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96, I am able to give a fairly accurate ac- 
count of the conditions obtaining here 
since the establishment of the reserve. 
Interest in game protection has increased 
yearly until we now have a well organized 
force of deputy wardens patrolling the 
hunting grounds and rigidly enforcing the 
law; but the question of a winter range 
for game remains to be settled. In extend- 
ing the reserve last spring, withdrawing 
from settlement a large area of land, it 
was the intention to provide safe and suff- 
cient winter range for the different kinds of 
game. Yet in all the country reserved 
there is no locality in which a large herd 
of elk can safely winter. 
Old hunters remember that in the win- 
ter of ’88, when there were only 2 or 3 
ranches and not a fence post in Jackson’s 
Hole, elk had free access to all the range, 
including the large swamps where slough 
grass grows tall and rank. The crusting 
of the heavy fall of snow that winter pre- 
vented the elk from pawing down to the 
grass and thousands perished from hunger. 
Should there come another such winter, 
now that the winter range is grazed all 
summer by cattle and the large swamps 
have been fenced, it would result in the 
death of all elk in the reserve. The atten- 
tion of all advocates of game protection 
seems to have been fixed on the country 
South of Yellowstone park; but for winter 
range one township the width of the park 
on the North boundary would be worth the 
whole Teton reserve. 
In the discussion of protection of wild 
animals there must arise the question of 
the rights of another animal called man. 
Before the setting aside of the original 
reserve there had come into the country a 
considerable number of settlers, some of 
whom squatted on unsurveyed land with 
the intention of building homes. In ’98 
the reserve was finally withdrawn from set- 
tlement with the land still unsurveyed and 
the squatters without filed claims. Some 
have homes and barns, and farms fenced 
and ditched. To take from these people 
their hard earned property seems extreme- 
ly unjust and contrary to the intention of 
the government. 
The many inspectors and supervisors who 
have been sent to report on the condition 
of land, timber, game and people in this 
country have been too much influenced by 
their desire to retain their jobs. They have 
seized on every pretext to justify to their 
superiors the wronging of the settlers on 
the reserve. 
I have a personal interest in this matter, 
and, facing the loss of lands and buildings 
that have been my home for years, I can 
not restrain a feeling of bitterness against 
those directly responsible for this state of 
affairs.. Albert Collins, Moran, Wyo. 
RECREATION. 
AN ADIRONDACK EPISODE, 
J. W. FURNSIDE, 
When John and I decided on a hunt in 
the Adirondacks, we wrote Bill, the guide, 
that if his services could be obtained he 
would see us November 8th. On receiving a 
favorable reply we looked the 2 Savages 
over, and spent our spare time in getting 
things ready. This was John’s first trip 
after deer and although I had hunted 3 
different seasons fortune had never fav- 
ored me with a shot at a deer. ‘ 
Arrived at S— we met Bill, who gave 
us a hearty welcome. After purchasing 
our provisions we retired in order to get 
an early start for camp in the morning. 
Sunday morning broke clear and cold. 
Everything was covered with a mantle of 
white frost as we started with our packs 
for Bill’s camp, 9 miles up the Conganinck. 
At camp we found that all people who live 
in’ the woods are honest. Bill had left a 
bushel of potatoes and some other provis- 
ions there. Someone had used the camp; 
also the potatoes. 
Monday morning Bill cooked flapjacks, 
for camping without flapjacks is out of 
the question. The way we waded into 
them rather surprised Bill. After break- 
fast we set out. Coming to a good loca- 
tion Bill said he and John would get on 
the runways while I beat out that piece 
of woods. I drove out a doe and a fawn. 
John saw them, but did not get a shot. 
We then separated and while going over 
a knoll I heard a deer bleat. I was cau- 
tiously working my way toward the top 
of the knoll when I heard the deer, and 
swinging around I sent a shot after him 
as he disappeared about 150 yards away. 
Bill saw 2 or 3 deer that day and shot 
at one, but missed. We traveled until we 
were so tired we could hardly walk, and 
we did not get in until after dark. 
Next morning John’s feet were so sore 
that we promptly named him Tenderfoot. 
On his account we took only a short hunt. 
We saw one deer but did not get a shot. 
Wednesday Bill shot a large buck. That 
deer was 5 miles from camp and we want- 
ed to get him out without cutting him up. 
He weighed nearly 200 pounds, and there 
was no road by which to get him out. We 
dressed him, and, fastening a rope to his 
head, pulled him in the direction of camp. 
Going down hill he slid along all right, 
but it wasn’t all down hill and then he 
didn’t slide so easy. 
It took us that afternoon, all the next day 
and the forenoon after to get the deer to a 
place where we could drive in and get 
him. John and I were tired, and Bill,— 
but you can’t tire those guides. Yet Bill 
said it was hard work. It is the kind, 
however, that makes a man want to try it 
again at the first opportunity. 

