FOREST AND STREAM 
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good reason to think his desertion the cause 
of much suffering to myself, and something hard 
would rise in my throat when I tried to feel 
friendly and forgiving in spite of me- However, 
as Ned came often to see me and we talked 
matters over I came not only to forgive hut to 
sympathize with him. He had led his inamorata 
to the altar on Christmas Eve, starting on a 
bridal tour immediately thereafter. On his re¬ 
scribes its operation thus: “With the end in 
turn he found to his consternation that another 
wedding had come off during his absence, and 
one that he little dreamed of. 
Mr. Enoch Daniels, the man of many patents, 
had gone and done it! Married the elder Han¬ 
nah, relict of Deacon Needham, deceased, and 
was in fact a sort of father-in-law to Ned— 
a relationship that I fancy did not inspire Ned 
with any great amount of respect. However, the 
widow had a perfect right to marry whom she 
pleased, so Ned took his pretty young wife 
home to his mother’s snug fifty-acre farm, and 
Mr. Daniels took charge of the Needham estate, 
including the buxom relict, all of which he man¬ 
aged and still manages, as a temperate, thrifty 
Vermonter should do. As for Ned, he got a 
present of a fine young horse from the widow 
and his wife a nice “setting-out” in furniture, 
besides the two best cows on the farm, which 
is all they are likely' to get at present, as the 
widow—I beg her pardon—Mrs. Daniels, has 
already presented her husband with three healthy 
boys and is herself more buxom and healthy 
than ever. 
Something more than a year after Ned’s mar¬ 
riage, as he and I were celebrating the advent 
of his first boy in my little snuggery over some 
old Glenlivet, Ned asked, “Do you happen to 
know how confoundedly old Sam Hoover fooled 
us at the Rock Shanty more than a year ago?” 
“I didn’t really; as how?” I answered. 
“Why,” said Ned, “he had a snug cabin built 
and his traps set about the head of Bear Run, 
at the very time he told us a cock and bull 
story about there being no game in the woods. 
He leave the woods because he couldn’t find 
deer! Why he was just going out to the clear¬ 
ings after provisions, and we were just green 
enough to save him the trouble of emptying our 
knapsacks for his benefit. He killed over fifty 
deer in that range before the season was over, 
besides taking I don’t know how many bear. 
If I ever—.” But here a red-headed urchin 
broke in upon us to notify Ned that “Miss Miller 
wanted him right away; suthin the matter with 
the baby.” And, seizing his hat, the brand new 
father broke for home like a quarter horse; 
another melancholy instance of a promising, 
young hunter spoiled by matrimony. 
But I have talked you into drowsiness, and it 
is past 9 o’clock. Let us mend the fire and draw 
our blankets about us; on the morrow we will 
hunt the ridge from here to the head of Bear 
Run, where, if we but hunt carefully and pa¬ 
tiently, we may chance to eat venison with our 
bread at supper. 
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and the matter will be investigated and if the 
facts are sufficient to justify prosecuting, with 
fair chance of conviction, the League will see 
that the prosecuting attorney of the county has 
all the assistance we can render to secure a 
conviction. At the same time it should be clearly 
understood that the League will not be used as 
a clearing house .to run down “clews” all over 
the state—we must have “facts.” Missouri is 
no exception. The game wardens of Kansas, 
Illinois and other states are called upon to arrest 
violators in a certain district; when his man gets 
there, he can find no one who will act as a wit¬ 
ness, and no one can be found who will acknowl¬ 
edge that they know anything about the case. 
Yet they expect the deputy to make the arrest 
and secure a conviction. The sportsman of any 
state, by organizing a league can report to the 
league, who in turn will assist the state game 
wardens or Federal authorities in making arrests 
and prosecuting the guilty parties. 
Reducing the bag limit and cutting down the 
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number of licenses that will be issued- We can 
render valuable assistance to the few wardens 
we have and get results if we go about it in the 
right way. 
It is impossible to convert the “game-hog” 
when he has as a primary reason the financial 
gain that is measured by the number killed, rather 
than the protection of wild life for future gen¬ 
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