MAMMOTH ELK HORNS. 



The New York Times of August ioth 

 says, in one of its editorial columns, that 

 the mammoth elk horns in my possession 

 are not elk horns, but moose horns. How 

 is the writer to know that, without having 

 seen them? It is also stated that the Eu- 

 ropean elk is an elk, which can not be de- 

 nied; but when the assertion is made that 

 the American elk is a moose, I am not 



WHO CAN BEAT THEM? 



prepared to accept the statement as truth, 

 for the shapes of the prongs differ. 



I enclose a photo of these antlers. The 

 horns measure 9 feet and 3 inches from 

 tip of beam to tip of beam across the skull, 

 and they have a spread of 53^4 inches. 

 The beam lengths are 55 and 565/2 inches, 

 and, of the 10 prongs, the longest are 16 

 and 17 inches. Had these elk horns been 

 differently mounted, with the animal's 

 head between them, their spread would 

 have been 24 inches greater. These elk 

 horns were picked up many years ago, on 

 the plains, by H. W. Sherrill, of Denver, 

 Colorado, and they have been in my pos- 

 session about 30 years. They have never 

 been tampered with, as in the case of the 

 Montana elk horns described in a previous 

 issue of Recreation. If there is a larger 

 pair of elk horns in America, I should like 

 to buy them, although I am not a collector. 



Probably there is but one larger pair in 

 existence. Those are in possession of 

 Emperor William of Germany. They 

 were presented to him by Hans Leiden, 

 the German consul at The Nether- 

 lands, and the Director of the Zoological 

 Garden at Cologne. Those horns measure 

 12 feet from tip of beam to tip of beam 

 across the skull, and have a spread of 62 

 inches. They have a beam length of 67 

 and 6y J /2 inches, respectively. The longest 

 prongs are 22 to 22^2 inches in length, and 

 there are 12 of them. 



W-. C. Darling, Henderson Harbor, N. Y. 



FISHING AT "CAYUGY BRIDGE." 



G. A. WARBURTON. 



Some may go for leaping ounaniche, 



In the turbulent Saint John; 

 Some may seek the mighty salmon, 



In the streams of Oregon; 

 Some may lure the speckled trout, 



From brooks or ponds in Maine; 

 But if I may choose my fishing ground 



When I go out again, 

 I ask no better place to go, no higher privi- 

 lege, 



Than fishing with the younger boys 

 At old "Cayugy Bridge." 



The fish they were not plenty, 



And the tackle wasn't fine; 

 You could buy it for a quarter, 



Hook and sinker, pole and line; 

 But I tell you it was pleasure, 



Just to sit and wait and wait 

 For the bass that never touched it, 



While the shiners stole your bait! 



We never called it "angling," 



In those days so long ago ; 

 It was only simple "fishin'," 



And we went for fun, not show. 

 Don't forget, my son, your father 



Now doth solemnly allege, 

 That his happiest days of fishing 



Were at old "Cayugy Bridge." 

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