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THE RIGHT SPIRIT. 



We print here a letter from two small boys 

 in Pike County, showing that the right spirit 

 is animating the Sons of Daniel Boone, and 

 that these little fellows are standing up as 

 monitors and educators to the big, burly men 

 who are not so humane nor kind-hearted. 



Mast Hope, Pa., Jan. 15, 1906. 

 Dear Founder: 



We had our meeting as usual. We do not like to 

 have anybody come, so we have numbers; each one 

 has a number. We have a key to the door, and we 

 keep the door locked, and when any of our members 

 come to the door and knocks he says his number and 

 he is admitted. James Hart, a boy of this village, 

 saw a red squirrel and he took a stone and killed it. 

 He did not use it after he had killed it. Willie 

 Molusky and Eddie Joyce saw him and were very 

 much vexed at him. We are going to build a log 

 cabin to hold our meetings in. We all wish you had 

 a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. We re- 

 ceived the buttons O. K. We were glad to get 

 them. Yours truly, 



The Sons of Daniel Boone, 



Percy Davis. 



Mast Hope, Pa., Jan. 15, 1906. 

 Dear Founder: 



There is a man named Lewis Comfort who drives 

 team here to-night. He came in with a load of logs. 

 His horses got stuck. He began to beat them fierce. 

 I told him to stop, but he would not. 



Eddie Joyce. 



Now, boys, you must remember that you 

 belong to a different age from the men — a 

 more refined, a more kind, and a more hu- 

 mane age than even your fathers. They were 

 born before the Society of Prevention of Cru- 

 elty to Animals was thought of, before the 

 Audubon Society for the protection of the 

 songbirds was inaugurated, and at a time 

 when it was thought proper and right and 

 sportsmanlike to shoot anything in sight. 

 Good sportsmen only a few years ago would, 

 without hesitancy, practice shooting on the 

 swallows, night hawks and other swift-flying 

 birds with never a thought of the crime they 

 were committing by killing these useful and 

 beautiful helps of the farmer, agriculturist 

 and forester. 



You also belong to an age when we will 

 no longer honor people with the name of 

 naturalists who spend their lives in killing 

 and collecting specimens. Few of these men 

 have any more right to this title than the 

 schoolboy who collects paper collars of differ- 

 ent brands of cigars has to the title of a doc- 

 tor of physics. A lot of dried birds' skins 

 and miserably upholstered animals' bodies are 

 not Nature, and the wholesale murder of 

 these creatures in the name of science is as 

 much an outrage as it is to kill the game 

 birds for the market. 



Of late years the title of Naturalist has 

 been affixed to the name of every taxider- 

 mist who makes his living exterminating the 

 wild creatures for the sake of supplying the 

 demand of wealthy people for game heads 

 with which to decorate their dining-rooms; 

 but you boys will learn to look upon this age 

 of ours when we did these things in the 

 same manner that we men look back upon the 

 time when it was considered honorable even 

 for white men to take scalps and the authori- 

 ties of our country paid a bounty for the 

 scalps of red men. 



But to drop the seriousness of the fore- 

 going talk, you will be glad to hear that Fort 

 Oatka has sent in a recipe for camp cooking, 

 which we publish below. 



A CAMP DISH 

 BY DAVY CROCKETT, OF FORT OATKA. 



(Try it, boys, and send in your verdict. 

 If you say it is good we will send a notch to 

 Le Roy, N. Y.) 



2 cups sour milk. 



2 small teaspoonfuls baking soda. 



1 tablespoonful cream. 



1 teaspoonful salt. 



Flour enough to make a rather stiff batter. 



Pour out enough of the batter on a pan- 

 cake griddle to make a cake about 7 to 9 

 inches in diameter, and let it cook on one 

 side, then turn it over. Put it on a plate and 

 spread with butter, and either maple, brown 

 or white sugar. Cook another and put it on 

 top of the first and butter and sugar it, and 

 so forth until you have from six to eight 

 piled up ; then serve as you would pie, in 

 slices. 



It is quite a knack to turn over one of 

 these big cakes, so you ought to have a pan- 

 cake expert on hand to show you how to turn 

 them. It is also hard to make the batter 

 just right, but practice makes perfect. The 

 recipe I gave was enough for eight people 

 after they were partly full of oyster stew; 

 so you see they go fast enough. I am writ- 

 ing this letter just after I have had some, 

 and I wish some other boys could have en- 

 joyed them with me. I enjoy Recreation 

 very much, and so do the rest of our club. 

 I guess I will close. 



THE TALLY GUN. 



In regard to the tally gun — a gun that be- 

 longs to your founder is being photographed 

 and when completed we are going to have 

 half-tone cuts made of this photograph and 

 sent to the different forts. Paper notches 

 will also be sent so that you can paste them 

 on. The object is to get so many paper 



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