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FOREST AND STREAM. 
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Walter H. Dupee. C. E. Perkins, C. H. Mathies- 
sen, William Nash, Frank Mathiessen, Harold F. Mc- 
Gormick, J. H. Moore, Wm. G. Hibbard, Charles Coun- 
selman, John J. Mitchell, John B. Murphy, Thomas Mur- 
dock, Stewart Spalding, Richard E. Follett. 
The president. Mr. Eckels, Ex-Comptroller of the 
U. S. Treasury, is a j'oung man, but a big man. He 
has been a student of finances all his life, but has never 
believed that business matters ought to be the sole con-_ 
concern of any man. He is the president of a great bank," 
but he takes his big game hunts in the Rocky Mountains 
and enjoys them as much as a boy would. Mr. F. C. 
Donald, a thorough-going sportsman, is one of the most 
prominent railroad men Chicago has ever produced. As 
Chairman of the Central Traffic Association, he has made 
an enviable record. Mr. Follett, General Manager, is a 
sportsman of wide experience, not only in the woods, but 
in the business management of just such enterprises. 
The McCormick family have always been outdoor people, 
ranchmen- and riders. Mr. Harold McCormick is well 
chosen for a place on the officers' list, Mr. Geo. A. 
Thorne is of the firm of Montgomery Ward & Co. He 
is a big game hunter, an athlete and a mountain cHmber. 
He has ascended the Jimgfrau of the Alps, and others of 
the more perilous peaks, and it is his custom to carry 
home his guides and take care of them tenderly. Walt 
Dupee is yet another well known Chicago sportsman, and 
the list of directors could not be better. 
The show will be held Feb. 9 to 24. There will be 
water polo, basket ball, swimming races, high diving, 
and all sorts of popular features. The exhibits of wild 
animals and wild men will be the largest ever assembled. 
Among the rare animals which are promised this show 
are live mountain sheep, live mountain goats and live 
ouananiche. A half , dozen specimens of the latter fisli 
are now waiting in perfect order in the cold Detroit 
River, over in Michigan. There will be very fine dis- 
plays of wildfowl, and of the pheasants which are com- 
ing into notice as future game birds of this country. 
.^11 in all this exposition promises to be a great success, 
and the people of Chicago will enjoy.it. 
Oa the Treatment of a Field Dog. 
Books have been written on the best ways of handling, 
breaking, training and treating hunting dogs. My friend. 
Warren Powell, of Powellville, has not yet written his 
book on this subject, but methinks it should prove an in- 
teresting one when issued. The funny part of it is that he 
alw^ays has a splendid field dog about him, and has broken 
some of the best ones ever known in that part of a very 
practical sort of shooting country. Old Put, the big 
pointer of which I wrote last winter as one of our dogs 
on our hunt down there, was in his time a grand specimen 
of an all-round dcg. He would point deer, run and help 
kill a wolf, point minks, rabbits, quail or anything else, 
never chased a rabbit, never mangled a dead bird, was a 
fine retriever from water, and to cap the climax w^as one 
of the best rat dogs you ever saw. He was an old-time 
meat dog, and his better on chickens or quail was never 
seen. To-day Put is eleven years old and weighs about 70 
pounds. He is so full of rheumatism that it would be 
cruel y to let him hunt, but he howls to be let out when 
the procession starts. He is the very type of a hard 
headed dog, yet Mr. Powell says that he never whipped 
him in his life, even for running rabbits, which latter is 
instinct with any dog. He was just taught as a puppy 
that he must stop when told to do so. 
Mr. Powell's present incumbent is a fine pointer bitch 
called Dorothy, and Mr. Powell has been doing his very 
best for two years to spoil this bitch, and is still unsuc- 
cessful. He knows that he ought not to shoot rabbits 
over her, but he says he just naturally can't help shooting 
a rabbit once in a while when he sees it run. The fol- 
lowing scene we found to be not infrequent. Dorothy is 
discovered pointing very earnestly in a cornfield ; tail mov- 
ing a lit le hit. but a very interested look on her face. To 
her speaks Mr. Powell : "Dolly, you ought to be ashamed 
of j'ourself ; you really ought. Where is it?" 
I^orothy looks properly repentant, but does not break 
the point Mr. Powell goes up to her and admonishes her. 
"Dojly, I have often told you that j'ou have nothing to 
do with fur. It is not noble. You are a bird dog, I want 
you to remember. Dolly, you will break my heait."' At 
this he pushes around in the grass a little with his foot, 
and the rabbit runs. Bang ! and it is a dead rabbit. 
''Come here. Dolly, this moment," Mr. Powell then 
says, and Dorothy comes in very repentant, humbly crawl- 
ing. "Don't you know I can't help shooting rabbits when 
you point 'em Dolly?" says her owner. "Never let me 
see you do this again." Great flourish of a twig broken 
from a tree, which Dolly knows perfectly will never touch 
her hide. The same thing half a dozen times or so dur- 
ing the day. And yet, and this I can say of my own 
knowledge, Dolly is one bird dog out of thousands in her 
excellence, and one could ask no better to kill a bag over. 
She never breaks in on her points, is always going better 
a': dark than at daybreak, and is one of the merriest and 
most eagerly snappy of dogs in working out a trail and 
getting to her points. How it came about I cannot say, 
but she is no example of corporal punishment in dog 
training. 
At night we came home very late — 11 o'clock or so. and 
likely later — after a long day afield and a long part of 
the night spent in coon hunting. Everybody has gone 
to bed. Mr. Powell goes out into the kitchen, puts his 
hunting boots on a chair so they will dry out well, tears 
off a part of the nearest towel to clean the guns. "By 
Jove," he says with sudden recollection, "we've got to 
feed the dog. Now what can I get to feed her?" Com 
bination of the ice box is lost, but we prowl all through 
the panrry, the buttery and the closets of all sorts and de- 
scriptions, A roll of beef suet is found and some bread, 
fresh baked. The suet and a loaf or so of bread vanishes. 
"By Jove," comes again from this marauder, "here''^ 
what they ^yere doing with that suet. Here's four jars of 
mincemeat already put up. You reckon mincemeat is 
good in a semi-canned state for a valuable field dog?" 
His question I was forced to decide in the negative, be- 
cause I knew what would turn out if we left that mince- 
meat alone. It would be mince pies, and mighty good 
ones, to-morrow. Mr. Powell was reluctant to shut Dolly 
off from this opportunity. "It's the chance of her life 
\o get a square fee4," h.« insisteds AU wUiQh, I sub- 
mit, goes to prove that when Mr. Powell's book on dog 
training does come out, it is apt to show certain de- 
partures from the time honored methods of our fathers. 
As to Dorothy herself, we gave her a good hard work- 
ing out one day this Aveek when we were out after the 
quail. It was co'd and rainy and muddy, but we found 
some birds nonetheless. Mr. Harner, Mr. Powell's shoot- 
ing companion at Powellville, made the third of the party, 
and I misdoubt killed more than a third of the birds. He 
had along one of old Put's sons, a grand big pointer that 
he called Rock, and a better meat dog one would need go 
a long way to find. He was as statinch as a rock, surely, 
and when he pointed we knew he had meat every time. 
His great trouble is that he is too staunch. He is one of 
the sort that will stand pointing even if you go home and 
leave him. so when we lost him we simply went to work 
to hunt him up, for nearly always he would be foijnd to 
have a point. Once Dorothy got a nice bevy point on 
some running birds, and we fired a half-dozen shots at 
them as they went up, but still no Rock appeared. We 
went just over the ridge, and found him pointing hard and 
fast on a single, which we killed for him. Almost any 
dog under the circumstances would have broken his point 
and gone to the guns with shooting so close to him. 
With two such dogs it went pretty hard with the quail 
that shoot, and we put about three dozen in the pockets 
without any special difficulty so far as the dogs were con- 
cerned, though some of the high ones, twisting back over- 
head into the timber, cut out the work for the guns pretty 
hard. It was all in all one of the prettiest little shoots I 
have had for a long time, and as an instance of physical 
exercise proved most valuable. I can commend Mr. 
Powell to any one who thinks he can walk, or who thinks 
that he ought to train down a little. We started at 7 130 
in the morning, on foot, and walked out from town, and 
we walked all day. We had our lunches in our pockets, 
each man his own package in his own pocket. We did not 
stop to sit down all day, and ate lunch on the gallop, .so to 
speak, without tea, coffee or water. Mr. Powell regretted 
very much that he had an apple in his hand just the time 
one bevy got up in front of u.s, so he only got one bird at 
the rise. We had supper at dark at a kindly farmer's 
place, and an hour after dark in came a troop of a half- 
dozen more hunters, with a coon dog locally famous in 
Powellville. It seemed that the programme included a 
little hunt by night. The rain that had been falling all 
day was now steady and considerably wet, but out we all 
went and took our medicine like little men. The only 
thing that saved us from hunting till dajdight was the 
fact that the rain was so hard it was impossible for the 
hound to run a trail, though he opened once or twice. 
Some of us sat down on logs a few times, while the dog 
was trying to strike a trail, but I don't remember that I 
saw Mr. Powell sit down that night, and I know he did 
not all day. not even in crossing a fence. He is always 
fit. If you hunt with him j^ou've got to get fit too_ or you 
pass out of the game. Yet what a blessing to a city man 
such a good hard tramp is. In the South it is customary 
to ride hor.seback when quail hunting, and in the West a 
great many go out with a wagon and team. All this is 
not in it with a square heel-and-toe from dawn to dusk 
on your own feet. We had a splendid time, and we 
bagged the biggc-t and heaviest lot of quail I ever saw. 
Mr. Harner and Mr. Powell weighed two of the birds they 
had killed, and they weighed an even pound between them. 
They were surely good flyers. 
It was always my personal belief that good quail shoot- 
ing with good dogs and good companions is about the 
pleasantest sport we have in America. As much de- 
pends on the dogs and friends as upon the supply of the 
birds. On our little hunt at Powellville all the requisites 
were present. Beside that, I learned some things about 
I raining and feeding the hunting dog, which till that time 
had been outside my ken. All I can say is that the system 
works, and produces good bird dogs, though T .should con 
sider mincemeat a bit expansive as feed. 
There are always odd little incidents coming up in a day 
afield, and we had our share on this day. Once we 
marked down a bevy at the edge of some woods. We 
kicked one bird out of a brush pile in a ditch, and Mr. 
Powell killed it. At about the same time a rabbit ran 
out of the same brush pile. The dogs were reproved for 
nosing after a rabbit, and we went away. Ten minutes 
later we came back, and the dogs pointed there again. 
We kicked around again, and a bird went out, and I killed 
it. An instant later a second bird went out, and Mr. 
Harner killed it. Old Rock ran to retrieve the last 
bird, and it was seen that he had yet another bird already 
in his mouth. He had caught it in the brush pile just as 
the others went out. The bird was full grown and strong. 
We thought four singles out of three shots was pretty 
grind for a record of one brush pile. 
E. Hough. 
Habtforp Ruii-ding, Chicago, III. 
The Mt. Vernon Deer. 
It appears that the slaying of the Mt. Vernon deer, of 
which an account was recently given, never actually took 
jilace. and that the story had its origin in the fertile brain 
of a newspaper reporter. Two boys who were out shoot- 
ing caught a glimpse of some animal which they did not 
recogni;^e. and after talking it over wondered whether it 
could have been a deer. When they returned to Mt. Ver- 
non they continued to talk it ov'er. and presently the local 
newspaper announced that they had seen a deer, while the 
Associated Press reporter went him more than one better 
and lold nf tvvo deer seen, one of which had been killed. 
The ^Maine^Game Law* 
What changes there will be made in the Maine fish and 
game laws this winter is much in doubt. The Legislature 
assembles Jan. [, and the game law matter will be one 
of the most important. The semi-annual report of the 
Commissioners is out. In itself the reports is highly 
congratulatory and self-assuring. The code of game laws 
is already almost perfect. The Commissioners recom- 
mend a few minor changes of little importance ; otherwise 
the laws should stand as they are. The September license 
law is almost perfect ,and should stand, It has caused no 
forest fires; has prevented many, on the contrary. The 
Commissioners still admit their inability to enforce the 
game laws when they again assert that fewer deer are 
killed under the September license law than would be 
killed without it. They do not refer to the slaughter of 
deer that has been going on by guides and everybody in 
Maine that can shoot, and sending the game to Boston 
for sale by anybody that will take charge of it. Will 
anything be done to s.op this shipment? The Commis- 
sioners' report mentions accidental shooting, and says 
that there have been ten cases of such shooting during 
the past open game season. Regrets are expressed, but 
no remedies are suggested. 
The report suggests that registered guides arc um- 
versallv in favor of the September license law; that from 
many replies received from these guides it appears that 
no forest fires have resulted from the law. Why should 
not the guides favor such a law ? Why should they admit 
that forest fires have resulted from it? The law is a 
source of extra employment to them, and can they be 
expecled to testify against it? I have a letter before me 
from a gentleman in Maine who is thoroughly acquainted 
with several of the best hunting and fishujg sections m 
that State. The letter says that the Fish and Game Com- 
missioners' report does not express the sentiment of those 
most interested in the game of the State, such men as 
have a right to be heard. The true sentiment is agamst 
the September license law, and this sentiment is bound to 
be heard at Augusta, unless the influence of the Conamis- 
sion is strong enough to shut oflf all sentiment or opmion 
outside of their own. There is danger that such may be 
the case, since Commissioner Carleton is himeslf a mem- 
ber of the coming Legislature. Editor Brackett, of the 
North Woods, is also a member of the House, a man who 
has given great energy to blowing for the Rangeley fish 
and game region for many years. Such men ought to 
have the best interests of the fish and game m Mame at 
heart and ought to be willing to see if the September 
license law is not a dangerous one, and one most 
ridicuously abused. Then the matter of mdiscnmmate 
shipment of deer, and even moose, to Boston by both 
citizens and guides, through pseudo sportsmen, should be_ 
thoroughly gone over. r c t, . 
Neither should the tremendous slaughter of fish at the 
Rangeleys and in other waters last season be lightly 
brushed aside and buried under a mass of figures con- 
cernincr restocking with landlocked salmon. The trout 
of the^Rangeley waters, the finest in the world, are gone 
if they continue to be drawn upon as they were last 
year The Commissioners may answer that more trout 
and salmon were taken a; the Rangeleys last year than, 
ever before, but will they please take into consideration 
that there were more fishermen after them, and will they 
please note the great improvements in deadly tackle that 
have been introduced with'n a few years? If they will 
make inquiry, they will find that the record of trout 
taken at the Upper Dam, strictly on the fly, was smaller 
last year than for many years. Special. 
Old Fish and Game Laws. 
Oakmont. Fa.— Editor Forest and Stream: If Mr. 
Carlos L. Smith wnll look up Cooper's "Leather Stocking 
Tales," he will find that Nattj' Bumppo Avas put in the 
•"tocks for killing a deer out of season, and, as I remem- 
ber, the date was early in the eighteen hundreds. Cooper 
was ver3' exact in most matters, and would not have made 
a game law in force earlier than he had found it had been. 
W. Wade. 
The Forest ,^^•D Stream is put to press each week on Tuesday. 
Correspondence 'intended for publication should reach, us at the 
latest by Monday ysyA- WJfih earliei; as practicable. 
They Pay Fines on Long Island* 
Game protective matters on Long Island seem to be 
looking up, and certainly they are now receiving more 
attention than for a long time before. Commissioner 
B. F. Wood resides there, and he has an extremely 
energetic assistant and co-worker m Game Protector 
John E. Overton. 
Two weeks ago there appeared in Forest and Stream 
an account of a deer killed near East Hampton, L. I. 
The animal w^as reported to have swum over to Gardiner s 
Island, and, exhausted by its long struggle with the waves, 
to have crawled out on the beach, where it was clubbed to 
death by one of the inhabitants of the small settlement of 
Springs, not far west of Napeague Beach. The notice of 
this occurrence came to Commissioner Wood's eye, and 
before long Mr. Overton was on his way to East Hampton 
to investigate the case. After a good deal of difficulty and 
delay he succeeded in finding the man who had slain the 
deer at Springs, and took him before Justice Sherrill, who 
fined him $15, or in default of payment of the fine, sen- 
tenced him to jail for fifteen days. L'ke most breakers of 
the game law. the offender pleaded ignorance of the 
statute, and the justice was inclined to be lenient on the 
ground that the amount named was about all the man 
could raise, and a heavier fine would result in his going 
to jail. . 
Mr. Overton's energy in following up all cases that 
come to his notice is making for him a name among those 
people on Long Island who break the law. as well as 
among those who wish to see the game protected. He 
has made many arrests, and has secured a large number 
of convictions.' Besides this, he has investigated many 
cases reported to him in which, for various reasons, no 
action could be taken. His arrest of the Mayor and 
Chief of Police of West Hoboken for shooting ducks 
from a sailboat was noted in Forest and Stream a num- 
ber of weeks ago. 
About thfe middle of December the following item ap- 
peared in the New York Times : 
'■'Eastport, L. I. — William H. Hallock killed an eagle 
near this place yesterdaj'-. It was flying at the time, and 
his first shot simply broke its wing. After falling to the 
ground it made a hard fight, and the hunter had to dodge 
behind a tree while he reloaded his gun. Afterward he 
emptied both chambers into the bird and killed it. It is a 
splendid specimen, measuring more than 7 feet_ from_ tip 
to tip. Hallock will have it mounted by a taxidermist." 
Before the slayer of the eagle had time to make up his 
mind what he would really do with the eagle,_ Game Pro- 
tector Ovettou had gjrested him.,, hsQiig,ht him before a 
