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Hotels for Sportsmen. 
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PINEHURST 
North Carolina 
18 Hours From New York 


The Leading Health and Recreation 
Resort of the South 
HOLLY INN 
THE BERKSHIRE 
THE CAROLINA 
THE HARVARD 
Now Open 
Two Golf Courses 
One of 18 and one of 9 holes 
Shooting Preserve 
35,000 Acres 
Never More 
Quail Plentiful 
Tennis Courts, etc. 

Consumptives absolutely excluded 
Address BOOKLET DEPARTMENT 
Pinehurst General Office 
Pinehurst, ~ - North Carolina 


THE MECKLENBURG HOTEL 
and GAME PRESERVES. 
The Sportsman’s Paradise. 
Quail, Turkey, Rabbits, Squirrels, Deer. 
Kennel of Fine Pointers and Setters. 
Foxhounds. 
Excellent Livery and Guides. 
Hotel Modern—steam-heated, Electric-lighted. Rooms 
single or en suite. Sun Parlors. 
Private Baths. Baruch System of Medicinal Baths. 
Noted MINERAL WATERS.—Mecklenburg, Lithia 
and Chloride Calcium, free to guests. 
Splendid Golf course, Bowling, Riding, Driving. 
Write for Booklet and other descriptive literature. 
Ghe MECKLENBURG MINERAL SPRINGS CO., 
Chase City, Virginia. 
HUNTER’S LODGE, 
North Carolina. 
Health Resort. Game Preserve. 
Large Pine Grove. Abundance of Game. 
Climate similar to Aiken, S. Carolina. , Probably the best 
place in the South for a person seeking rest, recreation 
and comfort. 
Best table and service south of the Potomac. 
ADDRESS: 
GENERAL FRANK A. BOND, 
Lumberton, North Carolina. 
BAGLEY FARM, 
Bagley Mills, Va. 
La Crosse Station S. L. Ry.—We guarantee to furnish 
more QUAIL DEER ‘and TURKEY shooting than can 
be found in any other section of the South. Guides, dogs 
and horses furnished. Good accommodations to sports- 
men and ladies. Apply directly, or R. M. BAG 
444 So. 43d St., Philadelphia, Pa. 
Kennel of fine 
R.F.D. No. 6. 

The Finest Tarpon Fishing in 
the World is now in Season at 
TAMPICO, MEXICO. 
Season lasts until May Ist. 
Tarpon outfits for sale or rent. Boats and boatmen. 
Superior accommodation at Hotel Hidalgo for fishermen 
and their families. Over one thousand tarpon caught 
last winter. See photos at Abbey & Imbrie, 18 Vesey 
St., New York. 
Address HOTEL HIDALGO, Tampico, Mexico. 

NEWFOUNDLAND 
Exzellent Salmon and Trout fishing. Tents, guides, boats 
provided: Write BUNGALOW, Grand Lake, Newfound- 
and. 
EDWARD SHEFFIELD, 
Guide and Outfitter, St. Anthony, Idaho. References. 

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WOODCRAFT. 
By Nessmuk. Cloth, 160 pages. Illustrated. Price, $1. 
A book written for the instruction and guidance of 
those who go for pleasure to the woods. Its author, 
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[JAN. 27, 1906. 

Cunning as a Fox. 
THE term “cunning as a fox” is by no means 
an ill-jointed figure of speech. Those who know 
best the habits of the fox are the most ready to 
accord to him the well-earned epithet “wily rey- 
nard.” Not only is he careful of his own, reputa- 
tion and life, but he has a sort of a Masonic 
solicitude for all of his craft. Two incidents, as 
related by eye-witnesses, will serve well to illus- 
trate this. 
Near the boyhood home of one of my old col- 
lege professors there was a high hill. Its rocky 
sides were covered with small trees and bushes. 
Here and there were fissures and small caves, oc- 
cupied in earlier days by bears and other ani- 
mals. The larger animals had all retired before 
the tide of civilization to more desolate solitudes. 
One old fox seemed to hold undisputed sway of 
the wily throne. On a smooth surface of the 
rock near the summit she would remain for 
hours planning her campaign and nightly raids 
on neighboring farmyards, while her young gam- 
boled about her. From her outlook on the hill 
she could plainly discern the fowl in the yard of 
our friend, who lived under the shadow of her 
home, but her cunning (or reason shall I call it?) 
would not allow the thought of molesting them. 
She seemed to well understand that she and her 
young could be seen by the family, hence she 
reasoned that if fowl disappeared from the yard 
the theft would be charged upon her and her life 
would be sought. 
Whatever her mental processes, she was never 
known to molest the farmyards nearest her re- 
treat, but would often go miles from her home 
and there make havoc at the expense of some 
poor farmer. Her cunning enabled her to surely 
retain her home and prolong her days. 
Another incident will show the solicitude that 
foxes have one for another. In northwestern 
Maine there lives an old man who has become 
an expert trapper. One of his chief delights is 
to distance any other man in the number of foxes 
captured. While on a vacation last season I 
chanced one day to fall in with this famous trap- 
per, and had from his lips the following: “I be- 
came satisfied years ago that foxes often helped 
their fellows out of trouble. Not long ago I went 
out as usual in late autumn and set some traps 
for foxes. Sickness called me away from home, 
so that I did not get an opportunity to visit my 
traps for more than a week. In the meantime 
there had been a light fall of snow. When I had 
a leisure half day I shouldered my gun and went 
out to see what the sport was. My traps were 
all unmolested except one, that was nowhere to 
be found. I began to circulate around the place 
where it had been, taking a wider and wider 
sweep every time. At length, about a quarter of 
a mile distant from where it had been placed, in 
a dense piece of woods, I found my missing trap 
and a fox in it, fast by the leg. The old fellow 
was remarkably fresh and active, although he 
had been in the trap apparently for some days. 
The snow about him was well trodden down, and 
lying all around him, within his reach, were an 
abundance of dead mice. If his fox friends 
could not release the captive they were deter- 
mined that he should not starve.” 
B. S. RipEout. 
A Bit of Unnatural History. 
It was a sultry afternoon in July. No rain had 
fallen for weeks and the dead leaves of last year’s 
‘growth gave loud response to the lightest touch. 
Seated near each other on the banks of the 
Weoka Creek were Dr. Rawls and myself at- 
tempting to fish, but too languid to even strike 
at a “bite.’ Suddenly, to our right and rear, 
we heard an animated rustling of the dry leaves, 
and quickly looking around beheld a trout mak- 
ing desperate leaps toward the creek, hotly pur- 
sued by a blacksnake. It was a most exciting 
race, and so closely contested that it was quite 
uncertain whether the trout would reach water 
and safety or the snake win a dinner of fresh 
meat. Finally by one mighty effort the trout 
leaped into the creek, and the snake halting on 
the bank, with head elevated, peered over, the 
very picture of blank dismay. WATOOLA. 
