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ZOOLOGICAL SOCIETY BULLETIN 
LITTLE TOBAGO, BIRD OF PARADISE ISLAND 
Photographed from Tobago by H. D. Baker, American Consul at Trinidad, B. W. I. 
easily trapped, keeping away from anything of 
a new or suspicious character. 
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Little Tobago is at present offered for sale 
by Sir William Ingram. As Mr. Baker said 
to me, it would be a splendid thing to have this 
beautiful little island with its wealth of native 
and introduced bird life, acquired by some so¬ 
ciety or individual who would hold it as a per¬ 
petual sanctuary of wild tropical life, where 
perhaps other interesting creatures on the verge 
of extinction might find a haven of safety. 
Kartabo, March 15, 1922. 
A PIONEER AND HIS DOGS 
Roaming all around Woodchopper, Alaska, pros¬ 
pecting, is a valued friend and correspondent. As a 
sketch of life on the frontier, and the helpfulness of 
wise dogs, the following letter is of much interest. 
W. T. H. 
Dear Doctor: 
Yours of Jan. 10th reached me, or rather I 
received it a few days ago, after a 50 mile mush 
behind the dogs. Am on the trail now, so 
please excuse this pencil. Ink freezes in a tent, 
and it was 41 below zero this morning. 
Well, the inj ured foot is nearly as good as 
ever, only if I am on snowshoes all day it gets 
very sore before night. May have to go out for 
an operation on it this summer as the bone is 
slivered. 
Was hurt ten miles out. Had to crawl over 
a mountain to home cabin, but had not hauled 
out my winter supplies, so was out of grub 
and medicine, and 15 miles from any one and 
the foot was in very bad shape. You can judge 
as I drove a pick through it one and one-half 
inches back of the large toe. Well, the dogs 
were the only messengers I had to send. It was 
rather hard to make them leave me, something 
they have never done before. They would go a 
short distance then run back and smell the ban¬ 
daged foot, then stand and watch to see if I 
could not get up and come. I took nearly one 
hour to make them understand I wanted them to 
go without me. And when they did they went 
in a round about way to a friend’s cabin. He 
tried to drive them away, but thought it was 
queer as he knew they never left me. They 
would not leave him until he found the note 
which had worked under the necks. They 
would not leave him until he came with them. 
They were as pleased as two kids when they 
got back with him. And some will call that 
instinct. 
W. D. McLaughlin. 
Woodchopper, Alaska, 
March 9, 1922. 
