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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Feb. 12, 1898. 
in June. 174T, atid the journal of hi.s voyage has this to 
.say of the dogs; 1 _ ■ ■ 
■"The great numbers of goats, which former writers 
described to have been found u'^on this island, are at 
present very much diminished. The Spaniards being 
informed of the advantages which the buccaneers and 
privateers drew from the provisions which goats' flesli 
here furnished them with, they have endeavored to ex- 
tirpate the breed, thereby to deprive their enemies of 
this relief. For this pi^rpose they have put on shore 
great numbers of large dogs, which have increased apace 
and have destroyed' .gll the goats in the accessible parts 
of the country." 
Don Antonio de Ulloa, a captain in the Spanish navy, 
while in command of a Spanish man-of-war, visited 
Fernandez soon after Lord Anson sailed (in fact, the 
Spaniard was looking for Centurion, Anson's flagship), 
and gives the Spanish side of the dog story: 
"Here are many dogs of different species, i^articularly 
of the greyhound kincl. The dogs owe their origin to 
a colony sent thither not many years ago by the pre.s- 
ident of Chili and viceroy of Peru, in order totally to 
exterminate the goats, that any pirates or ships of the 
enemy might not here be furnished with provisions." 
Ulloa also says: "A great singularity is also observ- 
able in tlie dogs of this island, namely, that they never 
bark. We caught some of them and brought them on 
board, but they never made any noise until joined with 
some tame dogs, and then indeed they began to imi- 
tate them, but in a strange manner, as if learning a 
thing not natural to them." 
I believe that the dog in a wild statfe does not bark, 
being a genuine still-hunter. How many generations 
were required to enable these Spanish dogs to pass 
from a state of semi-civilization to one of total wilder- 
ness is not now known. Ulloa while at Fernandez in 
T74I, in Avriting of the dogs, says they were sent here 
"not many years ago." Dampier was on the island 
in t68i and again in 1684; commenting on the immense 
numbers of goats, he makes no mention of dogs. Sel- 
kirk was on the island from 1704 to i7og. and if my 
remembrance of Robinson Crusoe is correct, reports no 
dogs. 
Judging from the nurhbers ol dogs reported by Lord 
Anson, and the great decrease in goat supply, the orig- 
inal dog colony must have been planted on Fernandez 
not later than 1720. A. C. Stott. 
§Hni^ §,if! mid §mh 
Farmer and Sportsman Again* 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
May I be permitted at this late date to recur to a 
brief discussion your New Ham.pshire contributor Von 
W. and I had respecting the country boy and his rela- 
tions to the fish and the game? 
Von W. wrote: "Your correspondent Mount Tom 
accuses a gentleman writing from Charlestown. N. H., 
of using the expression 'those cussed boys.' Now, as 
T know of no other correspondent from this village 
but myself, I protest against the quotation. T deny the 
allegation and defy the allegator.' " 
Von W. is right. I misquoted him. What 1 really 
did say in referring to the destruction of game was this: 
"It is "the cussed country boys." What I ought to have 
said was this: "The last of Mr. Ames's entertaining 
letters, 'In the Maine Woods,' leads me to say something 
which T have refrained from for a lon.g while, and that is 
that this illegal destruction of game is not due to the 
visiting sportsman, but to the pure inherent 'cussedness" 
of the ignorant, envious country hoodlum." (Fokkst 
AND Stream. Feb. 25, 1892.) 
Or this: "Nor is the much-pitied and sympathized 
wiuii farmer's boy to be excluded from the list, for he is 
usually the chief of sinners, * * * Living out on the hills 
near the brooks, he usually spends his Sundays on them, 
catching anything that will bite as long as the season or 
the trout last, and driving in to the village tavern in 
the evening to sell those which are above the legal size, 
and I suppose eafing the little ones at home, as they 
do the small potatoes!" (Fq-rest and Stream, May rg, 
r%4-) 
Few people knew until they were told not long ago 
by hunters of the Middle West, that when the thou- 
sands of sportsmen, with repeating rifles, revolvers and 
blood-thirsty hounds, go up into Michigan. Wisconsin 
and Minnesota they kill nothing. They just pass hats 
full of money around among . the farmers and pick 
huckleberries. It is the same old story from Maine 
to the Rocky Mountains, and from the mountains to 
the coast. The mossbacks with their hoes and 
their young ones with their pitchforks ha\'e killed all 
the game. 
In referring to us, why do sportsmen so often use 
disrespectful names? Why not call us Avhat we are? 
We are not ashamed of being farmers. Why do you 
so often call us natives, as you would the savages of a 
heathen land? You always refer to yourselves as gen- 
tlemen. Is it because there is more illiteracy in the 
country than in the cities? or because you wish to show 
the disrespect you have for us? This comes along often 
enough, together with the bad behavior of some sports- 
men, to retard the feeling of friendship that must exist 
between sportsmen and farmers if the former expect 
to use our farms for a play-ground. 
One writing from Boston says, in referring to a trout 
stream which some Boston sportsmen had purchased, 
that if a country boy caught a trout out of that stream 
again he would "have to steal it. At that time there were 
farmers who tried to understand how it was that these 
boys wotdd be thieves for fishing in a brook that did 
not belong to them, and that the city sportsmen that 
fished their streams at will and visited their orchards, 
their berry and melon patches, and if remonstrated with 
jumped the fence and told them to go to hades, were 
"gentlemen," always "gentlemen." It seems that some 
people think that a shiny shirt front, alligator shoes 
and superfluous airs are what tnalces a gentleman, 
A few j'ears ago, when the Iowa Legislature enacted 
the hunters' trespass law, .sportsmen and city editors 
could not say enough about the farmers that was dis- 
respectful. The State Game Commissioner, or the can- 
didate for that office, advised sportsmen to pay no at- 
tention to that law. A sportsman in Chicago, in re- 
ferring to it, said that when farmers got together to 
legislate, the laws they enacted had more "perpetration 
than penetration in them." Yet that law has done more 
for the protection and increase of game in this State 
than all other game laws put together. The rural leg- 
islators of this State have governed it in such a way 
that any State in the Union might be proud of Iowa's 
public institutions. She has not a dollar of bonded in- 
debtedness, and has had to hang but four of her citi- 
zens. No one need be ashamed of Iowa; how is it with 
some States that are governed by the broad-minded 
citizens of the cities? 
Last fall Mr. H. S. Dulog, in telling of a hunt that 
he took in northwestern Colorado during the season, 
said that there were nlenty of does and fawns, but no 
bucks, the latter having been completely exterminated. 
He tells how he opened fii'e at a solidly bunched and 
swiftljr running band of antelope, killing two of the 
band- — one more than the law allowed. He thinks he 
killed the two antelope at one shot. Now a pot-hunting 
farmer might have a very good excuse for shooting into 
a band of antelope under those conditions, but a gentle- 
man sportsman has none, Bein^- et|ttally interested 
with Mr. Dulog as" to the welfare of the game in the 
Western mountains. I would be glad to know if he paid 
the fine. Then after telling how the touri.st hotels sent 
"gentlemen" from all over the country into the moun- 
tains, and of the club houses at different places, he says. 
"But owing to the butcher-like and law-breaking ten- 
dencies of its rural population the game is doomed." 
Now T like Mr. Dulog. I think he is a good sports- 
man. I enjoy reading his communications, but why, 
wh}', why. tmder the heavens, why, why in thunder 
could he not have gone into the mountains, and after 
his hupt have written about it without giving the farmers 
a kick. 
According to his own tell, the mountains were full 
of farmers' game, pot-hunters' game! But the gentle- 
men sportsmen's game had all been shot out. Why did 
he not say. that sportsmen from Berlin, Paris, London. 
Boston and New York, and the cities between them and 
Colorado had been huntinu- throughout the whole sum- 
mer all through that section until there was scarcely 
a head of horned game left in that whole mountain 
region, and when it came time to hunt and the farmers 
went in they had to take the little end of it, the same as 
they do of everything else up in New Hampshire? 
T suppose Mr. Dulog felt like kicking something, 
but why did he not kick his curb.stone or his rifle that 
had been killing illegal game? I suppose he had too 
much respect for dogs to kick them, so he kicked the 
farmers. 
I am patiently Avaiting for some broad-minded but 
unsuccessful hunter to give the reason why he could 
get no horned heads in the Jackson's Hole country 
late this fall, Will it be the brutish farmer? There are 
some "true sportsmen" that would wholly iarnore the 
fact that a "GcTieral from New York," a "Judge" from 
somewhere else, and a "Lord from London," with a 
party of 100 men and between 200 and 300 pack horses, 
were hunting there this fall. 
Podgers, of San Francisco, says: "With all due re- 
spect for the popular idea that this world was made 
especially for the granger, and all things that militate 
against his sole interest must be sat upon and abolished, 
lie being the Lord's anointed, T have the temerity to 
declare it is my firm belief attd opinion that a more 
selfish, illiberal and narrow-minded specimen of man- 
kind than this same class does not exist. If he had 
his way he would burn, sink and destroy every bird and 
object that pecked a few grains off his fields. I have 
seen this sweet specimen of all the moral virtues (if 
you believe the newspapers and accept their own opin- 
ions of themselves) sowing grain soaked in strychnine 
in his grape patch to poison quail and the singing birds 
that had the audacity to peck at a few grapes. He sadly 
needs such disciplining to bring him to a realizing 
sense of what constitutes his share of the things the 
Lord intended as much for birds and beasts as for him." 
The above is what a "brother sportsman" says in dis- 
cussing game interests in a sporting paper. Is it true? 
.A,re his expressions those of a gentleman? Not one 
word from beginning to end is true. Does it indicate 
that the writer is a broad-minded man? Such insults 
do not tend to make good feelings between farmers 
and sportsmen, but have a tendency to prop up the bars 
if a sportsman is on the other side trying to get them 
down. Podgers has seen a farmer sowing poisoned 
grain to kill the birds were eating his grapes, and he 
places all farmers at the bottom of the human race. In 
Chicago and other cities human beings put out the eyes 
of their little children, and break and deform their 
limbs that they may grow up to be good beggars. If 
in conseqtuence of this I were publicly to place all 
people living in cities at the bottom of the human family 
I think it would be a good indication that there was a 
pretty small lump of gray matter within my skull; that 
I was narrow across my shoulders; that they slanted 
from my ears down, and that I was built on the narrow- 
gauge principle from my feet up. 
I have seven cherry trees and I have never eaten a 
meal of cherries from those trees because the birds 
take them as soon as they begin to turn red. I don't 
destroy the birds and I know of no farmer that does: 
yet it has been but a few weeks since I have seen town 
boys with airguns shooting song birds. 
A small flock of quail can do much damage in a short 
time in a vineyard; not so much by wdiat they would 
eat as by what they would destroy. When a fanner sees 
the effect of his labor destroved either by quail, hawks, 
skunks or other like means so as to lessen the comforts 
and advantages of his family, it is his duty to his family, 
to the community in which he lives, and to his Maker 
to stop that destruction. Podgers's keen intellect, that 
expanded and grew fertile among the debris and gases 
of the streets, alleys and sewers of a large city, holds 
in contempt a man who thinks more of his family than 
of a covey of quail. He places "fun" above the com- 
forts of a home; why? Because in a little while he 
wants the "fun" of running his coat tails off in trying to 
get out there ahead of some other sportsman, that he 
may have the enjoyment of wounding, tearing and 
pounding them to death with powder and shot. This 
is what makes the farmer a cold-blooded, narrow- 
minded, despised brute, and the city sportsman a "gen- 
tleman." God made rattlesnakes, centipedes and pole- 
cats, and Avhen they interfere with the peace and wel- 
fare of the farmer he is expected to kill them; why? 
Because in doing the same thing there would be no 
"fun" for Podgers. 
f suppose that sportsmen made the great blue heron 
•that they are now exterminating up in Maine, for now 
and then taking a fish from a trout stream, as do also 
the kingfisher, fish-hawk and several other kinds of 
birds. Why are they doing so? To save a few tront 
to have fun with in killing them. There is nothing selfish 
in human nature, and especially sportsmanship. Oh, no. 
The great blue heron, in my estimatnon, is one of the 
grandest of American birds. If I could not see these 
noble birds along the wdd shores of the fore,st lake or 
river. vVatch and hear the kingfisher in its flight, and 
see the fish-hawk dive beneath the water, but little of 
the charm of a fishing trip would remain for nie. 
Farmers are not destroying the game in this country, 
and that assertion which is now and then made by 
sportsmen is untrue. It is hunters, dogs and guns that 
are doing this thing, and the hunters that will spend 
from $50 to $500 in going to distant places, and in a short 
time kill hundreds of heads of game, can be relied upon 
as having a hand in its being wiped out of existence at 
home. I do not know of a farmer that owns a hunting 
dog, yet you camiot go into a city or town in this 
Western country without tumbling over those kinds of 
dogs. 
My experience leads me to believe that one may 
travel from the daisy-covered hills of New Fngland 
and the Currituck marshes in the East to the golden-rod 
prairies of the West, and from the prairies to the moun- 
tains, and from the mountains to the sea: one may wan- 
der from the Chilkoot Pass and the ma.stodon pastures 
in the di.stant North to the turkey roosts in Texas, and 
when he has met with twenty hunters one may possibly 
be a farmer. 
Farmers love the birds and the game around^ them 
for the wild life and beauty they see in them. Sports- 
men love them for the fun they can have in taking then-' 
lives from them. The farmer side of my nature is more 
humane, generous, manly and .sympathetic than 'the 
s"orting side of it, yet I glory in both, and can hold 
both sides up to the view of any class of people in this 
land or any other without a blush. 
1 started out to make a little explanation td brother 
V:an, but I see that 1 have .sprawled very much all over 
the country — ^and still live. 
It may be that I owe brotlier Von an apology. 1 
hardly see how. But if he will accept of one I will ex- 
tend 'it witii more grace and good feeling than coiild 
hardlv be expected to come from an "alligator." 
MoL'NT Tom. 
In the Rockies.— IL 
A four weeks' hunt in the Rocky Mountains as narrated by Dr. 
]:>avid McReynolds and written by Alfred B. Wingfield. 
(Concluded from page 
It was now the 26th of October, and it had been .sev- 
eral days since Calloway killed his magnificent elk. The 
boys had hunted with great zeal, but they had made a 
solemn pledge among themselves not to kill a female or 
ytnmg animal on the trip, and they had been unsuccess- 
ful in bringing to bag any more btdls. However, Wilson 
succeeded the next day in killing a fine blvcktail buck, 
which weighed nearly 30olbs. and had a beautiful head. 
This, in some measure, compensated for the loss of 
the shot on the elk. Several cow and calf elk had be^n 
.seen, but not fired at, much to the credit of all con- 
cerned. This was Calloway's regular hunting ground, 
and he could not afford to slaughter the game. Grouse 
shooting and fishing and unsuccessful bull hunting were 
beginning to grow irksome; so it was decided to move 
camp. 
Oct. 28, early in the morning, all hands commenced 
to pack and ro]je the packs on the horses. It had 
snowed about 2in. during the night, just enough to make 
it nasty walking. While Calloway was going over the 
cinching and adiusting the packs on some of the ob- 
streperous and evil-minded cayuses Scott Pierce picked 
up his .45-90 and said he would take a turn for exetcise. 
and asked the outfit to wait for him. You know that is 
always the way; some one gets the notion of htthting 
just as the outfit is ready to move. 
Pierce walked rapidly and was soon in the neighbor- 
hood of the spot where the big bidl had been killed. 
He stopped a moment, and lo! over on a hill not a 
quarter of a mile away he heard the bugle-like notes of a 
bull blowing off his exhilaration at a high note. Pierce's 
heart jumped up in his throat and he trotted off toward 
the call at double-quick time. He was afraid the bull 
woidd be gone when he arrived; but .he had not gone 
far when he heard another old bull bellowing defiance 
at his foe. Pierce stood paralyzed. He was all unstrung. 
That exchange of harmonics was too much for him. 
He knew not which way to go. Finally he chose the 
first bull, judging him to be somewhat nearer than the 
other, sped softly forward on the cushion of snow, and 
soon came into plain view of the game. The noble bull 
stood with bristling neck, and snorting defiance to_ his 
rival. Pierce walked up to within 125yds. of the animal 
by keeping a bunch of thicl-c fir bushes 'between the. 
and himself. 
And the quarry. The bull paid no attention to him. 
Pierce says it took him several minutes, "it seemed to 
him," to adjust his Lyman sight. Finally he got it 
where he thought it ought to be, and leaning against 
a fir tree, took dead aim at the middle of the bull's 
body. The rifle roared and the bull jumped, turned 
and looked at him, trying to make him out. Pierce 
was excited, and in quick succession pumped foitr more 
bullets. Then the animal turned and tore down the hill, 
