FOREST AND STREAM 
659 
Whoa! Heed!! 
TROUBLE FOR MARYLAND SPORTSMEN. 
Johnson Stockslager, of this city, while walking 
through Ben Mar Park, a noted summer resort 
near the Pennsylvania line, saw three fine bucks, 
and two does fleeing in the face of the huge 
mountain fire, which threatened to wipe out the 
park. The deer were near each other and 
seemed bewildered. There is no open season for 
deer in Maryand this year. 
Hagerstown, Md., November io.—The outbreak 
of the foot and mouth disease, which is spread¬ 
ing rapidly through this section, has put quite a 
ban on hunting of small game. Many farms have 
been quarantined, and deputies are continually 
watching these for any signs of hunting near 
them. A proclamation from Governor Golds- 
borough is expected in a few days prohibiting 
hunting in Western Maryland during the re¬ 
mainder of the open season. 
To-day, the first day of the open season in 
Washington County, found every true lover of 
the sport in the field. Many fine bags were re¬ 
ported. 
Almost every farm within five miles of this 
city prohibit hunting on the land. Deputies 
patroled the county continually yesterday and 
will until the close of the season. 
Mountain fires, which have been prevalent 
throughout this county this fall have played havoc 
on all small game and birds. Many of these 
were driven into the valley. Several hunters were 
lucky enough to obtain a number of pheasants. 
One hunter showed a woodcock, which he shot 
near Hagerstown and in the low lands. It was 
one of the finest specimens shown in this city. 
This bird, which was plentiful in years past, is 
now almost remote. 
Steady. 
NEW YORK LICENSE FORMS EXHAUSTED. 
Mr. Llewellyn Legge, Chief Game Protector, 
writes: Owing to the great demand, the 1914 
supply of hunting and trapping licenses furnished 
to the county, city and town clerks by the Con¬ 
servation Commission is entirely exhausted. 
Therefore, to meet 'the sudden and unexpected 
request for additional licenses, the Conservation 
Commission found it necessary to use the 1912 
licenses upon which was placed the stamp of 
the Conservation Commission making said 
license good until December 31, 1914- County, 
ci'ty and town clerks will therefore issue these in 
lieu of the regulation 1914 license as above de¬ 
scribed, and all of the protectors will recognize 
them as the legal license for the balance of the 
year. - 
KEEPERS OF THE MIDNIGHT VIGIL. 
By R. P. L. 
O Missis Jones lay on her bed ah-sighin’ 
Jus’ got word that her Casey was-ah dyin’ 
Go to bed children, an’-ah stop yo’ cryin’— 
Yuh gotta another papa on thuh Salt Lake Line.” 
A dizzy thrill crept up my spine, I stiffened 
perceptibly. I leaned back. I adjusted my new¬ 
ly purchased glasses and waited. I knew on 
the instant what it was. It was Julius- Having 
found out that I had returned from California 
he had come to welcome me back from the 
sensuous southwest in his own particular manner 
of procedure. 
He entered, making a grand sweep with his 
lid. 
“My—Robert—how you have grown,” he said, 
showing his two near-golden false teeth, in the 
front of his face, and the grin that covered 
his countenance allowed me to see what he had 
eaten for breakfast, so deep and revealing was 
it. “You look as though you have been put through 
a sausage machine, and your face has the color 
of brown wagon paint. Otherwise you might 
pass for a human being!” 
I allowed my delicate, neat little lady-like hand 
to be squeezed absolutely bloodless in his con¬ 
crete-nurtured paw, much to his Satanic pleasure. 
“Words cannot express the depth of feeling I 
realize in this moment of meeting,” I uttered, 
with the deepest conviction, thinking of the pain 
I had that moment co-mingled with. “My love 
for you is a red, red rose— nit. You have 
changed some, I note. Considerably taller 
around the waist, ain’t you. Fresh air, I sup¬ 
pose—pure water—and long morning walks— 
from back-door to back-door.” 
“Oh, don’t mention it,” he said, simulating a 
fluttering, and flattered, spirit, holding the flat 
of his hand toward me in reproof. “Ah, the 
wine of the atmosphere, how it tingles through 
one, setting one’s blood a-flow. The joy of the 
early morning walk—the brisk air—the trees 
swaying—the farmer wagons rumbling by: ah, 
’tis indeed great!” 
“That’s philosophical—I don’t think,” I with- 
eringly suggested, drawing my lips down in the 
A Classic Point. 
famous Lincoln contempt. ‘“Are you glad to see 
me back?” 
“Glad is correct,” he replied, sedately settling 
himself in a chair, and like the Monte Carlo 
spendthrift he is, taking from his pocket a five 
cent Duke of Moreland cigar, with a handsome¬ 
ly embellished wrapper on it, that would make 
anyone, unacquainted with cigars, think it was 
a ten center. “We can now go fishing together, 
out on the ice. Oh, we will have all sorts of 
fun this winter.” 
“You want me to go out nights, now, I s’pose, 
and suffer, fishing crappies,” I wanted to be 
gently informed. 
“The same,” said Julius, with masterful delib¬ 
eration, with an air of finality that made me 
realize I was a slave to his inclinations. “Now, 
you take the fishing out here on the Tonkas, 
for instance: Down there on Maxwell’s Bay, 
men during the last two weeks have caught the 
limit—that’s twenty-five—every time they have 
gone out. I myself have hustled in numbers of 
them. And say —now is just the time to do it. 
Best fishing ever. Better come.” 
“No,” I replied, shaking my head; “I will get 
a terrible cold, and you know I get cold so easily 
before I get acclimated again. No, you don’t 
get me out.” 
“Gee, it sure feels good to be pulling those 
broad-sided fellows out of the lake again, right 
now in the middle of the winter, too, 'when you 
can’t fish any other way, and fish intelligently,” 
ruminated Julius, in a reminiscent air, to¬ 
tally disregarding my remark, and smiling far¬ 
away, distant and mellow, like age contemplat¬ 
ing the golden days of youth, faded and gone, 
Missed. 
