away
from the enemy, tinkering with wind gauges and
killing the other fellows with scientific accuracy when
they were too far away to be seen.
After the Civil War some genius evolved the
scheme of cutting off the breech ends of the old
muzzle loading Springfields and Enfields and attach-
ing a clumsy breech bolt thereto, turning the rifle
into a sort of half-baked breech loader, and for
twenty years after the War, through long and severe
Indian campaigns, our troops were armed with these
hybrid mule breech loading rifles.
Civilian arms steadily improved after the war,
ti.e first practicable repeater, the Henry, appearing
not long after the surrender at Appomattax and
was rapidly improved into the Winchester, while other
arms companies were vying with each other in turning
'out fine rifles; but the Army steadily plodded along
with the good old single shot, unreliable Spring-
fields. The Ordinance Boards had nothing to do with
the making of these improved civilian rifles, ergo
. they were no good and the troops must needs be
content with the Springfield. The heathen Sioux —
uncivilized— had no ordnance boards, and in their
ignorance proceeded to buy the best rifles they could
lay their hands on, with which to stand off our long
suffering soldiers. Hence the lovely spectacle pre-
srnted itself of the troops of a highly civilized
nation, famed for its mechanical ability and in-
genuity, armed with archaic single shot rifles, and
pitted against half naked Indians who were equipped
with repeating rifles of the latest pattern.
One lovely summer morning, some thirty years
ago one of our bravest generals, with a handful of
the Seventh Cavalry, bravely but foolishly — con-
sidering the rifles with wl.ch they were to fight —
ran into a hornet's nest of Sioux on the Little Big
Horn River. An hour or two later, the green slopes
of the river bottom were dotted with blue-clad,
motionless figures, our brave general among them,
sacrificed to the old-fogeyism and red tape of the
musty boards whose duty it was to pass on the arms
issued to the soldiers.
If Custer's men had been armed with the modern
Springfield — the same rifle in name but unlike the
old Springfield in all other respects — there is no
question but that they could have fought their way
out of the red waves of yelling demons which sur-
rounded them, and more Indians would have been
turned to ways of righteousness through the
evangelizing agency of a bullet than ever were
converted before. If Custer's men had been armed
with even the old repeaters of that date, they could
have fought their way out. The soldiers could
outshoot the Indians; about this there can be no
dispute as no Western Indian ever yet proved him-
self to be a good shot; and given the rapidity of fire
of the repeaters, the charging Sioux would have
abandoned their amusement muy pronto.
To use the old Springfield, the following opera-
tions were necessary: The shot fired, the hammer
had to be cocked, the breechbolt snapped open,
(whicn sometimes ejected the shell and other times
did not, necessitating the fumbling around with a
knife or other instrument to get out the exploded
case.) Then the new shell was inserted into the
chamber, the breech bolt closed and the gun ready
to fire again. In this time a man with a repeater
could fire four or five aimed shots. Custer's men,
according to the report of the few survivors, had
much trouble with the shells refusing to eject.
Imagine being out in the open, with three or four
thousand yelling Sioux riding around and pouring
in their volleys, and having to stop and fiddle with
defective shells which would not eject! This object
lesson was entirely lost on the officials in Wash-
ington, wandering around in their forest of red tape,
and the troops continued to fight with the old slow
fire clumsy Springfield, Sioux and Apaches who were
armed with nine shot repeaters.
About 1890 the Government finally woke up, mainly
because the Springfields were wearing out and it was
just about as easy to make a different pattern of
rifle as to make a lot of new Springfields. The
military lifle experts of the world had been searching
for an arm which would give increased penetration
and flatter trajectory with ammunition of lighter
weight, thus enabling troops to carry a bigger supply
of ammunition than was possible with the old style
equipment. The improvement in smokeless powder
offered the necessary increased initial velocity, the
small bore rifle, .30 calibie or under, offered the
desired lighter weight ammunition, and a gun was
evolved with a long slim bullet which would give
great penetration and flat trajectory. Then, to
keep the long bullet point on it was necessary to
have a very quick twist. When it came to firing
the lead bullets through a barrel with a ten inch
twist, with a charge of smokeless powder sufficient to
give the desired velocity, it was found that the
bullet would not stand the pressure but would
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merrily disregard the rifling, go straight through the
gun and pursue its erratic course with much wab-
bling and inaccuracy.
To meet this problem the bullet was covered with
a tough jacket which would take the rifling and hang
on. The first bullets were mafle with a steel jacket,
but it was found that the life of the rifle with this
steel jacket was less than a thousand rounds so that
the later bullets were turned out with a copper-
nickel jacket, giving the necessary toughness with
less wear on the rifle. These bullets also gave
wonderful penetration, another desirable feature
from a military stand-point. To use this ne,w am-
munition, the U. S. Government finally adopted the
Krag-Jorgenson .30 calibre repeater — a most excel-
lent gun — and the old Springfields were relegated
to the scrap heap which had been yawning for them
for many a year, or to the Militia — which amounted
to the same thing.
The change from the old large calibre, black
powder, single shot Springfield to the Krag-Jorgen-
son was the greatest step in advance that had ever
been taken, with the exception of the change from
flint lock to the use of percussion powders. The
new ammunition weighed about half as much as the
old .45 calibre food for the Springfield, and a
soldier could carry double the amount that he had
formerly been able to tote around. With its
terrific initial velocity errors in sighting were less
costly, and a soldier in the excitement of battle
could blaze away at an enemy five hundred yards
away with his sights set at point blank with a fair
chance of hitting, and the reverse was true; that if
the sights were set for a distance two or three
hundred yards beyond the true distance of the enemy,
the bullets would still be effective. There was no
smoke to give away the position of hidden skirmish-
ers, and mucn less noise and recoil than was ex-
perienced with the old black powder gun.
But what a wail went up from the expert target
shots when the Krags were placed in their hands.
The old Springfield with its heavy bullet and com-
paratively slow flight was a most excellent gun for
shooting at targets over measured distances. The
short heavy bullet disregarded the stray puffs of
wind and pursued its course with no deviation from
its true line of flight, being of course acted upon
by steady winds of eight miles or more per hour.
But the Krag bullet only weighed 220 grains — about
half the weight of the old bullet ; its long slim
form offered as much surface to a cross wind as the
old bullet, without the weight to keep it steady. The
wind played hob with the light bullet anu it was
necessary for the military sharps to learn their
wind lessons all over again. This was not the worst
feature of the game. With the old Springfield and
its soft bullet, any departure from the normal size
of either bullet or barrel was compensated by the
"upsettage" of the soft bullet at the moment of
discharge. That is, the blow of the black powder
gases would thicken the bullet at the expense of its
length and the bullet would thereupon fill up the
rifling snugly and fly out of the barrel true, with
the full force of the gases kept behind it as they
should be. A bullet might be .002 or .004 of an
inch too small, but its upsettage would fill up the
barrel and everything would be well again.
Under the impression that this would be the
case with the new bullets, the Government made the
new guns and ammunition with the same old dis-
regard for accuracy, as long as a rifle was somewhere
near the required size it passed. But the new
bullets would not upset, the metal jacket prevent-
ing much change, even had the blow of the smoke-
less powder gases been as violent as the old black
powder. The smokeless powder acted differently,
the blow while slower was of course eventually much
stronger but the quick sharp tap of the black powder
The bullets were very poor and the powder worse.
Shooting at a thousand yards with the new am-
munition, accuracy was a point which seemed to be a
thing of the past and the experts were in despair.
About this time we sent a rifle team to compete with
our English cousins and their colonics for the Palma
trophy and were gloriously beaten, mainly on
account of the poor ammunition. The English were
years ahead of us in the understanding of the
idiosyncrasies of the new guns and ammunition.
As usual the civilian riflemen had to pull the
Government out of the hole. Dr. Hudson, one of
the foremost riflemen of the country, got his brains
to work in conjunction with a man named Thomas
in one of the great ammunition factories, and they
turned out a bullet which would put the old Spring-
field to shame, when fired through a rifle which was
somewhere near standard calibre. The powder which
had been formerly used was abandoned and the
Laflin & Rand "W. A." powder adopted in its
place, which has been standard ever since.
At the time of the Spanish War, the great dif-
ference between the Krag and the Springfield was
most emphatically pointed out, and a militiaman who
fired one of the old smoke wagons near the regulars
found himself to be most unpopular. The enemy
asked nothing better to shoot at than the great cloud
of blue smoke which spouted forth from the muzzle
of a Springfield, and the poor militia, who were
armed with what our President afterwards termed
"The Archaic weapons", found that it was pref-
erable to remain mere spectators of the fighting to
drawing the fire of the enemy and the blasphemy of
the regulars on to their devoted selves by firing
their Springfields.
But good as our Krags were, the Spanish had a
still better rifle. The Krag had to be reloaded one
cartridge at a time until the magazine was full.
The Spanish Mauser was reloaded with five
cartridges contained in a clip in the same time that
it took to place one cartridge in the Krag, thus
giving a much greater rapidity of fire. The Mauser
was shorter and neater of outline, lacking the clumsy
projecting magazine that encumbered the Krag. After
a couple of years of facing the Mausers in the hands
of the unruly people of the Philippines, the Govern-
ment began to wonder if maybe a gun on the pattern
of the Mauser would not be a good thing. Carrying
out the thought, the New Springfield was brought
out — which as has been said before, is like the old
Springfield in name only. This rifle, as first brought
out some six years ago, was equipped with a rod
bayonet, attached to the rifle, which had * the
strength and stopping power of a medium sized
darning needle, and the first issue was hurriedly
called in and the experimental jabbers yanked off
post haste. The second issue leaves nothing to be
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desired, and the American people can congratulate
themselves that our soldiers arc armed with the
finest rifle possible to produce, and one that is not
inferior to any arm, civilian or military, on the face
of the globe.
The new rifle is the same calibre as the old Krag,
the exact diameter of the bullet being .308 or a shade
over a thirty. The old outlandish looking magazine
has been done away with and the rifle is loaded on
the plan of the Mauser, with five cartridges con-
tained in a clip.
With this rifle five shots can be discharged as fast
as the bolt can be manipulated, and the gun re-
loaded with five more cartridges in the same time
as one shell can be inserted in the chamber of an
ordinary single shot rifle. The powder charge has
been increased a little, and with the regulation bullet
the velocity is about 2160 foot seconds. With the
new Spitzer pattern bullets the rifle gives a velocity
of 2700 foot seconds. In other words, if the new
Springfield and the old .45 Model Springfield were
fired at a man a thousand yards away, the new bullet
would reach the man while the Springfield .45 bullet
was a little more than a third of the way on its
journey. The practical value of this terrific velocity
is in the resulting flatness of trajectory. With the
rifle sighted at point blank, by merely holding the
rifle a little higher, or taking a little coarser front
bead, the bullet would strike an object six hundred
yards away. The value of this in battle when the
men are too excited to think of their sights is obvious.
The new rifle is made with a twenty-four inch
barrel — a distinct departure in military firearms
which have heretofore been made with barrels thirty
inches or over — experience having proven that the
shorter barrels utilize all the energy of the powder.
In both shot guns and rifles this fact is beginning to
be recognized, and a few years will see a twenty to
twenty-four inch barrel the standard length for a
sporting rifle, while a twenty-six or twenty-eifeht inch
barrel will be the popular dimension for the scatter
gun lover.
The man who talks about "liking a rifle that kicks,
because it feels as though he was shooting some-
thing" would be entirely satisfied with the New
Springfield. The recoil is the only objectionable
feature about it. As one Eastern shooter puts it,
a man lying prone and shooting the New Spring-
field will, according to his experience, be kicked
back about three feet every time he shoots the
rifle, and he says it would be an interesting problem
in mathematics to figure out how many shots would
be necessary to kick the shooter off the field of battle
and into a place of safety. So in out next war, when
a man is found far to the rear of the point of danger,
he can merely state tue number of shots he has
fired, which multiplied by three feet should equal the
distance of the man in question from the firing line.
The new smokeless powder and the metal cased
bullets have brought up new problems for the at-
tention of the rifle crank. The gases produced by
the high pressure smokeless powder are white hot,
and if allowed to leak by the base of a bullet when
fired will promptly cut little grooves in the steel of
the rifle barrel itself, ruining it in a short time. This
hardly seems possible, but the fact remains. On
account of this terrific heat it is impossible to fire an
ordinary lead bullet through a barrel with these
gases pushing at its unprotected base, even though
the bullet could be made tough enough to stick to
the rifling and not strip. For medium range work
a bullet had been turned out made of an alloy of
tin. antimony and lead with a little copper. This
gives a bullet that will stick to the rifling yet is not
hard enough to wear' out the rifle* barrel as the
metal patched bullets will do, but the problem
arose how to keep the hot gases from melting the
base of the bullet. Some genius evolved the plan
of attaching a copper base or cup to the base of the
bullet, thus preventing the hot gases from getting in
their work on the easily melted alloy. With a bullet
so prepared, and a medium charge of high pressure
smokeless powder, the Kraj and the New Spring-
field can be shot at all ranges up to six hundred
yards, with the same results as obtained with the
full service charge, at much less cost and last but not
least, at great saving to the rifle. The life of the
Krag or Springfield, shooting the full service
charge, is about two or three thousand rounds. After
this the rifle will not give the accuracy at the long
ranges which it would when new, and has to be
thrown away. Hence the new invention of the
alloyed bullet with copper gas check is a great boon,
not only to the military rifleman but as well to the
sportsman who uses a modern high pressure rifle,
and who likes to practice at the range with the
weapon between deer seasons.
Once aroused from its lethargy our Ordnance
Board has not been satisfied, and the rifle as issued
to the troops is as near perfection as any firearm
made. A few months ago our rifle team, made up
of the finest shots in the United States — which
means in the world — met the teams of England,
Canada and Australia in the shoot for the much
desired blue ribbon of the rifle world, the Palma
Trophy. When the last shot cracked, the American
team, armed with the new product of American
rifle making, was on top — very much on top — as the
scores of the team and their nearest competitors will
show. Incidentally the Americans did the finest
shooting of any rifle team in history, bar none, and
this mind you, not with selected madc-to-order match
rifles but with the service rifle issued to the U. S.
Army. Mr. Townsend Whelan, one of the greatest
authorities on rifle shooting and sport in general,
estimates that if the New Springfield was put on
the market by a private manufacturer, made out of
the materials used by the Government and made with
the care which the Government exercises in its
manufacture; it could not be sold for less than forty
dollars, which is about twice as much as the most
expensive American sporting rifle costs at present.
Our military rifle leads the procession, with the
different makes of civilian sporting rifles trailing in
the rear of the contest.
This is as it should be. The military rifle is
made for business — grim ugly business. It is de-
signed primarily for killing men who have the
same ideas in their heads regarding their* would-be
executioners. When it comes to this stage of the
game we don't want it said that Tom, Dick or
Harry, with rifles turned out by some factory for
killing game, are better armed than our soldiers who
are sent out to fight for the Nation and the millions
of homes behind them. The time is not long past
when this was the case; let us hope it will not come
again.
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RIFLE PRACTISE IN THE NAVY
I INTERESTING report on small
arms practice in the Navy has been
made public by that Department.
It is shown that during the season
of 1907 remarkable progress was
made. The average points per man
was practically double that of last
year and the percentage attaining
high classification has advanced
enormously. The interest taken in
the firing by officers and men was a
potent influence and was noticeable
in short range firing and at the longer ranges, par-
ticularly in team competitions. "This interest,"
says the report, "was largely enhanced by the pres-
ence in the fleet of officers and men who had been
with the Navy Rifle Team during last year's match.
This influence has been of such value to the service,
and the presence and creditable showing of the
Navy team at this meet, where teams from nearly
every State in the Union are assembled, has so
furthered the interests of the Navy among the people
at large that it is to be hoped that the policy of
sending a team to the National Competition may be
continued indefinitely."
The total number of officers and men firing dimin-
ished from 10,583 the preceding year, to 9,206, but
the average points per man was increased from IS
plus to 30 plus. The percentage qualified as sharp-
shooters or marksmen increased from .35 to 9.89.
The percentage qualified as first class or better in-
creased from 3.S to 20.2 ; second class or better,
13.4 to 39.7; third class or better, 31.2 to 59.5, and
fourth class or better from 82.6 to 88.4. The per-
centage unqualified diminished from 17.3 to 11.5.
Considerable money was distributed among the crews
of the various ve_3els, the Maryland, Missouri, Colo-
rado, Kearsarge, Iowa, West Virginia and Cincin-
nati receiving the largest amounts. Two silver cups
have been offered by the Department as trophies for
excellence in small arms marksmanship ; one for the
Atlantic fleet, the other for the Pacific fleet. Definite
rules will shortly be issued governing the award of
these trophies. On the recommendation of the com-
mander-in-chief of the Atlantic fleet the Atlantic
fleet trophy was awarded to the Missouri.
At the National Competition this year the Navy
carried off the highest honors, the Navy team win-
ning the National Trophy in the Team Match, and
the National Individual and National Pistol Matches,
together with the Military Championship, going to
members of the Naval Academy Team. In his report.
Lieutenant Harris Laning, Captain of the Navy
Team, gives a dramatic description of the final stage
of the great Team match, in which were entered
forty-eight teams of twelve men each, representing
the regular services and the National Guard of
nearly every State and Territory. At the completion
of the firing at the 800-yard stage, Massachusetts
was leading with 2990 points against 2985 for the
Navy. Captain Laning here takes up the story. "On
Friday morning the final stage, 1000 yards, was
started promptly at S. The Navy team had drawn
target No. 44, while Massachusetts, with whom we
were fighting for first place, drew No. 45. The final
tussle lay on these adjoining targets, and for three
hours the strain was intense, as it was shot for shot
on these two. A large crowd stood behind the line
and watched the struggle, which has seldom, if ever,
been equaled in a big match. The conditions were
by far the most trying in all the match and were
well calculated to test not only the skill of the con-
testants, but the nerve and cool judgment under a
heavy strain. Massachusetts started in with a lead
of five points over the Navy, which lead their first
two pairs increased to twenty-nine points. Things
looked rather blue for the Navy team at that time,
for with only four more pairs on each time to fire a
lead of twenty-nine points is hard to wipe out. The
Navy's third pair, however, were equal to the occa-
sion. Lieutenant Hilary Williams and Midshipman
Stephen Doherty went to the line and making, re-
spectively, 45 and 42, or 87 out of the possible 100,
gained 19 points on the corresponding pair from
Massachusetts, who were only able to make 68 be-
tween them. King and Eigenman and Woodward
and Lewis followed in succession and still further
cut Massachusetts' lead to only 4 points, when the
last pair of each team came on the line. It fell to
the lot of Ensign I. F. Dortch and Midshipman C. T.
Osburn to make the final stand that won the match.
These two young officers came to the line with the
utmost confidence, and under the awful strain, with
the eyes of nearly all the contestants on them,
made, under the most trying conditions of the day,
41 and 37 respectively, a total of 78, while the last
pair of the Massachusetts team could only net 71,
leaving the Navy team the winner in the match by
just three points."
Captain Laning ascribes the winning by the Navy
Team to "the steady consistent shooting of every
man at each range." He further notes: "And the
credit for the victory should be shared, too, by the
alternates and other members who did not fire in the
match, but who we: : at all times eager to do any
of the drudgery work that had to be done to build
up the team. It was the team spirit that made the
Navy team; it was the Navy spirit that filled the
team at that critical time when every effort had to
be put forth to save the day. It was a pleasure to
feel that such a team could be brought together and
molded into such shape in so short a time. With
the exception of the United States Naval Academy,
the Navy team was perhaps the youngest in average
in the match. It was made up of men of whom
fifty per cent were new to the game this year and
yet who, by their persistent and conscientious effort,
were able in three months of training to outshoot
the best of the old-time teams. It is, I think, the
spirit of the new Navy that makes such results pos-
sible."
The Navy Department was also highly pleased at
the shooting of the Naval Academy Team, which
took sixth place. It has generally been assumed
that no team could take a high standing in the
national team match unless thfc majority of its
members were veteran marksmen who had behind
them a long period of training and considerable ex-
perience in firing in matches. This opinion seems
to be disproved most thoroughly by the record of
the Naval Academy team, as this record shows that
comparatively young men can be trained in a short
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space of time to a high degree of efficiency. Of
the twelve members of the Naval Academy team who
fired at the match, the oldest was less than 25
years of age, the youngest was 17.5, and the average
of their ages was 20.25 years. None of these men
had any previous experience in rifle shooting. The
maximum amount of training that any member of
the team had enjoyed was 20 weeks at short ranges.
The minimum amount was 8 weeks and the average
amount for the team was 11.5 weeks. This experi-
ence includes firing on short ranges only. Not a
single member of the team had any experience at all
at long range or at skirmish firing until July 15th of
this year, so that their total experience at the
hardest part of a rifleman's training was but 5 weeks.
It is not claimed that seasoned men are not better
than raw recruits, but the experience of the Naval
Academy team certainly shows that a very high
degree of efficiency can be attained after a short
period of intelligent training. For example, the
Xaval Academy team made a final score of 3347,
which is 94 points more than the winning team
made last year, and is but 74 points less than the
winning team made this year. They beat such
veteran teams as that of Pennsylvania, U. S. In-
fantry, New York, New Jersey, etc. In addition to
the above it may be remarked that the highest in-
dividual honors were also won by these young men.
The National Individual Match was won by Mid-
shipman Lee, who is a little over 19 years of age.
He also won the National Pistol Match, against
250 competitors. The Military Championship of the
United States was won by Midshipman Smith, who
is 20 years of age, and who had but 8 weeks of
training on short ranges, and not more than 5 at
the long ranges and skirmish firing.
Gratifying progress is reported fo- the movement
to interest school-boys in rifle-practice. At a recent
meeting of the National Rifle Association Directors
the by-laws were amended so as to include among
the affiliated organizations rifle clubs organized in
institutions of learning, divided into two classes,
colleges and schools. The former clubs are to be
composed of students in colleges and universities
conferring degrees; the latter in public, preparatory,
high and private schools and academies not con-
ferring degrees. In either case not less than twenty
members must belong to the club before it can be
affiliated. These clubs have the privilege, enjoyed
by other clubs affiliated with the National Rifle
Association, of purchasing arms and ordnance stores
from the government at government prices. The
National Rifle Association will give a prize to each
club annually for competition among the members
and later a code will probably be adopted with a
suitable decoration for students qualifying under it.
Among the clubs recently organized and affiliated
with the N. R. A. are the Bordentown (N. J.) Mili-
tary Academy; Montclair (N. J.) Military Academy;
Stamford (Conn.) High School; Culver (Ind.) Mili-
tary Academy ; Kemper Military School, Bonnville,
Mo. ; Riverview Academy, Poughkeepsie, N. Y. ;
University of California, Berkeley, Cal. ; University
of Maine. Orono. Me.; University of Nebraska, Lin-
coln, Neb.; College of St. Thomas, St. Paul. Minn.;
Hamilton Institute, New York City; and St. Mat-
thew's Military Academy, Burlingame Cal.
In connection with the work of interesting school-
boys in rifle practice it may be assumed that sixty
or seventy per cent of any large body of volunteers
would be under the age of twenty-five years. When
young men get started on their business careers at
eighteen and twenty years of age it is hard for them
to find time to practice with small arms, and it is
therefore regarded as highly desirable that the
ground work should be laid before they start out
in the world, trusting that their interest would then
be maintained through later years. Much has been
accomplished in this direction by the Public Schools
Athletic League, of New York City, which has in-
stalled a number of sub-target guns and which has
provided prizes for out-door matches. In connec-
tion with this work the first indoor tournament for
school-boys will be held in New York City from
December 23d to January 4th. The National Rifle
Association will build a rifle range at the Forest,
Fish, Game and Sportsman's Exhibition at the
Grand Central Palace, especially for school-boys
matches. It is expected that at least fourteen out
of the nineteen high-schools in New York will be
represented by teams, as well as Jersey City, Pater-
son, Elizabeth, Stamford, Conn., and perhaps Balti-
more and Washington. The military academies will
have team matches among themselves. Most of the
matches will be shot on a fifty-foot range with the
New Springfield (U. S. A. military rifle) .22 gallery
model, both standing and prone positions being
used. Reduced rates will be given to enable boys
from outside New York to attend, and in addition
to the numerous prizes all those making a qualifying
score will be given the N. R. A. "Junior Marks-
man's" medal. The shooting will be in charge of
such experts as Captain K. K. V. Casey, Captain
W. A. Tewes, Captain George Corwin, and others,
and Dr. C. Ward Crampton, Physical Director of
the New York schools, will be in attendance.
* * *
The Navy Department is making arrangements to
procure a suitable range for small arms practice for
the fleet while on the Pacific coast. There is a 600
yard range at Mare Island and one of 300 yards at
Yerba Ruena, but neither are suitable for extensive
long range practice. It is therefore likely that a
range will be acquired on the Pacific coast to cor-
respond with the one at Guantanamo, Cuba, which
with the one at Olongapo will give the navy ranges
on the Atlantic and Pacific coasts and in the Phil-
ippines. The Guantanamo range, which is nearing
completion, will be the finest and best equipped in
the world. Two thousand men a day can be handled
General James A. Drain, of New York, president
of the National Rifle Association, is making a tour
of the states organizing state rifle associations to
affiliate with the national association, and it is ex-
pected that as the result of his trip a number of
new organizations will be effected. It is noticeable
that those states which are at the head of the list for
percentage in marksmanship, are those which have
such state associations. They give these states an
organized body through which to cultivate interest
in rifle-practice, to manage the matches and to
solicit and take care of prizes. The organization fee
has been reduced from $25 to $10, and to each state
association is annually presented a handsome ham-
mered bronze cup for competition among its mem-
bers.
Conducted By H. T. Payne
THE OLDEST FIELD TRIALS CLUB IN AMERICA
HE Pacific Coast Field Trials
Club will hold during the week
commencing January 20, 1908,
its twenty-fifth annual trials.
There is but one field trial club
in America — the Eastern — that
has had a longer existence than
the Pacific Coast. But this year
the Eastern is not holding trials,
so that in fact the Pacific Coast
Club is today the oldest club of the kind
actually in the field, a distinction of which the
sportsmen of California may well be proud.
The early history of this club is in many
respects an amusing one, for its organizers
were true sportsmen, ambitious and deter-
mined. They had read of competitive trials
of dogs- on game birds ; the descriptions of the
sport sounded good to them ; and they became
anxious to see and enjoy the real thing.
With the true California spirit they argued
that the Golden State must be abreast of
the very foremost in this new sport as it was
in all others, and a club for this purpose
must be organized. Accordingly the club
was organized and a date set for the trials,
judges selected, rules formulated, and the
coming trials proclaimed to the world.
The entrance fee was $5 both in the derby
and the all-age, and the purses were $25.,
$15. and $10. There were five nominations
in the derby and thirteen in the all-age. The
first trials were held at Walltown Timber,
on November 26, 27 and 28, 1883, with F. W.
Dunn officiating as judge. The spirit was
strong, the enthusiasm great, but the dogs
were weak. In fact at that time there were
but few thoroughbred setters or pointers on
the Coast, and most of those who did own
good dogs were somewhat skeptical about
entering into the competition. They were
afraid that some cold blooded native might
beat their blue-bloods.
The result was that there were but five
starters in the derby, two pointers, one
English and two Irish setters. If either of
these had ever made a point the only evidence
of it was the unsupported statement of its
owner, for not one of the five gave any
evidence of understanding either the mean-
ing, purpose or necessity of such an act.
The judge was a sportsman in the truest
sense, and therefore believed that as setters
and pointers were bred to find birds and locate
them for the gun, he, being unable to get
any points, determined that at least a dead
bird should be found before he would render
his decision. Accordingly one was hidden,
and with a good deal of assistance from his
handler one of the puppies found it. Had
the judge been one of the present generation
of field trial judges, he would have got out
of this dilemma by remarking: "Just look at
Heels ! Great 'class' ! He's in the next county
by this time and therefore wins first."
The awards were : Henry A. Bassford's
pointer dog Butte Bow, (Ranger-Josie Bow)
first ; General H. C. Chipman's Irish setter
bitch, Beatrice, (Shakoe-Nellie) second, and
G. B. Crosby's pointer dog, Bow Jr. (Ranger-
Josie Bow) third.
In the all-age there were seven starters :
one pointer, one Gordon, one Irish and three
English setters. Most of the dogs in this
stake did fairly well, though none of them
bolted or got into the next county. The
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absence of these characteristics of "class" did
not worry the judge to any great extent, and
he placed them as follows: Fred A. Taft's
Gordon setter dog, Don, (Dan-Lady) first;
Too M. Bassford's pointer bitch Beautiful
Queen, (Ranger-Queen) second, and Horace
H. Briggs' Irish setter bitch, Belle (breeding
not known) third.
Such was the small start of the Pacific
Coast Field Trials Club.
At the trials the following year there were
eight starters in the derby: one pointer, one
Irish and six English setters, and thirteen
starters in the all-age, five English, one Irish
and two Gordon setters and five pointers.
For the next two years the number of starters
fell off both in the derby and all-age, reach-
ing the lowest point in 1886, when the derby
had but two starters and the all-age seven.
This was the smallest derby in the history of
the club, though as late as 1894 the derby
had but four starters. The smallest all-age
stake was in 1890 when the starters numbered
but six.
In the early years of the club's trials the
owners broke and handled their own dogs,
with the result that the dogs were far better
broken and under far better control than
since the advent of professional handlers. The
interest, too, was keener and the attendance
larger. Geo. T. Allender was the first pro-
fessional handler, breaking and handling in
1885 a small string with which he won first
in the derby with J. Martin Barney's pointer,
Tom Pinch, and first in the all-age with Wm.
Schrieber's pointer, Mountain Boy. In 1889
M. D. Walters made his first appearance as
a handler, and the year following Wm. De
Mott entered the field.
Of the charter members of the club I
believe Judge C. N. Post of Sacramento is
the only one remaining. Death has called
away many of the keen sportsmen who in the
early years of the trials broke and handled
their own dogs, and the weight of many
years has compelled others to give up the
sport. Even of those who may be classed
as pioneers of the club but few remain, they
being W. S. Tevis, of Bakersfield, H. T.
Payne, of San Francisco. John H. Schu-
macker, W. G. Kirckhoff, H. W. Keller
of Los Angeles, and J. E. Terry of Sacra-
mento. But as death, old age or other causes
have depleted the ranks of the old guard, to
the roster has been added new names whose
keen sportsmanship has never allowed the
enthusiasm to lessen or the sport to grow
weaker in interest.
While the great disaster of 1905 cast its
shadow over the club as the dark clouds of
burning San Francisco swept over the state,
still the club weathered the financial storm
with a smiling face and a stout heart, and
though temporarily checked in its long suc-
cessful career, it is still in the ring to celebrate
its "twenty-fifth anniversary, stronger in num-
bers, more resolute of purpose, and with a
future promising years of continued useful-
ness.
In the history of its annual trials there
appears to be a break, as the year 1887 does
not appear in the chronological record.
This is caused by the club changing the date
of the trials from December 1887 to January
1888.
In connection with the early trials of the
club, a letter written to the writer of this
article several years ago by Joe Bassford,
one of the charter members of the club and
one of the handlers in the first trials, will
prove of interest.
"Of all the field trials I have attended I
enjoyed the two first ones the most, as we
camped outright where the trials were run.
Well do I remember the first heat ever run
(the all-age). It was between Tom Bennett's
Sibyl and my Beautiful Queen, and the
owners were the handlers. Both handlers
were very much excited, and it was : "Here,
Sib!", "Come here, Queen!" and, "Tom, have
you seen my dog?" and "Joe, have you seen
Sib anywhere?" And we helped each other
in those times to find our dogs all over the
hill.
"Then the old campfire at night, and good
Xick White caring for the blankets to keep
them clean. And in the very early morning
to see Horace Briggs plunge into Deer Creek
for a bath when everything was white with
frost. And that delicious snore of Fred
Taft's when one was tired and wanted to
sleep. We can think of it now and laugh.
"Judge Dunn judged both our first stakes,
and at the end of each heat he would read
aloud the score made by each dog, telling
how and why one dog was beaten and how the
other won. I think it gave entire satisfac-
tion as I have been in heats since and got
beaten but never could understand why. I
have also won at least one heat since and
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461
never could understand how I did it. Of
course I took it all the same, but did not
think it was right. But I was a 'field-trialer'
by this time. Well do I remember a setter
dog, Dan, I ran in the trials under Judge
Dunn. When the score was read aloud to the
crowd my dog owed the board 15 points for
chasing rabbits. How cheap I felt ! I think
it would be an improvement today if each
dog was penalized heavy for chasing rabbits.
Some of them might owe the board even in
these days."
In connection with the twenty-fifth annual
trials of this club, a review at this late day of
the pioneer importers of thoroughbred field
dogs will certainly prove of interest to our
present day field trial men.
The first pedigreed dogs brought to the
Coast were English setters. It is possible
that other thoroughbreds came to the State
earlier than those. I shall mention, notably
a brace of English setters — quite likely pure
Laveracks — brought to the Coast by Mr.
Ralston of the Bank of California, but no
pedigree of them was given, and the same
may be true of some pointers. The first of
known pedigree were imported by J. W.
Knox, of San Jose, in about 1878. These
were Belton II., (Belton — Dimple) and Bell
(Rob Roy-Garth's Bess). Mr. Knox was
never a patron of the field trials, but some of
the dogs of his breeding and their decendants
were at one time prominent in the trials and
on the bench. Among these were Leaveslay's
Juno, Miller's Sam, Farmer's Queen and
others.
I. N. Aldrige of Marysville soon followed
Mr. Knox' lead, bringing to the State
McGregor, (Rob Roy-Queen Mab) and Lula
Laverack (Carlowitz-Petrel). Some of the
descendants of these two figured in the trials
for a time but none of them proved to be
winners.
W. F. Whittier brought to the state in
about 1879 or 1880 Rock Jr. by Luther
Adam's Rock out of Sibyl. And about the
same year Mr. E. S. Maybury brought out
Dan (Prince-Dora) and Sibyl (Leicester-
Doll).
E. Leavesley, of Gilroy, began breeding
English setters about 1881. He bred very
extensively and used to sell off his surplus
stock at auction every year. His blood lines
however were not of the right kind and the
dogs bred did not figure to advantage in the
trials, but he bred a number of bench show
winners. Lola Montez, the founder of the
strain which our friends of the north are try-
ing to give the name of "Montez setter," is
one of his breeding.
Judge C. N. Post and G. W. Watson of
Sacramento, under the name of the Cali-
fornia Kennels, purchased the two bitches
Sweetheart and Janet, both by Count Noble
out of Dashing Novice, and the dog Harold
by Gath out of Gem, and two years later
added to the kennels the bitch Enid (Gleam-
Doe) a litter sister to Georgia Belle, the dam
of Gleams Sport, Maiden Mine, Callie White
and other field trial winners of note. These
were the first importations to the Coast of
what is generally known as the field trial
strain. Sweetheart was "sent east and bred to
Sportsman (Gladstone-Sue). From this union
came those two great performers Sunlit and
Sirius. Sunlit, while not as fast when running
free as some of our later performers, was the
fastest dog I have ever seen on scattered
birds. In the final heat of the race in which
she won the all-age she fairly flew from
point to point until, before the judges could
get an opportunity to call her up, she had
scored 36 singles in the one heat. All of the
above dogs except Enid were winners them-
selves, and besides these the kennels bred the
following winners: Halaldine, Saline,
Stephana, Petronella, Pelham, Johanna and
Mercury. In 1884 H. T. Payne brought to the
Coast Jolly Planter (Plantagenet-Countess
Flirt) and Princess Claude (Burgunthal's
Rake-Iowa Queen) and later Stanford
(Count Noble-Ruby's Girl) Lily C. (Cable-
Winnepeg Belle) Fred W. (Count Noble-
Spark) and Del Sur (Eugene T.-Bess of
Hatchie). From Stanford and Lily C. came
the well-known' winner, Countess Noble.
From 1890 to 1893 quite a number of fine
bred setters were brought to the Coast by T.
J. Watson, P. D. Linville, Thos Higgs, E. K.
Gardner and Geo. Crocker, until by this time
the quality of the setter blood on the Coast
was equal to that of the best, and many good
dogs were produced every year.
Joe, Henry and George ^Bassford were the
pioneer importers and breeders of thorough-
bred pointers of the Coast, and to these
gentlemen and Messrs. Post and Watson are
due in a very great measure the early success
of the Pacific Coast trials.
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The Bassfords began their importations in
1880 bringing out Ranger Boy (Dilley's
Ranger-Royal Fan) Beautiful Queen (Dilley's
Ranger-Queen) and Josie Bow (King Bow-
JoJie). At the time of her death Josie Bow
had the greatest record as a field trial dam
of any pointer bitch in America, being the
mother of six winners. From these kennels
came the following winners : Butte Bow,
Bow Jr.. Lemmie B., Solano B., Victor II.,
Blossom, Frank, Lottie B., Sankey B., Rose,
Queen's Last and Adelia.
Win. Schreiber imported from Scotland in
March. 1885. two finely bred pointers. Moun-
tain Boy (Grouse-Nell) and Lassie (Prince-
Forest Lily). In 1888 he also imported two
more from the same country. These were
Sal S. (Brag IV.-Forest Queen II) and. Nestor
(Gladsome-Forest Queen ID. Sal S. was
imported in whelp to Don (Drake-Jewell).
In 1891 Mr. Schrieber sent Sal S. east and
bred her to Rip Rap. thus introducing to the
Coast the first of the blood of that famous
dog. Mountain Boy, Lassie and Nestor were
all winners in the trials.
A. B. Truman began the importation of
pointers in 1886, by bringing out Romp P.
and Rush T. both by Sensation out of Seph G.
In the year following he added that fine
specimen of the breed Patti C-oxteth T. by
Croxteth out of Patti M. Patti Croxteth
proved a winner in the trials but her greatest
victories were on the bench.
J. Martin Barney of Dutch Flat figured
prominently in the earlier years of the trials..
He brought to the Coast in 1885 that fine dog
Tom Pinch (Wise's Tom-Beulah) and the
year following he purchased Galatea (Nick of
Naso-Temptation) .
H. R. Brown imported in 1886 a fine bitch
Donna Sensation (Sensation- Seph G.).
R. T. Vandervort, coming to the Coast
to make it his home in 1887, brought with
him two well-known pointers of superb breed-
ing. These were Vandervort's Don (Price's
Bang-Peg) and Drab (Dan-Arrow).
P. D. Linville was the pioneer in the black
pointers that proved popular on the Coast
for a time. He imported a brace of this
breed in 1886. but death claimed them both
shortly after their arrival. James Watson
took up the breed a couple of years later,
importing Old Black Joe, who won the derby
and all-age the year following. Losing him
by death Watson soon imported another
brace of the same strain from which he bred
several winners. By 1890 the breed was rep-
resented mi the coast by a large number of
dogs and bitches of the finest breeding, which
have been constantly added to until today the
Pacific Coast can boast of as good blood in
either breed as is to be found anywhere. The
sportsman's spirit of Tevis, Terry, Van Ars-
dale, Cox, Christenson, Considine, Tiede-
mann and many others have constantly added
the best blood of the East. But with these
later importations all are familiar ; I am writ-
ing only of the pioneers in the sport — of the
men and the dogs that first made the trials
a success.
• * * *
I NOTICE that the Field and Fancy in quoting
some of my articles recently credited them to H.
L. Betten. This is hard on Retten and I suppose
he will be demanding an apology, or the alternative.
Pegging awls behind a stump at forty yards are mv
favorite weapons in such affairs of honor.
rHE Hunt Kennels of Gillette, Wyoming, has a
pack of twenty -five Russian wolfhounds that
are said to be fine coyote dogs. They are
unted in several small packs, and are said to finish
coyote in short notice. They should be fast
nough to pick up a coyote readily, and if properly
■ained should have the grit to kill.
TRAINERS AND TRIALS
Editor Western Field:
IN YOUR last month's issue Mr. C. H. Babcock
had a communication which embodied a slur upon
the Pacific Coast Field Trial Club that must in
justice to the club be refuted. The Pacific Coast
Field Trials Club does not now, and never did, owe
a handler one single cent — either in whole or in
part, of any purse offered at its trials. The club does
not now deal, nor has it ever before dealt, with the
handlers in its offering of purses. The club neither
i, or other
n its trials
! to break
deals with
be per-
kuows nor cares what wages, compensat
inducements the owners of the dogs run
pay, give or offer to the men they h
their dogs. The club, in other words
the owners, not with their employees.
The trouble with Mr. Babcock is that h«
handler friends had too good a thing to
petuated, or at least it appears so from his own
statement. No doubt his employer, a wealthy and
liberal man, paid him a salary commensurate with
his services, to which, according to general under-
standing, he added all that the dogs won in the
trials.
For several years the club has been paying all
of the expenses of the trials, — hundreds of dollars
each year, — from the dues of its members, and then
giving all of the profit and entrance money in the
derby, all-age and champion stakes to the winners.
This, in many years, has resulted in the club's giving
larger purses than offered by any other club in the
Union. As the expenses of the trials increased year
by year, the club had to double the dues of the
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463
members, making them now greater than that of
any other club in America. But even this has not
been sufficient to meet the expenses, and additional
assessments have been levied, and even contributions
asked for as well. Two years ago the club decided
to limit the purses to such sums as were paid in by
the actual starters in each stake. This action of the
club was unanimous, all of the owners of large
kennels, including Mr. Babcock's employer, voting
for it. But inasmuch as this cut off some of Mr.
Babcock's income he, not unnaturally, had a griev-
ance, and last year refused to receive — for his
employer, remember — the share of the purses which
his dogs won. It is certainly the club's right to
offer whatever purses it sees fit. These may consist
ribbons if it wishes, and if
or the quality of the pot-
meet with Mr. Babcock's
' to compel him to run his
when, in obedience to his
Babcock attends the trials
r's dogs under the club's
But
,ot money, cups
the amounts oi
metal or the e
approval, there
employer's dog:
employer's orde
to handle that employer's
rules, whether "obsolete"
amenable to them. He kne
he is entitled to if he wins,
on the part of the club to
In Mr. Babcock's cooli
regret his unwarranted
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made his profe
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sinuation and frankly tender
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possible — as well as profitable —
FAIR PLAY.
A SUGGESTION TO OWNERS
THE Pacific Coast Setter and Pointer Club has
been organized to promote the interests of
English, Irish and Gordon Setters, and
Pointers. The following excerpt from its by-laws is
worthy of careful reading:
"The name of this club shall be the Pacific Coast
Setter and Pointer Club. It shall encourage the
breeding and correct training of English, Irish and
Gordon Setters and Pointers. It shall hold bench
shows, co-operate with kennel clubs in the holding
of bench shows and encourage the actual use in the
field of the above-named breeds, so that they may be
better shooting companions. It shall be the object
of this club to confer with all kennel clubs holding
bench shows upon the Pacific Coast and to suggest
to them that they choose special judges to pass upon
the merits of these breeds, and in every way in its
power it shall be the object of this club to protect
and advance the breeds above mentioned."
The Oakland Kennel Club will hold its annual
bench show in March or May, 1908, and, with un-
exampled generosity, has provided a special judge
for pointers and setters. Mr. T. P. McConnell of
Victoria, B. C, who has been an importer, ex-
hibitor and breeder for more than twenty years and
who during all that time has been a close student of
what a field and show dog should be, and who is
now recognized as one of the best judges of sporting
dogs in America, will pass upon the merits of these
breeds. This will give the California fanciers a rare
opportunity to have a recognized authority pass
upon their dogs.
It is the desire of the Oakland Kennel Club to
have upon its benches at the coming show every good
dog owned in California. Therefore they are solicit-
ing entries for the same. In order that they may
know about how many dogs will be benched, they
request that owners write this club stating what
dogs they think will be entered. Send them at once
any photographs you may have of your dogs, to-
gether with a description of same and their win-
nings, and they will give the matter the widest pub-
licity in their power in the public press and the
sporting magazines. Should you know of any other
persons owning setters or pointers, you will confer
a favor by sending their names and addresses to
this club, and we urge upon you that it is to your
best interests that you enter your dogs. The Oak-
land Kennel Club will offer an unusually attractive
number of prizes, and, in addition to these, this
club will offer quite a number of specials. These
prizes are not given to be competed for by club
members only, but any dog entered in the regular
classes may compete for any of these specials. It
is their desire that one hundred English setters and
other dogs in goodly numbers face the judge at
this show. They ask your assistance and hearty co-
operation in making this the grandest show of
sporting dogs ever held on the Pacific Coast.
There is much work to be done in the matter and
they solicit your immediate reply. Should you not
be able to attend the show in person and yet desire
to show your dogs, you can send them to the show,
and upon writing to this club they will delegate
some club member to show your dogs in the ring,
thus guaranteeing that they will be properly placed
before the jtfdge and receive their proper rating in
the prize list.
* * *
A CORRECTION
IN OUR December issue we stated that Fleets
Sargeant was reserve winners at Stockton. This is
an error; Mallwyd Beau, the seven and one-half
months old puppy, beat every dog and bitch in
English setter classes, excepting Tiverton, he an-
nexing .winners while Mallwyd Beau won reserve
THE American Field says: "The second annual
trials of the Field Trials Club of New England
were held at Hampton, Conn., on Wednesday,
October 30th, and were as great a success as trials
can be which are run without game." My, what a
chance for a "class" crazy judge!
WHAT ARE THEY GETTING TO?
IT IS really discouraging to one who loves the real
English setter for his beauty, symmetry and
stately appearance, to see in the sportsmen's
journals the pictures of the long-haired dogs, yclept
English setters, that have been placed in the field
trials. These pictures, mostly taken on point, repre-
sent an apple-headed, snipy -nosed, stilt y dog with
his tail curled over his back like a spitz. In short,
about as far from the beautiful outlines of an English
setter as possible. These caricatures win on "class,"
and foolish breeders rush their bitches to them and
thus not only perpetuate but intensify the unshapely
formation of these travesties on a once handsome
breed. Each year they grow worse and worse.
Where will it end?
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A GREATER SAN FRANCISCO ASSURED
THE campaign for a Greater San Francisco is
now fairly launched, and the matter is one of
interest to the entire State of California. It
is proposed to take in the territory with a radius of
fifteen miles on an air line from the City Hall of
San Francisco. This would include the towns on
the south as far as San Mateo, and across the Bay,
Fruitvale, Alameda. Oakland, Berkeley, Richmond,
San Rafael and interlying territory, in all covering
an area of approximately ISO square miles, and
figuring the present estimate of population of this
area, there would be 807,655 people in fhe Greater
San Francisco as proposed. This fact in itself will
be a great advertisement to the State of California,
and will place San Francisco fourth in rank with
cities of the country, instead of eighth place which
it now enjoys.
The California Promotion Committee, the pioneer
in the movement for greater cities in California, has
been for nearly two years accumulating data and
securing information regarding other cities of the
world that have consolidated, and is now in posi-
tion to show the great benefits that accrue by such
action. The committee takes the position that this
subject is one of general State interest, and has
announced that it will assist in every way possible
other committees of California that wish to take
action similar to the action that has already been
taken in San Francisco and cities about San Fran-
cisco Bay. This probably has special reference to
Los Angeles and contiguous territory. Los An-
geles has for some years been desirous of annexing
considerable area tributary to the present city, and
in its efforts it will have the hearty support of The
California Promotion Committee. The entire State
of California should get behind this movement, as
the consummation of the project is much to be de-
sired.
THEY AVERAGED 98 PER CENT
THE Winchester Red-W squad of world's cham-
pion shots, who have been shooting at tourna-
ments in the South and who have been break-
ing old and making new world's records with an
abandon that has astonished the shooting fraternity,
recently tacked up another world's record for squad
shooting, breaking 496 out of 500 in an open tourna-
ment, snooting over Leggett traps at Leesburg, Fla.,
November 21st. The scores of the individual mem-
bers were as follows: W. R. Crosbv and J. R.
Taylor, both 100 straight. Fred Gilbert, 98-100;
J. M. Hawkins, 99-100; L. R. Barkley, 99-100. This
same squad shot at another 500 targets and scored
484, making the total score of 980 x 1000. The
whole performance is remarkable, and shows not
only what expert shots the members of this squad
are, but also lays emphasis on the high quality of
the Winchester shot gun shells, which they are all
using, and also draws attention to the shooting
qualities of Winchester .repeating shotguns, as
- Taylor, Hawkins and Barkley are using
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STATE LAWS AND THE SALE OF FIREARMS
THE prohibition, through legislative enactment, of
the sale of firearms in Georgia, South Carolina,
and other Southern States, has aroused wide-
spread discussion as to the constitutionality of state
laws of this character, says Fred. I. Johnson, of
Fitchburg, Massachusetts, in presenting the situa-
tion from the viewpoint of the manufacturer in
Success Magazine.
The movement by the Legislatures of certain
states to prohibit the sale of firearms within those
states is, beyond doubt, unconstitutional; it is detri-
mental to the business interests of the states in
question, without in any way restricting the quantity
of firearms purchased and in use; it is intended to
deprive those who live in ru
protection is inadequate, 01
means to protect themselves
property; it is a hardship
merchants, for, while the la
firearms by hundreds of ha
al districts where poli.
wholly lacking, of tl
their families, and the
o an excellent class
/ proscribes the sale i
rdware stores in the states
affected, it does not prevent the
such arms elsewhere, and the mone;
goes, not into the coffers of the loci
into those of great business houses
Such a result is demoralizing to the t
in question, and to the firearms m
dustry as well.
It cannot be denied that firearms have been mis
used in many instances, and have caused no little los;
of life. The same is true, however, of many utilities
with which civilization could ill afford to dispense
The trollev car, the railway, the passenger elevator
the steamship, the automobile, and other modern de
vices cost thousands of lives annually, yet what sant
legislator would introduce a measure prohibiting tht
use of any one of these? In its own field of useful
ness the small arm is fully as beneficial as
them, and exacts a much smaller toll in human Iif
Only a very small percentage of the firearms man
factured pass into the hands of the criminal classe
The great majority of them are purchased by la\
abiding householders and are kept in their homes f<
the protection of themselves and their families again
from buying
ms expended
lerchant, but
other states.
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has been eliminated. The unco
state law prohibiting the sale of f
plain by reference to Article II of Amendment
the Constitution of the United States, which read
"A well-regulated militia being necessary to
security of a free State, the right of the peopl
keep and bear arms shall not be infringed."
The provisions of this section are broader
to
they would
not
they
purpo
An
tily the
to the superficial reader. They per
iffitia to keep and bear
but
mime
right of the i
distinctly say
The Legislatures of Georg
have acted hastily as well
Had they given careful cons
of the question, it is very
prohibitory laws would hav
sidered.
to do.
■ict this privilege to the militia, the
uld have been made to read, "the
itia to keep and bear arms;" but it
"the people"
and South Carolina
I unconstitutionally,
■ation to both sides
lbtful whether such
Deen seriously con-
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