FROM THE GAME FIELDS. 



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later. He was shot fairly through both 

 shoulders, and had evidently not moved af- 

 ter he fell. This shot was fatal because it 

 shattered both shoulder blades, and severed 

 the main artery leading from the heart to the 

 brain. 



Quaker City, Philadelphia, Pa. 



JIM, I AND THE BEAR. 



Hobucken. N. C. 



Editor Recreation: Pamlico county, 

 North Carolina, is full of game. There are 

 geese, brant, ducks, swans and quail, bear, 

 deer, otters, minks, wildcats, raccoons and 

 rabbits. 



My last hunt there was in company with 

 a colored man named Jim. Bears had been 

 seen feeding in the corn fields and Jim, who 

 claimed to be a great bear hunter, proposed 

 Ave should go after them. 



On a monlight night we hid in the tall 

 corn and awaited the coming of our game. 

 Jim sat so quietly I thought him asleep un- 

 til he whispered, ".Hi, Boss, does yer hear 

 de canes rustlin' ? " I listened, but could 

 hear nothing. I think Jim could, for pres- 

 ently he said, " Hadn't we better be gwine 

 home? I'se shibbren wid de cole." Just as 

 we left the corn we met a bear. Jim jumped 

 back into cover, I fired, and the bear fell. 

 I had a muzzle loader, and I sprinkled the 

 landscape with powder in trying to recharge 

 the old gun. I abandoned the effort on ob- 

 serving the bear had risen and was lurching 

 toward me. In my precipitate retreat I met 

 a large animal advancing from the opposite 

 direction. It was only the farm dog coming 

 to the rescue, but it looked to me like a 

 bear. At this stage of the campaign I con- 

 sidered it good generalship to attempt a di- 

 version. I jumped up and yelled for 

 Jim. He did not respond; but the dog 

 checked the bear's advance, and I finished 

 reloading the gun. The dog and the bear 

 were having a hot fight and I crept close 

 to them before firing, lest I should wound 

 my ally. This time I made a dead shot. I 

 called Jim, and presently heard him coming 

 •through the canes. He stopped at a prudent 

 distance and inquired, " Has you shuah 

 "killed de bar? " I told him to come and see 

 it. He looked at my victim awhile and 

 asked, " Did yer shoot him wid de gun, 

 Boss, or scare him dead wid yer hollerin'? " 



A. J. Lipton. 



A COLORADO WOMAN'S HOME. 



We are 40 miles from a railroad, in the 

 Eastern part of Rio Blanco and Garfield 

 counties, on the North and South fork of 

 White river. This was once the sports- 

 man's paradise. Our game is not quite so 

 plentiful now as formerly, but some is yet 

 to be found. Seven years ago deer could 

 be seen by the thousand, and farther back 

 in the mountains, at what we call " Sleepy 

 Cat," elk could be found at any time. 



Grouse, sage hens and squirrels are abun- , 

 dant. 



The bear still wanders over the moun- 

 tains; also the mountain lion and the lynx. 

 In the roughest part of the region are a 

 few lone mountain sheep. 



The wolves and coyotes sing all night. 

 I must not forget the jack rabbits. On 

 moonlight nights they may be counted by 

 the dozen. 



Our streams abound in trout. Marvine 

 lakes, Trappers' and Lost lakes also afford 

 excellent fishing. Marvine lakes are about 

 64 miles from New Castle, our nearest rail- 

 road point. Above them rises a perpen- 

 dicular cliff, hundreds of feet high, while 

 on the other side ar lava beds, beautiful 

 green timber and high mountains. 



Trappers' lake is larger than one of the 

 Marvines, but is more tame although fully 

 as beautiful. 



Lost lake is wild and lonely. Deer and 

 elk often come down to the water. 



Many people come here during the sum- 

 mer and find abundant sport. 



A Sportswoman, New Castle, Col. 



A GOOD DAY FOR RABBITS. 



Landlord John Baughman, of the Marshall House; 

 Charles Strickhouser, of this city, and Charles Spangler, 

 William Eurich, Charles Nesbit and Robert and William 

 Kitwallower, yesterday broke all records for a single day's 

 rabbit shooting. Messrs. Baughman and Strickhouser re- 

 turned last evening with 201 rabbits and several birds, 

 which had been bagged by the party in the mountains in ' 

 W amngton township.— York, Pa., Gazette. 



On receipt of the above I wrote Mr. 

 Baughman as follows: 



"I am informed that you and some 

 friends recently killed 201 rabbits in one day. 

 Will you kindly inform me if this report is 

 true?" 



To which Mr. Baughman replies thus: 



Your letter received. Yes, the report is 

 true. We killed 201 rabbits which I can 

 prove by a number of people here. If you 

 ever come to York you will find my latch 

 string out. 



John S. Baughman, York, Pa. 



Here is a peculiar case. Mr. Baughman 

 evidently has not the remotest idea that in 

 killing 201 rabbits in one day he and his 

 friend disgraced themselves and trans- 

 gressed the laws of decency. It is true, how- 

 ever, and I trust Mr. Baughman will ac- 

 cept this as a gentle reminder of the fact. 

 No man should ever kill more than a dozen 

 rabbits in a day, here in the Eastern states. 

 If every shooter slaughtered game in the 

 wholesale way in which these men have 

 done it, there would soon be nothing to 

 shoot in any of the Eastern states. 



I thank Mr. Baughman for his kind in- 

 vitation to visit him. and he can rest assured 

 that if I ever have an opportunity of going 

 with him after rabbits, or any other kind of 

 game. I shall insist on his quitting when he 

 gets enough. — Editor. 



