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FOREST AND STREAM. 



[Jan. 6, 1894. 



CHICAGO AND THE WEST. 



[From a Staff Correspondent.] 

 Chicago Wants the Rabbits. 



Chicago, III., Deo. 23.— Last week I put forward ten- 

 tatively the idea that the shooters of the country would 

 be doing a charitable and useful thing, and one not in- 

 jurious to themselves, if they should send in to the relief 

 association of Chicago all the rabbits they killed, the 

 same to be used in feeding the unemployed poor of the 

 city. It was stated then that the gravity of the situation 

 could not be over-stated, that thousands of men with 

 families were out of work and hungry, and that whole- 

 some food of any sort would be most welcome to them. 



This week we may go further, and announce definitely 

 that the idea is no longer an experiment or a mere pro- 

 ject, but a welcome and accepted proposition; that the 

 Central Relief Association of Chicago has heard it, passed 

 upon it, and received it gladly; in short, that Chicago 

 wants those rabbits— not at the serious expense of any 

 local game supply, but all the rabbits which the shooters 

 of America think they can spare, and which they are 

 willing to go out and kill. Chicago wants judgment used 

 in this of course, but if there can be utilized here a source 

 of food supply which otherwise would be left untouched, 

 then Chicago asks that it may be given to the poor now 

 suffering in her streets. Chicago wishes that sportsman- 

 ship be not injured in the least of its privileges, but that 

 the sportsmen of the country shall give as they think 

 they ought to give. A day which will afford fun to the 

 shooter may afford happiness and relief and comfort and 

 thankfulness to more than one family in this big city, 

 where so many are now knowing the despair of an honest 

 and hopeless destitution. 



Therefore, take down the guns, and get ready for the 

 biggest rabbit hunt that was ever known, the Forest and 

 Stream rabbit hunt for charity. Don't kill all the rabbits 

 in the covers, but kill some, each of you, in Illinois, 

 Indiana, Iowa, Winconsin, Missouri, everywhere, and 

 ship them here for charity. No side-bunts, no competi- 

 tions, no general slaughtering, but a conscientious saving 

 of every rabbit killed, and a conscientious shipping of 

 every rabbit saved. We will show that the sportsmen 

 have no war with the people, and that no man's heart is 

 larger than the sportsman's. Get ready for the hunt. 



Ship to 82 Market St., Chicago. 

 When you kill a rabbit, pull off his head and eviscerate 

 him at once. This makes a lighter weight to carry, and 

 it makes a lighter freight or express rate, a very impor- 

 tant thing. Please remember this; then the relief asso- 

 ciation will not be paying tariff on what it cannot use. 

 Of course, thoroughly cool or freeze the rabbits, if pos- 

 sible, after sewing up in gunny sacks. Mark the tag as 

 follows: "Central Relief Association of Chicago, Mr. 

 Wilmeroth, Agt, 82 Market st., Chicago.— Cuarity." 

 Also please give the names of the senders and the point 

 from which the rabbits are shipped. Do not kill squir 

 rels, birds, or any other sort of game. Be sure to take 

 off the heads and clean the rabbits. The shipping charges 

 will be paid here by the association. If the shipping 

 agent doubts this, show him Forest and Stream and the 

 following letter: 



H. N. Higinbotham, Treasurer. Robert Greek, Manager. 



"MEMORANDUM." 

 LAKESIDE FREE KITCHEN, 



FOOT OF RANDOLPH ST., AT VIADUCT. 



Contributors will please send regular Bill or Invoice with each, lot of 

 goods furnished, and state on same, "Contribution." 



Please state quantities, prices and total value, in order that proper 

 credic may be given. 



Cash contributions by Check to order of H. N. Higinbotham. Treas- 

 urer, or by enclosure addressed to him; receipt will be given by 

 R. Greer, Manager. 



"Dec 22.— Forest and Stream: I am of the opinion that 

 any number of rabbits that sportsmen would be likely to 

 shoot could be used by the suffering poor of Chicago this 

 winter. Mr. Wilmeroth, of No. 82 Market street, is in 

 charge of the supplies— both receiving and distributing— 

 on behalf of the Central Relief Committee, and I am quite 

 sure he would be willing to cooperate with you. I will 

 take in 500 if they can be sent in one or two lots, and will 

 pay the transportation if not over one-half cent per 

 pound, or if the express companies will transport the 

 stuff free, so much the better. Yours truly, 



"Robt. Greer, Mgr." 



What Will the Express Companies Do? 



There has not been time as yet to see the managers of 

 the different express companies, yet I have no doubt that 

 they would carry free any contributions which they were 

 satisfied were to go to the relief association. Of this more 

 later on. As to the managers of the railways, no less 

 should be expected of them, for their liberality has been 

 tried in similar exigencies before to-day. 



Out in California they have jack-rabbit drives, and 

 sometimes kill 5,000 hares in one day, which will average 

 81bs. each. Two carloads of good meat in one day. They 

 let it he, or bury it. Now, |I know Mr. W. F. White, 

 the general traffic manager of the Santa Fe Railway, to be 

 this sort of a sportsman: He would, if the relief associa- 

 tion wished it, say a word to the freight department of 

 his road which would bring a carload of those big hares 

 across the continent free to the Chicago association, if the 

 California men should see fit to put them on the cars. Mr. 

 P. S. Eustis, general passenger agent of the OB & Q. ; 

 Mr. Jas. Barker, general passenger agent of the Marion 

 route; Mr. C. L. Stone,, general passenger agent of the C. 

 & E. I. Railway, are all sportsmen, and would intercede 

 with their freight associates. Mr. Marvin Hughitt, presi- 

 dent of the Chicago & Northwestern road, is a sportsman, 

 and he would do as much for sport or charity as any. But 

 of this also later. It is not necessary now. You can ship 

 your rabbits now, not prepaid unless you like, and they 

 will be thankfully received. Mr. Greer thinks 500; he will 

 get ten fold that this winter. He does not yet know 

 Forest and Stream and the men who support it. 



Let us not talk of waste of game. In my days of shoot- 

 ing I have seen rabbits killed and left hanging up in the 

 bushes, "until we come round this way again, you know," 

 enough to make a hundred families happy for a week. 

 Do not let us talk of wasting game. If necessary, only 

 carry to the wagon the rabbits you otherwise would have 

 left on tops of stumps or hanging in the forks of saplings. 

 If rabbits are scarce in your neighborhood, don't shoot 

 any at all for this purpose. In many localities they are so 



abundant as to be a pest and a nuisance. It is to these 

 localities that I wish the invitation to apply. 



The Hunt Has Already Begun, 



Yesterday morning some young men came into the 

 office and wanted to know where to go rabbit shooting. 

 I told them to go to De Motte. or almost anywhere in the 

 scrub oak thickets along the Kankakee marshes. Then I 

 asked them to bring all their rabbits home and give them 

 to the hungry people. They said they would. "There is 

 some sense in that," they said. They are now absent on 

 their trip. 



This morning I got a note from Mr. J. A. Balmer. of 

 Vincennes, and he says: 



"I notice your suggestion in Fobest and Stream about 

 killing some rabbits and sending them to the hungry 

 people in Chicago. We will act on your plans, and try 

 and get up a rabbit hunt at Bicknell. Will report on the 

 results later," 



Will Mr. Joe Freeman and Mr, John Mayfield, at Bick- 

 nell, aid Mr. Balmer in this? They are all right in the 

 center of a great rabbit countiy. I have seen two wagon- 

 loads of rabbits lying in one heap by the railroad track at 

 Bicknell. We want one load here, for charity. This is 

 the Forest and Stream charity ball. Will the gentlemen 

 choose their partners? 



Will Mr. Chas. Irwin, at Warsaw, Ind., manage a little 

 hunt and send us a few rabbit-? Will the gentlemen of 

 the great rabbit country at Vandalia, 111., send us some 

 rabbits? I have known of a wagon load being killed there 

 in a day. Will Charlie Parent, of Marshall, Mo., attend 

 to his section? Will Joe Irwin, of Little Rock, Ark., see 

 that his State is repres?nted? Charity, gentlemen. While 

 it's fun, this is in earnest. 



:No. 82 Market Street. Chicago. 



Remember the addi-ess, 82 Market street, Chicago, and 

 the Central Relief Association also must go on the tag. 



This address I learned yesterday during my visit to the 

 Lakeside Free Kitchen, down under the Randolph street 

 viaduct. Mr. Greer, the manager, who so generously 

 gives free his own time and the use of the great cooking 

 plant with which he has fed armies of m^n at the Worlds 

 Fair and elsewhere, was at the time absent, but Mr. Cox, 

 his assistant, kindly showed me through the rough but 

 clean place where Chicago's unemployed are fed. There 

 were long rough benches, covered with strong table 

 ware, and back of these great steaming vats, large as 

 hogsheads, in which were simmering hundreds of pounds 

 of meat. There were bins of vegetables, and heaps of 

 bread. Over all rose a steamy, meaty, but not unwhole- 

 some smell. Outride the doors stood groups of men, idle, 

 idle, and unhappy. Of these I would rather not talk, but 

 I know how they feel, for I have been broke myself, 

 though never quite hungry. It's tough to be idle when 

 you want to work. There is nothing worse in this world. 

 But let that go. 



"Could we use some rabbits?" said Mr. Cox smiling 

 quietly. "I should think we could. We fed 5,000 men 

 here yesterday. It takes a quantity of food to keep that 

 up. Our ration is three of these long slices of bread with 

 a good piece of meat, and a bowl of coffee or broth. 

 Rabbits would go well in these big kettles, don't you 

 think? 



"We serve only two meals a day, at 7 in the morning 

 and i in the afternoon. No man can now get a meal 

 here who does not have a ticket showing that he has 

 worked on the streets for the city. Three hours' work 

 entitles a man to two meals and a bed. Tramps and 

 those unwilling to work are now turned away unfed. 

 The charity is applied as well as we know how, it being 

 first before our minds that when a man is honestly 

 hungry he should be honestly fed. We are doing the 

 feeding and letting others do the scheming. We charge 

 nothing and want nothing in reward, but we can't have 

 too much by way of good supplies. Mr. Greer will write 

 you. All supplies should go to the storerooms of the 

 Central Relief Association, 82 Market street. I am sure, 

 I think, your idea a good one and I thank you for com- 

 ing. There has been a great response all over the coun- 

 try. The American people are generous. I am sure none 

 are more generous than the sportsmen. If they help us 

 their gifts will not be misapplied. Their food will go to 

 the hungry, to the unemployed, and only to such as are 

 willing to work when work is afforded. Go with me on 

 the streets and I will show you noble looking men at 

 work. Some of them have families at home. If they 

 could take a rabbit home they would be glad. They are 

 good workers, too. I pity these men." 



So will the hearty shooters of this country pity them. 

 Let this pity be the excuse for any failings or short- 

 comings in this project as viewed from a sportsman's 

 standpoint. 



Prom the Orient. 



From a glance at the Japan Mail of Nov. 2, printed at 

 Yokohama, Japan, it appears that the enterprising dog 

 man has penetrated even into the land of flowers. One 

 of the advertisements offers for sale "An English pointer 

 dog, two years old, thoroughly trained." No pent-up 

 Utica confines the sporting interest. 



It is in Japan, by the way, that a certain young Chicago 

 enterprise has its extreme roots. Many shooters have 

 seen the grass suits for duck shooting advertised by Frank 

 Lawrence, of Chicago — really a very excellent article — 

 but not so many will know that these suits are all made, 

 every one and in every particular, away over in Japan. 

 The peasantry use them for waterproof garments, and 

 they are sometimes called "Japanese rain coats." The 

 native workmen employed by Mr. Lawrence's firm are 

 very expert in making them. There is nothing of the 

 sort made in this country at all. Mr. Lawrence says it 

 takes him three months to write and get an answer from 

 the Japanese factory. He has improved the coat, applied 

 for patent and is now awaiting the latest returns from the 

 far-away factory in the land of squint-eyed idols. 



Dame Bang Still Lives. 



Last week I wrote a vpry nice little obituary about a 

 pointer dog. This week the said dog can have the pleas- 

 ure of reading her own obituary, and I hope it suits the 

 lady. Dame Bang, reported by Mr. Barker to be dead, 

 deceased and departed, is still very much alive and in 

 evidence, I am glad to say. Mr. Dubois writes me from 

 Cincinnati thereon as follows; 



"John Barker, John Balmer and E. Hough are all 

 wrong about Dame Bang, and I am sorry (for your sake) 

 that the announcement of her death appears in this 



week's Forest and Stream. Dame is at this moment 

 well and hearty in the kennel of Mr. Peabody, at Madi- 

 sonville, O. It appears from a tetter I received from Mr. 

 Balmer, that Mr. Barker confuted Dame with Winno- 

 wing, another dog that ran at Bicknell. I wrote to Mr. 

 Balmer, correcting his mistake, and here I see her 

 obituary again. Is she to get her next death thrust from 

 Bro. Waters? You have killed off Dame Bang on paper, 

 bat her 'harnt' still walks." 



Well, now, we have here the evidence of three men 

 against the unsupported testimony of one. Therefore, 

 according to the statutes, it rests entirely with us whether 

 Dame Bang is dead or not. If we three choose to have 

 her dead, aye, and buried, and blackberries growing on 

 her grave, we can do so, and no one can say us nay. In 

 this case,_however, we will let it go, and I beg Mr. Pea- 

 body to present my apologies to Dame— if he is satisfied 

 in his own mind that he has the real dog and not a 

 "harnt." To-day I have further advices from Bicknell 

 that it was Winnowing that died. 



Ducks in Montana. 



Mr. J. C. Haskell, of this city, is lately back from a 

 trip to Montana. He was to have joined his brother, W. 

 H. Haskell, and party, for a big-game trip in the moun- 

 tains, but arriving at the Leiter mine, near Sheridan, 

 Mont., he found that the party had outfitted and gone in, 

 so he lost his trip. He remained and shot along the 

 streams near the mine, doing most of his shooting along 

 the Ruby Valley. He he got excellent shooting at ducks, 

 and he describes the style of the sport, jumping ducks 

 from the willows, as being easy and pleasant in the ex- 

 treme. This was in the middle of last month. Mr. 

 Haskell says that is a great country for wildfowl, and 

 that the birds st ly there very late, resorting to the open 

 places in the streams. 



Mr. J. W. Schultz, a well known Rocky Mountain 

 guide of Piesran, Montana, who stopped at the Western 

 office of Forest and Stream for a while on his way 

 West this week, confirms much of what Mr. Haskell says 

 as to the ducks in Montana. Mr. Schultz says that he 

 has killed thirty-nine canvasbacks in one afternoon in a 

 small lake not far from his place. He did not know what 

 they fed on, but found they ate a white, insipid-tasting 

 root, which was not the wopato of the Coast couutry. 

 Mr. Schultz says he never saw a redhead in his country, 

 though canvasbacks were often there in numbers. 



Wants Fur Country. 



Mr. O. Goode, of Chicago, writes as follows: 

 "Can you kindly inform me in next week's paper how 

 hunting and trapping for fur bearing a/nimals is in the 

 counties of Taylor and Price, Wisconsin. Also how the 

 land lays. 



1 cannot answer the above question. Can any Wiscon' 

 sin man? 



Will Stay in America. 

 Mr. H. J. Sprengle, who so ably represented the W.W. 

 Greener gun exhibit at the Fair, will not return to Eng- 

 land, but will hereafter show the gun over the counters 

 of Henry C. Squires & Son of New York, for which ser- 

 vice no one could be better qualified. Mr, Sprengle has 

 been little in England since his connection with the 

 Greener gun, having been assigned the charge of foreign 

 exhibits very often. He spent some years in St. Peters- 

 burg, Russia. A bit of a linguist and an expert in his 

 line, he can talk gun to the Queen's taste. Mr. Sprengle 

 tells me that this week will see the last of his goods clear 

 of the customs and on their way to New York, where Mr. 

 Squires will have them. The American gun exhibits 

 were all packed long ago, but the English exhibits were 

 long delayed here, and the boys in Chicago have groaned 

 in spirit over the enforced wait. 



Died. 



Last summer I mentioned the call at the Forest and 

 Stream exhibit of Hon. James Crow of Crystal Lake, 111., 

 and stated that he was one who had read Forest and 

 Stream from its first number. The Hon. James Crow 

 died a week ago, full of years and honors. He was one of 

 the early settlers in his locality, and a man much re- 

 sppcted and beloved. 



Gen. Dutus E. Coon, who was accidentally shot and 

 killed by a friend while they were out hunting together 

 near San Diego, Cal., a week ago to-day, was one of the 

 early Iowa editors, a prominent officer in the late war, 

 and admired by many friends as a good sportsman and 

 worthy friend. 



Fable of a Duck. 



Once, upon a Time there was one high in Authority, the 

 same being the Manager of a Newspaper, and he had 

 many Slaves. Verily, said all the People, he had a Cinch. 

 Now a person in a far Country sent to this man a Good 

 Thing, to wit, a Canvasback Duck, and the Duck was 

 passing Fat. But lo! one of the Slaves fell upon this Duck, 

 and took it Home and Ate it. And he was Glad, and so 

 were all the Little Slaves. When the one high in Author- 

 ity learned that his Good Thing was Gone, he said ro the 

 Slave, "Where is my Duck?" And the Slave said, "What 

 Duck?" "Marry," said the one high in Authority, "Come 

 off, also go To, Sirrah. If you eat any More of my Good 

 Things, you will make yourself Persona Non Grata to my 

 Sight. Therefore, have a Care." Then the Slave bowed 

 upon the Ground. But when he went Home, the Slave 

 gathered all the little Slaves about his Knee, and he said, 

 "My children, in View of the Uncertainties of Human 

 Life, let me call your attention to one Fact, namely, that 

 it is Better to eat your Good Thing first, and then to look 

 for the Shipping Tag afterward." And the Little Slaves 

 laid" this to their Hearts, for lo! it was very Wise. 



The Wabash Farmer. 



"Git out o' there! Git out, blank you! • What ye doin' 

 there; say, you, git off'n that land!" called the bottom 

 lands farmer to a shooter who was following his dog 

 through the corn on the other side of the road. 



The shooter paid no attention and the farmer called 

 again, "Say, y' hear me! Git out o' that!" 



The shooter turned, came on across the road to where 

 the farmer stood and said, pleasantly: 



"Good morning." 



"Mornin'." 



"How are you this morning, sir?" 

 "Middlin'." 



"Am I on your land, sir"' 

 "Nope," 



