FoMtiST AMD STREAM. 
[Nov. 26, 1898. 
go for another day, but this was mere than human na- 
ture could stand. I volunteered to shoulder H.'s and 
B.'s ducks, and we continued on down through the field. 
Tuck made a pretty point, which being verified by Nip, 
put B. and H. on the qui vive. Whirr! eight fat beauties. 
A pretty double bv B. and a mussy single by H,, in no 
wav helped by the second barrel. Having marked down 
the' first flock, we soon came up with it, adding two more 
to ouf load. Then we divided up weights even, and 
made a cast iron resolve not to shoot again, which, to 
our credit, we kept. 
We raked out from under our quail in our hunting 
coats a well-warmed and bloodied lunch of pickled 
tongue sandwiches, cheese and ginger snaps, which we 
dispatched to the last crumb. Then we trudged home 
through flocks and flocks of chickens and quail— per- 
fectly satisfied that in spite of our heavy load of game we 
had kept within the bounds of fair sportsmen. 
C. G. Blandford. 
Mr. Wakefield's Moose. 
Boston, 'Nov. 16. — Editor Forest and Stream: Al- 
though I am not a regular subscriber to your esteemed 
sportsman's journal, scarcely an issue escapes being read 
by me from cover to cover, even the advertisements. 
Forest and Stream is too well established I presume 
for you to be interested in expressions by any one of 
opinion as to its merits, but feeling obliged to address 
you upon the matter which is to follow, I take pleasure 
in expressing to you my feelings upon the subject. 
Upon page 391 of your last issue there is a short 
article upon "Game from the State of Maine," said 
article being signed Special. In that article you state 
that E. F. Wakefield, of Boston, shot a calf moose at 
Stacyville, on the Bangor & Aroostook Railroad; that 
said moose was seized by the game warden at Bangor, 
and that Mr. Wakefield "plead guilty," was sen- 
tenced and appealed, furnishing bonds for his appear- 
ance at the February term of court. In justice to Mr. 
Wakefield, who is, I am sure, a thorough sportsman, as 
well as an exceedingly good fellow, I wish you would 
kindly correct this misstatement of his case. ]t is true 
that Mr. Wakefield shot a young moose in the vicinity 
of Stacyville, and that upon his arrival in Bangor the 
same was seized by the game wardens as a calf moose, 
but it is not true that Mr. Wakefield "plead guilty." 
He plead "not guilty," was sentenced, and appealed to 
the Superior Court, which meets in February, and he 
furnished bonds for his appearance at that time. 
Now as to the moose in question, the following are 
the facts: Mr. Wakefield was in the woods with Fred 
Gilman as guide, who is one of the well-known guides in 
Maine. They followed this moose for several days and 
nights, and on getting near enough discovered that 
he was a young moose, but that he had horns several 
inches long. They hesitated some time before shooting 
him, but finally decided that he must be at least a year 
and a half or two years old. He weighed between 350 
and 40olbs. Now the game law in Maine reads that a 
cow or calf moose shall not be killed under certain 
penalty, but it does not describe what shall be considered 
a calf moose, that is to say, whether his age shall be 
three months, six months, or a year. Among the sports- 
men with whom I am acquainted there has prevailed the 
opinion that a calf moose was one without any horns, so 
it seems to me in the case under consideration the court 
will have considerable trouble to convict Mr. Wake- 
field, under the law as it now stands, of having killed a 
calf moose. I was on the train with Mr. Wakefield, re- 
turning from a week's hunting in Aroostook county, at 
the time that this affair took place. I heard the facts 
stated to one of the game wardens, who was present, and 
he expressed his opinion that the warden who seized the 
moose had made a mistake. The part which *I wished 
especially to correct, however, was the statement that 
Mr. Wakefield "plead guilty," which would lead people to 
believe that he knew at the time he made the shot that 
he was transgressing the law; such was not the case, as 
he is not the sort of a man who goes into the woods 
for that purpose. 
I trust that you will kindly publish such parts of this 
letter as will correct that statement and the impression 
that might follow from it. Howard F. Butler. 
Ontario Deer. 
Mr. W. E. Davis, General Passenger Agent of the 
Grand Trunk Railway, writes from Montreal under date 
of Nov. 17: 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
Inclosed I send you an item which appeared in the 
Toronto Evening News, relative to the deer hunting in 
the northern part of the Province of Ontario: 
"Fully 6.000 sportsmen are now ranging the northern 
hunting grounds in chase of deer. This is the estimate 
of Chief Game Warden Tinsley, based upon the number 
. t licenses issued this season to hunUrs and settlers. This 
official further calculates that each of these 6,000 sports- 
men kills at least one deer on an average. 
" 'At that rate,' said the reporter, 'the deer ought to be 
decreasing, ought they not?' 
" 'On the contrary,' rtplied the game ward^L. 'they 
are increasing. The clearing of large timber tracts and 
their replacement in the course of nature by thick under- 
growth is one of the prime factors in this increase, for it 
not only affords ^otpction to the deer in places im- 
penetrable by hrn'.smLn, but also gives them a better 
supply of, food. Nobody can gauge the vast number of 
deer in the north, as they are scattered over such a 
wide district.' " 
That the deer are increasing each year throughout 
the part of the country referred to is owing to the fact 
that the open season only runs from Nov. 1 to 15, and 
during the close s'fsstew *he game wardens and inspectors 
are very much alert foir utty breach of the law. 
The close season bidrig jo long, one would naturally 
think that the deer would be exceedingly wild and hard 
to approach, but the fact is that it is quite the opposite, 
and to illustrate this fact 1 am instructing our photogra- 
pher at Norway, Me., to send you copy of a snapshot 
photograph of a deer taken in the Muskoka Lakes dis- 
trict this fall. 
The Quebec Club's Fortieth Annual 
. Montreal, Nov. 15. — It is a well-known fact that 
when a number of keen and enthusiastic sportsmen 
gather together in festivity the occasion cannot fail to 
be an exceptionally merry one, and no more ample proof 
of this could be given than that furnished by the fortieth 
annual dinner of the Fish and Game Protection Club of 
the Province of Quebec, held in the St. Lawrence Hall 
last night, which will linger in the memories of those who 
were fortunate enough to be present as being in its 
nature one of the most successful and enjoyable dinners 
they had ever attended. 
This is certainly the case so far as the club itself is con- 
cerned, as both as far as the numbers who attended, and 
the enthusiasm which pervaded the whole gathering 
throughout the evening, were concerned, the dinner was 
one of the most representative and successful held during 
its history. 
The members and guests, numbering upward of eighty 
in all, were accompanied on their entry to the dining 
room, which had been carefully and tastefully decorated 
for the occasion, by the inspiriting strains of the pipes, 
which were continued at intervals during the evening. 
Mr. J. T. Finnic, M. D., the president of the club, pre- 
sided at the head of the table, having at either side of 
him the guests of the .evening, namely, His Worship 
Mayor Prefontaine, Mr. W. E. Davis, Major Gourdeau, 
Deputy Minister of Marine and Fisheries; C. E. E. 
LTssher, C. P. R., and Dr. Drummond. 
After the toast of the Queen had been proposed and 
enthusiastically honored, Dr. Finnie rose to propose the 
toast of the Fish and Game Club. He traced briefly the 
history of the club since its origin forty years ago. He 
referred with feelings of gratification to the gentlemen 
who had stood by the club throughout its many vicissi- 
tudes. Commenting upon the recent accounts published 
of the wholesale slaughter of game carried on in the 
Province, he believed that in order to cope at all with 
the difficulty it would be necessary to reframe entirely 
the law dealing with the killing of game in the Province 
ci Quebec. He thought that if the game laws were car- 
ried out as they ought to be, the number of sportsmen 
who would visit Canada and the good that would be done 
the country thereby would be largely increased. _ 
Dr. Drummcnd, in replying to this toast, said that 
there has never been a time in the history of our Province 
when these interests required more sharp and aggres- 
sive guarding than they do at the present moment. He 
then quoted the report of the wholesale slaughter of fish 
and game in the county of Ottawa, Quebec. 
"This horrible slaughter of the innocents," he said, 
"is seldom done for the purpose of appeasing the pangs 
of hunger. We don't read in the papers that settlers in 
the neighborhood of Labelle or other parts of Quebec 
have been compelled to kin so many deer and catch 
so many fish in order to avoid starvation. No — and I 
question very much if -the hard working pioneer of the 
forest is as a rule responsible for the destruction of 
more game and fish than he actually requires for his 
temporary wants, and if he does sin to any appreciable 
extent, it is largely because of ignorance, and the here- 
ditary training which has taught him that the fish and 
game are his to take whenever he sees fit to do so. The 
poor settler, although of necessity an all-round crafts- 
man, and capable of making nearly everything pertaining 
to his daily wants, has not yet mastered the art of manu- 
facturing powder and lead; with him, too, money is a 
scarce commodity, and he certainly has neither time, nor 
I trust inclination, to go out every day on a wholesale 
butchering expedition. But the individuals whom I do 
blame are those fiends in human shape who are largely 
recruited from the towns and cities, and who go into the 
woods or on the lakes and streams to make a record. 
"In conclusion, I would respectfully, but firmly urge 
upon the French and English press, city and rural, con- 
tinually to keep their readers in touch with everything 
pertaining Jo the fish and game of the Province, and due 
observance of the laws regarding the same. 
"We have as Canadians a God-given heritage, of which 
we, as honest and intelligent men, are the natural guar- 
dians; it is a great trust, a tremendous responsibility, and 
if we fail to render a faithful stewardship, it will be to 
our national shame and disgrace." 
Dr. Drummond, who is the author of the book of 
Canadian verse entitled "The Habitant," and containing 
"The Wreck of the Jule Laplante," concluded with this 
happy bit of verse, intended to hold up to ridicule, and 
point out as a type of huntsman to be abhorred, that ex- 
crescence of the true sportsman who is known by the 
self-amlied and truly descriptive characterization of 
"sport." - . j> 
Die: Hunting 
By an Expert. 
You see I was there on the runway 
Just near where it enters the lake. 
Couldn't get better place if I tried, 
For the deer would be certain to take 
To the water the moment he saw it, 
And then I could pump in the lead 
At ten or a dozen yards' distance 
Till I couldn't help killing him dead. 
(Oh, 'twas great iport.) 
(And the excitement!) 
There I sat watching and waiting 
For maybe an hour or two; 
I could hear my poor heart go a' throbbing, 
And once when a chipmunk drew 
Near to my trembling ambush, 
1 had almost pulled trigger, when 
He ran up a silver birch tree, 
And I saw 'twas a chipmunk then. 
(But 'twas great!) 
I could see the bright leaves of the autumn 
Sprinkling the forest floor, 
Each leaf all bespattered with crimson 
As if dip't in the blood of more 
Than a thousand innocent victims; 
But pshaw! 'twas the frost and rain, 
So I said to myself, "Old Fellow, 
Brace up! Be a man again!" 
(And I braced.) 
Then suddenly over the hillside, 
Where the hounds killed a fawn last year, 
An echo kept ringing, ringing, 
'Twas the baying of "Chanticleer." 
"He's get him at last," I murmur, 
"And the old dog will make him jump," 
So my hold on the rifle tightened, 
While my heart went thumpety-thump, 
(Holy murder!) 
Here he comes down the pathway, 
Good Lord! how he must have run. 
But with "Chanty" let out on the homestretch, 
Don't suppose he enjoyed the fun, 
Hardly able to bring his legs with him. 
Well! don't get excited yet. 
Just wait till he reaches the water, 
Then "fill" him before he gets wet. 
Keep still! Why, I hear him breathing, 
And now he has passed so close 
The point of my rifle could touch him 
And easily give him a dose., 
Just see how he jumped when he smelt me, 
And look how he struggles and pants, 
But I'll wait till he gets to the water 
And give a poor devil a chance. 
"(That's right, isn't it?)* 
And now he has entered the water, 
And when he's gone ten yards or so 
I bang away. Bang! with the Marlin, 
Till 1 find that I've killed a doe. 
But a nice little doe, I can tell you, 
Is better than nothing at all, 
So if Providence only spares me 
I'll try it again next fall. 
(D. V.) 
Vice-Chairman I. H. Stearns, in proposing the health 
of the guests, referred in terms cf high praise to Mayor 
Prefontaine, and the other distinguished gentlemen who 
were present as guests. His Worship the Mayor replied 
to the toast in a few felicitous sentences. He did not 
speak, he said, as mayor of Montreal, but as a member of 
the club, and as a sportsman. He had often wondered 
why in the Province of Quebec, the premier Province 
for sport in the Dominion, the laws governing the killing 
of fish and game were not in a better condition. He 
thought that the people of this Province were not yet 
fully alive to the situation, and pointed out that the 
wholesale shipping of fish and game into the United 
States, as at present carried on, was doing an almost 
irreparable injury to the interest of sport in this coun- 
try. He suggested that at the next session of the Legis- 
lature of Quebec the club should advance a plea asking 
that a law be passed prohibiting the sale of game into 
the United States, and added that he was ready to go 
with them and support and give them whatever help lay 
in his power to gain their end. 
His Worship's remarks were received with much ap- 
plause. Major Gourdeau and Mr, Ussher and Mf. 
.Davidson also replied for the guests.. The toasts of the 
Ladies and the Press were also made and suitably re- 
sponded to. 
During the evening a number of choice musical selec- 
tions and enjoyable songs and recitations by members 
of the club were rendered, adding much to the pleasure 
of the festivities, which continued until an early hour in 
the morning. 
The Doctor's Doubles. 
Doctor Hornblower was a crack shot. That is a 
fact. The Doctor himself said so, and what the Doctor 
says "goes." Yes, I know there are some things that, 
"go" without doing very much after all— squibs, and 
firecrackers, and bad eggs, and tin horns, and toot, 
pop, splutter, and — this is a very senseless digression, 
as it has nothing whatever to do with the story. I re- 
peat it — nothing whatever. He certainly was a crack 
shot, and took much pleasure in the chase, as many 
crack shots do. 
Now in the good and quiet city wherein the Doctor 
lived dwelt many others of the sons of men whose heart- 
strings twanged responsively to the whir of wing and crack 
of gun, and tver and anon would the genial Doctor say 
unto certain of these, "Come, let us gather ourselves to- 
gether, beat our plowshares into weapons, gird up our 
loins and go forth to seek the grouse in his lair." And for 
a time many went forth rejoicing. But the Doctor 
was a man of might and wondrous skill, and although 
of them who went with him there were many who, in 
other company, cut down the swift-winged birds with 
fatal regularity, yet with the Doctor they,, prevailed not 
at all; for, though they were quick, the Doctor was 
cjuicker, and was moreover very keen and skillful in the 
difficult practice of simultaneous discharges — that "why! 
did you shoot?" custom. It was one of his pleasant 
little" jokes to pull trigger just as his companion's gun 
cracked, and then to say with a benevolent smile, as he 
picked up the bird (he always did his own retrieving), 
"What's that? Your bird? You didn't hear me shoot? 
Why, mj dear boy, I shot just as you did. I don't 
think yon touched it, for I saw just where my shot 
struck it, and yours clipped a bush just behind ..its tail. 
Never mind, don't get discouraged; you'll have better 
luck next time. Charming day for sport— charming." 
Now this policy was very fine — for the Doctor — but — 
well, yes — it was discouraging to his companions. It 
happened every time. Even when they thought the 
Doctor was out of sight, he would often step from be- 
hind a bush, smile, explain, retrieve and* pocket. 
After a time the Doctor had to find new companions 
for every hunt; and after that again he found the habit 
of going alone. For a while he prospered not so well; 
had bad luck, aye, worse, no luck. ' Bu£... there came a 
day, and on the evening of that day— about the eighth 
hour of the P. %. part of the day-^the proud and skill- 
ful Doctor strode into a lounging plage of sportsmen 
bearing half a score and four of most phifnp and excellent 
grouse. 
"Well. Doctor, that is a fine bunch. Shoot them all 
to-dayr A 
