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very nearly at the same time. Well, 

 somehow the Reynards crossed about a 

 mile or so north and then the trouble 

 began. The hounds finally straightened 

 out one of the varmints and suspecting 

 that Mr. Fox, who had gone west, would 

 make a short turn when he found he 

 was not being hounded. I retraced my 

 steps for about two miles south to the 

 vicinity where I thought he had been 

 jumped and taking my stand where I had 

 a good view of the likely places for him 

 to run, in a shorter time than I can write 

 it, I espied Reddy pacing through the 

 enter of the lots west of my stand. It 

 was amusing to watch his antics. He 

 would pace a short distance, squat, turn 

 his head, start off again, look back (and 

 I am certain he was doing a heap of 

 thinking) and away again until he 

 reached the place where I lost sight of 

 him and I had given up hopes of seeing 

 him again. He was evidently resting, 

 for, to my great surprise, out he came 

 in the center of the lot at the end of 

 which I was keeping guard, and failing 



to give the proper passward to satisfy 

 the safety of the ducks, geese, chickens 

 and game, he was doomed to join the 

 silent majority with the rest of the game 

 enemies. 



This will ever remain a green spot 

 in the memories of those who attended 

 this hunt. Everyone went home happy, 

 aches, pains, colds, insomnia all disap- 

 peared. 



I cheerfully recommend Mr. Jonas 

 Coleman and his pack of hounds to any 

 who are city sick. Take a few days off 

 during the open season. Fill your lungs 

 with pure, free oxygen, giving new blood 

 and energy to the body and know from 

 your own experience what it means to 

 enjoy a genuine sleep after a good day's 

 hunt. 



It is an old English saying that the 

 death of one stoat means the life of 

 many partridges. Our Middle Island 

 Clubmen have learned that the death of 

 some foxes, crows and hawks surely 

 gives us good quail shooting. 



WHAT GROUSE OWNERS SHOULD DO 



By D. W. Huntington. 



The Grouse would have been exterminated ere this but for the intervention of land owners 

 and lessees of shootings. — Rev. H. G. Macpherson. 



The intervention of land owners which 

 Dr. Macpherson, an English writer, says 

 saved the grouse in Great Britain should 

 teach American sportsmen that there is 

 a way to save our prairie grouse, sharp- 

 tailed grouse, sage grouse and also the 

 woodland grouse, the familiar partridge 

 of New England and the dusky or blue 

 grouse of the western mountains. 



The reason why the grouse were saved 

 from extinction in Great Britain is that 

 it paid to save them. While they were 

 about it in the older country they not 

 only saved the grouse but also made them 

 tremendously abundant, so plentiful in- 

 deed that in some years the birds suf- 



fered from an epidemic which probably 

 was due to an overabundance. The land 

 owners who intervened to save the 

 grouse soon ascertained that the birds 

 more than doubled the value of their 

 lands and there are stories of Americans 

 who went to Scotland to shoot grouse, 

 paying more for a few weeks shooting 

 than the lands sold for a few years be- 

 fore the grouse were preserved by prac- 

 tical methods. 



Now that the protective associations 

 seem determined to put the ruffed grouse 

 on the song bird list where the splendid 

 prairie grouse has been for many years 

 (in most of the grouse states) it would 



