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conduct, the observance of which is as essential to his suc- 
cess and pleasure as the presence of game itself. No doubt 
every one of them is as familiar to him as the several and 
delicately wrought parts of the mechanism of his favorite 
fowling-piece, yet possibly a brief enumeration of a portion 
oi them at least may not prove wholly without interest to a 
number of so-called "sportsmen." 
Every hunter should bear in mind the fact that his is a 
dangerous sport, one in which he is in duty bound to exer- 
cise the greatest caution at all limes, not only for his own 
sake, but that of the public at large also. In his hands he 
carries the possibility of instant death, and at any moment 
the slightest carelessness or heedlessness on his part is liable 
to result in the bitter sorrow of a lifetime. And likewise 
that he is abroad for the pleasure and benetit to be derived 
from his avocation, and not to demonstrate how much inno- 
cent life he can ruthlessly destroy. I know individuals who 
make a practice of going through the woods firing at every- 
thing that crosses their path, keeping up a continual fusilade 
not unlike the advance of a fkii-mish line in time of war. 
Such a custom is utterly foreign to the tactics of a true 
sportsman, and as a notable instance, it will be remembered 
that Nessmuk, the veteran woodsman and writer, with 
whom many old readers of Forest and Stream are famil- 
iar, fired but three shots during his memorable excursion of 
twelve days' duration through the unbroken wilderness of 
upper Wisconsin. 
While going to and from the game fields the sportsman 
should be careful not to trample grain or other crops, tear 
down or mutilate fences, or permit his dog to chase or worry 
cattle or poultry. The sportsman should always remember 
that he is necessarily dependent upon tbe good-will of the 
land owner for the privilege of indulging himself in bis 
cherished sport, and he may in return, with the exercise of 
forethought, render his presence of benefit to his benefactor 
as well, but not by constituting himself a dreaded nuisance 
by lawlessness and lack of regard for the interests of others. 
And last, but not least, he should lend his untiring coop- 
, eration to the strict enforcement of the game laws. They 
were instituted for his good as much as that of anyone else, 
and to conscientiously obey them, and see them unflinchingly 
upheld, will accrue to the benefit of none other of the com- 
munity more than to his. In this connection the writer 
readily recalls the fact that there has been considerable dis- 
cussion of the "hounding question'' within the past few 
months, resulting in the passage of the Ives anti-hounding 
bill, which has received the signature of Governor Black 
and become a law. This law prohibits jacking and hound- 
ing deer in the Empire State for a period of five years. And, 
right or wrong, the law should be observed. The penalties 
attached for disobedience are heavy, and those who fail to 
comply with the provisions of the 'law will have cause for 
regret. Those who honestly believe that it would have been 
better to let hounding continue, should by all means give the 
new law a fair chance to prove its merits. Those who feel 
ugly, if there are such, should remember that no man ever 
lost materially by keeping within the bounds of law, and 
that in the long run there is nothing gained by participation 
in lawlessness. George L. Brown. 
Elizabethtown, N. Y. 
IN THE CASCADES. 
Pittsburg, Pa. — Editor Forest and Stream: My friend, 
L. B, A., of Portland, Ore., has been up to his old tricks of 
tantalizing the ' chained" by wnting me all about his latest 
trip into the Cascades. The only 'way I can get even with 
him is to send you the inclosed extract from his letter that 
you may publish it for the benefit of some of the other suf- 
ferers who are, like me, still "chained to business " 
R. L. W. 
"My three months in the mountains were not productive 
of any very interesting or exciting times. Two months 
were spent in the erection of the cabin, and the last few 
weeks were mostly spent in cruising around with Lieut. 
Elliot and his detail. We made one trip around the southern 
base to the east side of the mottntaio, where we intended to 
remain several days; he exploring and mapping, and I hunt- 
ing goats; but we cut our stay short, as there were no goats, 
and a hurricane was blowing that made living up on one of 
the bare buttes a burden. 
"The first morning there the gale commenced, but I, think- 
ing it was only a morning breeze, tackled the mountain for 
goats. Their fresh tracks, beds and wool were thick about 
our camp, and 1 went out prepared to stay all night if neces- 
sary, and intending to follow them around to the north side 
if they were not on the east. I crossed a great glacier, 
which heads in crater of the mountain and reaches to base, 
over four miles— a dandy — the kind you read about — and 
climbed and climbed in the teeth of the gale, which sent 
showers of frozen snow, sand and gravel in my face until I 
had often to lie flat for a few moments till the rush was over, 
and found no goats. I found beds of seven in two places, 
but was sure th&y had gone on around to the north slopes, 
where I essayed to follow. 
"This was' about halfway up and over some of the hardest 
climbing I ever had ; but when I tried to cross a snow field to 
reach the desired ground 1 found it impossible, as the cold 
wind had not permitted the snow to soften, and it was very 
steep, and had no break from summit to base, and was a 
good half mile wide — in fact, I couldn't see the other side of 
it. My only alternative was to get back to camp, but when 
I looked over the ground I had traversed 1 concluded to 
camp right there and die in peace rather than dash my life 
out in the cafions below. 
"On my left yawned the gaping, hungry looking crevasses 
of the big glacier a few hundred feet below, whose cold blue 
depth did not look attractive as a final resting place. On 
my right the unyielding sea of glittering ice, where one 
would be literally worn out before reaching its lower limit. 
Behind me dropped away the ground I had come over half 
hidden in clouds of flying sand. I'd had enough of that, 
and above and in front towered the beetling crags which 
mark the rim of the crater with a sharp and jagged backbone 
zigzagging down to where I stood and which seemed my 
only route of escape. I tackled it— after lunching in a shel- 
tered spot with a tiny bird for company, who seemed as de- 
lighted to share my crumbs m that quiet spot as I was to- 
give them — the only sign of life within the range of my 
vision. 
"It was simply an indescribable struggle for over 2,6dOft. 
up that backbone of treacherous shale which appeared to be 
8 olid rock, but was so seamed and checked with the frosts 
nd heat of ages that only a touch would shatter a mass Into 
ns of fragments through which I could only toil on all 
ura and had to hang on then to keep from being blown 
away. Upon reaching the extreme summit I got the full 
benetit of the gale as I poked my head above the crest — toi" 
it nearly blew my head off. I couldn't stand at all and had 
to lie prone and worm myself over and down into the de- 
pression inside the crater's rim. I was half frozen and stiff 
with cold by this time and could only manage to eshume the 
record book from its box in the cairn — print my name and 
date with benumbed and shaking fingers — put it back, and 
hung down on to the sheltered and sunny slopes of the south 
side. My circulation was soon restored and I took a good 
rest in a warm spot and made for camp — finding an easy 
way winding around to the east from the beaten trail near 
the summit. 
"At camp the tent was down, and everything had boulders 
piled on to hold them down. We couldn't lay down a tin- 
plate or cup without a rock in it. One or two little draws 
furnished protection to some extent, in which we cooked 
after building a stone wall to windward. We only had one 
tree to anchor the tent to, and the Lieutenant and I put in 
all the evening getting it back in place and piling rocks 
around the edge; but it blew loose all right, and we put in 
the night wiih that canvas pressing down so hard on us that 
we couldn't turn over. 
"We lost no time in geting under way next morning, fol- 
lowing down Pine Creek ten or twelve miles, and camping 
near its confluence with the larger fork which heads in the 
big glacier. Here I went a-fishing, and caught nine beauties 
8 to 13in., and showed a soldier how to shoot a big Dolly 
Varden which lay in a riffle, and measured on the carbine 
reached from muzzle to trigger, and weighed 151bs. — a good 
two meals for all hands. 
"The next morning we took to a ridge, and made the highest 
point, 4,500ft., lying between Lewis River and the mountain, 
descending toward the river and camping in a little meadow 
away up in the head of a canon. The next day we struck a 
caiion which took us five minutes to get in and five hours to 
get out of. We had to dig and chop and pick and bridge, and 
finally take the packs and rigging from the backs of the five 
mules, and carry them to a little bench above; then cut a 
clean open trail to the backbone— say 200yd8. of thick brush 
and windfall — as the stubborn brutes, after once being down 
and getting discouraged, would not move an inch unless 
they could see a clean trail ahead, and then only by one of 
us taking each by the hSlter shank and letting them run us 
up trail. 
"That afternoon we became separated . The Lieutenant being 
alone looking out a route in one direction and I in charge of 
the caravan cutting after him, we had a misunderstanding 
of signals, through no real fault of either, and we went into 
camp without him, finding him next day out near the river. 
He had found a deserted cabin and stayed there, and waited 
for us to come on. We reached the lake that evening O. K. 
after ten days* absence. 
"I was not with him the first two or three days, but went 
prospecting alone, without result. The second day I was 
with him we camped near a line of marshes nearly south of 
the mountain, and hitherto unknown, so far as I can hear. 
I went out alone, and after traversing four or five small 
marshes — grass up to the shoulders and huckleberries 
galore— I emerged upon a large one, and scanning its 
distant edge I made out a big black bear picking 
huckleberries, on the opposite side, about 300yds., 
I thought. Well, I made a bold sneak and gained about 
100 on him, wallowing through the sloppy iron water and 
its nasty-looking deposit to a log, which was the closest I 
could accomplish. While making this maneuver t had ob- 
seived on my right, say 300yds. away, a brown object 
which I took at first to be a pony, then a red 
rotten stump; but it finally became a well-defined 
brown bear of goodly proportions, watching me 
with considerable interest. I calculated at 100yds., and 
took a quiet rest on the log with a nerve as steady as I ever 
exhibited at a Sunday night lunch, and blazed away, think- 
ing only of bear steak and liver, of which I was as absolutely 
sure of partaking that evening as I was of bacon and rice. 
But, my friend, 1 was miserably deceived. My bear, my 
bear, made one swift glide and was lost to human view in 
the thicket of mountain alder, which fringed the marsh ; and 
a hasty glance to see how the other one stood up under the 
hard times revealed his vanishing form in a short brown 
streak reaching into the cover. It w as-hard luck, I tell you ; 
but upon stepping the distance I found it near ITSyds., and 
I had dropped under him through my miscalculation, What 
can a fellow be expected to know of distance, anyway, 
when he don't get to shoot but on special occasions once or 
twice a year. I hold as my opinion that a man should go 
big game hunting at least once a mouth for a few days, in a 
place where game is plenty, and should put in three-quarters 
of the rest of his time in fishing, hunting birds and loading 
shells, not to speak of caring for fishing tackle, which could 
be squeezed into the other quarter of his time some way, and 
still leave him ample time for the demands of soeietv and 
business. 
"After a few days' rest at camp, we went to Goat Moun- 
tain, camping in a pleasant spot below Joe's Cabin, at the 
lower end of the maish. First day Lieutenant and I went 
prospecting for an Indian silver mine of wondrous wealth, 
which we failed to locate, but we got a glimpse of another 
bear across the marsh from us — too far to shoot— killed sev- 
eral birds on the side. The next day we prospected some 
more, with the same result, but found ourselves short a man 
that night. One c .rporal, an Englishman of high cockney 
pedigree, with absolutely no knowledge of hunting, moun- 
taineering or woodcraft, a burden to the expedition, but 
With a bushel of medals for shooting, went a-hunting 
When we could get no answer to our signals in the morning 
from camp, I took a Dutchman, by name of Bruns, and 
started up Goat Mountain in the direction we supposed he 
had gone. Lieutenant, being half sick, couldn't leave camp. 
Bui I took his barometer and we climbed clear to tbe sum- 
mit of that towering rock, signaling as we went, but receiv- 
ing no answer. This ascent was one of the objects of the 
trip, and I ascertained the altitude to be 4,914ft. and 4in. at 
the very apex, where white man has never stood before. 
Many have made the attempt and reached some one of the 
five lower points; but from my knowledge of the country, 
gained in frequent trips which have covered all sides, I had 
theorized that by following a certain ridge the summit could 
be reached, unless perpendicular cliffs should be found 
which were not visible from a distance, and I was correct. 
We found deer trails leading to the point and diverging into 
thickets of vine maple, which makes such safe 'lying down 
ground.' 
"Upon our return to camp the corporal was still absent 
and we were beginning to think accident had befallen him, 
so I headed an expedition next morning down toward the 
Toutle, while Lieutenant started muleback to the lake for 
additional r>ilions in case we didn't find him that day. I 
found his trail at last in the sandy banks of the Toutle and 
after figuring out which way he traveled last in the confu- 
sion of tracks he had made when he found himself on the 
banks of the river at the same spot, after a circle in the tim- 
ber, I chafed him up the broad canon, and found that after 
cjossing the canon, going into the hills to the north and get- 
ting back again, he had discovered the Spirit Lake trail and 
followed the old mule tracks out past Cold Spring and 
toward camp. We arrived in a half hour after dark and 
found him there. Lieutenant had found him wandering on 
the pine flats in the forenoon. He had killed a pheasant each 
day. and that had comprised his ration. 
"The next day we reached the lake again and after a few 
days' good fishing, pulled for home, riding in an army ambu- 
lance. Taking it all in all, I enjoyed the last weeks very 
much, having good company, working hard at times, but not 
too long at a time, and enjoying the confidence of the Lieu- 
tenant, who made me second in command, consulted me on 
all exigencies and left me to pick tbe route and locate the 
trail most of the time — the which I duly appreciated, and 
was pleased to have any opportunity to lessen his work." 
DUCK EGG ALBUMEN. 
Forest and Stream has taken exception to the widely 
published alarmist reports that the extinction of the wild 
duck supply was threatened by the gathering of their eggs 
for albumen. It has shown that, as far as can be ascer- 
tained, no such trade in duck egg albumen exists, and that 
the decrease in the number of ducks is due rather to f pring 
and market-shooting and an increased number of gunners 
than to any other cause. 
The correctness of this position is forcibly substantiated by 
the statement of a prominent New Yrrk importer. This 
gentleman some time since received from foreign corre- 
spondents an importation of fivec ses, or about l,1001b3., of 
duck egg albumen manufactured by a French company in Ton- 
quin. It was distributed in the usual course of trade among 
confectioners and print manufacturers, tbe two trades which 
absorb most of the albumen of commerce, and was by them 
given a thorough trial, with the result that it was found 
utt riy imsuited for their use. 
The calico printers could not use it, as it did not properly 
fasten the colors on the cotton cloth. The confectioners 
could not use for making macaroons and other confections, 
as they found that this albumen would not beat up as re- 
quired for their work. In fact, the duck egg albumen in 
both cases seemed to lack the qualities which give the albu- 
men from hens' eggs its value. 
As a result of these experiments, the part of the consign- 
ment which had not been used was returned to the French 
company. 
This disastrous shipment is the first and last importation 
of duck egg albumen into the United States of which 
my informant has knowledge, and his bu«;ine£s position is 
such that he would know if there was any regular demand 
or supply of the article. He says that he understands that 
in Europe they have had no better success than in this coun- 
try in trying to utilize duck egg albumen, and that the ex- 
pectations of the French company, who thought they were 
going to make a fortune from the business, have never been 
realized. 
All of which goes to show that the gentlemen who would 
have us believe that the trade in albumen was the cause of 
the lessening supply of our wild ducks, and that the Alaska 
Indians were to blame rather than excessive shooting all over 
the North American continent, are wrong in their premises, 
as if there ^is no commercial demand for duck egg albumen 
there can be no incentive for securing it 
J. B. BURNHAM. 
Spring Shootinar. 
Toronto, May 2Q.— Editor Forest and Stream: With the 
advent of spring the pleasure derived from the perusal of 
FoKEST AND STREAM IS marred by the reports of the usual 
spring slaughter of game. I fail to understand how men 
claiming to be gentlemen and sportsmen can justify their 
conduct in shooting game birds en route to their breeding 
grounds. Some of your contributors who boast of having 
shot large numbers of ducks and snipe this spring must be 
pothunters of the worst type — men who knowingly do 
wrong for the pleasure derived from it, and not, as is often 
the case with poor men, from necessity. If a farmer were 
to kill all his poultry in the spring and still expect to 
have a supply for market during the following season, he 
would be considered a proper subject for a lunatic asylum. 
Yet he would be acting quite as reasonably as the spring 
shooters who persist in violating the laws of nature and com- 
mon sense. When it is taken into consideration that to 
every man who could shoot game on the wing twenty years 
ago, there are fifty now, it will be readily understood that it 
is imperative that action be taken to prohibit spring shoot- 
ing. It requires no stretch of imagination to foretell the 
result if legislative action is longer deferred. All species of 
American game birds will be like the buffalo and the wild 
pigeon — things of the past. 
1 trust that many of your able contributors will take this 
important matter in hand and not rest from their efforts 
until spring shooting is abolished all over the United Slates 
and Canada. The conserving of tsh and game as a food 
supply is a very important public question, and it should be 
the duty of the law-makers to use every effort to perpetuate 
this most valuable heritage. Ranger. 
Bird Trapping in Greater New Tork. 
On the morning of May 33, while taking bird notes in that 
part of Brooklyn known as Flatbush, I accidentally ran 
upon several bird traps; placed near these traps was a live 
bird, used, no doubt, as a "come on" to the other birds. In 
the bushes some distance from the traps were seated three 
meo, anxiously looking in my direction as I approached. I 
afterward learned that these men are frequent visitors to this 
locali'y early in the morning, trapping birds. Cannot this be 
stopped? Bird Student. 
[Yes, it can be stopped if Bird Student will send some 
definite information to Chief Protector J, Warner Pond 
Albany, N. T.J 
The FoEKST xsa Stream is put to preaa each week on Tuesday, 
Correspondence intended for publication should reaoh us at the 
latest by Monday, and as much earlier as practioable. 
