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RECREA TION. 



Mr. W. C. Copeland, of Boston, and Will 

 Whitcomb, of Beverley, Mass. 



August 22d: Dr. McConnell and Mr. 

 Copeland went to Churchill stream, where 

 they caught 50 trout; largest i^4 pounds. 



August 23d: Dr. McConnell and guide 

 went to Indian stream, and remained there 

 over night. They caught 150 trout most 

 of which they put back; largest 1 pound. 

 New arrivals this day: Rev. Geo. Stowell, 

 Prof. Nichols, of Harvard, and Judge 

 Perry, of Connecticut. 



August 25th: Judge Perry went to 

 Churchill; caught 11 trout, largest 2^2 

 pounds. 



August 27th: Judge Perry and party re- 

 turned to Deer Island, where they had 

 stopped prior to their arrival at Mr. Marr's. 

 New arrivals this day: Mr. and Mrs. Bray, 

 and Mr. and Mrs. Killam, of Beverley, 

 Mass. 



August 28th: Prof. Graham, of Andover, 

 Mass., arrived from Parlin pond. 



August 30th: Mr. Killam went to 

 Churchill; caught 6 trout, weighing 8 

 pounds. Dr. Emerson and wife, of Bos- 

 ton, arrived to-day. 



August 31st: Mr. Killam and party re- 

 turned home. Mr. Stowell and wife and 

 Prof. Nichols, returned to-day from Deer 

 Island. Mr. Copeland went to Indian 

 stream; caught 40 trout. 



September 2d: E. C. Hersey, of Port- 

 land, arrived. 



September 4th: Mr. Hersey went to 

 Churchill stream; caught 15 trout, largest 

 1 pound. Mr. Copeland fished up the West 

 outlet to-day; caught 38 trout, largest, i l / 2 

 pounds. Whole number of trout taken to- 

 day, 79. Mr. Copeland and Mr. Hersey 

 returned home to-day. 



September 10th: Mr. Hoyt, wife and 3 

 children, arrived. 



September nth: I returned home. Saw 

 25 deer on this trip. 



September 20th: I went to Carry ponds, 

 with Senator Williams. We remained 4 

 days; fishing not very good. 



Geo. C. Jones, registered guide. 



THE HUNTER HUNTED. 



One bright, frosty morning in October 

 my husband was away from home, and — ■ 

 in Western phraseology — I was holding 

 down the ranche. No one was on the 

 place except myself and Blennie, a neigh- 

 bor's little boy about 7 years old. We had 

 gone out afoot, to drive in the calves, 

 when, looking across the meadow I saw 

 something playing in the sunshine. I 

 started toward the object to investigate. 

 When I got near enough I found it was a 

 skunk, or pole-cat, as we call them in this 

 country. I called loudly to Blennie to 

 bring me my small rifle, a 25-20. I had 

 only one loaded shell, but thought I could 



surely kill a pole-cat with that. Blennie 

 brought me the rifle; I raised it, took 

 aim at the centre of the pole-cat's fore- 

 head and the instant the smoke cleared Mr. 

 Skunk gave me an indignant look, bristled 

 his tail, and started off toward a brook 

 where I was afraid he would escape me. 

 Calling to Blennie to bring me a 45-70 

 that was in the house I tried to 

 hinder the skunk's retreat, and twice 

 turned him from the brook toward the 

 house; when, oh horrors! he turned and 

 came right after me at a 2.40 gait. , It is 

 but needless to say I turned too, and ran. 

 For a few seconds the skunk had every- 

 thing his own way. I was afraid to look 

 back; but as long as I could hear the grass 

 rustling behind me, and Blennie's loud 

 " ha! ha! " I knew I was being pursued by 

 the indignant pole-cat. When he reached 

 the bank he had tried to go over in the 

 first place, he gave up the chase and com- 

 placently trotted away. Just before he 

 went over the bank, he turned toward me, 

 with his tail bristled up to an enormous 

 size, and showed his anger in a feline way 

 — by spitting at me. Then he went on over 

 the bank and out of sight. I concluded I 

 did not want to kill him, that day, at least, 

 and turned my face homeward; a sadder, 

 wiser woman! 



Mrs. Jas. L. McLaughlin, 

 Ishawood, Wyo. 



END THE BRUTAL -SIDE HUNTS. 



Here is food for reflection.- It has been 

 kindly furnished by Mr. R. A. Gunn, Jr., 

 from the files of the Enosburg (Vermont), 

 Standard. For the first time, I am able to 

 lay before my readers the sad result of a 

 side hunt. 



Result of Annual Hunt at Enosburg Falls, Vt., 

 October 9, 1896, " For Points." 



Captain Stetson and 

 ig men. 



128 gray squirrels. 

 145 red squirrrels. 

 34 partridges. 

 4 owls. 

 14 blue jays. 

 3 crows. 

 18 woodpeckers. 

 2 hen hawks. 

 1 fox. 

 1 rabbit. 

 1 muskrat. 

 Total, 12,100 " points." 



Captain Rublee and 

 iq men. 



84 gray squirrels. 

 65 red squirrels. 



22 partridges, 

 2 owls. 



11 blue jays. 



2 crows. 



23 woodpeckers. 

 1 woodcock. 



1 fox. 



3 rabbits. 



Total, 7,695 "points." 



Is it not magnificent! Fine sportsmen, 

 forsooth, are those who can contend for 

 such honor (?) as can be found in the 

 slaughter of woodpeckers, bluejays and 

 crows! Two hundred and twelve gray 

 squirrels slaughtered by 40 gallant men, in 

 one day, "for points!" Twenty-five blue 

 jays, killed in one day by 40 human jays — 

 " for points." Forty-four woodpeckers, $ 



