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[Sept. 19, 1908. 
motioned and father came up. As soon as wc 
looked as long as we wanted to I whistled. The 
bear jumped up, sat up on its haunches and 
looked toward us just as I fired. The bear rolled 
out and slid to the bottom of the gulch. 
“Well, father,” said I, “you see a bear is not 
so dangerous, after all.” “Yes,” he replied, “but 
I am afraid of them and wo.uld not have fol¬ 
lowed this one alone.” 
Dragging the bear to the elk we cut out some 
steaks, rolled both on to the sled and returned 
to camp. The bear dressed 612 pounds. We 
were all fooled on the elk. We had estimated 
its weight from 800 to 1,000 pounds; it turned 
the scales at 587 pounds. 
The snow was gradually gaining. One morn¬ 
ing I tramped several miles without seeing any 
fresh signs. I kept on to the place where I had 
hung up the sheep some time before. It was 
still there; the meat birds had picked quite a 
hole in its neck, but caused no damage. I drag¬ 
ged it out to where I could get to it with the 
sled, hung it up again and had started for camp, 
thinking my hunting for meat was over for the 
winter, when I came to quite a trail in the snow 
where a band of buffalo had gone along. It 
was too late to trail them that day, but next 
morning at 4 o’clock I started. I had gone five 
or six miles when I found where the buffalo had 
crossed the road and swung to the right. When 
they struck the thickets at the base of Pike’s 
Peak they scattered and fed on browse. I found 
where they had lain down and traveled as fast 
as I could for six miles, when I came to quite 
an open glade. The buffalo had fed along the 
edge. On going around a point of timber I saw 
one lying down. I went into the edge of the 
brush and moved very cautiously until I thought 
I was in range, when I came out to see. There 
lay the buffalo within a hundred yards. I sat 
down in the snow, took a knee rest and fired at 
her neck. She straightened out. I reloaded as 
quickly as I could and moved up cautiously. 
The band stood looking at me through the brush. 
I fired at one standing broadside on and it 
plunged forward, the band following. I ran 
after them, but the band had stampeded, and 
although I followed them for an hour, I could 
not get sight of them again. 
Returning, I dressed my two cows, which were 
very fat. One had raised a calf; the other was 
dry. After placing a scarecrow over each I 
started for camp. Mr. Robinson had a marine 
telescope and when I came in sight he told 
father, who hitched the oxen to the sled, threw 
in a few buffalo robes and came to meet me. 
I went across the range a few days later, but 
did not see a track, and thus ended the most 
delightful hunt I ever had. 
L. W. Wilmot. 
A Careful Dog. 
It is narrated that a Pennsylvania farmer puts 
his dog to a novel use. The dog follows the 
old man to town when he is hauling grain, and 
when the team is driven on the scales the dog 
walks gently on and lies down under the wagon. 
As the cur weighs about forty pounds, and there 
are only thirty-two pounds to a bushel of oats, 
he helps the load out. When the farmer comes 
back to have the wagon weighed the dog for¬ 
gets to be there. 
Mr. Jenner Passes Away. 
Edmund F. L. Jenner died at his home in 
Digby, N. S., on Sept. 8, after a long illness. 
His age was forty-four years. 
Mr. Jenner was born in Glamorganshire, 
Wales, and was educated at the Magnus School 
at Newark-on-Trent, and at Clare College, Cam¬ 
bridge. Coming to America in 1885, he was 
employed as an apothecary in Sherbrooke and 
Kentville, but in a short time established him¬ 
self in Digby, N. S., where he practiced his pro¬ 
fession until a few months ago. He was an 
examiner in pharmacy of the Canadian Govern¬ 
ment, vice-president of the Provincial Pharma¬ 
ceutical Society, a Captain in the Seventh Cana¬ 
dian Artillery and for the past sixteen years a 
game warden of the Province. 
Mr. Jenner ten years ago married Miss Thom¬ 
son, the adopted daughter of the late Sir William 
EDMUND F. L. JENNER. 
Young, Chief Justice of Nova Scotia. She sur¬ 
vives him. His mother came to Digby from her 
home in England last June and was with him 
when he died. He has two brothers in England 
—the Rev. Robert Jenner, of Towcester, and 
Gilbert Jenner, of Hazlewood, Surrey. 
A year or more ago Mr. Jenner told us, in one 
of his pleasant letters, that he was threatened 
with cancer, and later said that his physicians 
had informed him the malady would probably 
be fatal. In the face of a blow like this he was 
hopeful, and cheerfully declared he would fight 
off the disease as long as possible. Meanwhile 
he planned to devote even more of his time to 
woods life than he had in the past, believing he 
could in this way conserve his strength. Last 
winter he was operated on by the best physi¬ 
cians in Quebec. During the summer he was 
in Halifax, and it was while he was in the hos¬ 
pital there that all hope for his recovery was 
abandoned and he was removed to his home in 
Digby, where he passed away. 
All his life Edmund Jenner was fond of out¬ 
door pastimes, and with the big woods so near 
at hand, it was but natural that he should be¬ 
come, as he did, familiar with all the waterways 
and the trails within a week’s journey of Digby 
Town, which lies on that mysterious arm of the 
sea, the Bay of Fundy, and the forests that hem 
in the Liverpool, the Medway, the Mersey, Lake 
Rossignol and other famous trout waters and 
big game covers. To him, however, angling and 
hunting were but incidental to woods rambling, 
for he was ever alert to learn from nature’s 
great book. All that he acquired was carefully 
stored away and later given to the world in his 
stories of woods life in the Provinces. But 
while he garnered a great store of woods lore, 
his studies of the guides and the hunters were 
even more true to life when set down on paper, 
as our readers can attest. 
For years he had charmed the readers of 
Forest and Stream with these stories of the 
Nova Scotia woods. At times they were long; 
so long that under ordinary circumstances we 
would have been afraid of taxing our readers’ 
patience. But so full of meat was every line 
that the blue pencil was used very sparingly or 
not at all. That our readers appreciated his 
quaint humor and his marvelous gift of turning 
the most commonplace incidents into integral 
parts of pleasing tales, we are well aware, for 
there is always a steady demand for those issues 
of Forest and Stream in which his stories were 
printed, while requests for all of them in book 
form have been frequent. 
The charm of Mr. Jenner’s stories is found 
in the fact that they are true. Names he 
changed where there was the likelihood that 
their publication would offend. Being true, it 
need hardly be said that his skill in obtaining 
local color with which to embellish them was 
little short of marvelous. He wrote valuable 
papers for the medical and military journals, 
and advocated many of the changes that have 
made the fish and game laws of the Province 
effective, but he was at his best in narrative. 
Mr. Jenner also did much to drive out of 
Nova Scotia the gang of poachers and snarers 
who operated so extensively in the past. As 
a game warden he performed his duties thor¬ 
oughly, but we fancy that, aside for his deep' 
interest in game and fish conservation, he ac¬ 
cepted the exacting duties partly as a means 
to gratify his fondness for woods rambles and 
partly to obtain material for the stories he wrote. 
Among these the titles of a few are men¬ 
tioned, as we recall them: “A Moose Snarer’s 
Conversion,” “The Loup Garou of St. Hillaire,” 
“Charles McConnell’s Black Foxes,” “An Epi¬ 
sode of the Deep Snow,” “The Right of Sanc¬ 
tuary,” “The Elimination of Matteo,” “Jake 
Henshaw’s Midshipmites,” “Fool—A Three- 
Dollar Dog,” “The Recluse of Mitchell’s Lake,” 
“The Toling Dog,” “Feu Follet,” “The Passing 
of Pussy-Tom,” and others. It is a singular 
fact that Mr. Jenner’s last article to reach us 
was assigned to the present issue of Forest and 
Stream on the day of his death. 
Dr. Edward Breck, of Annapolis, N. S., a 
warm friend of Mr. Jenner, says he was always 
hopeful of a complete recovery, and adds: “He 
is really a great loss to us here in the matter 
of game preservation.” 
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