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FOREST AND STREAM. 



[J¥NB 30, 1881. 



laid down, by giving suck fuels aa have fallen in our way 

 full publicity, leaving it to others to take the preventive or 

 precautionary Sfep, 



THE FATHER OF AMERICAN FISH- 

 CULTURE. 



CONCERNING the claims of Dr. Garlick and Prof. Ack- 

 ley OS. the Kev. Dr. Bachtnan, upon whieli so much has 

 beeu said in our columns, we can now say that we have re- 

 ceived a copy of '■ Proceedings of the Cleveland Academy of 

 Natural tJeifiUCe, 1H45 to 1359 ; Published by a Gentleman of 

 Clev. land. 1K74." In this (pages 80 to 01) we find a paper 

 " On Hi!! Arli!:. if..l Reproduction of Fishes, by Dr. Tl.eodatus 

 Garlick, M. D." Head before the Academy Feb. 14, 1854. 

 In tins paper he relates the determination of Prof. Ackley 

 and himself to make the experiment of breeding fishes after 

 reading the work of Remy and Gehin, in Prance, and of 

 their selection of the brook trout for their first experiment. 

 On the 2lst of November, 1853, he captured a pair from 

 thoso in the pond where* they bad been placed and took the. 

 eggs by hand and a lifieially impregnated and hatched them. 

 Further on (pages 1 18 to 123) we rind as follows : "At a meet- 

 ing htld at Cleveland, ()., Nov. 28, 1850, Dr. Garlick in the 

 chair, the Doctor exhibited eggs of brook trout under the 

 microscope. At a meeting held Dec. 5, 1850, he showed 

 views of the anatomical structure of Balmo fonUnalh from 

 fish spawned Nov. 4 Again, Dec. 12, 1856, he resumed the 

 examination of the young of the trout and specimens only 

 twelve hours old were placed under the microscope and the 

 circulation of Jfche blood shown, together with the peculiar 

 cellular structure of the yolk sac, etc. 



This bulletin fully establishes Dr. Garlick's claim to have 

 hatched trout in 1858, and it has been sent to Prot. Goode. 

 Personally we never doubted the Doctor's assertion that he 

 did artificially impregnate and hatch trout in this year, but 

 we were glad to get the published proceedings of the Acad- 

 emy which contains the record and fully substantiates all 

 his statements in this matter. 



Tns State Tottrst.am.ext is still in progress, as we go to 

 press. The meeting has been one of the largest of the kind 

 ever held in this country. As it is not yet concluded we re- 

 serve our commenls upon it until next week. The tourna- 

 ment has attracted much attention from the daily press of 

 this city, and the tune of criticism upon the meeting has been 

 of a character which we venture to say was not anticipated 

 by the attending clubs. The details of each day's work, in- 

 cluding the whole of the State Shoot proper, are given else- 

 where. The scores of the other matches will follow in our 

 nest edition. 



'J'iir.toii the couriosy of the editors of the OhriMan 

 Union we are permitted to reproduce from the columns of 

 that journal the plans of the camp cottages which have been 

 built tin:' year at Lake George Park. These cottages are 

 comfortable and inexpensive, and in many ways much more 

 adapted for out-of-town summer life than are the more prlm- 

 itive tent or the more pretentious hotel. We should like to 

 see this plan tried elsewhere, us Dr. Egglestou suggests, 

 There are numerous fi ue siteaf or such a summer cottage "camp" 

 or village near this city. Is it not practicable to form such 

 ::.-.■:,- ■■!. joint stock company among those whose employ- 

 ment keeps them in New York during the summer, lut who 

 would gladly repair daily to a summer settlement somewhere 

 near Ihfi city on the Hudson:' Now that the Uiiutian 

 Vnion has taken the initiative, we hope it may carry out 

 some such project. • 



By the addition of four extra pages this week we are ena- 

 bled to give the full scores of the Coney Island tournament 

 without encroaching at all upon the other departments. 



yortsmztt %onmU 



A MODEL CAMP. 



■j OVEL1EST of the lakes thai break the expanse of that 

 \ 1 forest known to Adirondack sportsmen as the South 

 W nods, is MassawtSplfc- At least so think the two fishermen. 



wlc on this morning of e 



irly August, are floating lazily 



upon its surface. Tilt' sky i 



clear, the su i bright, and the 



lake-trout are lurking in the 



juoiest depths below, far from 



the ti ii -i o.uion of worm or tlv 



The sportsmen are reclining in 



the boat and looking at the * 



lid scenery around them. They 



follow the, varying outline ol 



the lake, here sweeping far in- 



laud in » beautiful bay, there 



making out in a bold pronion- 



ton-, with ; . - I -■■-<-■ 



i and there a rocky point. They 





: n.i g abruptly from theshore. 



Thej a t.£he j . ; , «i, 



Blue Mountain towering high 



abpvp the rest, and the dim ( 



aitlinc of more distant peaks in 



Hie background ot the pictur 



. And as th- y look they see 



something which lends them 



to take their paddles and send 



tneeanae jwi ytota id the 



shore, b is not a deer nor bear 



uy 



yo 



up 



rd a 



a pa 



seen about n 

 curling above the trees. The 

 pot where the underbrush is 

 b leading from the landing up 

 rhicli overlooks the lake. Beeu from a dis- 

 j?y a little opening where a few of the tall 

 locks have in en cut away ; but a near view 

 dlscloS'-s a white tent among the tree-trunks, a sheltered table 

 of bark already spread, or rather loaded, for dinner, shirts 

 drying, blankets airing, wet hoots amoking, camp kits strewn 

 in all directions, Imgologs piled near the fire— in fact, a model 



the smoke of the ci 

 c.jiioe is directed tc 

 Cleared away and tl 



tauce, t 

 spr 



camp. Not one of those aristocratic camps that the sports- 

 man sometimes finds near the Sarantics or St. Regis, glorying 

 in a log hut, adorned with innumerable split bamboo rods 

 and whole batteries of guns, where the chief occupation is 

 target-shooting and the ground is strewn with cartridges; 

 not that, inoeed, but. a real genuine camp rusUsui, boasting 

 of nothing but, plenty of venison and trout. That old relic 

 of a guide with a full white beard and sunburnt face is 

 " Wren." 



That, other person with a leathery complexiou who is do- 

 ing nothing in particular was a white man once, and might 

 be still if the long accumulated mass of dirt and tar oil was 

 removed from his face. But there are mosquitoes in the 

 woods. Yes, such is the fact, and the Professor— I forgot to 

 tell you that the dirty man is the Professor — the Professor, I 

 say, when he made the discovery declared that he wouldn't 

 be bothered by such pesky little unworthy-to-be-noticed in- 

 sects, and he lias kept his word, for the moscpiitoe doesn't 

 exist in the whole Adirondack region that has got a bill long 

 enough to reach through the coat of tar-oil on the Professor's 

 face; and that's saying a good deal, for the insects grow 

 pretty large there. But a few words more about the Pro- 

 fessor. He is the originator, pusher and and go-akeader of 

 the party which I am now introducing. His chief occupa- 

 tion while in the woods is putting on tar-oil. When he isn't 

 doing that, he stuffs— stuffs in all senses of the word. In 

 fact, he is a success as a stuffer, He stuffs at meal times, 

 but if he never stuffed anything but himself I should not 

 mention it. His hobby, however, is stuffing birds and 

 Animals, and not only these, but fishes too; yes, and snakes, 

 frogs, worms, any living thing that is visible to the naked 

 eye. If Wren kills a bull-frog for bait he wants to stuff that. 

 There is a rumor, and Wren says it is so, that last summer 

 when the Professor lived at the house of a farmer down in 

 a clearing at the Raquette, he indulged himself in stuffing 

 everything he could shoot. He had filled the house with 

 cranes, hedgehogs, etc., when one day a new baby was added 

 to the farn er's largo family, and little five-yeaT-old Bobbie, 

 after watching the baby brother for some time, looked up in 

 his mother's face and said, "Muzzcr, don't let Professor 

 stuff baby." 



But to return to our campers. Wren hears the voice of 

 the hungry fishermen as they hasten up the path, and carries 

 the pan of smoking venison from the fire to the table. The 

 Professor proceeds to whet an immense dirk which he carries 

 in his belt. In a few moments the four are smiling around 

 the little bark table, savory with venison, trout, and griddle 

 cakes. A morning's exercise in bracing mountain air gives 

 one a relish for the plainest food, but with what an appetite 

 the sportsman sits down to his repast of game, he only knows 

 who has himself thrown the fly and hunted the deer in the 

 remote fastnesses of the wilderness. Wren is naturally very 

 talkative, but seldom says a word during the more important 

 occupation of eating. The meal over, however, his face 

 broadens, his eyes twinkle, and he suddenly bursts into a 

 spasm of laughter. 



"That's only to help digestion a little,'' he said, when ques- 

 tioned as to the cause of the merriment ; "but when I looked 

 at yer Lignourncy I kinder thought ye'd like to sleep in the 

 tent to-night." 



At this all explode except the boy addressed, who essays a 

 smiie, but with poor success, for his face is so diversified by 

 mosquitoes bites that it resembles an elevated map of the 

 Alps. While the others are recovering themselves I will in- 

 troduce him. He is the tall, flue fellow of eighteen, in cor- 

 duroy pants and white flannel shirt, whose neat appearance 

 would tell a backwoodsman at first sight that this was his 

 first trip into the woods. The young guide at his side is 

 Hank. But perhaps by this lime you are asking the cause 

 of the fun. 1 Will tell you, or rather let the Professor; for it 

 is one of his standard stories. Excuse him if he seems to talk 

 a little like a guide. I don't mean as guides talk in books, 

 but as they really 'alk; a good deal like other people, but 

 with a few backwoods phrases now mid then. Many of t liem 

 aremen of some education- Adirondack guides 1 am speaking 

 of— and they never deliver long discourses in broken English 

 at critical moments. It. is the height of the Professor's am- 

 bition when in the woods to look and act a guide, and when- 

 ever their party meets another Ligourney always asks the 

 strangers to pretend to take him for one, whereat he is great- 

 ly delighted. With this introduction to his story I will let 

 him begin. 



You see that b03 r Lig. had determined before coming into 

 Ihe woods to have a hut, the rest of the party might sleep in 

 a tent, but he wouldn't. He would live the life of a true 

 hunter, roaming the woods by day, and resting at night upon 

 fragrant boughs ot balsam and hemlock with no shelter but 

 the bark of forest trees above him. In vain Wren and I 

 urged the comfort of a tent, and related our experiences. 

 VV e were met with a copy of Murray and the settler. 'Mur- 

 ray didn't sleep in a tent.' Look here, he says, 'Throwing 

 some huge logs on the fire, and wrapping our blankets 

 around us we — ' ' Never mind young one, you shall have a 

 hut if you won't quote any more Murray, and so Wren and 

 I cut a spud and peeled several noble spruces, while out of 

 the broad sheets of bark Hank constructed one of those pie- 

 tuesque three-cornered little hunting shanties open to the 

 south. The ground within was covered with boughs, and in 

 fiont we built our camp-fire. 



Night came — our first night in the woods. The shades fell 

 upon the hills around us and over the blue waters of the lake. 

 The camp fire, dimly burning, alone broke the gloom. It 

 WHfl a hot, sultry July night. Tired with our day's work we 

 lay down early, the guides in the tent, Ligourney and I in 

 that never-to-be-forgotten shanty. Fainter and fainter 

 burned the can.p fire. Parkness deepened around us. Rest 

 came. Rest for the creatures of the wilderness. Rest for 

 the two gui'les slumbering heavily in the lent, But "tired 

 na'ure's sweet res* orer" never visiied that shanty. The fire 

 «ent. out, the night grew damp, and the mosqui oeame. He 

 came collectively. He charged like the Old Guard at Water- 

 loo and the result was even more bloody. 1 owe my life to 

 ■he tar-oil. I pulled my blanket tighily over my head, leav- 

 ing only the lip of my nose exposed. I was then quite com- 

 fortable. But poor *Lig. ; he plunged and kicked convul- 

 sively, and ever aud anon between his struggles there came a 

 despairing moan, so mournful but yet so comical, that I 

 finally shook with laughter. "Oh, shut up! Itmaybefun 

 for you, but I'll be hanged if it is for me." 



I 'was silent out of pity and he didn't speak again. Morn- 

 ing came at las; and with it reinforcements for the enemy. 

 But as soon as it was light we crawled out from the heaps of 

 slain mosquitos and kindled a fire. I felt- a strange sensation 

 in my nose as if it were enlarged somewhat. I put my hand 

 to my face. Horror ! Long before I expected to touch my 

 nose I came in contact with a mass of swollen flesh. Yes ; 

 it must be so, Here was the end of my nose— way out here. 



I called Lig. 's attention to it and the unfeeling fellow went 

 into hysterics. The more considerate Wren tied up ihe in- 

 jured member in a rag; but, my incuils, to this day my 

 nose has never regained its original beauty! However, ihe 

 hut became our storehouse, and ours was s ill a model camp, 

 for the tent stood upon the high point above the lake-side 

 and the cool breezes blew mosquito, black fly and mittgtt far 

 from the couches of our rest. 



AN ELK HUNT BY MOONLIGHT. 



WHILE hunting among the Rockies in the vicinity of 

 Chief Mountain, several summers ago, I came upon 

 a little g'ade one day which held in its centre a miniature 

 pond. Arouud its shores the elk had trod I he grass with their 

 sharp hoofs until very little verdure remained. Turn well- 

 worn trails led off up the mountain, and all the signs indi- 

 cated that this was an everyday— or night — watering-place 

 for these animals. At the time I found it the sun was nearly- 

 set and I had to hurry in order to reach camp befo e dark. 

 So taking a hasty survey of the place, with many a wistful 

 glance at the track of some monster elk, I hastily descended 

 the canyon and reached camp none soo soon, as the gather- 

 ing darkness was accompanied by a violent thunder stain, 

 which " turned loose " just as I entered the lodge. 



It commenced with a low muttering of thunder a 'd occa- 

 sional vivid flashes of lightning, which illuminated lar-away 

 precipices and lof i y peaks with startling distinctness. Tne 

 very seams of a distant ledge and the fibrous roots of a stunted 

 pine were revealed by an unusually bright flash; Shortly the 

 thunder became louder and nearer and seemed to butter and 

 crash up against the rocky cliffs in successive charges, as if 

 Nature had brought out all her artillery to rend the very 

 mountains. Then cametbehail— great pearl-like balls of ice — 

 which rattled down upon the lodge and through the smoke- 

 hole with chilling effect, several times subduing the few em- 

 bers which fitfully flickered in the fire-place. 



Perhaps nothing so lowers a man's estimate of his power 

 and importance as a thunder-storm. Then, as crash after 

 crash sounds over his head and the lightning seems to play 

 about his very feet, he realizes his littleness— Lis utter insig- 

 nificance. Among suqk mighty contending elements lie re- 

 alizes that he is of no more consequence that a leaf blown 

 about by the fitful winds. 



The storm quickly passed over and finally died awny in the 

 distance. With a long-drawn breath of relief and a mur- 

 mured "Thank God," 1 started to build up the fire. As I 

 did so Pe-nuk-wi-um and his family emergf d from under 

 sundry heaps of bedding and robes, which were piled pro- 

 miscuously in different parts of the lodge. They looked so 

 rid ; culous as they crawled forth that I couldn't help but 

 smile and finally burst out in a loud ha, ha, ha I 



" Do not laugh, my friend," said the chief, solemnly, " do 

 not laugh. The thunder aud lightning are great chiefs. Do 

 not laugh — they might come back, and kill us." 



If a war party of Sioux had suddenly come upon us I do 

 not think Pe-uuk-wi-um a.nd his family could have been more 

 frightened. They sat huddled about the fi>e and in trem- 

 bling tones recounted the disasters they had known to be 

 caused by the dread elements. 



To change the subject, I told the chief about the lakelet I 

 had discovered. 



"Ah, I know the place well," he said. " When a young 

 man I killed mauy elk there. The elk come there only iu 

 the night to drink, and when the night was day (moonlight) 

 we used to go there to kill them. We would hide in "the 

 bushes by the trails. We would hide so good that, even the 

 birds could not see us. We sat among tt.e bushes and ihe 

 leaves hid us from all animals. Far off we could hear the 

 elk coming down the trail. They would often stop to bite off 

 a mouthful of green leaves; then they would come a little 

 closer and stop to look. 'Ah, smart elk !' I used to say to 

 myself, ' I see you, but you can't see mc, Come closer, t 

 want to see if your heart is good.' Then they would come 

 nearer and the chief elk would stop right in front of me. 

 Then my arm was strong. I drew the arrow back, took a 

 careful aim and shot riiiiif where the moon shone bright, on 

 his side. Buzz! the arrow went right into his hexrt and he 

 lay down. Then I shot fast. All my arrows lay on the 

 ground before me and I kept shooting till the band ran 

 away." 



"It is moonlight now, Pe-nuk-wi-urn," said I; "let's go 

 up there to-morrow night ?" 



" Ah, I am not a young man any more," he replied. "The 

 winters sit on my head and make a heavy load to carry My 

 legs are not strong any more." 



"But it isn't far," I said. 



" Well," he answered, "I will go with you, but we will 

 have to travel slowly; there are many rocks to go over, aud 

 I cannot jump thern" like the sheep." 



The next atternoon, after two or three hours of slow walk- 

 ing and climbing, we arrived at the lit le lakelet. 1 noticed 

 with satisfaction that quite a nutn'er of elk had visited tbe 

 place during the night. In several places where I had walked 

 about in the mud the day before I found that they had 

 obliterated nearly all traces'of my footprints. It wfl ■. . : 

 hour or more till dark, and to pass away the time we sat 

 down on a fallen log to smoke aud chat. From our elevated 

 position we had a splendid view of the country to the East. 

 About eighty miles distant the three lonely butts of. the 

 sweet grass hills stood surrounded by a sea of prairie, and 

 still further eastward the blue outlines of the Bear's Paw 

 mountains loomed up against 1ke skv. Southeast, far be- 

 yond the Missouri, I recognized several of the Moccasin and 

 Snowy mountains, over which I bad clambered in pursuit of 

 mountain sheep, 



As the sun gradually sunk in the West, we ate our lunch 

 of boiled meat, Dread and dried bull-berres. The bull- 

 berry (called by the Blackfeet, Alir-tin.i/.-^ii/i) forms one of 

 their principal articles of diet, and is gathered in huge quan- 

 tities by the squaws, who cut off the bushes and beat them 

 over blankets with sticks. In color and taste this berry re- 

 sembles our red currant, and is, perhaps, a trifle more tart in 

 flavor. 



" Appe-cun-ny." said Pe-unk-wi-utn, suddenly, "did you 

 ever hear about "the Old Man and the bull-berries?" 



"No!" 



"Then I will tell you the story. Once the Old Man was 

 walking by the river, when he thought he saw some nice 

 large berries in the wa'cr, and taking off his clothes jumped 

 in after them. When he got in the water, however, he could 

 not find the' berries, and climbing out on the bauk was about 

 to put on his clothes, when looking down in the water he 

 again saw the berries, ami once more jumped in after them. 

 This operation he repeated a number of times, until he final-. 

 ly became enraged, and tearing up his robe bound some. 



