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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Sept, ii, 1909. 
"Resorts for Sportsmen. 
BRITISH EAST AFRICA. 
Big-game hunting parties theroughly and economically 
equipped. 
ELEPHANT. LION. BUFFALO. 
ANTELOPE. RHINOCEROS. 
Tell us when you want to start and we do the rest. 
Write for booklet to NEWLANt) TARLTON & CO., 
LTD. (head office, Nairobi, B. E. Africa), 166 Piccadilly, 
London, England. Cables: Wapagazi; London. 
BIG GAME SHOOTING IN 
BRITISH EAST AFRICA 
Outfitters of Shooting and Scientific Expedi- 
, tions. We are the only firm in the country, who 
through eleven years’ of existence, their large 
and varied experience and connections, can 
GUARANTEE every sportsman, who is an 
average shot, within six weeks 
100 Head of Mixed Game 
providing our advice is followed. Terms and 
Catalogues on application. All communications 
should be addressed to the Principal, 
CHAS. A. HEYER, M.E. A. U. N. H. S., 
Nairobi, British East Africa. 
Telegraphic address, HEYER, NAIROBI, 
A. B. C. Code, 5th Edition. 
NEWFOUNDLAND 
Excellent 
shooting. 
Salmon and Trout Fishing; alsq Caribou 
Tents, guides, boats provided. Write 
BUNGALOW, Grand Lake, Newfoundland. 
NEW BRUNSWICK _ , „ 
Sportsmen—If you are planning a hunting trip this tall 
and want good heads, try our camps on the Serpentine, 
headwaters of the Tobique River. A noted country for 
hie came. Moose, Caribou and Deer plentiful. For par¬ 
ticulars write to LEWIS & FALDING, Perth, Victoria 
County, New Brunswick. 
Grand Island Forest and Game Preserve 
An island containing 13,600 acres, located in Munising 
Bay, Lake Superior, two and one-half miles from Munising, 
Michigan. Efficient boat service between island and mainland. 
Stocked with Caribou, Elk, Moose, and various species of Deer 
and Birds. Located in the upper peninsula of Michigan, 
where fishing and hunting abounds. Excellent rail and water 
connections. Hotel Williams and Cottages with all modern con¬ 
veniences, located on the island, opens for business June 20th. 
Terms Reasonable 
Additional Cottages, on Grand Island, on the shores of Lake 
Superior, furnished for housekeeping, for rent by the week, 
month or season. Lots, on which to build cottages, for lease. 
For illustrated booklet, containing full information, apply to 
THE CLEVELAND-CL1FFS IRON CO. 
Land Department Munising, Michigan 
"THE HOMESTEAD,” Narrowsburg, Sullivan Co., N. Y. 
Good bass and trout fishing, three miles from R.R. Daily, 
$1.60; weekly, $7 to $9. Children, $5. Robert Heubner. 
BROTHER SPORTSMEN. 
Come to New Brunswick 
and have the hunt of your life. We have got the game, 
and the BOYS will give you a good time. Costs no more 
than in the uncertain countries. Write us. Large stock 
of moose heads for sale, mounted and raw. Photos fur¬ 
nished. Price low to clear. 
EMACK BROS., 
Taxidermists, Fredericton, N. B. 
QUAIL SHOOTING. 
I control absolutely fifteen square miles of as fine quail 
shooting as can be found in America (adjoins game pre¬ 
serves of August Belmont, Esq.), and invite five desirable 
sportsmen to join me in forming a club. Expenses only 
the actual cost to me of leased privileges, keep of dogs, 
horses and guides. A new hotel in the preserves has 
mineral baths, electric lights, flowing wells and perfect 
sewerage. Terms from $2.50. Winter climate among 
long-leaf pines unsurpassed. This is entirely out of the 
ordinary. H. LEE SOLOMONS, President of Bank of 
Estill, Estill, Hampton Co., S. C. tf. 
"Resorts for Sportsmen. 
SHOOT BEAR or MOOSE. —If you positively 
want the finest trout and salmon fishing, all you 
want every day, until Oct. 1st, bait or fly; or if 
you want to shoot a moose, black bear, deer and 
all small game, come to my camps. They hold a 
record no other camps in the entire region can 
show. And you need not take my word for it, as 
I can furnish plenty of references from people who 
come here annually and get their game. Terms 
only $1.50.a day. Only 5 miles to buckboard, or haul 
vour game out. Finest of camps, spring beds, tele¬ 
phone, etc. J. G. HARLOW, Dead River, Me. 
UNTING PARTIES 
The Waugum. Select Family and Transient 
Hotel. Special attention to Hunting, Fishing, Auto¬ 
mobile Parties. Accessible, near Garage. Spend 
the Autumn in the beautiful Berkshires. Postals. 
Box 82 Canaan. Conn. 
HUNTING IN AFRICA 
Shooting parties outfitted and guided in 
Rhodesia. Best English and American refer¬ 
ences. Abundance of Big Game. Address 
WILLIAM FINAUGHTY. JR.. 
Bulawayo, Rhodesia. 
BIG TROUT 
but, thinking no more of it, went on. A min¬ 
ute or two later the same noise came from the 
other side of me, followed by the distinct rus¬ 
tle of something moving through the under¬ 
brush. “Wolf!” flashed through my mind at 
once, and I suddenly seemed strung up to 
concert pitch. I could see nothing, and walked 
a few paces with my rifle at the ready, when 
a rustle directly at my back swung me round 
as quickly as before, and this time I heard the 
beast move off to one side. This made me 
feel better, as, whatever it was, it seemed to 
give me the right of way. Suddenly there was 
a loud rustle almost at my side, which fairly 
made me jump round, and I saw staring at 
me out of a clump of young hemlocks two 
large round eyes. Before I could raise the 
rifle they were gone, and their owner went 
away with a rush, and I heard him stop a short 
distance away, leaving me but the haunting 
impression of baleful green eyes. It now kept 
at a more respectful distance, and soon I | 
heard a scratching noise like a cat whetting his 
claws on the bark of a tree, and then knew 
that my chance acquaintance was not a lone 
wolf, but a lynx. A lynx, eternally following, , 
as do all his tribe, and trying to make up his 
mind to attack a man, but living and dying, 
except for isolated instances, without having 
summoned up enough courage to fulfill his 
object. 
My way now led up to a high ridge, a short 
way from camp, where I had to leave the 
cadge road, and as I did so the moon shone 
out from behind the clouds, bathing a bare, j 
IN PLENTY 
in the 10 square miles my Antlers Camps cover. Com¬ 
fortable individual or party lodges; fine table; telephone. 
Special rates to summer visitors and large parties. Book¬ 
let free. S. A. POTTER, Jo Mary Lake, Norcross, Me. 
u WYOMING. 
Ranch, Cody, Wyo. 
Elk, Deer, Bear, Mountain Sheep—Sept. 25 to Nov. 30. 
Shooting parties outfitted and guided. Address B. C. 
RUMSEY. 
EXCLUSIVE HUNTING ON 25,000 ACRES. 
Furnishing first-class accommodations, guides, livery, 
hunting lands and trained dogs for the hunting of quail, 
wild turkeys and deer. Northern references.. Special 
attention to parties containing ladies. Trained and 
untrained quail dogs for sale. 
For Sale.—The only correct sporting map of New Bruns¬ 
wick; shows where the camps and hunting grounds of 
the leading guides are, and how to get to them. Price, 
$1.50, prepaid. EMACK BROS., Fredericton, N. B. 
BLAKESLEE LAKE CAMPS.—Unequaled deer, moose, 
bear and bird shooting. Will guarantee you a shot at 
two deer if you spend a week at my camps this fall. 
Send for free illustrated booklet and map. 
JOSEPH H. WHITE, Eustis, Me. _ 
TOBIQUE MOOSE GUIDE 
Terms on application. RILEY BROOK, Victoria Co., N. B. 
Best of references. 13 
Property for Stile. 
FISH HATCHERY FOR SALE or LEASE 
Munising, Michigan. 
Located at railroad station of Munising Railway Co., 
near Lake Superior. Hatchery fully equipped for hatch¬ 
ing and raising fish. Eight outdoor ponds. Keeper’s 
dwelling furnished for housekeeping. For full particulars 
address 
THE CLEVELAND-CLIFFS IRON CO. 
Land Department_Negaunee, Michigan 
BERKSHIRE TROUT HATCHERY FOR SALE. 
140 acres. Fine forest. Never failing mountain springs. Ponds 
with exceptional natural conditions for trout raising. Well 
stocked with 50,000 fish. Three houses with baths and modern 
conveniences. Seven miles from Great Barrington. Good 
roads. Address J. S. SCULLY. Great Barrington. Mass. 
Wants and Kjcchanges. 
SPORTSMEN! HUNTERS! TRAPPERS! 
I will pay good prices for all kinds of live wild water 
fowl, either wing-tipped or trapped birds. 
G. D. TILLEY, Darien, Conn. 
rocky hill over which I had to pass with its 
brilliant white light. The idea suddenly struck 
me that this might be my chance to see and 
perhaps get a shot at my eerie companion. 
So, having crossed the moonlit ridge, I 
wheeled round and hid in a thicket on its , 
edge. Looking out over the ridge, the mica ■ 
and ore sparkling defiance to the stars, it 
seemed as though a rat could not cross its . 
whitened surface without my detecting him. 
I had waited there about five minutes without 
seeing anything, when the lynx set his wild, 1 
melancholy yell about twenty yards away in 
the shadow of some balsams, directly behind 
my back, where he bad evidently been watch¬ 
ing me. When his call died away in its weird 
cadence, I steadfastly set my face toward ; 
camp, cursing softly. He was too old a hun¬ 
ter himself to be caught that way, and had 
crossed further down. He called twice during 
the rest of the way to camp, in a way that 
only those who have heard it can understand, 
but did not come near, evidently being sus¬ 
picious of my actions. 
A short way from camp I was glad to see 
Big Ike coming to meet me, his rugged old 
face full of anxiety. “That lynx, he’s up to 
no good, is that feller,” he said. “We catch 
him, mebbe termorrer, mebbe next day, but 
we catch him, fer sure.” The next morning I j 
went down early to get water at the lake, and 
there, stretched out on an overhanging branch i 
that leaned over the water, was my friend of j 
the night before. A fine male lynx he was, 
and he slowly turned his head over his shoul¬ 
der and gave me a low, hissing snarl. My 
pretence at not having seen him I am afraid 
was feeble. I filled the kettle, walked back to 
camp, grabbed the rifle, and came back on the 
dead run. My lynx was gone, but a V-shaped 
ripple with a round bullet head at its point 
showed clearly against the rising sun. It was 
the work of a moment to launch the canoe and 
go in pursuit, but I soon saw that he would 
beat me to the further shore, which was not 
far away, so I stopped the canoe and fired as 
his shoulders rose out of the water. He was i 
just able to get on to the bank, and died with 
a flurry, clawing at the unresponsive rock. 
When I reached him he was quite still, his . 
fierce old face set in a snarl, which still looks 
down at me from the wall as I write these 
lines. When I rounded the canoe back to 
our landing I found Big Ike with his morning 
pipe had been an interested spectator, and 
with a cheery “Good boy!” he jerked the 
canoe, lynx and myself several yards up the j 
bank.—Shoe-pack, in London Field. 
