FOREST AND STREAM. 
tackle myself. While I was leading the way over a 
windfall, walking logs and jumping from one to another 
from S to 8 feet from tlie groimd, having my shoes shod 
to prevent slipping, I heard a commotion behind. I 
looked back and our fellow had disappeared entirely. 
He was easily located by his liberal use of words, such 
as they were, which came forth as if they had been pent 
up for some time for that particular occasion. As he 
came- crawling up-jn sight from among the logs, I as- 
sured him that this was smooth compared with some 
parts of the Rockies. Of course he couldn't see how any 
comparison could make it smooth. 
Emerson Carney. 
MORGANTOWN, W. Va. 
The Adirondack Deer. 
Bui^KALO, June 2^.— Editor Forest and Stream: The 
last word regarding game preservation will not be said 
so long as deer and gun endure. I therefore feel justified 
m committing trespass on your pages. 
The good God evidently considered the greatest good 
or the greatest number when He created the Adirondack 
iorests, for He placed them where they are accessible to 
mUlions of those who need them most— denizens of cities, 
mniates of shops and factories, offices and stores. He 
made them wild enough to tempt the game and yet sur- 
.nountable by the man. Most of us are selfish in our na- 
lures and look at things from our own view points. T 
think mine is that of many thousands to whom this 
wilderness can be the nearest earthly approach to paradise. 
I love the woods, the sunlight and shadows, the dashing 
.waterfalls, the majestic forest trees, the storm-beaten 
ci-ags. I love the silence and all the woodland sounds. 
Then T do love the hunt, and am sportsman enough that 
I count two weeks well spent with cold and weary limbs 
if I can get one deer, but oh! how I want that deer, and 
my purpose now is to state some ways in which I can be 
helped to get him. 
My notion is that many who write on game protection 
in the North Woods have never been nearer their subject 
than Newspaper Row. There is just one provision in 
the game law, which, if enforced, would give everv man 
who goes into the woods all the sport and all the venison 
he ought to have— don't let any man kill but two deer. 
The average guide kills from thirty to fifty in a season; 
there are hundreds of residents of near by towns who 
make four or five excursions a year and kill a dozen or 
so and there are many lumber camps that serve venison 
all the year round to fifty or a hundred hungry wood 
choppers. It is the only fresh meat they have, and thev 
keep hunters out all the time to supply it. Deer breed in 
the Adirondacks with almost the same facility that cattle 
possess m the pastures. If they were given half a show 
they would multiply sufficiently to furnish the veriest 
tenderfoot that keen stimulus of the chase that causes 
the blood to course as no liquor ever brewed ; yet the last 
time I was in these woods, during two whole weeks, I saw 
but a smgle white flag waving over the witchapple 500 
yards away in a direction where some of my friends were 
guarding another runway^ so I dare not shoot, and they 
never saw him. 
The admin'stration of the game laws is a farce. In 
our cities the officials are frequently engaged in daily 
violation of the laws through their relations with saloons 
and gambling houses, so in the mountains the deputy 
game wardens are among the most flagrant marauders. 
They use their pull as the alderman does his, and sin with- 
out fear. The remedy for all this is easy. A dead deer is 
worth to a guide about $3; he can buy its equivalent in 
meat for this amount, and when he learns that a live 
sportsman is worth $30 a year and that his friends are 
worth $30 a head, there will be some efifort on the part of 
the craft to see that the buttered side is up. Let the 
guides organize a union and fine (themselves) members 
who violate the law and treat as scabs and bring to justice 
.all outside the organization who violate the statutes. In 
sixty days ninety per cent, of the illicit kill'ng would 
stop ; in two years they could drive a fine deer within ' 
shotgun range of every man who employed them and the 
fame of each guide would grow great in club and hostelrv 
— in all places where hunters, do congregate. 
And now I am going to switch off on a branch of the 
subject where I expect to stir up controversy. I am in 
tavor of a shorter and later open season— the months of 
October and November, w:'th two weeks open to the 
hounds. Septernber has been a very warm month, even 
in these mountains, for a number of years — so warm as 
'to rob the chase of the vigor which is a large part of the 
m<^piration, and warm enough to spoil much of the meat, 
wh le the snows have held of¥ all through November— at 
any i-ate to such a nextent as to impede the running of the 
deer. . The cold, brisk days of late autumn are the ideal 
ones for him who loves the sport and finds the game in 
the best condition to make a lively run and furnish extra 
iuice and flavor to the steak. As for the hounds, the aver- 
age city man is not able for a week or so after he goes 
into the woods to endure the tramping; he does not pos- 
sess the woodcraft necessary to make still-hunting any- 
thing but a delusion, so the guide goes out and plays dog 
-and a mighty poor dog he makes. The man who only 
akes down his Winchester once a year is not enough of* 
■ shot so any one need begrudge him all he hits. 
I don't believe in driving the deer into a lake, paddling 
DUt withm boat's length and putting a ball in his shoulder. 
■)Ut nine out of every ten of them run the streams, and anv 
ioctor, lawyer, merchant or priest who fires a fatal ball 
:rom stand on riverside or at swimming buck from the 
>hore of a lake is welcome to his potpie and can feel it 
veil earned. 
And then the music of the hounds! Even the college 
jrofessor learns the first day to distinguish the deep bay 
)f good old Spot from the sharp yelp of saucy Nell ; and 
he long hours on the fern bank behind the rock are cut 
n two by the occasional tingle brought by the distant 
•oicing of the nack, no matter whether they drive toward 
me or not. The hounds very seldom make more than 
wo rtms a day, and usually only one. and with a party 
it half a dozen will not bring in more than the law allows 
n a fortnight's season. Enforce the provision as to the 
allmg of only two deer and make it unlawful to sell 
•enison at any time and the dogs may easily gain their 
reedom for a brief race each year. 
Geo. S. Hull. 
From Shore to Shore* 
Port Richmond, N. Y., June ^.—Editor Forest and- 
Mream: I want to say a word through Forest and 
Stream to your Staten Island correspondent who signs 
himself with the well-known trade mark of Hennessy's 
famous Three Star brand. 
His letter is very interesting— no sarcasm, Hennessy, if 
this- reaches your eye— but he's away off on his rabbit 
statement. 
Staten Island is a good big little place, and while there 
may be plenty of rabbits down around Printes Bay where 
Three Stars scintillates, I beg to assert firmlv, but polite- 
b',.that the north shore of Staten Island" from New 
Brighten to the Arthur Kill bridge is not so dangerously 
overrun with hares as .yo^ir correspondent would lead one 
to believe. 
Last year the Richmond County Game and Fish Pro- 
tective Association experimentally blew in a lot of monev 
on quail for the south shore (Princes Bay and vicinity), 
and I am glad to learn that they are prospering. Next 
year we north shore members of the Association hope to 
Projjrietors of fishinjEr resorts will fiad it profitable to advertise 
them m Forest and Stream. 
COMMTS. SIGNER A. J. I.OVEJOV. 
see enough hares liberated to enable our hounds to keep 
their toe nails run dowrt smooth. 
As it is now, we have a few good chases in the early 
part of the season, but later it becomes hard work to 
start a hare. 
I think youv correspondent is All-en-tangled in his rab- 
bit remarks, but if he will come to Port Richmond and 
verify my statement I will come to Princes Pay to verify 
his. though I have not the slightest doubt of ixs truth. 
Old Crow. 
Commissioner Lovejoy, 
State Game Commissioner A. J. Lovtejoy, of Illinois, is 
a man of affairs. In addition to his game commissioner- 
ship, Mr. Lovejoy is President of the American Asso- 
ciation Fairs and Expositions ; Vice-President State Board 
of Agriculture, I!linoi,s, and General Superintendent State 
Fair; President Beloit Interstate Fair and Driving Asso- 
ciation; member Live Stock Committee University of 
111 inois ; member Executive Committee International Live 
Stock Exhibition, and chairman Finance Committee Board 
of .Supervisors of Winnebago county. 
Black Game and Capercailzie in Vermont. 
SwA^vTON, Vt,, Jtme 24.~Editor Forest and Stream: 
As the im.porter of the capercailzie and black game that 
were broiight into Vermont, we were very much interested 
in Mr. Von Hoffmann's article on capercailzie, and we 
would be pleased to hear what proof he has of the un- 
timely death of any of the birds that were released in our 
State. 
In one locality we have good evidence that the black 
game are thriving and increasing in numbers. 
N. P. Leach. 
Times Have Changed. . 
How times have changed! Last Sunday all day long 
four men worked in the south meadows, not a hundred 
rods from Fort Hill, planting potatoes. They had a 
horse to furrow the rows, and some of the time two 
women were present. Hundreds of people saw them, 
but they were not molested. Of course the law against 
Sunday labor was violated, but what of that? The laws 
seem to be made, some to be observed and some to be 
violated. If the law protecting trout of less than six 
inches in length is violated the violator is in immediate 
danger of being arrested and fined. The game warden 
is on the watch for him. So it seems that a s^-inch 
trout is held to be more sacred hereabouts than the 
Sabbath day. — Northampton (Mass.) Gazette. 
How Frank Saved the Trout. 
BY GEORGE E. GOODWIN. 
The pleasures and benefits that are derived from vaca- 
tions and outings spent with dog and gun or with rod and 
line m the woods of northern New York, the wilds of 
Canada, the none-too-well-known depths of the Rockies 
and in many other sections of our great North American 
continent where game and fish are yet to be found, are 
known already to many ardent sportsmen, and the time 
when a fortnight can be passed on some favorite range Or 
water is looked forward to with keenest anticipation, and 
many an hour is given up during the months of waiting 
to studying routes and time cards, overhauling fishing 
. tackle and hunting outfits, purchasing an article here and 
another there to take the place of some one that has 
served its days of usefulness in seasons past or to sup- 
plant some other that is relegated to disuse because of 
more modern and (not always) improved ones having 
been devised, and, perhaps greatest pleasure of all, to 
picturing mentally the hoped for battle royal with some 
particular old and wily trout that was lost last year by 
the parting of a frayed leader in an only too well remem- 
bered pool, or to conjecturing in what way the mistake 
that cost the opportunity of a shot at tliat grand old 
buck that frequented a particular range of beech timber 
and earned the "biggest fet of horns in the woods" can 
be avoided when the cares of business are once more 
thrown aside, the burdens imposed by modern civilization 
dropped from weary shoulders and the too often tm- 
wilhng, but nevertheless exacted worship of Mammon 
e-xchanged for and surplanted by that free communion 
with nature which brings man nearest to the Great Father. 
Many a weary plodder, with the instinctive love of the 
chase passed down to him, through long generations, from 
an ancestry that ate, slept and lived apart and far removed 
from the dull and deadening grind "of the wheels of com- 
merce, pauses at his tasks and gives up a moment to the 
thought of what delight and happiness w^ould be his if 
such an outing was or could be .brought within his reach, 
and then, with a sigh, turns back to his work, realizing 
that it is not for him. 
Many a man, however, works along under such impres- 
sions, and grows old in consequence thereof more rapidly 
than he ought, to Avhom there comes from time to time 
opportunities unnoted in which he could in part, satisfy ' 
his longings if he only knew how t^ take advantage of 
them, and that too without in any*" way materially in- 
terfering with or neglecting his bus-'ness. Acting on the 
principle of the old adage that "half a loaf is better than 
no bread," at least some of us who cannot get a stated 
' \^acation can from time to time find a few hours, a half- 
day, or perhaps even a whole day, which by good man- 
agement and planning can be given up to some pet sport, 
and if this little sketch will bring to but one care-bur- 
dened lover of nature a full realization of that fact, it will 
not have been written in vain. 
A certain Friday evening in May a few years since, the 
writer found himself in a little northern New York 
village, the business which had called him there com- 
pleted, and with nothing to do on Saturday but make 
his homeward trip. In the course of a conversation with 
a business acquaintance that evening, the subject of fishin£ 
came up, and after some talk this gentleman, whom we 
will call Avery, said : 
"By the way, as you are fond of fishing, if you will 
stay over to-morrow and go home on the night train I 
will put in the day with you, and we will try and get 
some trout. I have plenty of tackle and can fit you out 
in good shape, and we can have a royal good time. What 
say you?" 
And I sa'd just what any sensible man would or should 
say under like conditions, that I would be only too glad 
to take him at his word, and would remain. 
The next morning, bright and early found us on a 
train speeding along toward Rainbow Lake, some eighteen 
miles distant, and as the breakfast bell was sounding 
from the snug little hostelry of mine host Wardner, lo- 
cated but a few rods from the station, and about the same 
d:stance from the lake, we alighted, our appetites sharp- 
ened by our early start, and were soon seated at the 
table and doing ample justice to the trout breakfast which 
was set before us. Avery had telegraphed the night be- 
fore, advising them of our coming, and by the t.me we 
had finished our meal, lighted our pipes and walked down ' 
to the boat house, Frank, our host's son, and one of the 
best men who ever pulled a trout fisherman, had his boat 
in the water and everything in readiness for the start, and 
you may be assured that we were not long in stowing away ^ 
both our tackle and ourselves and telling Frank to "Let 
her go." Lake trout was the object and trolling the 
game, and rods -were quickly rigged and lines in the water. 
Avery put on a phantom minonw, while I, not hking 
anything artificial in the midst of such surroundings, 
started with a live one. Frank informed us as he pulled 
slowly along that the fishing had been very poor for nearly 
a_ week, and, while the wind had changed during the 
night and the conditions seemed more favorable, he did 
not regard the day as ideal, and was afraid we would have 
but indifferent sport. Under certain conditions this would 
have been decidedly disappointing, but to the writer, who 
had not had a line in the water in a whole year, it con- 
veyed little or no meaning. Freed from business cares 
for a day, gliding over the surface of a beautiful sheet of 
water, rippled by a gentle breeze, wooded hills and rock 
capped mountains meeting the eyes in every direction, the 
question of a large of small catch, or, in fact any catch 
at all, did not seem of any particular importance. But it 
so happened that Frank, wise as even, he was in troijt 
learning, was not entirely right in his prognostications, 
for we had hardly been at it half an hour before the 
phantom aroused either the appetite or the anger of a 
2j^-pound trout, and after a few minutes of lively work 
Avery held it up for inspection with the remark to Frank 
that it did seem to be rather a poor day. Then an hour 
and a half passed, and Frank's judgment seemed likely 
