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it was no unusual thing to see two or three wagon loads 

 of spoiled ducks hauled out into the country and 

 dumped into a coulee. He seemed to take comfort in 

 the hope of better things. Both he and Warden Bow- 

 ers are assured of the wisdom of the non-resident act, 

 whatever the non-resident himself may think about it. 

 I think both the Chief and myself would be disposed 

 now to say that if a shooter can in any way afford it, it 

 would pay him better to pay his $25 in North Dakota, 

 where he can get some shooting and where the birds are 

 not being destroyed in such quantities for the markets, 

 than to go to some more liberal but more illy-stocked 

 State for a sporting trip. I know this license law has 

 stopped much shooting and cut off much non-resident 

 travel to North Dakota, for the gun stores of St. Paul 

 and- Minneapolis complain that it has hurt their trade 

 with sportsmen who outfit for shooting trips to the 

 Northwest. Even the railroads don't like the law, for 

 it lessens their traffic. The ducks, however, are to be 

 congratulated upon it, and so are those whose fate en- 

 ables them to get a look in at one of the greatest re- 

 maining sporting grounds of America. 



It was 1 1 :45 in the morning when our long ride over 

 the easy prairies came to a pause at the famous Chase 

 Pass. From the high ridge which rims in this valley 

 we looked down and saw two great lakes, each reaching 

 away four or five miles from the point of view, each 

 perhaps half a mile or more across. Between these two 

 bodies of clear water there stretched a high ridge of 

 hard, dry ground, apparently a quarter of a mile across 



