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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[April 27, 1907. 
the edge of the pines at the calf, with my rope 
down and ready should the calf jump, which I 
was almost sure it would do, Stillman to the 
contrary notwithstanding. 
I have always found elk calves very hard to 
slip up on, unless they are only a few hours old. 
They are much harder than a fawn. About the 
time you think they are yours they are not 
there; so I was ready for the chase which I 
felt sure would come. 
Stillman crawled like a snake through the 
sage brush and out of sight of the calf till he 
came to the washout, when he had to come in 
sight till he got down into the cut. The wash¬ 
out was about seven or eight feet deep. The 
bank where he had to climb down was not very 
solid and was full of small stones and he knew 
if he loosened one of them it would fall with 
such a clatter that his part of the chase was 
ended. He slipped slowly over the edge of the 
bank without making the least bit of noise, 
holding tight to a sage bush till his feet touched 
a good sized rock which projected from the 
side. He then let loose of the sage brush and 
lowered himself into the cut, so far without 
disturbing the calf. But the bank was higher 
than his head and he had to climb it without 
making a noise and then crawl several feet in 
full sight of the calf. He first gathered a few 
flat stones and piled them on top of each other 
next to the bank, and then by stepping on them 
he could reach another bush on top and pull 
himself up. When his head came above the 
top he found that he was in plain sight of the 
calf and only a few feet away. You can 
imagine how hard it was for him. He had to 
be careful with his feet for fear of loosening a 
rock, and he had to draw himself up carefully 
so that his movements would not be noticed by 
the calf. 
It was certainly straining on my nerves to sit 
there and watch him. I thought of a thousand 
things a second. I wondered which way the 
calf would run when he jumped; if I could catch 
him before he jumped the herd; if my horse 
could jump the cut below without falling, and 
when Stillman was crawling inch by inch I 
wondered if he did not mean Snake Indians in¬ 
stead of Chippewa; and when he finally crawled 
out on top and drew himself about half erect 
for a spring I wondered if he was not more a 
mountain lion than an Indian. 
It was the time for him to make his spring. 
Would he make it or fall short? I still felt that 
the calf would jump before he reached it._ And 
then it would be up to me to see that it was 
caught before it disturbed the herd. And this 
was about as hard an undertaking as Still¬ 
man’s. But Stillman was slowly bending closer. 
The calf had not yet moved. Now was the 
supreme moment. He jumped and landed on 
top of the calf. Then two elk hunters looked 
sheepishly at each other. The calf was stone 
dead. Thomas Michener. 
To Protect Reed Birds. 
The New Jersey House of Representatives 
last Thursday passed the Senate bill which is 
intended to stop the night shooting of reed birds. 
It provides for an open season Sept. i-Dec. 31 
inclusive, but prohibits shooting reed birds after 
sunset and before sunrise. 
The Forest and Stream may be obtained from 
any newsdealer on order. Ask your dealer to 
supply you regularly. 
Caldwell, N. J., April 1 .—Editor Forest and Stream: 
In a cosy house away up among the hills of northern 
New York in the early seventies a little boy used to curl 
up in a large arm chair and read the copies of Forest 
and Stream which a fatherly sportsman gave to him 
each Sunday. Later on the boy became a disciple of the 
sportsman and was trained very carefully, as few boys 
are fortunate to be, in the hunting of woodcock, ruffed 
grouse, ducks, snipe, etc.; their habits, nature of coverts, 
whys and wherefores of the thousand and one things to 
make outdoor life so loved by those who know them. 
The dear old sportsman has long been laid at rest, but 
Forest and Stream still lives, and the boy, long since 
grown to manhood, reads each copy as it appears. For¬ 
give the length of this letter, but I wanted to let you 
know how some of your silent readers love and appreciate 
the dear old paper and the good it works for things of 
the wild.—H. W. Hanford, M.D. 
A Bee-Huniing’s Ending. 
Topeka, Kans., April 22. — Editor Forest and 
Stream: In the summer of 1872, while the 
writer was engaged in teaching in Central Penn¬ 
sylvania, Saturday and other vacations were 
spent among friends in a settlement upon a flat- 
topped mountain, which had numberless springs 
upon its surface, from which the water flowed 
in purling brooks to unite with the waters of 
the West Branch of the Susquehanna River, 
and every brook was the home of speckled 
brook trout (as they were termed by the resi¬ 
dents of that section). A half hour spent upon 
any of the brooks, under favorable conditions, 
would supply all that we could use for the day, 
and the rest of the time was spent in commun¬ 
ing with nature and the members of the family 
at whatever home I had taken off my store 
clothes and donned a pair of overalls. 
When the lazy days of August came we di¬ 
vided our time by trout fishing in the morning 
or evening and by hunting bee trees during the 
heat of the day, in the following manner: We 
would go out on some part of the mountain 
equipped with two pie-pans, on one of which 
we would have a pound or so of comb filled 
with bee-bread, and on the other one or two 
pounds of crushed comb honey. Seeking an 
open space, we would start a smouldering fire 
of punk wood, and place the pan with bee- 
bread over it to slowly burn, the scent of which 
the wind would carry to honey bees, and guide 
them to us, where they would load themselves 
with the honey on the other pan and then take 
“the shortest distance between two points,” a 
bee-line, to their home tree. After following 
the course of flight of the laden bees a short 
distance, breaking the twigs of the bushes 
enough to mark the course of the bees, or line, 
as we termed it, we would move our fire and 
pans off to the side some distance and mark a 
new line, and then by each one following a line, 
when we came together near our meeting point, 
we would find the bee tree. 
Having located all of the bee trees within a 
three-mile radius of my friend Meyers’ house, 
his son, a young man about my own age, and I 
planned to spend a day bee hunting on a higher 
flat-topped mountain, distant about six miles. 
When we were making our preparations the 
night before the trip, the father urged us to 
take a rifle with us, and said, “If there’s a b’ar 
on that mounting, he’ll smell that roast bee- 
bread and come fur it shure’s you’re alive.” To 
which his son replied that he would not lug that 
rifle for twelve miles for a dozen bears; but 
how we mourned and regretted on our walk 
home the next evening that we had not taken 
the rifle. 
We started out before sunrise, made the 
outward trip in good time, and found so many 
trees that we were kept busy until about two 
o’clock locating and blazing them with a small 
ax. We were killing time waiting for the cool 
of the evening to take our homeward walk, 
smoking and half lying in the shade of separate 
bushes, when Sam Meyers said, “Hain’t I glad 
the old man didn’t get me to lug that old rifle 
up here and back,” when on the opposite side 
of the open space, not over thirty feet across, 
through the bordering bushes came a monster 
black bear. In all the caged bears of every 
species that I have seen in zoological gardens 
in the years since then, 1 have never seen a 
bear that was as large as that one; in fact, it 
looked larger than any elephant I ever saw, and 
with one jump I was in the brush running for 
my life, without stopping to think of Sam 
Meyers, who was affected in the same manner, 
and each was taking a course that intersected 
the other’s, and the first thing either knew we 
came together, and both tumbled to the ground, 
each thinking he had been caught by the bear, 
until Sam yelled, and we both rose and, catch¬ 
ing the limbs of a nearby tree, we were soon 
safely perched some distance from the ground 
with open jack-knives, waiting the assault of 
the bear. 
After waiting a half hour or so without hear¬ 
ing from the bear, we carefully descended the 
tree—and while in the tree each one would 
have sworn he ran nearly a mile before our 
collision—and found that we were not more 
than thirty yards from the glade where our 
bee-pans were, and that the bear had vanished. 
After a successful hunt for our pipes, we took 
up our bait-pans and wended our way home¬ 
ward, wondering what had become of the bear, 
and I still wonder, though for six days we 
‘‘lugged rifles” and bee-baits to every mountain 
within a distance of ten miles, and carefully 
watched and waited for his coming. He never 
came; and perhaps the explanation that Sam 
gave on our return home the day of the last 
trip might not be all of a dream. “I’ll tell you, 
Dad, that b’ar was so much more scairt than 
the Professor and I was, he sure busted all to 
little pieces and blowed away.” Perhaps, who 
knows? A Roving Sportsman. 
New Alberta Laws. 
Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, April 2.— Editor 
Forest and Stream: I beg to advise you that 
at the last session of the Legislature of this 
Province a new game act was passed, and, as 
there will undoubtedly be some delay in the 
printing of same, I am inclosing you herewith 
a memorandum of the principal changes which 
will go into effect at once. You will observe 
by this that spring shooting is not allowed and 
that geese are not receiving any protection in 
the future: 
Section 4. No person shall hunt, trap, take, 
shoot at, wound or kill: (1) any bison or 
buffalo at any time; (2) any mountain sheep 
or goat before the first day of October, 1909; 
(3) any elk or wapiti before the first day of 
November, 1910; (4) any prong horn antelope 
between the first day of November and the first 
day of October in the following year, and in any 
event not more than two of such animals; (5) 
any of the deer family, whether known as cari¬ 
bou, moose, deer, or otherwise, between the first 
day of December and the first day of November 
in the following year and in any event not more 
than one animal of any one species of such 
family. 
Section 5. No person shall hunt, trap, take, 
shoot at, wound, or kill: (1) any bird of those 
species of the family Anatidce, commonly known 
as ducks and swans between the first day of Janu¬ 
ary and the 23d day of August; provided always 
that any person may at any time take and kill 
in that portion of the Province lying to the 
north of township 50, any Oidemia deglandi, 
commonly known as white-winged scoter; (5) 
any bird of the family Gallince commonly known 
as grouse, partridge, pheasant, ptarmigan and 
prairie chicken before the 15th day of Septem¬ 
ber, 1908. 
Section 11. No person other than a game 
guardian in respect to game forfeited under the 
provisions of Section 34, except as herein pro¬ 
vided for, shall sell or expose for sale, barter or 
trade, nor shall any person buy or obtain from 
any other person by barter or trade or in any 
other manner the head or heads of any big 
game; (2) any person who wishes to sell any 
game heads shall make application to the Minis¬ 
ter of Agriculture by forwarding an affidavit 
stating that said heads were lawfully acquired 
by him accompanied by the necessary fees, when 
said head or heads will be stamped or branded 
with the stamp or brand of the Department of 
Agriculture, and all heads so branded may be 
bought or sold by any person at any time. The 
fees to be collected for stamping or branding 
said heads shall be as follows: The head of 
mountain sheep $5. mountain goat $2, elk $5, 
moose $5, caribou $5, deer $2, antelope $2. 
Section 26. No person who has not procured 
a license for that purpose shall act as guide or 
camp helper to any person or persons for the 
purpose of hunting, trapping or shooting in the 
Province of Alberta. Benjamin Lawton, 
Chief Game Warden. 
SUBSTANTIAL NOURISHMENT. 
The chief concern of every camper is to ob¬ 
tain substantial nourishment in compact form. 
No camp or cabin is complete without its supply 
of Borden’s Eagle Brand Condensed Milk and 
Peerless Brand Evaporated Milk. They have no 
equal for Coffee, Fruits and Cereals.— Adv. 
