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FOREST AND STREAM 
OCTOBER, 1917 
THE SPORTSMAN TOURIST 
EL PORVENIR, NEW MEXICO 
The Big Game Hunters ’ Paradise 
Located in the Pecos National Forest Reserve at the foot of 
Hermit’s Peak in the very heart of 
THE SOUTHERN ROCKIES 
Reached via Las Vegas, New Mexico, and the Scenic Sky Drive. 
Noted for its Bear, Deer, Lion and Wild Turkey hunting, Beau¬ 
tiful Scenery, Mild Climate and good Trout Fishing. 
We furnish horses, pack buros, guides, guns, hunting and fishing 
equipment at reasonable rates. 
First Class Hotel accommodations, also furnished and unfurnished 
mountain cabins for rent by day, week or season. 
Free telephone connection with Las Vegas—-Post Office in Hotel 
and tri-weekly mail delivery. 
Address 0. L. Williams, Proprietor, PORVENIR, New Mexico 
Two Resorts That Have Stood the Test of Time 
THE COZY HARBOR HOUSE. West Southport. Maine, 
and THE NEWAGEN HOUSE, Newagen, Maine (both 
under the same management) afford vacationists ideal 
surroundings for rest and pleasure; boating, bathing, fish¬ 
ing; exceptionally good table; rates $2 a day up. Write 
either hotel for booklet. 
MERRICONEAG HOUSE, Casco Bay 
So. Harpswell, Maine. 
Open June 25 to Sept. 15th. 
Under New Management. 
Where your friends go. 
S. T. Bennett, Mgr. 
THE ROYAL 
Grise Bros, Props. 
Honey Harbor, Georgian Bay 
CANADA 
The home of the Black Bass. Millions of finny 
tribe waiting to be caught. Get booklet describing 
locality and all Information of Royal Hotel, 
Honey Harbor, Ont- Grise Bros., Prop. 
safest point JE)ouse 
Broad piazza, overlooking Saco Bay. Modern 
plumbing. Steam heat. 
Own garden and cows. Fireproof garage. 
Bathing, boating, deep-sea fishing. Good roads 
for automobiling. R. R. JORDAN, Prop. 
MYERS FARM HOUSE 
SOUTH CAIRO, N. Y. 
Mrs. FRANK MYERS 
Location unsurpassed. Table 
supplied with farm products. 
Bathing, Fishing, Hunting in Sea¬ 
son. Auto service. Write for 
further particulars. 
$8 UP PER WEEK 
COME TO MONTANA 
For grizzly, black and brown bear. Big 
game in season. Book early for real 
good fishing and camping trips in the 
Rockies. References given. 
J. K. ST ADLER, Guide 
OVANDO :: :: :: MONTANA j 
THE HUNTED FOILS 
THE HUNTER 
By GEORGE L. KIRK 
T HE names Frank Plumley and bear 
hunter are synonymous in central 
Vermont. Judge Plumley, for he sat 
on the county court bench several times 
in addition to representing his town in the 
state legislature, is primarily a lumberman 
and 40 or more years in the woods has 
given him a knowledge of big game which 
few men whose days have been passed in 
New England possess. Bear hunting has 
been his chief pastime since he was old 
enough to shoulder a rifle and the number 
of skins which he has brought home could 
not be counted on all the fingers of both 
hands of six men. Endowed with the Yan¬ 
kee gift of story telling, his tales of ex¬ 
periences while following a pair of bear 
hounds, tracking the animals alone in the 
snow, or outwitting some crafty old fellow 
with a trap would furnish material for a 
season’s entertainment course for a sports¬ 
men’s club. 
The fur of bears remains prime in the 
northern states longer than that of other 
animals and so it was that Judge Plumley 
was driving towards Saltash mountain in 
Plymouth one day late in May. Arrived at 
a spot where he had set a trap the most 
pathetic scene which he ever witnessed in a 
long life among wild things met his gaze. 
The gruff lumberman is not much given to 
sentiment but his heart melted when he 
saw a tiny cub suckling at the breast of a 
large female bear which lay with one foot 
in a Newhouse No. 5. The price of a bear 
skin is equal to a good day’s pay and, be¬ 
sides, the state of Vermont places a sub¬ 
stantial bounty on the head of every bear 
slain, and so the mother bear was killed as 
humanely as possible. 
The cub refused to leave even after the 
older bear was dispatched, returning and 
endeavoring to obtain nourishment from 
the dead animal when the hunter retired a 
few paces from the trap. It was an easy 
matter to capture the orphan without harm¬ 
ing it and, in a burlap bag, the little animal 
had its first ride in a wheeled vehicle. 
The women folks at home kept aloof at 
first from the strange little creature which 
was emptied out of the wriggling mass of 
burlap, and the tails of the cats, awakened 
from their sleep under the stove, suddenly 
grew to twice their normal thickness as the 
felines beheld the animal that was neither 
cat nor dog. But the gentleness of the shy 
little animal soon attracted the women and 
ere long cubby was taking milk from a 
baby’s nursing bottle which was used to 
feed a tender lamb; bruin’s appetite being 
many times larger than that of the young 
sheep. He soon learned to hold the bottle 
in his paws and presented a comical ap¬ 
pearance as he lay on his back drinking. 
The weeks went by and the cub thrived. 
He was allowed the freedom of the yard 
but always came to the house at meal-time, 
having graduated from the nursing bottle 
to a large bowl which he frequently emptied 
of its contents of bread and milk. 
In a fence-corner near the house was a 
thicket of choke cherry trees and cubby 
was fond of climbing them. The fruit 
grew ripe and he became fond of it. One 
