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lecturing throughout the state for some 

 time, under the auspices of the State 

 Federation, which has supported this 

 agency generously. The National Asso- 

 ciation has cooperated in all these matters, 

 and feels that it is abundantly rewarded 

 by results. It has now enabled Mrs. Pike 

 to extend her work, and it anticipates 

 still larger results in the organization of 

 Junior Classes, and in the stimulation of a 

 general interest in the cause throughout 

 the Columbia Valley. 



Feather Importation In Canada 



It may not be generally known to the 

 readers of Bird-Lore that, immediately 

 following the passage of the Tariff Act in 

 Washington, on October 3, 1913, which 

 prohibited the importation of feathers to 

 this country, the Canadian Parliament, 

 largely through the efforts of Dr. C. Gor- 

 don Hewitt, passed a somewhat similar 

 measure. The Canadian law prohibits the 

 importation of: 



"Aigrettes, Egret plumes, or so-called 

 Osprey plumes, and the feathers, quills, 

 heads, wings, tails, skins, or parts of skins, 

 of wild birds, either raw or manufactured; 

 but this provision shall not come into 

 effect until January i, 1915, and shall 

 not apply to the feathers or plumes of 

 Ostriches; the plumage of the Enghsh 

 Pheasant and the Indian Peacock; the 

 plumage of wild birds ordinarily used as 

 articles of diet; the plumage of birds im- 

 ported alive, nor to specimens imported 

 under regulations of the Minister of Cus- 

 toms for any natural-history or other 

 museum, or for educational purposes." 



Allan Brooks a Soldier 



Allan Brooks, the artist, many of whose 

 colored pictures of birds have appeared in 

 Bird-Lore, is with the English Army 

 "somewhere in France." In the summer 

 of 191 5 he wrote the oflice that he would 

 not be able to do further work for the 

 Association for some time, as he was going 

 to Europe to study. Almost immediately 

 after his arrival in England war broke out. 



He at once returned to Canada and 

 enlisted in a company at his home in 

 British Columbia. He has been promoted 

 from the rank of Lieutenant to that of 

 Captain. Last December, when Captain 

 Brooks had attained the distinction of 

 the longest continuous trench service of 

 any officer of the Canadian army, he was 

 offered a more restful position behind the 

 lines, but he declined it. 



In a letter received by one of his friends 

 a short time ago he stated that he had 

 thus far escaped injury with the excep- 

 tion of deafness in one ear, as a result of 

 a shell-explosion; and that, if he sur- 

 vived the war, he would return to 

 America and hoped to paint better pic- 

 tures than before. 



Deer-Killing Dogs 



A lady writes from a village in northern 

 New York of the evil of loose dogs in 

 rural communities; and of her care for 

 winter-birds : 



"On Sunday morning, January 23, two 

 dogs chased a deer (a young doe), that 

 strayed down from the mountains, and 

 attacked it most viciously until it sank 

 exhausted and wounded on the grounds of 

 the summer home of the church of the 

 Heavenly Rest, of which my husband is 

 gardener and caretaker. He and my son 

 rescued the deer from the dogs, and a neigh- 

 bor notified the supervisor, who gave 

 permission for its removal to a barn, await- 

 ing the arrival of the game warden. My 

 three children are members of the Audubon 

 Society, and are greatly interested in all 

 wild things. They are heart-broken 

 about the deer, and we try to protect 

 everything wild that comes our way. We 

 have many wild birds around our house, 

 which we coaxed around by putting little 

 houses in the branches of nearby trees, and 

 putting crumbs and scraps in them. We 

 also fixed some branches of hemlock 

 on the windowsill of our dining-room, on 

 which my husband ties pieces of suet, 

 doughnut, bones, and pieces of a pudding 

 I make especially for them, of suet, cur- 

 rants, raisins, bread-crumbs, and scraps of 

 meat; and oh, how they enjoy it!". — 

 Mrs. John W. Payne. 



