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threatened to continue. We believed that we had the 
hoodoo broken. Our next hunt was to be near the yard 
which Jack had located about four miles up in the rough 
mountain region, the roughest country which we had yet 
encountered, and the roughest section of all the Province 
oi New Brunswick. 
"We'll get that bull to-morrow," said Adam, "or if we 
don't, we'll sure set him a-runniug," 
E. Hough. 
Haetpord Building, Chicago, 111. 
Oklahoma's Energetic Warden. 
^ Cottonwood Falls, Kan., Sept. 20.— Editor Forest and 
Stream: This report, taken from the Wichita Beacon, 
nay give you an idea of the way the new countries of 
he Southwest protect their game. 
W. F. RiGHTMIRE, 
El Reno, O. T., Sept 13. — The appointment by Gov- 
ernor Ferguson of J. A. Gould, of El Reno, to be tcfri- 
orial game warden is of interest to every person familiar 
«th Gould's record as deputy warden in Canadian Coun- 
y, and desirous that the wholesale slaughter and exter- 
runation of game in Oklahoma should be brought to an 
na. No State has more prescriptive gahie laws than 
Jklahoma, and a g-ame warden who will do his duty 
las every recourse in law to sustain him. Gould is a 
over of sport, and was recommended for appointment 
ly the EI Reno Gun Club and other persons who deplore 
he destruction of game by pot hunters. Last fall and 
/mter Gould did excellent work at El Reno in the seiz- 
re of game and the prosecution of the game law. No 
lan's soeial or official position has terrors for Gould, 
le entered the private car of one of the most prominent 
fficials of the Rock Island. Railroad Companv and 
onfiscated dozens of (luail and prairie chickens that had 
een killed in souhtwestern Oklahoma and were being 
arried to Kansas. The pot hunters who raided the 
rairie chicken country in Roger Mills, Greer, Custer 
nd Day cottntics lost thousands of pounds of game in 
'izures at El Reno. 
Several counties, notablv Noble, Kingfisher, Blairte, 
!anadian and Oklahoma, have deputy wardens as 2eal- 
us as Gould, and they will be Of great assistance to him 
1 protecting Oklahoma game. El Reno is a desirable 
ace for the home of the territorial game warden, as 
lost of the game killed in southwestern Oklahoma for 
utside markets is 'shipped by way of El Reno. It is re- 
orted that large numbers of deer are being killed in the 
ew country and offered for sale at meat markets in 
le local towns, It is unlawful at anv time to kill deer in 
Oklahoma. 
The open season for game is as follows: Prairie chick- 
is and wild turkeys', Sept. i to Jan. 1 ; quail, Oct. 15 to 
eb. I ; plover and doves, Aug. 1 to Dec. 31. Possession, 
f game out of season is sufficient evidence for proSeeu- 
on, regardless of who killed it. Tb escape punishment 
Uiust be shown by the person who Actually killed the 
auie that It was killed outside of the territory and that 
le laws of the State in wh ch it was killed were not 
lolated. Game may be sold in season for local Con- 
miption. To ship game to outside markets is strictly 
jrbidden at all times, and is punishable by .confiscation 
the game and a fine of not less than $25 nor more 
lan $100 and costs of suit and jail punishment until 
le fine and costs are paid. 
Railroad or express companies, or their agents for 
ansporting game to points outside of Oklahoma, may 
: fined m the sum of $200, together with all costs of 
le suit, to be recovered in a civil action and collected 
Don execution as in civil cases. For shipping live 
rds, other than a single pair at one time for scientific 
irposes, common carriers or their agents are subject 
• a fine of from $50 to $500, with costs of suit. The 
imc warden or his deputies, should they suspect that 
mie is bemg shipped unlawfully, are authorized to enter 
:press cars at any place in Oklahoma and break open 
id mspect packages which they believe contain contra- 
nd game. The game law is equally severe for the 
otection of fish. 
A Dakota Chicken Shoot. 
Sast Wareham, Mass.. Sept. 2^.— Editor Forest and Stream: 
felve years ago I was one of a party of .duck hunters on tlie 
squally liiver in Washington. We were sitting about the stove 
the cabin of our cruising yacht McLaren, when one of our 
rty told us a laughable story about a chicken shoot he and 
•ee friends had in Dakota, As nearly as I can recall it, he said: 
We Started out two days before the opening, intending 
drive about forty miles. Our rig consisted of a 
•ong, light, double-seated wagon, drawn by two of the 
Jghest and fleetest-footed broncos in town. We carried 
duffle other than guns and cartridges, it being our 
rention to p.ut up at a farmer's house. 
Our road was the prairie, and our course as straight as 
? nature of the ground would permit. The going was 
od and we could trot the horses most of the time, but 
Dve slowly when our two dogs were out, as we did not 
sh them to become footsore. 
After driving about twenty-five miles we put up for the 
rht. The next day we continued on our way, and, as 
; had but fifteen miles to go, noon found us near our 
stination. We began to look around for birds and a 
ica to put up. The farms Avcre large and houses far 
art. We drove along toward some buildings and let the 
gs range; here is where we made our mistake. The 
gs struck a trail and worked toward a cornfield. We 
»pped the team and Ed took a gun, got out and followed 
mi. It so happened that this farm belonged to a man 
lo had a strong prejudice against gunners, especially 
5se from towns. 
As Ed with the dogs worked up nearer the buildings, 
ank, who knew the owner's peculiar aversion to shoot- 
l, said. "That is Anderson's place. I hope Ed won't 
Dot. We'll see trouble if the old man is about and us 
lows one day ahead of time." 
The dogs were in wheat stubble near some standing 
rn, Here they came to a point. Ed raised his gun. and 
fore we could warn him not to fire, the birds rose and 
dropped one. At the same instant we heard a yell 
nx\ the corn and saw a boy running toward the house, 
all the while screaming as though Indians were after him. 
Out from the liarn rushed a man in shirt sleeves. Frank, 
who was driving us slowly after Ed, now shouted "Get 
those dogs, quick," and suiting his actions to his words, 
collared one and bundled him into the wagon, Ed follow- 
ing with the other. We divined that something was 
about to happen, as a look toward the barn showed us 
a man saddling a horse, which he mounted just as we got 
turned about. If we did not know what was coming we 
soon gathered knowledge on the run. Fortunately for us, 
a wire fence separated the fields so that the farmer had 
to make quite a detour before he Avas on our track. 
We knew that recognition would be followed by a com- 
plaint and prosecution for shooting before the chicken 
(sharp-tailed grouse) season opened, and that a hot diase 
was behind, 'and a hard ride before us. We waited on 
nothing and soon- left the trail to put as much of the 
wire fence in our pursuer's way as possible. This course 
took us near another house, whose inmates, attracted by 
our shouts and the racket we made, rushed out to see 
the fun. We heard a horn, saw the farmer and his family 
gazing in astonishment, his boyS climbing on to a wheat 
stack for a better view. We had an advantage in that 
our horses were light, wiry runners, while Anderson's 
was a heavy worker, but the unevenness of the prairie 
kept our wagon, on the jump and bounce as though two 
wheels only touched the ground at a time. 
Our pursuer came on about a half-mile behind; where 
it was fairlv smooth he could not gain a foot; when we 
struck gulches atid rough places he pulled on us, as we 
had to slack up. What, with dogs and guns, we were too 
busy to watch out much, our guns well wrapped up in 
the horse blankets, our shell boxes burst and their con- 
tents were rolling about underfoot when suddenly we 
came Upon a CoUlee, too late to stop or avoid, and over 
we went, "hell bent for election," as Ed afterward said. 
Luckily nothing broke but the strap that held the tail 
board, which dropped down and let most of our cartridges 
escape The shock left us breathless, and two hats re- 
mained with the shells to cheer the enemy. After this one 
of Us stood Up, braced by the others, and looked out for 
bad places. We soon came to one where all had to get 
out. Frank led the horses, Ed took the back end. Bill and 
I a forewheel each, and we got over. Our follower made 
time here, and in our haste to board, our seat was pulled 
off and left behind. The excitement ran high, and Ed, 
who was growing belligerent, wanted to stop and fight. 
We could not hear to that, as prosecution would follow in 
any event. The pace seemed to tell on our pursuer, who, 
abandoning the attempt to overhaul us, now contented 
himself with keeping us in view. Taking advantage of 
this, we slowed up, to a trot, hoping to kill time enough 
to bring our arrival in town after dark. We also bore 
off considerably from a direct course, well knowing he 
would strike straight for town once he knew for a cer- 
tainty where we were heading. We were careful to avoid 
buildings, knowing that witnesses would be easy to pro- 
cure. 
Four heads were an advantage, too, for we could watch 
all directions, and, seeing the enemy turn of? toward a 
farm we headed the opposite way, for it dawned on us 
that he might change horses; and, in fact, that is just 
what he did do, but we were so nearly out of sight when 
he resumed our trail that the maneuver availed him little. 
Three hours had now passed, and we were more than 
thirty miles from where our troubles began; ten miles 
more and we should be in town. We had ridden between 
forty and fifty miles already, and our team was pretty 
well played. About this time we struck a slough, which 
we took on foot. We got through after a fashion, though 
nothing but desperation would attempt it. Here our 
pursuer brought up, and guessing our destination left us 
and rode directly for town. We watched him off with re- 
lief, and began to devise means to outwit him and the 
oflicers he might employ. It happened that the horses 
belonged to one man and the wagon to another, these 
parties being unknown to each other. 
We jogged along slowly as the sun declined, and at 
dark were on the opposite side of town from where we 
should have entered. As we approached we deployed in 
skirmish line; at the outermost houses we unharnessed, 
stowed everything in the wagon, ran that into a shed! 
two mounted the broncos and took separate ways; the 
other two took each a dog and footed it quietly for home, 
where we all arrived without detection. In the morning 
we learned that Anderson had got a constable and both 
were on the watch. There was some suspicion and talk, 
but nothing ever came of it. A few days later we drove 
out and recovered the lost seat and a quantity of shells, 
but never saw the hats; we got some birds, too, but did 
not go near Anderson's. Walter B. Savary. 
Living: it Over Again. 
Almost every man has his own idea of the best test 
of another man's worth. The old adage runs that to 
truly know people one must live with them. Some hold 
the view that to read the ins and outs of human character 
one must travel with it. Your yachtsman tells vou that 
you do not know your friends in their true light until 
you have sailed with them under adverse weather condi- 
tions; and all of these deductions doubtlessly carry much 
weight, but verily the man who holds your love and re- 
spect through the vicissitudes of repeated hunting trips 
must ring true, for in the sharp pursuit of the elusive 
pheasant, day in, day out, through bog, swamp and un- 
derbrush; through the tangle of mountain laurels, bull 
briers, scrub oaks and fallen trees, the best tempered of 
men will be mightily tried, especially after missing a 
difhcult right quarterer, which sails merrily away over the 
distant line of treetops to be shot at again some other 
day. It is because of the trial of repeated years that I 
feel so keenly the loss entailed by my not being able to 
join the Doctor, Ross and WiUie on their annual gun- 
ning trip. This is a treat that I have missed but once 
before in many years, and as I ruminate the scenes 
come back in all their vividness that made the charm m 
the days that have gone. 
The open season is now at hand. For the past month 
there has been considerable activity in quarters quiet at 
all other tmies. The guns have been cleaned and pol- 
ished until they shine like a new pan; each morning Ross 
has glanced at the faUing leaves with great silent satis- 
faction; each evening the Doctor informs me that the 
sunset has a decided look of fall, and Willie, who never 
shoots any game because of his near-sightedness and 
tender heart, has asked me at least fifty times whether 
I could not in some way manage to reach IMaple Ridge 
for a day with Jess, our constant hunting chum, than 
whom no better gunner ever tramped the woods in search 
of game. 
A few nights back, after a mysterious disappearance 
of forty-eight hours, which it transpired had been spent 
on a Long Island game preserve testing the merits of 
one Gordon setter, Duke by name, the Doctor an- 
nounced confidentially* that he had at last become pos- 
sessed of a prize in the hunting dog line, and while 
he wouldn't care to spread the news too quickly, he firmly 
believed Ross's .Irish setter Mac and Jess's premier Kyd. 
would be beaten to a standstill by Duke. Together we 
journeyed to Ross' home with Duke, who was intro- 
duced to_ Mac with all solemnity. What passed between 
the two in the mysterious dog tongue we do not know, 
but we do know their behavior was such tliat Mrs. Ross' 
sense of hospitality was outraged at once, and Mac was 
banished to the stable, his accustomed domicile, while 
Duke, the guest, was allowed full swing, and when he 
steadily pointed an inoiTensive kitten Ross pronounced 
him of good stock, at least, explaining that a good bird 
dog would always point a cat. I wondered whether this 
was because cats liked birds, but asked no questions. 
After much speculation as to whether Duke and Mac 
would work together in the woods, wc rose to go, Ross 
generously praising Duke, while feeling positive deep 
down in his soul that the dog who could rival Mac in 
field work had not yet been born, and thus are good 
men loyal to their dogs. 
To-day they bade me good-by, the Doctor assuring me 
that I would be with them. Ross, busy with the dogs, 
cheerily announced he could see me in the cosy library, 
and Willie, ever considerate of the welfare of us all, 
smiled knowingly and told of his anxiety to meet me at 
the station, no matter when I arrived. All this in the 
face of my absolute inability to join them, and still it 
was the finest way in the world to drive away my blues, 
I actually got to feel that I was going later, and my 
spirits rose within me to such a height that I resolved 
to chronicle briefly their doings of a previous year, and 
in the qtiiet of my den get all the enjoyment possible 
out of this mental hunting trip. 
As I gaze into the cloud of smoke I see again Jess 
meeting us at the station with his two colts,' Ben and 
Lucy, and as we ride back into the mountains he tells of 
the twelve phea.sants he has flushed in Bog Meadow on 
a recent morning; of the nine pheasants he put up over 
in the cat hole; surely the worst place to reach in that 
part of the country; of the reports Lynn's boys have 
brought in from Sugar Camp; of the rare luck he has 
had over at the Hermit's cabin, a landmark with a local 
romance, and last but not least, of the numerous coveys 
of quail to be found around the base of Mt. Jager, very 
appropriately named the Hunter's Mountain, from the 
German, not forgetting the tame coveys he always has 
in the home buckwheat fields that his city friends may 
not be forced to return from the day's hunt empty 
handed. We have heard these stories before and know 
Jess so well, that while we lay no stress on the tame 
bird part, we are sure of good shooting in the other 
well-known spots. After a rousing greeting from Ed 
and the rest of the family, we adjourn to the library, 
sample of Mr. K.'s new apple crop, pass on the merits of 
the cider, smoke a last pipe in a heated discussion over 
the dogs and go to bed, wondering how sore to-morrow 
night will find us. The Doctor, ever first to rise, rouses 
us all at daybreak by pounding on our doors with his 
hunting boots and then firing a salute under our windows. 
A hearty breakfast, with the lightest of wheat cakes 
and honey, forming a part of the menu, because of good 
Mrs. K.'s kindly remembering our weakness, and we 
start for Bog MeadoAv to begin our ten days- hunt. 
Veriljr, this is the bird hunters' paradise, not more than 
two miles square, always rich in running water, and never 
failing to furnish pheasant, quail and woodcock, with an 
odd wood duck now and then to add variety, and we 
have come to feel that as Bog Meadow is rich or poor 
in game, so is the season going to be in hunting. On 
this trip, which looms so A'ividlj^ before me, the other 
three gunners have brought their wives, in consequence 
of the deep interest the latter folks have taken in our 
stories, and each man knows this first day's hunt will 
have much influence on his future privilege of telling 
hunting stories to a believing and appreciative audience 
by his home fireside, therefore do they hunt hard and 
shoot carefully, each jealous of the gther, while I, an 
amused spectator, finally feel the necessity of shooting 
something to establish in the minds of these good women 
friends my powers as a hunter, for I, too, have sometimes 
told them stories. Sundown sees us comparing bags. 
Ross has three pheasants and a quail, Jess three pheas- 
ants and two quail, I have one pheasant and three quail, 
and horror of all horrors, the Doctor whom we have ban- 
tered year in and year out, because of his path-finding 
ability and ammunition-wasting propensity, displays to 
our envious gaze nine pheasants and eight good-sized 
quail, and shortly after our homeward march is started 
we miss him altogether. 
At the first sight of the farmhouse lights, far over on 
a knoll in the lee of Maple Ridge, we three remaining 
pause to rest and wonder at his disappearance. Some- 
what alarmed I suggest that he may have met with a 
mishap, but Jess at once dispels my fears by his theory 
that the Doctor has taken a short cut over the old trail 
to get home first and overcome the ladies as well as 
humiliate us by his splendid bag of game, and that by 
now the birds are probablj' neatly swinging from the 
rafters of the kitchen shed,- with the ladies dividing 
their admiring gazes and loud praises between the com- 
placent, beaming Doctor, as he stands by trying to wear 
an everyday, unconsc-ous expression, and his splendid ar- 
ray of game. "A vksion. Jess!" I cried; "Willie has taken 
the ladies to Bean Creek for a drive, and we'll get home 
first.'' The faraway look in Ross' eyes gives way to a 
twinkle of concentrated mischief, as he unfolds a nefari- 
ous plot to rob the Doctor of his well-earned laurels, 
With smiles r)f expectation we stalked along toward 
home, scattering at the farmhouse gate, so that one of 
might find the Doctor and remain sufficiently near to 
