THE GAME BREEDER 



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INDIAN ROCK FARM GAME PRESERVE. 



[This is the twenty-third of a series of two hundred articles about American game farms 

 and preserves. Mr. Richardson, like many other big game farmers, finds the business very 

 profitable and sells all the game he can produce. Massachusetts is one of the leading "more 

 game" States and the breeders are encouraged by the laws and by a capable Game Commission 

 to breed all species of game for profit. — Editor.] 



In the historic Httle town of West 

 Brookfield, Massachusetts, within a 

 golfer's drive of the site of the famous 

 Quaboag settlement blockhouse of two 

 centuries gone, a Massachusetts farmer, 

 master of the Bay State grange and 

 chairman of the State dairy bureau, has 

 established a game preserve which has 

 already made him famous throughout 

 the world and which now bids fair to 

 bring him great wealth. 



Frotn among the herds of deer, elk, 

 antelopes, wild boars and other denizens 

 of the great natural forest that sweeps 

 over the valleys and craggy hills in the 

 rear of the picturesque Indian Rock 

 farm, Carlton D. Richardson is each year 

 shipping scores of Massachusetts-raised 

 wild animals to every part of the globe. 



This experiment in a new kind of 

 farming — the breeding of untamed ani- 

 mals — has resulted in a demand for Mr. 

 Richardson's wild pets in such distant 

 countries as New Zealand, Denmark and 

 South America, not to mention many 

 zoological parks and reservations 

 throughout the United States. 



The cleverness of the West Brookfield 



farmer in originating the idea of a wild 

 game nursery for the purpose of profit- 

 ably utilizing the natural forest reserve 

 on his New England farm, and his suc- 

 cess ifi carrying out his plan, has al- 

 ready placed him at the head of the 

 Bay State Farmers' Association, and he 

 is constantly in receipt of letters from 

 "grangers" throughout the country who 

 own natural forest lands, and who are 

 now beginning to see in them the possi- 

 bilities of profitable game preserves. 



To the people of the little town of 

 West Brookfield, that nestles snugly at 

 the foot of Foster Hill, there is always 

 a charm in discussing with visitors the 

 stirring events of centuries gone that 

 took place "up yonder,", and which on 

 the summit of the hill have been com- 

 memorated by the tablets of the Qua- 

 boag Historical Society. 



But as the climax to all tales histori- 

 cal, the listener is invariably informed, 

 with much local pride of the beautiful 

 reservation from which wild game finds 

 its way all over the world. 



Standing in the silently fading shad- 

 ows of the Indian Rock game reserve, 



