Jan. 3, 1889.] 



FOREST AND STREAM, 



477 



of all kinds, high enough to shut out completely the 

 cheap, miserable trash from coming to this market. 

 There should be a law to absolutely prohibit a, certain 

 class of arms from being landed at our ports, and a duty 

 high enough on the meritorious arms to enable every 

 manufacturer here in this country with the high-cost 

 labor to compete successfully with such. Not one-tenth 

 of the breechloading doublebarreled shotguns that find a 

 market here in this country , are made by our own manu- 

 facturers; they are imported; also revolvers to a large 

 extent, whereas, in our opinion, every one should be 

 made here. I would have a higher duty on a high-cost 

 gun than on the medium grade; but it should always be 

 a specific duty instead of an ad valorem, for we suffer so 

 much by the practice of undervaluations. 



With regard to the effect on the dealer, I think that he 

 would be much better off to handle the domestic arms 

 instead of the foreign, for I believe there is not a manu- 

 facturer in the country but would aim to put his product 

 on to the market in such a way as to insure the dealer a 

 good and fair profit for handling the goods. You will 

 see that I am a strong protectionist, I believe in protect- 

 ing and sustaining our own industries; it is a question of 

 political economy, and does not enter the domain of poli- 

 tics. S. Forehand (Forehand & Wads worth.) 



Worcester, Mass., Dec. 10. 



WEIGHT OF CARIBOU. 



Editor Forest and Stream: 



Either the types are at fault or your correspondent 

 "Cap Lock," in issue of Dec. 18, page 410, must have 

 fallen upon a herd of elephants in the vicinity of Moose 

 Eiver and taken them for caribou. He thinks his three 

 caribou must have averaged ISOOlbs. in weight dressed 

 and that he saw tracks of others that must have 

 weighed double that! 



If any one has seen a caribou weighing over 7001bs. he 

 has seen a monster but when it comes to 12001bs. ; not to 

 speak of 2400 dressed, must be excused for assuming 

 that it means elephants. We have heard of the jumbo 

 moose, in fact several of him, but his reign is over if 

 "Cap Lock'' does not retract. 



The trouble is that "Cap Lock" bases his estimates on 

 those which he killed and is supposed to know about. A 

 novice might be excused for wild estimates of the weight 

 of caribou judging from their tracks alone. 



The caribou — as every hunter knows — is able by the 

 spread of his hoofs, by resting part of his weight far 

 back on the leg, to produce something of the effect of a 

 snowshoe, and to shamble along over crusts and snows 

 into which the deer and moose sink helplessly. Even in 

 the lightest snow the track of the caribou looks astonish- 

 ingly large. On my last hunt I measured the track of 

 an old bull in less than an inch of snow and it measxired 

 just 12in. in length, but I suppose he was just the ordin- 

 ary "big fellow." 



While we are about it let us hear from some of the 

 brethren about the weight of caribou. Ebemee. 



CHICAGO AND THE WEST. 



CHICAGO, 111., Dec. 24.— "The earth do move." I 

 can remember very well when people hadn't any 

 sympathy with the present great movement in favor of 

 mental relaxation and physical culture. To-day it is not 

 only a proper thing, but a fashionable thing to affect the 

 outdoor world, and in the matter of physical cultivation 

 not only gentlemen but also ladies show progress and 

 claim recognition. I was never more forcibly impressed 

 by this fact than on the other evening, when I was talk- 

 ing with Prof. Hartl aud the eight lady fencers whom he 

 this year brought over from the Vienna Academy. Prof. 

 Hartl, liimself a model argument for physical culture, 

 has in his eight young friends a charming further com- 

 ment. These girls are ladies and from the best families 

 of Vienna, and although they give public exhibitions of 

 their skill, they are not by any means to be roughly 

 classed under the category of actresses. Quiet and de- 

 nture as they are, however, they are fairly radiant with 

 a perfect health, and so far transcend the average lady 

 shopper as to cause simple wonder. The glow of the 

 skin is different, and the absolute sparkle of the eye, so 

 much written about and so rarely seen, is as marked as in 

 an oarsman in perfect condition. It is Greece come back 

 again to see these sensible young German girls, so happy, 

 well-poised and unaffected do they seem. Neither the 

 Professor nor his pupils can speak any English, but when 

 shown Forest and Stream, with a word of explanation, 

 they said it was next door to their own work, and they 

 should take it with them to Vienna, whither some of 

 them soon return, and where interpreters should inforoi 

 them of American outdoor sports. Prof. Hartl trained 

 H. K. Bloodgood, broadsword champion, and L. W. Law- 

 son, champion with foils, of the New York Athletic 

 Club. He is doing good in his day and generation, and 

 his academy at Vienna is the center of the modern move- 

 ment mentioned, for that city, and quite as many ladies 

 as gentlemen avail themselves of" its advantages. This is 

 decidedly all right. The world seems waking up to the 

 truth of the general doctrines of Forest and Stream. 



I was a good deal startled by the way "W. N. B." puts 

 it in his review of Dec. 20, on Mr. Franck's Colorado 

 hunting article. I confess I am not familiar with Colo- 

 rado game laws, but I used to live in New Mexico, and I 

 know that in that Territory the prohibitions of the game 

 laws are plainly stated to except the killing of such game 

 out of season as camp necessity may demand. This is 

 a not uncommon and not unsensible provision in a moun- 

 tain country where settlements and supplies are infre- 

 quent. I do not know how it is in Colorado. As to 

 actual waste of meat on the hunt in question, while I 

 would rather not go too closely into the ethics myself, I 

 would like to say that Mr. Franck told me himself that 

 no meat was wasted, as ranchmen lower down on the 

 trail went back and brought it down for their own use. 

 It isn't my business to vindicate anybody of undue game 

 slaughter, but if I were going to hop on to anybody, I 

 would a lot rather it should be somebody else than these 

 men, whom I know to be on general principles about as 

 near white men and square sportsmen as the most of us. 



In referring to Mr. F. A.. Howe's statement as to the 

 insufficiency of wild rice as duck feed, I am inclined to 

 think that the remarks of "Ren" have some justice. I 

 believe that Mr. Howe's opinion holds better to the 

 marshes in his locality. Mr. John Taylor, of the English 

 Lake Club, has made to me almost the same statement 

 which "Ren" here makes about the amount of rice which 



will be collected in a boat. Perhaps the blackbirds are 

 not so plentiful in these other localities as on the marshes 

 under Mr. Howe's notice. The blackbirds eat a great 

 deal of the rice. Perhaps, too, the great support of the 

 assertions of Mr. Howe, who is a very accurate and ob- 

 servant sportsman, lies in the fact that after the rice is 

 ripened the greater portion is shaken off into the water. 

 What remains is only a small portion of the entire cropi 



Two market shooters lately returned from the New 

 Madrid swamps of Missouri, report that the Egyptian 

 lotus is found in that locality. They were too late for 

 the flowers, but saw plenty of the large round leaves, 

 which could hardly be mistaken. 



Dec. 26. — Heavy rain is falling to-day, as it did yester- 

 day and the day before. We had a green Christmas here. 

 The weather is unprecedentedly mild, and altogether 

 contrary to the general predictions of a severe winter. 

 Water is rising over the long-dried-up marshes of this 

 State and Indiana, and it is thought that it will be deep 

 enough to prevent a freezing quite to the bottom. 



Dec. 27. — Nothing to write about but the weather; but 

 it has an eiTatic, strange and truly zebi'aic character at 

 present that warrants comment for once in a way. Out 

 in Dakota they are having basket picnics and baseball 

 games. In Iowa snow is drifted so badly in Des Moines 

 as to impede business. A straight western wind struck 

 this city last night. This morning it is cold, with some 

 snow. It looks like winter now. E. HocxOH. 



THE MAINE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD. 



THE open season on moose, deer and caribou in Maine 

 will have closed before these lines reach the eye of 

 the readers of the Forest and Stream, but it would 

 hardly be the treatment the readers of that most pleasing 

 and instructive paper deserve to let the subject pass with- 

 out the statement of certain facts concerning the most 

 prosperous season the deer hunters have realized in that 

 State. The number of deer killed in the open season has 

 been great; greater tha,n ever before. But the number 

 of moose and caribou has been small; smaller in the 

 direction of moose than last year. Deer have been seen 

 in most unthought-of places — even running into towns, 

 and out into fields and farmyards; all going to show how 

 numerous these beautiful game animals have become, 

 and to what lengths their habits will j)ermit them to go 

 when their most deadly enemy — next to the wolf — the 

 hound, is not permitted to be let loose upon them. There 

 is a good deal of frozen venison up in Maine, and the ques- 

 tion with the owners is how it can be got to the Boston 

 market. 



That Tom Allen seizure, recorded in the Forest and 

 Stream last week, was simply glorious. It was an ex- 

 cellent stroke toward damming up the underground rail- 

 road between that State and the Boston market. I could 

 not resist the temptation of sending a man down to inter- 

 view Hamilton Campbell, the man whose shipping cards 

 were on the packages containing the venison, marked 

 empty bottles. Mr. Campbell is m the liquor business, 

 and he resents the imputation that he had anything to 

 do with the venison found by Warden Allen with Camp- 

 bell's cards on the barrels. Campbell says that he never 

 heard of the venison till he saw the account in the Boston 

 Herald, He has nothing to do with receiving unlawful 

 goods. He explains the use of his cards on the packages 

 in this way: "I go through certain parts of Maine every 

 month or two, and I leave my cards. The card reads, 

 'Hamilton Campbell, dealer in wines and liquors, 216 

 Commercial street, Boston.' Somebody got hold of a lot 

 of these cards, aud knowing that I sometimes receive 

 empty bottles, they thought it would be a good way to 

 get the venison through, directed with these cards. It is 

 plain that the owner of the venison intended to be in 

 Boston and receive the meat at the depot, or at the wharf, 

 without saying a word to me. He simply made a tool of 

 my cards, and got caught. But it has caused me some 

 annoyance, for my friends come in and squint around 

 and ask for a slice of that venison. It don't do much 

 good for me to deny it, for it has got into the papers, and 

 everybody believes that I have had a hand in receiving- 

 Maine venison, which I have not." 



But there is another form of underground railroad for 

 Maine venison to this market. Warden Allen will do 

 well to watch every consignment of poultry, especially 

 in barrels. A gentleman called my attention to some- 

 thing in front of the place of a noted receiver of poultry 

 on North Market street only Saturday. He told me to go 

 quickly and I should see the men taking a Maine deer out 

 of a barrel. He had just .come from that point and seen 

 them take out one, and there were other barrels to be 

 opened. I went at once to the store, but there were no 

 deer in sight. I got another friend to ask where those 

 deer came from, but the receivers were as mum as they 

 would have been to me. Now it looks suspicious to see a 

 deer drawn from a barrel marked poultry, especially 

 since all the western deer which come here are simply 

 wrapped in the hides. I don't blame Commissioner Stil- 

 well for asking for a square non-export law on game in 

 his State. Boston market men are too deeply interested 

 in it. They are sufficiently interested to ruin the entire 

 State as a hunting resort, if allowed to ply their nefarious 

 game business for two seasons without molestation. 



But Hamilton Campbell further says that every one of 

 those deer carcasses seized by Warden Allen will reach 

 Boston sooner or later. How much does he know about 

 it? He says that the wardens and the Commissioners 

 are permitted to 6ell the meat. Once out of their hands, 

 it will quickly drift toward the borders of the State. 

 Kittery is the point he names as the place where the 

 smuggling across the line will be done. Then once out 

 of the State the venison comes to Boston without inter- 

 ruption. But he forgets that the railroads and express 

 companies are not permitted to receive deer even on the 

 soil of Maine. Three deer, two caribou and one moose in 

 a season the law reads, and the courts have decided that 

 this decision refers to a railroad or an express company 

 as much as to an individual. Still it would be a good 

 thing for the Commissioners to be on the lookout for 

 poultry barrels and mutton boxes at Kittery or any other 

 considerable border railway station on the line of Maine, 

 Doubtless the coming Legislature of that State will give 

 the Commissioners better laws and more money with 

 which to execute them. By the way, that report of those 

 Maine Fish and Game Commissioners was a masterly 

 document. It is full of truth and vim. A gentleman, a 

 regular visitor to Maine with gun and rod, each in the 

 proper season, remarked to me only yesterday that if the 



full gist of that Commissioners' report could be carried 

 out, it would not be three years before Maine would be 

 the play ground for the lovers of gun and rod from almost 

 every State in the Union. Special. 



IN MEMOR I AM— WILLIAM SENTER. 



Died. — In Portland, Me,, Dee. 22, 1888, Hon. William Senter, 

 aged 75 years. 



WHEREVER William Senter was known— and his 

 acquaintance was broad as the continent— there 

 will be sorrow, sincere and profound, at the tidings that 

 Ms kind heart has ceased to beat, His friends Avere 

 legion. To know him was to love him. His nature was 

 singularly frank, gentle and kindly. His love was not 

 bounded by humanity, but went out toward every created 

 thing. The beasts of the field, the birds of the air and 

 the fishes of the streams, were all his comrades and 

 friends. He loved the open air, the broad upland, the 

 deep forest and the sounding sea of our rocky coast. He 

 was an ardent follower of manly outdoor sports. When 

 in the spring of 1861 Mr. Senter and his associates sailed 

 their new yacht Sparkle in our waters, they created a 

 revolution in yachting in Maine. Hitherto we had sailed 

 in open boats. With the Sparkle came the era of decked 

 yachts, and in them we cruised with unwonted comfort 

 along the entire coast of "hundred-harbored Maine." 



Many who read these lines will recall with pleasure 

 some sail in the Sparkle among the islands of Casco Bay, 

 the rare good fellowship of the kind host now departed, 

 his keen interest in the tides and currents, and every 

 change of sea and air, and the quaint legends of the isles 

 he repeated to his friends grouped about him on deck, as 

 he steered homeward when the day was spent and the 

 domes and spires of our city by the sea stood sharply out- 

 lined against the glowing west. 



Mr. Senter was a keen sportsman, a good shot and a 

 skillful wielder of the rod. And yet his chief object 

 never seemed to be to shoot birds or capture fish. True, 

 he took his rod with him as he wandered along the brooks 

 in June, and he whistled to his dog and shouldered his 

 gun as he went afield in brown October; but these were 

 simply the outward excuses he made to the world, and 

 perchance to himself, for getting away from the din and 

 dust of the city and spending the day with nature and in 

 the companionship of some friend, trusted and true, with 

 whom his soul was in sympathy. And how unselfish he 

 was, too, in these sports, always 'willing his friend should 

 whip the best trout pools before him, and always ready 

 to plunge into the thickest alder swamp with his setter 

 and hunt the covert through, while his comrade stood on 

 the outside to shoot the woodcock. Often as the day 

 drew on you would miss him, and when found again he 

 would be picking wild flowers to carry home to some sick 

 neighbor, or perhaps you would detect him quietly enter- 

 ing a poor country cottage to leave some dainty or gift 

 he had brought from the town. Everything in nature 

 keenly interested him, and what a world of lore he had 

 upon the flight of birds, the habits of wild animals and 

 the growth and characteristics of every wild flower that 

 grew in your path; and how freely and willingly and en- 

 tertainingly he imparted his knowledge, the result of a 

 long life of observation and research. How eloquently, 

 too, he discoursed of the wonders of the heavens as you 

 drove briskly homeward in the autumn evenings, with 

 the stars shining brightly through the frosty air. Ah! 

 what a rare comrade he was. His loss leaves a void in 

 the heart of many a friend that will never be completely 

 filled in the world again. 



More than three score years and ten had rolled over 

 Mr. Senter's head, yet he never seemed to grow old. His 

 heart was as young, his feelings as fresh and his voice as 

 cheery as ever. He loved the society of younger men, 

 and they in turn found no one of their own age whose 

 soul was so bright and youthful as his. He was the life 

 and soul of every circle in which he moved. None so 

 cheerful, hopeful and helpful as he. 



To the very last he kept up his exclusions into the 

 woods and fields. It was only last October that I spent a 

 day with him hunting in the woodlands, near our city — 

 our last outing. It is true we did not shoot a bird. We 

 fired never a shot. But that bright autumn day when we 

 trod together well-known forest paths, and conversed 

 together with the freedom of long years of unbroken 

 friendship will ever remain a mellow, hallowed memory. 



Ever since I can recollect, his shop on Exchange street 

 has been a headquarters for troops of friends. There all 

 knew they were welcome, and there at almost any hour 

 of the day you were sure to find a little cluster of kindred 

 spirits grouped about the proprietor, who while continu- 

 ing steadily the work or writing he had in hand, at the 

 same time was easily able to entertain his friends with 

 anecdote and repartee. Many a man has entered that 

 hospitable store on Exchange street dejected, careworn 

 and despondent, to come forth a little later bright and 

 buoyant, f eeling that the skies were again clear above his 

 head and life worth the living. 



And William Senter's good deeds were not confined to 

 cheering up his friends with apt stories and lively banter. 

 He wa3 constantly doing good deeds and kindly offices 

 for others, and yet he was so quiet and modest in his 

 charities that none except his most intimate friends even 

 suspected how large his field of benevolence really was. 



Especially did Mr. Senter seek out those who had 

 known better days, and who were suffering in silence, too 

 proud to make known their wants. To many such has he 

 conveyed much needed succor and relief, and in so gen- 

 tle and sympathetic and unobtrusive a way that no one's 

 pride was ever hurt or feelings injured. 



If to go about doing good is the mark of a true follower 

 of the great Master, then William Senter is one of the 

 best Christians I ever knew. 



Mr. Senter was an upright and successful man of busi- 

 ness, learned in astronomy, skillful in mathematics, honest 

 and incorruptible; and he filled every station from private 

 citizen to the chief magistrate of our city with ability, 

 success and honor. 



Of his sterling business life of more than half a cen- 

 tury among us a volume might well be written. But all 

 this I leave to others who knew him as a man of affairs. 



I write these few hasty lines as one of those who had 

 the rare good fortune to be the companion and disciple of 

 this genial interpreter of nature, in his excursions m the 

 forest, by the stream and on the shore. 



His comrades-in-arms — if I may so speak — loved Wil- 

 liam Senter with the deep strong love of brothers, and as 

 one of them I place this hurriedlv plucked chaplet on 

 his bier. . W. W. Thomas, Jr. 



