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FOREST AND STREAM 
February, 1918 
Motel 
Chamberlin 
nt(fmfort 
But perhaps the most fascin¬ 
ating side of all is the Social 
Life, for here mingle Society 
and the Army, Naval and 
Aeronautical representatives of 
our own country, and those of 
our Allies, as nowhere else on 
the .continent. 
This, also, is the place to take 
“ The Cure,” with every sort 
of Bath Treatment at your com¬ 
mand. 
NOTE:—Train service as far south 
as Hotel Chamberlain was 
never better! 
S NATCH a couple of days away from the grind, 
grab your golf clubs, of course, and come on 
down, or up, as the case may be, to Old Point Com¬ 
fort, and try your game on the Eighteen Hole Golf 
Course which is part of Hotel Chamberlin.- 
The New Golf Course is one of the finest ever; 
designed and laid out by authorities on the “Royal 
and Ancient” Game—convenient to the hotel, and, 
being owned by The Chamberlin, it is managed in a 
way which will suit you. You can also Tennis, 
Horseback or Motor. The air and sun are just right 
to make you enjoy the famous real Southern Cooking. 
You will be interested, in our special booklet on “Golf,” as it contains 
the first Aeroplane Map of a Golf Course ever published in America. 
Address GEO. F. ADAMS, MANAGER, Fortress Monroe, Va. 
TREES 
Pop Paw Tree 60c eaeh. Umbrella China 
Trees 75c each. Ornamental Lemon Tree 
80c each. Persimmon Tree 60c each. 
Ornamental Orange Tree 65c each. 
ALL SENT POSTPAID. 
W. Wadd Buntin Starkville, Mis s 
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long tramp. Then, in the warm, sunlit 
prairie grass just shaded by the palms, we 
napped till about two P. M. For as you 
know, the birds take a nooning, and it is 
useless to hunt them at that time. 
I WISH I had the ability to make you 
feel the beauty of these prairie Ham¬ 
mocks, you who may not have seen them. 
Picture the level prairie forty miles long 
and twenty miles broad, dotted with shal¬ 
low marshes, clumps of pine, and these 
Hammocks. The one we were in covered 
about four acres. Tall palms, forty feet 
high, rose among giant live oaks and cy¬ 
press, from which hung loose beards of 
Spanish moss. Down from the high limbs 
dropped ropes of strong creeper and brier. 
Low patches of oleander in glossy green 
filled the spaces, with here and there young 
palms spreading their big fans, for all the 
world like a scene from the jungle. And 
these Hammocks were swarming with bird 
life. We counted fifty different species of 
birds in one Hammock alone. Huge ibis, 
crows, white heron, robin, bluejay, blue¬ 
birds, mockers, redbirds, warblers, larks, 
to say nothing of a dozen varieties of 
duck haunting the swampy parts. And 
everywhere in the higher parts the floor¬ 
ing was clean sand—on which we lay, with 
the bright sun toned down to cathedral 
lights, among which flitted the birds, over 
which wheeled buzzards, or a huge whoop¬ 
ing crane—or a brilliant Ajax, Monarch or 
Sulphur butterfly balancing on an orchid 
bud. For here were thousands of orchids 
just coming to red buds among which the 
chameleons scurried. 
We dozed or lay watching the birds, till 
at last it was time to be on our way. So 
calling the sleeping dogs we started, only 
to stop with the dogs pointing staunchly. 
Why is it one distrusts a dog so? We 
ought to have known there was game there, 
but somehow it seemed incredible that we 
had actually been sleeping among a covey 
of quail. None the less, it was a fact. I 
saw something scurry ahead of Lem’s 
pointing nose. First I took it for a young 
rabbit, then for one of those tiny copper¬ 
winged doves that are so common here. 
But the next instant the whole covey scur¬ 
ried away with amazing speed, for all the 
world like a dozen swift little bunnies, 
which even as they reached safe rising dis¬ 
tance, rose with a whirr and disappeared, 
while the Veteran and I gazed sheepishly 
at each other. 
However, we rounded the swamp over 
which the birds had flown, and Lem pointed 
again. Imagine our surprise, when, instead 
of a fine quail, up got a single English 
snipe, twisting and twittering as you know 
full well, you who have trailed them among 
the tussocks. It took many shots before 
we bagged those twisters, before we learned 
to wait till they got their course, then we 
pulled many a one down from the tussock 
tops, and roaded many with the two dogs, 
watching Mr. Snipe crouch within five feet 
of the dog’s nose. 
We hunted those quail again, hunted all 
over, only to have something scare them 
up and send them over our backs to land 
fifty yards ahead of us in the long grass, 
where with the dogs we took toll of them 
as they rose in singles and doubles to hide 
away in the palmettos at the edge of a big 
swamp. By this time we had worked over 
to the duck “Range.” Here just after the 
