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RECREATION. 



Nest and Eggs of Blue Winged Warbler, with 

 Cow Bird Egg, Thomas H. Jackson. 



Showing Him How, Lyman H. North. 



Fox Squirrel, A. L. Princehorn. 



First Fall for Foxie, F. S. Merrill. 



Waiting for a Big One, Henry T. Whitmore. 



Reflection on the Neponat, A. G. Bowles. 



Not a Bite, Harry N. Dean. 



Weakfish, Herman Maylath. 



The Truants, Andrew Emerine. 



I've Got Him, R. W. Hardie. 



Half Grown Fox Squirrel, Andrew Emerine. 



Hunting with a Camera, J. B. Pardie. 



The Cats and the Fish, Andrew Emerine. 



Satisfied, Harry G. Higbee. 



The First Carry, Harry G. Higbee. 



Looking Up Rock River, W. D. Cockburn. 



The Amateur Photographer, Harry E. Pumphrey. 



Sunset on the Reservoir, Geo. C. Emboay. 



Roughing It, H. D. Cochrane. 



Bound for the Fishing Ground, A. Emerine, Jr. 



For Recreation, A. D. Witt. 



Over the Hog Back, J. B. Pardie. 



Pushing Off, H. D. Cochrane. 



That Old Time Snake Story, A. Emerine, Jr. 



An Inexperienced Fisherman, Clare L. Colburn. 



Our Luck, H. D. Cochrane. 



Among the Last of the Covey, Charles Laugh- 

 ridge. 



The Finish, A. H. Armstrong. 



The Passing of the Jug, Andrew Emerine. 



The Trout Fisherman, Andrew Emerine. 



On the Connequessing Creek. R. Wilkinson. 



Me and the Old Man, Arthur Hunt. 



An Early Bird, B. D. Brewster. 



Missed Them, By Gosh, B. D. Brewster. 



Shooting at Blue Rocks, J. B. Pardie. 



Sunning, Andrew Emerine. 



When the Bass Bite Best, Geo. C. Embody. 



A Tight Shell, Chas. W. Long. 



An Indolent Coon, W. C. Knight. 



The Evening Drink, R. C. W. Lett. 



A Day Off the Farm, J. B. Brokaw. 



Hunting for Pleasure, Harry G. Higbee. 



If I'd Only Get a Bite, Chas. T. Springman. 



Trout Fishing, Andrew Emerine. 



Columbian Ground Squirrel, F. S. Merrill. 



Gannets and Murresons, Herbert K. Job. 



Nest of Whippoorwill, Herbert K. Job. 



In the Cavern's Mouth, Frank E. Foster. 



Blue Racer Snake, W. W. Gilmore. 



The Hungry Hunters, Chas. W. Dake. 



The Patient Angler, Henry T. Whitmore. 



The View Finders, Chas. E. Benson. 



An Afternoon Off, Mrs. W. W. Manchester. 



A Dry Amateur, H. K. Greene. 



A Difficult Trail, Perry Archibald. 



Waiting for the Canoe, R. H. Searcy. 



Sails Full, H. A. Snelgrove. 



Fox Squirrel, A. L. Princehorn. 



Three Shots at the Ace, Wm. H. Fisher. 



Water Line Bathers, A. K. Boyles. 



The Beaver Den, G. Bickford. 



A Yard of Pups, Frank E. Foster. 



Nest of Wilson's Thrush, Herbert K. Job. 



Now I'm Ready, Dr. J. G. Grant. 



Why Pa's Plates Got Fogged, Harry E. 

 Pumphrey. 



Nest of Snowbird, Herbert K. Job. 



Camp Robber, Evan Lewis. 



Not Empty Handed, Andrew Emerine, Jr. 



Recreation, J. B. Pardie. 



Looking Across Tunti Lake, W. D. Cockburn. 



Resting, W. D. Cockburn. 

 Suspense, Geo. A. Bailey. 



Into the Jaws of Death, J. E. Taylor. 



Beaver's Work, G. Bickford. 



Looking Down Rock River, W. D. Cockburn. 



Hounds Resting, W. D. Cockburn. 



There were many others that the com- 

 mittee would have been glad to recognize 

 in some way, but the limited space at my 

 disposal in this department would not ad- 

 mit of the printing of a longer list. 



I am again deeply grateful to all my 



friends who have submitted specimens of 

 their work in this competition, and while 

 many are no doubt disappointed at not 

 finding their names in the column of prize 

 winners, I trust there may be no dis- 

 satisfaction. While you may imagine your 

 picture is better than some that have been 

 placed above it, the judges were, as I have 

 said, honest and conscientious in placing 

 the awards as they did. That you have not 

 succeeded in this instance should not dis- 

 courage you. On the contrary, it should 

 stimulate you to greater efforts next year. 



Several of the prize winners are pub- 

 lished in this issue of Recreation, and the 

 others, together with those highly com- 

 mended, will follow. 



My 6th competition will open April I, 

 1 901. 



A NEW ART. 



58 West 56th St., New York. 

 Editor Recreation: 



I have just left a choke cherry heath 

 where several clumsy and happy bearsi were 

 breaking branches and leaving various vis- 

 iting cards every night. On arriving in this 

 vicinity of Fifth avenue canyon one of the 

 first bits of literature I chose from the 

 office table was Recreation for October, 

 and about the first thing that caught my 

 eye was, naturally, the fine pair of photo- 

 graphs of the "Accommodating Bear." I 

 was inwardly congratulating ycu on your 

 luck in getting 2 such characteristic nat- 

 ural history lessons for showing readers 

 just how a bear looks in a trap when I sud- 

 denly experienced that sinking feeling one 

 has when a memb'er of the company has 

 talked at a mark and missed it. The feel- 

 ing was caused by the letter of Mr. Ewing, 

 who tells us to "rest assured the picture is 

 bona fide, and there was no trap nor any- 

 thing to deceive." Now, that riles me. I 

 don't mind having men say things like that 

 to me, but I hate to have them think I 

 am fool enough to believe it. The other 

 old bear hunters will feel the same way in 

 all probability, and they will be expected 

 to watch with some interest for the re- 

 sponse to this offer. I will bet Mr. Ewing 

 $100 even, that the bear in question was 

 in a trap at the time the 2 photographs 

 were taken. You are to be the stake- 

 holder. The gentleman who shot the bear 

 is to tell who wins, and $50 of the winning 

 sum isi to go to the general fund of the 

 L. A. S. 



A bear is not in the habit of standing 

 around naturally in a good light for a 

 photograph and clawing a tree in despair 

 while the photographer and the shooter 

 are deliberately choosing good positions. 

 This poor devil of a bear has lost all of his 

 "sass" and back bone, and has been in the 

 trap I should say more than 24 hours. 



