FROM THE GAME FIELDS. 
I told the boys I had killed 2 deer they 
ridiculed the statement, but I got even 
with them by taking them out to the 
place and making them take turns carrying 
in the deer. We had venison steaks dur- 
ing our stay of 6 days and venison to 
take home with us. We built, during that 
time, a fine cabin in which I have since 
spent many happy hours. 

A MOOSE IN TOWN. 
The Canadian game law, limiting the 
number of moose to 2 for each hunter a 
season, is particularly hard on the men 
who have chosen Waverley, Nova Scotia, 
—the Acadian Klondike—this year as a 
starting point for their coming excursion 
‘into the big game field. Rumor of the 
presence of game does not always pre- 
cede fact, but in this case it does. The 
residents of Waverley, at least those who 
were within eye distance, were surprised 
a few days ago by the unprecedented ap- 
pearance of a huge cow moose which came 
down the mountain, at the foot of which 
Waverley is ensconced, and after a cu- 
rious look around at the tiny yellow tinted 
hotel, the whitewashed church and rural 
cottages, stepped boldly into the lake and 
swam across to the opposite shore where 
she disappeared. Many a hungry eye fol- 
lowed her graceful movements, many a rifle 
was covetously handled, as the story 
spread through the settlement, and 
brought many witnesses to the shore. It 
was first sighted by 2 young women, 
placidly pursuing their way along the 
mountain road -skirting the lake, who 
looked up suddenly to behold the huge 
head fronting them from some bushes. It 
would be hard to tell which was the more 
frightened, and as but one side of the 
story has been heard, we shall probably 
never know. 
This big moose is said to be one of a 
herd located about 4 miles from Waverley, 
and was pronounced by those who saw 
her one of the finest specimens ever seen 
in this locality. If the herd escape 
the hunters who are even now tracking 
them, it will be because they have taken 
advantage of the time which still inter- 
venes until the commencement of the 
hunting season to make their escape into 
safer quarters. 
Waverley boasts the presence of a very 
noted Indian guide, a halfbreed, living in 
a camp at Mt. Uniacke with the aborigines. 
or Micmac Indians. He gave an exhi- 
bition of his skill a few days ago to some 
hunters, by rolling some birch bark into 
a cornucopia, climbing into a tree, and 
uttering the plaintive moose call so woo- 
ingly that the old hunters at work under- 
ground in the gold mine dropped their 
pick, shovel, and car, and came rushing 
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to the surface, forgetting everything but 
the old hunting instinct. 
Gertrude F. Lynch, Waverley, 
Scotia. 
Nova 

HOW TO STOP THE SELLING OF GAME. 
Enclosed find $1 for renewal of sub- 
scription to RECREATION. I have noted 
with pleasure the rapid growth in popular- 
ity ol, your magazine, intact i) has) sit 
passed my expectations in every way. It 
is decidedly the true sportsman’s jour- 
nal, and no one rejoices more than I[ at 
your success. You may be pushing the 
bristle business to extremes, but as to that 
you know. best. Of course, I fully agree 
with you in your efforts to protect the 
game and fish of our country. If we 
could induce the legislatures of the various 
states to enact laws prohibiting the sale 
of all game, then our forests, prairies, and 
fields would soon again teem with the 
game animals and fowls that are now al- 
most extinct. 
To illustrate: A few years ago our leg- 
islature prohibited the sale of quail under 
a severe penalty for violation. In our 
own county the. quails had been slaugh- 
tered for market. Soon after the passage 
of that act one of our grocery men hung 
out, as he had been in the habit of doing, 
a bunch of quail for sale. He met with a 
ready sale, was arrested and fined $30 and 
are more abundant in this county than I 
costs. These were the last quails offered 
for sale in our city. To-day these birds 
have ever known them to be, though 1 
have lived in the county for more than 4o 
years. 
C. A. Walker, Carlinville, Ill. 

HE LIKES COLORADO. 
I have often wished to say to you “get 
your bonnet on and start.” My trip has 
been one gilded, glorious triumph. I am 
proud of the states and glad I am an 
American. These Western people are all 
It seems to me they are more 
thoroughly American than the Eastern peo- 
ple. At any rate they are exceedingly 
pleasant and hospitable. Sanford, of Gunni- 
son, is a royal fellow, and I enjoyed my 
stay there very much. I shall never forget 
Southwestern Colorado. I believe it the 
finest spot in the world; and am not 
prejudiced either. I went into Colorado 
free to compare its scenic features with 
those of the old world and let the best 
man win; and my judgment is that there 
is nothing to compare with San Juan, 
Ouray, and adjoining counties, in the wide 
world. It rained like all the time I 
was there, but I ran over pretty much all 
of the country between drinks and en- 
joyed it immensely. 

