_The Line of Migration._
A great many writers that come here report this place as being on the
line of bird migration. That is a mistake, for this is no more the
migrating line for the birds than Chicago, Detroit or Toronto.
Very true, I am only fifteen miles west of Point Pelee, the most extreme
southern part of mainland in Canada, and where thousands of small birds
come to cross Lake Erie. But what does a duck or a goose care about
hunting a short water flight across Lake Erie, when the latter can rise
up and go one thousand miles without alighting?
For thirty-five years of my bloodthirsty life it was my great ambition
to shoot a swan to mount with my collection. Did I do it? No. Why?
Because very seldom was one ever seen around here. I only know of two
being shot in this township, one shot over forty years ago, and the
other about twenty-five years ago. Yet last spring when I went up to the
lake to see them I could have shot between five and ten at one volley.
Not because this is in the line of migration. No; no. But because it is
all in the line of education!
The geese have been educated to come here for food and protection, and
the swans have educated themselves to know that where the geese alight
spells safety for them. And although the wild swans have not lit in my
pond yet, I have the satisfaction of knowing that hundreds come within
three miles of me, and it has all been done through love and education;
for when the wild geese convinced me that they knew me as their deadly
enemy, and afterwards showed their love toward me by flying to me from
all directions for food and protection, they conquered and won one of
the most bloodthirsty and cruel, deadly enemies the birds of North
America ever had. And it is not because of the line of migration, but
because of that blessed peace, and education, whose doors stand
continually open. And if ever this dear old earth is made free from
devilish, revengeful fighting, it will be through this same dear love
and education, man towards the fowls of the air and the beasts of the
field, man towards man, family towards family, and nation towards
nation, as compulsory, bayonet-point heathenism always leaves a crimson
revenge in its wake.