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For two day* the female's cage stood in the position 
described, and during all that period "Lopez" manifested 
not the slightest ill-temper or displeasure toward the new 
arrfval. At the end of that time the director held on the 
spot a consultation with the keepers, and it was agreed 
that it would be quite safe to admit the female to the cage 
of "Lopez." The doors were opened, and without the 
sliglitcst fear or hesitation the female jaguar walked into 
her new home. 
Instantly the whole nature of "Lopez" changed — or 
rather his real nature came to the surface. His schem- 
ing for an advantage had been successfully carried out. 
\\ ilh a savage growl he ruslied upon the unsuspecting 
female, seized her by the right side of the neck and held 
on, biting savagely. From the first instant the female 
seemed utterly powerless. With an iron scraper and a 
hardwood pole ten feet long "Lopez" was beaten over the 
head and prodded in the face; but lie only shut his eyes 
and tightened his grip on the neck of his victim. In the 
midst of his punishment he rose from the floor, carrying 
the female in his jaws as a cat carries her kitten, and 
walked to the opposite side of his cage. It was nearly a 
minute before the savage creature was forced to quit his 
hold and resist the attacks made upon him by the keepers. 
When he released the female she lay upon the floor 
motionless, and in two minutes more was quite dead. 
.^t first it was supposed that one of "Lopez's" canine 
teelh had penetrated the jugular vein of his victim, but 
the autopsy made by Dr. Blair revealed the astonishing 
fjtCt that two of the neck yertebrje had been completely 
crushed, and the spinal cord penetrated by fragments of 
bone. The injury was inflicted by a square bite, with no 
wrenching, and the murder was fully premeditated. As 
an exhibition of the terrible strength of the jaguar's jaws 
it was quite as astonishing as it was unexpected and 
shocking. As a consequence of this act of treachery, 
"Lopez" will live in solitude the remainder of his life. 
The Onondag^a Lake Squid. 
A SPEOTIEN of the squid recently taken from Onondaga 
Lake, New York, to which reference was made in Forest 
j%xD Stream a few weeks ago, was sent to Prof. A. E. 
Ortman, of Princeton University, and by him identified 
as a common species of our North Atlantic Coast. 
lUcx illecebrosus is from twelve to fourteen inches in 
length. It is abundant from Cape Cod to Newfoundland, 
but is found south of that range only rarely. It is ex- 
tensively used for bait. 
Prof. Ortman finds it difficult to believe that this species 
lives in Onondaga Lake, and suggests that it may have 
been taken thither to be used as bait there. This may be 
true, but hardly seems probable. 
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Froi>rietori of shooting resorts will find it profitable to advertise 
them in Fokxit amd Sxuam. 
The Killing of My Big Moose. 
My hunt with Harry Braithwaite was pleasant from 
start to finish, thoroughly fine in every way, but of 
course the crowning event was the killing of my moose. 
We reached Grove Lake Cainp Friday night very late 
and very tired. 
No sun arose the next morning, daylight only preceded 
a drizzling rain that was far from pleasant. The morn- 
ing was spent by us in a trip down the "Deadwater" to 
the scene of a terrific fight between two big bulls (this 
is another story, however), and as the mist continued 
I rather expected we'd spend the afternoon in camp, but 
Harry was as keen as I and the result wqs our starting 
lor Grover Lake as soon as we had our lunch. 
When we found the canoe we discovered a bear had 
found it first. It was a question for a time whether it 
would do any more work for us, but Harry's ingenuity 
soon got it in "usable" shape and off we started. 
For the first time I left my camera behind. This I 
soon regretted, for the mist stopped and the first turn 
brought us in sight of a young bull in the lake eating 
pond lilies. We got quite close to him, amply so for a 
good photo before he got on to us and decamped. We 
skirted the south shore of the lake, Harry calling cari- 
bou from time to time, but with no success. The mist 
had stopped for only a few moments and had gradually 
gotten heavier until now it was a steady down pour of 
actual rain, but after reaching the farthest point and 
turning back along the other shore, Harry gave a moose 
call, which was quickly answered. "It's from a small 
barren off this shore," said Harry, and to shore we pad- 
dled. I held the canoe under a leaning spruce and Harry 
took the trail to the barren to investigate. He soon 
returned quite wet and reported nothing in sight but a 
calf. After going a half mile further he gave another 
call and instantly got an answer. We both knew from 
the sound that it was a big bull. Straight to the shore 
we went and hopped Out on to the barren and made ready 
for His Majesty. A large deadwater came into the lake 
here, and across the outlet was a beaver dam, over which 
the water poured freely. We were at the west end of this 
dam and on a wet bog where we had to watch every 
step, for the holes seemed bottomless. Our moose came 
on slowly. As he cafne he grunted occasionally, but so 
mildly and peculiarly that he fooled Harry completely, 
and he actually concl,flded the bull was across the lake. 
"No," I said, "he's out there, I'm sure." I couldn't ex- 
plain his peculiar grunting, but I was sure he was out 
on the other barren. ' We scarcely breathed, but at last 
I got a glimpse of a horn and motioned so to Harry. 
Then we saw the top of his *horns. Still, we could be 
sure of neither their size nor shape. So there we were; 
patience alone could help us. He was motionless; 
seconds became moments, and it seemed to us that 
moments became hours. Finally he moved again. Now 
we could see head and horns but nothing more. His 
head was up and nose advanced, so we could determine 
nothing yet as to size and shape of the horns. After 
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motioning me not to move, Harry slipped to one side, 
filled his horn with water and let it filter through his 
fingers, and then with the horn imitated the splashing of 
a moose walking in the water. This brought him. Into 
sight he finally came, his head and horns and part of his 
chest. "It's a great head," said Harry. 
The moose was behind a thicket of spruce. It was 
close work, but with every nerve in tune, I took careful 
HARRY BRAITHWAITE. 
aim as I could through the trees and cut loose at his 
cheek. He was still an instant, then wheeled. "Give him 
another," said Harry (yelled Harry, I mean). I could 
not see him at all, but running a few feet to the left got 
a sight of his shoulder, and with a hasty aim let him have 
another. Off he started and out of sight again, but 
slowly. "Run over to the beaver dam," yelled Harry, 
that's the head of the season. "We'll mire," I cried. "Let 
me go first," yelled he.^ "No," I said; "I can stand it if 
you can," And off I put on the run expecting to go up 
to my neck every step, but got over safely, although just 
THE TROPHY OF THE HUNT. 
as I reached the other shore my right foot sank mto a 
beaver hole, and heels over head I went, but held to my 
Holland, and on to my feet and off again, and soon we 
were in sight of the big fellow, standing perfectly still and 
glaring at us. "What a head!" we both shouted m the 
Siime breath. Instantly I gave him another bullet just 
behind the shoulder. He did not even wince. "Give him 
ahother," said Harry, and I did. We both saw that more 
lead was unnecessary; in fact, he was then dying, and 
the last two were wholly unnecessary. But big moose 
are scarce and cartridges cheap. "Ah I" said Harry, 
"that's the head you Avant, Mr. DePauw," and it was. 
'tie was an immense brute; next to an elephant the 
Lnrgest live thing I have seen. Around he writhed in 
his death agony, tearing down small trees, his eyes green 
and glazing, blood flowing from his mouth and sides — 
and how he did try to get at us 1 He fought to the last 
second. No gladiator ever made a braver fight, and we 
could not help feeling sorry for the brave fellow. He 
died on his feet, his eyes sank into his head, and when 
he went over he had already breathed his last. His legs 
were stiffened before he toppled and stayed perfectly 
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straight. He fell so we could manage him, and .so e>: 
cited were We that we skinned out the neck, cut off il 
head and got it into the canoe, and put pif for camp a 
proud and happy pair. 
Harry is very honest in his measurements, for with 
his foot rule he figured the head out at sqJ/^ inches, but 
v.-hen we got it to camp and put my five-foot tape on it, 
we found it over 62 inches. At Fredericton Mr. Flemell- 
ing, of the Crown Lands Department, measured it 62J/2 
inches, and told me it was the largest head he had ever 
measured. He not only had a big head, but he was a big 
brute every way. As his legs were set, I could measure 
him accurately, and he was from bottom of hoof to point 
of shoulder over 7 feet i inch. The head was 32 points; 
the left horn, which is the largest, measures I2J4 inches 
around the burr and 18 inches across the blade, and the 
blade is 40J.2 inches long, the scalp is perfect and there 
is a fine bell ; in fact, it's a beauty head in every way. 
In thinking- over the events of the day that night T 
became satisfied that the first bullet I fired at the Jumijo 
m.oose must have hit something else before it hit him, the' 
hole in his chest was so much larger than usual; so' T 
went up with the boys after breakfast, when they went H' 
dress him out. I found it just as I surmised, the ball 
went right through the center of one small spruce tree 
and it cut the sides of two others. As the bullet held to- 
gether, this made its effects the more terrible. The second 
bullet grazed two trees also, and to our surprise we 
fcund it had smashed his shoulder. We saw no evidence 
of it at the time. 
It's now quite clear that the first bullet killed him and 
the others were really unnecessary. 
How cunning these old bulls are, and how they contrive 
to hide themselves. At first I supposed it was chance 
that always made them stop in such protected positions, 
but after watching two bulls approaching each other one 
rainy evening, I found there was no chance about it. It 
was all a matter of the most careful calculation. 
It was only after all was over that we appreciated 
one ludicrous incident which is worth repeating. 
When I fell after crossing the dam I made a complete 
summersault, and on regaining my feet I found myself 
f;icing a cow moose that had accompanied His Majesty. 
She had, of course, heard the rifle shots but had seen 
nothing of us until I rolled into her presence. The ex- 
pression plainly visible of her astonishment and alarm 
was so laughable that we both had many a chuckle over 
it. It is needless to say that she immediately had business 
elsewhere, and if she kept up the pace at which she 
started, I'm sure she got there quickly. DeP. 
The Maine License Plan, 
Melrose, Mass., Jan. 12, igos.—Editor Forest and 
Stream: It is rather hard for me to understand why anjv- 
one should criticise so capable and efficient a board of 
fish_ and game commissioners as that of the State of 
Maine and yet not have sufficient courage to sign his 
name to the article. While there is some truth in a very 
few of the assertions W. H. B. makes in Forest and 
Stream of Jan. 10, his insinuations about the commis- 
sioners are entirely unwarranted by the facts. Venison 
may be, and no doubt is, served at times out of season 
on the tables at some so-called sporting camps. The 
assertion that it is done "by the tacit consent of the 
commissioners" is simply untrue. 
I have_ visited Maine annually for some twenty years 
and previously lived there. I have fished and hunted all 
over the State and there is no town or city of any size 
but I have visited. I have met many of the guides, a n 
acquainted with quite a large number of the resident--, 
have a personal acquaintance with one of the conmiis- 
sioners, and write from my own observation and knowl- 
edge. If W. H. B. had been so thoroughly posted on 
this inatter, why did he forget to mention some of the 
proprietors of camps and hotels who have contributed 
from $40 to $500 to the State in the way of fines ? At 
a very little or no trotible to himself he could have 
learned some of these facts. If I am not much mistaken 
in the party, he has a personal grievance rather than a 
sportsmanlike interest in this subject. 
Human nature is essentially the same everywhere. 
Maine wants to protect her game, save her own money 
and reap the harvest of coin annually from the visiting 
hunters and fishermen. The sentiment of most of the 
residents expressing any opinion is that the visitors 
should contribute a good round sum to the fund for game 
protection, rather than that they should give up any of 
the shekels they receive. Noav, as every visitor to the 
hunting and fishing regions is put to an expense of from 
$50 upwards, all of which nearly goes to the guides, 
hotels, stores, and transportation companies, it would 
seem to be reasonable and just that these beneficiaries 
should contribute a' share of their spoils to game protec- 
tion funds. It is hardly to be expected that the farmers 
and lumbermen would be very enthusiastic over a tax 
which does not benefit them directly, and of course they 
favor putting it on the visitors or any old thing so long 
as they escape. Unless the commissioners can have more 
money to use for protective purposes, decent hunting in 
Maine will very soon be a thing of the past. They should 
have at least eight or ten wardens to patrol the boun- 
dary line and visit the lumber and sporting camps, where 
they now have only two, and for a part of the year onlv 
at that. While I am not in favor of the license pi 
yet I can readily see the need of more money ivc 
wardens, etc. 
If writers like W. H. B. want to contribute their ideas 
they should try to be fair and just to all parties interested. 
And then, if hunting is so good in New Hampshire, why 
not stay at home to hunt rather- than visit Maine and 
then go home to abuse people and purposes he so evi- 
dently knows nothing about? There is so much to be 
said on all sides of this subject that I will not trespass 
further on your valuable space. Maine will settle this 
question regardless of such contributions to the sporting 
papers. If they don't make that license too big, I shall go- 
again this year and "here's hoping" they won't. 
Fred H. Rounds. , 
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