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that way, it is hard work to pick out the guilty one. It 
se&ms a shame that such a thing should exist in this 
State. That is what makes it such dull snort hunting 
for partridges. They can't snare the woodcock, and 
quail they don't seem to bother, but just the partridges. 
I have heard of a few snipe being along. 
Mr. E. H. Langdon killed the first fox of the sea- 
son. A fox hunting party started out bright and early 
on Oct. 1 from Tapleyville. Mr. D. S. Brown was the 
lucky man this time. On the whole, I think quail, wood- 
cock and gray squirrels are fairly plenty, with partridges 
scarce, owing principally to illegal snaring. 
John W. Babbitt. 
We advised Mr. Babbitt to communicate with the 
Massachusetts Rod and Gun Club (Henry J. Thayer, 
Sec'y, State street Exchange Building, Boston), whose 
detectives have done capital work in suppressing the 
snares; and under date of Oct. 6 he writes: 
"Yours received, mentioning the Massachusetts Rod 
and Gun Club as an association which would probably 
prosecute the game snarers of Middleton. I under- 
stand that such action has been taken, and one of the 
men was arrested last week and convicted, being caught 
with two partridges just taken from his snare." 
A Florida Diana. 
Brooksville, Fla., Sept. 25. — Editor Forest and 
Stream: Hernando county is now much exercised over 
a picture, another "Diana after the Chase," of which it 
is justly proud, -and which it thinks is worthy a place in 
the art galleries of the Paris Exposition, the subject 
being Miss Virginia B. Tucker, the accomplished daugh- 
ter of Capt. J. F. Tucker, of this place, a vivacious 
brunette, and a great favorite in society. 
Late one afternoon Miss Tucker shouldered her gun, 
and followed by her pointer, strolled off into the ham- 
mock near by in quest of game. In a very short time 
she returned, bearing a squirrel and trailing from a stick 
thrown over her shoulder a rattlesnake 6ft. long, 
equipped with eight rattles and a button. The dog at 
her side had suddenly sprung back in terror, and glan- 
cing quickly around she beheld not 4ft. away the glit- 
tering folds of the monster partially concealed in a 
bunch of palmetto. So quickly did her shot follow the 
discovery that the honorable old fellow had not time 
to sound his tocsin before he had parted with the greater 
portion of his head. 
With stately tread the victor led in the triumphant 
procession, and when she threw down before an awe- 
struck crowd the still writhing snake there was not the 
least suggestion in step or voice of the slightest trepi- 
dation. The snake skin is being carefully tanned, to 
be fashioned into a belt, which the huntress will orna- 
ment with the rattles and wear as a trophy of that 
proud day. ' A Devotee. 
Deer of Canachagala Lake. 
Mr. Byron E. Cool, of North Lake, sends this note of 
deer killed in Canachagala Lake, in the Adirondack?: 
"'Canachagala Lake is situated three miles from" the head 
of North Lake and one mile from Bisbey Lake. The 
Adirondack League Club owns nearly all of the land sur- 
rounding the lake and has had men stationed at North 
Lake, also at Bisbey Club, to warn people from tres- 
passing upon their lands and to keep poachers (as they 
call them) from hunting and fishing upon any waters 
within their preserve, so that few have dared to go 
that way this season. Last week men in the employ of 
the State were sent there to repair the State dam. They 
found two deer that had been shot, stones tied to their 
necks and sunk in the lake. They had been killed some 
time, perhaps before the season opened, for they' had 
decomposed, so that they came to the surface and were 
easily found. The two deer found were does, and as no 
part of them had been taken away it looks as if they 
Cad been killed by floating, for in still-hunting one can 
jienerally tell if it is a buck or a doe before he shoots. 
No doubt whoever did this killing was some one who 
wanted a pair of antlers to take home, so that he could 
show his friends what a sportsman he was. He may 
have been in looks, but he certainly was far from it in 
principle. Deer are poor in flesh this year, the same be- 
ing the reports from other parts of the woods. We have 
a record of twenty-three deer killed in the vicinity of 
North Lake so far this season. That does not include 
any that have been pickled." 
A Virginia Game Center. 
A correspondent writes from Licking, in Goochland 
county, Va.: I am here about two miles from the James 
River, near Irwin Station, James River Division of the 
Chesapeake & Ohio Railway Company, and about 
thirty-five miles above Richmond. The country round 
about, within a radius of twelve miles, is a splendid game 
country. Quail are exceptionally numerous this season. 
Wild turkeys are fairly numerous. Besides these there 
are deer, ruffed grouse, geese, ducks, squirrels, hares 
and a few woodcock. The bunting season opens on Oct. 
15, and lasts until Jan. 1. Readers of Forest and 
Stream . contemplating a Virginia hunting excursion 
would do well, I am sure, to correspond with Airs. C. 
L. Leake, of Licking, respecting opportunities and ac- 
commodations. 
Shifts and Expedients. 
Brewer, Me. — It seems really curious how people 
far apart do the same things. Col Mather tells of ex- 
tracting a tooth with bullet moulds. I once had one 
extracted in the same way. I have had a boot mended 
with a waxed end made by putting a beaver's smeller 
on instead of a hog's bristle: the cut was close to the 
sole, where needles could not be used, and we had no 
bristles. I have seen Hiram L. Leonard, the rod- 
maker, make a hunting watch out of one which had a 
broken crystal by cutting a round piece out of an old 
tin dish, concaving it with a bullet mould and filing 
its edges till it was a perfect fit, M. Hardy, 
Grouse in Cen '. r 
Ithaca, N. Y., Oct. 8. — As the open game season ad- 
vances it discloses a pretty fair supply of ruffed grouse. 
Some hard shooting was had on these birds at the be- 
ginning of the season, when they were fresh and guile- 
less, and many a two-third grown grouse went limp into a 
capacious coat pocket during the early days of Septem- 
ber. The birds are now furnishing magnificent sport, 
and the sportsman in quest of a day's shooting will 
find Geer's Gulf, just south of this city, the covers around 
Newfield. West Danby, Spencar Summit, Van Ettcnville 
and the lake country east of Cayuga lake, fruitful grounds 
to hunt over. 
Gray squirrels are numerous in all the suitable timber 
about Ithaca,, Candor, West Danby, North Lansing, 
Etna, Genoa, Enfield and Mecklenburg. Herbert Wil- 
son reports having shot a fox squirrel in the vicinity of 
Ithaca recently, the first one reported seen hereabouts in 
a number of years. Rabbits are plentiful enough to 
furnish a spirited measure of sport in the gray Novem- 
ber days to come. M. Chill. 
The Pump Gun. 
Pumptown, Va., Sept. 24.— Editor Forest and Stream: 
The only thing I have to say in comment on Mr. Hop- 
kins' word for the pump gun is that he has overlooked 
or at least not noted the tendency of this facile arm to 
promote rapid shooting, which means shooting excess. 
The man with the pump shoots and shoots and keeps on 
shooting; when if he had an ordinary gun he'd have to 
stop. The pumper does not belong to the Shooters' 
Moderation Society. Single Barrel. 
Wisconsin Deer. 
Mr. C. J. Coon, of Woodruff, Trout Lake, Wis., a 
country which has not been much hunted, records that 
the deer, always plenty, are apparently now on the in- 
crease there. It is a section which may be recom- 
mended for its hunting opportunities. 
\m Ht\tl $ivjqr «fjjis1\ing. 
Proprietors of fishing and hunting resorts will find it profitable 
to advertise them in Forest and Stream. 
Where to go. 0 
One important, useful and considerable part of the Forest and 
Stream's service to the sportsmen's community is the information 
given inquirers for shooting and fishing resorts. We make it our 
business to know where to send the sportsman for large or small 
game, or in quest of his favorite fish, and this knowledge is freely 
imparted on request. 
On the other hand, we are constantly seeking information of this 
character for the benefit of our patrons, and we invite sportsmen, 
hotel proprietors and others to communicate to us whatever may be 
of advantage to the sportsman tourist. 
Down Among the Fishes. 
In Two Parts— Part Two. 
"But of all critters on this created airth, on the land or 
in the water, or in the air above 'em, them men's the 
wust," continued the patriarchal pike, with an involun- 
tary quiver of the fins. "They al'ays was, when they 
hadn't norhin' but bone hooks an' stone spears, an' 
bark lines an' nets, an' they git wus an' wus. The 
more we l'arn the more they l'arn, a-contrivin' new con- 
traptions faster'n we git the hang of ol' ones, an' the 
scarcer we git, the thicker them pesky two-legged, gab- 
bin', walkin' frogs gits. Wherever the's water for a 
fish to swim in, they're arter us from the brooks that 
hain't deep enough to cover you fellers' backs to the sea 
that's Salter' n a pork rind frog, an' as deep as from here 
to the sky. 
"A salmon 'at come from it up here tol' me all about 
it. He was spawned 'way up here, an' when he got 
growed about as big as them little cusses that stan's 
back there a-gawpin,' him an' his brothers an' sisters 
put for the sea, where their father an' mother come 
from. They useter come back here every year, till 
th em blasted men built so many dams acrost the rivers 
an' filled the water so full o' sawdust an' stuff a salmon 
couldn't stan' it, an' now they don't come no more. 
"That ol' salmon he'd been everywhere, an' seen most 
everything, an' so he knowed soinethin'; an' me an' him 
was thick as mud if he was a hey due. 
"Wal, he tol' me how them men up an' tackled 
whales. Yes, sir; an' killed 'em too, for all they're a 
hundred times bigger'n any man every you see. Why, 
he tol' me 'at he heard his gran'father tell how 'at he'd 
heard it 'from his'n, an' so on, 'way back, how a whale 
swallered a man oncte without chawin'. an' that ere 
tamal man lay 'round inside of him three whole days 
an' nights without startin' a hair, so the whale gin him 
up for a tough cud an' hove "him ashore, 'an' you can- 
scale me if he didn't walk right off an' go to preachin'. 
"But there's sharks in the sea, some like us, only big- 
ger, an' when they git a holt of a man they chaw him 
up till he can't kick, let alone gab. Them sharks make 
a reg'lar business of eatin' men, an' I wish they'd a 
lot on 'em come up here. 
"Wal, as I was a-sayin', them men's al'ays arter us 
fish from the time we're just big enough for bait till 
we're knocked out some way or 'nother, an' that makes 
me think o' the first time one on 'em tackled me. 
"It was along late in the fall, when all the weeds in 
the ma'sh was dead an' rusty, an' the wind had thrashed 
the last wild oats, so't the ducks had to dive to git 
'em off'm the bottom, an' the wil' geese come a-sloshin' 
in to stay over night an' off again in the mornin" with 
the north wind a-chasin' 'em with both hands full o' 
snow squalls a-siftin' out betwixt the fingers. Then 
one night it quit a-yellin an' whistlin 'through the weeds, 
but the breath on't hung over 'em cold enough to nip 
the life out'n anything that didn't wear fur or featb&rs. 
The mushrats put the last wisp o' thatch out their 
housen an' took a good-by mouthful o' free air that 
night, an' next mornin' the whole crick lay quiet as 
moonshine, ma'sh an' channel under a sheet of ice an 
inch thick an' so clear you'd bump your nose ag'in it 
if you didn't look mighty sharp, 
"Thinks, says I, them cussed men can't go in them 
boats no more, an' we sha'n't be bothered by 'em for 
a spell anyway, nor kingfishers, nor hawks, nor cranes 
nuther, for the' can't nothin' git at us from above. I 
hadn't more'n said it afore I hear'd the ice a-creakin' 
an' a-ringin' over my head, an' tip I went to see what 
all the rumpus was. Fust thing I bumped my nose ag'in 
the ice, an' whilst I lay up ag'in it along come a shadder 
an' then one o' them men, a young one, a-straddlin' 
'long on some iron runners, an' then down_come suthin' 
ker-slam right over me an' knocked me insensible. I 
wa'n't so big as those little cusses out there, an' didn't 
know much more proberbly, but when I come to what 
little I did know, the little man had got a hole chopped in 
the ice an' was a-reachin' one of his hands, red as perch's 
fin, down arter me an' a-hollerin' to another one of his 
own sort, 'I've stunted a good one, Jim!' 
"Just as he got a holt on me I got a wiggle on me 
an' slid out'n his fingers like an eel. The wiggle an' 
the squeeze shot me off. furder'n he could reach, into 
deep water, an' pretty soon I got all right in my head 
and body. 1 tell ye, I laid low arter that 'til the ice got 
so thick you couldn't see the sun through it, nor scarcely 
daylight 'nough to ketch a minny, 
"Then they cut holes through it an' let dowa hooks 
with live minifies on 'em, too big for me to swaller, 
but many is the good pickerel an' pike I saen go 
a-squirmin' an' a-strugglin' up through them holes, never 
to come back ag'in. I could hear 'em a-slappin' the ice 
a spell, but it didn't last long in the cold, dry air up 
there. 
"One day one on 'em got shoved back scutne way 
arter he was froze stiff as a bill-fish's bill, an' I'll be 
speared if he didn't thaw out an' come to as lively as a 
water-bug. You bet your gills, he looked out for 'min- 
ifies wi' a hook in 'em arter that. 
"It run along four, five year arter that winter afore 
I got into another scrape with a man, as' then it was 
one on 'em in a boat a-draggin' a piece of pork an' 
red cloth on the end of thirty foot o' string. I knowed 
the thing wa'n't no sort o' fish, but I was just fo«l 
enough to git a holt on 't to find out what it was; an' 
I found out more'n I wanted to, for I got a hook in the 
thin o' my jaw. The ol' bow-back quit a-paddlin' an' 
gin his pole a yank that tore a slit in my jaw an inch 
long, air lucky for me he did, for when I buckled to 
an' swam faster'n he pulled, the hooked dropped out, an' 
I showed him my tail mighty sudden. 
"A few years arter that some cuseed man got up a 
shiny, yaller thing that looked some like a young perch, 
an' lots o' our relations got fooled with 'em, for thera 
was two big hooks fastened to it that hung to your jaw 
like a blood-sucker to a mud turkle's leg. I seen some 
on 'em get yanked on the journey to the fryin'-pan^ an 
I didn't try titles wi' the brass clam shell, but by an by 
some feller fixed up a cuter contrivance that went skivm' 
through the water slick as a shiner, an' looked so tempt- 
in* 'at I jest had to shet on to it same as our friend here 
did to-day, an' I got the same sass, a hook in my jaw 
an' two more just ready for the job. 
"I tried to break the string, but it hel like death, 
easin' up on me when I'd git the best pull on it an 
haulin' on me every time I stopped to rest my fins. The 
hole in my jaw wore pretty big, an' just 'fore I got 
tuckered I happened to think o' my ol' trick o' runnin 
up on the string, an' I tried it for a last chance. The 
wa'n't none too much room, an' I didn't get a good slack 
till I was right alongside the boat, an' under the man 3 
hand. Then I ducked my head an' dropped the hook, 
an' down I went, heavin' a finful o' water int' the feller's 
face 'at left him a-winkin' an' cussin' in a way 'at most 
spilte his luck for that day. I tell you that slack-line 
kink is the best one I know Avhen a feller gits his jaw 
snagged; but the best way is to steer clear of all con- 
traptions 'at has got a string hitched^ to em, an thet 3 
my rule, hungry or mad or on a tear." 
A big lout of a German carp, who had remained un- 
observed while he was listening among the weeds, now 
pushed forward and remarked, with an air of superior 
wisdom: . , « , , 
"Veil my vrents, I dells you vat vid you de madcler 
vas, dat you eats oudt de flesh altogeder, de fish de 
vorm ant de vrog. Now if you dakes only de fegetable 
you vas not be drouble, vor you vinds not in dat de 
hook effer. I vas lif here von year, ant I vas not be 
gatch alretty." ., . , 
"Hello, ol' Sour Kraut! Is that you a-talkm ? criftd 
the old pike, turning himself slightly to rob a scopfttl 
eye upon the intruder. "Wal, now, I'll tell ye what s 
the matter wi' you. You're so dumb mis able the don t 
nobody want ye enough to try to ketch ye!" 
"Vat vor de beobles pring us all de ozean agros^ \\ 
ve don't vorth somedings? Dey haf you blenty alretty! 
said the carp, growing red in the gills. , 
"Yes." the pike grimly conceded, " an the s Span- 
iards an' Dutchmen, an' the devil knows what, has 
fetched 'emselves over here when the' was enough better 
folks a-livin' here a'readv. Red as salmon they was, an 
decenter behaved 'an folks is now. A fish could live 
then wi'out runnin' ag'in forty diffunt ways o gittin 
killed." ' . , , , r1 
"Dey dont' know how to lit on de fegidaple like ve 
does. Dat de druple vas vid you!" the carp retorted. 
"Why don't you go up int' the lots an eat cl oyer an 
cabbages, an' leave the water to fish that wants it? You 
taste o' ma'sh weeds so't the devil couldn't eat ye, an^ 
tough hain't no name for you. I chawed on one o 
your young tins till I got tired, an' my mouth tasted 
wus'n if a familv o' mushrats had slep' m it. . 
"You haf not de guldivadet balate, you vild Amen - 
gans," the German remarked, with offensive superiority. 
"Now you git out o' here wi' your Dutch airs afore 
I bite ye!" the old pike snapped out so angrily and with 
so threatening a movement that the carp scuttled away 
among the weeds, whose swaying tops marked his pon- 
derous progress. 
"Them furreign fellers makes me sick wi trie airs 
