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CONTENTS. 
EDITORIAL, FISHCULTURE. 
Some of the Cheap Guns. On the Forces which Determine 
The Difference, the Survival of Fish Embryos. 
THE KENNEL. 
Montreal Dog Show. 
Philadelphia Dog Show. 
English Kennel Notes.—x1, 
Death of Bow. 
Treatment of Poisoned Dogs. 
National Bench Show Associa- 
tion. 
Kennel Notes. 
RIFLE AND TRAP SHOOTING. 
Forest and Stream Fables, 
THE SPORTSMAN TOURIST. 
Hunting in the Himalayas.—11. 
About Rattlesnakes. 
_Podgers Cruises Alongshore. 
NatTuRAL History. 
Supposed Snake Bite Antidote. 
“Our Birds in their Haunts,” 
The Catbird. 
Game BAG AND GUN. 
Return of the Grouse. Army Marksmanship, 
The California Association, Range and Gallery. 
A Campaign Incident. The Trap. 
My First Deer. Interstate Tournament. 
“Bullet versus Bucksbot.”’ CANOEING. 
Midsummer Sports withtheGun | A.C. A. Camp. 
Bear Hunt in New Hampshire. 
Ducking in Kandiyohi. 
Philadelphia Notes. 
Chicago C. C. 
A Sportsman’s Toolechest. 
YACHTING. 
Lake Yacht Racing Association, 
Yachting in Lake Michigan, 
Wail of the Sloop. 
The Yawl Windward. 
Hull Y. CG, 
Small Cruisers. 
New York Y. CG. Annual Cruise. 
ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. 
PUBLISHER’S DEPARTMENT. 
' Colorado Game. 
CAmMp-FIRE F'LICKERINGS. 
SEA AND RIVER FISHING. 
Salt-Water Fishing. Z 
The Tributaries of the Oconee. 
American Food Fishes. 
_ The Fish-Hating Bladderwort. 
FISHCULTURE. 
Results of Fishculture. 
SOMH OF THE CHEAP GUNS. 
EON certain sections of the country there is a constant 
demand for cheap guns, and the country shopkeeper 
meets this demand by keeping a rackful of the most won- 
derful-looking weapons. To those who can appreciate and 
haye the ability to buy a really good and serviceable arm 
these stocked and locked gas pipes are looked upon with the 
utmost contempt. Half-grown lads, farm hands, and in the 
South negroes old and young are great buyers of these so- 
called shotguns, and are very proud, indeed, in the posses- 
sion of them, There are—comparatively—few accidents re- 
sulting from their use, since there is in some classes of these 
arms a liberal margin of strength in the make-up, and 
those who get them prize them sufficiently to bestow good 
care upon them. ‘The high prices of powder and shot also 
act as checks on any overloading, 
They are used in an indiscriminate banging away at pretty 
much every living thing in the air above or the earth be- 
neath, from a woodchuck to a deer, a humming bird to a 
hawk—everything with life in it and out of arm’s reach gets 
a charge of shot. In not a few instances they may beof real 
service, and a sport-loving farmer’s lad may make himself 
very useful in bringing down troublesome crows. There is 
no doubt that some good work is occasionally got out of 
these very cheap weapons. Those who own and use them 
get the hang of their peculiarities, learn just how much the 
“old thing” is out of true, and how far away from the object 
aimed at to hold in order to make a telling hit. It may be, 
too, that there are many instances where a permanent love 
for field sports has been implanted in a man’s nature through 
the possession and use of one of these things of little cost. 
There is much to be said in favor of these much-ridiculed 
arms. They fill a space in the economy of sport which 
would otherwise remain a gap. There is nothing to take the 
place of them, and they can no more be stamped out by rule 
and ridicule than the small boy with his simple fishing tackle 
can be forced to step out of existence to make room four the 
more scientific angler. The boy cannot afford a better tackle 
than he uses, yet he has the instinct of sport strong and 
—_—-— 
fresh, and he yery properly gratifies it. So it is with the 
blunderbus gunner. He does not get the weapon merely to 
gratify a killing desire, but he feels the passion for field 
Sport strong within him, and goes to the extent of his purse 
in its gratification. 
The question is asked again and again as to where this 
seemingly endless supply of cheap shotguns comes from. 
Uncle Sam is the provider of a great many of them. The 
immense stock of a half million Springfield muskets which 
had been turned out during the war was upon the hands of 
the Government when the war ceased. There was much red 
tape tied about them, and many years elapsed before any 
steps were taken toward their disposition. ‘They were of the 
old style muzzleloading .58-caliber pattern, and, of course, 
had become obsolete beside the breechloading rifles with 
metallic cartridges then coming into use. An attempt to sell 
them outright showed that the best price which could be 
realized was about $1.50 per arm. There were parts of the 
arm, however, which it was found could be used in the 
manufacture of the new model breechloader, and that the 
value cf those parts, added to what could be got for the re- 
maining parts when sold, put the old arm at a value of $4 
to the Government. This ledto the dismantling of the arms. 
Gradually as the force at the armory could be spared for 
the work, and from time to time sales of the discarded bar- 
rels, stocks and scrap have thrown a supply of raw material 
into the hands of the outside makers of cheap shotguns. 
The process of conversion is a cheap and rapid one. The 
barrel is rebored, a cheap lock is added, or the old one re- 
furbished, and with a coat of varnish over the stock the 
thing is ready for a purchaser who may not have more than 
$2 or $3 in his pocket. A free-trade system would enable 
the supply of these cheap weapons to be kept up indefinitely 
from the Belgian workshop. ‘There the low wages paid 
to workmen and the inferior quality of the material 
bring in that element of cheapness which the second char- 
acter of the raw material now makes for the transmuted 
Springfield. There is no fear that the cheap guns will crowd 
out the better and more expensive class of weapons, They 
fill an entirely different want, go to an entirely different part 
of the community, and both will be found in the market so 
long as the sport instinct appears in poor and rich, 
And then the guileless person who uses one of the cheap 
guns rarely knows whether he is shooting an old musket 
barrel worked over, or a pot-metal arm of destruction, every 
pull of the trigger of which jeopards his life. 
THE DIFFERENCE. 
‘fey our last number was published a communication from 
a San Jose (Ill.) correspondent who told of having once 
in a swamp pasture killed fifty-one snipe in an hour and a 
half; and also spoke of a man who had, by shooting at quail 
huddled on the ground, killed twenty-one of them in three 
shots. We are in receipt of a communication from a Lynn 
(Mass.) correspondent, in reference to these Illinois incidents 
and asking: 
Will you or some of your readers tell me the difference between 
shooting twenty-one quail at three shots and fiffy-one snipe in one 
hour and a half? And why is the man who does one called the ‘‘pot- 
hunter” and the other ‘‘sportsman?’’ 
No, we cannot explain the difference. Itis altogether a 
matter of sentiment; and to awaken dormant sentiment in a 
man’s heart, or to instill it if lacking, is a task that requires 
time. If our correspondent does not for himself appreciate 
the difference between a raking shot at a bunch of quail on 
the ground and open shooting at twisting snipe in the air, 
it can hardly be described so that he will at once recognize 
it. But there is hope for him, if, as we presume, he is a new 
reader of the FcREsT AND STREAM. Let him scan its pages 
carefully, learning the lessons here and there taught by its 
scores of bright correspondents, and reflecting on what he 
reads. Then, some happy day, he may rise to a plane of 
thought when stopping short in mid-air the zigzag flight of 
the deceptive scolopax will appear to him a little more ele- 
vated and becoming style of amusement than it is to rest his 
gun on a fence and ‘‘cut loose” at a bunched bevy of quail 
in a furrow; or, if his fancy inclines to fin instead of feather, 
he may realize that it is far better to catch one bass with the 
fly than a dozen in a net. 
PourricaL.—They were discussing the situation, in one of 
the Catskill Mountain trout pools the other day, and ali the 
little fishes had gathered around the oldest inhabitant to 
catch the wisdom that exuded from his gills, ‘‘Which way 
are you going to yote?” they asked him. ‘“‘Here goes for 
Arthur,” was the reply; and the President smiled as he 
added one more plump fish to his creel. 
THE Srarvine PrecaAns.—When the story came of the 
terrible fate of the Greely party amid Arctic desolation, the 
whole civilized world was thrilled with horror and pity; 
report after report comes of the starving condition of the 
Piegan Indians at the Blackfeet Angency, in Montana, and 
precious little attention any one seems to pay toit. When 
the statement of their desperate. condition was made last 
June, we personally communicated with President Arthur, 
at Washington, asking that immediate relief should be given 
to the famished wretches. In reply, July 2, came word that 
the matter would have ‘‘the personal attention of the Secre- 
tary of the Interior,” Nothing more was heard, until last 
week a dispatch was published in the papers saying that the 
Board of Trade of Helena, Montana, had telegraphed a peti- 
tion to the Secretary of the Interior for the relief of these 
same Indians, who, despite contrary reports, were actually 
starving. Has the Secretary of the Interior given this his 
“personal attention,” and if so, what does that mean? Is it 
the deliberately adopted policy and purpose of .the Govern- 
ment officials to rid the land of these Indians by penning 
them up to starve to death? . 
A Lesson From SwiTzeERLAnND.—It is a pretty story that 
comes to us from Switzerland, and not without its moral, 
The threatened exhaustion of the chamois some time ago 
was so imminent that the government wisely enacted laws 
for the protection of the animals which have from time im- 
memorial posed in picturesque attitudes to delight the moun- 
tain tourist. By this law certain well-defined districts were 
set apart for the chamois, and to kill them was positively 
forbidden for a number of years. The result has been that, 
the chamois have increased and multiplied, and no longer 
dismayed by the attack of the skin pirate, have become so 
tame as to sometimes even venture into the villages and 
towns. The tourists are, of course, delighted with such an 
attraction, and the people are well pleased, for all this means 
more silver to jingle in their pockets. 
SouTHERN SPORTSMEN’s AssocIATION.—A number of 
New Orleans sportsmen met in that city Aug. 4 and organ- 
ized the Southern Sportsmen’s Association. The purpose is 
announced to be “‘the protection of game and fish by proper 
laws in this and adjoining States, and the enforcement _ 
thereof, the encouragement of breeding sporting dogs and 
the holding of an annual field trial for that end,” ete. The 
officers elected were: Mr. N. D. Wallace, president; Mr. J. 
K. Renaud, secretary; Messrs. F. H. Watson, James Buckley, 
A. M. Bickham, A. M. Ancoin and Richard Fotscher, 
governing committee. Thirty members were enrolled, and 
it is expected that many more will be added from Louisiana 
and the adjoining States. The annual field trials, hunt, din- 
ner, etc., will be given by the new association. 
THe CALIFORNIA STATE SPORTSMEN’sS ASSOCIATION has 
issued a circular of inquiries addressed to residents of dif- 
ferent portions of the State, with a view to securing data for 
the forming of a suitable game law. This is a sensible pro- 
ceeding. The plan is one that might be imitated by others 
with profit. In many ways the California society has given 
proof of its energy and determination, and we are glad to 
know that it is accomplishing the tasks it was organized to 
perform. 
GamE Rerorrs.—We shall be glad to receive for publica- 
tion reports upon the game supply for the fall shooting, and 
such notes of desirable localities and the routes to them as 
our friends may be willing to send to us for the benefit of 
readers. There are always many sportsmen on the lookout 
for shooting grounds, Some want quail, some woodcock, 
some ruffed grouse and others prairie chickens, and then 
there is the man who is anxious to kill his deer or moose. 
WE HHAR A GREAT DEAL about the true sportsman, but 
it is the untrue sportsman who makes the biggest bags, 
FOREST AND STREAM FABLES. 
WIDOWED Woodduck swimming foriorn beneath the Trees that 
overhung the Stream, beheld thereon a Robin, a Bluebirdand a 
Starling, all mourning as sadly as she. Asking each the cause of her 
sorrow, they all replied that their Mates had been shot by a Natural- 
ist. ‘'You should not mourn, my Friends,” said the Woodduck, ‘‘but 
rather be thankful that your Partners were not slain as wantonly as 
mine, who was killed only to fill some one’s Stomach, while yours haye 
died to aid the cause of Science.** But the silly little Birds were not 
comforted by her words, and continued to mourn, saying it mattered 
little to them why they had been robbed of Happiness, and the World 
despoiled of so much Beauty and Song. 
