May 19, 1900.1 
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authorize a State to interdict the importation of game, 
legally killed is that in the State of New York or some, 
other State men fraudulently circumvent the law by 
taking an animal or a bird legally killed and hanging it 
up and then selling contraband birds or game under 
that sign. I submit if it would not be more practicable 
and insure a better execution of the- law to have the 
State Legislatures and the State courts to punish these 
rascals for violating local laws. It will, require proof to 
convict in a Federal as well as in a State court. The 
case will not be mended by creating a new Federal crime. 
Mr. Lacey: We have that. This does not attempt to. 
punish the shipment. If the shipment of the birds killed 
in Virginia is not in violation of the laws of Virginia, the 
Federal statute does not apply; but when hung up in the 
market the laws of New York would appljr, and the whole 
matter is left to them, and they, in their discretion, have 
the right to say whether they will prohibit it at all or 
allow the birds to be sold. 
Mr. Adamson: Now, permit nie one more remark. Mr. 
Chairman, rather than prohibit the people in a sister 
State which sees proper to adopt its own provisions as. 
to when game may be legally killed — rather than to^ 
authorize the State of New York or any other State to 
legislate in contravention of the rights of these people, I 
think it would be much easier, much wiser, much more 
consistent with good policy and sound reasoning, to 
leave New York and every other State to punish its own 
crimes by enacting and executing State law,s. There 
is no use for any member, much less a lawyer, getting up 
here and talking about the inability of a State Legislature 
to provide for the punishment of open, palpable, fraudu- 
lent conduct, such as is described by the gentlemaix from 
Iowa, because there are laws governing and regulating 
interstate commerce. 
If the dealer in New York takes a buck or a turkey 
from another State, killed in season, lawfully killed, law- 
fully carrier into the State of New York, and he uses 
it as a sign, a blind, under cover of which to sell con- 
'traband game killed unlawfully in his own State, there 
is no question about the ability of the State law to reach 
him, and that is far better, unutterably better than to call 
on Congress to do everything for the people. 
Mr. Henry, of Mississippi: I am like the gentleman 
from Iowa, a lover of birds; but I would like to ask him 
how this will affect Porto Rico, which is one of our 
possessions? Does it extend there? 
I Mr. Lacey: If this law could go ex proprio vigore, it 
might be well. [Laughter.] But there are very few 
birds in Porto Rico. That is one of the things that 
strikes one in crossing that island. They are as scarce 
as wild birds are around Washington. 
Mr. Adamson: I will suggest that the English sparrow 
will have no trouble in going to Porto Rico or elsewhere 
ex proprio vigore. [Laughter.] 
Mr. Lacey: I think he can go anywhere. 
Mr. Henry, of Mississippi: He does not have to follow 
the flag; he goes anywhere. 
Mr. Lacey: He follows all flags. Now, Mr. Chairman, 
I ask that the bill be read for amendment. 
Mr. Payne: I want to ask the gentleman from Iowa 
a question. When this bill was up before, the milliners 
of the country were engaged in the very laudable purpose 
of killing ofif the sparrows and using their skins, by the 
aid of the art of coloring, which had reached a very high 
degree of perfection, in imitating all the birds in the world 
o£ beautiful and variegated plumage. The bill as origi- 
nally reported would have destroyed this industry and 
put an end to the most laudable effort in the world — that 
of eliminating, as far as possible, the Enghsh sparrow.^ I 
wish to ask the gentleman whether the amendment which 
he has offered is acceptable to those people who are 
engaged in that laudable undertaking? 
Mr. Lacey: This substitute for section 5 has been 
drawn with' reference to that very proposition. The 
gentleman from Ohio (Mr. Burton) has been endeavor- 
ing to protect the interests of the people referred to by 
the gentleman. There was no attempt or idesire to in- 
terfere with the milliners in the killing of birds that are 
not protected by State laws or birds that are not useful 
to man and for whose protection the various States have 
not legislated. After this amendment was drawn it was 
submitted to the gentleman from Ohio, acting in behalf 
of the people interested in that direction. They insisted 
that they were not killing off the insectivorous birds and 
the song birds; that the statement which has been made 
in regard to advertising for so many thousand skins 
of birds in Delaware was not true; they insisted that they 
had no desire for anything of that kind. I then suggested, 
"If you do not desire to deal in birds which are being 
protected by State laws, this amendment can be modified 
so as to meet your views." The modification was made, 
and I agreed to offer such an amendment when the bill 
was called up. Upon that understanding the gentleman 
from Ohio (Mr. Burton) was quite satisfied with the bill. 
Mr. Payne: So there is nothing now in the bill to 
prevent the destruction of the English sparrow wherever 
found? 
Mr. Lacey: Nothing whatever. Most of the States and 
towns have given bounties for the kiUing of these pests. 
The question was taken; and there were — ^yeas 142, nays 
26, answered "present" 16, not voting 168. 
Staten Island Quail. 
Prince's Bay, Staten Island, N. Y., May 10. — Editor 
Forest and Stream: At our last Legislature Assemblyman 
Hon. Geo. Metcalf had a bill passed protecting quail in 
Richmond county until the season of 1903. A few of us 
got together and bought a few dozen quail and let them out 
in this vicinity last week. We purchased our birds from 
a reliable advertiser in Forest and Stream, and they are 
all right — ^just as represented. I have heard since that 
a number of quail were liberated a few miles from here in 
the vicinity of Tottenville by the gun club of that place. 
They put their quail out at Tottenville just at dusk, and as 
they put the box on the ground to let the birds go, one of 
the men said: "There! There goes one of your quail." 
"I know better." said the man with the box; "I have not 
opened it yet." "But I saw him flutter tbrouch the 
grass." "I guess you are right," said the custodian of 
the box; "I see him crawling Off now." Well, they took a 
quail out of the box gently and placed it on the ground, 
,and right square on a woodcock's nest with four eggs in 
it. So that accourited for the first quail that they thought 
escaped them and fluttered as though wounded off through 
the grass. But they were good boys, and quietly retreated 
from the nest and let the quail out a few rods away. It 
has leaked out lately that one of the members of the gun 
club knew that the woodcock's nest was there, and that 
when the quail came he proposed to set a quail on the 
nest and hatch out a mixed lot of birds; If that is the 
case it is an amusing incident. 
Now that we have at considerable expense and time 
stocked this end of Staten Island with quail, the pot-hunter 
will have to be shy, as a few of us have taken it into our 
heads that we will act p. d. q. if we have evidence that 
our pets have been destroyed contrary to law. So much 
for quail. 
In this week's Forest and Stream I see that Pro Bono 
Publico, from Perth Amboy, N. J., expects to see sold in 
the streets there this year lobsters under 7 inches in 
length which he thinks will be caught in Prince's Bay. I 
don't think he will see any such a sight until Mr. Weeks 
and Mr. Isaac Smith, of this place, stock Prince's Bay 
again with young lobsters. Last year and year before the 
menhaden fishermen caught bushels of young lobsters 
^rom 3 to 6 inches in length, and they were not put back 
in the bay either. If it had not been for those cursed 
drag nets of the menhaden fishermen there would have 
:heen thousands and thousands of good-sized lobsters in the 
khay next fall. ** 
Sport in Northern Washington. 
Last September I went from Canada to- visit a brother 
at Portland, Ore., and to go with him on a hunting and 
fishing expedition to the north end of Lake Chelan, in 
northern Washington. We were ambitious to kill moun- 
tain goats and had been told that we would have a fair 
chance to do so and to bag other large game, while we 
would be sure of first-class trout fishing. 
We traveled via Northern Pacific Railway to Seattle, 
•where we took a Great Northern train to Wenatchee, on 
■the Columbia River, arriving at the latter place between 
midnight and morning. Here we were forty miles from 
Lakeside, at the south end of Lake Chelan, and had the 
•option of going there by stage or by river steamer. We 
chose the former, and set out at 7 A. M. The stage was 
fairly comfortable and the drive most interesting. The 
road followed the river bank most of the way. The coun- 
try where there was no irrigation was, as a rule, covered 
with sage brush. Here and there, however, streams ran 
down to the river from the bluff's, and they were all 
utilized, generally for fruit growing. We passed orchard 
after orchard of peach, plum, pear and apple trees, all ex- 
cept the last loaded with fruit, it being an off season for 
apples. There were also many grapes and large melon 
patches. All the fruit, was of a high quality and of 
finer flavor than that of the more moist climate on the 
west side of the Cascade Mountains. 
We reached Lakeside in the evening, put up at a very 
comfortable hotel, and next morning boarded a steamer 
for a sixty-nine mile trip to the other end of the lake. 
Though so long, the lake is very narrow, lying as it does 
between steep mountains. At no point did it appear 
to be much more than a mile vvide, though distances may 
have been deceptive in the clear atmosphere. The water 
was as clear as crystal and very deep. We were told 
that soundings g^ve 1,400 feet in some places. 
At first the banks ascended gradually, and there were 
flourishing orchards, which, we were told, did not', like 
those along the river, require irrigation. There were 
many pretty cottages, and five miles up an Indian reserva- 
tion with a number of shanties and tepees and a Roman 
Catholic church. 
As we advanced the mountains became more precipitous, 
rising from the water's edge, with summits from 8,000 
to 10,000 feet above sea level, some of which were capped 
with snow and glaciers. The scenery was magnificent 
and repaid us for our journey, sport or no sport. Five 
miles from the upper end of the lake we passed Moore's, 
a tourists' and sportsmen's resort, and at the end were 
two more — Fields' and Purple's. We stopped at the 
latter, as Dan Devore, the guide whom we had engaged, 
makes it his headquarters and had arranged to meet us 
there. 
On landing we found that Dan had not expected us quite 
so soon — had gone up the river and would not be back 
for two days. As we could not hunt goats without him, we 
put in the two days fishing the river. The Stehekin, as it 
is named, is a roaring torrent, having the peculiar milky 
look wliich shows that it is fed from glaciers. It is diffi- 
cult to wade, and we cast our flies from its banks. It con- 
tains two varieties of trout, both of which were new to 
rae. The more numerous is what is called locally, whether 
correctly or not I do not know, the "lake trout." At first 
sight it looks like a rainbow minus the pink stripe, but on 
closer examination it is seen that it has a larger head, 
mouth and teeth, and a broader, square tail, while its belly 
is redder, the red extending a little up on its sides. It is a 
great fighter and a splendid table fish. Those we caught 
varied in weight from about i to 3 pounds. The other fish 
Purple called the bull or Dolly Varden trout, and I 
suppose did so correctly. We caught a few of them, but 
did not think as much of them either for gameness or 
quaUtj' as of the lake trout, though they were the larger 
fish. They were long and rather pike-like in shape, but 
prettily spotted with red and yellow. Between the two 
varieties we had great sport. Some of the fish we had 
cooked at Purple's, and the balance we preserved with 
"Rex," an antiseptic, and brought to Portland. After 
being well soaked in water to remove the "Rex," they 
were very nice. 
On our first day up the river we carried our rifles, as 
we learned that the fresh tracks of three bears had 
been seen a short distance up on the previous day. We 
found the tracks, but did not follow them far. The un- 
dergrowth was so thick that we could not get through it 
without a good deal of noise, and we had hunted bears 
enough to know that we would see none under the cir- 
cumstances. We saw no tracks of other game. It seems 
that there were a good many mule deer along the river a 
few years ago, but it was the old story — they had been 
practically exterminated in the deep snows of the win- 
ters, when exterTDmktiOn was eesy. . 
On reaching Purple's on the evening of the second 
day's fishing, we found Dan Devore on hand with three 
horses and two mules, ready for a start next morning for 
the goat hunt. Dan assured us that there were plenty 
of goats . and guaranteed that he could take us where we 
would be sure of getting some of them. 
We got up early next morning, and after Dan, who is an 
expert with the "diamond hitch." had packed two of the 
horses, he mounted the third, and my brother and I the 
mules, and we started on a seven-mile ride to where we 
were to camp on the bank of the river. There was a 
good road, which had been made for miners, and part of 
which had been blasted out of the rocks. It led us 
through magnificent scenery and close by Rainbow Falls, 
where a small creek tumbles a sheer 300 feet, if I re- 
member rightly, from a precipice, and after running a 
short distance joins the Stehekin. 
Finally we reached Dan's camp, where he had left his 
tent standing close to the river. 
Dan having unloaded the pack horses, we set out for 
our climb up the mountain, my brother going alone and I 
with Dan. The weather was hot and the climbing hard 
on the wind. About half-way up I nearly stepped on a 
3-foot rattlesnake, which we killed with stones. We 
saw a great many bear tracks among berry bushes, but the 
berries were gone, and so were the bears, apparently, for 
we saw none. At last, toward evening, we approached 
the summit, and then we found goat tracks, and where 
the sand was loose, wallows in which, Dan explained, 
goats had rolled when shedding their hair in the 
summer. 
We did not reach the summit, as we found that if we 
kept on it would be nearly dark by the time we got there, 
and as we were not prepared to stay there over night and 
descent would be impossible after darkness set in, we 
turned back. _ Before we had gone far we saw my brother 
descending directly below us. I suggested to Dan that 
we had better take another route, as we could have no 
chance to see any game if we followed my brother. Dan 
approved, and said he would take me by another way, and 
that I would find it pretty rough, but he thought I could 
manage it. Accordingly, we struck off to one side for 
some distance and again turned downward. It was rough 
with a vengeance, and in one place, where we had to work 
along a very steep ledge, covered with loose sand, with 
a perpendicular drop of about 50 feet below, it was de- 
cidedly dangerous. However, we managed to get down 
safely and reached camp just as it was getting dark. 
After supper we had a consultation. It was plain that 
if WG ascended in the same place again and descended 
on the same day, the chance that we would see goats 
would be small, and it appeared that the only way to suc- 
ceed would be to pack blankets up, stay on the summit 
over night and hunt evening and morning. Blankets 
would be indispensable, as the nights were cold on the 
summit. Climbing was hard enough without any bur- 
dens except our rifles. We did not relish the idea of the 
packing, but would have undertaken it had not Dan said 
that he could take us up War Creek trail, which started 
close to Purple's and had been used by soldiers in Indian 
wars. It would be a pretty stiff climb, but the trail 
was good and we could ride all the way and take our pack 
horses with us. We would be sure to see goats, though 
perhaps not as many as were to be found immediately 
above us. _ We decided to take the War Creek trail and to 
start for it next morning. 
While Dan was putting on the packs next morning I 
took a look at the river. There was some likely lookmg 
water, but we had left our rods and tackle at Purple's. 
I found a long, heavy pole, which Dan had used for bait- 
fishing, with a corresponding heavy line attached, and 
finding a fly stuck in my hat band I tied it on. I did 
not attempt to cast, but worked the fly on the surface 
of the water, keeping the line out of it. I. had no idea 
that I would get a rise with such a rig, but a 3-pound 
trout gobbled my fly and I swung him out. The gut 
broke when the line straightened behind me, but the 
fish fell on the rocks and I got him. This was rather 
peculiar dry fly-fishing. 
We reached Purple's in due time, lunched and took the 
War Creek trail. Owing to the steepness of the moun- 
tain and the zigzag course which was necessary, the dis- 
tance we had to cover to reach the summit was between 
seven and eight miles. In many places a slip would have 
meant destruction, but our sure-footed animals did not 
slip, and we rode until we were within perhaps a thousand 
feet of the top, when, as it was beginning to get dark and 
the trail was obstructed in sonie places, we dismounted 
and did the balance of the ascent on foot. Until we 
reached the top we were on the west side of the moun- 
tain and could see fairly well, but as soon as we began 
a short descent on the other side it became as dark as 
Egypt. Dan said that there was a good camping place 
a few hundred y^rds away, but as it would be impossible 
to reach it in the darkness, we would have to put in the 
night a short distance down the slope, where there was a 
spring. We managed to grope our way to it, removed 
packs and saddles, let our animals go, and while Dan made 
coffee and fried flapjacks and the trout which I had caught 
in the morning, my brother and I arranged our bedding. 
There was no level spot for it, and when, after supper and 
a smoke, we turned in we lay with our heads up the 
slope and at such an angle that we were anything but com- 
fortable. Pitching our tent was out of the question, and 
our discomfort was increased by a strong, cold wind, 
which blew all night. 
We were up before daylight, had breakfast, rounded 
up our horses and mules. Dan put on the packs and moved 
to the regular camping ground, in a beautiful grassy 
spot, well sheltered, and close to a pond of snow water, 
which came from a small glacier or large drift just above 
it. In the mud at the edge of the pond we found the 
tracks of a very large bear and a coyote which had been 
there during the night. 
As soon as possible we set out in different directions to 
hunt goats. We stuck to it until noon, covering all the 
ground, or rather rocks, which were accessible without 
a long descent and a climb to another summit. We saw no 
boats, and only one goat track, which crossed the snow 
of which I have spoken, and was some days old. Dan 
was confident of success if we could wait a few days and 
do a little more climbing. We did not doubt him, but 
unfortunately my brother's time was limited, and after 
ditmer we i^bckerd up an^ started for FutfWt* My brother 
