EDITOR'S CORNER. 



SUBSCRIPTION RECEIPTS FOR 3 YEARS 

 AND 6 MONTHS. 



Read the deadly 

 1895. 

 January ... $379 

 February . . 256 



March 300 



April 342 



May 292 



June 307 



July 345 



August .... 306 

 September . 498 

 October ... 438 

 November . 556 

 December . 652 



parallel 



1896. 



$723 



693 



1,049 



645 

 902 

 770 



563 

 601 



951 

 969 



1,054 



1,853 



columns: 

 1900. 

 $3,205 



2,151 

 1,919 



i,570 



1,377 

 971 



854 

 1,262 



1,464 

 1,842 

 2,060 

 4,742 



1901. 



?3,903 

 3,267 

 3.710 

 2,760 



2,303 

 ,2,016 



$4,671 io,773 23,741 

 You will note that January, 1901, shows 

 an increase, over the corresponding month 

 of last year, of about 20 per cent., and that 

 each month from January to June inclu- 

 sive shows a rapid growth of the percen- 

 tage of increase. June, 1901, is more than 

 100 -^er cent, ahead of June, 1900. 



This must be very discouraging for 

 Marlin, and for the fish and game hogs, 

 all of whom have long been praying that 

 Recreation might die. 



A NOTE OF ALARM. 



Here is a letter written 10 years ago, 

 and while it is purely personal in its na- 

 ture, it contains some interesting facts and 

 observations on the game of Colorado, 

 which have proven pathetically prophetic, 

 if this should be read by Mr. Graff, or 

 by anyone who knows him, I should be 

 glad to hear from or of him : 



Hayden, Colo., Feb. 2, 1891. 

 My dear Friend: 



Like the ground hog, I will come out 

 this sunshiny day to say your letter of 

 12-13 was duly received and fully appre- 

 ciated, and to tell you that our Indian 

 summer weather has given place to regular 

 old fashioned winter. The stock that 

 have been ranging over the hills, with 

 plenty of green grass to eat, are now 

 drifting homeward, like the hostiles, to 

 get their rations of hay. I can always 

 tell when winter sets in to stay by Old 

 George, my one time favorite and famous 

 hunting horse, who then suddenly makes 

 his appearance, followed by trie band. I 

 have just as much confidence in his wis- 

 dom as I have love for the old fellow, 

 who, like myself, is fast growing old, but 

 still knows enough to come in when it 

 snows. Many a day he has carried me 

 over the hills with as sure a foot as ante- 

 lope, climbing like a goat or going down 



on his haunches where an Eastern horse 

 would break his rider's or his own neck 

 He is a natural engineer, and would find 

 the shortest distance between any 2 given 

 points, one of them being home, when his 

 rider was bewildered and did not know ex- 

 actly where he was. Old George always 

 got his head then and I got home by the 

 shortest practical route. He paid no at- 

 tention to trails except when he knew 

 they were right, and would cut off bends 

 like a surveyor. He was always on the 

 lookout for deer when we were out after 

 meat, and many the buck he has shown 

 me. He was as good as old Shenop, in 

 the sketch, "How to Hunt." Moses never 

 had the law laid down to him better than 

 that. 



Now that the snow has come the elk are 

 driven down and the slaughter has com- 

 menced. Of course it always has been 

 customary for the settlers to consider elk 

 their winter beef, and they have only killed 

 game for food; but the new comers and 

 tenderfeet are now after the elk and all 

 they want is Gatling guns to make them 

 happy. They are killing game for fun, so 

 they say, and who is going to stop them? 

 You might reason with a man of some 

 moral principle, but when you undertake 

 that with the class that nothing but the 

 fear of punishment restrains from any and 

 all crimes it fails. The only way to stop 

 these fellows from killing the elk would be 

 to kill them. And so the elk must go. 



I have been having some sport trapping 

 wolves and eagles that became trouble- 

 some and bold. The county pays a bounty 

 of $1 for wolf scalps, and that helps one 

 out on taxes. The fur is fine and good, 

 the animals being fat and in good season. 

 Have more than a dozen fine pelts now 

 and will continue as long as the old horse 

 lasts for bait. 



I am sorry you did not get up into the 

 moose country. It would have been a 

 grand trip; but the moose will be all the 

 bigger for you next time. 



As far as the big game question out 

 here is concerned, the man with the plow 

 has settled it, and soon the elk will be as 

 great a curiosity as an honest and upright 

 county commissioner. There are a few 

 beavers and otters left along the river 

 Only a few days ago I saw where 3 

 otters had gone up the river, stopping at 

 every air hole or open place to fish awhile 

 and then moving on. In a few days they 

 will probably move down again. They 

 make these trips every year and so far 

 have escaped general notice or capture. 



The lynx, or bob cats, come down from 



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