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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Feb. 27, 1909. 
"Resorts for Sportsmen. 
BRITISH EAST AFRICA. 
Big-game hunting parties thoroughly and economically 
equipped. 
ELEPHANT. LION. BUFFALO. 
ANTELOPE. RHINOCEROS. 
Tell us when you want to start, and we do the rest. 
Write for booklet to NEWLAND, TARLTON & CO., 
LTD. (head office, Nairobi, B. EL Africa), 166 Piccadilly, 
London, England. Cables: Wapagazi; London. 
NEWFOUNDLAND 
Excellent Salmon and Trout Fishing; also Caribou 
shooting. Tents, guides, boats provided. Write 
BUNGALOW, Grand Lake, Newfoundland. 
BRITISH COLUMBIA 
Bear Season May and July, 1909 
BERT WILLIAMS, Lillooet, B C. 
We will insert your Hotel or Camp Advertisement 
in a space of this size (one inch) at the following 
rates; One time, $2.10; three months (13 insertions), 
$18.20; six months, (26 insertions), $35.00; one year 
(52 insertions), $60.00. 
FOREST AND STREAM. NEW YORK. 
Ve^ants and Ejcchan^es. 
SPORTSMEN! HUNTERS! TRAPPERS! 
1 will pay good prices for all kinds of live wild water 
fowl, either wing-tipped or trapped birds. 
G. D. TILLEY, Darien, Conn. 
BASS FISHING WANTED. 
Will some one tell me of a pretty bass stream somewhere, 
where one can wade and find good fly-fishing? Address 
E. M. NICHOLAS, Hayden-Clinton Building, Columbus. 
Ohio. 10 
"Property for Sate. 
FOR SALE. 
Property for a Club. 
Unexcelled on the Coast for gunning, fishing and boating 
club. Location, ocean side of Eastern Shore, Virginia. 
Bay birds, ducks, geese and brant, quail and rabbit shoot¬ 
ing, excellent fishing, surf bathing, automobiling and 
driving. Building new and fitted with electric lights. 
Hot, cold, and salt water. Furnished and ready for oc¬ 
cupancy. Address, A. H. G. HEARS, Wachapreague, 
Va. Agents wanted. 
Ny Life As Ai\ Indian 
All That the Title Implies and More 
Probably the most faithful picture of Indian 
life ever drawn from the pen of a man who 
spent years among the Blackfeet, marrying into 
the tribe and becoming to all practical intents 
an Indian. 
Mr. Schultz tells of the life of the plains In¬ 
dian, when war and hunting were the occupations 
of every man, when the buffalo still covered the 
prairie, and the Indian was as yet little touched 
by contact with civilization. He describes as one 
who has lived the life, the daily routine of the 
great camp, the lives of the men and women, 
the gambling, the quarreling, the love making, 
the wars, the trading of the Indians. 
The narrative is full of intense human in¬ 
terest, and the requisite touch of romance is 
supplied in the character of Nat-ah-ki, the beau¬ 
tiful Indian girl, who became the author’s wife. 
Price, $i.6s postpaid. 
FOREST AND STREAM PUB. CO. 
J27 Franklin Street, New YorkJ 
water, and afterward setting on a rock in the 
stream, and flirting the tail like a wagtail. He 
said it was an ouzel. 
Knave John had his sport also, he had once 
been visiting in Lincoln marshes for a long 
spell, and had there learned to snare pewitt 
plover, of which there were many thousands in 
the boggy parts of my friend's property, and 
John had fine diversions catching them, and 
excellent meat they are. 
There were many foule come to a small mere 
there, and by covering myself into the seges 
on the edge I got several with my long gimne 
as they swam. 
After a moneth passed I must return home, 
and at the advice of my friend, by sea, and for 
five ginueas I bargained with the master of the 
little ship that brings goods to Broughty from 
many places on the east coast, to carry me and 
m\' servant to Lynn in Norfolk, and for fortie 
shillings more to find us in victual; so I bade 
good-bye to my honest kind friend, and taking 
ten of the moor foule with me (which they 
hanged in the ladders of the ship for air), we 
started. The weather was got cold, but with 
the wind fair for us we got to Lynn in about 
three days; the fortie shillings was nearly all 
profit to the master, for we were very distressed 
in stomach, but I think I never took so much 
French cordial in so small a time. 
At Lynn we took to the road again, and lay 
at Peterborough the night, arriving at North¬ 
ampton next day. my birds in good order. I 
was pleased with a little black and white ouzel 
I saw flirting about the stream in the north 
countrie. and some other birds newe to me. 
So ended my great journie north, my greate 
grief is that I did not finde you at Grange. 
Yours respectfully. 
John Freeman. 
P. S.—I mene to buy one of those gunnes, 
and practice it hereabout, they can be bought 
at Birmingham. 
A TIGER STORY. 
In a certain part of India—the exact locality 
I do not remember—there rvas a forest officer's 
bungalow situated in somewhat dense jungle, 
but with a clearance of about forty yards 
around it. The bungalow, says Griff in the 
Bombay Gazette, was a double-storied one and 
had an upstairs verandah which was reached by 
a wooden staircase; in fact, this was the only 
means of getting to the upper story. Now it 
happened that the caretaker of the bungalow 
was killed by a tiger—at least, so rumor had 
it—and another was duly appointed in his place. 
This man, too, in a short time disappeared, 
and again a tiger was given as the cause; con¬ 
sequently, it was some time before a successor 
could be found, and when he was found at last 
and also disappeared within a few days, careful 
inquiry elicited the fact that all these three men 
had been in the habit of sleeping on a charpoy 
on the upstair verandah and had been taken 
during sleep by a man-eating tiger about which 
many very exaggerated stories were, of course, 
told, as is usually the case. 
The matter then got into the papers and a 
reward was offered to any sportsman or others 
who would bring their midnight marauder to 
account. Among others who determined to 
make an attempt to earn the reward was a 
Mr. “A.,” let us call him. Whether he was the 
forest officer I do not remember, but whoever 
he was he and two friends determined to rid 
the jungle of this terror. Consequently they 
laid their plans, and in due course arrived early 
one day at the bungalow. The plan was as 
follows: They were to dine early and draw lots 
for watching during the night, the two not on 
watch going to sleep in one of the rooms. 
Well, it happened that our friend A. drew 
first watch, and in due course found himself 
alone on the verandah, rifle in hand and as 
keen as mustard and very alert, but after some 
time the stillness of the jungle and the heat of 
the May night, added to the strain of watching, 
had the usual effect, and soon we find him first 
seated on the fatal charpoy and shortly after¬ 
ward fast asleep at full length with his rifle 
leaning against the wall close at hand. I must 
now go on with the story in Mr. A.’s own 
words, as far as they were related to me; ‘T 
cannot say how long I had been asleep, but 
suddenly I became conscious of something seiz¬ 
ing me by the arm. In a second I was fully 
awake, and to my horror I realized that it 
was the tiger. I could see him distinctly by 
the light in the verandah and feel the warmth 
of his body against my own. Pain I felt none; 
I suppose I was dazed and numbed with fright, 
which is the only reason I give for the seem¬ 
ingly extraordinary manner in which I acted. 
Instead of shouting and raising the alarm, as 
one would think natural under the circum¬ 
stances, I quietly got up and yielded to the 
gentle pulling of the beast, and thus I was led 
quietly down the stairs and across the open 
space towards the surrounding jungle. The 
next thing I can remember was the barking of 
a small dog and a report. 
When I again recovered consciousness it was 
daylight and I was lying on one of the beds 
upstairs with my friends attending to me. I 
was, of course, very much shaken, and was laid 
up with my arm and nervous shock for some 
weeks, and when I next looked in the glass I 
discovered my hair was quite white, whereas 
before the above related adventure I had not a 
single gray hair. I was afterward informed 
that the change had taken place during that 
one night. It appears that the two friends who 
were asleep inside were awakened by the bark¬ 
ing of a dog. which, as far as I remember, they 
had brought with them. Such a commotion 
was he making that they rushed into the 
verandah to see me walking across the moonlit 
clearing arm-in-arm, as it were, with the tiger. 
To seize his rifle which was still leaning against 
the wall and fire it off was the work of a second. 
Whether they killed the tiger or not, I cannot 
remember, but for the sake of the story let ns 
say they did.” The above episode I believe to 
be correct, as related to me some few years 
ago. and possibly it may meet the eye of one 
of the chief actors, in which case perhaps he 
would be good enough to corroborate the main 
facts and perhaps correct me where I am wrong. 
To the officer who related to me the story, and 
who, I believe, told me that he had it first hand 
from Mr. A., wdiom he had met and whose 
white hair he could vouch for, I offer my 
apologies for any errors. 
“FISHY” TRIMMINGS. 
Upon a lady’s bat you’ll see 
The feathers of a bird 
Mixed up with flowers in a way 
That really is absurd: 
For when the rose is blooming 
The buttercup is dead. 
And yet together they will cling, 
Upon a lady’s head. 
But though they slaughter pretty birds, 
And animals most rare, 
To mingle with their flowers 
That upon their hats they wear. 
They let alone all things that dwell 
In rivers or the sea. 
And so I ask, as a mere man. 
Why should this boycott be? 
Why not a hat with fishes’ heads, 
Or oyster shells upon it? 
Why cannot someone lead the way 
And wear a “fishy” bonnet? 
A cod’s head might be stuck upon 
A hat of “shelly” shape, 
With two eels used to form the strings, 
Instead of silken tape. 
Such trimmings may be “smelly” things, 
But we know, in many nations, 
That ladies can, and often do. 
Wear “fishy” imitations. 
—Cain Shum in Bristol Times. 
THE CHOSEN SPORT. 
On the fly leaf of an old angling book was 
found written the following lines: 
Cards, dice, and tables pick thy purse, 
Drinking and drabing bring a curse. 
Hawking and hunting spends the chink, 
Bowling and shooting end in drink. 
The fighting cock and the horse race 
Will sing a good estate apace. 
Angling doth bodyes e.xercise. 
And maketh soules holy and wise. 
By blessed thought and meditation 
This, then, is angler’s recreation; 
Health, profit, pleasure mixt together, 
All sports to this not worth a feather. 
