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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[MarcH 31, 1906. 

Uri Locke Lamprey. 
On March 22, at the home of his son-in-law, 
Eugene A. Towle, 763 Dayton avenue, St. Paul, 
Minn., Uri Locke Lamprey died. He was one 
of Minnesota’s most distinguished sportsmen. 
He was born in Deerfield, N. H., April 7, 1842, 
and had been a resident of Minnesota for the 
past forty years. His father was a farmer and 
preacher, in modest circumstances, so that the 
acquirement of an education depended on the 
son’s own resourcefulness and effort. He worked 
his way through school, became a lawyer, and 
achieved distinction as one of the most learned 
and able members of his profession in Min- 
nesota. 
It was, however, as an accomplished sports- 
man and fearlessly active champion of game 
laws and game protection that he is best known 
to our readers. To him and a few able asso- 
ciates, Minnesota is infinitely indebted for her ex- 
cellent game protection, which was perfected and 
established only after a long and valiant struggle. 
While resoluteinthe advocacy of what was just, his 
gentleness of manner and modesty of character 
won hosts of friends. His generous nature was 
such that, as portraying one phase of it, it is 
recounted that in proper season he would freely 
accord all the privileges of his duck pass at 
Forest Lake to his young friends, joining them 
in the sport and patiently instructing them in 
the proper methods and true ethics of the shoot- 
ing. A genuine love of nature was a dominant 
trait, and sport afield or afloat was merely a 
means to nature’s greater enjoyment. 
He was many years President of the Game 
and Fish Commission of Minnesota, and in 
association with the Secretary, S. F. Fullerton, 
was Officially and effectively active in game pro- 
tection. To his official capacity in game inter- 
ests he lent all his heartfelt earnestness, power- 
ful influence and forceful character. 
He viewed his work in this connection as the 
most gratifying accomplishment of his life. 
In reference to the passing away of his old 
official associate and friendly ally of twenty-five 
years, Secretary Fullerton is quoted as saying 
that, ““There has never been a man in Minne- 
sota who has done more for the protection of 
game in Minnesota that has Mr. Lamprey. He 
has spent both his time and money to secure 
protection for game and to conserve it. 
- It) was in 188i that a) tinst heardmot Mr 
Lamprey. I was living at Duluth at the time, 
and the interest which he was taking in game 
protection at that date was such that it attracted 
attention from every true sportsman in the State. 
It was in connection with a meeting of sports- 
men called for the purpose of securing better 
protection for the game and fish of the State. 
Since that time Mr. Lamprey has been specially 
active along this line. He may be regarded as 
the father of the Minnesota game laws, which 
he spent so much of his time in securing. In 
order to further the work of the commission, he 
even has gone down into his pocket to tide the 
work over a rough spot. 
“Sportsman as he was, Mr. Lamprey never 
took a delight in merely shooting game. He al- 
ways advocated the small bag, and on his own 
duck pass he never bagged more than two or 
three birds at one shooting. Often I have seen 
him shake his head when pictures were dis- 
played showing a day’s hunt where hundreds of 
birds were killed. 
“He was a naturalist as well as a hunter, a 
true lover of the woods and all that they con- 
tained. He could tell you all the birds by their 
call or point them out by the peculiarities of 
their plumage. Often he would wander off alone 
to study their habits and learn new secrets con- 
cerning the formation of their nests.” 
Netting Ducks on Long Island. 
NETTING ducks has long been a common prac- 
tice on Long Island Sound, and yet, as frequently 
stated, it is almost impossible to secure a convic- 
tion of anyone netting ducks, because the law 
provides that the nets must be set for the pur- 
pose of catching ducks. 
Back in last November, Special Game Protector 
H. C. Smith, of Suffolk county, L. I., seized 3,000 
yards of gill nets in which, according to accounts, 
were entangled twenty-seven readheads, fifteen 
blue peters and one sheldrake. On the floats of 
these nets were found the name of the supposed 
owner, J. G. Raynor. On the previous day, ac- 
cording to reported testimony, Dr, Richardson, 
of Brooklyn, and his guide named Ed. Benjamin, 
went shooting, and as there were no birds flying 
they occupied themselves in watching through a 
spyglass a man who was taking ducks from nets. 
Dr. Richardson testified that he saw the man who 
was handling the net take duck after duck from 
the net and throw them into the boat. Benjamin, 
the guide, swore that the man was Raynor, the 
defendant, with whom he is well acquainted, but 
Dr. Richardson, who did not know Raynor, did 
not go further than to say that the man who was 
taking the ducks greatly resembled the defendant. 
The man tending the nets was about half a mile 
from Meadow Point, where the gunners were. 
The lawyer for the defense, having in mind the 
unpopularity of the Brown duck law, chose his 
jury with care, the case being tried at East 
Moriches, L. I., before Judge Joseph N. Belford. 
The lawyer for the defense is reported to have 
attacked Dr. Richardson as a “fur-coated city 
sportsman who rides in parlor cars,” and to have 
characterized his client as a “horny-handed fish- 
erman, a leader in the Methodist class meeting.” 
After the case had been submitted to the jury, it 
took but a short time to decide that there was no 
cause for action. 
It is reported that the case is likely to be ap- 
pealed, as the Fish and Game Commission is 
anxious to get a decision which may stop this 
old abuse. 
Against Foreign Game Sale. 
At the annual meeting of the Audubon Society 
of the State of New York, held at the American 
Museum of Natural History, New York city, 
March 16, Mr. Frank M. Chapman presiding, the 
following resolutions were unanimously adopted: 
Whereas, The Legislature of the State has by 
wise enactments provided that no game of any 
kind shall be sold during the closed season, and 
Whereas, The Court of Appeals has wnani- 
mously pronounced such legislation necessary in 
order to protect the native game of the State, and 
Whereas, The said Court of Appeals has also 
unanimously pronounced such legislation consti- 
tutional, therefore be it 
Resolved, That the Audubon Society of the 
State of New York protests most emphatically 
against the passage of any bill to modify or 
change the present law or that will permit any 
corporation or persons to sell foreign game in 
this State during the closed season, and 
Resolved, That the Audubon Society is op- 
posed to any special legislation for the benefit of 
a few persons at the expense of and against the 
interest of the majority of the citizens of the 
State, and 
Resolved, That copies of these resolutions be 
sent by the secretary to the Forest, Fish and 
Game Commission, the Members of the Legisla- 
ture and to the press of the State. 
Not All of Shooting to Shoot. 
Ir anybody should ask me what I would like 
best for a cold luncheon on a gunning trip my 
mind would naturally revert to a time when Will 
Hobart and I went skirmishing around Mine Hill 
one crisp November morning twenty years ago. 
We had supper in a modest place in Dover, N. J., 
the night before the opening of the gunning sea- 
son, and it consisted of country sausage, fried in 
cakes, with hot shortcakes right off the griddle. 
The tea was good and there were several kinds 
of preserves and pickles as well as a few other 
things which I cannot now recall. Everybody 
knows that it is wrong to ask a man who: has 
just eaten a hearty meal what he would like for 
breakfast. He is never prepared to answer in- 
telligently. In fact, he does not believe that he 
wants anything for breakfast, but our landlady 
went further. She said: “I can give you pork 
chops, ham and eggs and buckwheat cakes, but I 
really don’t know what I can put up for you to 
eat out in the field to-morrow noon.” I thought a 
minute and glanced at the remaining biscuits and 
sausage cakes. “That will do for me,” I said, “Just 
split them and make cold sausage sandwiches for 
us.’ It was an inspiration. That luncheon was 
the best I ever tackled. We had six shortcakes 
apiece and each was about the size of a door- 
knob. They were all consumed before noon, the 
dogs getting their share together with some pork 
chop bones which Hobart saved from the table, 
but those sausage sandwiches were the limit. 
On our way home at 4 in the afternoon Hobart 
said that he was hungry and was going to forage. 
He stopped at an unpainted shack in a clearing 
and asked an elderly woman if she had anything 
to eat. 
“Nothing but punkin pie,’ she said. She had 
just finished baking and there were four punpkin 
pies cooling on the window sills. They were al- 
most black on top and were baked in red clay 
plates, concave in form and giving a depth of at 
least an inch in the middle. That woman got 
forty cents and we divided one of the pies be- 
tween us. Was it good! I have never tasted 
such pumpkin pie since, but perhaps there was 
something in conditions and environment that 
made it seem high pie. HARRIMAC. 
A Montana Man’s View. 
GENERAL Curtis, of Helena, is an old Montana 
man whose knowledge of that State goes back 
to the early times of buffalo, Indians and gold 
mining. We are permitted to publish the follow- 
ing letter to the author of “My Sixty Years on 
the Plains”: 
HetenaA, Mont., Dec. 22, 1905.—Mr. William 
Hamilton: My Dear Old Friend Bill—I have 
just finished reading your book, from cover to 
cover, and it is not only interesting but truthful. 
There is scarcely a name mentioned among the 
trappers or military from old Fort Kearney 
to Salt Lake City that I have not known per- 
sonally. Your narrative carries me back to my 
experience among the red devils you fought, and 
dodged, and traded with. Your book ought to 
find a ready sale, and should be in the hands 
of every family between the Missouri River and 
the Golden Gate. I am spreading the light among 
the good people of Helena, and will urge all my 
friends to purchase a copy. Whenever you are 
inclined to hit the trail, and are headed this way, 
remember the flap to my tepee is pinned back, the 
old camp kettle is simmering on the tripod, and 
you will be given a true mountaineer’s welcome. 
We may be out of dried dog meat, pemmican and 
buffalo hump, but I promise to jerk from the back 
of the fattest critter I can find on this range, the 
sweetest dupuyer you ever stuck a tooth in. 
Wishing you a Merry Christmas, and a Happy 
and prosperous new year, and that you may live 
to usher in the new century. 
Your old friend and chum, 
CuHarLtEs D. Curtis. 
What’s in a Name? 
Last Thursday, March 22, it is reported there 
was incorporated at Albany the North American 
Game Protective Association of New York city, 
formed of game dealers banded together to ob- 
tain a food supply from game birds and animals 
and to secure the observance of all laws to the 
end that unlawful competition may be eliminated. 
The directors are: August Silz, George H. 
Sheffer, Frank H. Bruns, H. Greenebaum and 
Isidore Cahn of New York city. 
KettLe FAtits, Wash., Feb. 7—Let me write a 
word of appreciation of the wonderful tales “In 
the Lodges of the Blackfeet.” ‘The Kutenai’s 
Story” is worth more than a year’s subscription 
to the paper to any man who ever saw a cowskin 
lodge on the plains in the old days. Though its 
readers have long since learned that only one 
Forest AND STREAM was ever possible on earth, 
yet, the wonder continually grows—how is it pos-_ 
sible for the editor to secure so many articles 
truthfully descriptive of the nature and customs 
of the vanishing Indian race. ORIN BELKNAP. 
