Forest and Stream. 
A Weekly Journal of the Rod and Gun. 
Copyright, 1908 bv Forest and Stream Publishing Co. 
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DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI. 
Raymond L. Spears, whose unique relation of expe- 
riences on "A Walk Down South" attracted so much at- 
tention .and was received with so much favor as published 
in these columns, has undertaken, under commission from 
the Forest and Stream, an extended expedition down the 
Mississippi River, starting from St. Louis in a small boat 
and proceeding as far toward New Orleans as the tim_e 
to be devoted to the trip shall allow. 
Mr. Spears will study the phenomena of the great river, 
the natural history, and the people. There is no more in- 
teresting section in this country; and Mr. Spears has in 
his "Walk" demonstrated his rare capacity as an observer 
of things that are worth seeing, and his skill in the 
delineation of them. Our St. Louis contributor, George 
Kennedy, wrote the other day : "I have traveled many 
hundred miles with that wonderful man who sees things 
and tells what he sees. He should always travel and 
always write about his travels." 
In the Mississippi country Mr. Spears will find of 
things to see and describe a very embarrassment of riches. 
His letters will be one of the most notable features of 
these columns -in the months to come. 
COLORADO DEER SKINS. 
A CASE of great importance to the protection of Colo- 
rado game is before the courts of that State. It is one 
arising from the confiscation of 300 deer hides which 
the authorities claim were unlawfully had in possession. 
The warden seized them, the dealer from whom they 
were taken sued to recover them and won his suit, and 
the State has appealed from the decision. The importance 
of the final adjudication of the case is well indicated in 
the paragraph of the argument for appellant in which 
the meat and hide hunters and buyers are truly charac- 
terized as, except the beasts of prey, the most heartless 
and persistent enemies of the game. If this case shall be 
lost by the State the effect upon protection will be most 
deplorable. The District Attorney is fortunate in having 
for an associate in the case one whose interest in game 
protection is so warm as that of Mr. Beaman, and one 
who understands so thoroughly not only the legal prin- 
ciples involved but the true relation of a perpetuated game 
supply to the good of the commonwealth. 
Mr. Beaman has had large share in the development of 
the Colorado gam.e law, which is to-day among the most 
sensible and comprehensive of our game codes. It makes 
recognition in full measure of what has come to be 
accepted as a basic principle of adequate game protection, 
that the sale of meat and hides must be prohibited. This 
is saying, in another way, that the game is for the people, 
all the people, and not for a few butchers and dealers. 
Colorado has found out, as other States in the West and 
in the East have proved, that prohibition of selling is an 
absolute essential of any scheme of protection which pro- 
tects. The outcome of the case now before the court 
will be looked for with an interest by no rneans confined 
to Colorado, _ . . _ 
THE PASSING DAYS. 
How few of us know the pleasures of outdoor 
life, or, knowing them, enjoy them as we might and 
should. We are brought up to believe that business is the 
most important occupation of life, and that time is money, 
and so we stick to our desks and miss many innocent and 
healthful amusements that lie within our grasp, if we only 
knew it. There are few men who would not work better 
and live better if out of every week they took one day 
to spend abroad in the country, enjoying the sights, 
sounds and pursuits so easily accessible to all of us, and 
so foreign to our daily lives. 
The passing days of autumn are especially attractive. 
All nature is astir with slow movements — the gradual 
changes which presage the coming winter, when our 
world shall sink into the long sleep which will end in 
another beautiful awakening. The fields, still green for 
the most part, though patched now and then with brown, 
are dotted with autumnal flowers, and fringed with 
hedges and woods, yellowing in their ripened frondage, 
while here and there the flame-colored foliage of hard 
maple, or Virginia creeper, or late sumach, brightens the 
landscape with touches of brilliant crimson. 
If one goes out now with dog and gun, he may follow 
up the course of some brooklet, beating the alders and 
birches which spring from the moist soil, in the hope of 
starting a russet woodcock, and then turning into a wide 
corn-lot, may push his way through waist-high ragweed 
and among shocks of yellow corn. At each step a hun- 
dred little sparrows or warblers spring from the weeds 
where they are feeding. The dog, as he quarters the field, 
shows now and then dimly white through the weed-tops. 
Over the woods beyond, black-winged crows are slowly 
faring, silent now, where a month or two ago they were 
gathering together in tumultuous conclave. 
Plunging into the woods, the good dog may strike the 
trail of the ruffed grouse, which, if old and wise, may 
rise far ahead, with its sound of distant thunder; or, if 
it be a bird of the year, may run and stop, as the careful 
dog draws after it, until finally, when it takes wing, it 
may be within reach of the ready gun, and before it has 
gone many yards may fall to the quick shot. 
Beyond the woods are other stubbles, one of buck- 
wheat, from whose border the quail this morning have 
run out, and, scattering themselves among the thin stalks, 
are now feeding. A light breeze brings their scent to the 
dog's nose, and before he has got far into the lot he 
stops; then, as we come up on either side of him, he 
moves cautiously forward. Little by little he crouches 
lower and lower, until finally he is crawling on his belly, 
and at last comes to a full stop, showing us what is not 
often seen to-day, the real setter dog — a dog which sets 
his game. As we step forward, and as the rattle of wings 
falls upon our ears — a roar which always sends the blood 
a little faster through the veins, and is likely to make the 
gunner shoot too quickly — we try to select our birds, but 
we shall do well if we get a single one for the two bar- 
rels ; and, indeed, when retrieved, it may appear that the 
birds should be left, for they have not 3'-et attained their 
full size, and are not fit to kill. 
Let us fake then an old and little used road, which shall 
lead us to another covert, where a woodcock or two may 
be found. On either side the road are tracks for the 
infrequent wheels, and between them another track where 
the feet of horses have worn down the grass. Late 
goldenrod and asters spangle the vivid green which lies 
everywhere between the tumble-down stone walls mark- 
ing the boundaries of the road. On either side great 
birches hang over it, j'ellow now from lowest branch to 
topmost twig, and dropping through golden sunshine 
leaves yet more golden in a continuous shower. The 
October sun shines warm; the October haze hangs a deli- 
cate veil between us and objects a few hundred yards 
away. Scarcely a sound is in the air, except now and 
then the subdued chirp of some tiny bird or the distant 
call of a bluejay, changing his location in the nearby 
wood. 
Such days are too perfect to work in, and he who 
spends them confined within four walls is missing more 
than he knows of pleasure and of inspiration. Such 
days are for contemplation, fo'r the enjoyment of the 
beautiful things in nature, and he who spends them 
abroad bears with him on his return — whether his game 
bag or fishing creel or collecting case be light or heavy—; 
a reward far greater than may be measured by money 
gained or meed of success won in the pursuits of store or 
office. 
Each one of us oright to take advantage of such days, 
of which so many come at each season of the year. He 
who goes much abroad will never find two days alike, and 
in each day will find some pleasure not had in iany other 
day. Each season has its own peculiar pursuits, its own 
vivid interests, its own especial charm. It is well to go 
abroad for shooting, or for angling, or to observe the 
birds, or to gather the flowers;' yet the purpose for which 
one goes is not important; what is important is that he 
shall go. 
The world is too much with us; late and soon, 
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: 
Little we see in Nature that is ours; ' 
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! 
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; 
The winds that will be howling at all hours, ' 
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; ' I 
For this, for everything, we are out of tune; ' 
It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be ' 
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; ' 
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea. 
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; '' 
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; ' 
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. 
— ^Wordsworth. 
FIXED. 
In these days of restricted shooting areas and growing 
difficulties of finding for oneself desirable shooting oppor- 
tunities, a leaf may be taken out of the experience of a 
New York man, who, by the exercise of an engaging 
personality, has secured for himself an exclusive shooting 
over a well stocked preserve. It is not a pre- 
serve in name ; the shooter has no actual title to it, not 
even a lease; but he holds the ground year after year by 
the simple power of good will and personal agreeable- 
ness to the owners. A decade ago this New York sports- 
man found himself in a section of North Carolina not 
frequented by gunners from abroad. There were no 
hotels nor any special inducements for the tourist sports- 
man, beyond the one essential of a moderate game supply. 
Having persuaded a farmer to take him in as a boarder, 
he enjoyed the season's shooting, and at its close had 
formed friendships which prompted an invitation to come 
again. A second visit not only strengthened the friend- 
ship already made, but widened the circle of acquaint- 
ances, and with each succeeding year the visitor's part 
in local interests has grown. The question of where to 
go for game, which vexes so many, gives him no trouble. 
He is "fixed." 
CHARLES P. FRAME. 
On Thursdaj^ October 22, Charles P. Frame, of this 
city, died suddenly on a sleeping car near Indianapolis, 
Ind. Mr. Frame was born in Brooklyn, L. I., and edu- 
cated at Flushing. As a boy he entered a fire insurance 
office, and his ability and attention to his work won him 
rapid promotion. When he went into business for him- 
self he was very successful, and the firm Frame, Hare & 
Lockwood, and their successors. Frame & Hare, were 
v.'idely known in insurance circles as successful houses. 
Mr. Frame retired from business some" years ago. At 
the time of his death he was in his 64th year. 
Mr. Frame was always an ardent sportsman, devoted 
especially to gunning, and above all to duck shooting. 
For many years he, with a number of friends, among 
v/hom were Mr. Frederick W. Leggett, John B. Law- 
rence, Jr:, and D. G. Elliott, the ornithologist, visited with 
great regularity Albert Lea, in Minnesota, and Puck- 
away. Wis., where they had wonderful duck shooting. 
Later, Mr. Frame was a member of the Narrows Island 
Club, of Currituck county, N. C, and there he had great 
shooting. At the tim.e of his death he was a member of 
the Laurentian Club, of Canada, which he visited every 
year. Latterly Mr. Frame had turned his attention more 
to angling, and did less gunning. 
Mr. Frame was a man of singularly genial manners 
and of an unusually sweet nature, and of those who met 
him, there were few who did not wish to know him 
better. Enthusiastic as he was about shooting, he was 
at the same time a man of very even temper, cool and 
ready for whatever might turn up. His death causes 
deep sorrow to a very large gircle of friends. 
