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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Nov. 29, 1902, 
ing and enthusiastic citizens lined the village street, bear- 
ing torches, and betw'een these rows of expectant hu- 
manity walked the "distinguished visitors in our midst," 
two of whom, at least, felt that they were going to 
something worse than their own personal funerals. 
"I thought you told me I didn't need anything but 
rubber boots," said Charlie Spalding to Mr. Clarke, his 
brother-in-law, as they marched .down to the place of 
execution. "How would I look making a speech in rub- 
ber boots? How would I look making -a speech in any 
kind of boots? I never made a speech in my life, and 
I'm not going to." 
Mr. Clarke felt very little better. Mr. Washburne was 
gleeful, smiling and confident, but was so engrossed 
in thinking over his own remarks that he didn't pay 
much attention to the dejection of his companions. _ The 
chairman of the committee was nothing if not invit- 
ing. "Right this way," said he, to Mr. Clarke and Mr. 
Spalding. And he took them up a pair of dark stairs 
into the town hall. "Will one of you gentlemen give 
me a match?" said he. Having obtained the match in 
question, he started to "light up the kerosene lamp, which 
was to furnish the illumination for the occasion. Un- 
fortutiately, the match went out, probably jarred out by 
the blare of the oompah horn, and for an instant there 
was darkness. A swift inspiration came to Mr. Clarke. 
"Duck!" said he to Mr. Spalding, and together they 
ran down the stairs faster than they had come up, and 
made their escape around the corner of the building. 
Mr. Washburne was not so fortunate. The committee 
got him, and the first thing his friends witnessed was 
the sight of the Hon. Hempstead Washburne, exalted 
upon the rostrum of a store box upon the sidewalk and 
addressing an -overflow meeting, which had congregated 
and was now hanging upon the eloquent words of "the 
gentleman from our sister State of Illinois." The Hon, 
Mr. Washburne, they do say, was throwing it in to them 
a little warmer than he was ever known to do before. 
He had them all laughing, crying and shouting by 
turns, so that his speech is even to-day treasured among 
the household words and recited at the firesides of the 
Indiana ' men who heard its sentences fresh from the 
eloquent lips of the speaker. During his speech Mr. 
Washburne, who is always self-possessed and master 
of the situation in public addresses, discovered his two 
friends, Mr. Clarke and Mr. Spalding, peering around 
the corner of the house. They were spellbound for a 
moment, and Mr. Washburne, not knowing anything of 
their escape down the stairway, and supposing that they 
were willing to go on with the programme as laid out 
.earlier, finished his si)eech in something the following 
manner:^ "In conclusion, my dear friends and citizens 
sjf our sister State of Indiana, I will introduce to you 
my friend, Mr. J. V. Clarke, a well-known business man 
of the city of Chicago, who will now address you." 
He turned, waving his hand gracefully toward the 
spot_ where but a moment before he had seen Mr. Clarke 
peering around the corner of the house. He turned, 
looked, and looked_ again. There was no face at the 
point where but an instant before he had seen two faces. 
A sound of rubber boots was heard in the distance. 
Mr. Clarke and Mr. Spalding had disappeared once 
more! No one has ever explained how Mr. Washburne 
got out of this difficulty into which his friends had 
thrust him, but the inference is that he did so gracefully, 
logically and decisively. None of the three ever talks 
a. great deal now about the great political jacksnipe 
hunt at Shelby. Indiana. 
A Big-Bore Believer, 
I am very glad to have the following letter from Mr. 
N, T. De Pauw, of New Albany, Ind., who has the 
proud distinction at this date of killing the record moose 
of the season in New Brunswick. There is little doubt 
.that this is the record head for the entire known moose 
country outside of Alaska this fall. He killed his moose 
with a big-bore gun and lias this to say about the 
transaction : 
"I feel that I must thank you for your very kind 
notice of my big moose in Forest and Stream. As 
you must know, my hunt with Uncle Henry was just 
as fine as it could be. He certainly has an excellent 
territory and is certainly a great man to hunt with. 
Your article is unusually correct, but you are a little 
wrong_ as to the height of the moose. It was 7 feet 
and I inch tall at the shoulder; and you are also wrong 
as to the rifle used, and especially are you wrong when 
you say I "came out of the woods a big-bore con- 
vert." My rifle is a .450 single, hammerless ejector cordite 
express, shooting 70 grains of cordite and a 4S0 grain 
bullet. With a less powerful rifle I am satisfied I would 
not have gotten this moose. He hid himself from us 
behind a thicket of small spruce trees, so that my first 
shot, before it struck him in the chest, went through one 
small tree and cut the edges of two others. My second 
shot, as he wheeled, before it struck him in the left 
shoulder, cut the edges of two trees. 
"I am not a recent big-bore convert. Ever since T 
read Van Dyke's 'Still Hunting' and thought over his 
remarks about killing game quickly, if it was killed at 
all. I have been a bi.g-bore man for big game. Not 
satisfied with a .45-70 and later a .45-90, I imported 
.577 cartridges and persuaded the Winchester people to 
build me a rifle for them, the one you saw in Henry's 
home camp. The execution of this rifle was everything 
one could descire. but its recoil was very unpleasant. 
As soon as the new high power rifles came into market 
T purchased one, I think the third one that Mr. Fnnke 
brought to this country, and followed this up with others 
as they came out. Three years ago I purchased a .375 cor- 
dite, shooting 40 grains cordite and a 320 grain bullet, 
with a velocity of nearly 2,200 feet. Using this rifle, I lost 
an immense mooRe_ last season with a much easier shot 
than I had at the big one this year, because the .375 bul- 
let was broken up and deflected bv some small bushes be- 
tween me and- the moose. ^ I then determined that I 
would never go moose bunting without a rifle powerful 
enough to kill my moose and kill it quickly. As soon as 
7 returned from my trip I ordered the .450 cordite and 
believe it to be the ideal rifle for moose hunting. Its 
accuracy could not be improved upon. It only weighs 
pounds, and yet shot at game, I did not feel the 
recoil It can be taken apsjit and clcfl^qe^ Hire a shot- 
gun, and is so simple in construction thai there is hardly 
the possibility of its getting out of order. I should like 
very much to have you see it." 
A Smali-Bore Believer, 
have died pretty soon, anyhow! And there you are. 
Mr. Williams speaks golden words about snowshoes. 
I don't like the shallow toe hole, nor see the necessity 
for it. About the "waugan stick," I know only the 
tale as told to me. 
So much for the big bore and moose killing with 
the big-bore gun. Here is the other side of the big 
bore-small bore argument, presented in a letter from 
Mr. Chauncey P. Williams, of Albany, N. Y. Notice 
the two Albanys, and witness the divergence of the 
two in regard to the caliber of guns! Mr. Williams 
writes as below: 
"Permit _me to thank you for the pleasure I have ex- 
perienced in reading your 'Across New Brunswick on 
Snow Shoes,' concluded in the current issue of Forest 
AND Stream. The narrative has been of special inter- 
est to me, as I have hunted over some of the country 
you describe, I was at the Nictor and Bathurst lakes 
before there were any permanent camps there, and T 
tramped over nearly all of the surrounding country. 
The snowy part of your account also appeals to me, as 
I hunted with George 'Armstrong, of Perth, N. B. 
(whom I expect you met at the Chicago Sportsman's 
Show of 1900), on snowshoes in three feet of snow on 
the divide between the Tobique and Miramichi, and 
slept out at 15° below zero. On that occasion my luck 
was rather better than yours, as I succeeded in killing 
a moose with antlers spreading 63 inches, 16 points on 
each side and palmation ig% inches wide. What Uncle 
Henry would have said then one can only surmise, as 
that moose fell to but two shots from a .30-30 Win- 
chester. Experience, which I will not here attempt to 
relate, has made me a convert to the small bores. I 
find it quite a general rule that the most strenuous op- 
ponents of the small bores are those who have never 
tried them, or at any rate, have not tried them intelli- 
gently. 
"Did it ever occur to you that the construction of the 
New Brunswick snowshoe might be accountable for the 
scarcity of toe nails in that province? The N. B. snow- 
shoes that I have seen and used have had a short toe 
space from front to rear, so that if the tie loosens up a 
little the toes in going down will sometimes strike the 
forward cross piece of the shoe, thus causing the toes 
to become bruised in continued walking. On the occa- 
sion of the winter hunt mentioned above. I used a pair 
of snowshoes made in the Adirondacks which had a 
toe space of twice the depth of that in a N. B. shoe, and 
although_ I Avore the New Brunswick tie all the time 
and carried frequently heavy loads, my toes caused me 
no discomfort. On other occasions I have worn the 
regular New Brunswick snowshoe with the shallow toe 
space with the same tie and footgear as before, and have 
caused the loss of my toe nails in a few days' traveling. 
I generally do some snowshoeing in the woods every 
winter, and have always suffered less from sore toes 
when wearing shoes having the long toe space than 
when using those with a short one. 
"Your record of the Bear family was also of much 
interest to me. I met Tom Bear at the Bathurst lakes 
in 1897. He was considered a good guide (the In- 
dians were about the only ones in the business then), 
but was the terror of Indian Point at the mouth of the 
Tobique when drunk, as he was pretty sure to be after 
his return from a trip into the woods. Old Noel Bear. 
Tom's father, I saw at Riley Brook not long afterward. 
He had just emerged from a stay of six months or so 
in the woods, where he lived on the country, and I was 
told that he was the only Indian remaining Avho" could 
do so. _ He came to the settlements about twice a year, 
this being one of those occasions, and he had his small 
and very dirty tent pitched in a fir thicket beside the 
river, where he staid in preference to quarters under a 
roof. 
"In Forest akd Stream of Sept. 27 (p. 250), I noticed 
that you tell of genial Adam Moore's saying that 'no 
Indian and no guide who knows his business would 
think of leaving the waugan stick standing by the fire, 
etc' In the preface of 'Chiploquorgan. or Life by 
the Camp Fire in New Brunswick and Newfoundland,' 
a book written by Captain Richard L. Dashwood, and 
published in Dublin in 1871, occurs the following: 
'The word "chiploquorgan" is the Indian name in the 
Milicete language, for the stick on which the kettle is 
suspended over the camp-fire, as depicted on the cover 
of this book. The Indians attach a certain degree of 
superstition to the chiploquorgan, and it is considered 
most unlucky to burn or remove it on leaving camp.' 
Captain (now General I think) Dashwood, in the course 
of his fishing and hunting expeditions, visited Nictor 
Lake in the_ sixties with an Indian, whom he usually 
had for a guide, and from whom he undoubtedly gained 
the information above quoted. Times must have 
changed for the kettle stick as well as for many other 
things connected with sports of the field in America. 
The next time you try N. B., may be, if you leave the 
chiploquorgan standing, it will bring a moose that has 
not shed his antlers." 
So much for both sides of the matter. I presume it 
is very much a matter of prejudice in these things. Per- 
sonally, I am so horribly American that I cannot shoot 
anything but a lever action gun. I would not know 
what to do with a double barreled rifle, but perhaps 
might come to like the arm very much if I used it. 
The Winchester people are crawling up to caliber .35 
now, and maybe after a while they will give us one 
of Uncle Henry's tomato can loads for those who like 
that sort of thing. 
As to settling the question of small bore and large 
bore, it will be a long cold day before that is all over 
with. The small bores, perhaps, do not act the same 
in every instance, that depending largely upon the char- 
acter of resistance the bullet meets in the body of the 
animal. Nor will one be apt to find a series of big game 
animals of any one species in which all will act pre- 
cisely alike from the same wound. It is a matter of 
history that the bad men of the West were hard men to 
kill. They simply would not stop shooting eVen when 
cut to pieces. Other men have been killed from a 
shot in the foot or in the hand. It must be a good deal 
the same way with moose. As to the unfortunate ani- 
mal, of whose undoing I was the unwitting agent, it 
Is of rec6r4 th^t U ncl? Henry sjid the moose would 
New York's Non-Resident License Law. 
We have been having considerable trouble and per- 
plexity this fall over the status of the Minnesota wardens 
in regard to the enforcement of the non-resident license 
law of that State. As correctly reported in these columns, 
this law cannot be enforced against shooters coming from 
a State which has not upon its statute books a non-resident 
license act. The question is, where do you find such a 
State ? Several gentlemen wrote me from New York say- 
ing that they felt exempt from this non-resident clause in 
the Minnesota game laws, on the basis that the State of 
New York has no such thing as a non-resident license 
law. The Minnesota wardens none the less enforced their 
own law against New York shooters, and Mr. Fullerton 
was able to inform several inquirers from the State of 
New York that their own jealousy for their sister State 
of New Jersey had made it uncomfortable for some of 
the New York gentlemen who wanted to shoot in Minne- 
sota. As I understand it, there are ^ome county laws 
which are enacted in retaliation against the shooters of the 
State of New Jersey, that State having established a non- 
resident license for herself. Probably the framers of this 
tit-for-tat legislation did not think of its working as far 
west as the Mississippi River. 
The President's Bear Hoot. 
Chicago, 111., Nov. 20. — ^It is matter of regret for every 
sportsman of the South — or of all America for that matter 
— that President Roosevelt did not succeed in getting a 
shot at a bear in his Mississippi bear himt : or that he did 
not achieve his more probable ambition of getting into a 
mix up with the dogs fighting and holding the bear in 
such way that some weapon of shorter range than the rifle 
might be used effectively. As it was, the luck of the chase 
was against the President, as well it might be on so short 
a time limit as four fractional days. Not even the bound- 
less hospitality of the. South — and we may be sure that 
the South did its best — could cover an exigency like that 
and furnish a bear on such short notice ; not imless it was 
a bear not fer(g naturcc; and no other hardly need apply. 
One may ride sometimes for several da^^s before he gets 
into the final stages of a canebrake bear fight, which nearly 
always has the faculty of going the wrong way and leav- 
ing one out of touch and hearing. The race is not even 
for the swift in all cases, for it matters not that one knows 
which way the pack went, if one docs not know the path 
or bayou or naked ridge which will make it .possible for 
him to get across to the place where he hears the pack. In 
the canebrake one must Icnow how to ride and how to take 
switching and thumping, but there is no such thing as 
cross country riding, or riding straight to the hounds. 
The man acquainted with the lay of the ground, the paths 
and "hocks," as as with the average direction of the 
game when started in a given locality, is the one who has 
;dl the advantage. The real sport of this sort of hunting, 
however, is in hearing and trying to follow the chase. 
The kill is the tamest of it all. It is thought that Presi- 
dent Roosevelt had the pleasure of hearing more than 
one chase, and of seeing the interesting methods of the 
canebrake hunt for bear. 
It is perhaps not in just the best taste to suggest that 
had President Roosevelt's hosts located the hunt further 
to the north, in the bear country of Capt. Bobo, success 
would have been more nearly certain. Bobo would have 
wanted a week, but he would have delivered bears in 
assorted sizes. He was in camp on a hunt at the time the 
President was at Smedes, and report comes that he had 
killed eleven deer and four bears. I do not understand 
about the deer being killed, nor know why so few bear 
were killed, but suspect Bobo was not on a hunt by him- 
self. 
For Governor Longino to ask Capt. Bobo to come to 
Smedes was really an injustice, for neither Bobo nor his 
dogs would know that country, and a hunt there would 
have cost Bobo part of his reputation, at least with the 
ignorant, and would have cost him also most of his dogs. 
The thing to do, from the Bobo standpoint, would have 
been for the President, the Governor and all their suites, 
to come and live with Bobo. Then surely there would 
have been doings. I know personally that Bobo is disap- 
pointed that the party did not bring the hunt to his coun- 
try. I am sure Bobo figures that in some ways he is as 
good as anj"^ governor; and there is more than a suspicion 
that even the President of the United States would have 
to outride Bobo if he got a shot at the bear; but that is 
all the better game for the President, who is himself a 
sportsman. As to Bobo and his principality, in Coahoma, 
I would far rather have his job than that of any governor 
there ever wa.-5 in all the United States; unless, perhaps, 
it were of the Free State of Franklin, which is no longer 
on the map. It is only fair to those of us who had Presi- 
dent Roosevelt's success at heart to let us hope that he 
will try again after his' bear, and that before the rail- 
roads have ended the hunting in the Delta ; and also that 
he will give a chance next time to the governor of Coa- 
homa and its provinces on the Sunflower. 
Ducks. 
The feature of the week's wildfowHng was a very heavy 
flight of ducks which crossed the latitude this week, going 
very high and not stopping. This is perhaps the last of 
the northern birds, for there has been a sharp freeze in 
upper Minnesota and Michigan, and in the former State the 
ice was strong enough to hold up a man on Monday of 
this week. That was in Beltrami county. In spite of the 
hurried exodus, a great many birds have been in this week 
on Fox Lake waters, and some fair bags have been made 
there. Mr. Eddie Pope got seventeen redheads and blue- 
bills one day. Mr. W, L. Wells left for there day before 
yesterday. Nearly every one else has been there who 
can stand so much company. On one day this week 
seventy-five boats were in sight at once on Fox Lake, and 
thirty-seven hunters stopped at one hotel. That shows 
how badly folk want to hunt. Some few got a few birds. 
Quail. 
Quail are a -poor crop in Illinois on the face of the re-, 
ims thus far. We have been, spoiled by two years qf 
