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dispatch. There are thousands of men and 

 women in Tennessee who are opposed in 

 sentiment to this kind of slaughter, and 

 they should rise up and demand of their 

 law makers that it be stopped. It could 

 be stopped in that State, as it has been in 

 a dozen others; and I trust some strong, ac- 

 tive man or woman may soon take the 

 initiative in securing such legislation as 

 will put a heavy penalty on the killing of 

 a robin or any other song or insectivorous 

 bird at any time. Editor. 



MY TWO-PRONG. 



We had been hunting 2 weeks in the 

 vicinity of Laramie peak, Wyoming, and 

 had not succeeded in getting anything 

 larger than rabbits and grouse. Deer and 

 bear signs were plentiful, but owing to the 

 extreme dryness of the brush it was almost 

 impossible for us to move without making 

 more or less noise, and thus alarming the 

 game. 



We had planned a big hunt one day, in- 

 tending to start at daylight, but in the 

 morning we found it had been raining all 

 night and was still misty. My partner de- 

 cided to forego the pleasure of a tramp 

 through the dripping underbrush, so I start- 

 ed alone, expecting to return in time for 

 breakfast. 



I had hunted about 2 miles up Green 

 canyon, and on coming out of a quaking 

 asp thicket caught sight of a 2-prong 

 mule deer feeding about 125 yards ahead of 

 me in a park. On seeing me he started for 

 the pine timber, about 100 yards to his 

 right. So doing he gave me his broadside, 

 and the ball opened. 



The first shot from my 40-82 Winchester 

 picked up the sod about 2 feet behind him. 

 I got his speed and the second shot went 

 home with that dull spat which makes a 

 sportsman's nerves tingle. I had the satis- 

 faction of seeing my beauty lower his tail 

 and tie a knot in his back as he disap- 

 peared in the ferns. 



^ I picked up his trail at the edge of the 

 timber, and after following it in about 100 

 yards found him all in a heap at the foot of 

 a big pine. My bullet had entered his body 

 just behind the shoulder blade and passed 

 through, making a clean wound and not 

 spoiling a pound of meat. 



S. D. Sewal, Marion, Ind. 



A POT HUNTER IN TEXAS. 



If ever there existed a locality where 

 game needed protection this is the spot. 

 The warm climate, and the food afforded by 

 the rice fields and marshes make this the 

 ideal home for ducks, snipe, etc 



As soon as this game begins to fly every 

 loafer in the county oils up his cannon, 

 and every flock of ducks that chances to 



alight within range is sure to suffer the Iocs 

 of one to 3 dozen birds. 



I chanced to hear a fellow remark that 

 he had "killed 27 ducks in 2 shots with 

 a single barrel gun." When asked how 

 he managed it, he replied: "Sneaked up 

 on 'em in a canal and shot into the flock 

 while they were feeding." When asked 

 if he enjoyed that kind of shooting he said: 

 "Well, I guess so; I sold 'em for $3. 



Despite all this, the following clippings 

 from the Houston (Tex.) Daily Post 

 will show that some of the proper spirit 

 exists in this State. 



Texas quails have hit on a combination. They 

 are dining largely on the bold weevil, thereby con- 

 tributing to the public good; at the same time this 

 diet makes their flesh unpalatable and discourages 

 sportsmen, thereby contributing to their own good. 

 Success to their efforts. 



The shipment of game in milk cans is the latest 

 move adopted by those who desire to evade the 

 game laws. Three innocent looking new milk cans 

 that came into St. Paul by the Northern Pacific 

 express, when seized and opened, were found to 

 contain 100 quails. 



Joe Rice, Beaumont, Tex. 



A WEAK-KNEED JUSTICE. 



Here is a clipping which shows that it 

 is a nice thing, in more ways than one, 

 to be a millionaire. 



Richmond, Va. — Senator J. H. Cochran, of Wil- 

 liamsport, Pa., and a dozen officers of the Pennsyl- 

 vania Central railroad, who are his guests at 

 the Rosegille estate near Saluda, Middlesex 

 county, were in a magistrate's court at Saluda this 

 morning on the charge of violating the game laws. 

 Squire Davis, the gentleman who held the reins of 

 justice, was somewhat abashed by the fact that 

 more than $50,000,000 were represented in his court, 

 and soon acquitted the magnates of the charge of 

 killing birds out of season. 



"Squire Davis, the gentleman who held 

 the reins of justice," held them with a 

 mighty loose hand. 



Foster Garrison, Jr., Paulton, Pa. 



The chances are that if a party of poor, 

 ignorant laboring men were brought be- 

 fore Squire Davis, charged with violating 

 the game law, and that if the charge were 

 proven, the Squire, would fine them heav- 

 ily. He should have treated the million- 

 aires just as if none of them had a dollar in 

 the world. If they were proven guilty of 

 breaking the law, they should have been 

 fined to the limit and compelled to put up. 

 This allowing wealthy men to violate the 

 laws simply because they are wealthy, is 

 disgusting, and any judge who excuses the 

 misdemeanor on any such ground violates 

 his oath and should be impeached. — 

 Editor. 



GAME NOTES. 



Mr. Frank Stallings and Messrs. Miller and Dillon, 

 the Detroit baseball players, who are visiting Mr. 

 Stallings, returned this morning from a hunting 

 trip in the vicinity of Catherwood, Ellenton and 



