<h2><SPAN name="LI" id="LI"></SPAN>LI</h2>
<p class="caption">THE PERSISTENCY OF PESTS</p>
<p>From the sowing and planting of his
seed, almost indeed from the turning of
the furrow, the farmer enters upon a
contest with the weeds, for a place in
which his crops may grow, and if he or
the crops are not vanquished, as the
weeds never are, the warfare continues
till harvest time.</p>
<p>While he, with infinite labor, prepares
the ground and sows his seed with all
care, praying that drouth may not wither
nor floods drown it, and that frosts may
not cut down the tender plants, the
winds of heaven and the fowls of the air
scatter broadcast the seeds of the noxious
weeds, or these lie dormant in the
ground awaiting opportunity. They germinate
in sterile places, fence corners
and nooks of the wayside, and flourish
alike in scorching sunshine and in sodden
soil.<span class="pagenum">[256]</span></p>
<p>Weeds defy the latest and the earliest
frosts, grow with their roots in the
air; and cut down, spring up, grow on,
blossoming and ripening their seed in
creeping stealth and ever unscathed by
blight; and so flourish in spite of all
unkindliness of man or stress of nature,
that the husbandman wishes that they
might by some freak of demand become
the useful plants, his present crop the
undesired ones.</p>
<p>Somewhat the same position in which
weeds stand opposed to the plants which
the husbandman depends upon for his
livelihood, vermin hold toward the beasts
and birds upon which the sportsman
depends for his recreation. While they
whose protection men endeavor to maintain
during the season of procreation, and
at times when scarcity of food prevails,
decrease often to complete extinction, the
vermin, whom the hand of man is always
against, continue to increase and multiply,
or at least hold their own. With
them as with the weeds nature seems to
deal with a kinder hand. She spares
and nourishes them, while she destroys
their betters.<span class="pagenum">[257]</span></p>
<p>The snow crust, which walls the quail
in a living tomb, makes a royal banqueting
hall for the pestiferous field mice,
where they feast and revel in plenty,
secure from all their enemies, feathered
or furred. It impounds the deer, but
gives free range to the wolf and to his
as pitiless two-legged brother, the crust
hunter.</p>
<p>The wet seasons that drown the callow
woodcock and grouse work no harm
to the ravenous brood of the hawk and
owl, nor to the litter of fox, mink, or
weasel. Wet or dry, hot or cold, the
year fosters them throughout its varied
round.</p>
<p>Winged ticks kill the grouse, but the
owl endures their companionship with
sedate serenity and thrives with a swarm
of the parasites in the covert of his
feathers.</p>
<p>The skunk has always been killed on
sight as a pest that the world would be
the sweeter for being rid of. In later
years the warfare against him has received
an impetus from the value of his
fur, but though this has gone on relentlessly
for many years, his tribe still live<span class="pagenum">[258]</span>
to load the air with a fragrance that incites
the ambitious trapper to further
conquest.</p>
<p>All the year round, farmers and their
boys wage war upon the crows, but each
returning autumn sees the columns of
the black army moving southward with
apparently unthinned ranks, while, year
by year, the harried platoons of ducks
and geese return fewer and less frequent.
Those detested foreigners, the
English sparrows, increase and multiply
in spite of bitter winters and righteous
persecution, while our natives, the
beloved song-birds, diminish in numbers.
On every hand we find the undesirable
in animated nature, the birds
and beasts that we would gladly be rid
of, maintaining their numbers, while
those whose increase we desire are
losing ground and tending toward extinction.</p>
<p>The prospect for the sportsman of the
future is indeed gloomy, unless he shall
make game of the pests and become a
hunter of skunks and a shooter of crows
and sparrows. Who can say that a hundred<span class="pagenum">[259]</span>
years hence the leading sportsmen
of the period will not be wrangling over
the points and merits of their skunk and
woodchuck dogs and bragging of their
bags of crows and sparrows?<span class="pagenum">[260]</span></p>
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