Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-01-19

don't remember Jaures as a sport. He came
once-and spent the day in the Ramboui-
let library with bad cold"
mo one thought that he was loaded for
big game" replied the president. "Academ-
icians, poets, painters, and the like, need
to be told to turn their batteries on quail
and pheasants hare and rabbit-sparing the
few wild boar under cultivation and the
red deer of the Duchesse dues chasse
courre
"'Recluses of the library and studio can
not be expected to distinguish roebuck from
the antlered stag said NJ. Loubet.
"Eh bien. away back in the last days of
good Louis XVI troop of 5'i merno ewes,
As rams and Z belwethers made historic
trip from Spain to the son of Saint Louis
national farm. Conducted by five Spanish
shepherds they quit Segova June II and ar
rived at Rambouilet October Il. and they
became the ancestors of all the fine merino
sheep of northern France. A nucleus of the
troop has always been maintained at Ram
bouillet Jaures should have known it,
unused the president-but his eyes twin
killed..
ALSO, a ram is white" suggested NJ.
Loubet. tu.
Bombarded the Bushes.
This ram was black, but his eyes were
red as he made a streak for US. Bangi
bang! bang, bang. l was astonished any
one should fire before the beaters' signal
to get ready. There was Janres lombard
ing the bushes. his repeating shotgun held
at arms length like pistol and the pleas
ants scooting off scot-free! Bang! bang!
I've shot a lordly stag" cried Jaures,
and that instant the ram struck him. There
was a rnix-up of ram and collectivesocial-
ISM then what happened, Martin, helm?
He rammed you? = =
Yes. Msieur TPresident-and Monsieur
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"A glorious French painter. Yes, l was
behind that oak and there were brave men
who took shelter from the wood-pile, be-
cause there was Jaures up and blazing
away at the ram again until he diSa ppear-
ed among the scrub in the direction of the
national farm - All, here's our spot!'
The forest guards had whispered to the
commandant.
The commandant had waited deferentiai-
ly to tell the president. The heaters We're
in front. They only waited for the signal
to come on.
Six guns were held ready for the two il
lustrious sports Invisible, behind the scrub
wood curtain. twenty mute, ingorious spe-
cialists had been seeing to it, all that morn
ing, that game should now rise for them
as in a kind of transcendental trap-shoot-
ing.
Directed by the forest guards, armed with
long sticks, and in white smocls for over
coats and visibility, they had chased the
phea poultry gently forward, without
soaring it to take to wing.
Lordly cock pheasants and clucking hens.
punched together in broad lines, persuaded
ever to move on. were rustling through the
long grass. Rabbits playfully popped past
them. Great hares bounded onward never
knowing why. And here and there a little
roebuck would come dancing, stopping,
shifting, nibbling, looking round with play
full curiosity.
When the Shooting Begins.
1t was gentle moving onward of the
wild things. One must be more than a
clod to be a beater. 1t is French coun-
trysde profession, regularly joined with not
a little poaching.
Whrrr!
The pheasants are rising!
Bang! bang! bang! bang!
Bang! bang! bang, bang!
The scrubwood rattles with the rapid fir
ing.
Plump. Flop. Plump!
The big birds fail. The pointer dogs,
without which the lone hunter will almost
walk over fiattened, hiding pheasants, are
scarce needed in this goritied trap-shoot
ing. 1t is shooting made luXurious-shoot-
ing rather than hunting.
But it is justified by its bags.
How many, Martini" asks the president.
Fourteen cocks and twenty-five hens,
'sieur rpresident!'
The forest guards and Martin load them
on their backs, tied by the feet. After get
ting twenty more quail and dozen hares
or rabbits on the way back to the chateau,
he could eat AS NJ. Loubet took only a
little roebuck he had shot, two hares six
pheasants and a dozen quail, the president
had game to send to friends
Hum hum To friends? Yes doubtless.
So also he is free to invite friends to shoot
with him; but you have learned, there are
Observation-Disclosures, senators and depu-
ties, great painters and great poets. So
custom has it that the president ought to
send game to raft of people, whose names
and iustications set down in forml-
dable lists.
Distributing the Game.
When good shots happen to predominant
at the official hunts, enormous quantities of
game are killed. The president thinks of
his friends He takes ::R. F. cards (Re-
public Francaise) of the form of express
tags and writes lot of names and ad-
dresses on them. These he accompanies
with pencil memoranda: So-and-so So
many pheasants and hares; So-and-so, so
many quail and rabbits.
Then the household officers consult to-
cether troubled. They compare lists and
propose adjustments. You would think
them trying to make both ends meet. They
are Cut off two hares from this lot.
Change these pheasants into quail Add
rabbits to make up an average. Dare we
hold these other names for the next hunt?
No best consult the president The thing
is simple. The official lists have swallowed
up the mass of game!
Exalted guests take off great quantities
of game There are official hunts where
quantities of gardes-chasse shine In livery.