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FOREST AND STREAM. 



[May 19, 1881 



hippopotamus was purchased for the society in New York 

 last winter, and most careful preparations have been made 

 for its reception at I he Gardens. It was thought best not to 

 attempt its transportation from one city to the. other during 

 the cold weather. 



"We are happy to learn that [the young female orang-utan 

 purchased iu 1879 continues to be healthy aud has increased 

 in size and weight. Her continued good health is not less 

 remarkable than satisfactory when we consider the almost 

 universal disease aud death which speedily overtake the 

 anthropoid apes in confinement. The excellent health of the 

 present specimen is, no doubt, due iu large measure to the 

 great freedom winch she is allowed, and to the consequent- 

 open air exercise enjoyed by her. 



An interesting feature of this pamphlet is the report of the 

 prosector of this society, Dr. Henry C. Chapman, so well 

 known as one of the leading men in the younger generation 

 of Philadelphia's physicians. The value to those in charge 

 of the collections of pout mortem examinations on the animals 

 which die can scarcely be over-estimated. 



SEWAGE CAN BE UTILIZED. 



THE prize of $100 offered by the Mayor and Corporation 

 of Norwich, England, at the National Fisheries Ex- 

 hibition ac that place for the best method of treating sew- 

 age, chemical refuse and oilier sources of pollution to rivers, 

 so as to render them innocuous to aquatic life, has been 

 awarded to the Native Guano Company, Limited, of Ayles- 

 bury. This company has so treated the sewage of that town 

 for a number of years that it is perfectly harmless ; and they 

 save the solid product, which they call "native guano," aud 

 find it profitable. They exhibit a tank with trout, alive and 

 healthy, living iu water which has been purified from the 

 sewers of Aylesbuiy. 



This is a subject well worth investigation on this side of 

 the Atlantic. The clay will come when we will be civilized 

 enough to utilize our city sewage to fertilize onr fields and at 

 the same time ssve our fish from being asphyxiated by it, 

 thus turning what is now a curse into a double blessing. 

 The sooner we arrive at that stage of civilization the better. 



FYSSHYNGE WYTH AN ANGLE. 



ASIIORT time ago we began to head our department of 

 Sea aud River Fishing with a quotation each week 

 selected from some author on angling. Wc began with de- 

 scriptions of different styles of anglers, from Norris, and this 

 week we show another kind from an English author.* He is 

 portraying some well-known literuteur, and not giving a 

 fancy sketch of some ideal character. The sketch is of a man 

 with whom it would please us to fish, being somewhat the 

 sort of an angler that presides over the fishing columns of the 

 Forest and Stream. With us, fishing is merely the excuse 

 for being on the stream, lake or hay. The enjoyment of 

 nature is the first consideration, and as Tor the mere lulling of 

 a fish it is certain that if wc could sit on the sill of the back 

 window, and take trout out of the cistern, we would not go 

 to the trouble to lie on a fly. 



We have had a glorious day's fishing, which comprised a 

 trip of two hours down-stream aud back in the morning, and 

 as much up-stream iu the afternoon, the sum total of srti'en 

 would foot up from a dozen to twenty trout of one-quarter 

 to half a pound each. The remainder of the day was spent 

 in finding where the kingfisher bred and how the chipmunk 

 dug his hole. On one of those occasions a raccoon came to 

 t lie same brook, and a delightful hour was well invested in 

 seeing him first catch aud then wash and eat his frog. Dur- 

 ing this time the utmost quiet was observed and the breath 

 drawn as lightly as possible for fear of breaking the silence 

 and the charm. A day has been spent in bluefisbing on the 

 salt bays of the Allan! ic coast, and night has come and still 

 no fish were caught, but the day was well and pleasantly 

 spent. The angler whose whole satisfaction is contained iu 

 the few moments during which he has a fish upon bis line 

 eujiys only a small portion of his day, and if he takes no 

 fish at all, as often happens to the best of men, he is per- 

 fectly miserable. 



The character drawn by Davies is a man after the style of 

 Walton himself, and not at all unlike our two American 

 anglers, Dr. Bethune and " Uncle Thad" Norris. How the 

 term "disciple of Walton" is misapplied: Imagine the 

 gentle Izaak arising before daybreak and rushing to the 

 stream at a furious pace to head off some one else, splashing 

 into the pools and half fishing them in the race to do them 

 all ahead of some oilier angler, and then fit night returning 

 after; a hard day's work at whipping streams in the broiling 

 sun to brag of the number of ttoutlings he had killed, and 

 measuring his enjoyment by the rule of addition I "Dis- 

 ciples of Walton ?" Why, such men were unknown in Wal- 

 ton's time — they are a modern iuveution, a compound of rest- 

 lessncss, selfishness and brag. Walton would have declined 

 their compan}'. Van Dyke in h ; s recent book classes them 

 as " The Gred American Trout Swine," and scorches them 

 severely for slaughtering fmgerlings for count. The pence 

 and quietude of the angler's spirit is unknown to them, and 

 they arc not capable of comprehending the pleasures of the 



* Angling Idylls. By Q. Chriatopher Davieg, author of " Moun- 

 tain, Meadow and Mere," " Bumbles and Adventures of our School 

 Field Club,"' etc. London : Chapman & Hall, 193 Piccadilly, 

 1876. 



man who has only taken twenty fish in the same time that 

 they have captured a hundred. They work hard at their 

 play, and, not being thinking men, the quiet pleasures of 

 angling which made Walton term it "the contemplative 

 man's recreation " are an unknown quantity ; not being con- 

 templative men, they cannot contemplate. 



To such men angling is a contest inlo which they enter as 

 to a race track ; the man who gets the most miles, or trout, 

 to his score is, of course, entitled to the highest honors ; aud 

 Bethune's verse : 



O tor the free and sinless wild, 

 Far from the city's pother, 



Where the spirit mild of nature's child, 

 ou the breast or tils holy mother, 



In the silence sweet, may hear I lie ben I 

 Other loving heart and lender, 



Nor wish to eharnre the greenwood range 

 For worldly pomp and splendor 

 is lost to him. He only hears, in anticipation, the question 

 How many did you get?" on his return, and his heart only 

 beats faster as he hurries up to add five more before sundown 

 in order to bo able to reply, "A hundred," and when he can 

 do this, at a time when no other man has achieved over half 

 as many, his triumph is complete. Poor fellow ! In vain for 

 him the loon laughs and the thrushes pipe. In vain the trees 

 whisper in the breeze; they say nothing to him. All is 

 drowned in the prospective "How many did you get?" 

 The man works hard to enjoy fishing, but he has not an idea 

 of its pleasures. If he has read Walton, he has riot profited 

 by his teachings. His whole idea is to fish for brag, and there 

 are no accessory enjoyments to fishing. He could enjoy 

 pulling tame troul out of a well, if they were there in quantity, 

 as well as he could a trip into the wilderness. We thank 

 Van Dyke for the term "Great American Trout Swine." 

 We will often have occasion to use it, although wc doubt the 

 species being a pure! y American one, judging from English 

 augliug books and papers, and we incline to believe it not 

 entirely unknown on the other side of the Atlantic. The U. 

 A. T. S. may read with profit the portrait from Davies, under 

 Sea and Biver Fishing, and see the reverse of himself, a man 

 who may be too careless iu bis angling, but who is thoroughly 

 respectable, and whom many anglers could, profitably to 

 themselves, pattern after to a slight degree, and learn thai 

 the whole pleasure of fishing is not comprised in catching 

 fish. 



We at™ Infoembd that a number of individuals who 

 ought to, and no doubt do. know better, have been since 

 May 1 and are still killing English snipe in New Jersey. 

 Now, while there may be no law on the Statute books pro- 

 tecting these birds after May I, and while it may be legally 

 permissible for so-called sportsmen to kill these birds as they 

 rise from the nest, there is the unwritten law of decency and 

 fitness which it might be supposed all self-respecting persons 

 would regard. It is discouraging to find in men of educa- 

 tion, position and wealth the instincts of the pot-huntc-r 

 overcoming the breeding of the gentleman. 



In New York and New Jersey we understand thai a num- 

 ber of persons have been permitted by a fish-warden to cap- 

 ture black bass during the present month, providing that the 

 fish arc returned to the water as soon as caught. This is, or 

 course, all wrong. Many of the fish may be returned to the 

 water, but many others will be retained by the angler. Even 

 if they should all be put back in the lake it is impossible that 

 any greal number should be taken without some injury which 

 is likely either to cause death or to prevent epawniug during 

 the season now at hand. Wc recommend the individual 

 above referred to to withdraw his permits to fish during the 

 remainder of the close time. He is acting illegally, aud may 

 get himself inlo trouble. 



JP* Sgortemmt §mtmt 



ON THE LABBIA'EEP. 

 Is These Parts— Pakt II. 



WE had agreed to start early in the morning after deer, 

 and it was hardly gray dawn when Ignotus shook 

 me, to announce that breakfast was ready. As I went down 

 to the creek for an early wash, I was struck with the unearthly 

 stillness of the morning. These solitudes are quiet enough in 

 their noisiest moments, but of all hours of the twenty- four, 

 the oue immediately preceding day far excels the rest in this 

 respect. The prowlcrsof the night seem to have sought their 

 lairs, and the matinee performers have not yd left their beds. 

 At the same hour the Eastern woods would be vocal with 

 birds— 



" The thrush, that carols at the dawn of day, 

 en steeples oi Ihe piny vvoori; 



The 





lood ; 



When tub lonTnYoriiAOon.M Disss. — The Ichthyopha- 

 gous Club will dine on Friday, May 27, at (!.:!() i\ m. The 

 steamer Malteawan will leave the pier foot; of Fulton street, 

 New York, at five, aud foot of Thirty-third street, East 

 Eiver, at half-past five. The dinner will be given at the 

 great Hotel at Glen Island, iu Long Island Sound, and Ihe 

 party will return by the same steamer. " Den git on board, 

 cliill'n, git on board!" 



Drattt of Mk. KiLBOtjKNG. — The numerous friends of Mr. 



S. A. Kilboume, rhe celebrated fish artist, will regret to learn 

 of his dcalh on the 11th inst. Mr. Kilboume was yet a young 

 man and had just begun to be appreciated. His work on the 

 "Game Fishes" showed him to be a careful draughtsman 

 as well as a skillful colorist. Those who possess specimens of 

 his exquisite paintings of fish on shells are fortunate. Asa 

 man he was quiet aud much re?pected. 



Tub Lists of recent additions to the zoological collections 

 of Philadelphia, and of the Central Park, this city, often 

 include specimens which il is worth a special visit to those 

 institutions to inspect. 



^ ^o.^. 



Thk Tkavki.be is the name of a weekly paper just started 

 by Mr. Chas. A. O'Rourke, the widely known and popular 

 superintendent of the New York City Press Association, and 

 the manager of the proposed "International Exchange" of 

 this city. The purpose of the paper is to furnish concise and 

 useful information to travelers in all parts of the world. It- 

 deserves success, and being in good hands will doubtless 

 realize it. 



The blue-bird balanced o 

 Flooding nitli melody the neighborhood; 

 Linnet and meadow-lark, and all the tbrODg 

 That live m nesis, or have the girt of song:" 

 but here they were all slug-a beds. To be rid of the noise of 

 the brook, so that I could better appreciate the intensity of 

 the stillness, I climbed the hill, and sat down upon a fallen 

 spruce. Here I listened with keen ears for any external 

 sound, but could hear none. Even the leaves of the quaking 

 aspens, which are generally in motion with a low r rustling 

 noise, were perfectly still. I shut my eyes, in order to hear 

 better, but if I bad been the one existent thiu'gin the universe, 

 the silence, could not have been more absolute. A3 (he line 

 from an old song goes, 



" The beating of my own heart, was all tho sound I heard." 

 There was something so uncanny in the stillness, that it 

 would have been a relief to have heard even the raucrous 

 cry of a jay. 1 felt then that I could understand how strong 

 men had gone lnad in oubliettes. The horror of silence, 

 superimposed upon its kindred horror of darkness, woidd 

 affect the sturdiest intellect. The quiet finally became so 

 oppressive that I could endure it no longer, hut broke out 

 into a whistle, and so returned to Ignotus and breakfast. As 

 I reached the cabin door, a couple of Indians rode up, and 

 sat gravely upon their ponies waiting for me to address them. 

 If it be 



" repose, 

 Which stamps the caste or Yere de Vere," 



then these two might have been leaders of the House of 

 Lords. How comes it that those dwellers in the Antipodes, 

 the Hindoo, aud the North American Indian resemble each 

 other so strongly in their imperturbable courtesy am' I heir 

 grave politeness ? 1 commend the problem to students of 

 :-■ ,ei 'log-y, as une possessed of ethnological value. Ignotus 

 had told me that " Pot untie va ?" was Mexican for " Where 

 are you going to ?" or " Where do you come from ?"— I bad 

 forgotten exactly which — and as nearly all the Utes in this 

 part of Colorado talk a little Mexican, I launched it, at. a 

 venture, at the one whose face looked least like a mahogany 

 knot. Pacific though the query was, and mild the tone ui 

 which it was put, the first effect was somewhat startling. The 

 one whom I addressed cahnly drew bis revolver, and before 

 I could compose an appropriate Leather-Slocking harangue, 

 'bagged from ihe holster a dirty scrap of paper, which he 

 gravely presented. This manifesto was brief and to the 

 point— " Ko-kelitz and Savaro— Ute sub-chiefs— from Los 

 Pinos to San Miguel." Encouraged by this first linguistic 

 liiumph, J essayed another feat, and in courteous tones, pro- 

 pounded the conundrum, "Biscuit'/" A crack opened in the 

 lower part of each mahogany knot, a guttural "81, Baiwr, 

 murium graa'us" rumbled forth, aud Ko-ke-litz and Savaro, 

 after unsaddling and picketing their ponies, accompanied 

 me in to breakfast. There was quite a party of us 

 by this time, as two camp-robbers and a chip- 

 munk had joined the company, seeming to take 

 it for granted that the iuvilalion included them as 

 well as their red brethren. At any rate, they made them- 

 selves so much at home that I doubted sometimes whether 

 they were not the hosts and we the guests. Were I rich 

 enough, 1 should like to settle by competitive examination 

 the question us lo how much highly-sweetened coffee, t he 

 average Indian can drink at one meal ; but I fear so costly 

 an experiment would bankrupt any one save a bonanza king, 

 or the president t)t a pool man's savings bank. Breakfast 

 over, we disperse in various directions: Ko-ke-litz and Sa- 

 varo with a courteous " Adieu amigos" to San Miguel; the 

 camp-robbers to harry some unfortunate tomtit, or, in con- 

 cert with others, to make iife a burden to the first hapless 

 hawk they may encounter ; the chipmunk to investigate the 

 recesses and resources of the neighboring rock slide, and 

 Ignotus and myself to try the Mesa for deer. As it was pos- 

 sible that we might have to lie out all night, we took a blan- 

 ket, apiece, a tin cup, some coffee and biscuits, and thus ac- 

 coutred started on our way. It is wonderful how few one's 

 wants are when he is forced to become his own baggage and 

 supply train. As old campaigners, we had learned that an 

 ounce of extra weight in the morning become a pound before 

 night, and, as old mountaineers, that a mile up hill is longer 

 than ten upon the level, so we marched flying-light. 



"Think you can make it?" asked Ignotus, as we stood 

 looking at the wall of rock behind the cabin. "11 you think 

 it's too tough, we can go down the creek about three miles, 

 and take the Bear Creek Irail." 



The implied doubt of my mountaineering abilities nettled 

 me, aud I curtly told him to go ahead and I'd follow. (Af- 

 terward I wished I hadn't.) 



The outlook, or the uplook rather, was a dubious one. The 

 cliff sloped back at an angle of nearly 70 deg., and by rough 

 measurement, was about a quarter of a mile high. A few 

 gnarled and stunted oak-bushes clung to its face, and here 

 and there ran seams and fissures which promised a precarious 

 foothold. Selecting the most available point of attack, we 

 begau the ascent. Plastered against the face of the cliff like 

 flies against a window-pane— clinging to starveling bushes — 

 hanging to narrow crevices by boot and fingac-lips— we 

 worked our slow way up. Sometimes, oue would have to 

 mouut upon the shoulders of the other, to reach a ledge 

 above. The guns and blankets being passed up, the climber 

 would then give his hand to the one below, and bale him up 

 hke a bale ot goods. Bometimes the shelf along which we. 



