The true sportsman, however, never kills for the 
mere lust of killing, and never wastes his “‘ game.”’ 
The recklessness of a few men, who style themselves 
naturalists, is sufficient to damn a whole crowd of 
unoffending persons in the eyes of certain preju- 
diced people; and in this connection, the tendency 
in some circles to confuse the genuine amateur with 
the professional collector, is the more deplorable, 
as the difference, so far as the harm wrought by each 
to bird life is concerned, is very considerable. 
No ornithologist, worthy of the name, has any 
sympathy with the professional, who follows his 
bent, purely from monetary motives, and besides 
carrying on an indiscriminate system of egging, 
slaughters rare and beautiful birds at random, so 
long as the natural history and millinery establish- 
ments afford him a market for his goods. It is this 
type of collector, along with that frequently iis- 
guided individual the game-keeper, and a certain 
class of shore shooter, that the birds have most to 
fear. The gamekeeper on most preserves is out to 
kill every bird of prey that comes within gunshot, 
with the result that some of our raptorial species are 
now on the brink of extinction, and so long as game 
preservers sanction, or permit, this kind of slaughter 
the extermination of these birds is merely a ques- 
tion of time. 
The shore shooter’s object is mainly big bags. 
It is a not uncommon sight on some parts of the 
coast in early autumn, when the great wave of 
migration has set in, to see shore shooters empty 
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