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would wake to an autumn gale and blinding 
downpour. 
“I wish I could hear a bear sometime at night 
when we’re out like this,’’ remarked the Naiad 
sleepily. 
“Or a panther,” I suggested. 
“Sugar! If ye ever heered a panther screech 
in the dark, yer hair would stand straight up,” 
said Rube, who was busy building up the fire 
and laying a pile of logs handy for use dur¬ 
ing the night, 
“Didn’t you see one a few years ago on a 
pond near here?” I asked, fishing for another 
yarn. 
A suspicious twinkle came into his eye and he 
poked the blazing logs vigorously. 
“You mean the feiler I see catchin’ frogs?” 
he inquired. 
I nodded. The gleam of humor deepened and 
broadened into a grin. 
“I ain’t seen a panther fer twenty years,” 
said he. “I jist told of thet one so the folks 
would hev somethin’ interestin’ ter talk about 
fer awhile.” 
Winter Sports in Norway 
By CHR. G 
H AMAN, Norway, April 1 .—Editor Forest 
and Stream: I am sending you a few 
photographs front a ski jumping com¬ 
petition, which may interest your readers. In 
our neighborhood we have a hill that holds the 
to the graceful position of the Contes'ants, and 
the manner of holding the skjis while in the 
air than to the length of the jump, and this of 
course has some influence on the length, as one 
who is among the first in the long distance run 
ten there has been too little snow, or a stone 
or stump in the way. 
It does look neck-breaking, however, to see 
a person sailing through space for 45 meters 
with a sheer drop of 28 meters, as in the above 
mentioned hill whose pitch is about 40 degrees, 
but as stated before, if there is plenty of snow, 
a clear way and a decline to land on—a level 
place would not be very healthy— there is a 
minimum of danger. 
In combination with the ski competition the 
rifle cub also had an interesting contest start¬ 
ing with a sham fight. The members all had 
skiis and were divided into two parties under 
command of army officers. After the fight there 
was sharpshooting at figures, unknown distances. 
We generally have a scrap or two like this 
every winter, and it is great sport, but the funny 
thing is that some of the best range shots are 
outclassed at the unknown distance shooting. 
That is where the man who “goes a hunting” 
has the best of it. 
Black Fox. 
George L. Worth ley. of Norridgewock, 
shot a black fox, which is estimated to 
A SKI JUMPING COMPETITION AT HAMAN, NORWAY. 
record for jumping in Norway (51 meters) made 
last winter. 
A month ago there was the annual contest 
and some 140 of Norway’s best skiers competed 
for the prizes, the first of which was the King’s 
cup. It was a very close competition and a 
difficult matter for the judges to decide. There 
were as usual two runs combined, first the long 
distance run of about ten miles and afterward 
the jumping, the result of both being combined. 
In the jumping the judges give more attention 
naturally does not like to risk his chances by 
getting a fall in the jumping. Still there were 
many elegant jumps of 40 meters and more, and 
one of 47H with a fall. 
I saw it stated some time ago in Forest and 
Stream that ski jumping was a very dangerous 
sport. To this I cannot agree, however. Take 
it, for instance, here in Norway. Every Sunday 
in winter there are thousands of men and boys 
practicing jumping and accidents are very seldom 
heard of. If there is' one, nine times out of 
be worth from $250 to $500. Mr. Worthley 
thought he was on the trail of a red fox. 
He had set his Kentucky fox hound on a 
scent and in a few minutes after the dog had 
made a circuit of several miles the fox ran up 
close to where Mr. Worthley was on the watch. 
It took but one shot to kill the animal. This is 
the sixth black fox that has been killed or 
captured in Norridgewock this season. Three 
of them have been captured and are still alive.— 
Lewiston Journal. 
