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January 31. 1914 
FOREST AND STREAM 
CONTENTS 
Vol. LXXXII. No. 5. 
AFTER DUCKS . 135 
AN OBJECT LESSON IN GAME 
CONSERVATION—By Henry Chase 138 
BEARS AND STEEL TRAPS —By Dr. 
Edward Breck . 146 
EDITORIAL . 144 
FROM WILDERNESS TO PEERAGE. 141 
NEW FIELDS FOR THE WANDERER 
IN FAR PLACES. 140 
SIR MICROPTEROUS SALMOIDES— 
By Robert Page Lincoln. 145 
SNOWSHOEING IN THE WHITE 
MOUNTAINS—By W. Dustin White 133 
THE BLUE JAY—A Poem by Will C. 
Parsons . 137 
THE NORTH COUNTRY—By Frank 
A. Waugh . 136 
TROUT FISHING IN SWITZERLAND 142 
TRAP SHOOTING: 
PINEHURST'S MIDWINTER HAN¬ 
DICAP-By Herbert L. Jilson... 147 
FIXTURES . 151 
MANHASSET BAY YACHT CLUB 151 
THE HAM AND BACON SHOOT. 152 
THE INTERSTATE ASSOCIATION 
NEWS . 154 
TELEGRAPHIC TRAP SHOOTING 
MATCHES OF THE DUPONT 
CLUB . 154 
HANDICAPPING TRAP SHOOT¬ 
ERS—By Carl von Lengerke.157 
Way Out Upon Spruce Crick 
By Michael Fitzgerald. 
Now things are fixed around the house; 
The floors look bright and clean; 
The stove is shinin’ out like time— 
The best I’ve ever seen! 
For we have got a welcome guest-— 
I tell you he's a brick! 
An’, O, the tales he tells us 
Of his ranch upon Spruce Crick! 
Our cousin Jack long years ago 
Went West to make a pile; 
An’ now he’s back upon the Cape 
To stay a little while. 
An’ he is big an’ strong, an’ says 
The place is lookin’ slick, 
But somehow things are different 
Way out upon Spruce Crick. 
He’s lost a little finger, 
An’ he’s walkin’ rather lame; 
But he laughs an’ says that’s nothin’— 
You’ve got to play the game; 
An’ if your hand ain t steady 
You sometimes lose a trick, 
For the rustlers keep you goin’ 
Way out upon Spruce Crick. 
Jim Walker says it’s kind o’ like 
What he has read in books; 
But Cousin Jack is soft o’ voice, 
An’ he ain’t fierce in looks; 
He’s very gentle in his ways, 
An’ his temper it ain’t quick— 
He says it doesn’t pay to bluff 
Way out upon Spruce Crick. 
I guess he’s gettin’ lonesome, 
For he says: “I’m goin’ back 
To where the timber’s taller, 
An’ the roads are but a track; 
I don’t deny you’re happy 
In this old spot by the sea, 
But the land that has no fences 
Is good enough for me!” 
After Ducks 
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flying high, the other came over, right over Bish’s 
side and within range. “Dont shoot!” I yelled 
at him, and it was a wise move as half of that 
big flock broke and with quacking cries to their 
wooden brothers, and followed by the whole 
mass, began to drop among the stool. Bang! 
Bang! Twelve times we emptied our “pumps,” 
and it seemed as though we had missed our 
chance; yet on closer observation of the stool, 
twelve broadbill, their white breasts turned up¬ 
ward, floated out on the ebbing tide. Two more 
fluttered and dove, only to be shot in their fight¬ 
ing effort toward freedom. No sooner had I put 
my foot in the duck boat to pick up the dead, 
when Bish shouted “Drop.” Without gun, but 
perfectly satisfied, I dropped down behind the 
tender, not a minute too soon, as a single came 
flying down, only to meet Bish’s charge as he 
fluttered about to drop on the edge of the stool. 
Such was the flight all morning, and at 2 
o’clock Bish suggested a halt for the day. We 
had some 120 ducks, mostly broadbill, several 
black, and one or two coot. As it was, we had 
shot too many, and both felt rather guilty as we 
drove homeward that afternoon. If you want 
duck shooting, don’t feel obliged to seek out the 
remote lakes of the Dakotas, or don’t stay away 
because you -think yourself too centered in the 
civilized East, but wait till late fall, pick your 
day, and rest assured that shooting off the rocks 
of Branford or Stratford, Connecticut, not to 
speak of the many other places on Long Island 
Sound, will bag you the best of results. 
American Birds of Paradise 
It is reported that -the importation of birds of 
paradise into Great Britain has fallen in the last 
three years from 3,000 per annum to 200 or 300 
per annum. It is declared that from time to time 
attempts have been made to domesticate birds of 
paradise in Europe, but so far without success. 
Some .years ago—in September, 1909 to be ex¬ 
act—Sir William Ingram liberated on the Island 
of Little Tobago 44 greater birds of paradise. 
Others were set free in the winter of 1910, and 
another in 1912. The importation of this beautiful 
species to this new region was to prevent its abso¬ 
lute extinction, which in its native home—the 
Island of Aru—seems inevitable. It is reported 
that last July four young birds were seen on Lit¬ 
tle Tobago Island, which appears to give assur¬ 
ance that the birds have bred, at least in small 
numbers. Sir William Ingram thinks that of the 
47 birds set free on the Island 30 may be still 
alive, though he is certain of only 16. 
Little Tobago Island is a tiny bit of land close 
to Tobago Island, which lies nearly north of Trin¬ 
idad. It is therefore in the tropics, and no doubt 
in many respects well adapted to the life of the 
birds of paradise. 
We know of so many old world birds that have 
come to adapt themselves to conditions of life in 
the new world that it may be hoped that these 
birds of paradise will do well in their new sur¬ 
roundings. 
