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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[April 22, 1911. 
after the venison pot pie we made pies of the 
soda biscuit by warming and softening them and 
putting the blackberries and maple sugar be¬ 
tween them. Just try it when you are in the 
woods. After our Sunday dinner we all started 
out for a tramp, going to the highest point, 
about 500 feet, where we had a good view of 
the Blue Mountains in Hamilton county. 
Monday and Tuesday were devoted to fishing 
by Benson with good results. The still-hunters 
had an unsuccessful tramp, while the partridge 
hunters brought in a few broilers for breakfast. 
Both nights were given over to jacklight hunt¬ 
ing; Monday night without success. Tuesday 
night the senior and junior members, Mr. Parker 
and Dr. Davison, went with Lalancett. An hour 
passed and then Parker’s gun broke the silence. 
The doctor asked him what he had shot at. His 
reply was, “The eyes of a deer.” The doctor 
said, “I think fireflies were what you saw. 
They could find no sign of deer. Another hour 
passed and the doctor’s gun belched forth its 
contents of buckshot. Parker asked, “What did 
vou shoot at?” The doctor replied, “A buck 
deer.” Parker said, “You saw only fireflies,” 
but they found a two-year-old buck dead where 
he stood when shot. 
Wednesday morning we packed the deer in 
the empty cracker barrel, and with what re¬ 
mained of our stock of provisions and baggage, 
started for civilization. When we came to the 
rapids where we made the long portage going 
up, only two men remained in each boat. At 
the end of the rapids the boats had to wait for 
the party of four who had walked over the 
portage. Below the rapids the guides pointed 
to two graves where a father and son were 
buried who had been drowned while running 
the rapids. We reached the landing place about 
11 o’clock, and while the guides went for teams, 
our party had their last dinner on Racket River. 
After settling with our guides and for the 
keep of our team, we were soon on our way 
toward home, and but for an incident that hap¬ 
pened within an hour we would have been in 
Theresa on Thursday evening. 
The incident—or accident—occurred in front 
of a house in which the postoffice of South 
Colton was located. An old man named Hunt, 
a patron of the postoffice, had left his horse 
and wagon in the road without hitching the 
horse, and had gone to the house, about ten 
rods from the road. The horse commenced 
feeding on the grass, and as the most palatable 
was in the corner of the snake rail fence, the 
animal, to get to the best, had stepped over a 
small log with his forefeet, which brought the 
rear wheels of the wagon outside of the wagon 
tracks of the road, and there was plenty of 
room for our team to pass. Just as our rear 
wheels came opposite the other wagon, however, 
the horse stepped back over the log and the 
rear off wheel caught into our rear right wheel, 
and before I could warn Mr. Parker, our driver, 
the empty wagon was overturned and the horse 
thrown down. I jumped out of our wagon and 
got the horse by the head to keep it quiet, while 
the other boys were freeing it from the over¬ 
turned wagon. Just as we had got the horse 
up, the owner came on the scene swearing that 
he would make us pay well for breaking his 
wagon. Only one thill was broken. 
Mr. Parker was a good Episcopalian and did 
not like to hear the oaths that came from a man 
that was over seventy years old, and he ordered 
us to get back in the wagon, and we drove on 
our way. We had passed through the village 
of Colton and were well on the way to Canton, 
where we expected to spend the night, when we 
were overtaken by two men in a buggy. As 
they came up we noticed that one of the men 
was our old friend, Mr. Hunt. The other man 
informed us that he was a constable and had a 
warrant for the driver of our team, unless he 
settled with his companion for the damage done 
to his wagon. When we learned that he wanted 
five dollars damages, which was more than the 
old thing was worth, we refused to pay, and 
Mr. Parker told the constable that we would 
go back to Colton. The constable directed Mr. 
Parker to get in the buggy with him and told 
Mr. Hunt that he would have to get out and 
walk the three miles back to Colton. We in¬ 
vited Mr. Hunt to ride with us, but he would 
not accept the offer. 
When we reached Colton, the inhabitants were 
all excited over the matter. As we expected to 
remain over night, we began to look for a place 
to pitch our tent, when a prominent merchant 
pointed to a vacant lot near a church on a hill, 
saying the lot belonged to him, and that we 
could use it as long as we wished. Pie also said 
that the adjoining garden was his, and that we 
should help ourselves to whatever was in it. 
When Mr. Hunt made his appearance, the citi¬ 
zens told him that they would pay for the re¬ 
pairing of the wagon if he would withdraw the 
case. Pie said that he would if we would pay 
the expenses so far. This offer we refused and 
the citizens offered to do so, to which we ob¬ 
jected. As Mr. Benson and I had done 
most of the talking, the complainant seemed to 
think that we were New York lawyers and began 
to weaken and finally offered to settle if we would 
pay half of constable fees of $1.25. This we 
also refused, but as the citizens did not wish 
the matter to go any further, we finally con¬ 
cluded to pay the large sum of sixty-three cents, 
and thus ended the farce already referred to. 
By this time the other boys had put up our 
tent, and we had our supper with cucumbers 
and tomatoes from the garden of our friend the 
merchant. In the evening the merchant, the 
justice of the peace who issued the warrant and 
other residents came to call on us and we had 
games of cards and told camp fireside stories 
into the wee small hours. We got but little 
sleep after our friends left, for as we had sixty 
miles to drive that day, we were on our way 
long before the sun was up and reached Theresa 
about midnight. 
Mr. Benson enjoyed the trip so well that in 
the following November, in company with H. H. 
Thompson, of Passaic, N. J., he spent a week or 
more on the same part of Racket River, deer 
hunting. I do not know with what success. 
All of the first party except myself have 
passed over the divide. Although I corres¬ 
ponded with Mr. Benson for a number of years, 
I never met him again after leaving him at 
Theresa a week after our return from the woods. 
He died in Binghamton, N. Y., where he was a 
successful merchant, and known as an enthusi¬ 
astic angler. J. L. Davison. 
All the game laws of the United States and 
Canada, revised to date and norv in force, art 
given in the Game Laws in Brief. See adv. 
Jews and Birds. 
Editorial in Die Wahrheit (The Truth), New York, 
April 3, 1911. 
Dr. William T. Hornaday, director of the 
New York Zoological Park, has been kind enough 
to address to us a marked copy of a journal en¬ 
titled “Wild Life Call.” He desired us to notice 
an article, “A Call to the Press.” 
Dr. Hornaday tells us in this article that a 
bill is now pending in the Legislature at Albany, 
urging the prohibition .of the sale of game birds. 
Let us explain to you what this means. There 
are wild birds that men eat, and those birds arc 
being shot. Some people go on a hunt for pleas¬ 
ure; others do it for business. The man going 
on a hunt for pleasure shoots as many birds as 
his family needs, while the other man shoots 
without limit, since he sells those birds. Should, 
however, the sale of these birds be prohibited, 
they would not be destroyed. 
What would be the resultant benefit of such 
birds? 
First of all they would devour the harmful 
worms and insects which destroy the farmer’s 
crops, fruit, gardens and vegetables; and besides, 
the visitors to the fields and woods would have 
a chance to see the beautiful birds and hear 
their sweet songs. 
We sympathize with Dr. Hornaday and wish 
that he may succeed in his noble struggle. But 
we, as representatives of the Jewish press, can 
offer him neither help nor harm. The reason 
is quite obvious. The Jews have very few hun¬ 
ters, and those that are hunters are surely not 
pot-hunters. Moreover, we know that the great 
majority of Jews do not buy any wild birds that 
are shot, out of religious scruples. 
What did interest us, however, in Dr. Horna- 
day’s journal is the rather infamous “Milliner’s 
Bill.” Let us explain. 
There is nothing more beautiful, nothing more 
impressive in the world, than to observe the 
multi-colored birds in the woods and listen to 
their beautiful music. The flesh of these song 
birds or pretty colored birds is not edible, but 
their feathers are used to ornament the hats of 
ladies. 
Last year a bill was passed in Albany prohibit¬ 
ing the sale of the plumage of such birds. This 
law will be in force the coming month of July, 
and except the feathers of certain wild (game) 
birds, which the law allows to be shot, the ladies 
will not be allowed to ornament their heads with 
the tiny bodies of these songsters. 
We frankly admit that we are very much de¬ 
lighted at the passage of such a law, but now 
we are informed by Mr. Hornaday’s journal that 
some people are planning to destroy this praise¬ 
worthy law. 
Our interest becomes intensified when we learn 
that almost all those who take part in the repeal 
of this law are Jews. Prominent among them 
is Assemblyman A. J. Levy, of New York, 
introducing a new bill containing such a “trick” 
as will make void the law, which is yet to come 
in force. We are astonished to hear that those 
behind Levy’s bill are mostly Jews. Here are the 
names of the biggest millinery firms constituting 
the National Millinery Association: P. Adelson 
Bros., P. Meyer Co., Lehman Bros., Selz & 
Levin, J. Engel Co., Lelive Kornfield, G. R. Fisk 
Co., Klapp & Filton. 
Out of these eight big firms six are absolutely 
Jewish, while the other two may be doubtful. 
