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FOR E S T AND S T R E A M 
May, 1919 
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in rrancisco. C 
Portland) Ore. 
VINRUDING 
boating without the hard hand-blis- 
tering rowii^ — water outings that are zJl pleasure and 
no work. A twist of the flywheel and the lake or river is 
yours. For boating, fishing, hunting, picnicking, there’s 
nothing like sm Evinrude. 
The Evinrude has the built-in flywheel type magneto 
and automatic reverse. Special method of balancing 
practically eliminates vibration. 
See your dealer, or write for catalog. 
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DO YOU KNOW 
that for just 10 cents a day 
you can give a child 
to France ? 
Tli 0 men of France have died fighting our battles. 
The women and children of F ranee are left to bear the 
burden. 
$36.50 a year, added to the small allowance of the 
French Government, will save a child for the new 
Fraiice. Will you subscribe $.10 a day. $3 a month, 
$36.50 a year; payable monthly, quarterly or yearly. 
Every penny of the money collected goes to the chil- 
dren. Expenses are paid from a separate fund. 
Prove your patriotism by helping immediately, prac- 
tically and personally, our ally. France. 
Ten Cents a day means little to you. Wlien a grate- 
ful letter comes from some little child in France you 
will know how much it means there. 
$ .10 keeps a child 1 day $36.50 keeps a child 1 yr. 
:;,00 " " '■ 1 mo. 73.50 " “ “ 2 yrs. 
Date 
I pledge ) $ 36 . 50 .... for a aged .... ia Its 
myself > 
I $ for .... children in their own 
to give J fur years 
I enclose herewith $ in total Payment for the 
above and pledge myself to give the remainder in 
nayments. . . 
CRO.SS OUT THK 1‘AHA- 
GUAI-IIS YOU DON'T ACCKI'T 
I promise to give the same amount next year. I wish 
to know the name and address of the child or children. 
Signed 
Address - 
fhecks should be drawn to ' TIIK FATIIF.Itl.KSS 
CUII.DKF..V OF FItANCK COM.Ml’TTEK" and mailed 
to the tTiicago 'Treasurer, DAVID It. FOIKJAN. Hoorn 
:n Fine Arts Hullding, Chieago 
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Young and old can 
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except on rare occasions. But these 
young crows which have not yet acquired 
worldly wisdom are meat for him. 
I had a .22 Flobert with a 20-inch 
barrel and coarse iron sights. A four- 
inch group at about 20 yards was as 
good as I could do with it. A woodpecker 
in the top of a high tree was out of 
range. Old crows laughed at me. (Ex- 
cept when I caught them on nests.) But 
these full-grown young ones that had 
flown the nest were my particular hunt- 
ing joy. Many a time I have come upon 
one walking about on the ground, or two 
or three of them sitting about in a tree, 
and potted them all with the little “bab- 
bit-metal” gun. 
My grandfather had an old Kentucky 
rifle, calibre 36, with a 44-inch barrel, 
weight 13 pounds — the most of it on the 
end. On a broad leather strap about 
hree inches wide (worn over the shoulder 
like a bandolier), hung the powder-horn, 
and, suspended by a buckskin string, a 
common sewing thimble for a charger. A 
leather bullet pouch completed the rig, 
also attached to the strap. 
With a dime’s worth of black powder 
and a five>-cent box of caps, bought from 
the local store, and bullets made from 
the sinkers of rotting flsh nets in the old 
fireplace, I was equipped to do more ef- 
I fective work on crows than with the 
i little gun. There was no bounty stim- 
ulus, but the campaign was continuous 
and unrelenting, for I had been taught 
the mischievous nature of crows from 
early childhood and had plenty of op- 
portunity to see it. Besides they were 
hard to kill, and that appealed to me. 
Many days, when the wild violets were 
blooming and the trees were coming out 
in pea-green new leaves, I lugged the old 
Kentucky rifle to the woods in quest of 
crows. A continuous guerilla warfare 
was waged on them, both old and young. 
Crows began to fall to the old Kentucky 
rifle at ranges of 75 yards and more, and 
then I was supremely happy. I had got- 
ten so I could kill old crows. But I never 
became skilled enough to kill hawks until 
I was a man. 
My theory is that small boys are more 
or less chips off of one block, and that 
other boys could have as many glorious 
days in the woods as I had, and do a 
service to the state as well; if a slight 
financial inducement were given them to 
get them started. Hunting crows is not 
easy enough to become a bore, and the 
boy can take a pride in the fact that he 
is bagging one of the smartest birds of 
the fields and woods. He will learn stalk- 
ing to a certainty. And it is good sport 
for grown-up boys, too. 
CULPRITS WORTH KILLING 
R ecently a Government hunter shot 
two male wolves which had killed 
150 sheep and 7 colts on two Wyoming 
ranches, while another trapper bagged a 
pair of old wolves which had a record 
of killing $4,000 worth of live stock a 
year. A third trapper destroyed 85 
coyotes and 2 bobcats in one month, using 
6 horses and 200 traps over a trap line 
varying from 50 to 100 miles in length. 
A coyote was also captured which had 
destroyed $75 worth of sheep in one 
week. 
