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who had also had good luck, and we sat down 
a moment to enjoy the scene together and drink 
in nature’s restoring draughts. I pity the man 
who has no taste for the pleasures of the woods 
and streams. A pleasant ride through the 
twilight brought 11s home again and closed a 
most enjoyable day. T. 
New Jersey Game Outlook. 
Prince’s Bay, N. J., Nov. 3. —Editor Forest 
and Stream: On Sunday, Oct. 31, I took a ride 
down to Tuckerton, N. J., and was interested 
to learn from different people along the route 
what the game conditions are. There are lots 
of quail in back of Louis River, Manahawkin 
and Waretown and some partridges, and any 
quantity of rabbits. At Manahawkin some boys 
told me that they had seen a number of deer 
this summer over in the pines (to the west, I 
should judge). I wished that I could have 
stayed at Tuckerton and gone after ducks which 
are there by the thousands. 
I talked with a number of old sea captains 
and was surprised to learn that the people there 
are such a God-fearing and loving people. It 
is an old Quaker settlement and the Sabbath is 
strictly observed. I have been in some seacoast 
towns and found the people a “tough set.” Com¬ 
ing home we put up a bevy of quail that were 
dusting in the sand beside the road, and at night 
our searchlight showed us a rabbit now and then 
jumping across the road. * * *. 
^irginia-Carolina Field Trials Association 
. Richmond, Va., Nov. 4. — Editor Forest and 
Stream: I beg to inclose herewith announce¬ 
ment of the Virginia-Carolina Field Trials’ 
meeting, Dec. 7. Entries close Nov. 17. 
The judges selected for this year are: S. 
C. Bradley, of Fairfield, Conn., and John White, 
)f Hempstead, L. I. 
There are an abundance of birds in this part 
if the country this season. The summer has 
,ieen very dry and the hatching first rate. The 
.season for shooting opened Nov. 1, but very 
little has been done on account of the extremely 
lry weather. 
! Reports from the various members of the as¬ 
sociation indicate a very large entry for both 
he Member Stake and the Free-For-All. The 
>rize money will amount to about $500, ex- 
lusive of two silver cups. A good many new 
members have been added to the rolls during 
he past few months. 
Chas. B. Cooke, Sec’y. 
North Dakota Shooting. 
Galesburg, N. D., Nov. 4. — Editor Forest and' 
itream: Weather very fine out here now; 
Tight sunshine; all doors open; flies buzzing 
round. We have had no rain to mention for 
long time and the water is very low in sloughs 
nd ponds. Ducks and geese are, therefore, 
ery scarce this fall up here. 
Shooting has been rather a fizzle this fall, 
11 game being scarce, but I notice many good 
ized packs of prairie chickens now that the 
:ason is over, so next year they may be more 
lentiful. J. P. Whittemore. 
The Forest and Stream may be obtained from 
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tpply you regularly. 
Uncomfortably Close. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
An old letter from my friend Ben, written 
a good many years ago, may interest some of 
your readers. This is the way it reads: 
Winter Camp, Rico County, Colo., Dec. 16.— 
The day I got over here Squire W. came down 
to see me and proposed, the first snow that came, 
to take the hounds and go lion hunting. 
The squire has thirteen as fine looking black 
and tan hounds as a man ever saw. The stock 
he brought from Kentucky. They are big-chap¬ 
ped, thin-tailed, square-built fellows, and can 
make a fox pull his freight for dear life; but 
while hounds are good it is a well known fact 
that any sort of a dog that will run the track 
and bark will tree a lion in the day time. Some¬ 
times in the night, however, a lion takes a notion 
not to tree, and then woe betide the dog that 
attempts to push him. The magpies usually have 
the fun of picking its fragments out of the 
tops of the bushes the next morning. The squire 
lives seven miles up the creek and is my nearest 
neighbor but one. 
The snow came on the 13th, and the squire 
was on hand bright and early. We had gone 
only half a mile from my cabin when the dogs 
jumped an old mangy coyote, and it took full 
two hours to run the old fellow down, and by 
that time the dogs were lost. At last, however, 
after trotting about for a while, the squire, with 
his horn, succeeded in getting together seven 
dogs with which we pushed on. Adam, who 
was with us, and I had only six-shooters, but 
the squire had a rifle. About 3 o’clock we got 
the dogs on the trail of a lion, but' the snow 
had thawed so much that we had to help them, 
until we got into the timber on Hogback Moun¬ 
tain, where the dogs began to push along so 
fast that we had hard work to keep near them 
with our tired horses. 
All at once there was a sound before us as 
if pandemonium had been let loose. Evidently 
the dogs were in trouble and being punished. 
We were not 300 yards away, and were with 
them in half a minute. They had been waylaid 
by fifteen black and gray wolves. Already one 
hound was dead, a second dying, and a third 
hamstrung. Adam and I swung ourselves off 
our horses, intending to go into them, six-shooter 
in hand, but by this time the squire had begun to 
pump lead among them, which made it danger¬ 
ous for us to get too close. The wolves broke 
and scattered in every direction. We all emptied 
our guns and the best we could do was to wound 
four of the wolves. A gray veteran was shot 
through the lungs, but though we tracked him 
to water by the blood, the next day we lost him. 
While we were hunting the trails of the 
bleeding wolves, the four uninjured dogs struck 
off on a fresh trail, and in ten minutes had 
something at bay in a thick bunch of cedars. 
As the squire is lame, I took his rifle and began 
to push my way through the low limbs expect¬ 
ing to find one of the wounded wolves. I did 
not look up until I heard a fierce growl, when 
to my horror I found that I was not more than 
ten feet from a lion, which was partly concealed 
in the thick boughs of the low cedar. 
Now I was obliged to paralyze this brute by 
the first shot or else back out, for I could not 
afford to be wrestling with such a beast half 
killed in a tangle like this. These dogs had pur¬ 
sued better generalship than I, for they were 
where it was comparatively clear and open and 
could retreat. I made up my mind to take the 
chances. 
The lion appeared to think the dogs of more 
importance than me, so as he turned his head 
to look at them I caught him close down at the 
butt of the ear and turned loose. There was not 
kick enough left in that lion to clear him from 
the thick branches of the trees where he lay. 
It was now nearly sunset. 
We have killed larger boned and longer lions 
than this one, but I never saw one much heavier 
or in better fur. We got the lion on one of the 
horses and packed it to the foot of the moun¬ 
tain, where we left it and the hamstrung hound 
for the night and pulled out for home. 
Straight Bore. 
New Books. 
Outdoors in the Holy Land, by Henry Van 
Dyke. Decorated cloth, illustrated in 
colors, 325 pages, $1.50 net. New York, 
Charles Scribner’s Sons. 
While there is not much of angling in the 
Floly Land, Dr. Van Dyke proves that it is a 
region as replete with interest for the sports¬ 
man tourist as for the pious pilgrim, and in his 
method of travel he selected the best means of 
seeing much that impressed him profoundly. It 
is a charming volume and the full page illus¬ 
trations in colors add to its beauty. 
Books Received: “Ten Years of Game Keep¬ 
ing,” by Owen Jones; Longmans, Green & Co. 
“The Game of British East Africa,” by Capt. 
C. H. Stigand; London, Horace Cox. “The 
Silver Florde,” by Rex Beach; New York, Har¬ 
pers. “By Reef and Trail,” Fisher Ames, Jr.; 
Boston, Brown & Page. “The Backwoodsman,” 
by C. G. D. Roberts; New York, the Macmillan 
Company. 
November. 
The melancholy days have come, they almost fetch the 
tears, 
But now the ’skeeters never hum, nor buzz around 
one’s ears; 
The hobo, clad in summer coat, while by some fence he’s 
sitting, 
Drawls out these words in doleful note, “By gosh, how 
cold it’s gitting!” 
Seared leaves go floating down the streams, each flower 
is in its bed, 
And very drear the landscape seems, so many plants are 
dead; 
The birds have made good use of wings and scarcely left 
a feather; 
Squirrels have stored up nuts and things to eat in 
wintry weather. 
No warming sun now pleases one, no ice cream signs 
are up; 
No bathers having lots of fun, no fleas annoy the pup; 
No caterpillars now are found, no straddlebugs are 
sprawling, 
No bumble bees go buzzing round, no poison snakes 
are crawling. 
Cold rains come at a driving pace, winds wail ’mong 
leafless trees, 
And hid till spring in some safe place are bees and flies 
and fleas; 
The owl sits in the hollow bole a-winking and a-blinking, 
The groundhog housed up in a hole just puts his time in 
thinking. 
The angler this time of the year lays by his rods and flies, 
And tells to him who lends an ear unquestionable lies; 
But the hunter these cool days is not so very melan¬ 
choly, 
When a rousing bag of game lie’s got, O golly! ain’t he 
jolly! A. L. L, 
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