OUR MEDAL FROM ENGLAND 



TO THE wild life protector who endeavors to do his 

 whole duty and hew to the line, life is not all a bed of 

 mountain roses, nor even of lilies of the valley. Sometimes 

 he is compelled to thwart the purpose of his own friends who 

 persist in trying to go wrong ; and in warfare for the success 

 of his causes he makes enemies in direct proportion to the 

 extent of his activities. The more he succeeds, the greater 

 the number of those who hate him for his success ; and he 

 who takes up the sword of Protection may bid farewell to all 

 dreams of "popularity." 



All this being true, no man is more entitled to exhibit 

 tokens of approval that happen unto him than is the wild 

 life campaigner. It is not often that the world bestows 

 substantial tokens of approval upon living civilians, and the 

 most of the world's appreciation is reserved for dead men 

 who are beyond its reach. In the bestowal of worth-while 

 awards of merit, America is slow, stupid and 50 years be- 

 hind her progress in other fields of endeavor. 



The wild life worker has small need to hide his light under 

 a bushel, or to wrap his medals in napkins, as did the un- 

 wise servant with his talent. We see no reason to conceal 

 our genuine joy in the bestowal at the Guild Hall in Lon- 

 don, on March 12, 1918, by the Royal Society for the Pro- 

 tection of Birds, of its gold medal of honor upon the Cam- 

 paigning Trustee of the Permanent Wild Life Protection 

 Fund. It was the official declaration of the President of the 

 Society, the Duchess of Portland, that it was awarded "in 

 recognition of the great services rendered by him to the 

 cause of Bird Protection, especially in promoting the Inter- 

 national Treaty between Canada and the United States of 



