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white looked like an angle worm, but much whiter and clearer, 
and I do not think there was a piece that ever rested on the bot- 
tom so far as I could see. I simply suggest that sometime when 
your supply of liver may be a bit tainted and you cannot get 
just what you need, you try vermicelli. It cannot hurt your fish 
any; they ought to thrive on it, the Dagoes live on it, and there 
are some clever Dagoes! (Laughter. ) 
Now I am going to pass you around some photographs which 
will perhaps show you better than I can tell you the different 
arrangements of these small ponds. Some of them are repeti- 
tions, some of them are different views, some were taken before 
I had the pond in my meadows; so you will pardon me if I seem 
to give you a superfluous number. They are all numbered and 
if you keep the numbers you can see about how they run. 
In the winter months I have not had to feed the fish at all— 
in fact you cannot feed anything in the waters in Springfield 
during those months—you can chop ice as long as you lke, and 
that is about as near as you get to the fish—you will still be chop- 
ping in the spring. (Laughter.) They are never seen and noth- 
ing is heard of them; they come up in the spring—lI do not know 
where they come from, but they are fat, hearty and have spots 
on them—no change of color. I suppose they live by burrowing 
in the mud, and get nutrition there. 
Thus far I have been rather fortunate in having no diseases 
appear among my little finny tribe. I have seen in some of the 
hatcheries one or two interesting conditions—perhaps one that I 
would lke to speak of, because it might help you a bit looked at 
through medical spectacles. Through the courtesy.of Mr. Hub- 
bard, commissioner at Nashua, New Hampshire, while I was 
making him a visit we were looking at some of the rainbow fry 
(they were fingerling at that time) and they were dying rather 
rapidly that morning. Without any apparent reason the little 
chaps would turn over and give up the ghost very readily; and as 
we tried to trace the cause, we found that Boston was so excited 
over some Gen. Hooker day or something that they had down 
there that the market men had not sent the liver on time, and the 
last feeding on hand at the hatchery had probably become a little 
tainted. Now I took one of these small fish and performed a 
very delicate post mortem on it, and found that the disease was a 
