RECREATION. 



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A FEARLESS GAME WARDEN. 



I have just returned from a trip up the 

 John's Brook valley, camping near the 

 foot of Mt. Marcy and the Gothics. It 

 was a still hunt, and we did not expect to 

 get anything but the fun of it. That's 

 what I got, though we did see some deer. 



This region was formerly hounded to 

 death, and 3 years ago it was difficult to 

 start anything with dogs. To-day the 

 ground is covered with deer tracks in all 

 directions. My guide is sure there are now 

 at least 150 deer in that basin. While we 

 were there a party of hunters came up. 

 They all agreed they had never seen any- 

 thing like it, and that it was the result of 

 not hounding. In going up we followed a 

 lumber road most of the way, but returned 

 through the woods, away from the chop- 

 pers. We found plenty of deer signs to the 

 edge of the woods, a mile back. When 

 hounding was permitted the deer did not 

 come within 3 or 4 miles unless driven. 



I don't know whether you have heard 

 from Horace Braman, the League warden 

 here. He went for a party of 7 or 8 who 

 were hounding, some 15 miles South of 

 here. They shot at him several times, but 

 he got behind a tree and sent in his bul- 

 lets so fast and close that the men prompt- 

 ly surrendered. He arrested 2 of them. 

 Have heard that one had since escaped. 

 They found he could not be frightened. 

 Was glad to hear this, as he was appointed 

 on my recommendation. 



You had some mighty good illustrations 

 in the November number; woods pictures 

 that looked as if the artist had been there. 

 H. S., Keene Valley, N. Y. 



QUAILS COME HIGH. 



Louisville, Nov. 9. — The Chase-David- 

 scn Company was fined $10 for each of 

 3 birds offered for sale to George A. 

 Newman, Jr., who visited the store with a 

 view to a prosecution under the game 

 laws. The decision was announced by 

 Judge McGee, who tried the case. 



The defense was that the birds were part 

 of a cold storage lot from last year's open 

 season. Judge McGee held this plea of 

 no avail, as the law provides a penalty for 

 having birds in possession out of season. — 

 Owensboro, Ky., Messenger. 



That's right, Judge. Soak them every 

 chance you get, and sportsmen will rise up 

 and call you blessed. — Ed. 



Darling, my love grows day by day, 

 t I hope and pray it ever will; 

 I've heard you sing, I've heard you play — 

 Yet spite of that I love you still.— Judge. 



The only hero who can stand the test 

 and not make a fool of himself is a dead 

 one.— Leavenworth (Kan.) Times. 



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THE FRANKLIN MILLS CO., LOCKPORT, N. Y. 



There are some hunters who, seemingly, never grow 

 weary of slaughtering game as long as it is within **un 

 shot. A party of Madera hunters consisting of C. F. 

 Toby, J. F. Dalton, E. J. Leonard, J. C. Straube, W. S. 

 Patterson and C.J. Eubanks, killed 850 doves on the 

 Daltan and Rhea ranches one day last week. — San 

 Francisco Examiner. 



Here is another great daily that has 

 championed the cause of game protection 

 and of decency in sport. If the Examiner 

 will continue to thus stigmatize the men 

 who slaughter innocent birds it will soon 

 command the respect and the support of 

 all decent sportsmen everywhere. 



Recently I shot a loon with a rifle, and 

 it floated not more than a minute, belly 

 up, and sank. Parties who did not see it 

 scoff at the story, but several persons 

 saw it and can testify to the fact, for the 

 shot was made from my cottage piazza. 

 I am anxious to learn whether any of the 

 readers of Recreation have had a similar 

 experience. 



W. F. Audds, Chippewa Bay, N. Y. 



The automobile rattles by the door, 



I tackle horseless sausage and sweet 

 cream; 

 The cowless milk in coffee comes no more. 

 I've struck the hashless boarding 

 house — my dream. 



— Cleveland Leader. 



