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him down closely near the edge of the wood. We 
thought we had him sure then, and arranged to meet 
him when he rose with a salvo rapid enough to stop him, 
but try as we might, we could not start him for a long 
time. At length the wily old fellow sprang out directly 
at my feet, where he had lain while we walked all round 
and over him. He went like an arrow for the open, and 
I shot at him before he had gone 10ft., but did not touch 
him. Inside of 30ft. he was around behind a big oak 
which was covered with heavy leaves, and there I could 
only guess at his whereabouts. To make the story com- 
plete I should say that I killed him anyhow, but the fact 
is I didn't touch him at all, and only shot a hole through 
the leaves, to show him there was no coldness. 
Graut did not get a shot at him that time, and we both 
marked the bird, as we thought, across the road and into 
a bit of open wood, where we were sure he would take 
to a tree, as there was no cover on the ground. With 
more or less profane admiration for the old veteran who 
had fooled us so ofteUj we followed on, feeling sure we 
would get him this time, yet though we spent three- 
quarters of an hour looking in the trees and kicking 
brush piles we could not put him up. He had vanished ! 
We could not believe that the bird had departed from the 
one foolish custom the ruffed grouse has, that of flying in 
a straight line nearly always, but at length gave him up as a 
spirit bird. A little later we blundered over him within 
20yds. of the place where we had first found him, and 
then knew that he had circled far around to the left and 
gone back on his own trail, crossing the road and then 
coming back again out of our sight. Barry got a shot 
then, but could not stop him, and again we lined him up 
and followed after. This time the cunning of the old 
cock forsook him and he flew straight. In a thicket we 
found him once more, as full of fly as ever. Out he went 
with a roar, and Graut called out "shoot" to Berry, who 
was nearest. The latter did so, and so did Graut, who 
had a side shot at about 40yd8., Berry being further than 
that when he fired. As the guns cracked, three barrels 
in all, I saw the old cook pitch forward, bounding clear 
of the ground as he struck, and tearing off a bunch of 
feathers with the soundness of his impact. One big pellet 
of No. 6 shot from Berry's gun had caught him in the 
back and killed him stone dead. He was a handsome 
bird, and we made a group of admirers about him, but 
we could not help feeling sorry we had killed the gallant 
creature which had made so good a fight. Indeed, it was 
a shame to do so, and in a way unsportsmanlike; for I 
am satisfied that if it had not been for that stray pellet of 
shot the bird would have afforded us several days more 
of shooting, and might perhaps have lasted over till next 
year. I am sure I should have been entirely contented to 
hunt him all the rest of the season, for a warier quarry 
never was pursued by man. If each shooter of the 
United States had one of these indestructible fowls to 
shoot at as he liked, I am sure we should hear less of the 
big bag butchers, and less of complaint about poor shoot- 
ing at the end of long trips. A bird like that is a useful 
member of society. 
In extenuation of the unfortunate ending of our pursuit 
of him, I should like to add that it was not my hand 
which slew him, and that I consider his death to have 
been accidental. I had shot at the bird a number of 
times, but had not injured it in the least, and we were 
having a good time together and understanding each 
other perfectly, until Berry ended the fun by killing the 
chief actor in the play. This is the way we held the 
b3agle trials, and I submit that they were very suc- 
cessful in every respect this year. But we nearly ruined 
two beagles by going away after ruffed grouse and leav- 
ing them to run rabbits patiently and tunely by the hour, 
with no game killed ahead of them to give them a bit of 
encouragement. We saw nothing in the club rules for- 
bidding the use of ruffed grouse as the game upon which 
the beagles were to be tested. E. Hough. 
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Some Non-Residents in Wisconsin. 
Portland, Ind., Nov. 2.— Editor Forest and Stream: 
I have word from the east section of Wisconsin through 
some of our men just returned from Wausaukee, on the 
G., M, & St. P. R'y. 
A party of eight left here at noon on Oct. 21, expecting 
to camp on the Menominee River, the boundary line be- 
tween Wisconsin and Michigan. When they arrived at 
Wausaukee they were advised that hunters were hound- 
ing deer all along the river. They therefore took the ad- 
vice of a guide and located on Bass Lake, sixteen miles 
from the station. They were either illy advised or did 
very poor work, for they got neither fish, fowl nor flesh. 
They saw a camp of native hunters, who had several deer 
strung up which had been killed before the open season 
was changed by the recent decision of the Supreme Court 
of Wisconsin. 
There is hardly a question but what the Legislature at 
its next session will pass a game law similar to that of 
Michigan. The result will be to deprive the railroads of 
considerable revenue from parties who make a trip for 
the recreation, men who are not hunters, who never kill 
anything but pine squirrels and rabbits. The men who 
can and do kill deer will pay the license fee and then woe 
to the game that shows itself, for the non-resident will 
feel that he has been discriminated against, and human 
nature is human nature the world over. However, the 
number of deer taken in the Northern States by non-resi- 
dents is a small item. I have seen enough to know that it 
is the men who hunt out of season, and those who hunt 
with dogs, that will be responsible for the destruction of 
the deer supply in these United States of America. 
Nov. 10. — The remnant of the hunting party that went 
to Wisconsin from here came home this morning. They 
got one buck — a party of eight, a.t an expense of about 
$i40. S3 much for the destruction of deer by non-resi- 
dents. G. W. Cunningham. 
Off for Maine. 
Li.ST Friday a party consisting of Dr. G. H. Wright, of 
Plainfield, N. J.; C. M, DaBois, of Essex, N. Y.; W. A. 
Hoisington, of the Page Fence Co. , Adrian, Mich. , and 
J. B. Burnham, of Forest and Stream, left New York 
for a two weeks' hunt in northern Maine. 
They entered the woods from Patten, which is now 
connected with the B & A. R. R. by a short side line, 
and went into camp norch of Katahdin and no great dis- 
tance from Sjurdaabunk Like, at a point selected by 
Jock Darling. 
Notes from Illinois. 
Chicago, IW..— Editor Forest and Stream: In your 
issue of Nov. 14 1 notice that there are a good many who 
have the same opinion of Deerslayer that I have myself. 
There is only one fault in their criticism: they do not 
bear down half hard enough. I remember that when I 
was quite a small boy, living on a farm with my parents 
about fifty miles southwest of Chicago, it was no uncom- 
mon sight to see in a ten-mile drive from ten to fifty deer. 
Now we have nothing larger than the prairie chicken. 
Chickens are fairly plenty this fall, but are very wild 
and but few are shot. I have had a little experience that 
surprised me. My son and I started about sunrise for a 
day's fishing. We also took a Stevens .32 rifie. When 
about half way we saw some chickens sitting on a fall 
plowing about 160yds from the road. I told my son to 
watch where the ball struck the plowed ground. I ex- 
pected the ball to fall a little short, for I had only the 
short cartridges. The rifle cracked; no dust flew; but the 
chickens rose to a standing posture, but did not fly. 
Slipping in another cartridge, I raised the sight to shoot 
about 2in. higher. When the gun cracked, the chicken 
rose straight up for about 40ft. and in a wobbling way 
flew about 75yds. and dropped in a cornfleld. After 
some time we found it stone dead. One leg was broken 
about li'm. below the thigh at the first shot; there was 
also a bullet hole as near the center as possible. When 
we got home I was surprised to find that the last shot had 
passed through the heart about ^in. from the small end 
and the liver was torn to mince-meat. Now, I have 
heard of bears being shot in that manner and making a 
good fight for fifteen minutes after; but a bird living 
long enough to fly after being shot through the heart is 
something I cannot understand, and I suppose I have 
shot 1,000 chickens in my lifetime. L. P. 
Some Tennessee Bird Notes. 
Grand View, Tenn., Nov. IS.— Editor Forest and 
Stream: The folks have gone over to Possumtrot, and I 
improve the opportunity to write you a few lines. 
This has been a very warm day, and the song birds are 
jubilant in the thickets. This ridge (which is a span of 
the Cumberland Mountains) seems to be a favorite resting 
place for many of the migratory birds. About the 6th of 
October the house cat brought in a meadowlark. I did 
not at the time know that it was a migrant, but it appears 
that these birds do not remain here during the summer 
months, but merely pass back and forth. Since the time 
when I saw the flrst one they have been moving south- 
ward in small flocks of flve to twenty-flve, and for about 
a week none have been seen. 
The robin's first note was heard Oct. 24, but we saw 
none — in fact, I have seen not one. Yet they were said 
to be in the woods Oot. 31 in large numbers. I am told 
that they usually move southward in detached flocks, but 
come north in February or March, when they feed on the 
berries of the holly — probably also on seeds, etc. A good 
many of the smaller birds — warblers, etc. — have passed 
over us high in air within the past ten days, and there are 
many little finches about the clearings. 
Ducks and geese were reported a week ago as coming 
into the Tennessee River. I have sebn several nuthatches 
about of late. Antler says they used to be very numerous 
here, but that he has seen but few in a long while. 
Kelpie. 
Posting in New Jersey. 
ASBURY Park, N. J. — Editor Forest and Stream: The 
observant man has hut to take such a trip to realize how 
greatly the sphere of the sportsman is narrowing. Every- 
where the warning signs against trespass meets the eye, 
even on grounds where I have tramped since my early 
boyhood and which have always been free the proscrip- 
tion is general. While the owner of real estate has the 
right beyond question to regulate the matter to his own 
liking, prompted in many cases no doubt by gross care- 
lessness on the part of gunners, who, disregarding all 
property rights, break down fences and otherwise destroy 
property, still there is no excuse for conspiracy which 
at present is a matter of common comment. Certain 
sportsmen band themselves together, wait upon the 
farmers and agree to pay for the printing and posting of 
the notices provided that they, the sportsmen, shall have 
the sole privilege of shooting over his grounds. Many of 
the farmers are men of liberal minds and care but little 
in reference to the matter, but are easily pursuaded, 
especially as Mr. Jones on the right and Mr. Smith on 
the left are willing. I hope this is true of but a small 
territory and that such a custom will never become prev- 
alent. Leonard Hulit. 
Ducks on the Ithaca Marsh. 
Ithaca, N. Y., Nov. 20. — Snow and a rattling strong 
wind blowing stiff and ugly from out the north ushered 
in Saturday, Nov. 14, and it witnessed a splendid flight of 
ducks sweeping over the Ithaca Marsh. Wildfowl gun- 
ners regarded it as one of the best flights in years. An 
army of shooters occupied every available inch through- 
out the big stretch of marshland and enjoyed the fast 
cannonade. A local daily credits the best individual 
score as consisting of thirty-five ducks. Cayuga Lake is 
at present occupied by a good-sized army of wildfowl 
which the storms from the North will promptly set in 
motion. And then list you to the boom of the guns! 
M. Chill. 
A North Carolina Quail Center. 
Mount Airy, N. C, Nov. 20.— There are more birds 
this year in this vicinity than have been known for sev- 
eral years. I have been driving through the country ad- 
jacent to Mt. Airy and have seen many large coveys of 
lull-grown, fat birds. Mr. Fred G. Johnson went out 
about a week ago and killed thirty-two in one day. You 
can get out in the morning from three to five miles from 
town and find plenty of birds, have all the sport you 
want to have, bag from twenty-five to fifty birds and get 
back to town by 6 o'clock in the evening. Fine open 
fields for shooting in. Samuel G. Pace. 
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MEN 1 HAVE FISHED WITH. 
XXII.— We-nen-gway. 
After a while we got into a swampy region which was 
frozen, or we couldn't have run lines through it. Lakes 
were frequent and we saw many wigwams where there 
were high frames for drying fish. Crotches about 10ft. 
high held poles, and across these were laid others, form- 
ing a rude platform, on which the fish were dried for 
winter use. As near as I can remember the fish were 
whitefish, lake trout and either pike or mascalonge, for I 
then knew as little of the dift"erences between the two 
latter species as an Adirondack guide or the average fish 
dealer does. Now I could trade bread, flour, pork or 
sugar for an occasional fish, but McBride always wanted 
to be assured that they had been thoroughly scrubbed, 
for he was a little shy_of eating anything which an In- 
dian had handled. 
Our old friend, whom we had named He-who-takes-so- 
much-at-a-mouthful, still followed us up, and I had be- 
come more than tired of hira, and was wondering how he 
could "be shook," Some little things had been missed, 
such as forks and spoons; there was no evidence that he 
had taken them, but when I once left a jickknife stick- 
ing in a log where 1 had been using it and it was gone an 
hour afterward I suspected Mouthful because he was the 
only man around camp besides myself. I said nothing 
about it, but resolved to keep an eye out for him. If, 
after feeding him for over a month, and sharing my 
tobacco with him, he would steal from me I wanted to 
know it. I began to hate him, and he soon saw that he 
was not welcome; but he rejoiced when Gibba was in 
camp. One day when Gibba stayed in I put a new handie 
in a little belt axe and then began sandpapering a handle 
for the larger camp axe, for we had extra ones. The 
little axe lay by the tire and I was sitting in the door of 
the tent when old Mouthful came up and grunted his 
salute, and sat down so that his blanket covered the axe. 
I noted that fact and said to Gibbs, "Go talk to him, give 
him a pipeful of tobacco, anything to keep his mind off 
his appetite, and when I smooth up this a xe helve I'll 
play you a game of euchre." 
While we were playing cards old Mouthful arose, 
wrapped his blanket about him, and walked off. The 
belt axe was gone. I called after him, "Nidgee !" several 
times, but he didn't look around, and I grabbed the axe 
helve and started after him. He was in a well-worn path, 
bordered with prickly ash, and when he found me close 
behind him he sprang into the bush, but not in time to 
escape a whack on the shoulders with the hickory helve, 
and he dropped the hatchet. When I returned to camp 
Gibbs was mdignant. Said he: "If I was where I could 
get out of these woods I'd go. You are always knocking 
the Indians around, shoving them out of the way if they 
crowd around the fire, and now you've struck one of 
them and we may all be murdpred. These Indians are 
revengeful, and that man will remember you if he meets 
you ten years from now." 
"You think he will remember me as long as that?" 
"Yea, he will; he'll tr<?a3ure that up against you as long 
as he lives, for their memories are long and they never 
forgive an injury." 
"Well, Gibbs," said I, "when I ask him to forgive me it 
will be time for him to do it. Just now I'm not asking 
any favors of him, and as for his remembering me, that's 
all right. I hope he will, and I'll remember him, and if 
he ever comes to this camp or I meet him in the woods 
I'll lick him again. I'm just as mad as he is, and 
I've suspected him of stealing from us all winter and now 
I've caught him in the act. I don't want to argue this 
case, but what I've told you is just what I'll do, and you 
can bet on it." 
"Suppose a dozen of his friends take this thing up, and 
come down on us in the night and kill us all. What can 
six men do in such a case?" 
"I tell you," said I, "the case is not a supposable one. 
You know that their head chief, Hole-in-the-dfty, lives 
near Crow Wing, and that he told McBride, through an 
interpreter, that if any of his men molested us in any 
way he would punish them, and every Indian from this 
place to Lake Superior has been notified of this. There is 
a whole mass of stuff in your head about Indians that I 
don't suppose you could get out with a fine-toothed comb; 
but you will never find that fellow around our camp 
again; he is a lazy, thieving beggar, who can't have any 
standing among his people " 
Just how far this satisfied Gibbs is a question. Hii 
mind was filled with romantic ideas of the red man which 
he had obtained from books, and he had no idea of the 
degraded ones who hang around a trading post, too lazy 
to hunt, trap or fish, 1 saw many Indians that winter 
who were too proud to beg, and this only proves that the 
red man is human and differs in mental make-up as otht r 
men differ. A very different man was We-nen-gway, 
whom I met on the border of one of those immense cran- 
berry marshes which were common where we then were. 
Some of these marshes might have contained a thousand 
acres, and were red with frozen berries. As we had 
sugar in plenty you may imagine what an agreeable sauce 
we had with our boiled pork, roast pork, baked beans, 
etc. His name meant Dirty-face and he looked it. I 
wondered if he took pride in his name and kept his face in 
that condition by some vow to abstain from washing, 
but on closer acquaintance it was evident that the dark 
spots were birth marks, for which he was not responsible. 
He watched me gather a quart of berries and accepted a 
piece of tobacco in a dignified sort of way. He was 
evidently a superior man to Mouthful and one not dis- 
posed to look too favorably on the invasion of his ances- 
tral domain by the white man, but his tribe had sold this 
land to the long knives and that settled it. I took a fancy 
to this man; here was the ideal man that Gibbs had read 
of! 
Some days afterward he visited our camp, which was 
moved a few miles most every day to one of the cardinal 
points of the compass, and he brought me a fine lake 
trout. It was a fresh one and I was interested at once. 
There was no game in the country and my rifle was a 
useless burden in moving camp, but there must be fish 
near by. 
I asked Dirty-face to eat, and set out some cold boiled 
pork and cold beans, as well as hot coffee. This was a 
treat to him, but it was evident that he had eaten during 
