Forest and Stream. 



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SUNDAY DRINKS AND SUNDAY FISHING. 



New York City is just now undergoing an experience 

 with its Sunday liquor law, which all good citizens are 

 watching with deep satisfaction, the rogues with disgust, 

 and the whole country with interest. 



The law forbids the opening of liquor saloons on Sun- 

 day. Under the rule of a former police board, the law 

 was not honestly enforced, but Was debauched into an 

 agency of official blackmail. Saloon keepers were made 

 to put up or shut up. If they paid money to the police 

 they were permitted to sell on Sunday; if they refused to 

 contribute to the police they were compelled to close or 

 undergo arrest. The Sunday saloon law was not a dead 

 letter; it was an instrument of unjust discrimination, 

 oppression and corruption. 



When the present Board of Commissioners took office 

 and set about the tremendous task of reforming a rotten 

 police system, one of the first reforms to engage their at- 

 tention was that of the Sunday saloon law enforcement. 

 They announced that they interpreted their duty to be to 

 execute the law impartially. That meant that it was to 

 be applied to all; that every saloon keeper was to close 

 his saloon on Sunday and every hotel proprietor his bar. 

 No one was to be exempt on account of a "pull." Poli- 

 tics counted for nothing; Republican or Democrat, Tam- 

 many, Anti-Tammany, every man must shut up on Sun- 

 day. And they shut them up, even when the officer 

 detailed to arrest a saloon keeper did so at the peril of his 

 life among the thugs. 



This determined, straightforward, unswerving and 

 thorough enforcement of the law has created consterna- 

 tion among those men who, having paid their blackmail 

 or worked their pull for years, now find that the methods 

 successful with knaves no longer work when honest 

 officials are in control. And it has excited a silly hulla- 

 balloo among journals of the World and Sun type. Pres- 

 ident Roosevelt of the Police Commissioners said in an 

 interview: "I would rather see this administration turned 

 out for enforcing laws than see it succeed by violating 

 them. I am an executive, not a legislative officer. I in- 

 dulge in no theorizing about the performance of duty. 

 We suffer from overlegislation and lax administration of 

 legislation." 



Thereupon the World advances the extraordinary doc- 

 trine that it is only certain ones of the laws on the statute 

 books that are to be enforced, and it thinks that the 

 people are the ones to determine which they want en- 

 forced and which are to go unobserved. 



The Sun is constitutionally and consistently opposed to 

 municipal reform and in sympathy with the vicious ele- 

 ments in city rule, and so the Sun has been severe 

 and savage and jocular and puerile in its criticisms of an 

 honest police board's honest enforcement of the law, 

 Nothing is too silly for its adaptation to this end. 



Last Saturday its editorial page came out with this: 

 "The Hon. Theodore Roosevelt is interested in the game 

 laws, being a thorough-going sportsman. As President 



of the New York Board of Police, however, he seems to 

 have overlooked a provision of the game law of the State 

 of New York which it is manifestly his duty to enforce. 

 Section 6 of the game law, as amended in 1887, reads 

 thus: 



"The English or European house sparrow (Passer domesticus} is 

 not included among the birds protected by this act, and it shall be 

 considered a misdemeanor to intentionally give food or shelter to the 

 same." 



"The police should be instructed at once to arrest any 

 little girl who may be detected in the act of throwing a 

 crumb of bread to an English sparrow. Enforce this vital 

 law! Put the police onto the Passer domesticus!" 



The law which the Sun quotes does not exist, though 

 quoted on its editorial page. The statute was repealed in 

 1892, This fact probably has no importance to the Sun, 

 for its notion of a law is that, on the books or repealed, it 

 is equally a dead letter or a living force, according as the 

 subject against whom it is directed has not or has a "pull," 

 or will submit to pay blackmail. 



The World, following the Sun's lead, and in equal 

 ignorance of the facts, devotes considerable space to a 

 cartoon which has for its text the same long repealed 

 law. 



If these papers want to make out a case for fighting 

 President Roosevelt on law enforcement with special re- 

 gard to his sportsmanship, let them look about more care- 

 fully; there are statutes which are never enforced. 



TROUBLE IN JACKSON'S HOLE. 



A Tennessee correspondent, writing of a hunting expe- 

 dition West, gives an enthusiastic description of Jackson's 

 Hole, which he says appeared to his eyes to be ' 'an amphi- 

 theater especially created by the great and just God for 

 the habitation of His creatures." The Hole is just now a 

 troubled habitation, for that is the seat of the Indian 

 troubles, so called. They are Indian troubles in the sense 

 that they are troubles for the Indians, and so far for no 

 one else in particular. 



The story is a very old one, which has time and time 

 again been thrashed over in the Forest and Stream. 

 For nearly ten years there has been annual complaint in 

 these columns that the Indians came into Jackson's Hole 

 and the adjacent mountains and killed game at any season 

 of the year, and since, Wyoming has been a State, much 

 of this killing has been done in violation of the laws of 

 that State. Against such game slaughter the residents of 

 J ackson's Hole and its neighborhood and many visiting 

 sportsmen have of ten protested with loud voice. To this 

 it has been replied that the Indians, by their treaty 

 made with the United States, have forever the right to 

 hunt outside of their reservation on the unoccupied lands 

 of that region. 



Since the admission of Wyoming as a State different 

 conditions of course prevail, but the admission of this 

 State does not alter the fact that the United States has 

 solemnly pledged itself to permit the Indians to hunt off 

 their reservation indefinitely. On the stupidity of having 

 made or ratified such a treaty no comment need be made. 

 The legislative and executive branches of the Government 

 share equally the responsibility for so gross a blunder. 



In the many comments we have made on this annually 

 recurring trouble, we have taken the ground that the 

 matter was one of such importance that the Indian 

 Bureau was justified in ordering its agents to refuse 

 passes to the Indians to leave their reservations. The 

 question goes far beyond the destruction of deer and 

 elk, which sooner or later will all be killed. It is a ques- 

 tion of the safety of human life, either of red men or 

 white men. 



If Indians, away from their reservations -and uncon- 

 trolled, meet with settlers, far from civilization, and smart- 

 ing under what they believe to be a wrong, neither party 

 is likely to be very patient, and it takes but little to make 

 bad blood between them. Last year a hunting party of 

 Sioux were arrested for illegal game killing in Wyoming, 

 and there was every prospect of a fight before they were 

 persuaded to give themselves up. 



This year the Indians have gone into Jackson's Hole on 

 their hunting expedition, and, so far as can be learned 

 from the newspaper dispatches, a party of settlers tried to 

 arrest some of them for killing game. The Indians re- 

 sisted and several of them were killed. The Governor 

 of Wyoming has ordered the State militia to be ready to 

 proceed to the scene of the trouble and Federal troops are 

 also marching in to the Hole. Meanwhile the newspapers 



are full of absurd rumors of what the Indians are doing 

 and are going to do. 



The one fact about all this matter which cannot be got 

 over is that the United States Government has pledged 

 its faith that the Indians shall have the right to do certain 

 things, and that United States citizens are now prevent- 

 ing them from doing those things. It is the plain duty of 

 the Government to buy back from the Indians this right 

 which it will not allow them to exercise, and so to put an 

 end to this annual excitement. 



ADIRONDACK PRESERVES AND HOTELS. 



In our issue of Dec. 22, 1894, was printed a map of the 

 Adirondack game and fish preserves. The State Park, as 

 defined by the Forestry Commission, comprises an area of 

 2,807,760 acres. Of this territory the State owned at the 

 date of our compilation only 551,093 acres, while of the 

 two million more acres within the Park limits, 825,000 

 acres were shown to be private preserves. 



As a matter of fact, in the State Park there is vastly 

 more territory in the control of private hands than there 

 is open to the public; and in the private territory are to be 

 counted most of the good fishing waters. The desirable 

 streams open to the Adirondack visitor are growing less 

 and less every season. The hotel keepers are beginning 

 to feel the effect of such a condition. Their guests are 

 complaining that there is no more fishing and hunting to 

 be had in the Adirondacks; and there is broached the 

 plan of restoring the State Park section of the Adiron- 

 dacks to its previous condition by exercising the right of 

 eminent domain. Men who appear to be deeply in ear- 

 nest declare that they shall agitate the subject. 



SNAP SHOTS. 

 Mr. A. M. Quivey died at Billings, Mont., July 10. 

 By his death Montana loses one of its oldest inhabitants 

 and the Yellowstone Park a consistent and earnest friend. 

 Mr. Quivey was an old-time hunter, trapper and scout, 

 having gone to the West more than forty years ago, and 

 having lived there the free life of an old-time trapper 

 until the advent of the railroad and of the settlements 

 made such a life no longer possible. He was closely as- 

 sociated with the Crow Indians, and had held positions 

 under the Government in connection with these people. . 

 He also served as scout in some of the earlier Indian wars, 

 and we believe was with Gen. Miles at the time the Nez 

 Perce3 crossed Montana. Mr. Quivey was a graceful 

 writer and had communicated to the Montana Historical 

 Society a number of sketches of old-time events, some of 

 which have already been published in the transactions of 

 that association. He was a not infrequent contributor to 

 Forest and Stream, and what he said about the West 

 bore the stamp of unquestionable authority. Along the 

 Yellowstone River, where Mr. Quivey was well known, 

 his loss will be deeply felt. 



In these days of questioning where one may go with a 

 chance of finding any game at all, he must be counted 

 lucky whose chief concern is to find time to gather the 

 assured harvest in store for him. Mr. Horace Kephart, of 

 the Kephart-Kennedy syndicate, which has been telling 

 such good "Stories of a Western Town," confides to us 

 that he has been scouting in eastern Missouri, and has 

 there discovered a picturesque country, some queer char- 

 acters, a great crop of mast and wild fruits, and prospects 

 of wild turkeys galore in the fall. "I believe that I shall 

 have to split my vacation," he adds, "putting in two 

 weeks for gobblers in the new Missouri Eden, and two 

 more for deer in Arkansas in January." That is an en- 

 ticing programme; the one thing to make it perfect 

 would be a partnership in the fun and the spoils with 

 Kennedy. 



Mr. Alvan F. Sanborn records in the Independent a 

 night experience in a ten-cent lodging house in Boston . 

 Even there, it appears, they tell fish stories. "My nearest 

 neighbor," he writes, "told of catching a halibut weigh- 

 ing 300 pounds, and a turtle weighing '1,300 pounds, 14 

 pounds and 13 ounces exact.' " 



The Nova Scotia Game and Inland Fishery Society 

 adopted last year the system of an uniform opening day 

 for all game. The law has created much opposition, but 

 the Society has held to it because of the comparative ease 

 of enforcing such a law, 



