JAN. 6, 7908 
FOREST AND STREAM. 

Thus ended my experience in “the place where 
eae have forty or fifty shots at partridges any 
ay. 
We came home the next morning with three 
partridges and a red squirrel, and | about ten 
pounds lighter and a hundred pounds wiser for 
my troubles.” CARL VON LENGERKE. 
Newfoundland’s Caribou Herds. 
St. JouNns, Newfoundland.—During the cari- 
bou season over 100 foreign sportsmen have 
visited the island and all seem to have had good 
sport. One party of four gentlemen from Chicago 
went home with their full complement of heads, 
and intend returning next year. Mr. I. A. 
Armour, the leader ot the party, secured a magni- 
ficent set of fifty-two-point antlers, which is pos- 
sibly the best head ever taken on the island. ‘The 
only other known front-piece containing such a 
number of points is owned by Mr. R. G, Reid, 
Sr., president Reid Newfoundland Company. 
There were about 200 sets of heads and antlers 
shipped to different parts of the continent this 
season, 
The following news from a correspondent on 
the south coast appeared in a local paper to-day: 
“The latest reports from the country are surpris- 
ing as narrated by experienced hunters and trap- 
pers. About ten or fifteen miles inland (from 
the coast) they say can be seen numberless herds 
of deer grazing peacefully on the scanty herbage. 
One experienced trapper who has been annually 
working the country for the past twenty years, 
says: ‘Every morning upon a visit to my traps I 
go through thirty mites of deer. In the body there 
are no less than hundreds of thousands. I feel 
sure that the day is not far distant when they 
will perish by the thousand through starvation.’ ” 
It will be seen from the foregoing that New- 
foundland can still claim undisputed the title of 
the “sportsman’s paradise.” ‘There is probably no 
other country in the world where such a sight 
could be seen to-day. I believe this is not an ex- 
aggerated report, as a guide we had last season 
told me that for years he has had a similar ex- 
perience, and |. know him to be a truthful, reli- 
able man. In this same country two years ago 
three thousand deer were killed in one day. The 
law has been amended so that such slaughter is 
‘impossible in the future. 
The Magazine Munchausens. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
That communication from Charles Hallock 
anent that Munchausen story of the “Best Game 
Shot in the World” deserves a word or two of 
hearty indorsement. Too much of such non- 
sense is given currency by prominent or leading 
publications, to the discredit of editors and pub- 
lishers, and to the humiliation and chagrin of 
honest and conscientious writers. There is cer- 
tainly no excuse for printing such stories as the 
one referred to. It is a flagrant case of deliber- 
ate lying, concocted, doubtless, for gain, the 
author thereof relying upon the cupidity of the 
publisher of the sensational. It is an insult to 
the intelligence of the reading public, and such 
“perpetrations” are deserving of the most caustic 
censure. There is altogether too much of that 
particular class of “yellow journalism,” and all 
honest publishers should frown upon it. 
‘Time was when we read anything in a maga- 
zine we could depend upon its being “so”; 
nowadays, it seems as if when you read any- 
thing startling in a magazine, you had better 
verify it before treasuring it up in your memory 
as a valuable bit of information. 
There are publications of prominence whose 
editors and “readers of manuscript” give evi- 
dence of being wofully ignorant, despite their 
“literary” qualifications, or else they are guilty 
of running “bluffs” on the reading public, on the 
idea that people love to be humbugged, as the late 
lamented versatile Barnum is said to have 
averred. 
Publishers of the sensational and unreal are 
putting a premium upon ‘faking,’ and discour- 
aging honest effort. The press is constantly 
crying against “graft” and “commercialism,” 
but would it not be well if the press itself would 
remove the mote out of its own eye? 

Sit down heavily upon the sensation mongers, 
and give truth and sincerity a chance. Away 
with the weird concoctions of absinthe drinkers 
and opium smokers! 
Into the waste basket with the “copy” 
cribbed from the musty tomes of the libraries! 
Let publishers get their stories of adventure 
from the living, and from such ‘‘quick” as do 
and dare; who can recount tales out of their 
experience and observation. That’s the sort of 
stuff the public really wants, and not the clever 
plagiarisms that are palmed off upon it. 
We magazine buyers expect the bona fide, 
pure and legitimate; instead we are given fiction 
without the label; and’ on the contrary, it is 
handed to us as “guaranteed” or “warranted.” 
Publishers of fake or bogus articles are no 
more honest than is the purveyor who marks his 
goods “imported,” when they are of domestic 
manufacture; “all wool and a yard wide,’ when 
he knows they are half cotton and lack two 
inches of being a yard wide; or advertising his 
candies “pure,” when they are more than half 
glucose; or selling phony jewelry for 18 karat 
metal. 
Writers whose theatres of exploitation are the 
libraries, are prone to illusions and‘ hallucina- 
tions, and their stories are apt to be such. 
To guard against these, I would commend to 
publishers the happy thoughts of Dr. Henry 
Maudsley in the Fortnightly Review: ‘“Habit- 
ual contact with realities in thought and deed 
is a strong defense against illusions of all sorts.” 
Mulhattons and Munchausens are all right 
enough in their places, but keep them there—in 
the department of fiction. : 
A British Columbia Case. 
Tue Daily News-Advertiser, of Vancouver, B. 
C., Dec. 6, reports: “Further particulars of the 
Manson case, to which reference was made last 
week have come to hand. It is interesting read- 
ing, and raises several old points under the Game 
Act, which should be remedied during the com- 
ing session of the Legislature. It appears that 
Manson contracted with three American gentle- 
men, Messrs. G. C. W. Low, P. Corning and E. 
Corning, all hailing from the Eastern States, to 
take them out “bear shooting” in August. The 
party started early in the month, as they hoped 
to be away for at least sixty days. The bear- 
country they visited first seems to have been 
particularly unsuitable to that animal. For 
some reason the hills are too high, and the 
berries too scarce. The Indian witnesses, when 
asked if it was a bear country the party visited, 
could not resist the broadest of, Siwash smiles. 
The result was, that on or about Aug. 8 the 
party found themselves in possession of several 
head of mountain sheep. Nobody seems to have 
known who shot them. Manson himself hardly 
liked to express an opinion as to how these 
heads came into camp. A _ special constable 
visited Manson’s camp about Aug. 12, but re- 
ported that nothing had been killed. However, 
the visit: had the effect of making Mr. E. 
Corning return to Lillooet and take out a 
license, he being the only member of the party 
who had not taken out one before leaving. The 
party returned to Lillooet about Sept. 16, with 
nine sheep heads. The return so early after the 
season opened with so many good heads aroused 
suspicion, and investigation was at once set on 
foot. Unfortunately, it was a long time before 
sufficient evidence was obtained to lay an in- 
formation; the result being that the three 
months’ time limit for laying a charge had ex- 
pired so far as the killing out of season was con- 
cerned. Nothing remained therefore but to lay 
information as to possession during the close 
season. The case came up at Lillooet on Nov. 
24. The Indians with the party gave their evi- 
dence in a perfectly straightforward manner, 
and all agreed that two rams were killed on or 
about Aug. 8. Manson, who gave evidence in 
his own behalf, said that he was not present 
when either of these rams was killed. He ad- 
mitted that he advertised in Outing and that he 
took parties out to shoot rams in May and 
June. The magistrates found the case proved, 
and fined Manson $50 and costs. The case at- 
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tracted a great deal of attention, not only at 
Lillooet, where the Court House could not hold 
all the people anxious to hear the case, but all 
over the province. The amount of good this 
conviction will do is hard to estimate. It is a 
lesson to all guides and hunters that the Govern- 
ment is determined to protect game, and will 
not hesitate at incurring considerable expense 
in doing so. lt will show bona fide sportsmen 
that the game of the country is going to be 
strictly preserved. The necessity of a close 
season for bear, and the licensing of guides are 
two points that are. once more made very 
obvious. But another point which is new, is 
that the Summary Convictions Act which im- 
poses a three-months limit in which to lay an 
information and only allows seven days for any 
adjournment, must be found extremely incon- 
venient and unworkable in any prosecutions 
under this and other acts. A suggestion to 
the Government to amend the act so as to allow 
a six-months’ time limit and eight days for an 
adjournment should receive consideration,” 

Postgraduate Quail. 
Ir is a matter of wonder and perplexity some- 
times how a flock of quail can, in spite of the 
keenest-nosed dogs, hide itself and remain undis- 
covered. 
I have seen the best of dogs condemned for 
failing to take up the scent on one or two occa- 
sions where the birds were marked down as en- 
tering a timber growth. The last day I was quail 
shooting I think I solved the problem. We were 
shooting over ground that undoubtedly had been 
well hunted. ‘he birds were wild and the covey 
that flushed from the stubble had evidently been 
well thinned out. Away it went toward a tim- 
ber-covered ridge. ‘The trees were well grown 
but thinly scattered. We lost sight of the birds 
the moment they got into the timber tops and 
saw nothing to indicate that they had gone be- 
yond. 
We were curious, and as we ‘approached the 
timber we closely scanned the tree tops, branches 
and crotches. In the crotch of an elm tree the 
brown feathers of a crouching quail could be 
seen. Unless we had been looking for quail in 
the trees we would have passed the bird unseen 
a hundred times. But there he was, hugged 
close in the crotch and no doubt watching our 
every movement. Fence corners, brush heap, 
briers and tall grass, and even swamp cover had 
proved no protection to them, so they took to the 
trees. 
Dislodging the bird with clods of* earth and 
stones he flew and we missed him. We hunted 
for the others, studied eyery crook and bend and 
crotch, but could see no quail. Yet, we were sat- 
isfied they were there. One elm tree well grown 
and many limbed seemed to warrant a belief that 
it held quail, but we could not see them. Remoy- 
ing a heavy stone, as much as one could lift with 
the two hands, it was thrown against the tree 
with all the force at my command. With a whirr 
three quail left the upper growth of the tree and 
my friend secured a double. 
We questioned whether after all that was 
legitimate quail shooting and the effect it was 
having upon the dogs. So we quit and wended 
our way along to fresh stubble and cover. That 
quail when much hunted and badly rattled will 
tree is, as far as I am concerned, an established 
fact. This little incident may explain more than 
one mvsterious disappearance on the quail hunt- 
ing trips of some of the ForEsT AND STREAM 
readers, CHARLES CRISTADORO. 
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Why do bears sleep through the winter?” 
asked the boy who is studying natural history. 
“Because,” answered his father, “the President 
does not go hunting then. They’ve got to sleep 
some time.’’—Washington Star. 
Housekeeper—Didn’t you see that sign out 
there—“Beware of the Dog’? Tramp—No, 
mum. Housekeeper—There is a sign there, and 
it is especially intended to warn just such fel- 
lows as you, so that you will keep away. Tramp 
—I didn’t see no sign, mum. I only saw the 
dog.—New York Weekly. 

