April 28, 1894.] 



FOREST AND STREAM. 



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(cause their customers were out of doors at night. Then 

 came in the American, the gringo, who found a certain 

 ipioturesqueness about the custom, and a certain fascina- 

 Ition about the civile girls and their costumes. A smartish 

 Kellow would go to buy, and linger to talk, or would make 

 ffche buying merely a pretense for his chaffing. The cus- 

 tomers were all men, and therefore merciless and brutal 

 tin their wit very often. The prettiest girl would get the 

 •most attention of this sort and the most chaffing. Na- 

 turally her wits grew sharper, and if she thus gained the 

 [readiest and keenest tongue and retained the prettiest 

 [face and figure, she became by tacit consent the cham- 

 Ipion of them all, their "queen." Against her the others 

 ■seemed to feel no enmity. Possibly they reflected that 

 [the chile queen's reign is but transient. Thus the "queen" 

 (herself grew up to be a woman young and pretty, yet 

 [hard and cynical, with a bitter knowledge of the utter 

 [unchivalrousness and selfishness of the average man, yet 

 [with a good-natured tolerance of human nature as she 

 [found it; with a tongue swift in rude repartee, yet with a 

 [temper which did not show and did not feel the least of 

 [bitterness. Lazy, soft of voice, slow of motion, feline 

 [perhaps, and perhaps really attractive, your chile queen 

 [would answer you with speech peppery as her wares, but 

 |smile at you so kindly you could not take offense, and the 

 [next minute teach you you were there to eat civile and not 

 [to be hunting smiles nor expecting them. In short, being 

 [unable to classify this being as belonging either to the 

 [half or whole world or any known fraction thereof, you 

 Imu8t end by giving her a world of her own, and wishing 

 it were a better one and one not so full of disillusionments, 

 for it would be the surest of all a queen's privileges to 

 keep the illusions of life unhurt. 



Not so Spanish. 

 Sadie is dark and adorably Spanish looking, 18 or 20, 

 with fine figure, fine eyes, fine dark hair, and an air 

 which is a mixture of tenderest solicitude, of coquetry and 

 of cold-blooded indifference to you, any of your family or 

 any of your relatives. Sadie speaks Spanish with the 

 prettiest little voice in the world. There could be nothing 

 more charming than to see Sadie lift her skirts daintily 

 (for this particular queen has left the plaza and set up a 

 Mexican restaurant indoors so that she can costume some- 

 what), to see her adjust the great mass of roses on her 

 bosom (for Sadie will have fresh red roses, grand fragrant 

 ones, every day you may be sure), to see her jab her head 

 well into the narrow kitchen window (for Sadie has two 

 rooms to her cafe), and to hear her call out to her Mexican 

 cook Pancho (for Sadie has a cook, bless you!) in the 

 sweetest, most Meissonier-painting-like voice on earth, 

 and with the purest Castalian inflection possible to be 

 found " Enchilladas y chile, Pancho! Dos blanquillas y 

 chile! Chile con came! Tres tassitas de cafe! Pronto! 

 Pancho, pronto!" To see and to hear this, I say, is 

 the most charming thing imaginable, especially when 

 you are hungry, and when you wonder if Pancho really 

 is going to be quick about the enchilladas, the eggs with 

 chile gravy, the chile and meat, and the little cups of 

 coffee. 



While Pancho cooks, Sadie knits with bright silks, and 

 smokes a cigarette the while. You rest, grow hungrier, 

 and imagine that you are the first man that ever tried to 

 guy a chile queen. You relent. You reflect on the pure 

 Oastilian beauty, upon the liquid Castilian speech of the 

 being before you. You dream. You are in old Spain. 



You can dream all you want to in the place so you don't 

 throw bones and things under the table, but don't you 

 dream too long that Sadie is Castilian, or Andalusian, or 

 any of that, or that she speaks Spanish as a native tongue. 

 The fact is Sadie was born in the Blue Grass land of old 

 Kentucky. Sadie and her mother live together. Sadie 

 keeps her mother, I suppose, and feeds all the beggars 

 brusquely, and has a heart larger than her income. She 

 and her mother have a history, no doubt. I do not know 

 their other name and would not give it if I did. That 

 part does not belong. In common with all the boys at 

 San Antonio I pay my homage to Sadie because she is a 

 good fellow. If a queen is a good fellow it makes no dif- 

 ference whetber she was born in Andalusia or Kentucky, 

 and as to her record or her history, it is nobody's business. 

 Therefore, long live Sadie, and may her cafe flourish. 

 Those who seek it will find it on the Alamo plaza, a 

 stone's throw from where Kentucky Davy Crockett died. 



Adios 



It was with Sadie, the chile queen, then, that Dick ate 

 his last chile supper in San Antonio. " This was not the 

 evening when Mr. Guessaz and Mr. Paris joined us there 

 for supper after the quail shoot— the time when Sadie 

 went into raptures over Mr. Paris's resuscitated baby 

 rabbit — but the evening after that, after we had bidden 

 our friends all good-bye, and had just time after supper 

 to catch our train for the North. Again we ate fresh 

 eggs swimming in the biting chile gravy, and again 

 enchilladas. When you order enchilladas, you get some- 

 thing like a pancake, rolled up, and inside of it are red- 

 hot chunks of genuine fire. You take a long breath to 

 cool your mouth, and it only burns the harder, till Sadie 

 gravely says, "I think you will find this coffee makes it 

 easier, sir," and sets beside your plate the small sup of 

 antidote to the red pepper. No wonder the Spanish are 

 bull-fighters. If I got full of that blazing red pepper, I'd 

 fight anything. 



We told Sadie that we were going North that night, 

 and would not get to eat any more chile for a long time. 

 So far from this causing that bland young woman any 

 crushing grief, it seemed to make no impression at all 

 upon her. 



"Oh, are you going to-night?" she said. "Well, I must 

 give you a rose." So from her ever fresh bunch of roses, 

 she took one for each of us, and sent us on our way 

 decorated, indifferent whether or not the roses stood the 

 frosty ah-. Sadie had given away many roses to many 

 men, no doubt, and had learned well the sad lesson that 

 all men are much alike, and none of them good for 

 much. For discovering this in regard to Dick and me, I 

 can forgive her, for the last we saw of her she was 

 beckoning inside the one-legged tramp who asked alms 

 of us as we went out, and whom, with city-taught un- 

 charitableness, we had refused. Outside the norther was 

 raging, and it was cold. 



So we said adios to San Antonio and the South. And 

 so we caught one rose out of the winter time, and ended 

 a journeying which for a long time will remain in mem- 

 ory as a gracious flower against the wintry monotony of 

 work. I am more and more convinced that this business 

 of work is a mistake. When you feel that way too sin- 



cerely, and also feel that you wouldn't try to live through 

 the Northern winter, not for four dollars and a quarter, 

 go to the South. It will seem like another world to you. 



E. Hough. 



909 Security Building, Chicago. 



STOP THE SALE OF GAME. 



A Platform Plank.— The sale of game should be forbidden at all 

 times.— Forest and Stream, Feb. 10. 



In September, 1874, the writer and three companions, 

 shot 1,000 prairie chickens in ten days; all of which were 

 shipped to Chicago. We shot these birds because we liked 

 the sport, and sold them because we could not afford 

 the time and expense of shooting them if we did not sell 

 them. The profits were no more than those of our regular 

 vocations, and we did not expect they would be more. 

 The effect of this slaughter on the future game supply 

 did not enter our minds, and it did not occur to our minds 

 that there was anything unsportsmanlike in selling the 

 game. Most of the game was killed on the lanl of non- 

 residents, who cared nothing for it, and would not have 

 harvested any of it. We took the view that it was public 

 property, or rather no property, and belonged to the man 

 who got it. The birds were all carried by express com- 

 panies, and in violation of a State law that forbid the 

 carrying of game for sale. 



A year before this shooting and shipping was done I 

 had begun to read Forest and Stream, and by the time 

 another season opened, I was a convert to its teachings, 

 and have never followed market-shooting as a business 

 since. At times when game was very abundant, some 

 birds were sold for several years thereafter, but for the 

 past ten years not one piece of game has been sold, and 

 no bird, or other game that falls by my shooting shall 

 ever be sold. So much for the good teachings of Forest 

 and Stream, for it was its teaching, and associating with 

 Forest and Stream men that brought about my present 

 views. 



Unfortunately, most of the market-shooters are not of 

 the Forest and Stream class, and the restraints of law is 

 all that will reach them, but local enforcement of laws is 

 impossible where a preponderance of local sentiment op- 

 poses, or is indifferent to the law. It has not been dif- 

 ficult to get the proper laws, but often impossible to en- 

 force, them. The enforcement of laws forbidding the sale 

 of game is possible, while laws against killing for sale or 

 shipping could not be enforced, for the reason that most 

 of the game sold reaches the larger cities, and there the 

 laws against the sale of game could be made effective, 

 and would be made so whenever the sportsmen became 

 sufficiently interested in the matter. If the sale is stopped, 

 all market- shooting is stopped, and enforcing laws against 

 selling, in a doz n of our largest cities, would practically 

 stop it all over the country, while illegal killing would 

 have to be prosecuted in a thousand different places, in 

 many of which public sentiment is stronger than the law. 

 It lies within the power of the sportsmen of this country 

 to secure such wholesome legislation as they need, and it 

 is also in their power to enforce laws against the sale of 

 game in the chief markets of the country, while they are 

 in most cases powerless to prevent illegal killing, and 

 illegal shipping is often very difficult to suppress. 



Meanwhile, go on educating people in the right direc- 

 tion. Vast good has already been accomplished, and 

 more will be, so long as the subject is kept before the 

 people. O. H. Hampton. 



Indiana. 



Boston, Mass.— Editor Forest and Stream: I am afraid 

 your plank is too radical just now. I have been interested 

 for over thirty years on this subject, ever since a time 

 when in Ohio some fellow came there and peddled what 

 were called Boston quail traps among the farmers'- boys, 

 at the same time making arrangements to take all quail 

 they caught. Since 1872 I have lived in Maine and Mas- 

 sachusetts, and have fought publicly and privately for 

 our game and fish until I found, a few years ago, that it 

 was no use. It was a few in earnest against the many 

 with capital behind them, and a large contingent of what 

 ought to be, by their public profession in the interest of 

 preservation, but who never to my knowledge entered 

 into the matter with any heart, many to my knowledge 

 who were prominent and should aid, privately doing so by 

 encouragement but publicly very quiet, not wishing to 

 antagonize their neighbors' business. 



It is a shame and an outrage that this should continue, 

 and unless quickly disposed of it will be too late. Even 

 now, in Ohio, where we used to have millions of birds, 

 they are nearly as scarce as here in Massachusetts. It 

 won't do to say it is the winters or the breechloader. It 

 is the trap and the commission dealer with his cold storage 

 warehouse. This last wants to be done away with, else 

 when he can't sell here he will send across the water. I 

 have bought grouse in Leadenhall market cheaper than I 

 could have got them at the same time in Fulton or Quincy 

 markets. That was before cold storago days. Keep ham- 

 mering away on this line of protection for our game and 

 you will win in time, before long I hope. C. 



Amsterdam, N. Y., April 7.— Editor Forest and Stream: 

 Your platform plank, "Prohibit the sale of game at all 

 times," is something I have been advocating for two 

 years. Last fall I nailed it to the mast here. As a mem- 

 ber of the Board of Supervisors of Montgomery, I drew 

 and offered at the annual meeting a resolution (among 

 others) to this effect, which was adopted, as follows: 



SALE, POSSESSION AND TRANSPORTATION. 



It shall be unlawful for any person or persons at any time to buy, 

 sell or expose for sale, or to have in his or their possession for the pur- 

 pose of selling, auy ruffed grouse or woodcock that shall have been 

 caught, snared, trapped or killed within the limits of the county, and 

 it shall further be unlawful for any person, corporation or carrier to 

 receive for transportation, to transport, carry or convey any of the 

 aforesaid ruffed grouse or woodcock that shall have been caught, 

 snared, trapped or killed within the limits of this county, knowing the 

 same to have been sold, or to transport, carry or convey the same to 

 anv place where it is to be sold or offered for sale, or to any place 

 outside of this county for any purpose. This resolution shall take 

 effect May 1, 1894. 



For some years the Legislature of this State has been 

 enacting laws solely to the benefit of the pot-hunters and 

 game dealers, and seem determined to totally destroy the 

 little game left by long open seasons and little protec- 

 tion. 



Our game birds are already very scarce, and their de- 

 struction is slowly and surely being accomplished. The 

 time is more than ripe for rigid laws against the market- 

 hunters and the sale and transportation of game. 



Keep on with your good work and upon your plank 

 will soon stand, thousands of sportsmen who will help the 

 cause along. Yours for protection to game — and country, 



Kobt. M. Hartley. 



Wabasha, Minn., April 11.— Editor Forest and Stream: 

 For nearly thirty years I have hunted ducks and other 

 game in Minnesota and Wisconsin, every season, more or 

 less; but in all that time I have never known of so many 

 mallards being slaughtered in the spring as have been 

 here this spring. We had a very warm spell about the 

 17th of March, which brought them up here.^ Then a cold 

 snap came with mercury down to zero, which drove the 

 ducks all in to the open water in the Mississippi valley; and 

 they were so exhausted with cold and want of food, that 

 they became easy victims to the pot-hunters and market- 

 hunters. From 50 to 100 mallards were brought in at a 

 time by different parties and sold for a song. Many were 

 thrown away. Some of them were too poor and thin to 

 pay for dressing; others had maggots in the breast. I ex- 

 amined one female mallard and found the breast bone 

 lined with maggots. Some one might have eaten this duck 

 in blissful ignorance. Verily the "great American game 

 and fish hog" is abroad in the land, and he is getting in 

 his work in such shape, that in a few years more he will 

 have to go to work and earn an honest living or starve. 

 I have not shot a duck in the spring for many years, and 

 never did shoot more than a few. Owing to a blunder in 

 our game laws the past year has been a failure, so far as 

 the protection of small game is concerned; but we five in 

 hopes of better protection, the principal items of which 

 are— no spring shooting whatever and the sale of game 

 entirely prohibited. 



Keep the wedge in the plank and as "Culpepper" says, 

 "Drive it home." H. B. Jewell. 



Chicago, April 13.— Editor Forest and Stream: Your 

 plank, "Stop the sale of game," is the thing. Last fall I 

 spent a month camping in southwest Minnesota, and the 

 weather so hot in September that ducks shot for own use 

 one day spoiled by afternoon of the next day, and yet a 

 few miles from us were camped a party of four market- 

 hunters who had made several shipments of 50 to 100 

 ducks each, and out of the lot they told us that only 

 about two dozen reached St. Paul in good condition. 



Another thing which might do some good while work- 

 ing up sentiment for the "plank," would be to get a law 

 parsed abolishing entirely spring shooting, and then 

 enforce it strictly. Such a law in force would knock 

 out the dealers having game in their possession after 

 say Feb. 1 or 15. I see that Mr. George R. Peck, of 

 Auburn, N. Y. , says that thirty years ago wild pigeons 

 were plentiful thereabouts; only ten to fifteen years ago 

 there was a regular spring and fall flight of wild pigeons 

 along the lake shore just north of Chicago, and looking 

 back over my shooting diary I find, Sept. 26, 1883, when 

 living at Winnetka, sixteen miles north of the city, the 

 note, "Out at 5:45 A. M.; saw several flocks of wild 

 pigeons, bagged ten." And this is the last I remember of 

 wild pigeons in this vicinity. Will it be the same with 

 the ducks and snipe? It certainly looks that way unless 

 something is done at once and done "hard." 



Winnetka. 



Poughkeepsie, N. Y. — Editor Forest and Stream: I 

 am thoroughly in favor of the new plank. When that is 

 adopted and honestly enforced (in connection with the 

 older plank of no spring shooting, which several of us 

 have long called for and personally practiced), will the 

 prospect of game for the present and coming sportsmen 

 brighten. 



I speak not for myself, for my shooting days are in the' 

 past, with all their pleasant memories of dear companions, 

 healthful outings, scenes, camps and game. But added 

 years have not lessened my interest in game, rod, reel and 

 gun, and I find much pleasure in the interesting and 

 varied articles that come to me weekly in the Forest and 

 Stream — the brightest, cleanest and most readable sheet 

 that gladdens the sportsman's home. It has accomplished 

 wonders in the past in inculcating correct principles, not 

 alone in individual minds, but in securing legislative 

 action in several instances. And until the Yellowstone 

 Park and other parks are made secure by law and penal- 

 ties, its work will not be done. J. H. D. 



Jersey City— Editor Forest and Stream: In regard to 

 spring shooting, of which I read articles in Forest and 

 Stream, I wish to call attention to the game law in New 

 Jersey, which allows the shooting of ducks or any wild- 

 fowl for a period of nine months — Aug. 1 to May 1. It's 

 a shame for a State where so few ducks are, to allow them 

 to be shot at nine months out of every twelve.^ I think it 

 ought to be just the reverse. Give me some room on that 

 platform plank, for it is our only way of saving the game. 



On a British Game Preserve. 



New York, April 5.— Editor Forest arid Stream: Think- 

 ing that perhaps the inclosed may interest you, I send it 

 you 4 Oliver Adams. 



LIST OF GAME KILLED OK THE ELVEDEN ESTATE, SEASON 1893-4. 



Oct. 4 



Date. 

 1893. 



Pheas- Part- Rab-Wo'd-Vari- 

 Guns. ants, ridges. Hares, bits. cock. ous. Total. 

 5 37 173 3 5 .. .. 218 



Oct. 5. 





6 



115 



235 



7 



7 





373 



Oct. 6, 





6 



79 



360 



21 



14 



3 



477 



Oct. 7 





6 



5 



202 



41 



15 



2 



265 



Oct. 9 





6 



8 



365 



10 



16 



.. H 



410 



Oct. 10 





6 



13 



297 



30 



15 



.. 9 



364 

 545 



Nov. 6 





6 



311 



40 



1 



193 





Nov. 7 





6 



973 



5 



40 



65 





1083 

 748 



Nov. 8 





6 



453 



42 



80 



171 



"i 'i 



Nov. 9 





........ 6 



605 



18 



128 



141 



3 .. 



895 

 977 



Nov. 17 





6 



541 



"43 



171 



259 



6 .. 



Nov. 18 





6 



521 



41 



118 





723 



Nov. 20 





6 



1237 



5 



103 



415 



"i 'i 



1762 



Nov. 21 





' 6 



914 



10 



38 



179 



3 .. 



1144 



Dec. 18 





6 



566 



10 



85 



131 



1 2 



795 







6 



454 



10 



34 



100 



1 1 



600 



Dec. 21 





6 



368 



16 



102 



105 



4 .. 



595 



Jan. 11, 



1894. 



6 



313 



84 





153 



» t$ :iS 



503 



Jan. 12 





6 



263 



83 



*96 



98 





539 



Jan. 13 





6 



251 



93 



ifi. 



12 





361 

 601 



Jan. 15 





6 



426 



106 



12 



56 



V. 'i 



Jan. 16 





6 



383 



107 



6 



2 





498 

 1595 



Odd days.by kee 



E>ers,etc. 



875 



59 



203 



458 





Total for season 9710 2313 1257 2728 23 40 16,071 

 Total of pheasants' eggs sold during season 1893, 101,457. Only a 

 few hen pheasants shot. Area of land shot over, 17,000 acres_ 



Jambs IlLAybs. 



