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[Dec. 26 , 1908 . 
thicket fired into, evidently thinking the pig 
was wounded and threshing about. We fol¬ 
lowed on the jump, and penetrated to the 
copse San and my wife were already well 
into. The lady had made a clever quick shot 
and put a bullet through the pig’s loins. San 
cut its throat while we congratulated her on 
a pretty snapshot at about fifty yards. 
The pigs travel in droves of five to ten, and 
as this shot put the rest to flight, we must 
move on a good distance further to get any 
further sport. 
San had partially dressed the pig and hung 
it high on a convenient tree. He explained 
that we would pick it up on our return, al¬ 
though I marveled how he was going to strike 
this exact spot again, as we were a long hike 
from the boat; but he seemed perfectly con¬ 
fident, so we let him shoulder the responsi¬ 
bility. 
The Englishmen were by this time out of 
sight, probably feeling a little chagrined at 
having the first kill credited to the lady of the 
party. We were to fire our revolvers rapidly 
if we got out of touch with each other. I 
confess that I did not like the idea of getting 
separated in a strange country, with the ever 
present liability of shooting in each other’s 
direction, with high power rifles; still, our 
friends were old hunters, and it would no doubt 
work out all right. San said we could find 
their spoor, and as a last resort get track of 
them that way. It would not be dark for 
four or five hours, and the Chinamen back 
on the boat were to beat gongs if we did not 
return then. These tom-toms can be heard for 
a long distance, and would guide our friends 
back to the river if they got confused. So 
we sauntered along slowly, feeling secure with 
San as a guide, and although the country was 
wild and densely wooded, he said he knew 
exactly where he was. 
We walked a mile or so further, and flushed 
a few grouse, but could do nothing but wish 
for the shotgun, which was reposing under 
my bunk. The birds were big fat fellows, and 
would have been a welcome addition to our 
cuisine. We encountered more signs of pigs, 
but did not follow them keenly, as one car¬ 
cass back was about all we could negotiate. 
The Chinaman said that it was about time 
to catch the other two of our party and get 
back to the boat, so I fired a few shots rapidly 
and awaited an answer. Shortly after, there 
came faint answering reports, and we knew 
our friends were working toward us, so we sat 
down on a fallen log to await their appearance. 
In half an hour they arrived, looking as 
though they had traveled hard, as indeed they 
must have, considering the rather rough char¬ 
acter of the country they said they had gone 
over. I immediately noticed a peculiar pun¬ 
gent odor about their clothes, which they said 
came from walking through patches of a sour¬ 
smelling but pretty flower. From specimens 
they had in their hats, I should take them to 
be some variety of artemisia. Our friends did 
not look the dapper two who left us a couple 
of hours before, but they had a pig slung be¬ 
tween them. They had had fine fun, they said; 
saw a lot of pigs, but they were very shy, and 
may have been the first drove we shot into. 
They also bemoaned their luck in not taking 
a shotgun along, as they saw ducks as well as 
partridges. San said we must get back to the 
junk, so off we were, after rigging up a pole 
for San and me to carry our pig. I never could 
have found the exact spot, but San did, and I 
doubt if he had shot over this precise section 
before. Our caravan was soon in motion, with 
the pigs carried on poles. We intended to feast 
on a small portion of one that night and pre¬ 
sent the other to some of our friends back in 
the settlement. Chinese are very fond of pork, 
no matter in what way it is cooked. 
Our journey to the boat was not monoton¬ 
ous, as San piloted us back another way, but 
still we arrived on time. We made fast to the 
bank, as our cook wanted to rig up some kind 
of a stone oven, in order to roast some of the 
pork we had brought back. 
Dinner proved quite elaborate. The pork 
was beautifully brown and had a flavor all its 
own. The lettuce was still fresh, and San 
had us try a sauce of his own on it, which 
we voted a big success. Dinner dispatched, 
we men seated ourselves on the bank and 
smoked pipes and long Philippine cigars, real¬ 
izing that by next day at noon we would be 
back again in the easy-going civilization of the 
Far East. We were all dog tired, so turned 
in early, lulled to sleep by the distant low 
talk of the Chinese forward, who were smok¬ 
ing and eating in regular Eastern fashion, with 
apparently no thought of turning in. 
C. M. D. 
Game Law Needs for New Jersey. 
Mr. Wm. G. Moore, of Haddonfield, N. J., a 
member of the Executive Committee of the As¬ 
sociation of New Jersey Sportsmen, has written 
to Mr. Geo. Batten, the president, a- letter giv¬ 
ing his views on the needed changes in the New 
Jersey game law, from which we are permitted 
to print the following extract: 
I want to report that we have had the best 
quail shooting this fall that we have ever had 
within the last ten years. Two years prior to 
this year we did some experimenting. In 1906 
we put out about twenty-eight patches of buck¬ 
wheat and we had very good shooting. In 1907 
we put out in the neighborhood of forty pairs 
of birds in a scientific manner, and although 
there were lots of birds in the woods, yet when 
it came to gunning them we were never able 
to get up more than two or three coveys in one 
day. We then determined that what we needed 
was buckwheat rather than birds. In other 
words it was more necessary to feed the birds 
and keep them over from winter to winter than 
to put out new birds. Also the buckwheat 
patches would make convenient places for us to 
shoot and find birds. This year we put out 
between thirty and forty quarter-acre patches 
of buckwheat, and I have no doubt whatever 
but that there are at least fifty coveys of birds 
on these buckwheat patches. On one buckwheat 
patch we had the rather unusual experience of 
putting up three bunches of birds. While we 
were firing at one covey, the second covey got 
up almost under our feet, and as we started 
into the woods, not twenty yards from the buck¬ 
wheat patch, we put up the third covey. So, 
to ourselves at least, we have proven con¬ 
clusively what should be done for the rearing 
and holding of the quail in our section. No one 
else that I have heard of has had the results 
we have had, and it is entirely due to the fact 
that we have consistently protected our birds 
and fed them during the heavy snows in the 
winter. Consequently I am thoroughly con¬ 
vinced that it would do no good to shorten the 
season as you have suggested. 
It would be of much more value to suggest 
the starting of hunting clubs throughout the 
State for the purpose of feeding the birds and 
keeping them alive over the severe winter 
weather. Personally, I would not be willing 
to have the game law on quail in South Jersey 
changed from what it is to-day, and I know 
that I voice the best sentiment on game protec¬ 
tion in our section of the State. 
You probably know that I was the one that 
suggested the law dividing the State, owing to 
the fact that North Jersey is absolutely differ¬ 
ent from South Jersey in its needs as far as 
quail, ruffed grouse and English pheasant are 
concerned. There is no reason why the law 
should not be the same as it is on rabbits for 
two reasons: First, the rabbit hunter kills as 
many quail as the quail hunter does, and second, 
the natural season on quail and rabbits is ex¬ 
actly the same. It may be of interest to you 
to know that the closing of the July season or 
woodcock has been of great benefit to SoutI 
Jersey. I have never killed any woodcock dur 
ing the quail season in South Jersey until this 
year. The first two days of the season I killec 
four which is something exceedingly unusual. ] 
heard of one party who killed thirty-five wood 
cock in one day a few miles below where I hunt 
I did not believe this report, but it seems to b< 
pretty well confirmed. 
Your suggestion in regard to the change ii 
the Game Commission for the purpose of putting 
a naturalist of executive ability in charge woulc 
certainly be a big thing for the State, althougl 
as far as we are concerned in South Jersey, Mr 
Kuser has made a big effort to protect the game 
The first time in the history of gunning that 
have ever met a special warden or a warden o 
any kind was a few days ago when he met u 
in the automobile at Mays Landing. His nanu 
was Loveless, and he was sent there by Mr 
Kuser to stop the killing of deer, of which, a 
you probably know, we have a great many ii 
South Jersey, and in fact I have a number 0 
them right on my property. They are killet 
generally by influential men of Atlantic City 
who take them to Atlantic City in their auto 
mobiles, and they kill them right near my prop 
erty. I am glad to see that Mr. Kuser is makin, 
an effort to break it up. 
There is one suggestion that I would recom 
mend, that you have not put in your letter 
which I consider is more important than gu 
license or the prohibition of the removal o 
game from the State, and that is the prohibitin' 
of the sale of the game in the State. 
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