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wings; he uses a gun that is little less 

 than a small cannon; he pots quail in 

 flocks on the ground ; he bags fledgling 

 grouse that can hardly fly ; he flails a net 

 for, and uses dynamite on, brook trout ; he 

 slaughters snipe and plover in nesting 

 time; he traps, he snares, he steals he 

 resorts to any method to get the goods 

 that bring him market money but he 

 never makes a single move or contributes 

 a single penny toward protecting or in- 

 creasing our game. Nor do the potster, 

 the boy gunner, and the summer-vacation 

 fellow ever exert themselves in behalf of 

 the very things that afford them sport. 

 The sportsman, on the other hand, de- 

 votes both time and money to the protec- 

 tion of game. For every bird he bags 

 and every fish he creels he breeds or 

 helps to breed a dozen/' 



" What 's this town, Doctor ?" asked 

 Corbin, as the wagon bowled down the 

 smooth macadam road into a little set- 

 tlement quite on the edge of the salt 





