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FOREST AND STREAM 
May, 1918 
ALBERT LEA HIDE & FUR CO.. 
^ HEADQUARTERS FOR 
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WOOL TANNING WANTED 
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v ,- . WRITE FOR PRICE LIST 
Hiyt2^ = '- ' before you sell Elsewhere. We charge No Commission or 
(irayage and pay express charges on shipments, of Furs only. 
We make a specialty of Tanning Hides and Furs for robes, 
coats and rugs. Write us today. 
WE HAVE A GREAT DEMAND FOR COON, OPOSSUM, MINK, SKUNK, MUSKRAT, 
WOLF SKINS. IF YOU HAVE A LITTLE SPARE TIME, LET’S KNOW ABOUT IT AND 
WE WILL TELL YOU WHAT OTHERS ARE DOING IN THE TRAPPING BUSINESS— 
NOT ONLY A VERY INTERESTING BUSINESS BUT A PROFITABLE ONE. 
CDPr 1 ! IT I Do You Want a Fur Coat for Your Mother, Wife or Sister! We Will 
11 FI A ' Make It Up for You and Take Our Pay in Hides Allowing Top Market 
"V/inu. prices for Same. We Also Make Over Old Furs to Look Like New. 
TAXIDERMY WORK GUARANTEED 
Let us preserve for you the result of your hunt 
We Are Given Credit for Being the Best in Our Line. Also for Paying Top Prices for All 
Hides, as Well as for Charging Less for Our Guaranteed Work. 
Write Us If You Haven’t Anything to Ship Now and Tell Us What You Think You 
Could Do for Us in Your Territory. We Want You to Work for Us Now. 
ALBERT LEA HIDE & FUR CO. 
Dept. F. S. 
Albert Lea, Minn. 
FOREST and STREAM 
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Wood ibis they had for supper—and 
nothing more. They had resolved NOT 
to touch the low-ebb supplies until it was 
absolutely unavoidable. 
T HE morning of the 2nd was somewhat 
brighter, although they were up too 
early for an honest appraisement. 
Mr. King had them going by five-thirty, 
after a frugal breakfast. There was little 
or no change in the method of travel- 
sloughs, limestone, ridges, shallow water, 
when there was any at all, saw grass, myr¬ 
tle clumps, and complete desolation. The 
very air appeared to sob with the cries of 
such ’Glade animal and insect life as re¬ 
quired water and saw it gradually, surely 
fade from view. 
I’or five dire miles they poled and pushed 
and portaged. The direction taken was 
southerly all the while. Twilight —and 
camp beside a large sink hole. Parts of it 
had dried and the glazed leaves of the 
yfellow dock lay prone in the muck, their 
waxen flowers wilted. It was not pic¬ 
turesque here—most ‘spooky’ and myste¬ 
rious. This dry bed of a once luxuriant 
series of sloughs was broken intermittently 
by scrub bays, plumes of very tall saw 
grass, and the impertinent, reddish stalk of 
the pig weed. 
Mr. King made things ready for the 
night, while the boys, well armed, for it 
was an ideal location for monster water 
moccasins, devoted the remaining half hour, 
before nightfall, to an exploration of their 
weird camping place. They rounded the 
nearest clump of low trees and were soon 
lost to Mr. King’s range. 
Two hundred feet distant, they came 
upon a most amazing sight! The dry 
slough basin here was perhaps five hundred 
feet square, and surfaced with dead or 
dying yellow dock and flattened saw grass. 
This dark green carpet was almost a solid 
mass of what, at first glance, appeared to be 
fresh, but stranded fish. They were all 
from twelve inches to a foot and a half 
long. Congested puddles of them—lone 
stragglers, three or four huddled together 
—fish, fish, as far as the outer rim of the 
basin! 
Catlow gave a cry of satisfaction, and, 
bending over, snatched one of the fish from 
the dock leaves. As quickly, he yelped dis¬ 
approval, held his finger to his nose, and 
dropped the prize. 
“Gar!” was his exclamation, “and as dead 
as Hector. Nothing but the hide. They 
have been picked clean, through the mouth. 
Vultures and crabs! Ugh!’’ 
“They were alive and kicking only a short 
time ago,” ruminated King Jr. “This basin 
was recently inundated—perhaps five days 
since. It doesn’t take the sun and the 
birds long. Dad has told me the story of 
the ‘Glade’ gar and what the drainage canals 
and droughts are doing to them. These 
basins hold the water the longest. Mr. Gar 
sticks around until it’s too late to slide out 
to deeper quarters. He gives up the'ghost 
amongst the docks. Look at his hide,” and 
King Jr. thumbed the armor-like scales with 
his finger, “it’s as tough as a steel coat 
of mail. Not even the beak of a vulture 
can pierce it. They pry open his mouth and 
go at him in that fashion. Only a husk re¬ 
mains and that husk bleaches white in the 
hot sun. Hideous, aren’t they! That long, 
ugly, snout with its wicked little teeth! The 
gar hasn’t a friend in the world. Dad says 
