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keep any bird that might be there between him and me. 
These tactics frequently resulted in some excellent easy 
outside shots. Pages might be written about Prince and 
what he had accomplished, but I w:ll not add more, for 
many of his life deeds are firmly fixed ; they will last as 
long as memory holds, and will be recalled in after years 
as I read again the diary of events contained in this un- 
pretentious volume, compiled from data that I kept and 
entered after each hunt in a scrap book. 
After Prince died in February, 1896, I gave up hunting, 
not resuming it until the fall of 1899, when I went out for 
a few times. It Was pitiful to me to see Prince try to 
hunt in the fall of 1895. when he was so badly used up with 
rheumatism, lameness and a blood disorder that he could 
scarcely get around. His nose remained true to the last, 
but the Prince of old as I shall always remember him, had 
departed. That grand dog that seemed to rise supreme 
to our greatest of Northern game birds, the ruffed grouse, 
whose masterful ability in every departemnt of the sport 
of bird hunting known to dog kind was a revelation, at 
last failed under increasing years, and the covers of New 
Hampshire and Massachusetts in which he achieved his 
great triumphs will know him no more. Good-by, old 
man! You were always faithful, honest, loyal, tender 
and true, and no master ever had a better friend. 
In appearance Prince was a rugged type of an old- 
fashioned English pointer. He looked the grand old hero 
, that he was. Everything about him denoted great strength. 
He weighed in usual Resh 73 pounds; in hunting time he got 
down around 60 pounds. His legs were massive, his body 
powerful and his head large and square cut at the nose. 
He had a long, coarse tail, his only defect. His color 
was liver and white in about equal porportions. A strip 
of white ran down between his eyes, spreading out at the 
nose, which was finely ticked. He had very expressive, 
intelligent eyes. Prince, while a very affectionate dog, 
rarely displayed his affection in a lavish manner. He 
was content with a quiet devotion. To his credit when 
he died. Prince had a record of very close to 2,500 wood- 
cock, quail and partridges, W. C. Clarke. 
MANCHESTeK, N. H. 
About Home-Made Wire Cartridges. 
The reference to Frank Forester in one of your recent 
issues carries me back nearly forty years to my boyhood 
days. In his book, written for beginners with the gun, the 
title of which I now forget, he mentions in a number of 
places the use of the old-fashioned Ely wire cartridge 
and the wonderful results produced by them when prop- 
erly directed at a fast disappearing partridge 60 yards 
away. 
In our village store they did not keep Ely's wire car- 
tridges, and having been invited to spend a day at Barne- 
gat with the ducks and geese, I decided to prepare my own 
wire cartridges. I had never shot either a duck or a 
goose, and reasoned that I never could reach them with 
my 14-bore muzzleloader unless I had wire cartridges to 
fall back upon. 
Having laid in a generous supply of powder, shot, wads 
and caps, I proceeded to supplement my outfit with some 
home-made wire cartridges. 
I first secured a square foot or two of wire window 
screening. This I cut into strips 3 inches wide and 2]4 
inches in length. I then took the butt of my cleaning 
rod and found that Avhen the wire was closely formed 
around this it would easily pass into the muzzle of the 
gun. The wire screening carefully wound around the 
wooden form I no\y covered with two or three windings 
of thin but very strong manila paper, securing the edges 
with strong glue. 
Removing the form from the mould I carefully bent in 
one end of the wire and, measuring out the proper quan- 
tity of shot, closed the remaining end. 
I was a little dubious at the time as to the cartridges 
giving forth their contents at the proper moment, but 
completed a score or more and carefully stowed them 
away. 
The more I thought about the matter the more was I 
inclined to test them before I started, so taking my 
gun, loaded with a wire cartridge in each barrel, snugly 
placed over the usual charge of powder, I visited my 
chum down the road. He was older than I, and I relied 
greatly upon his superior judgment.. I told him of my 
experiment, and asked him the best way to test it. He at 
once suggested the side of the barn at sixty paces. A 
mark in the form of a flaring knot showing through the 
paint on the closed door was selected, and I blazed away. 
There was no scattering of shot visible on the barn 
door, but about a foot from the knot was a round, freshly 
made hole through which you could easily poke your 
finger. It was evident that the cartridge had not broken. 
We opened the door, and in a direct line from the original 
point of entry we saw a hole very similar to the one made 
through the door. Out of curiosity I walked close to the 
hole, looked out and upon the meadow peacefully grazing 
was a herd of cows well in line with the flight of the 
unbroken wire cartridge. I gazed intently until satisfied 
that the cattle were unharmed, drew a long breath and 
then making a target of.a horse pond some distance away 
discharged the remaining cartridge. 
Nevertheless I took some of my wire concentrators 
with me on the trip. 
On the sailboat from Toms River to the beach a diving 
, duck was marked on the water perhaps a hundred 3'-ards 
ahead of us. My com.panions, thinking to get a little fun 
out of me, urged me to pot it on the water. I had kept 
my cartridges to myself, and when I loaded my gun 
slipped one in. Crawling well out to the bowsprit and 
making due allowance, the duck bfeing now perhaps 60 to 
80 yards away, I fired. The duck was in the act of diving 
when the shot reached him, ploughing its way 
through what remained of the duck's tail above water, 
cutting out a feather or two and splashing up the water. 
The duck did not finish his dive, but immediately arose 
from the water and flew off, badly scared. The laugh was 
turned on my older companions, one and all expressing 
great wonder at the close execution of my gun. They 
made many guesse.s, from a bullet to a genuine Ely wire 
cartridge, but I kept my secret to myself. 
Our shooting was unsatisfactory. The day was still and 
the sun shone bright, and those birds we did see were 
high in tlie air. 1 liad the satisfaction of noticing how 
the flocks well up in the air out of ordinary gun shot 
seemed to wince and notice when I shot my wire car- 
tridge shots into them, proving conclusively that 1 had 
built better than I knew. 
We hear no raore nowadays of the Ely wire cartridges, 
and I presume it would be difficult to find them in any 
first-class gun store. The smokeless powder, choke bore 
and chilled shot have long since made obsolete Frank 
Forester's standby for a long shot. 
Charles Cristadoro. 
CHICAGO AND THE WEST. 
Jacksnipe Are Wifdfowl. 
At last the Attorney-Genera! of Indiana has given his 
decision upon the much mooted question whether or not 
the new Indiana law protests jacksnipe, and whether a 
Hcense must be taken out for the purpose of shooting 
jacksnipe. Under date of April 29, Z. T, Sweeney, State 
Game Commissioner, answered a well-known Chicago 
sportsman who had inquired about this matter, to the 
effect that the Attorney-General had just referred to the 
Game Commission the Chicago gentleman's inquiry, bear- 
ing date of April 20. "In answer thereto," said Mr. 
Sweeney, "I beg to say that snipe come under Section S 
of the law and hunters' hcense will be required." It 
will, therefore, be seen that it costs $25 to hunt jacksnipe 
in Indiana, and that the legal season for shooting such 
birds closed April 15. 
Is It? 
A number of Chicago shooters have taken the position 
that the jacksnipe is not a wildfoAA'l, and they have been 
shooting them all through the past week 'n Indiana. Per- 
haps a good many of these shooters will believe the new 
law unconstitutional because it does not permit them to 
do what they like. Yet the question involved herein is 
one which has never been adjudicated so far as memory 
serves at present. It has been discussed at different times, 
but T do not recall any decision of any supreme court on 
the question whether or not a jacksnipe is to be called a 
water fowl. I ha>ve been asked by several Chicago sports- 
men to inquire in these columns whether any reader of 
Forest .\nd Stream knows of any such deaision. The in- 
formation will be very thankfully received. 
Law or no law, the snipe season of this spring has been 
a practical failure, not only in Indiana but in Illinois. No 
one knows where the birds are. but they are probably 
scattered over a great extent of countrj', the prevailing 
high water having created a great many feeding grounds. 
Bears Are Out. 
Dr. H. H. Frothingham, of this city, left last week for a 
bear hunt. He has gone to the Salmon River country of 
Idaho, taking with him Ben Sheffield, of Livingstone, 
Mont, as guide. 
I got a telegram to-day from Joe Kipp, on the Black- 
foot reservation of Montana. It was brief but inspiring. 
It said, "Bears are out. Get a move on you." . I shall get 
a rnove on me to-morrow n'ght. and only hope that I may 
at last find my long lost grizzly. It would seem liint at 
last spring had broken on the east slope of the Rockies. 
Billy Hofer wrote four days ago that he and Collins, one 
of the reservation men, had been up in the Two Medicine 
country to put out a bait, but found two feet of snow and 
the ice not out of Two Medicine Lake. They saw wliat 
they thought was the track of one black bear. John Mon- 
roe left five days ago for the mountains to hunt bear, and 
he thought then they would soon be out, his guess ap- 
parently being verified by Mr. Kipp's telegram. 
We have had so many scouting parties out that it surely 
looks as though we ought to g>et a bear, and if we do 
not it will be simply owing to the disobliging character of 
the bear himself. 
Change in Itlinois Game 'Warden* 
Although Governor Yates has been non-committal in 
regard to it, it is none the less the faxrt that there goes 
into eft'ect to-day a change in the office of State Fish and 
Game Commissioner. iHarry W. Loveday. of Chicago, 
retires, and A. J. Lovejoy, of Roscoe, takes the office. 
Mr. Lovejoy is general superintendent of the State Fair 
grounds, and is well known by different members of the 
State Board of Agriculture. He does not claim to be able 
to be present in Chicago much of the time, hence the 
important duties of the warden's work here must be dele- 
gated. Warden Lovejoy has been making inquiries in cer- 
tain directions here, but has not yet selected a deputy. 
For his benefit it may be stated that of al! the game war- 
dens we ever had in Chicago, the one most cordially hated 
by South Water street was M. R. Bortree. Mr. Bortree 
was unanimously called a "crank" by the dealers. It 
would seem a good enough tip to Mr. Lovejoy that he 
could not get a better warden here than a man who is 
called a crank by the game dealers. The commission 
merchants were never able to "handle" him, and there is 
no record against him. If it is the wish of Mr. Lovejoy 
to actually prohibit the illegal selling of game in Chicago 
and not merely to make a bluff at it, he could not get a 
better man than Mr. Bortree. 
The Lacey Law in Chicago, 
State Commissioner Harry W. Loveday and his depu- 
ties have brought during the past season forty-eight 
cases against violators of the Lacey law prohibiting 
shipment of game out of season from one State to an- 
other. Deputy Marshal M. H. Edinboro left on Satur- 
day last under subpcsna of the United States Court of 
Oklahoma, where he will testify as deputy marshal in 
five cases involving the seizure o.f illegal game shipped 
from Oklahoma and caught here in Chicago under the 
Lacey law. 
Mr. George W. Clark, another efficient deputy U. S. 
marshal, leaves on May 15 for the Indian Territory to 
testify in similar cases. Commissioner Loveday reports 
that at present there is almost no illegal game coming 
through. The result of these cases brought under the 
U. S. law will surely have a most discouraging effect 
upon the illegal shipment of Western game. il^Ir, Lacey 
of Iowa, who introduced this measure in Congress, as 
well as those who supported it, are li>eartily to be con- 
gratulated on its success. They probaWy builded better 
than they knew. 
During the nine months of the Season last past, one 
hundred and forty-eight violators have been convicted 
under the Illinois law and have suffered fines aggregat- 
ing $2,131.50. There have been confiscated 22,401 game 
birds shipped illegally. Of these there were 21,618 quail, 
704 prairie chickens, 30 partridges and 49 ducks. The 
sales of this game have amounted to ^,6gg. 
These facts anp. figures show large i2ifi,anges between 
the game law situation here now and 'ten years ago. 
Reviewing them in connection with the rapidly increas- 
ing strictness of the game laws of the Western States, 
there would certainly seem reason to think that there is 
hope for the Western game. 
At this date. May 2, Governor Yates has ijot yet 
asked for Warden Loveday's resignation, nor given the 
new appointee, Mr. Lovejoy, his commission, yet it is 
generally understood that iMr. Lovejoy will hold th« 
office and appoint a Chicago deputy. 
Death of Liver-Eating Johnson. 
We used to hear from time to time of that unique 
Western character known as Liver-Eating Johnson, an 
old plainsman who spent the closing years of his life as 
deputy sheriff at Red Lodge, Mont. Liver-Eating John- 
son was a g'ant in stature, and in his prime as rugged as 
a bear. He had failed in health tor the last few years, and 
ilast fall died at a soldiers' home in California, as I have 
just learned through a friend from the West. The oid- 
time men of the West are passing away one by one. 
Queer Finds of Sportsmen, 
They are crazy now over the new oil fields near Bea*!- 
mont, Tex. In 1892, while hunting snipe on the sea 
marsh not far from that point, I remember to have seen 
a scum somewhat like oil floating on one or two portions 
of the marsh. No doubt others also saw it and to better 
eft'ect. If I had shot a few o'l wells instead of jacksnipe 
at the time, I might have been better fixed to-day. 
„ „ E. Hough. 
Hartford Building, Chicago, IlL 
Still-Hunting a Moose. 
After several weeks of preparation and happy antici- 
pation, which is by no means the least of the pleasures 
of a hunting trip. I boarded the train for Mpntreal with 
that contented feeling which one experiences when he 
sees his carefully laid plans carried into execution. A 
tedious railroad ride of thirty-six hours gave me ample 
opportunity to recall the numerous articles necessary for 
my trip, and to wonder if I had left out any of them. 
On the morning of the gth day of November last I 
stepped from the train at Newcastle, New Brunswfck, 
without knowing a single person in the town, except 
that I had had some correspondence with Mr. iRobert iH. 
Armstrong of that place, who had very kindly assisted 
me in making the necessary arrangements for the trip. 
When I registered at the hotel he came forward and in- 
troduced himself; directed me to a store where I could 
purcliase ray provnsions, and sent for Mr. John Robin- 
son, Jr., the game warden, from whom I procured my 
license. 
The first stage of my journey into the woods was a 
drive to the house of Air. James Foran, twenty-five miles 
up the portage road that leads to the lum'ber camps on 
the waters of the Little Sou'west Miramichi. iMr. iForan 
enjoys the distinction of having the last house oxt this 
road. From his house the road extends about thirty- 
five miles into the unbroken forest. 
The horses were soon ready for the start, and as the 
road as far as Foran's house is good, we reached there 
in the afternoon. 
That evening Mr. Foran and his sons entertained me 
with accounts of the adventures of moose hunters who 
had traveled this way before me, and gave me an inter- 
esting sketch of the manner in which John Wambolt, 
the trapper who was to be my guide, lived alone in his 
little cabin at the outlet of Guagus Lake. It seemed to 
be generally conceded both at Newcastle and at Foran's 
that Wambolt was the best hunter in that part of New 
Brunswick, and that my chances of success with him for 
guide were almost cenain. 
The following morning my provisions and outfit were 
securely packed in a lumber wagon. As soon as it was 
light enough to see, the horses were harnessed and Mr. 
Foran and I started for Guagus Lake, twenty-five miles 
further up the portage road. 
Any one who has traveled on a New Brunswick portage 
road has learned from experience that the only com- 
fortable or safe means of locomotion is on foot From 
the time we left Foran's the road got rapidly worse, 
and soon I was glad to leave the wagon and walk ahead. 
The recent rains had filled all the hollows with mud and 
water up to the wagon hubs, and on the hills the road 
would remind one of a trout brook. We had intended 
reaching the Guagus Lake that night, but the road was 
in such a condition that we soon found this would be 
impossible. Late in the afternoon we camped by the 
roadside at a spot a little more than half way to the 
lake. 
The next morning we started early, and as I walked 
ahead of the team I began to get some idea of the great 
game country I was entering. At frequent intervals 
could be seen the fresh tracks of moose and caribou 
plainly imprinted in the mud, and in some places the 
roily water, stirred up by their feet, had not had time 
to clear. In the afternoon we reached Wambolt's camp. 
It was a log cabin about fifteen feet by twenty feet. In- 
side there was a good stove. A shelf six feet wide ex- 
tending across one end, about half way between the floor 
and roof, formed the bed. The cracks between the logs 
were all tightly filled with moss, and the whole interior 
had a snug, comfortable appearance. We could see that 
no one had been there for several days. I was beginning 
to get a little anxious about the prospect of finding my 
guide, when he put in an appearance. He explained that 
he had wished to look over a line of traps before my 
a^rrivai, and had just returned from the trip. 
That evening we laid plans for my two weeks' stay in 
the woods. Wambolt had the utmost confidence in 
the game supply on his territory and his ability to get 
me shot3 at good specimens of both moose and cariboo. 
