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Ith the eggs. A schooner captain says, "Now, boys, here's your butcher
shop: help yourselves!" and this, remember, is in the brooding season.
Not long ago the men from a vessel in Cross harbour landed on an islet
full of eiders and killed every single brooding mother. Such men have
grown up to this, and there is that amount of excuse for them. Besides,
they ate the birds, though they destroyed the broods. Yet, as they
always say, "We don't know no law here," it may be suspected that they
do know there really is one. These men do a partly excusable wrong. But
what about those who ought to know better? In the summer of 1907 an
American millionaire's yacht landed a party who shot as many brooding
birds on St. Mary island as they chose, and then left the bodies to rot
and the broods to perish. That was, presumably, for sport. For the same
kind of sport, motor boats cut circles round diving birds, drown them,
and let the bodies float away. The North Shore people have drowned
myriads of moulting scoters in August; but they use the meat. Bestial
forms of sport are many and vile. "C'est un plaisir superbe" was the
description given by some voyageurs on exploring work, who had spent the
afternoon chasing young birds about the rocks and stamping them to
death. Deer were literally hacked to pieces by construction gangs on new
lines last summer. Dynamiting a stream is quite a common trick wherever
it is safe to play it. Harbour seals are wantonly shot in deep fresh
water where they cannot be recovered, much as seagulls are shot by
blackguards from an ocean liner. And the worst of it is that all this
wanton destruction is not by any means confined to the ignorant or those
who have been brought up to it. The men from the American yacht must
have known better. So do those educated men from our own cities, who
shoot out of season down the St. Lawrence and plead, quite falsely, that
there is no game law below the Brandy Pots. It is, of course, well
understood that a man can always shoot for necessary food. But this
provision is shamelessly misused. Last summer, when a great employer of
labour down the Gulf was telling where birds could be shot to the
greatest advantage