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RECREATION. 



he went with a mighty roar and was lost 

 to view down the canyon. Half an hour 

 later I found the rest of the bunch and 

 killed 6 more. Then taking a new route I 

 started for camp. At an opening in the 

 timber a large cock rlew up and lit on a 

 boulder on the other side. It was a long 

 distance, but he sat perfectly motionless, 

 so I let drive, and. to my astonishment, 

 over he rolled. It was 95 yards to where 

 he lay, and the ball had broken his neck. 

 That was the best shot I ever made. 



But good fortune did not end at this. 

 Leaving the ridge I heard a peculiar 

 screaming coming from toward the river. 



Following in that direction I came to the 

 base of a huge dead pine, blackened by 

 forest fires and almost bare of branches. 

 Near the top was a large nest, and 2 queer 

 looking heads peeping over the side. It 

 was a long, hard climb, but at last the 

 nest was reached, and there I found my 

 first golden eagles. They were as big as 

 quails, but still in the down. By the aid of 

 a fish line I was able to get the young des- 

 peradoes to the ground, but not until my 

 hands looked as though they had gone 

 through a skinning process. I made some 

 good photos of them and send you a print 

 herewith. 



C. C. CAWSEY. 



H. C. RROMLEV. 



A BUNCH OF SEATTLE SWINE. 



A. E. GREENfS. 



A subscriber in Seattle, who sends me a 

 copy of this picture, writes: 



"Both Bromley and Greenus, particular- 

 ly the latter, deserve the strongest censure 

 for their actions. Greenus is a notorious 



violator of the game laws, and I have more 

 than once heard of similar acts on his part. 

 "A good strong- -roast'' would strike a 

 responsive chord • in- the better class of 

 sportsmen in this city, where -such acts of 

 butchery are all too frequent." 



