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game associations and gun clubs, has some race 
horses and plenty of money. He believes in 
‘‘educating the people,” which is all right if 
one uses the county jail now and then in the 
course. The humane system of game protection 
works well only on men whom the laws were 
not made for. R. Morris. 
Pictures of the Hunt. 
Among the exhibits of the International 
Shooting and Field Sports Exhibition, to be 
held in Vienna next year, will be a large col¬ 
lection of cinematograph pictures illustrating a 
royal hunt in the Salzkammergut. As it is not 
generally known how pictures, of this sort are 
obtained, a partial description is given below: 
The views were taken on Aug. 19, the weather 
being pretty favorable, the occasion chosen was 
that of the so-called Helmesriesen Hunt in the 
Steinkogler district. Seven French experts, 
under the guidance of Director Franzos, had 
made the necessary preparations a fortnight be¬ 
fore the time. With the help of the master of 
the imperial hunting grounds, Councillor Leo 
Titz, they had taken up suitable positions on the 
hunting ground. The operators were distributed 
along the whole route from the imperial villa 
in Ischl up to the hunting ground and thus all 
the interesting details were taken one after the 
other. 
The pictures begin with Emperor Francis 
Joseph’s departure from his summer home. 
The second stage represents his arrival with his 
suite at the station at Ischl, where he entered 
an open carriage so constructed as to allow him 
to have an extensive view of the country as the 
train traveled along. 
The third series was taken as the party left 
the train at Steinkogel, and getting into the 
carriages were driven by uniformed postillions 
on their way to the Helmesriesen preserves. 
Councillor Titz and a large number of people 
greeted the Emperor with enthusiastic cheering. 
The next position taken up by the photog¬ 
raphers was the point where the members of 
the hunt left the carriage and continued their 
way on horseback, the aged monarch with ease 
mounting his hunter “Andredl” and riding into 
the forest. 
In the Helmesriesen district the operators 
made a capital picture as the party dismounted 
to cover the rest of the way on foot. 
Other pictures depict the approach of the 
game and the firing. First a picture was taken 
when the Emperor took up his position and ex¬ 
changed a few words with his servant relative 
to the preparations. As the first chamois ap¬ 
peared his Majesty fired and the animal fell— 
a splendid shot. Several young goats and small 
game passed the stand, but the Emperor did not 
shoot, as it is his custom only to kill males. Two 
of the latter which afterward came within range 
w r ere killed by him with two well aimed shots. 
All told, the films show fifty chamois. The re¬ 
mainder of the pictures show the monarch leav¬ 
ing after the close of the hunt and the return 
journey to Miesenbachmuhle. 
_ The reproduction of these pictures on the 
cinematograph will take fully three-quarters of 
a n hour. More pictures were taken on the 
occasion of a chamois hunt near Traunstein, 
but the Emperor did not take part. 
A Hunt in the Hockomock. 
I met a man the other day in the street who 
stopped me, saying: “I guess you don’t know 
me.” 
I replied: “Did not I go hunting with you 
once, some thirty odd years ago?” 
“Yes, you did.” 
“And it was over at the Hockomock Swamp?” 
“Yes.” 
“And Edward Kaye went with us?” 
“He did.” 
“Well, I remember you now perfectly well, 
although at first I was not sure.” 
“I saw Kaye the other day.” 
“I did not know he was here! I should like 
to have seen him.” And after some further 
conversation my old sportsman of thirty years 
ago walked away, telling me as he did so that 
he was seventy-eight years old and yet he 
marched off as erect and firm as one in the 
prime of manhood. 
This unexpected occurrence reminded me of 
the day spent in the Hockomock so many years 
ago and brought up so vividly the particulars 
of that hunt that I came home and took up 
my pen as soon as possible to indite the record 
of the same for future generations to read. 
In the first place the day was cold, the snow 
deep, the drive long and the country to be hun¬ 
ted over hard. My friend, Howard, had his 
black and white hound, a good one, too, upon 
whose nose depended the success of our hunt. 
We went some eight miles from the city out 
in the turnpike and put up our steed at old 
Obed’s, who was glad to see us, gave us a warm 
welcome and cared well for our horse. I knew 
Obed when he kept a store not far from my 
own residence, and Obed knew me and almost 
everyone else within an area of ten miles 
around. Having got everything fixed to our 
satisfaction we loped for the highway in hopes 
to see somewhere in the snow the imprint of 
some hare which had crossed from the adjoin¬ 
ing swamps from one side to the other. Nor 
did we have to go far before we found some 
tracks. Hector was put on and gladly sniffed 
the scent and dove into the swamp on our left 
and was soon out of sight. We three spread 
out. Kaye went in after the dog, I passed up 
the road for some forty rods and stopped at 
an old wood road where I saw that a hare had 
crossed previously. Floward went still further 
up to the northward and then he too went into 
the swamp. 
In the meantime Hector had started the hare 
and was apparently driving directly upon my 
stand. Presently I heard a noise in the bushes 
and saw that Kaye was making his way toward 
me. I called to him to hurry up and come back 
where I was, for I felt sure the hare would 
pass near the spot where I stood. Kaye readily 
enough made his way to me. Now I wanted 
Kaye to get that hare, if possible, as he had 
never killed one. So I told him where to stand, 
to cock his gun and keep a sharp lookout to 
the left where the dog could be heard rapidly 
driving, and said, “I feel sure the hare will 
pass by your stand near enough to give you a 
good shot.” 
So saying, I walked out of the wood road, 
got upon the highway and proceeded north in 
the direction I had seen Howard take. I had 
not got far before the dog came in full cry 
right upon the stand where I had left Kaye, 
and yet I heard no shot. Soon the sound of 
the barking could be heard from the dog, evi¬ 
dently between Kaye and myself. The hare 
had evidently deviated in his course and was 
diving deeper into the swamp, so that there was 
no immediate chance of a shot for me. I re¬ 
solved to go back and see why Kaye had not 
fired if, as I thought, the hare had passed with¬ 
in sight. Upon arriving at the stand I found 
Kaye there just as I had left him. I said: 
“Did you see the hare?” 
“Yes, he passed right by me.” 
“Why didn’t you shoot?” 
“Oh, I couldn’t. He looked right at me and 
I right at him, and then he jumped one side and 
was out of sight before I had time to fire.” 
“Well,” said I, “I am sorry you did not get 
him. I suppose he will give us a long chase 
now, and I shall go up in the direction where 
Howard went and you can go, too, if you like. 
But, if the hare gets by both of us, 1 think he 
will give you a shot yet.” 
“Well,” said Kaye, who evidently felt bad 
over the escape of the hare, “I believe I will 
stay here, and if he does come back I will shoot 
at him, anyhow.” 
So I left him and went after Howard. The 
dog took that hare almost in a straight line 
until he was entirely out of hearing, and I still 
continued to walk up the road, intending to go 
into the swamp and take a stand in some suit¬ 
able place as soon as ever I should hear the 
sound of Hector coming back. It was not long 
before I heard him far off, his voice just com¬ 
ing faintly toward me. Presently I heard a 
gun. “That must be Howard. I wonder if he 
has got him?” So I paused and waited for 
some minutes until I could more plainly hear 
the dog and knew that he had got by the point 
from which I had heard the report of the gun. 
He was driving directly toward me and, if I 
wanted a shot, it behooved me to get into the 
swamp and find a stand. 
Now the road had been built to quite a height 
above the level of the swamp, and alongside of 
the road was a deep ditch some twenty feet 
across. This ditch was filled with water slightly 
frozen over with a good coating of snow upon 
the top. I had a heavy ulster on that reached 
below the knees and was provided with rubber 
boots as to the feet. But I did not like the 
prospect of attempting to cross upon so perilous 
a bridge, having had previous experiences in 
making such attempts. However, there was no 
time for hesitation. As Qesar crossed the Rubi¬ 
con I must at least try to cross the confronting 
country ditch. Carefully I stepped down the 
bank, scraped off some of the surface of the 
snow and pounded upon the ice with a big stick 
to see if it was strong enough to safely bear 
my weight, and then stepped boldly forward. 
My feet slipped on the ice which crackled under 
me. I sprang nimbly forward and reached the 
opposite side and fell with my nose in a snow 
bank and legs in the water just as the great 
sheet of ice broke away from the shore and in 
a thousand pieces lay floating in the water 
around me. I drew myself safely up on the 
bank, feeling like Robinson Crusoe, devoutly 
thankful that I was safe on dry land once more. 
As soon as possible I gathered myself together 
and made tracks to the center of the swamp— 
in this part thereof there were many cedar trees 
