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And you know, too, how you c~.n al¬ 
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TWO CLEAN KILLS 
The reason Lefever guns kill clean and sure 
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streams where they were planted as fry, but 
when out at sea they are literally “at sea.” They 
do not know where to go to get the appropriate 
food which the salmon gets in the sea. When 
the salmon get out to sea they do not apparently 
find their way back again. Whether they find 
feeding grounds I do not know. The conditions 
are not the same off the coasts in the seas of 
New Zealand as off our own coast or the coast , 
of Europe. But the trout do not wander far 
on the coast, and numbers remain in the rivers 
and lakes. They have really succeeded marvel¬ 
ously, so that fish whose original parents wefe 
only one or two pounds when adult, now reach 
twenty or thirty pounds in New Zealand (which 
is a size that would be almost incredible had we 
not abundant proof of it) under the favorable 
conditions provided in antipodean waters. 
I have had a communication from Mr. Ayson, 
Jr., within the last few days in which he ex¬ 
presses hope that the sockeye salmon will be a 
success. If so, and these Pacific sockeyes breed, 
then I think the trouble for New Zealand sal¬ 
mon is solved. 
WHY DEER ARE TAME. 
In a very far-off time when the world had 
more wonder than it now has, there lived in the 
Province of Idzumo a remarkable deer. His 
horns were of pearly whiteness and his skin was 
a charming combination of five beautifully 
matched colors. The home of this fair creature 
was in the furthest recesses of the mountains; 
and for a long time no man knew even of his 
existence. 
Hardby the cave where he dwelt was a clear 
blue lake in whose placid depths the sinuous 
hills mirrored their lily-starred bosom, with 
here and there a pine knoll; and out of the lake 
flowed a gurgling river that >vound its way 
musically to the sea. High up in an old weirdly 
contorted pine that overlooked the river, a 
quaint brown crow had built her nest, and this 
solitary bird from force of circumstances had 
made friends with the lonely deer. 
One day a huntsman more venturesome than his 
comrades, wandered beyond his wonted bounds 
and fell into the lake, just where it overflows 
into the river. The brown crow hearing his 
cries, made such a clamorous cawing that the 
deer, though it was the light of high moon, 
came out of his retreat to learn the cause of the 
crow’s distress. Coming to the edge of the cliff 
and seeing the unfortunate man’s dangerous 
plight, it was filled with pity, and quickly ran 
down by its private pathway to the lake, plunged 
into the water where the man was still holding 
by a twig growing from a rocky crevice, and al¬ 
lowed him to grasp his short tail until he was 
drawn safely to land. 
As soon as the man found footing, he re¬ 
leased the deer’s tail, and rubbing his hands 
politely together, with the air breathing noisily 
through his teeth, he exclaimed: How can I 
show you sufficient gratitude? To which the 
deer at once made reply: “I ask of you but 
one favor—that you shall never under any cir¬ 
cumstance inform'any one of my existence. I 
am the deer of that five-colored kind in quest 
of which men have gone in vain from times of 
old; and to most of them the story of me seems 
a legend now. If they should know of my 
presence they would immediately cross this 
watery barrier that now protects me, and be 
not satisfied until they had killed me. Where¬ 
fore I am forced to spend all my life hidden 
from human sight within these unfrequented 
valleys; no one knows of me save my only 
friend the good brown crow, who always keeps 
me aware of impending evil; thus it is happily 
that beauty can sometimes remain undiscovered 
to mutilating hands. Here from day to day and 
year to year, I roam up and down among these 
hills under the lonely pines, and in the evening 
as the insects make their gentle tumult of music 
