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was casting reflections on my prowess. Goaded 
to desperation, I arose and in a voice that could 
be heard over on the preserve of Captain Ed¬ 
wards and Dr. Purdy, I said, ‘shoo.’ 
“Mr. Greenhead quacked, arched his neck and 
preened his feathers. This was going the limit 
and I swatted him. And now, what do you 
think! That was one of Dr. Purdy’s tame 
ducks. 
“Horrible,” said Mr. Schlumpf. “I thought 
you were more discriminating.” 
“Oh, now,” retorted Mr. Morris, with an in¬ 
jured air. “I didn’t swat him hard the first 
shot. He only wobbled, and I had to give him 
another barrel.” 
“Was that all,” replied Mr. Schlumpf sarcas¬ 
tically. 
“About all,” said Mr. Morris. 
“How far away was the duck?” inquired Mr. 
Schlumpf, with fiendish inquisitiveness. 
“Not ‘too fur,’ retorted Mr. Morris, whereupon 
the meeting broke up. Portus Baxter. 
A Sailor Hunted Buffalo. 
A rather funny story comes from Seattle in 
a recent press dispatch. A French ship made 
port one day and laid off the city at a point 
opposite a well wooded section. The chief mate 
being something of a sportsman dug up his old- 
fashioned pin-fire gun from his sea chest, oiled 
it up and made ready for a hunting expedition 
on shore as soon as opportunity allowed. One 
morning he was rowed ashore by a boat’s crew 
and started off on a hunt. The district he pros¬ 
pected struck him as being a hunters’ paradise, 
plenty of birds, good traveling over walks, etc. 
He made a fair bag of small feathered game, 
and when rounded up by a policeman, who was 
paralyzed with astonishment, he was stalking a 
buffalo and just about to fill the animal’s hide 
with bird shot. 
The unsophisticated sailor was enjoying his 
hunt in the public park of Seattle. He was de¬ 
tained in the calaboose until his captain was 
notified and came to the rescue with $20, the 
amount of fine which a judge quickly imposed 
on Johnny Crapaud.—Breeder and Sportsman. 
Swans in the Chesapeake. 
Baltimore, Md., March 1.—Editor Forest and 
Stream: Mr. Wilbert Robinson, proprietor of 
the Diamond restaurant, recently had three swans 
on exhibition at his restaurant. Mr. Robinson 
was one of the men who killed the birds. Mr. 
Robinson, J. Warren Brown and George Wald- 
mar, guide had been shooting at Rickett’s Point. 
The Gunpowder River was frozen, but swans 
from the Chesapeake Bay came in looking for 
open water. There were no geese and only a 
few mallard and whiffier ducks. Seven swans 
were knocked down. Only three of those shown 
at the Diamond were secured. The other four 
were crippled and got away. If the weather is 
moderate, there will be good shooting in the 
lower part of the Gunpowder River, as well as 
in Bush and Middle rivers. Wm. J. R. 
Notes on Antelope. 
The extreme cold weather of the past winter 
has driven many antelope south from the plains 
of Alberta into northern Montana. This always 
happens in the winter of extreme severity, and 
shows that there are still not a few antelope on 
the plains of the Saskatchewan. Of course, when 
these animals enter the United States they are 
killed in great numbers without regard to times 
or seasons. 
A Denver newspaper tells of violations of the 
game law by running down antelope in automo¬ 
biles. We know more about antelope than we 
do about automobiles, but we should suppose that 
over the rough prairie it would be a qu'eer ante¬ 
lope that could not get away from an automobile 
by choosing places where the auto could not run. 
Major Smith Drowned. 
Major W. L. Smith and his son McClellan 
were drowned in Menesha Lake, Arkansas, on 
Feb. 21. With a negro boatman they were on 
their way to the ducking grounds when the boat 
was overturned and father and son, weighted 
down with their heavy clothing, were unable to 
reach the shore. The negro escaped with his 
life. Major Smith was general agent of the 
Illinois Central Railway in the south and a well 
known sportsman. 
Stoned a Cougar to Death. 
One day recently Jack Runk, who lives near 
Lorraine, was driving to that place with his 
wife in a buggy when they noticed a half grown 
cougar run across the road. 
Mr. Runk got out of the buggy and, giving 
the lines to his wife, went after the animal and 
soon had him treed on a small tree near the 
road. He got a hatful of good sized rocks and 
went to pelting the snarling varmint with all 
his strength. He proved a veritable David at 
stone throwing and soon had the big cat hors 
de combat.—Eugene Register. 
From Goodspeed’s Catalogue. 
BARRED OWL, IN “AUDUBON’S BIRDS OF AMERICA.” 
He Swatted the Tame Duck. 
Seattle, Wash., Feb. 21. —Editor Forest and 
Stream: “The wild duck is a knowing bird,” 
said Joe Schlumpf, just as Chic Morris came 
hustling into the smoke factory. “Who’s a 
knowing bird?” interpolated Mr. Morris. “I 
was talking of ducks,” said Mr. Schlumpf, with 
a superior # air, “the hunting of which is the 
greatest sport on earth.” 
“I used to hunt ’em myself,” replied Mr. 
; Morris, becoming interested. “Not long ago 1 
went over to Squak Slough with Eddie Garrett, 
who has a preserve. Out in front of my blind 
were two fine decoys. Later in the day I was 
surprised to find that the two had become three. 
I couldn’t figure it out, and while my mind was 
in a mystified state, one of those three com¬ 
menced to swim straight toward the blind, in 
; a leisurely—I might say tantalizing manner. 
“ ‘That must be a wild duck,’ said I to my¬ 
self. And the more I looked at his fine green 
head the more convinced I became that the duck 
