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RECREA TION. 



Congress and the Wyoming State Legis- 

 lature should act on these matters as soon 

 as possible. These Snake river people 

 realize that their future prosperity depends 

 almost wholly on the game. They cannot 

 raise grain or vegetables to any great ex- 

 tent, in the Snake river valley. They can 

 raise some hay and can raise stock, but 

 conditions are not favorable even to these, 

 and the people must live largely on the 

 money that Eastern sportsmen will leave 

 in their hands, who go there to hunt. 



Mr. W, H. Boardman. President of the 

 Adirondack League Club, was the next 

 speaker and told briefly of the plan of that 

 organization and what it is doing in the 

 way of fish culture and game and fish pro- 

 tection. 



Secretary Rice made a most telling and 

 emphatic appeal to the members of the 

 Camp Fire Club to exert themselves in be- 

 half of the League of American Sportsmen 

 and urged them to aid in every way pos- 

 sible in pushing its work. He told them 

 how they could greatly enhance the inter- 

 ests of the League, and promote the work 

 of game protection, by becoming life mem- 

 bers of the League, at $25 a head. 



Several other speakers entertained the 

 members and their friends, but I have not 

 room here to quote them. 



A genuine surprise was sprung on the 

 members, during the progress of the din- 

 ner. The fourth course on the menu card 

 was a broiled steak. When it came on the 

 members were requested to sample it care- 

 fully and then to guess what it was. Slips 

 of paper were passed around and each man 

 was requested to write down his guess. 

 Then these ballots were collected and the 

 Chairman read them. The vote stood as 

 follows: 



Embalmed beef, 1; old horse. 1; buffalo, 

 4; moose, 3; army canned corn beef, 1; elk, 

 1; bear, 5; horse, 6; giraffe, 1; beefsteak or 

 bear, 1 ; mule meat, from Alger, Armour 

 & Co., 1; beefsteak, 4; polar bear, 1; army 

 beef, 1; embalmed beef, a la Egan, 1; re- 

 frigerated beef, 1 ; army mule, from Cuba. 

 1; zebra — not embalmed. 1; grandpa of a 

 barnyard moose, 1 ; good, honest Western 

 steer, 1 ; army mule, 1. 



After the Returning Board had made its 

 report, the following letter was read: 



Wichita, Kan., January 15, 1899. 

 G. O. Shields. New York. 



Dear Sir: I ship you by express to-day 

 20 pounds of buffalo meat, for yourself, 

 and you can treat your friends if you 

 choose. You will notice that it has no 

 bones in it. This is because it was skele- 

 tonized. 



I will tell you why I killed this animal. 

 A little over a year ago I bought 3 buf- 

 faloes; 2 bulls and a cow. The cow I 

 shipped to Prospect Park, Brooklyn, and 

 tried to sell the bulls alive, but failed. The 

 largest one. which weighed 2,200 pounds, 

 had lately become quite vicious and dan- 

 gerous, and having an offer from Mr. Ward 

 for its skin and bones, I killed and shipped 

 it. 



This last one was a fine specimen and 

 weighed just one ton. It was killed Janu- 

 ary 12th. I expected to dispose of it for 

 park purposes, but the officers of the Field 

 Columbian Museum, of Chicago, hearing 

 of it sent a representative here to see it. 

 They had been searching for a specimen 

 to mount with their group to exhibit at the 

 World's Fair in Paris, in 1900. Their rep- 

 resentative, Mr. C. E. Akerly, said this 

 was the finest specimen he had ever seen, 

 and that they must have it. I did not like 

 to have it killed, but knowing it would be 

 a representative animal of the United States 

 at the World's Fair, I consented to let him 

 have it for that purpose, and I trust sports- 

 men will not think I am a game hog, or a 

 destroyer of an almost extinct species. I 

 never would have consented had this been 

 a cow. When I was in New York I had a 

 talk with Mr. Hornaday about these ani- 

 mals for the Bronx Park, and he advised 

 the killing of the one that was vicious, for 

 a museum specimen. Hoping you will ac- 

 cept the roast I send you, and not give me 

 a roast in Recreatiox, I am 

 Yours truly, 



Charles Payne. 



It was the first buffalo meat some of the 

 members had ever eaten and is probably 

 the last any of us will ever have a chance 

 to eat. The members of the Camp Fire 

 Club will always hold Mr. Payne in grate- 

 ful remembrance for the rare treat he 

 afforded them. 



He (sympathetically) — You have a bad 

 cold. 



She (huskily) — I have. I am so hoarse 

 that if you attempted to kiss me I couldn't 

 even scream. — Boston Journal. 



