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FOREST AND STREAM. 
tNov. IS. 1897. 
CHICAGO AND THE WEST. 
The Champion Market-Huntlngr Outragre, 
Chicago, 111., Nov. 6. — This week I have run across 
pomethiug whicli I think is about the chatnpioTj outrafi^e of 
market-hunting so far as yet recorded, I met Warden Love- 
day on the street, and he was angry. He pulled out a paper 
parcel from his pocket and unrolled it, showing me two 
birds which looked like immature pigeon squabs. They 
were absolutely featherless excepting a few yellow hairs, and 
the head and beak were still soft. I could n^t tell what they 
were, as they were too small for pigeons, although unques- 
tionably thej' had the look of the pigfon about the head and 
beak. I told Mr. Loveday that they were a puzzle to me, 
and he explained to me that they were the immature squabs 
of the mourning dove! 
Warden Loveday was so angry that he could hardly speak. 
"I have just got these thing? nut of a box of game which I 
seized this morning," he said, finally. "It was Illinois game 
shipped to South Water street here, and of course no Illinois 
game can be sold at any time of the year. I found these 
two things in the box. They are young mourning doves, 
actually taken from the nest for shipment to market. Of 
cour8e,'they could not fly onefoot, for they have not a feather 
on their bodies. This box was shipped to M, George & Co., 
commission men of Chicago. Besides these two baby doves, 
the box bad in it nine rabbits, two opossums, two squirrels, 
one hell diver, and sixteen quail, all of the quail cheepers and 
hardly able to fly. Neither the quail, the ooves nor the hell- 
diver would be fit to eat. You can see what a market- 
hunter will do. I would rather rot tell you the name or 
place of shipment of this game, as I am going down there at 
once to try the case. If 1 don't put this fiend through to 
the full extent of the law, I hope T may never try another," 
These squab doves were probably taken from some nest at 
a point lower down in the State. The mourning dove, like 
the domestic pigeon, breeds as late as the weather will per- 
mit, and this has been an unusually warm fall, no cold 
weather, indeed, having been recorded up to this time in 
Illinois. 
Warden Loveday a^so seized this week two cases purport- 
ing to contain eggs, .^hipped from an Illinois town. When 
opened, the case purported to contain not eggs but rabbits. 
Each case had a layer of rabbits att^p and bottom. But 
between these layers of rabbits there rested in each box 
flfteea nice, fat and illegal prairie chickens. The calling of 
the market hunter and of the game dealer is truly an honor- 
able and manly one! 
The Indians and the Game. 
The war between the Utes and the wardens has ended. I 
regret to see that we are shy a few more instances of the 
white man's valor. At first the candid newspaper reports 
gave it out that two or three bold wardens had attacked a 
camp of forty or fifty Utes. Now it appears to be the cold 
truth, officially stated, that about twenty-five wardens at- 
tacked four Indians, and among others shot a woman. 
Capt. Wright was sent out by Gen, Otis with the U. S. 
troops to take the Indians back to their reservations, and 
Gen. Otis has officially closed the matter in his despatch to 
the War D partment. which latter is a copy of the despatch 
sent in by Capt. Wright: 
■R.4NCH, Utah, Oct 28.— Have just met party of about seventy-flve 
Indians returnir g to the aKeucy, iocluding one wounded Indian, 
tjngulschem Star, one of the survivors, stated that about twenty-five 
wardens rode up to them while in camp, and, after stating that ttiey 
werp game wardens, tried to arrest the Indians. The Indians resisted 
arrest and the game wardens opened fire Four bucks only in i he Indian 
party. The Indians did not return the fire, as their guns were in their 
lent." The survivors escaped under fire. Doctor says wound in 
squaw's head is not dangerous. Squaw wild, wounded in arm, is not 
examined yet. Indians coming in all directions. Game wardens are 
in Lily Park. 
General Otis says that reports of Indian depredations have 
come in from Meeker and Rifle, Colorado. I infer that 
there may possibly still be a little corn and hay which can 
be had by the U. S Government for a consideration. Mean- 
time, it is to be hoped that the Indians understand perfectly 
the white man's way of doing business. What the Utes 
need, as I have said, is a private press agent more than any- 
thing else. 
Of course, the straight law of the matter is this, as has 
been laid down in regard to the Minnesota Indians, and as 
the United States Supreme Court has laid it down earlier in 
the case of the Bannock Indians; No Indian can have hunt- 
ing privileges', while he is oft" his reservation, which shall be 
greater than those accorded to a white man under the laws 
of the State in which his hunting is done. The subversion 
of law in this case is that in one week half a dozen Indians 
have been shot instead of being arrested by wardens, a num- 
ber greater than the total of white men shot in res^isting ar- 
rest by wardens in the whole country for half adoz m years. 
Of course, the Indian goes for his gun quicker than the 
white man in such a case, but perhaps this is because he 
thinks he is right in doing so, and believes that he is defend- 
ing himself against aggression. It is a principle of the com- 
mon law that a man must be charged before he can be tried, 
and he must be notified before he can be arrested If a man 
should suddenly come upon me and pull a gun upon me 
without further explanation, when I was not conscious of 
having done anything wrong, I might in my innocence feel 
like going after my own gun as soon aa I got a chance. One 
of the most useful things that a warden of Colorado could 
do would be to produce some credible proof that these In- 
dians knew that they were doing wrong, knew that there 
was a law above them, and knew that that law had served 
its warning process upon them. Outside of this, it is simply 
a case of the white man against the red man, and, unfortu- 
nately, the case of twenty-five white men, with|rifles, against 
four red men and one red woman, who had not their rifles 
in hand. This may be game protection, but it is not Ameri- 
can fair play. 
!A Tribe No More. 
rPAt Tuskohoma, I.,T., Nov. 4, the Choctaw and Chickasaw 
Indians signed the treaty of the Dawes Commission and are 
tribes no more. The treaty does away with tribal relations 
and allots the lands in severalty, with provisions for town 
sites and other little adjuncts of civihzation. Thus the 
remnant of the hunting grounds of these tribes, as well as 
the hunting grounds of a good many white men, may as 
well be saluted with a sweet good-bye. The commission is 
•now working with the Cherokees, and will then tackle the 
Beminoles. We don't do a thing in this country but knock 
the spear into a plow, and the war bonnet into a pair of 
First Deer Hunter Killed. 
The first deer hunter reoorted accidentally shot in the 
woods this season is John Benson of Richmond, Ind., who 
was killed while on a deer hunt in Minnesota this week. I 
have heard indefinitely that two other men were killed in 
Minnesota in this same way, but have not been able to get 
the names. On last Thursday two men were still missing 
who had been out of camp for two days. These were mem- 
bers of a party of six who were up from Minneapolis, camp- 
ing out on a hunt in Cass county. The absent men had 
with them no food or means of making fire. The best to be 
hoped 13 that they were only lost and not shot. 
Trials of the Woods. 
Two deer hunters, Mr. Robert B Hill, of New York city, 
and Mr. W. Osgood Orton. of Wishawaka, Ind., have just 
returned from a little deer hunt in Cass county, where they 
made Kabekona Camp their starting point. Thence they 
went some distance into the woods and pitched camp, taking 
with them a guide. In three days they saw five deer and 
one moose, but killed nothing. Mr. Hili got lost while out 
hunting and managed t > fall into a sort of kettle-hole, or pit, 
into which he was precipitated after plunging through the 
light covering of brush which overlaid it. Excited and 
worn out by his efforts to get back to camp, he was unable 
to make his way up out of this pit, and finally concluded to 
shoot in order to attract attention. He began shooting up 
out of the pit from time to time, and after a while he came 
incidentally very near to getting an Indian who came along 
and poked his face out over the edge and looked into the 
hole to see what kind nf subterranean fireworks were going 
off. The Indian could speak English, and he not only 
helped Mr. Hill out of the kettle-hole, but took him to a 
road which he said would bring him out at the camp This 
made Mr. Hill very happy, and he started blithely home, 
congratulatieg himself on his narrow escape. Pretty soon a 
partridge flsw up, and he thought he would follow and kill 
it The bird flew on several times, and the first thing 
Mr. Hill knew he was lost again. Once more he 
bethought himself of his expedient of firing his gun 
to attract attention. Camp was near and the guide 
heard him shooting, came out, took him firmly 
by the right hand and led him into camp. The flit pine 
country is the easiest on earth for one to get lost in, and the 
hardest on earth for him to get found in again when he is 
lost. This, however, was not the end of the adventures of 
this particular party. On their third day in camp it began 
to rain, and they decided to break camp and go back home. 
When they got to their canoe on the shore of Woman Lake, 
they were still some twenty-five miles to their destination, 
and the lake was so rough that they could not attempt it if 
they carried their camp duffle along They therefore cached 
their tent, blankets and provisions, and started for the houses 
of Kabekona Camp In the dusk they struck a rock, and 
tore a hole in their canoe, so that they had to abandon it. Ii 
came on dark, and there they were half-way between their 
abandoned tent and home. They were landed in a Norway 
pine forest, where the trees run up about 60ft. without a 
branch, and where there was no dead wood or undergrowth. 
They had just three matches in the party, and nothing to eat. 
They kicked around, got a few twigs after a while, and man- 
aged to get a fire, which lighted them to further conquest of 
fuel. Here they passed the night, and in the morning 
walked home, a dozen miles or so, to Kabekona Camp. To- 
day you cannot persuade either Mr. Hill or Mr. Orton that 
he did not have a wild and woolly time out in Minnesota, 
but they both say they enjoyed their hunt and its adventures 
very much. 
Off for Michigan. 
Mr. Tom Marshall, of Keithsburg, 111. ; Mr. E. S. Rice, of 
Chicago; Mr. H R. McCulIough, of the Northwestern road, 
and Mr. Banks, another raihoad man, left yesterdav evening 
for a week's deer hunt in the upper peninsula of Michigan, 
where they expect to get some venison. 
Not Tagrgred. 
By this time a great many of the deer hunters of Minne- 
sota and Wisconsin and Michigan have made or marred their 
records for the year. A great many hundreds or perhaps 
thousands of deer have been killed and perhaps even a few 
moose will have been killed within the coming week. Just 
how many head of game of this sort these three States, or 
any one of them, may th'S fall produce is something which 
no one can tell. I often notice the tabulated reports of the 
big game killed in Maine, and wish that we had a system out 
here by which we could go to a depot of information and get 
the statistics of where, when and how each head of this 
game was killed, who did it, and what was the age, sex, pre- 
vious condition of servitude and color of eyes of each deer 
killed, but I confess we are behind Ihe times out here yet. 
We haven't got our deer anywhere near respectably tagged, 
and Providence only knows how many of them are killed. 
No doubt some of our energetic friends on South Water 
street could tell us something about this, but they are not 
cheerful in imparling information of the kind. 
Ducks, 
It has been a rattling season for ducks in the far North- 
west, and a mighty poor cue in these parts. No one has 
been getting any very great shooting Dick Merrill is visit- 
ing Chan. Powers at Hennepin Club as a guest. They 
should get some mallards there pretty soon now, though as 
yet no heavy bags have been made theie. 
Abner Price, the grandpapa of Duck Island Club, has been 
down there having a little fnn with the mallards, but says 
the birds are not very abundant. Tne Northern flight has 
not yet appeared, and seems to be delayed somewhere in the 
mails. 
Charlie Wilcox has been up at Horicon Club several days, 
but sent down word to Roll Orgu^ who was to have joined 
him there yesterday, not to come up, as the shooting was 
very poor. 
A few scattering birds have been picked up along the 
Kankakee, and at Calumet Heights Club a few diligent ones 
have killed an occasional brace of mallards, but expectation 
still rules. 
The canvas-backs are in at Koshkonong, and shooting 
there is about as good right now as at any place known here- 
abouts. Eddie Bingham is just back from there, and in two 
days got thirty-odd canvas," fifty-odd bluebills, a fine lot of 
redheads and a few mallards, about 150 birds in all, Ezra 
Bingham has gone up to the old farm this week, and within 
the next few days we should hear of something dropping 
that way. The birds on Koshkonong are are already fat and 
heavy. 
Not so Bad. 
Mr. W. E Warren writes me from Fox Lake, Wis., giv- 
ing gome information which leads to the belief that his neck 
of woods is not so bad in an all-around way of sport. He 
says : 
"I note your inquiry in last Foeest and Stream as to 
shooting out here. Ducks have been fairly plentiful since 
Sept. 15 till within the last week or ten days, and it's a won- 
der they stayed as long as they did, with thp incessant pound- 
ing they got seven days in the week. They might have 
stood it longer, but Milwaukee has lately made a market for 
black mallards (mud hens). They bring 5 cents e^ch. The 
chase for these elegant game birds seemed to discourage the 
ducks, and they got up and left. However, the bluebills 
have commenced dopping in again, and from now on a man 
on the grounds should be able to pick up a few each day, 
also a few jacksnipe around the shores and bogs, plenty of 
squirrels, fnd now and then a partridge in the surrounding 
groves. Mr Walt Morrison keeps his hotel op^n on Morri- 
son's Island as long as there is shooting — Nov. 15 to 20. He 
meets the sportsmen at trains when notified, and kerps a 
nice, clean place. Rates, with bunting boMs, $10 per week; 
guides and pushers not needed. Lake Enoilv and Lake 
Maria, seven and eight miles northwest of Fox Lake, are 
good points for snipe, squirrels and rabbits, with a few 
ducks; but no accommodations for shooters. On the whole, 
I know of few better or pleasanter places to put in a week or 
so, if a man is satisfied with a reasonable amount of game." 
Goats Good to Eat* 
I am beginning to believe that we came near starving in 
the midst of plenty out in the Blackfoot country on the goat 
hunt last winter, I have still another indorsement of the 
mountain goat as an edible product, this time from Puy- 
allup, a gentlemau whose first sentence stamps him as a 
man of very great perception and critical jadgment. He 
says: 
"1 enjoyed reading your article on 'Snowshoes and Sheep' 
very much, but must say I was glad to see Mr, E. E. How- 
ard took you to task regarding "the edible tjualities of the 
goat. Was surprised to read that you were suffering for 
food and yet had goats lying around loose, as I have eaten 
them many times, and do think that a cut of fairly young 
goat is hard to beat, The reason you found the animals so 
tame was no doubt because they had been little hunted — we 
had the same experience several years ago in the Methow 
country, in Washington — and yet in the main range of the 
Cascade Mountains, near Mt. Tacoraa, they are as wild and 
wary as one can wish ; in fact, more so. I have seen elk, 
and lots of them, in the Olympic Mountains that were no 
more game animals, or harder to stalk, than a red cow in a 
pasture; all one had to do was to locate as'^and and walk up 
quietly to get what shots were wanted. Two years later, in 
the same country (it was near Lake Crescent), an expert 
hunter would do well to get a shot a week." 
Tragedy of the Marsh, 
One of the once famous hunting marshes about Chicago is 
the Skokie Marsh, which even to-day covers a big bit of 
country just inland from Evanston and Winnelka, suburbs 
of Chicago on the north. This marsh still offers a good 
day now and then at jacksnipe, and I know of at least one 
man who has tried ice boating on its open reaches in the 
winter. One day this week a boy was crossing a bit of this 
wet marsh, and jumping over a narrow ditch landpd in a 
little clump of willows. Stumbling over some object at 
his feet, he was shocked to find the dead body of a man. 
Near the body of the man lay that of a dog, an Irish setter, 
shot also, as the man appeared to be, through the head. A 
revolver lay near by, but no gun. This mystery of the Sko- 
kie Marsh was of three days endurance, but now it is 
thought that the man was a suicide, who killed first his 
faithful dog, which had followed him on this last quest 
across the bogs. 
Intelllsrence of the Mule. 
One day this week there came into the ofiice here a gen- 
tleman introducing himself as Dr. Thos. Darragh, a univer- 
sity man of Dublin, Ireland, a traveler in Spanish America, 
a naturalist and lately a taxidermist of the Columbian Mus- 
eum of Chicago. Dr. Darragh noticed an old pack-saddle 
hanging on the wall, and this set him to talking about the 
pack-saddles used in Central America, and this again caused 
him to reflect on certain experiences he had had proving the 
great natural intelligence of that niuch-maligned animal, the 
mule. He said that in the mountain travel of that country 
he had found it best never to try to teach the mule anything, 
as the mule usually proved itself much the more qualified to 
act as instructor. He has seen a mule, when urged to de- 
scend a steep hill covered with sliding rock, refuse altogether 
to go down headforemost, but turn round end for end and 
go down backward, putting cne hind foot after the other 
ahead of it and below it, and feeling its way inch by inch. 
The mule knew very well that in case of a slip it could 
scramble up hill better if its heed pointed up hill than if it 
pointed down. Sometimes the ^^e in going up a steep hill 
would go up sideways, a step at^k^ie, as a man would go 
upstairs sideways. A misstep il||r^^ne of these animals 
was very rare, and an accident nev> ppened excepting in 
cases where a man insisted that he knt w more than his mule. 
Death of a Real Sportsman. 
We hear a great deal of talk about that being, fairly to be 
called an imaginary personage, the "true sportsman." We 
had such a man here; the kindest, sweetest, manliest man; 
the sincerest lover of nature, the most ideal character, and 
the most typically perfect sportsman I ever knew, John L, 
Stockton, forty years a resident of Cbicago. This week Mr. 
Stockton died, after a season of failing health, which had not 
been benefited by the best of care and change and travel. 
Mr, Stockton was one of the first sportsmen to go into the 
wilderness of upper Wisconsin with rod, rifle and canoe. 
He was a member of the Blacbhawk Club, of Lake Kosh- 
konong, Wis., as well as of Swan Lake Club, of the Illinois 
River. In all the quiet and unobtrusive ways of gentlemanly 
sportsmanship, he might have been called a prominent man. 
In business he was a man of affairs, and comfortably situated. 
I presume Fokbst akd Stbeam had no reader of which it 
might justly have been more proud, so perfect was his creed, 
and so perfectly lived up to, His was a singularly enthusi- 
astic nature. He had always a bright face and eager voice. 
There was nothing rude or unfair about him, and he dies 
universally respected. Mr, Stockton was sixty years of age, 
and was born in Pittsburgh, Pa., coming to Chicago when 
he was but twenty years old. 
Missed. 
Mr. R, W. Foster, of New Orleans, La., one of the finest 
of the Scuthern sportsmen, and host and associate of the 
writer in more than one delightful hunting trip in the Soutb 
