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FOREST AND STREA^M 
October, 1919 
S IMPORTED DOSffiRYl 
for Golf, Tennis and Sport Wear fi 
M _ 1C Men's Finest Scotch Wool Golf Stock- 
liU* XO insrs, in Green* Gray, Brown and ' 
Heather, either plain or fancy tnmove^ t<^s* ] 
with or without feet (with instep strap), 
a pair 
OA Women’s FinestScotch Wool Stockings, 
llO* £$\j in White, White with colored clocks, rt 
Oxford, Green, HcatherandWhiteribbed O AA W 
Cotton with colored clocks, a pair U*W CC 
Complete line Golf, Tennis and Sport equipment* Q 
Mail Orders given prompt attention. Sent r ^ 
prepaid, insured anywhere in U« S. A, X 
w Stewart Sporting Sales Co. Is 
Q 425 FIFTH AVE.,(at 38th St.,) N.Y. 0 
Sports of 
FOR “EVERY WEAR” 
“EVERYWHERE” 
THE PUTTEE of all NATIONS 
Originated in India 
Worn at the North Pole 
Adopted by the Armies of 
the World — A perfect Leg 
Covering for Every Sport 
— Golf, Flying, Hunting, 
Motor Cycling, Polo, 
Camping, Fishing, 
the Snow and Ice 
Fully shaped to fit the leg — All wool — 
Reinforced overshoe • — Stays put. Ask to 
see the Hook. 
For sale, at all sporting Goods Stores. 
Write for name of nearest dealer. 
Lockhart Spiral Service Leggings, Inc. 
244 Broadway, Brooklyn, N. Y. 
AIjrs. to Domestic and Foreign Governments, Military Schools, 
Organizations, etc. 
DUCK SHOOTING 
on the Susquehanna Flats, Chesapeake Bay. 
Have you ever laid in a sink-hox at the 
break of day when the ducks were coming 
in thick? If not, don’t let this Fall pass 
without a try. Last year was a poor sea- 
son; poor seasons do not follow another; 
all indications point for a rough winter; 
ducks will want to feed and fatten up, so 
you can see how easy they will decoy and 
the fun you will miss if you are not on 
hand. Season starts Nov. 1st. For full 
information, address W. D. Sellers, 831 
Prangley Ave., Lancaster, Pa. 
MASSACHUSETTS 
BerkshirP rminty: About 1250 acres. ^loiintain and forest 
and farm Ian<ls. Elevations. loOO to 2500 feet (runs to 
tof»s of two mf»untains). Many springs, two small brooks 
(stocked with trout), excellent location for trout pond at 
?mall - xiH-nse. Ruffed grt>use. rabbits, deer. Two houses, 
oni* a gi'fKl one with a new slate roof (wouUl cost 
$5,000 •. bti;id to-day), needs new kitchen addition, paint 
and i»ai»f'= nl«l worthless barns. Extensive old forests. 
Planiatifii 45.000 young (small) white pines. Some old 
orrhf! d«. Fifty or sixty (neglected) young fruit trees 
Nuni»To:is fliif v'ews. romantic walks and drives, wild 
pictur«fltje scenery. Afijolns (on north) (‘state of 
about 1,000 acres belonging to well known owner and 
(on east) a 10,000 acre Slate Reservation. Address 
C. S T».. Hox 12'1. Forest ami Stream. D East 40th 
Street. New York Tity. 
A DEER HUNT IN THE BLACK HILLS 
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down the farther side. A few seconds 
later, catching glimpses of them through 
the trees as they went up the opposite 
slope, my brother halted them with a 
subdued “Ma-af Ma-a!” Shooting 
across his knee, as he sat in the deep 
snow, he killed a small three-point buck 
with a shot through the shoulder at 125 
yards. Ben’s shot at the other, when it 
hesitated at the t;op of the hill, failed to 
score. 
W E hunted the two days following, 
without success, and decided to 
move over to Gillette Canyon, five 
miles to the north-west. I was to take a 
mule and bring in the deer, while Win 
and Ben, after scouting around awhile 
where they had seen some fresh tracks 
the evening before, were to load the stuff 
into the wagon, and be ready to break 
camp about noon. 
The boys had dragged in the second 
deer they had killed the first day, and, 
putting a front quarter of the venison on 
to boil, I harnessed my mule, and, hang- 
ing a singletree and the ax on the hames, 
I got aboard with my gun, and started 
for the big buck. Cutting a small pine 
tree, I rolled the buck upon it, and, 
mounting my mule, pulled it to camp. 
The other buck being a small one, I 
decided to pack it in, tied across the 
mule’s withers. Picking *ip the boys’ 
track near where they had started the 
deer, I had no trouble in finding the spike 
buck, and, tying it on my mule, climbed 
on behind it and started away, much to 
the disgust of a flock of Camp Robbers, 
or Canada Jays, that had been very busy 
about the scene. 
The mistake I made was in leaving the 
head on the deer. When we had trav- 
ersed a few hundred yards, one of the 
needle-like horns gouged the mule in the 
ribs, and, with a sudden buck, she threw 
me and my gun ten feet away into a 
snow-drift. 
Pitching and bawling, she plunged 
through the woods in terror, trying to 
rid herself of the terrible monster that 
had fastened itself upon her shoulder, 
and was clawing out her vitals. 
I was very much afraid she might be 
fatally injured by the sharp spikes of 
the deer, which had turned under her, 
and, getting out my knife as I ran, I 
managed to come up and cut the rope. 
When the deer fell, she planted both 
heels inti it with a resounding smack, 
and, turning quickly about, with bared 
teeth and blazing eyes she rushed 
viciously upon it, and, biting out a great 
mouthful of hair, whirled away and dis- 
appeared in the timber. For twenty 
minutes the woods rang with her bray- 
ing, as she made her way toward camp 
and her team-mate. Recovering my gun 
from the snowdrift, I took a short hitch 
on the deer’s horns with the rope, and 
dragged it two miles to camp. 
That afternoon we pulled over to a 
point on Gillette Canyon where the little 
valley makes a square turn to the north. 
In the angle, we had built a dog-house 
a couple of years before, and had found 
trood hunting to the west and south. 
There was something unusual about 
the horns 
Here we hunted several days in mild 
weather, and, though we saw deer every 
day, had no luck until one warm after- 
noon, when I had returned to camp 
rather early, I decided to make another 
little foray, a mile or so to the south, 
where the heavy timber came to the edge 
of a big deadening. 
It was after sun-down when I reached 
the border of the ancient burn. I was 
standing in the open, looking about, when 
I saw a good-sized white-tail buck, a hun- 
dred yards to the west, walking toward 
the clearing, his big antlers close to the 
snow, as he sniffed at some old tracks. 
I fired as he crossed an open space 
through the trees. I lost him for a mo- 
ment, in the flash of the heavy charge 
of black powder in the gathering dusk, 
and then saw him running to the sDuth 
across the open, one front leg swinging 
at the knee. I fired shot after shot 
without result, as he swung around me 
to the east, and finally dropped him as 
he raised to clear a big log. 
When I reached camp, an hour after 
dark, the boys, who had heard my fusil- 
lade, had built a big fire for my guidance, 
and were walking around it, puffing at 
their pipes, waiting to hear the story. 
Ben had gone to the east that day, 
and repoi'ted the sight of the biggest 
buck that roamed the woods. The spread 
of his antlers, Ben illustrated with out- 
stretched arms. He had followed him 
all the afternoon, shot at him running 
a couple of times, and finally left the 
track near where he had jumped him at 
noon. The next day, Ben announced, 
was the day set for the fall of the big 
buck. 
But the next morning a howling bliz- 
zard was raging, with half a foot of new 
snow already fallen. Nothing daunted, 
Ben set out for the vicinity in which he 
had left the big deer, while Win and I 
mounted the mules and w-ent off to the 
south, intending to bring in my buck of 
the night before. 
After a fruitless swing far to the 
south-west, we came back across the 
deadening and loaded the deer on one 
