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out by the record of maritime events. 

 In the city of Havana, Cuba, there was 

 a colored man famous for his periodical 

 battles with sharks until he fell a victim 

 to one of these sea monsters. There *is 

 no island of the West Indies on the main- 

 land of South America that could not 

 produce the facts to show that sharks 

 have got away with parts of the anatomy 

 of persons who have fallen overboard or 

 who have been indiscreet by bathing or 

 exposing themselves in such waters. 



As early as the eighteenth century 

 Ulloa records that off the Colombia coast 

 where the Spaniards had their negro 

 slaves engaged in the pearl fisheries their 

 greatest dangers were from sharks and 

 devilfish. The negro divers who were 

 reputed to be the most expert of their 

 day, not only could battle with sharks 

 but maintained the demand for their 

 services and the fishery was kept up spe- 

 cially off Panama for more than a hun- 

 dred years. 



The sharks would leave the waters 

 saturated with the crimson color of 

 blood, while the devilfish. carried off his 

 victims and left no trace whatever. 

 Charles Darwin has left us enough on 

 the instinct of animals, and the sharks 

 seem to be indeed remarkably sensitive 

 to the appearance of individuals in the 

 waters off the coast. — Arthur A. Shom- 

 burg, in New York Sun. 



More. 



"More'' is getting to be a common and 

 a great big word all over the country. 



More Game and Fewer Game Laws. 



Many thousands of readers now end 

 their letters, "Yours for More Game." 



We especially wish to see "more" quail 

 and grouse trapped for propagation pur- 

 poses. How absurd it is for some States 

 to say you may kill 3 or 10 or some other 

 number of quail during the season but 

 you must not ask permission to take a 

 similar number of birds alive for propa- 

 gation. 



The State should distribute "more" 

 stock birds to those who will agree to 

 multiply their numbers. Vermin in many 

 places get more State game than the 

 sportsmen can secure. Often it is eaten 



up before the last-named arrive on the 

 ground. 



A Good Book. 



John W. Talbot, one of the leading 

 practical game protectionists of this coun- 

 try, has published a very good book on 

 "Game Laws and Game." 



The first part is devoted to a discus- 

 sion of the absurdities which exist in 

 many State enactments and the second 

 part is devoted to Pheasants, their Rear- 

 ing and Hatching. 



The text of the first part indicates that 

 Mr. Talbot is filled with righteous indig- 

 nation (the kind which it is perfectly 

 proper for even Quakers to have — we had 

 it at the start) as he contemplates the 

 preventive sections of the laws which 

 tend to protect the game off the face of 

 the earth. He cites a recent important 

 decision by the New York Court of Ap- 

 peals, which indicates that the court does 

 not approve of statutes which have the 

 effect of restricting an article of com- 

 merce although they be written to pro- 

 tect game or to promote health. We 

 reprint the decision and it seems certain 

 it will be hailed with delight by those 

 who are fond of common sense and good 

 laws and who would like to see the mar- 

 kets full of game during long open sea- 

 sons, as they soon will be. Mr. Talbot's 

 book costs $1. It is published by The 

 Game Bird Society, South Bend, Ind. 

 All more-gameists will be delighted with 

 the game law discussion and breeders will 

 find the part on pheasant breeding in- 

 structive and interesting. Mr. Talbot has 

 made a valuable contribution to the 

 "more game" movement. 



A Missourian to a New Mexican. 



It wud bee a pitty fur this law too be 

 declaired unconstytooshunul. Enny one 

 who reeds what Mr. Alldoo Leopold says 

 about tha state being all covered over 

 with watter-foul, wud niver wish tha 

 state tha bad luck uv again being put 

 back into tha condishion she was in when 

 I saw her frum tha winddow uv that 

 toorist car, gasping fur me breath and 

 no watter ennywhear to quensch me 

 thurst. 



I wish too say that I perfectly agree 



