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ribbed, bone-headed game laws is that they keep 

 a man from shootin' game when he needs it, so as 

 to save it up for the rich fellers to shoot who don't 

 need it." 



''Hold on there a minute," said the younger 

 man. ' ' You think the poor ought to have the same 

 rights as the rich?" 



''That I do!" declared Bull, banging his fist on 

 the table, "an' I'm dead sot against any law what 

 soft-soaps the millionaire. An' what's more, 

 I 'm a-goin ' to fight any such law ! ' ' 



"Of course," the official rejoined calmly, "so 

 would I. But don't you think that the rich man 

 ought to have the same rights as the poor?'* 



This was an entirely new point of view to Bull 

 Adam, and he stared blankly at his questioner. 



"No, I'm not joking, I mean it exactly that 

 way, ' ' affirmed the Biological Survey man. ' ' Take 

 Wild Duck, for example. You know, as well as I 

 do, that there are only a few places where the duck 

 go for winter quarters. Why should one man 

 shoot them all, just because he happens to live 

 there, and, that way, prevent any one else from 

 having a chance." 



"I ain't preventin' no one," said the pot-hunter, 

 in defense. 



