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WOLVES IN THE ADIRONDACKS. 
That is an interesting story which Mrs, P. B. Brandreth 
sends us of the capture of a wolf in the North Woods so 
recently as in November last. It is all the more worthy 
of record because it suppleme:-its a chapter of Adirondack 
wild life which has practically been closed for years. 
In his report Of the Adirondack survey of 1873-74, Ver- 
planck Colvin speaks of some wolf trappers that he came 
upon near Lost Pond, just across the divide from the 
headwaters of Bog River. In a later report published in 
1879, he mentions the track of a large wolf seen near the 
Eighth Lake of the Fulton Chain. These points are less 
than twenty-five miles apart as the crows flies, and 
Brandreth Lake, where Cary's wolf was killed last No- 
vember, lies midway between. 
This country in the vicinity of Brandreth Lake is one 
of the last strongholds of the wolf in the Eastern States, 
certainly the last in New York State, and it is interesting 
to note that probably a small remnant of the once proud 
race still lingers in this locality. Years ago the wolves 
had things pretty much their own way all through the 
Adirondacks. The first settlers could not keep sheep 
nor cattle, on account of their depredations, and the 
limit to their numbers seems to have been dependent 
on the deer supply. Deer were their natural prey, and 
when the wolves were plenty the deer were scarce and 
hard to find. The deer were filled with wild terror by 
the presence of wolves and were frequently driven out 
among the settlements, seeking in the proximity of man 
to secure safety from their more dreaded enemy. 
Old hunters relate how marauding bands of wolves 
would drive the deer entirely out of a section of country 
where they were ordinarily numerous, and how when 
tracking in snow they would find all the deer tracks lead- 
ing in one direction, showing that the entire deer popula- 
tion was leaving the country. De Kay writing in 1841, of 
"St. Lawrence and the adjacent counties" where wolves 
were then most numerous, says: "We have been assured 
by intelligent hunters that their ravages among deer are 
so great that they destroy five to one killed by man. * * * 
Toward spring there is scarcely a lake in the north of the 
State that has not numerous carcasses of deer on its 
frozen surface." 
In 1869 wolves had practically been exterminated in the 
eastern Adirondacks, but W. C. Watson in his "History 
of Essex County," published that year, stated that solitary 
individuals still existed. In the western Adirondacks, par- 
ticularly in the southern part of St. Lawrence county and 
northern part of Hamilton, they were still quite common. 
In his monograph on the mammals of the Adirondacks, 
Dr. C. Hart Merriam relates that in September, 1870, he 
saw a pack of wolves drive a deer into the head of Seventh 
Lake, Fulton Chain. In 1871, however, the State put a 
liberal bounty on wolf scalps, and immediately there was 
a rapid decrease in their number. Dr. Merriam intimates 
that the wolves were frightened out of the country, and 
migrated into Lower Canada, through Clinton county and 
across the Richelieu River; but this seems hardly possible 
in view of the amount of settled country through which 
they would have been obliged to pass. On the other 
hand, it is hard to believe that they were killed off, for 
since 1871 the bounty has been claimed on two or three 
score wolves, of which fourteen full grown and one pup 
were taken by one man, George Muir, of Fine, in St. 
Lawrence county. Wolves in the Adirondacks are now 
even a greater rarity than panthers, and we know of no 
record of one having been killed during the last decade, 
except this one caught at Brandreth Lake last November. 
NEW JERSEY JUDGES. 
On Monday of this week, Game Warden Charles A. 
Shriner, of Paterson, N. J., swore out warrants for the 
arrest of Judge Jonathan Dixon, who is a Judge of the 
Supreme Court of New Jersey, Judge of the Court of 
Appeals, and Presiding Judge in the Passaic and Bergen 
County courts; Judge James Inglis, of the Passaic County 
Court; Charles R. Fitch, general superintendent of the 
Erie Railroad; Reuben Wells, general superintendent of 
the Rogers Locomotive Works of Paterson, and William 
C. DeGraw, a hotel keeper of Greenwood Lake. The 
game warden's complaint set forth that the parties 
named had been guilty of shooting ducks from a steam 
launch on Greenwood Lake, a mode of hunting which is 
forbidden by the game law. 
It is stated that Warden Shriner acted under instruc- 
tions from Game and Fish Commissioner H. P. Frothing- 
ham, who directed that social, business and official stand- 
ing were not to count for anything, when the laws had 
been violated. At the time of our going to press the cases 
had not been advanced beyond the issue of warrants, but 
whatever may be the outcome, we improve the occasion 
to indorse the stand taken by Secretary Frothingham and 
Warden Shriner. The statute is clear and explicit; it 
forbids shooting from boats, in language so plain that the 
unlearned may understand it, and a Supreme Court judge 
could not misconstrue it. No one, judge or layman, has 
any business to go duck shooting without acquainting 
himself with the law. If Judge Dixon and his companions 
actually did what they are charged with, there was not 
the slightest excuse for them. They probably would 
say as much themselves and would be the last to sug- 
gest that their position should give them exemption 
from the statute or immunity from the penalty of its in- 
fraction. It is not likely that these New Jersey judges 
will make any plea like that put forward not long since 
by a New York man arrested for this very offense of 
shooting ducks from a boat, that his position as a colonel 
on the Governor's staff should excuse him from paying 
his fine or going to jail. 
If the game laws apply to anybody, they apply to 
judges and colonels. If not, they had better be abolished 
and done with. 
DANVIS FOLKS. 
An announcement pleasant to make, as it will be in its 
reception, is of the publication in book form of Mr. Row- 
land E. Robinson's "Dan vis Folks." The volume has 
been awaited with much eager anticipation ever since 
the concluding chapters of the serial were published in 
these pages. 
If it is true that the best work of the writers of the 
present day finds its way into the newspapers and maga- 
zines, it is also the fact that the best things in the period- 
icals eventually come forth again as books. The Danvis 
chronicles were from the outset destined for book covers. 
As faithful and entertaining pictures of life, character 
and sentiment in the Vermont hill country of forty years 
ago, they were well worthy of a more permanent setting 
than could be given them in the ephemeral columns of 
periodical literature. Readers who followed the fortunes 
of the "Folks" as told from week to week in Forest and 
Stream will be glad to go over them once more in the 
more connected form in which they now appear. 
The volume is a sequel to Mr. Robinson's two books, 
"Uncle Lisha's Shop" and "Sam Lovel's Camps." The 
three works constitute a series of character pictures which 
are marked by originality, strength of delineatian and an 
unusually powerful appeal to the interest and sympathy 
of those who follow the story. The "Danvis Folks" has 
in it convincing evidence of honest, conscientious literary 
performance, and that is something quite rare enough in 
these days. We trust that for his conscientious work Mr. 
Robinson may have the reward of hosts of readers and 
an appreciative reading. 
THE YOGI MAN. 
Mr. Thomas Stevens, recently returned from India, 
has been entertaining New York audiences with stories 
of the marvelous things he witnessed among the Yogi or 
wonder-workers of that far country. These conjurers, 
he relates, retire into the jungle, where they live apart, 
fasting and meditating and growing thin and lean in 
striving for power to arrest the laws of nature and to 
work miracles. The lecturer has some tall tales to tell of 
the Yogi men's tricks, and to prove his stories he produces 
photographs made by himself. Among the "miracles" 
witnessed, photographed and described were the develop- 
ment "in a few moments" of a small fish into a big one; 
and the calling from nowhere in the air a dove to alight 
on the Yogi's outstretched hand. 
These are feats of magic which it might be worthwhile 
to journey to India to see; but there is no necessity of 
going so far to behold conjuring performances quite as 
wonderful. There are Yogis, multitudes of them, here in 
America, who can do the fish "miracle," without staying 
very long in the jungle, at that; and without undergoing 
a course of anti-fat to prepare for it. Indeed this trans- 
formation of a little fish into a big one has been performed . 
so frequently that the achievement has practically ceased 
to excite astonishment and has come to be regarded 
almost with indifference. It cannot for a moment be 
allowed that the American fish trick is in any degree 
less startling than the Indian; almost any American expert 
with a fishing rod might safely be backed to out-Yogi 
all India in the art of making a little fish into a big one; 
yet the fisherman who should assume to claim miracle- 
working powers on the strength of his fish performances 
would be laughed back into the woods again. We are 
used to Yogi men in this country. 
Not less gifted with supernatural powers are our 
American conjurers who bring birds out of the upper air 
in a manner quite wonderful to relate. They do it with 
a 'shotgun, but if it be objected that there is in this 
nothing of magic or of mystery, the answer is that a true 
shotgun Yogi, one who has the gift, will do with his arm 
what other folks find in their own practice with their 
own guns to be utterly impossible; he brings birds to 
hand from the most astonishing distances and bags them 
in numbers the common gunner would never dream of. 
It has not yet been determined, and probably never will 
be, which should rank as the greater magician, the con- 
jurer of the fishing rod or the wonder worker of the 
shotgun. They have performed independently and in 
emulation to admiring audiences about the camp-fire in 
summer and the warm stove in winter, and the honors 
are even. 
Some of these fine days a Hindoo or a Parsee or a lean 
and hungry Yogi man himself may stray over to this 
country and by happy chance find himself in a circle of 
sportsmen. There, we may be certain, he will acquire 
material for telling the folks at home stories of American 
magic and mystery, beside which the miracle yarns of 
travelers in India shall appear as trivial and insignifi- 
cant. 
PEEKAMOOSE TROUBLES. 
That fellow fishermen are fraternal has come to be 
accepted as an axiom; that brothers of the angle, and sis- 
ters too for that matter, should dwell together in unity is 
a doctrine which has been preached and practiced ever 
since the day when Walton and Cotton built their little 
fishing house on the Dove in 1674 and consecrated it to 
the comradery of congenial spirits. So conventional has 
been this conception of the compatibility of fishing com- 
panions that we are always inclined at first to discredit 
and then to marvel at the discords which occasionally 
rend and disrupt a club of anglers. 
Just now the Peekamoose Fishing Club, up in the 
Catskills, has got into print and put itself very much in 
evidence, to illustrate what angry wrangles and broils 
fishermen may indulge in once they abandon themselves 
to the delights of internecine warfare. Personal 
quarrels, applications for a receivership, mandamuses, 
injunctions, evictions and trials for contempt of court 
make up the hopelessly tangled snarl of Peekamoose 
litigation. Where the merits of the case may he is im- 
possible for an outsider to determine; it is enough to know, 
and to regret that a club of fishermen should have fallen 
into such unhappy ways. When lawsuits take the place 
of trout fishing, it i3 high time to reel up and separate 
and go each his own way. j 
