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EAN oe ae 2 . a 2s i“ 1h RK, 7 mt ae 7 os eRe NE A f TAs aNt ire an ; isi i 4 . a r Ree nhs 5 eR: RY P F Scab EON CUM ON ETAT EE a i Deane te 9 $Y s A . WRG : ee can 4 * ‘ Pete Fh ty at, ye wa mn EEN , a YF x yy , sro's eh a = ¥a DARE a okays - ah Ay ee CAN ak a a + a Be ARTS AS IS ACHON Lee oe ce uae : a 5 a NOG . : 2 . . q SOR VAGUE Aa : “ o eA Sen a ‘ ne Oe dik ee Sp HOR Les a PAN AUN : Bh nS 4 a ae sy ra beds yeah sd ae OAYS ae “eee oe TRISeN STAY NAN SONS Ri i aN RAN SRE aN SON ae SNe ei envi SVE. . . we co i a x AR oo es SS SENN “ wx M tt) see WAS & ON i o . 3M BNE HARVARD UNIVERSITY. LIBRARY OF THE MUSEUM OF COMPARATIVE ZOOLOGY S Salis BEQUEST OF WILLIAM BREWSTER (WILLIAM BREWSTER i ‘ rs ind i sii , | ad ie, shaky i RECREA TION A MONTHLY MAGAZINE DEVOTED TO EVERYTHING THE NAME IMPLIES VOLUME XVI JANUARY TO JUNE, 1902 G. O. SHIELDS (Coqguina), Editor and Manager NEW YORK 23 West Twenty-fourth Street 1902 rs) ng ‘iS mee? 5°39, Pe = Je Oa, ‘ ; reat Sy ctr wety k« once ES) pe INDEX TO VOLUME XVI. PAGE. That Is the Worst Cat I Ever Saw........------ PO. 82 Eat | Ooi ae roe ,. . FRONTISPIECE. fonaparte; A True Friend. Tllustrated.-.--.---..+----s2s2 certs ges sec er tee Joun N. Cote. a1 Thera edema. IPSN. SonAG TUS Aes o.c 5 0 SICOtD OOo OO mie Demerara yO oo) O2 ITEC ali A. L. VERMILYA. 4 Meno nvhient cine a Canadian POrest... 22 3 - ng onesie - serene pert ec ress: O. M. ARNOLD. 6 Them Volcemor thee biillse) SROCINS tose = 6 acts ene wis © ons = ow elem whe ermine Rev. R. S. STRINGFELLOW 7) Where the Bighorn Roams. Illustrated........-.----¢+---+-<-crrrccerr esses erces W. B. Lee. 9 I iaraatalnee GAPE yee a hace a ee mee oie buena laine + einige ate Rim bine nie mie bin eons A. L. VERMILYA. 13 How We Lost Our Mules. CER oe es Cs as es eee ae ee: NELSON, WARNALL, 15 Mestre Stacy of Daddy. Binks... 2.023. .-- 2.22522 = Hen no tas ae mn nee ne os ERNEST SETON. 1g Madam Woodcock at Home. Illustrated.........------------222s+- ets eeeee Homer G. GOosNeEy 20 A Winter Cruise in Northern Maine. [Illustrated......-.----------+--++-+-++- CARROLL BARKER 21 iReaseae. Rises ahs 355 CORO REE Se CS Se Or SO DlEG> op Gaerns sain srieedi loi ipioiae ARTHUR HAZLETON 22 Paper ce mCi OTE). ei a, «ns coe += %o 10 een adm se on=) inal etegiayetone 6 auageic = nicVn = =\oim ie iasarn)e chain n)* W. H. NELson 24 Dn Aen Wines ISeihe see seconde ae oo canoe aoDonED aloo Ua C.O mea smiGc Dr. A. C. SHOEMAKER 25 Mev viineturm: POE. occ. techs apetes cto patel eam nies a ia ce ee = lee «ini Rev. F. C. Cowper 26 Muntins inethe Arcties Rockies... <2: ------- ~~ => ae me ete se oe Ce Ja SLONE- 27 Piser Hunting im) dudiae es. 2. acti a 2 t= tain > det ein = 2 ees C. E. ASHBURNER, 20 @he Grizzly © Did NotoKGll <. on. as oe oe ee wo nw a vii ea ee eee C. M. CoLEeMaAn. 74 Slewfoot Arose in Front of Us and Stood Like a Statue.....------ - sss esse eee rece eee- FRONTISPIECE My First Experience on Snowshoes. Illustrated..........---- nt ee onc a OREN W. L. Graves. 85 Coleetaucnss) lllustrated by. Prentisplecean.-- eee ae ee a i = er = J. W. Brapy. 89 Hunting for a Place to Hunt. [llustrated..............---++.2-+-+--- +--+ +--+ eee Eee es diopp 93 ive Dames Wasim. losis ooenescmonopa cscs co etn oo 54055 bod > 3D Some pou A. L. VERMILYA 98 Firmiinw inthe saker Ranees 2 Js ses. ce tn ase to ae Se i en ens t olnl= \- os Gs AUSTIN: < 09 Anedninvitedm Guest aellastrate ders pee er ioe ere) tee ete ete) STANLEY WATERLOO. 103 iuipes TOrens 2) Ga Tenn are OG Neh 0e eee ieee ec ei ie aie Sano Aah Pare aa Rev. J. H. FuLier. -106 Sin Teeinaleno! Gaol 8455 oie gk eR Beer Ee SATs oie en ie eee ce ae noe J. WILLS. 109 a. Tier Rasa yim Sibyercey TUN rel rerh ges es ae ee a oe ie ee Ea Bs SCoceins.-- 112. Oaethewkralsote the: hourbooted pIWocusts\-1-)- erie oe ee tee ieee ee Henry Howarp Rose. 112 is Wneres aim lites wa diss GomienyO. sdossoccosn oo soe ose octet ose baie DAAC SO OP oe Sao cae 114 Bod elie Wonteeesbocmss OReprinted: scc050. i 5 ae eo = apntin oon siete ane eens ho ade Jor LiIncoLn. 114 Each Trailing our Fiery Serpent of Hemp, and Both Feeling It Wiismibikelwa tombe. Our sicash (Rides... 4210s LA NAPE SINGUIMEDS ove State Sens Se Avene Se FRONTISPIECE. hehe pa werainies hice. = Milustrated:(i.~ 02). 5. slew Qa weGee bie cies tai Ramsay MacNnauGHTON 167 Hunting the Bighorn in British Columbia. Illustrated..................... STANLEY WASHBURN 169 Through Coloradoms CamyOnSn cette oo ee are ee Es SE Ako vet ese Dr. J. E. Micvter 171 Wath rhe siceapine Onananiche. illustrated: - 0. cis fac. s Oar epee ales wie Been, fea VMorr 3d. 173 ae pat Poem. Illustrated Nene ch pate a Nae, EP AS tate Rie DOLE L En Gre ex Lewis A. BrowNE 175 teeny lat eande new Gr Ze bye cs oh os oc oem on St a eI ae vk ee ws Bees Rev. Francis Hore 177 UilnSe Ba atelier al Payer ii ae A rene OP eet ee A oe Cart Age era gee ee a THEODORE ROBERTS 177 The Miastereraner bentnye melliStrated irs iaS enti. Aye ey. Dae IRS anche Soe ie Ga“ JES Lucker, SR: } 179 Quiz: A Kangaroo Ratersslilustratediss 3s as eee WET gtr ete gt By een Fs H. A. THomMPpson§ 183 Bears that (CUTE ino naires Sie, Sr eis AIRES cane tae Sire Mk 1S pee eager ta Se T. B. Crapo 185 PN Aomdiatadine: ereservenitinA leskate «135, 2 eso & cello oe wees scan telcss W. T. Hornapay 188 a, TE See SPO ep Oa Sono On ee a ORES ORR hi ne a ere een eae A. L. VERMILYA 190 ae IO and Their 2s lustrated ty. 85 A. 36 Cha cn Ae ce aoe F. A. JoHNSON Ig! g ayugy Bridge. PORUIE, tice cere Oe. Ege aie eee aK wets «s G. A. WARBURTON 194 Congress phases Pull Powers 3. Gao cb oo ee ae eb eee BAIS e, Sressss/s! See Hon. Joun F. Lacty and Hon. The Predrenmernts rote a APOct ee PE GEMiceL ie oe ac 6, Mero ee nen nee es CHARLES - Ee on mite (Camesand Sate Dow 1m -bront: ot My Shelf: =). sc. sel scot eles os Sicec decks s- FRONTISPIECE The Hunted Hunter. Illustrated.... REESE BIG ODS, We ee SPSS AISI Cy i ee yaa J. W. HutseE 249 The Valley of Forgetfulness. Poem............. E. H. B 5 Nesting “hence wine races meee ty a We ne erage “STR ora e ie = ON ton ee RR ec NNA M. MatTTHEWS 251 An Incident of Angling. Ilustrated..........................., Bere cece -Fede: Imo L. Stour 257 ngling ustrated..... ii ce, egg ERS St ieee > aa ark ea J. T. Hopxins 259 pee ee il a ee eet ste WarREN ADAMS 261 Ss. ceo Sec oes CoA ISH AOS Orns 5 CIE aan eee W. F. NicHoLs 262 A Southern Bear Hunt.. Illustrated............--- llastrated cacti eee pdtistrated snr. -ee Hunting in Mexico. Seeing the Old Century Out. Self Defence with the Revolver. Illustrated....... Camping in Colorado.........-.------08---s--9% The Man Behind the Gun. Poem.............---- I Ran Backward a Few Feet, Tripped, Iynx cot Vop.). . : tppetetene miele = (ett) fale enol ee A Mix-up With a Lynx. Iilustrated........--... A Lynx Hunt in Flerida............2-.2.-- a5) The Bob Cat’s Banquet. Illustrated............- The Ganada Wynx:..j.o2. ss. acre eee i) eee Does the Lynx Destroy Deer?............--.-+.--- A Day on the Delaware. TIllustrated............ WeRBearsand a) Jistol. wee liltstrated seprerreeer reer An -idle Fancy: ’ Poewivc. 2c. <1 elect emer Wroodehucks. JUllistrazedberaean teers eet IN PRacketo 1m them ROCKMCSe etre eisai erie) «ete Down) the Moon. River selllustratedmrr reer - ret In Hell Creek Badlands. Jllustrated.........-.- hes Siminol | Ritatese a see eer oeee ris ieee. ete The Grunt of the Game Hog. Poem. Illustrated Hunting trom, the (GotheGamips-r eis cieiers eter. eke iA Minnesota, vitisikal oneness aie ciel iene ciel onal He Stacked the Cards om Them..............-.. I Saw Above Them an Eagle. and Fell With the civ oo ele .e ee) ea 2 ee) © eave! s\ vie w).« slele) aos sviio inne, ia Sa eto Pea ehohke spershon seem setae A. M. PoweELt . 341 Carl Runes eee "PAGE. FraNK FARNER 263 CHARLES WILMOT 267 SipngEy M. LocGAn 269 JAcK PATTERN 277 Dre Jj. Nha 279 GCG. L BaiwEw e282 Te. AY ARWER 3371 Dr. W. A. REEVE 333 W. L. UNDERWOOD 335 A. T. BICKFORD 337 L. D. GILMoRE 338 ZANE GREY 339 fos i A. (Pee CANDICE BRAMBLE 343 BP AR 50) Se SS Abs BRE bo Ba Ernest C. ADAMS 345 2 ol ais RAN ote cE. CCIE A. L. VERMILYA 347 Mr ee ae Oe eee cco oo L. S. WILSON 349 ES Sa rs Bo OS Geen WILLIAM T. HORNADAY 353 Ree ee Ms cc RMN RS Cuas B. WEMPLE 357 eeae Bs LS SRO ede Ste WILLIAM J. LAMPTON 358 SE een ie Bice eaere WarFIELD RYLEY 361 wise ace SS ant A RM le a Seas artes O. L. THomas 362 a5 SERA ecioeerrels s. Setee Dr. W. A. MAnn 364 PE ht comin aio 6 acta FRONTISPIECE A Feathered Hunter. filltsetrateds: 2555 vas 5 So eee ee ne ee eee I Bo Storer! 8458 A Bear and’ a, Canibouweeillastrated 2 cs oem. ort eee ee Te Ree Re tae, See Sa ee GREENHORN 415 A “Mountain “Tullaby; $b oeml.26 seo Sot oo «eR mre een eee ee Hattie H. LoutTHan 417 Partridge’. Shooting anv Plandieiee sox eee crave eon! - = eee ee er ee C. E. ASHBURNER 418 One Dolly “Varden. Ilhustrated’ss2). 2-1. 5..-..¢ - -yeeemeeneey eet enn ele tere Louis AKIN. 419 Die EFoundling:- “Poem: ergs eetees- = eee ee hte tee ee eee eh) See Rev. E. L. TirFany 420 Canoeine on the. Michigammietn 52sec. = «5 <2 = pene neige ie ele ele ee eee ee Cy SEA DERRY . 4er June Days ‘on the! UppersRecos: Wlllustrated...7 = tierce pane ehe evel eee ee Epwarp G. Taylor 423 The OF Mill “Ponds Pocus. = series: 22 ents ena hee eee ee GrEorGE W. SLAWSON 427 AO “Trip to the. Olyanpics.) een scetere eters ocean eed tet cele veto.) Ae W. S. Jones 428 Spring Voices: .Poem. 226 is 2 esisteree octets, < © SIS iaie «ME oa eee eee A. M’ELRATH 430 Held Up By Moonshinerse..2c = .ic/cidec.e oaks tls le aeetede, seer nee ner eee Jo BO UAELEN 9437 Eishin? In De Ole Maines Woods.) sRoem, Ulustratede ee eee eee ee eee EpWARD BoURNE 434 What Becomes’ of the Hems? illustrateds <= 3. cee eae eee M.- A. WILcox 436 Winter Blooming, Huckleberty; pe lllustrated 2. 0. ciate en ea eee eee C. El PEEAS © 437 Wihen the Perch Besin-t? Bites, (Roemptn cco... sae eee eee eee eee We “MES Sciurez 437 Sheep or Goat? IWlustrateds 5s 5 Sages fe opie <2. eee eee eee ieee aN eee FranK MELVIN 438 A. Prominent Game Protectionist) “Wllustrated «>. sami ceu eric eae Sie eee 439 The Fiery -Grotto. Poenvs : 5 22 pee 2 cig 32: pepe eee ee eee cer Dr. L. E. HotmMes 439 From the Game Fields, 33, 115, 204, 283, 365, 443 Fish and Fishing..... ge) Gi NG. PAO. 317s, Mt Guns and Ammunition, 49, 127, 214, 205, 377, 457 Natural WAistony:- 4. - LY i384 Bains Sou, Oss} AO} The League of American Sportsmen, 58, 141, 228, 305, 387, 467 PiOrestiyts 5, ee hare oc G4, . TA ye se esuie e302 nays Pure and Impure Foods, 67, 148, 235, 315, 395; 475 BOokwANOECeS = .sapan Sate ete 605"2375. Bl7e 475 Publisher’s Notes, 72, 154, XxXXi., 319, 398, 479 Editor’s Corner....... 70, 151, 238, 318, 400, 480 Amateur Photography, 77, 159, 241, 323, 403, 485 ; with drawing by LOUIS AKIN, By W. B. LEE 9 where the DIZNOrl KOaTS NUMBER i JANUARY, 1902 TOcnA COPY” AMATEUR PHOTO eY G. A, SPENCER, THE. NIGHT WATCH. PUBLISHED BY G: 0. SHIELDS (COQUINA) 23 WEST 241 ST., NEW YORK A Winter Cruise in Northern Maine; trou 'ivor, sy caRROLL BARKER: with drawing by J. 0. NUGENT. 4 OFFICIAL ORGAN OF THE LEAGUE OF TSMEN AMERICAN SPOR l Y | \ KAA SANANA KYA) Hi ———— —— ee — ae e253 $25 SSoseseesses SoeSoooses Saveceesess ro RECREATION Copyright, December, 1901, by G. O. Shields | A Monthly Magazine Devoted to Everything the Name Implies GO. SHIELDS (COQUEMA); 23 WEST 24TH STREET Editor and Manager. $1.00 A YEAR. ; NEW York 1o CENTS A Copy. CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER ; PAGE MT THT TORT tng, TOGO TO SEL OT oie x nie ots w's!ovRee cis vc sccy adie sco tavgecnedstunisaeWendwee ane FRONTISPIECE. Boneparte; A True Friend. Illustrated.......................... Ge oe mes es Joun N. Cote. 3 Tepe Picnarees OPM... Jess rncc ime eed. tes oe oc ON ko ia.w A eA ee te eR Es ates Se A.L.VERMILYA. 4 Wet non erent ane amaAdianlh MOvestes 22 6oo4u2 sess. oc ss jactha case cvuecatouee ccwacleoasees O. M. ARNOLD. 6 EU OTUEROESETIE FULISy . OSM une saat wh bse te deserts. Nes dives ane cenbemubieass Rev. R.S.STRINGFELLOW. 7 eee Lucmaehor: foams, - Illustrated: . <.......... -scnedempecotacs cneghauwn rs eiws dees deaad ad W.B.LEE. 9 PPCM ART TAD BUY oo) ~ SYRACUSE,NY. | RECREATION. Lil This is the Season for Winter Sports a We can equip you for them com- pletely, so that you may be just as comfortable in the woods, with the weather below zero, as you could be at home. Tents (water-proof) Sleeping Bags Heating Stoves Camp Furniture Cooking Utensils Condensed Foods Everything in the way of Articles for Sportsmen and Campers Our Articles make suit- able and acceptable Holiday presents. Send for Catalogue ‘‘R.” Mention RECREATION. David T. Abercrombie & Co. No. 2 South Street, New York City. RECREATION. STYLE 29 ; Ing P} an Concert Grand Upright \, No other piano made equals this in style and design of case, The usual way to buy a piano is from a retail agent or dealer. We do not sell our pianos in this way, but supply our pianos direct from our factory to retail purchasers. There are a great many advantages in buying direct from the factory. The most important is the saving in price, We do not employ a single salesman or agent, and we have no salesroom except our factory. We transact all of our business and ship all pianos direct from our factory and our expenses are small, and as we sell a much larger number of pianos than any dealer or retail firm, a very small profit pays us. No matter how far away you live, our improved system of doing business makes it actually more convenient and more satisfactory to buy a piano fromus than to buy one from a local dealer in your own town or city. Write us and receive full particulars. We sell the Wing Piano oneasy terms of payrients and take old instruments in exchange. iiddddadddddaddddlaiadaias TG TY — hh) Q ANS GGeitGe (Tie TONTUUITOUNUANN! 3) Sosce Siecs: Mice, oa Soc art mn mh M— JT) Tans [—) Se Caer hase AT ike be) ns ca i nt We aim to make the best piano possible and to sell it at the lowest price possible, Lf you wish to buy a fine piano at a low price, write us. SENT ON TRI AL FREIGHT PREPAID, We will send this piano or your choice of 23 other Wing é . Pianos on trial, to any part of the United States, all freights paid by us. We will allow ample time tor athorough examination and trial in the home, and if the piano is not entirely satis- factory in every respect we will take it back at our own expense. There is no risk or expense to the person ordering the piano. No money is sent to usin advance, we pay all freights. THE INSTRUMENTAL ATTACHMENT jatstarrectecty tie toves.of the : ; : Mandolin, Guitar, Harp, Zither ond Banjo. Music written for these instruments,with and without piano accompaniment, can be played just as perfect:- ly by asingle player on the'piano as though rendered by a parlor orchestra, The original instrumental attach- ment has been patented by us and it cannot be had in any other piano,although there are several imitations of it, Every Wing Piano is guaranteed for twelve (12) years against any defect in tone, action, workmanship or material. Everyone who intends to purchase a piano should have our complete catalogue. We send it free on request. + 226 & 228 East 12th Street Wing & Son, NEW YORK. : if 1868—32nd Year—i900, ‘ RECREATION. Vv CROP ORO OOO OO ERO D.9.29.59.69.69.69.69.696959595959 ““NOTHING SO RARE AS RESTINC ON AIR.’’ SOLID COMFORTION A PNEUMATIC MATTRESS. The Best netmatic Mattress BECAUSE there isn’t a particle of metal in it but the valve. BECAUSE it is the Lightest A No. 1 Camp [lattress, weighs only 10 pounds. BECAUSE it is made substantially and thoroughly. BECAUSE it is one solid piece, nothing to come apart. BECAUSE we know it is. . BECAUSE thousands say so. , For two years I have been using your ‘* Recreation’ mattress in my camping tours, and I am enthusi- astic over it. My wife, also, has one, and is just as enthusiastic. In the bad lands of the West and the Rocky Mountains, the bed gave us perfect comfort; and our companions, with their cow-boy “‘ bedrolls,”’ who began by scoffing were soon filled with envy. DAN BEARD. Oct. 14th, Igor. The Pneumatic Beds area great success. If I had had one when I first went West, I would have saved years of rheumatic suffering. J prophesy that within five years every cow-puncher and hunter will have one and consider it as essential as his saddle or his furs. Some of my friends put their air bed to a novel use the other day. They had to cross a deepand wide sheet of ice-cold water. The happy thought to use the bed came tothem. They blew it up and both crossed with ease and comfort on it. ERNEST SETON-THOMPSON. There is no more hunting a /o/e in the ground or a Aol/ow between spruce boughs for my old ‘‘hz/ bones,” for the mattress you made me makes everything smooth, even a little moss on the ice in Alaska and the ‘‘mazt’’ on top—‘ your dreams are sweet.’’ Where my hunting ground can be reached by boat or horse, your mattress will always bea part of my ouZ/it. DALL DE WEESE., LINCOLN PARK ORCHARDS AND FRUIT LANDS, CANON CITY, COLO. Pneumatic Mattress & Cushion Co. ‘nov vorv ci, Ask for Catalogue “R” and mention RECREATION. SUL CURSE OF CAMPING IS RHEUMATICS; THE CURE FOR RHEUMATICS IS PNEUMATICS.”’ A ag Ot a Ot a aT > > CACACACA CA CA EA EA EIAEA EA EAR EA EASA EA EAE CREAR EC AABA BAVA BABDAD The “ KHOTAL ” Blue Flame Oil Stove (FOR HOME OR CAMP OR YACHT) Generates gas from common kerosene, It will boil a quart of water in four minutes and cook a dinner quickly. It can be regulated to any desired degree of heat. It has no wick and no asbestos substitute. It is strong, durable and absolutely safe. A child can operate it. The “ Khotal”’ costs little to buy and little torun. Thecom- pushon is perfect ; no smoke, no smell, no soot deposit on pots and pans. Picture shows smallest size, 8 inches high, weight 5% lbs. Price, $3.75. Made in sizes large enough to cook a course dinner. P3066 628 rs Write for Free | ‘ust-ated Book. The Hydrocarbon Burner Co., 197 Fulton St., New York Mention REcREATION. oeoa> 0D OS OS? GOS 8 ( Ageia O]OGDOSDOSPEOSGHS HOSED EOSSEUESOSPSEOS SHES “ASOS“?HS IBID A Million Maher & Grosh Knives Are To=-Day in Use in the U. S. Our blades are razor steel $ hand- forged; file tested and warranted. This is the difference between them and other knives. We deal direct with consumers since 1877, This cut is ** Chauncey Depew’s Pet,?? has three blades (one ; : is a file), Handle is choicest selected 7R a: pearl; German silver back and ends, Price, in chamois case, $1.50, postpaid. Same knife, 2 blades, $1; plainer finish, 3 blades, same quality, $x ; smaller, 2 blades, for lady. $x; plainer finish, 75cents, Razor steel jack=- Knife, 2 blades, price 75 cemts. but 48c. for a while; 5 fo ¢2. This knife and 60c. shears for : $1.00. Hollow ground Razor, strop and brush, $1.33. Illustrated 80-page list free, and ‘* How to Use a Razor,” _ MAHER & GROSH CO, 74 A Street, Toledo, Ohio aaa ————— xiv | RECREATION. "WORLDS STANDARD For a Quarter of a Century Putman Boots have been the Standard among Western Hunters, Prospectors, Ranchmen and En- gineers (who demand the best) and we have learned through our per- sonal! contact with them how to make a perfect boot. Putman Boots are in use in nearly every civilized country in the World. They are Genuine Hand Sewed, Water Proof, Made to Meas- ure, Delivery charges prepaid, and costnomore than others. Send for Catalogue of over 30 different styles of boots. Also Indian Tanned Moosehide Moccasins: Illustration shows No. 900, 14 inches high, Bellows Tongue, Made on any style toe desired, Uppers are Special Chrome Tanned Calt Skin, tanned with the grain of the hide left on; (Our Special Tannage) making the leather water proof, black or brown color, large eyelets and wide leather laces, laced at side to fit boot tight around jm top, sole, light. medium or heavy. Thesoles are Genuine Hand Sewed, (making them soft and easy) and made of the best Water Proof Oak Sole Leather. Made to measure and delivered in the U. S., Canada or $/ h0 Mexico fore cio. ccs sch canto eee Oi oe j a H. 1B PUTMAN & CO. Send for Order Blank showing 36 HENNEPIN AVE. MINNEAPOLIS, MINN. how to measure your Foot. recognizes and appreciates the final artistic touch that con- stitutes STUDEBAKER style. * STUDEBAKER vehicles pos- Caste int sess all the qualities that are demanded by the most critical Uebicles carriage connoisseur—strength grace, beauty, comfort. 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Jhey were astonished at the methods in use there; and numbers of them asked why we don't tell more people about them. That is what we are trying to do; this adver- tisement is for that. If you could see us brew Schlitz beer you would be forever a friend of it. But you can’t all come, so we tell you about it. We use the finest barley and Bohemian hops. Our yeast is the best brewing yeast in the world. It is developed forever from the same mother cells—cells that are priceless to us. Cleanliness is carried to extremes. All Schlitz beer is cooled in plate glass rooms, filled with filtered air. Then the beer is filtered, and every bottle is sterilized after it is sealed. Those who see this process never forget it; and Schlitz beer has a new relish afterward. It means absolute purity. It means that we double the cost of our brewing to get it. Why .do you drink common beer, and pay just’ ass much ‘ftor“it pees not purity worth asking for? Ask for the Brewery Bottling. ‘FAMOUE ° J. LL. STACK ee ee eee RECREATION. by several bulldogs that had inter- viewed him. During the summer, he slept, from choice, on the mat at the front door. Nothing could cross the lawn in safe- iyeatter the liehts “were Vole One night when I was away from home, he ran a man into a barn and kept eaeiecGl aye wie Glovoye aie Inert, iby neighbor, who saw the performance, preferred not to interfere, so the in- truder made his escape. When I moved to Montana, 5 years ago, I gave him to a friend in Gowanda, N. Y., where he still lives, loved by all our old friends. For nearly a year after I left he made daily trips to the train, looking for the return of his old master. The man who owns a faithful dog has a friend indeed. I would be just as glad to see my old dog again as I would to see the dearest human friend I left behind. WO PICLUK is: A. L. VERMILYA. On the walls of my cosy, book strewn den Are two pictures, neatly framed ; One is “A Glimpse of a Fairy Glen,” The other “Good Luck” is named. One shows a tent in a woodland nook, With the sun just going down O’er the mountain top, where the light- shafts look Like the spires of a distant town. And grouped round the camp fire’s cheer- ful glow As they watch the fading day, Are men, telling stories of long ago, Or smoking their pipes of clay. You can almost feel the ‘air grow chill As the cool breeze sweeps along ;_ You can almost hear the lone whip-poor- will As he chants his plaintive song. Which is the better? In the other view is a placid stream, Where the sun-kissed waters glide "Tween the grassy banks where the lilies dream, As they rock on the silv’ry tide. In a boat fast moored to the nearer shore. Are two bright eyed little girls; They have gathered of blossoms a goodly store, Which they toss where an eddy swirls. From the bank a man casts a dainty fly Far out on the river cool, For the bass that lurk where the green weeds lie In a shady, crystal pool. These are the pictures that bring to me In my den on tthe city street, The sound of the whisp’ring maple tree, And the wildwood odors sweet. Ah, who shall say? I have never made the choice; Both breathe of a mellow autumn day, Such as maketh the heart rejoice. ~&. AMATEUR PHOTO BY GEO. G GRAYLING, THE TROUT OF THE YUKON. CANTWELL A COON HUNT IN A-CANADIAN PORES: O. M. ARNOLD, The fight you are making for the protec- tion of game is worthy of material support, and I enclose fee for a year’s subscription. The inherent nature of man to kill is a heavy handicap against you in the race on which you have entered, but the gradual disappearance of game in all parts of the country may act as a warning and offset the natural inclination. In my boyhood I was fond of dog and gun. My father was a good hunter and my mother was an ideal shot. I have often seen her select a chicken walking in the yard and shoot it in the head, offhand, with a rifle. Their home is in Kent county, Western Ontario. Not many years ago there were plenty of wild pigeons, quails, grouse, ducks, geese, wild turkeys, black squirrels, rabbits, ground hogs, foxes, deer and coons. Most of them have disappeared on account of not being protected. I live in the beautiful Muskoka Lake District of Ontario. Until recently deer were found here in herds; now they are scarce. In Ontario we have a game law which limits the number of deer any person may take in the open season, but that is offset by the number of persons who hunt. The law is supposedly enforced by officers who are appointed by the government without regard to any qualification save political good conduct. The game warden is clothed with extraordinary power. He may be, and is, informant, prosecutor and, be- ing ex-officio a justice of the peace, judge of his victims. These are generally poor settlers who only come within the scope of the law by killing for food. during the close season. The result is there is little killing done by settlers, and during the open season the country is overrun by hundreds of hunt- ers and trainloads of hounds, who carry on a war of extermination. They slaughter deer in the water and on well marked run- ways as if the poor animals were deadly enemies of man. If hounding were prohib- ited not only would deer increase but good still hunters would be developed. Now there are few worthy the name. My favorite sport was coon hunting. An article in March Recreation, by W. A. Bruce, brings to mind my last coon hunt. Mr. Bruce apparently did his hunting with hounds. I never fancied them for coons. [ have found them too apt to run the back track. Their power of discrimination is not good, It is anything but pleasant to fell a big tree and find it the one the coon left hours before. The hounds I knew were also inclined to run foxes, or perhaps spoil an evening’s sport by pouncing on an unwary skunk. A coon in front of a slow hound always takes a big tree. That does not happen so often with a smarter dog. They are often forced to take a small tree or be caught on the ground. The best coon dogs I have known have been yellow dogs—collies and crosses of other breeds. The proverbial uselessness and meanness of a yellow dog must have been imagined by some person who never owned one. My last hunt was with a yellow dog. He was a collie, above the average in size. As a pup he had a bad reputation in the neighborhood where he was raised. He fell into the hands of a man who pre- sented him to my father as a sort of prac- tical joke. The dog had a fine head with plenty of brains and eyes that bespoke his every mood. We all soon fell in love with that hitherto despised yellow dog. He turned out well and proved a great coon dog. When he barked up a tree a coon was surely there. The time of which I write was a fine fall evening. The frost had cleared the trees of leaves, and there was just enough moonlight to enable one to go through the thin woods without a lantern. I had gone home from school for a few days, and was sitting in the dining-room reading. Sud- denly there came a scratching at the door and the dog began to whine. I hastened out and the yelping of dogs told me a coon tree had been cut on an adjoining farm, and that the game had got away. The dogs followed fast on the track, through a bit of brush, across a cleared field and over the highway into our woods. It was what we called a swamp coon, old and wary. He knew exactly where he was going. It was to a stately elm, the largest on the property. The coon had oft- en escaped by reaching that tree. After calling me out the old dog started for the noise, but a word from me brought him back. Soon the other dogs became quiet, and as there was no immediate sound © of axes I knew the coon had reached the big elm. The animal frequented a corn field near where he was first put up. His tracks, frequently seen in mud and _ soft ground, showed that he was a big fellow. My father had given our neighbors permis- HHe VOICE OF THE HILLS. | 7 sion to cut the big tree the next time the coon took refuge in it. On other occasions they had left him there and hunted a new quarry. That night, however, they decided that the tree must come down and the coon be captured at all hazards. Thus it was that at length the merry sound of the axe broke the stillness of the night. The sound again put fever into the veins of my dog. I put a chain to his collar and told him we would go. The gladness of his soul, if dogs have souls, was expressed in his eyes and accentuated by the wagging of his tail. On arriving at the woods I saw by the cutting which way the tree would fall, and took a position where I would be safe from falling limbs. We waited patiently enough until the cracking of the tree as it started to fall set the old dog wild. He had often heard that sound, and knew it was the prelude to a keen chase and perhaps a fierce fight. I unsnapped the chain and held him by the collar with one hand while I closed his mouth with the other. The time had not come to make our presence known. The swish and crash of limbs as the great elm came roaring down through the other trees was too much for the dog, and he set up a lively fight to get loose. When the tree struck it shook the earth. JI had to let the dog go, even at the risk of his being struck with pieces of limbs which continued to fall. A coon is seldom hurt or killed by a falling tree. That one was no exception to the rule. Almost immediately he leaped from the top and made off at marvelous speed in the opposite direction from the light and the other dogs. As he ran past me I whistled for my dog, but he was al- ready on the track and he caught the coon in a few seconds. The other dogs were not yet through the top, and were hunting for the track, followed by the boys with the lantern. I had the fight all to myself. Over and under they rolled, each growling and fight- ing in his own particular fashion. When the other dogs arrived on the spot the fight came to a sudden end, and a coon paid with his life for the crime of living. ir VOICE OF. TEE aLnw iS: REV. R. S. STRINGFELLOW. I know a place where mountain peaks Look down into valleys deep; A place where the clouds come down to rest And where the storm gods sleep. I have seen the spirit of storm come forth, With his frown and his ghostly shroud, And revel awhile in the valleys below; Then back to his home in the cloud. Back to the gulch’s hollow throat, And the cavern’s yawning gap; Far in his cloud pavilion He goes for his evening nap. I have seen him come from his chamber, And, like an eagle in his flight, Cover the stars with shadowy wings, Blacker than Egypt’s night. Then have I seen the Morning rise, With glittering lances of red, And send the retreating storm fiend Back to his mountain bed. I know the winding valleys, All dark with hoary trees, That cast their elf-like shadows, And quake with every breeze. Far from the noisy railroads, That tell of the haunts of men, Back in the wooded gulches Where the panther makes his den. Back where the rivers start and flow, Fresh from the everlasting snow; Splashing the rocks with fleecy spray, Leaping the boulders and cliffs in the way, Down to the hills below. Farewell to the dust and the crowded streets ! Farewell to society’s empty sweets! The mountains look down through the haze with a smile And bid me come with my rifle a while. ’ HAD TO GIVE UP MY GUN AND BE PULLED OVER. I “WHERE WHERE THE BIGHORN ROAMS. W. Last fall the opportunity came for K. and me to go to the extreme Northwest for big- horn and mountain goats. My outfit con- sisted only of one corduroy suit and -an extra pair of trousers; 2 heavy flannel shirts; 2 suits of underwear; an extra weight football sweater, for night; a rub ber blanket; a pair of Hudson Bay Com- pany 4 mark blankets; a sleeping bag and toque, or night cap; 3 pairs of lumbermen’s socks; 2 pairs cotton socks; hob-nailed shoes; Penetang shoe packs; 2 pairs of moccasins; felt slippers; handkerchiefs ; towel and soap. These all went in a large canvas waterproof bag- called in the North a turkey. Besides these, I took a small leather carryall, into which | put reels and fishing tackle, hand mirror, comb, shaving apparatus, memorandum books, thermome- ter, a few medicaments, needles, thread, and such small things. Although we were 2 days in reaching St. Paul, the real journey seemed to begin HichemeNS Woeande ) shoarded CTOSK REREHINI) THEN. TNNDTANS WITH NINE HOW WE LOST OUR) MULES. NELSON YARNALL. After the Phil Kearney massacre, and the treaty of our government with the Sioux Indians, under which Forts Phil Kearney and C. F. Smith were aban- doned, the mules from those posts were sent to Fort Laramie and turned over to the quartermaster there to be foraged through the winter. When Laramie re- ceived its allotment for forage no allow- ance was made for animals from other posts. As hay and grain could not be had so late in the season, it \.as thought best to place the mules in charge of com- petent employees, and send them out to be herded on the grass for the winter or until forage could be brought out from the Missouri river. Accordingly the mules were placed in charge of a man named Daniel McCall, who chose from the post employees a competent cook, one. teamster, 2. day. herders and 2 night watchmen, a Mr. Smith and me being employed for this duty. We prepared to make ourselves as comfortable as possible, drawing from the quartermaster good tents, axes and cloth- ing; from the commissary a liberal supply of provisions, and from the ordnance de- partment good guns and ammunition. The mules were counted and receipted for by Mr. McCall, and we started for the graz- ing grounds on the Laramie river, about 20 miles from Fort Laramie in a Westerly direction. There were something over 100 animals. They were poor; but although the weather was cold, it being midwinter, the grass was so plentiful on the range that in a short time they had gained in flesh won- derfully, and when turned out of the corral would run and play like colts. It was sur- prising to see so great a change in so short a time, as well as amusing to watch them in their playful moods. The place chosen for our camp was in a beautiful grove of cottonwood trees, which, beside affording excellent shelter from the cold winds, furnished an abun- dance of good fuel and material for a corral. This we made by felling trees in a circle. After our tents were pitched and every- thing prepared for the remainder of the winter we congratulated ourselves on the good time we would have. Antelope and deer were plentiful, and a good supply of meat for our camp, with an occasional choice cut for the commanding officer and the quartermaster, was almost a_ sure thing, we thought, 35 On the North and South sides of the river were low, broken hills, with coulees coming into the river at short intervals. This broken, hilly country terminated on the South side about a mile to the East of our camp, and a comparatively level plateau extended thence Eastward 4 or 5 miles, making an ideal place to hunt ante- lope. The rough, hilly country to the Westward of this plateau afforded an ex- cellent hunting ground for deer of both kinds. It was also an excellent hiding place for Indians, as we soon learned. It was my custom to retire at sunrise and sleep until our noonday meal was ready. Then, if not rested, I would retire again in the afternoon. One fine day, after I had eaten my din- ner, I shouldered my gun and went after a deer. I had not gone far, however, when I saw fresh moccasin tracks. I imme- diately returned and reported what I had seen to Mr. McCall, but he thought the tracks might have been made by some of the coffee coolers from the post, who might be out hunting. I argued that the coffee coolers would not hunt in our vicin- ity without visiting our camp. The matter was dropped, however, and nothing more thought of it for a short time. We had enjoyed, for a month per- haps, the pleasant time we were foolish enough to anticipate, when one morning while Mr. McCall and party, excepting one day herder, the cook and me, were absent at the post for the purpose of renewing our supply of provisions, a stalwart Sioux Indian appeared in our camp. I had turned the mules over to the day herder and had retired to try to make up some of the sleep I had lost the previous night. The cook was busy baking a Dutch oven full of fat deer’s ribs, and I had just gone to sleep when the cook’s head appeared in my tent, and in a voice which I thought sounded a little shaky he said, “VYarnall, for God’s sake, get up; there’s an Indian in camp and I can’t make out what he wants.” “Perhaps he smelled the meat you are cooking and came in to have a feast,” I answered. I knew the sign language, and as I was the only man in camp who could talk with an Indian, I dressed and walked out to the camp fire, where the Indian was sit- ting, eyeing our oven of meat. I waited some minutes for him to open the con- versation, but as he showed no inclination to begin. J asked him, in the sign lan- 16 RECREATION. guage, where he was going and what he wanted. He replied, in what seemed to me the easiest and most graceful signs I had ever seen, that he was on his way to the Cache La Poudre, to visit friends. I asked him if he was alone. He replied shat he was, and added that he had come a long way; that he had no meat, and was very hungry. I told the cook I thought the Indian lied; that it was my opinion he was in our camp as a spy, and might soon return in a very different man- ner. All of which I now believe the In- dian fully understood. I had some other conversation with him about hunting buf- falo, going to war, etc., after which the cook gave him his breakfast. After eating what seemed to me enough ton Satisty, 2 _ Mune hyaaemenyatden kndian mounted his pony and rode away, but in the opposite direction from the Cache La Poudre. This greatly increased our fears for our safety. The cook, especially, was greatly frightened, and I imagined I could see his knees tremble. I again retired, after sending word by the cook to the day herder to be on the alert, and by no means to allow the mules to wander too far from camp. I could not sleep, however, and soon arising, sug- gested to the cook that we would best for- tify ourselves, as I fully believed we would be attacked. We accordingly piled logs around our tents, which afforded fair pro- tection from any possible attack. My gun was an old Spencer carbine, of 50 or 52 caliber, and when fired the ball traveled so slowly that at a few hundred yards an Indian would have plenty of time to dodge the ball if he should see the smoke from the gun when fired. On one occasion I fired it, at a distance of 600 yards, at a band of antelope, and on watching them some seconds after firing, was surprised to see 2 of them tumble over. I proposed to exchange guns with the cook, his being a modern Springfield, but he would not hear of it. On the following morning, after giving the day herder instructions and turning the mules out of the corral, I had just re- tired to my tent and rolled myself in my blankets when I heard the clatter of a horse’s hoofs on the frozen ground, and the voice of the herder exclaiming, in the highest accent possible, ‘In-di-ans! In-di-ans!! In-di-ans! ! !” I leaped out at once, but was only in time to see the herd disappearing over the crest of the hill, with 9 Indians close behind them, yelling like demons and shaking their blankets at the frightened animals. If it had been amusing to see them kick and play, at times, it was much more than amusing to see how quickly they climbed the hills and disappeared. I would not have believed it possible for a mule to run so fast had I not seen the stampede with my own eyes. There were left standing around the cor- ral, enjoying the morning sun, a number of mules, 2 of which we secured as quickly as possible. Neither the cook nor I had a saddle, but we mounted hastily and all 3 of us started in pursuit. It was a foolish thing to do, but we felt the loss of our charge so keenly that I believe had we not been fortunate enough to secure a mount we would have started after the redskins on foot. We urged our mounts forward as fast as they could go, anxious to come up with the Indians, but of course were unable to do so. We followed the trail until after noon, when, seeing the hopelessness of further pursuit, we returned, reaching our camp at one o'clock at night, about as sore and as tired a trio as could be found anywhere. I have since often thought how fortunate for us that we were unable to come up with the Indians. On our return we attempted to withdraw poisoned arrows from 6 mules that had given out and had been wounded by the Indians; but we were unable to do so, as the arrow points were too firmly imbedded in the flesh. The poor mules afterward died of their poisoned wounds. Two of them tried to get back to camp, but were too weak to do so and died on the way. After preparing a hasty meal we all re- tired, and it seemed to me I had just gone to sleep when I was awakened by the fa- miliar voice of McCall, who, in decidedly unpleasant language and accent, demanded of me the whereabouts of the mules. It transpired that while we were in pursuit of the Indians, McCall and party had re- turned. Finding the mules and us gone, they naturally supposed we had run away with our charge. Hastening to the post they had reported the matter and had re- turned with a party to follow us. After explaining to McCall the true sit- uation, and that we were not the guilty parties, we were informed we’ must take the trail again. This time we were furnished saddles, bx 2 of McCall’s party remaining in camp. and, mounted on animals that had only been ridden 20 miles, we again started in pursuit. The Indians then had 24 hours the start of us, and our chance of coming up with them, without a change of horses, was a hopeless one. We pushed along, however, until after nightfall, when we came to a small stream, a tributary of Horse creek, Southeast of Fort Laramie. There we halted for the night. After un- saddling we found the little stream was frozen entirely dry at that place, and we HOW WE LOST: OUR MULES. iy were unable to get water tor the horses. We managed to get a drink ourselves by melting snow. There was no timber along this stream, and as the weather was very cold, the only way we could keep from freezing was by dividing our party into reliefs, keeping one man at work gathering the little willows that grew along the stream and adding them to the fire. I managed to get a little sleep during the night by rolling myself in my overcoat and lying near the fire; and what sweet sleep it was! I shall never forget how hard it was to arouse myself when called to do my half hour’s gathering of willows. At the first peep of day we were in the saddle and following the trail, which then bore a little North of East. At about Io o’clock we came to the main stream of Horse creek. There we halted long enough to water our thirsty animals and to prepare a cup of coffee. This, with a few pieces of dried buffalo meat the In- dians had lost and I had picked up, and some hard bread, made a meal we greatly enjoyed. ; After eating our scanty breakfast we mounted and again took up the trail, which then bore still more to the North. About loaded with logs, such as are commonly used in the West in building houses. We wondered how their owners could have escaped, as they were in advance of the Indians and directly on the trail. Our fears were soon confirmed, for on ap- SNOWSHOEING ON MOOSEHEAD LAKE, proaching the wagons we found the har- ness cut to pieces, and the bodies of 2 men near. They had been scalped and horribly mutilated. One of the men was bald, but had a light growth of hair around the lower part of the head, which the In- dians took as a scalp. It has been asserted that an Indian warrior will not take the scalp of a bald person, but in this case they appropriated what little hair remained on the poor unfortunate man’s head. We found an axe near one of the wagons, with which we cut the frozen earth and buried the bodies as well as we could. The men had been hauling logs to build a road ranch on the North Platte river, near Scott’s Bluffs; but there was no clue to their names, as the Indians had taken every vestige of their clothing. We followed the trail until nearly sun- set, when we came to the North Platte river. There we found the Indians had crossed and were evidently so far ahead of us it would be impossible to overtake them with our jaded animals; so we gave up the chase and turned toward Fort Laramie. We camped at the Cold Spring ranch that night, and on the following day rode in to the post. I have lately been looking over the his- tory of Sitting Bull, and find that one of his most daring feats was to “run off a whole herd of mules.”” In all probability the herd of mules he ran off was our charge. AMATEUR PHOTO BY E. A, NORWOOD, aR RSE eae AMATEUR PHOTO BY D. H. DARLING. Fae eas ec ae THROUGH FOREST AISLES. See page 32 AMATEUR PHOTO BY D,. H. DARL'!NG KNEE DEEP IN JANUARY, See page 32 18 ite iets. Oiey OF ADDY BINKS, ERNEST T, Poor old Daddy Binks kept a corner grocery in a back street of Portcoma, in the State of Washegon. AS “a boy ‘40 years» afo in Pennsyland he had been fond of an_ occasional — shoot, and once or twice after he went West he had had a lovely time, killing 6 ringtail pigeons with his own hands, on the most glorious of these occasions. That was the crowning exploit of his life. But alas! it was 35 years ago, and never once from that day to this had his lot been anywhere but among the grocery boxes, working from dawn till nearly midnight to do his duty by his family. An appar- ently interminable task, for the family didn’t seem to know when to stop coming, and had already transgressed the tradi- tional limit of the baker’s dozen. But Daddy Binks was a cheerful soul. He stuck to his job, and buoyed his spirits continually with promise of a day’s shoot- ing some time. This long deferred hope grew first into the daring ambition of his life; then, after years of waiting, it be- came too good to be true, and was glorified into an iridescent but impossible dream of Paradise. Sometimes in the 5 minutes smoking time that Daddy allowed himself after dinner, he would indulge in a little day dream and see himself out again with a gun, a real shooting gun! as when a free, wild boy. Sometimes he went a little far- ther and pictured himself proudly arriving home with 6 or even 7 ringtail pigeons in his hand, while all the neighbors would crowd around and hooray and join in his triumph; for everybody without exception loved dear, harmless old Daddy Binks. For 35 years he had been in this hopeful state of mind, when an unexpected, an almost impossible, combine of good luck not only put it in his power to go hunting but actually forced it on him. At first the idea of really going was soinething of a shock; but when he saw the gun his friend loaned him and pored over the map of the duck grounds his en- thusiasm soon reached the old time fever heat. All in due course he reached the grounds. Again luck was with him. He came on a wonderful flight of mallards, and Daddy blazed and blazed. The ducks kept falling, falling, and Daddy grew younger with every shot till he got away back long before the years of discretion, and in a perfect delirium of joy. Oh, the SETON. ecstacy of that day! Seventy big fat mal- lards, when a _ ringtail pigeon would have set his cup a-brimming! Oh, the glory of that return home, that march up the main street of Portcoma, with all the neighbors rejoicing in his joy! Cesar? Alexander? Dewey? Pah! not for a moment! They never had such a draft of unmitigated happiness. It would be his last, probably, but what of that! Here was enough for a lifetime. Next morning the Portcoma Blaatter came out with full particulars and old Daddy began positively to swell and feel himself an important member of the com- munity. Within the next day or 2 he was posing as an authority on ducking and recommending this gun, that powder and such a boat with the air of an expert. In each case, of course, it was the article he had used on his one duck hunt. It is wonderful how the fame of the great spreads. One morning there came to Daddy Binks’ grocery store a letter from a great editor, 4,000 miles away. It was a polite, almost deferential, note, stat- ing that according to the Portcoma Blaat- ter he, Mr. Binks, had on such a day killed 70 mallards with his own gun. Was it true? Daddy swelled with pride to see how his fame had rolled from ocean to ocean. He at once wrote the editor a full account on the back of an old invoice. It was not only true, it was less than the truth, for 5 more mallards had been winged and were subsequently secured! (They were really contributed by deceitful friends, who wished to swell Daddy’s bag and _ happi- ness, so the old groceryman could claim a one: day bag of 75 mallards.) A record surely ! For one short month his joy was com- plete. Then there came to his happy home a marked copy of a great sportsmen’s mag- azine and Daddy’s eye soon lit on this item : THAT NOTORIOUS PORTCOMA GAME HOG. D. Binks, the notorious game hog, has outraged the feelings of every decent citizen by a shameful slaughter of ducks. He not only admits, but brags, of having killed 75 mallards in one day. Poor, harmless, old Daddy Binks! Sev- enty-five ducks in 35 years; 2 ducks per annum! He was dumbfounded by the ex- 20 RECREATION. posure. His shame had gone farther than his fame. Publicly denounced and held up as the vilest of the vile, he was utterly crushed. The first blow was terrible in its unjustness. He had not buoyancy enough, self-assertion enough, to recover. But his friends rallied round him. The Blaatter came out with a stinging retort, that the Eastern editor never saw. It did old Daddy some good, but could not reinstate him. The old man was forever shut up on the subject of ducking. The last light of his dull, grocerman life was quenched, and he went his way as before, but everyone could see he was a changed man. He was carrying a load that could not be talked away. No wonder his friend who lent him the gun swore. “Td rather 1,000 real game hogs should go unscorched than to see a nice, harmless, old man like that all broken up with an un- just roast! If I ever get a chance [’ll—” He didn’t say what, but all the town knew and said they would, too. MADAME WOODCOCK AT HOME. HOMER G, GOSNEY, I send ‘you herewith a photo of a mother woodcock and her nest. She is still here, and nothing would please me more than to take you to her nest and give you a chance to look at her. I don't bother her aay Glens seoye should like to get another shot at her and the chicks, af- ter they come oie, Ih inevie. In © Vy Gow Cr 5 We Owe Gl ines ss hard negative to get, for they fly when they are no larger than bumble bees. Please enter this picture in your contest. It was taken with a eetiem-O. 4x5; Eastman exes) meh plate, with tel- ephoto attach- ment. Developed with weak pyro. Ex- posure, 4 seconds, wide open lens. Camera about 5 feet from nest. The posi- tion of the nest made it hard to photo- graph, and the set of the tripod legs threw the camera in such « position that the AMATEUR PHOTO BY HOMER P GOSNEY. bird looks higher than her nest, while she is just opposite and on a level with it. In photographing the nest I threw my focus- ing cloth over a few twigs to prevent the sun from shining on them when the ex- posure was made. If amateurs would quit their random S ho: 0) ts at