several miles from where you had been 
trying to warm a stone wall. Or, just 
as likely. as not, you find no dogs, and 
you eat your supper and wonder when 
they will come in. You go out and 
leave the wood shed door open, so the 
dogs can get in, and then lose little 
time in getting to bed. * But you don’t 
sleep very sound, a little noise about 
the house, the blinds may rattle with 
the wind, you get up and go down to 
the shed to see if the dogs have re- 
turned, but no dogs. It’s a cold night 
and you wish they were home and go 
back to bed. 
The next morning whon you get up, 
a little stiff and tired perhaps, you find 
the dogs have not returned. After a 
hurried meal you take your gun and 
start out again looking for tracks. You 
find plenty of tracks where the snow 
is soft and lose them again on the 
hard snow, and then make for the 
swamp where the hunt started. If your 
luck is with you, soon you hear the 
dogs, but they seem a long ways off. 
They are coming now, sure enough, 
but their baying sounds different in 
some way, kind of long drawn out. 
You now catch a glimpse of the fox 
and he is coming along straight for 
the hay stack where you are waiting. 
He is not running now, but just swing- 
ing along easy like, but you notice his 
head and tail are carried low, his 
tongue is hanging out and he keeps 
looking back for the dogs. He is try- 
ing to rest up a little by only moving 
along at their speed. You knock him 
over with a charge of B. B.’s and go 
and pick him up. Soon the dogs come 
in at hardly more than a walk, their 
feet cut and bleeding. They sniff the 
big red fellow over and lie down on 
the snow. After giving them a drink 
of water from your thermos bottle, 
and just a bite ‘to eat, you start for 
home, maybe skinning the fox in the 
first woods you pass through. And all 
the way home you are thinking that 
he was “some fox” and that they are 
“some” dogs. You may also think of 
Mr. Jones down in Alabama, and 
wonder how far his hounds and horses 
would have gone through the snow 
after the red fellow you had slung over 
your shoulder. 
As he says, “every country has its 
customs,” and while he can chase them 
in the south, we have to hunt them up 
here and use a gun if we want to get 
the fox. I have written more than I 
intended when I started in and maybe 
it is just as well that I haven’t got 
started on our northern hounds, or I 
might have written a book about them. 
Harry A. DONALDSON, 
Little Falls, N. Y. 
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DEAR FOREST AND STREAM: 
I have been a reader of your maga- 
zine for some time, so I am sending a 
picture of a full-blooded English Beagle 
with her 7 puppies. Hoping to see it 
in your good book, 
JETTA W. ERNEST, 
Portsmouth, N. H. 
STANDING REDWOODS 
WORTH MORE THAN 
LUMBER 
PASE the redwoods is not merely 
a sentimental or zxsethetic move- 
ment—it is a matter of supreme eco- 
nomic importance to the state and na- 
tion,” declared J. D. Grant, chairman 
of the Save the Redwoods League, in 
his address before an audience at the 
California Academy of Sciences, Golden 
Park. Mr. Grant’s topic was, ‘Saving . 
a Priceless Heritage—the Redwoods,” 
and he illustrated his remarks with 
some beautiful new views expressly 
taken for the Save the Redwoods 
League, picturing some of the tracts 
of giant redwoods recently saved in the 
new Humboldt State Redwood Park 
near Eureka. A motion-picture film 
of Sequoia sempervirens and Sequoia 
gigantea was also shown. 
Mr. Grant described the activities 
which had resulted in the saving up to 
the present time of over 5,000 acres of 
primeval redwood forest, but pointed 
out that this was less than one-half of 
one per cent. of the total stand of red- 
wood trees remaining in California. 
He urged the need of suport of saving 
larger areas, particularly along the 
State Highway, and outlined the plan 
for a Redwood National Park of at 
least 20,000 acres. 
Some interesting statistics were given 
showing that thousands of people 
travel each year into the redwood belt 
to see these unique and beautiful trees 
and spend their vacation under their 
branches. This travel, according to Mr. 
Grant, is but the forerunner of a much 
larger incursion of tourists, vacation- 
ists, campers and sightseers who will 
throng in thousands to see the red- 
woods because of their beauty, their 
grandeur and theid unique scientific 
interest. 
“The Redwood Highway,” he de- 
clared, “is destined in years to come to 
be as famous as Niagara, the Grand 
Canyon of the Colorado, or the Yose- 
mite National Park. In some ways I 
fee] that it surpasses these natural 
wonders, for the redwoods are growing, 
living things, whose beauty is develop- 
ing with the passage of time. Contrast 
these cool, inviting shades along this 
part of California State’s highway 
with the hot, treeless stretches that ex- 
tend through the great central valleys 
of this State.” 
The speaker told of the present ef- 
forts of operating lumber companies 
along the line of reforestation, and 
praised the efforts of these companies 
to assure a continuous future lumber 
supply. He declared, however, that re- 
forestation did not in any way take 
the place of saving the redwoods. 
“You have no doubt been hearing of 
late implications that this work of sav- 
ing the redwoods is not so very neces- 
sary because the process of reforesta- 
tion has proved successful and will 
raise up new forests to take the place 
of those cut down,” he said. “This is 
not the fact. For reforestation, while 
it is important and highly desirable, 
and will, without question, supply a 
large percentage of the future lumber 
demand, cannot possibly serve to re- 
place the ancient trees, from five hun- 
dred to three thousands years of age. 
The redwood is a wonderful thing. A 
tree is cut down, and time after time a 
vigorous growth of new trees will 
spring up from the sprouts at the base 
of the old trunk. Moreover, so deter- 
mined is the redwood to live that slight 
injury near its base will cause fresh 
new shoots to burst forth, and these, 
if chopped away, will appear again, 
ever expressing the vast strength of 
their forbears, so victorious in a mil- 
lion-year battle against lightning, fire 
and hurricane. New shoots will grow 
in a comparatively short time to a 
height of forty to fifty feet, but there 
they stop their swift advance, and it 
is not for hundreds or thousands of 
years that they will tower into the sky 
from one to three hundred feet and 
reach their amazing maturity of girth. 
Destroyers of the giant redwoods can 
never hope to replace their victims by 
replanting. This process should and will 
continue, but let it be distinctly clear 
that replanting, or reforestation, is 
not replacing the ancient giants. ‘Sec- 
ond growth’ is a temporary expedi- 
ent; the growth of a real redwood is a 
mysterious event, beyond the power of 
man’s control, a sublime work of ages.” 
J. D. GRANT, 
Save the Redwoods League. 
