HUNTING THE WHITE CARIBOU. 



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Deer lake, do your hunting and fishing, 

 and at the close of your programme, you 

 could return home via St. Johns and one 

 of the steamship lines, either to Boston or 

 to New York. Thus you would have seen 

 the island almost from one end to the 

 other ; you would have seen a large portion 

 of Quebec and Nova Scotia, including the 

 quaint and beautiful island of Cape Breton. 



It only remains for American sportsmen 

 to become familiar with the opportunities 

 offered in Newfoundland. As soon as they 

 realize the grand opportunities that await 

 them there, thousands of them will go t 

 every summer. It is sad to contemplate 

 that this will mean the wiping out of the 

 great herds of caribou ; but we shall have 

 to submit to that as we have to the ex- 

 termination of the buffalo, and the threat- 

 ened extinction of the antelope, and the elk 

 of this country. 



On the other hand, it is doubtful if fish- 

 ing there will be seriously injured in 100 

 years. As yet there are no dams on any 

 of the rivers emptying into the ocean on 



the West coast of Newfoundland : so that 

 the trout and salmon can have free and 

 easy access from the sea. The food ; 

 abundant in these streams and there are 

 so many thousands of miles of them that 

 5,000 men may fish there every summer and 

 find almost as many fish the next summer 

 as if no one had ever wet a line in these 

 waters. 



I regret to say it is difficult to get a fine 

 caribou head in Newfoundland now. 1 

 mean one of the great heads with 50 or 

 more points. The many hunters who have 

 been going there for years past have been 

 watching for these old bucks, and many a 

 man has allowed a thousand animals to 

 pass him within easy range without firing 

 a shot, because no fine heads showed up. 

 Hereafter hunters must be content with 

 heads of, say, 25 to 30 or 40 points. The 

 one I got has 32, and I consider myself 

 mightly lucky. The 3 heads have been 

 mounted, and are now on exhibition in my 

 office, and I should be glad to show them 

 to all who may call on me. 



HE, SHE AND IT. 



EILEEN E. SYME. 



Oh, those days of the reign of fragrant 



cigars, 

 The solace and joy of a bachelor's hours, 

 They seemed of his life the best lived part ; 

 No woman had power to enter his heart — 

 Those bachelor days of champagne and wit. 

 Those smoke-wreathed days of just he 



and it! 



But a woman's hair bound him captive at 



last ; 

 The days of the fragrant brown queen were 



past ; 

 His old love he sold for the price of a kiss ; 

 His old love, renounced for that moment of 



bliss, 

 Now sleeps in its box, 'tis quite easy to see. 

 That these are the moments of just he and 



she! 



But love has its day, and time always brings 

 A return of the man to material things ; 

 He's vaguely put out at the bitter strife 

 'Twixt the fragrant weed and his sweet- 

 faced wife ; 

 But woe to the woman if she have not the 



wit 

 To accept the alliance of he, she and it! 



A BIBLICAL BEAR STORY. 



Senator Pettus. of Alabama, recently 

 told this one in a speech on the Puerto 

 Rican bill: "An old minister in Alabama 

 said, 'Brethren my text to-day will be this: 

 'Seven sons did Milcah bear unto Enon.' 

 Now I expect, brethren, if you would look 

 at the commentaries you would find va- 

 rious meanings to this text: but. taking a 

 common sense view of it, I will say this: 

 I expect Enon was sick, and the doctor 

 told his 7 sons, great, strong fellows, that 

 it was absolutely necessary their father 

 have milk for his nutriment: and thereupon 

 the 7 sons went out to look for the cows. 

 The cows had not come up the nighl be- 

 fore, and so the sons could not find them. 

 but they came across a bear, and they 

 milked her and carried the milk t<> Enon. 

 And so, brethren, it is writ. Seven sons 

 did milk a bear unto Enon." 



Mr. E. Conomy — What do you mean by- 

 buying all these things. 



Mrs. E. Conomy — Don't gel excited. 

 dear; I didn't buy them. 1 had them 

 charged. — Philadelphia Record. 



Now I lay me down to sleep. 

 On a mountain mighty steep. 

 If I should roll before I wake. 

 I pray the Lord my neck won't break. 



— M. II. \V. 



