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“Yes sir,” we answered, “Willie and we have 
decided to go to Maine and we shall be delighted 
to hear you say you will join us, sir. Jane is 
going, and it will be highly gratifying to have 
Babe with us also.” 
“Don’t answer them, Freddie” said this Babe 
party, “I’ll talk to Jane.” 
Umph. 
In about a week word came from Jane for 
us to meet at the Country Club for luncheon 
and decide about the hunt! 
Hellityhoot! 
“Decide! Why it’s all decided. These two late 
arrivals aren’t going to blow up the decision of 
the majority at this date, are they?” 
“There’s no decision. It’s going to be voted 
upon.” 
“But what’s the use? Three of us are for 
Maine. The fourth one can go or stay away, 
can’t he?” 
“Never mind. Just wait and come along. It’ll 
be a nice luncheon on the piazza and we’ll have 
a good old fashioned time.” 
“Will Bill be there to vote?” 
“Oh, yes, we”ll all be there.” 
“Well,” doubtfully. “All right, but it will be 
a waste of time and money.” 
As long as Bill would be there the vote would 
be a tie, even if Willie backslid, and the motion 
wouldn't carry—so the previous decision would 
hold. Any man could understand that. So the 
six of us met at the club. 
First, there was a cocktail. Second, another 
cocktail. Next some eats and a great pitcher with 
clinking ice on the inside and other things, and 
fresh green sprays of mint peeping over the 
edges. Willie did most of the talking; Fred 
most of the listening; the two suffragettes most 
of the smiling and winking, while old Bill and 
I stood on our guard. Finally Willie sprung 
the trap. 
“It's moved and seconded,” he said, “that the 
hunt go to Brant.” 
“Not on your 30-30!” we shouted. “No such 
motion has been made! The destination of the 
hunt was decided at the last regular meeting 
and you can’t open the question in this way. 
Your measly old motion is out of order, any 
way!” 
“Then we’ll put the matter in another way. 
It’s moved and seconded that the previous mo¬ 
tion be amended to make the destination of the 
hunt Brant instead of Maine. All in favor 
signify by saying ‘Aye’.” 
“Aye!” 
“Opposed ‘No’.” 
“No! No! No!” yelled Bill and I. 
“Carried!” said Willie, “four to two!” 
“Fraud!” we cried, “You can’t count those 
votes. They don’t belong to the hunt.” 
“You brutes!” 
“Why, you wouldn’t dare to pull the trigger 
of a 22 if there were a cartridge in the barrel! 
Do you think those votes are going to be 
counted?” 
“Certainly,” they said with cold disdain. 
“They’re already counted.” 
Whew! there’s your “Women in Camp!” 
Put aside the Rangeley guide book, 
Lay away the map of Maine. 
We have fought and lost the battle— 
All our argument in vain! 
FOREST AND STREAM 
Tho’ the sun shine on Cupsuptic, 
Tho’ the moon on Kennebago, 
When the women crook their fingers 
We, poor men, must go where they go. 
We shall see no Ambajejus, 
Nor on Pemadumcook’s shore 
Shall we smoke our pipes at eventide 
And list’ the woodman’s lore. 
Mooseluckmeguntic’s beauties 
Are as naught to such as we, 
And the stream of Umbazookskus 
Lonely floweth to the sea! 
We’re the lords of all creation 
(When the ladies are asleep) 
But because their vows they’ve broken 
Hear these two poor bachelors weep. 
We have heard them at the alter 
Pledge obedience to man; 
But if you enjoy excitement, 
Make ’em follow, you who can. 
Hear me, Welokennebacook! 
Mollychuckamunk give ear! 
Allagash and Parmacheenee, 
Wild Aroostook, draw near, 
Shout the news to Millinockett, 
Seven ponds and Shitticook! 
Let it echo round Katahdin, 
Beaver Pond and Chesuncook, 
Tell it thou, too, Androscoggin, 
Old Molunkus give it voice! 
Here’s four hunters going hunting 
To a land of woman’s choice! 
Yep—we went to the Adirondacks, and hunted 
three weeks without a shot. 
THE DEER BILL. 
Representative John B. Hull, Jr., of Great Bar¬ 
rington, Mass., in a speech before the state legis¬ 
lature against a proposed deer bill, which pro¬ 
vides that any person may shoot a deer he finds 
on his premises, if he suspects it is there to do 
damage to crops or fruit and ornamental trees, 
declared it was the most loosely worded bill that 
has come before the legislature and that it would 
result in an open season on deer all the year. He 
moved an amendment to exempt Berskshire 
county from i'ts provisions. He said that the 
people of the county, the granges and snortsmen’s 
associations are opposed to this legislation. “The 
bill should be entitled ‘An act for the extermina¬ 
tion of deer in the Commonwealth of Massachu¬ 
setts,’ ” declared Representative E. S. Abbott of 
Haverhill in supporting Mr. Hull’s objection and 
also asked an exemption of Essex county from 
the provisions of the bill. Representatives from 
other counties offered similar amendments. 
DUCKS COME HIGH. 
Several hunters near Round Lake, Minn., and 
a number just across the Iowa line were caught 
by game wardens and were fined heavily, it is re¬ 
ported. One group paid fines amounting to $2,600, 
besides having their guns taken away from them, 
it is said. One of the men could not raise the 
money with which to pay his fine and was sent to 
serve a term in the penitentiary. 
TOP RAIL 
I want to tell you how I spoilt a good dog once. 
I had a young Irish setter, and after training him 
assiduously for nine or ten months, I had, what 
I thought, was a grand dog. He had learned to 
retrieve in fine shape, and one fine morning I set 
out after ducks. I had great faith in my dog. 
He was of excellent strain, had proved tractable 
and intelligent, and would “go fetch” anything I 
sent him after, which I was particularly proud of, 
because I was a great duck shooter, great only in 
my inordinate fondness for the sport. I had 
started early, and soon after daylight was passing 
through a thin cottonwood grove bordering a 
slew, when a large owl flew over, just above the 
tree-tops. Without stopping to consider what it 
was I brought my gun to my shoulder and fired, 
and the big owl tumbled fairly in the middle of 
the slew. I sent my dog in and he dashed away 
gallantly, almost before I had given him the word. 
When I reached the bank, having pushed through 
some thick buck brush, I saw him in contest with 
the bird and at one moment drawn completely 
under water in the struggle. 
The owl was but slightly wounded in the wing. 
He had grabbed the setter with his sharp talons, 
and the setter was surprised and frightened, but 
finally broke loose and came rapidly into shore. 
I shot the owl, and after much labor succeeded 
in retrieving it myself, and showed it to my dog 
as to no longer be feared. 
A half mile on I killed a pair of mallards with¬ 
in twenty yards of the shore, and told the dog 
to bring them to me. He refused, and no amount 
of coaxing could induce him to go after them, 
nor could I induce him to remain near them after 
I had brought them in myself, though I was gentle 
with him and held them near his nose. To cut 
my story short, the dog was ruined, and months 
of careful training thereafter went for naught, 
through the mistake of killing a harmless owl 
when there was no call for the deed. 
Young hunters, and others, too, for that mat¬ 
ter, may learn a lesson from my misfortune, and 
I relate the story for their guidance. One point to 
be remembered is that it is unsportsmanlike and 
often discreditable to shoot at everything that 
flies over, or comes within range of your gun. 
GRIZZLY KING. 
VAST PRESERVE IN GEORGIA. 
William du Pont, brother of Senator Henry 
A. du Pont, and one of the richest of the family 
of powder manufacturers, is reported to have 
made extensive purchases of land in Georgia 
for the purpose of establishing a game preserve 
It will have a total of 6,529 acres, and will be 
one of the largest in this country. 
Mr. du Pont has bought four plantations in 
Glynn county, thirteen miles from Brunswick, 
Ga. They are known as Altamaha, Hopeton, 
Elizabethfield and Carrs Island. They border 
the Altamaha river, which is navigable for small 
boats. 
