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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Feb. 13, 1909. 
something might have the power of giving them 
all the fight they wanted. After a short interval 
another ferocious dash was made, only to cease 
as the former ones had. Before I knew it the 
horse was floundering in the water almost waist 
deep and a wolf as a companion a few feet off, 
apparently safely entrenched in the forks of a 
down sweet gum top from which she defied the 
dogs to come within attacking distance. 
My horse had carried me safely to the quarry, 
but just as the ice gave way at the edge of the 
brake, pitched me over his head, and there I was 
closer to a live wolf in the swamps than I had 
ever tried to be. Just then Doc Cline, a ranch 
hand, came up and shot the old wolf, relieving 
me from the necessity of running to better fight¬ 
ing ground, for I was unarmed. 
Not many years ago I was calling turkeys 
from a blind, a natural one made by a huge 
top of cypress falling into a brake of young 
cane. About forty yards off I saw a wolf go 
to a hollow cypress log, enter, return in a few 
moments with a puppy in her mouth, and carry 
it a few rods off to a hollow overcup oak log 
and deposit it safely therein. Curious to see 
what she would do I kept very quiet and saw 
her repeat the performance until she had de¬ 
posited in the oak log four puppies. Then I 
filled her with BB shot. After she had stif¬ 
fened out I went to the log to look at the pup¬ 
pies, all the world like young dogs, with their 
eyes only a few days open. Then I went to the 
cypress log from which she had carried them and 
to which she was returning when she met her 
death and found another, a little whining, rest¬ 
less fellow, evidently the runt of the litter. I 
deposited them in my hunting coat and started 
for home. On passing a saw mill T showed 
them to the foreman’s boys, and after asking 
me for them I gave them three. 
The two which I took home soon learned to 
take milk from a bottle, but it did not agree 
with them and they died in about two weeks. 
But those that I had given to the Crosson boys 
thrived and lived until they were almost a year 
old, when the three of them succumbed to dis¬ 
temper. While they lived they appeared very 
much attached to their master, following him to 
town frequently, though their disposition to kill 
chickens and ducks kept them at home after it 
became developed. They at no time showed 
any wish to return to the haunts of their fathers, 
for they were in the midst of the timber and 
could hear their wilder cousins running almost 
ever}^ night. Several times when young Crosson 
had left his charges fastened in a fenced lot he 
had made for them, he was surprised to find 
them at his heels when he reached town. They 
were evidently devoted to their young master, 
but at no time would they accept without show¬ 
ing their teeth a caress from a stranger. In¬ 
variably snarling, they retreated to a corner of 
the yard, curled themselves up into a posture 
of slumbering ease, with one eye always vigilant. 
There is hardly a hunter in the swamps who 
has not seen or killed a wolf at some time or 
other while calling turkeys in spring, for if there 
are any about they often respond to the call in 
anxious anticipation of a capture of some fat 
gobbler or hen. Loch Laddie. 
All the game laws of the United States and 
Canada, revised to date and nozv in force, are 
given in the Game Laivs in Brief. See adv. 
Men Who Refuse to Quit. 
The following letters are from veterans of 
the Civil War. The writer of the first letter, 
the Colonel, is apparently about forty years old, 
and the writer of the second letter is seventy 
odd years young. Now, I sometimes ride with 
these men. I am a young thing of fifty years, 
de facto, but I can barely keep up with the 
Colonel, 'and neither of us claims to be able to 
keep up with B. It is needless to say that the 
deer which he found in the man’s smokehouse 
was returned to him without cavil or question. 
The first letter follows: 
“I inclose a letter from our friend, Mr. B. 
I am sure that its unadorned eloquence and 
spirited narrative will appeal to your hunter’s 
soul. I can picture him spurring his pony 
down the road. If I were an artist I could 
portray him without having had a sitting.” 
The second letter, from J. T. B., follows: 
“As I have just .got in from a fox chase, I 
will tr}' and drop you a few lines, though I am 
pretty tired, and my pony is no better. I just 
lacked the red fox hide of having enough of 
my own catching to make me a hunting robe; 
I caught it to-day, after about six hours’ run. 
I wish you could have been alon,g to have heard 
for me; you have no idea how it bothers me 
when I get off the run. I and the boys got a 
turkey and a fox—about as much small game 
as we could pack. Never went off the moun¬ 
tain north of the house. I will ship my hides 
to the tanner to-morrow. The boys sold about 
twenty hides Monday. I will send the big buck 
hide to go in my robe. I caught him Christ¬ 
mas week. I must tell you about that chase. 
“After my hunt on Crane Boon, I was not 
satisfied. I got on my pony, took my gun and 
dogs, went down to old Captain Polk’s, stayed 
all night, telling him I came to kill a deer. 
“ ‘Well,’ he said, ‘as I can’t see to shoot, I 
will show you where to stand. I will drive the 
Reader hollow, and if I run out two you must 
kill them both.’ 
“But they went about a mile north of me to 
the creek. I jumped on my pony, hurried on to 
the creek, but I went down it while the deer 
and dogs went up, crossed and on to the Black 
Mountain, so I was told as I came home. 
After I had been home several days, Mr. 
Schuler came after me and my dogs. Said his 
brother-in-law, Pap Thomas, was on the moun¬ 
tain three days before squirrel hunting, and 
shot the biggest buck he ever saw, and he 
knew it was the one my dogs run in there, and 
if I would come we could find it. . So I took 
my dogs and two of my boys next morning 
and went down there. I told him to show me 
where the deer was lying when Thomas shot it. 
As soon as we got to the place my old dog 
went to smelling on the brush and bawling. ■ 
“ ‘That’s the way it went,’ said he. 
“‘Well,’ said I, ‘you had better go down in 
the shut-in on the creek, as you are afoot, and 
me and the boys will follow him, for that dog 
is going to jump him.’ 
“We kept up for about two miles. I saw him 
get up; he looked like a cow. He took a bee 
line for the creek, me and the boys on our 
Texas ponies after him. After we had run 
about a mile through the brush, they struck the 
front in road. I says, ‘Let’s see where they 
are going.’ Bennie sayS, ‘Right down the big 
road to the creek.’ 
“Well, if you ever saw ponies catch it, it was 
then; for I had on two good spurs. Don’t you 
think I was behind for about five miles; we 
were a half-mile ahead of the dogs when they 
caught him. He had three light shot in him. 
None went to the hollow. Wish you could 
have been along. Every house we would pass 
the women and children were out in the road 
to tell us what they had seen. We had no 
time to talk, for even then a man beat us and 
ran the dogs off and had it in his smoke house 
when we found it. 
“W’ell, if I could see you I could talk all 
night, for I have been in the saddle near every 
day for four weeks, as I have all the driving to 
do. Come down, and I believe I can put j'ou on 
a stand in a half hour where you will get a 
shot at a wolf or a red fox. I think I have 
five of the best hounds that ever went in the 
woods. ] will ship eleven hides to the tanner 
to-day. So no more until I see you. We are 
all well. Come soon.” 
When I shut my eyes I can hear the mellow 
tumult of the pack up the road and see the 
“women and children” hurriedly line the fence 
at the roadside as the chase speeds by, followed 
a few minutes later by th.at tight sitting Mosby 
trooper and his boys, their guns across their 
saddles. George Kennedy. 
Japan Guards Against Paper Famine. 
The Japanese also have looked over the con¬ 
tents of their iuidustrial stores and have decided 
that something must be done toward conserv¬ 
ing their remaining supplies of raw material for 
paper making. 
In Japan, paper is used for almost everything 
from the silver-figured partitions of the 
Buddhist temple to the rude hut walls of the 
laborer; from the silk-likc vestments of the 
priest down to the rain-proof shield of tlie 
traveler. In fact, the ingenuity of the Japanese 
is only matched by the varieties of uses to 
which paper may be adapted. 
The work of the United States Government 
toward determining the amount of paper ma¬ 
terials used and the source of future supply, is 
being followed by the Japanese, according to 
an advice from United States Consul John H. 
Snodgrass, at Kobe. The imminence of the 
danger is apparent from the fact that the 
Japanese authorities have requested the paper 
mills department of the Mitsu Bishi Kaisha to 
take over some 7,500 acres of the bamboo 
forests of Formosa. 
It is known that the bamboo tree has been 
the raw material from which the Japanese have 
recently made the lar,ger portion of their paper 
products: so it is thought that, by introducing 
the improved methods of forest cultivation and 
harvesting, this tract of woods will furnish 
yearly 10,000.000 bamboos, adapted for con¬ 
version into paper pulp. 
No matter whether the paper company will 
establish its mills in Formosa or ship the bam¬ 
boo to Japan in a partly finished state, the de¬ 
velopment of this new source of raw material 
will be of hi,gh importance and may overcome 
the necessity of the Island Empire looking to 
foreign countries for the future supply of paper 
pulp. 
