THE IDEAL QUAIL SHELTER. 
Above is an illustration of a most practical quail shelter. There are hundreds of just such locations in your 
vicinity where these can be placed, the opening to the South. Be very sure that the gravel as well as the feed 
is continually kept under these covers. Quail may be easily enticed into these coverings by small feed leaders 
of grain, Quantities of chaff are found to be very attractive, but the main feed is buckwheat, cracked corn, 
rye and oats. 
The shelters may be made of old boards, with quantities of cedar brush on top. The size of the opening is 
about 6 feet high and 8 feet wide, the roof running to the ground in the back. 
CONNECTICUT STATE BOARD OF FISHERIES & GAME, 
JOHN M. CRAMPTON, Supt. 
CARIBOU COME BACK TO MAINE. 
Game Wardens Discover Large Herd in North¬ 
ern Part of State. 
Augusta, Me., Jan. 8—That immense herds of 
caribou such as years ago roamed the wild lands 
of this State and constituted a picturesque part 
o Maine s animal life will, within a few years 
inhabit our forests is the hope and even the 
belief of many of the State game officials as 
tne result of numerous reports, which have been 
received from hunting guides and game wardens 
in the northern part of the State and along the 
Canadian border. 
Herbert Spencer, a warden located in the 
vicinity of the St. John waters, a visitor at the 
omce of the commissioners at the State House 
told a story that corroborated the reports that 
have been coming in for the last two years. Mr. 
-pencer states that this winter he has observed 
a herd of about thirty of the animals which is 
.staying around a certain section of the Maine 
side of the St. Lawrence River. The variety is 
known as the woodland caribou, which is not 
characterized by the wandering and migrating 
propensities of the Newfoundland caribou. 
Six years ago Mr. Spencer saw a herd of six 
or seven of the animals, and he believes that 
those which he has seen this winter are related 
to the same herd which, having been unmolested, 
has been rapidly increasing. He frequently finds 
antlers of the species and has a large collection 
of the same at his camp. Maine game officials 
and sportsmen have some doubt as to whether 
the herd is a remnant of those which were with 
us many years ago or whether within recent 
years they have encroached on the Maine bor¬ 
ders from New Brunswick. 
herd. He was given special instructions by this 
Commission to secure photographs of the cari¬ 
bou. or some of them, if possible to do so. 
When we receive further information from 
him in regard to these caribou, we shall be glad 
to advise you regarding same. 
HARRY B. AUSTIN, Chairman of Com¬ 
missioners of Inland Fisheries and Game, 
State of Maine. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
The item you refer to—regarding one of our 
deputy wardens, Mr. Herbert Spencer, stating 
that he had seen a number of woodland caribou 
in the northern part of this State recently, gave 
correct information. This deputy, who is on duty 
alcng the Canadian boundary in northwestern 
Maine—in Somerset and Aroostook counties— 
was at the office the last week in December, 
having come down from the boundary but a few 
days before that time, and he stated that as 
recently as six weeks previous to his coming to 
Augusta, he had seen the herd of caribou along 
the boundary, which he has seen at intervals 
for the past year or so. He states that in his 
opinion there arc at least thirty caribou in the 
BETTER PROTECTION FOR GAME BIRDS 
PROPOSED. 
Resolutions instructing the introduction of a 
bill to the Tennessee state legislature, which pro¬ 
vides for the protection of all game birds were 
adopted at a called meeting of the East Tennes¬ 
see Audubon Society held recently at Knoxville, 
Tenn., President Dr. J. F. Massey being in the 
chair. John M. Brooks, L. H. Spilman and 
others spoke in favor of the resolution. The bill 
will be drafted at once by J. Bailey Wray and 
Judge Von A. Huffaker. 
President Massay read an article before the 
society on “Birds, the Farmer’s Best Friend,” 
which was very interesting and highly appreci¬ 
ated. The article was written some time ago by 
the state game warden. 
Six new members were received into the or¬ 
ganization, which is growing rapidly. 
In speaking in favor of the new bill to be pre¬ 
sented, Mr. Spillman also stated that he favored 
the protection of all young birds. 
mousing. Trailing to the same spruce swamp 
referred to Ben’s ringing angry notes proclaimed 
the start. One circle around the old sheep pas¬ 
ture and straight to the summit they flew. By 
the time I put in an appearance, puffing and 
blowing the chase had ended. Ben was circling 
wider and wider with outstretched muzzle feel¬ 
ing for the scent, but his silence convinced me 
that his best efforts were useless. Moseying 
along the pole fence until I came to an old lean¬ 
ing hollow beech tree I leaned my 'back against 
its huge trunk while regaining my breath and 
cogitating. Above me scolded a red squirrel, until 
I fancied I could detect a sound of derision in 
his notes. Picking up a hardwood stick I turned 
to throw it at him, but my arm dropped instantly 
There between us and about thirty feet above 
my head was the ear, eye, and nose of a fox 
He was watching me intently from out a hole 
where a large limb had broken off the old beech. 
My first impulse was to shoot him through the 
head and let him slide down inside the hollow 
tree, but upon second thoughts the ridiculous 
side of the situation appealed to me. I could 
fancy without much imagination the squirrel 
(now my friend) scolding and swearing at me 
exclaiming “Look up you fool, here is the fox” 
with a lot of cuss words interwoven. Just then 
a distant note from Ben floated back to me, and 
by its well known tell tale tone I knew that an¬ 
other hot trail had been found. Turning away 
I left my fox in his lofty position (no doubt 
much to the disgust of my friend the squirrel) 
and hastened with sturdy stride to a well known 
runway in the hopes of a sporting shot. That 
night I told the story of the day’s hunt to my 
friend and hunting companion who the very 
next morning ran the cute old fox in and shot 
him. It was certainly mean of him and I told 
him so. He offered as an excuse that he had 
run a long sapling up inside the old tree and 
tickled reynard with it until he crawled out on 
a stub beneath the peak hole and made a leap, 
claiming the distinction of being the only man 
who ever shot a flying fox. 
Sometime afterward I became acquainted with 
a fox who tried to drown the hounds by running 
back and forth across thin ice covering a rapid 
river “but that is another story.” 
H. A. P. S. 
Digby, N. S., December 28, 1914. 
