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FOREST AND STREAM 
March, 1922) 
FOUNDERS OF THE AUDUBON, SOCIETY 
ADVISORY BOARD 
GEORGE BIRD GRINNELL, NEW YORK, N. Y. 
CARL E. AKELEY, American Museum of Natural History, New York. 
EDMUND HELLER, Smithsonian Institution, Washington, D. C. 
WILFRED H. OSGOOD, Field Museum of Natural History, Chicago, 111. 
JOHN M. PHILLIPS, Pennsylvania Game Commission, Pittsburgh, Pa. 
CHARLES SHELDON, Washington, D. C. 
GEORGE SHIRAS, 3d, Washington, D. C. 
JOHN T. NICHOLS, American Museum of Natural History, New York. 
WILLIAM BRUETTE, Editor 
JOHN P. HOLMAN, Managing Editor 
TOM WOOD, Business Manager 
Nine East Fortieth Street, New York City 
Member of Audit Bureau of Circulation 
the last mild day. Below there in a depression is a 
little ice and the trail shows how the deer crawled down 
on the ice and licked its margin in an endeavor to find 
a few drops of water. No use. The puddle is frozen 
solid. Straight to the nearest broofc goes the trail, there 
to meander up and down and across, the toe-marks 
showing how the buck tried to find a tiny spot where 
the ice could be broken. Back again to the evergreens 
to a waterless bed. So runs the story through weeks of 
bitter weather. 
.On the lake, where the wind-blown snow is crusted, 
apjiears the trail of a fox, going straight toward a cer- 
tain timbered point, deviating only to circle a stump or 
log where mice tracks promise a meal. There are shallow 
depressions that show that the fox is lean and not heavy 
enough to break through the light crust, but where 
they leave the lake they are deeper, proving that even 
Reynard’s furry paws are not broad enough to bear 
him up. 
The little river alone is not stilled, ice-coated though 
it be, for its softly tinkling voice comes up through its 
deep armor of clear blue ice. 
THE OBJECT OF THIS JOURNAL WILL BE TO 
studiously promote a healthful interest hi outdoor 
recreation, and a refined taste for natural objects. 
August 14, 1873. 
THE WOODS IN EARLY MARCH 
T here is no other season so attractive to the woods 
lover as early March in the forest. If the day be 
a cold and still one the silence is most impressive, 
broken as it is only now and then by the cracking and 
popping of the trees. And if a breeze stirs their mighty 
tops, those limbs that touch seem to groan in agony 
as their icy surfaces rub together in mournful fashion. 
But if the temperature is rising and the sun is bright, 
cheery little woodpeckers rustle and bustle among the 
trees, busily engaged in seeking for a meal in the bark 
of pine or balsam fir, flitting from yellow birch to stately 
basswood, searching among the moss festoons of the 
swamp tamarack or looking into holes and cracks of 
rotting beech and hard maple. 
In the slashes near a lake, where the snow is light 
and feathery, one finds the cosy bed of the great “snow- 
shoe rabbit,” probably just vacated. Crawling under 
snow-laden branches, pushing l)etween leafless maple 
shoots, your snowshoes catching in unseen stubs, you 
make more noise than is good for purposes of observa- 
tion, and perhaps the momentary glimpse you get of 
Avhat seems to be a bit of snow falling oft' a log may 
indeed be one of these white-garbed fellows flitting away 
to a safer retreat. See how large his tracks are ! Al- 
most as wide, in the soft snow, as those of a deer. It is 
hard to believe they were made by a rabbit until one 
sees the furry pads that in part give him his title. 
Crossing the trail is a shallow groove, as if a sack of 
meal has been dragged at the end of a rope. No deer’s 
this. Look yonder doevn the slope. A tree with the 
bark stripped oft' completely in bands far above the 
ground. These and the tracks in the bottom of the 
groove proclaim the presence of the porcupine. Eurther 
on appears the trail of a “black cat” making straight up 
the slope toward a hemlock-crowned hill, his hunting 
over, sleep attracting him homeward. 
When a deer trail crosses your path, follocv it and 
learn one of the hard lessons of the forest. Beyond a 
fallen treetop where the tender branches have been 
snipped oft, the single tracks lead straight to a rocky 
slope where there are icicles frum the melted snow of 
JOHN H. WALLACE, JR. 
J OHN H. WALLACE, Jr., of Alabama, Conser\a- 
tion Commissioner of his state and a prominent 
figure in all national Conservation movements, 
died recently at his home in Montgomery after a short 
attack of pneumonia. 
Mr. Wallace will be missed and mourned by those 
who knew him, for he had a rare capacity for friend- 
ship and the history of these times will accord him a 
high position among those men who have lived and 
labored that this world might be made a better place 
in which to live and that a richer heritage be left their 
cliildren. 
John Wallace was first of all a true son of Alabama. 
His devotion to his state and all of her traditions was 
the passion, the moving impulse, of his life. He was 
an accomplished sportsman and was devoted to horse 
and hound and bird dog not only because Ije had a 
natural love for them but also because they were part' 
of the history of the race from which he sprang. He ! 
was a conservationist because he wanted those things ! 
to live which were a part of the commonwealth that > 
was his and had been his ancestors and which he would 
have go down safely to his descendants. 
It was John H. Wallace, Jr., who aroused the people! 
of Alabama to their duty of conserving their natural 
resources. He wrote the bill that created the Depart- | 
ment cif Game and Eish for his state and secured its 
passage. He wrote the first adecpiate laws for the ])ro- 
tection of its fish and game and labored earnestly until 
he became recognized not only as a pioneer conserva- 
tionist in his native state l)ut as one of the most dis- 
tinguished and efftcient conservationists of the country. 
TWO SHEEP HUNTERS 
T he past year has been marked by two noteAvorthy 
captures of wild sheep by American big-game 
hunters. 
In the extreme North, on the Chukotsk Peninsula, ; 
Siberia, John B. Burnham, President of the American 
Game Protective Association, spent months in searching 
for the almost extinct mountain sheep of that region, 
and succeeded in killing one individual and securing 
