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FOREST AND STREAM 
whole number of ships is 114 The number of steamers 
built in the same year is 340, which includes many small 
craft. Three-fourths of the sailing vessels were con¬ 
structed in the ship yards of Maine, although Massa¬ 
chusetts, nest in order, turned out ihe greater numher ol 
heavy craft. The grand aggregate of the tonnage built last 
year is fully up to the yearly average of the past quarter of 
a century. 
For Fcn'tel and Stream. 
CRANBERRY LAKE. 
A TRIP TO 
T HE morning of August 31st found me at Griffin’s, cn 
route to Cranberry Lake and vicinity. I was to be 
alone until I reached the foot of the lake; there I was to 
meet some friends who were going in via Clifton. A good 
substantial breakfast and a wish for good luck from Mr. 
Cf,, and family, and I am off at eight o'clock Villi a small 
amount of tackle, luncheon for the day, and one of “Rush- 
ton’s sporting boats,” weighing twenty-nine pounds, on ray 
shoulders for a seven miles carry to the landing. 
Right here it may not be amiss to tell the readers how we 
carry snch a boat, it being a mystery to the unlearned how 
one person can carry such a bulky and apparently unhandy 
article as a boat. We have a neck-yoke made of light 
framework, with straps across it near the centre, between 
which you put your head, the straps resting on the shoul¬ 
ders, aud the boat turned bottom up over your head, the 
gunwales resting upon the yoke near (lie ends and balanc¬ 
ing so well that you need but one hand grasping the gun¬ 
wale to steady it. In this manner a man will curry a boat 
as easily as he would a pack of the same weight. 
Three hours of moderate walking, including several 
rests, brought me to the river, where an hour was spent in 
resting and eating my dinner. At a quarter past twelve I 
took the stern of my little craft, paddle in hand, having 
first trimmed her by putting stone in the how. The river 
was quite low, the gates at the reservoir dam above being 
closed to enable mill-owners below to make their annual 
repairs. I had no trouble, however, in getting along, as I 
could run in three inches of water, aud half-past tlu-ee 
o’clock found me at “The Uaryo,” seven miles up the 
river, having spent an hour of the lime at Chaumont 
(sho-mo) spring hole iu a vain attempt to catch some trout. 
A rest of half au hour, a carry of forty rods past the rap¬ 
ids, and a run of another mile, brought me to “the old 
Indian fishing ground,” a place where a spring brook puts 
into the river, and once famous for the size and quantity 
of the trout taken. Here another half hour was Bpent 
fishing, but with the same result as before, and, night 
drawing near, I shouldered my boat and carried it past the 
rapids and mill, a distance of about a mile, to a place 
where the road and river met. A paddle of half a mile, 
and a carry of about equal distance, brought me to the 
reservoir dam, at the foot of the lake. Here I found that 
niv friends iiad arrived in the forenoon, and with boats 
and guide had gone up the lake on to the flowed land at 
the inlet, leaving word for me to follow. Rather a cool 
proceeding I thought, considering that I was ou time, but 
supper being a matter of more, or at least nearer, interest 
to me, I once more embarked, tlri3 time for my last pull 
for the day. . 
A short, mile and my keel grated on the sand at the land¬ 
ing in front of the hotel. Here I was greeted by my friend 
E., who had been enjoying himself in the wilderness for 
about six weeks, visiting in that time most of the ponds 
and streams above the lake, alid now so far on bis way 
home. I also found several other gentlemen—some here 
for hunting and fishing, and some for the benefit of their 
health. A pull at something shorter than a paddle and 
stronger than lake water, a pull not all alone, a good sup¬ 
per, and, weary with my first day out, I soon sought my 
room to sleep soundly till the ringing of the breakfast-bell 
next morning awoke me. 
September let. —To-day is fine, the lake is quiet, and at 
eiglu o’clock I am off on my ten mile voyage. An hour 
nud a half of paddling took me out of open water, passing 
in the meantime Lightning Point, where Rev. W. H. H. 
Murray and party camped earlier in the season. Another 
hour spent in following the winding channel of the inlet 
among dead aud fallen timber, where one was quite as 
likely to go wrong as right, brought me to the fool of the 
rapids, where I found my friends. They had been fishing 
with fair success, having a dozen or more very fine trout 
of one half to one and a half pounds weight An hour or 
so later we had dinner, when we tested the quality, and 1 
may say quantity, of the catch to our entire satisfaction, 
lu the afternoon, while fishing from the boat a short dis¬ 
tance below our camp, a very targe black bear swam across 
the river within teu rods of us. We did not see him till 
he had got ashore, and our guns were all in camp, but the 
way that bear got through the dead timber made us think 
that he was afraid there would be a funeral somewhere if 
he did uot get out of the way. Of course after this no one 
cured to fish, and we spent the rest of tho day paddling up 
and down the stream iooking for hears, but none were 
seen. Night came—still, warm, and dark—and with 
“jack" and gun we “floated for deer.” Twoshots aud one 
deer was the result of our labor, and we returned at mid¬ 
night to camp. . 
September id. —To-day was spent in fishing, sleeping, aud 
ealiug. The venison steak tasted much as it did last year, 
and it took about the same quantity to go around. Quota¬ 
tions for Ibis market are; Pishing, fair; sleeping, quiet; 
eating, brisk, with a downward tendency. At nigut we 
agaiti went for deer, and got a very fine buck within sight 
of our camp fire, W. killing him very neatly at a distauce 
of about six rods, aud, beiug his first deer by jack-light, 
be felt quite big over it. This was the only one we saw 
to-night, tliougU we heard others back on the flow, where 
we could not. get at them for fallen timber, and at mid¬ 
night we again returned to camp. 
September ‘id.—' To-day we fished, and jerked our vemson. 
One thing we never forget, while iu the woods, and that is 
to eat. A man can eat oftener aud more at a time here 
than anywhere else in the world, and if he does not work 
too hard he will gain flesh and return home feeling stronger 
aud fresher than when he left it. To-day the ribs aud 
brisket of our best deer were placed on a huge wooden 
fork aud roasted over our fire of maple logs, and then, 
seated on the ground with a goodly quantity of other eat¬ 
ables spread before us, we made a meal that a king might 
have envied. Toward night our tent was struck and bag¬ 
gage packed, and one of the party, taking it in the largest 
boat, rowed down to the open water on the lake and put 
up the lent ou the bank, while the rest of us waited till 
dark and then hunted dowu, arriving at camp at midnight, 
but without seeing a deer in the whole, distance. 
September 4th .—Broke camp at daylight and ran down to 
the foot of the lake, where we got breakfast. The rest of 
the party now left for home, while I returned to the lintel to 
put in the balance of the day resting and sleeping. To-day 
the hotel people went up the lake to obtain a supply of 
fresh meat for the table, and returning at night with two 
very fine bucks their guests are, as well as themselves, in 
the best of spirits. 
September 5tk .—It is Sunday, and rather a quiet one. 
Some of the party have gone over to Grass River, a dis¬ 
tance of about three miles, just for a walk. Others are 
reading, or writing letters home, while another gentleman 
and myself take a row to the head of the lake and return. 
There is wind enough to-day to raise the white caps, hut 
we enjoy our fourteen mile ride all the more for that. 
Evening finds our party all together again, and it is passed 
as most of our evenings in the woods are, in story telling. 
In this particular match our host, whom we call Captain, 
took first prize, and no ties to be shot off either. Weali 
did very well on small game, but wlieu it came to bears 
the Captain had us. He was asked by some one of the 
party if be could tell us how bears got the honey out of 
trees. He said, “I know how one didn’t get it out once. 
You see I found a bee-tree in the spring and left it till fall 
before I should cut it. There was another tree just at the 
foot of this one, turned up by tbe roots, and some of the 
roots were sticking tip long and Sharp, and when I went 
there in the fall to get the honey I found a big hear with 
one of these roots stuck clean through him. I suppose the 
bees stung him too hard, or be lost bis hold from some 
other cause, and fell righl ou this root. He had been dead 
just long enough so that the hair would come out.” 
September 6 tit. —To-day I went over to Dead Creek, a 
small stream emptying into Grass River, outhe “windfall,” 
and distant au hour and a half by a woods road from the 
hotel. I had a fine day’s fishing, and returned at night 
with seventy fine trout, some weighing half a pound. 
September 1th —My friend E., and myself again visited 
Dead Creek to-day, fishing it above "where I fished it yes¬ 
terday. Our catch to day was 103 very fine brook trout, of 
three-fourths pound weight and under. The greater num¬ 
ber were small ones. On our return we found a team 
waitingtoconvey.ua home, and next morning we packed 
up and bade adieu to the lake, to tbe Captain, bis family 
and guests, promising to return another season. A drive 
of fifteen miles, accomplished in five hours, brought us to 
Clifton, and, we might say, “out of the wilderness.” 
Now and Then. 
TROUTING IN 
for Foreel and Stream. 
THE WHITE MOUN¬ 
TAINS. 
N OT long ago you published a readable article by “J. 
G. M.” entitled “Trouting Among the While Hills,” 
in which, as a subsequent mathematical analysis by “X. 
Y. Z.” conclusively demonstrates, the writer’s catch was 
more remarkable for numbers of fish taken Ilian for size 
or weights. Permit me now to say a few words on White 
Mountain angling as it was nearly thirty years ago. In 
each of the years 1845-0-7-8 and 9 I spent several weeks at 
“Old Crawford’s,” just above Nancy’s Brook, in the Saco 
Valley, in pursuit of speckled trout. In 1853 aud 1853 I 
repeated my visits, but found the fishing had much deterio¬ 
rated. My last visit was in 1856 or 1807, and I was so dis¬ 
gusted with the barren condition of the streams that I 
abandoned that locality and transferred my affections to 
other points. Those were days when comparatively a 
small baud of anglers had the sport to themselves; but 
even then pot-hunters were numerous. Harding, Hooper, 
Bemis, Ellis, Tuckerman. The well-remembered linea¬ 
ments of each and all rise upon my recollection as I write. 
A worthy brotherhood! Peace be with them! In those 
elder days the boulders and trees along the beds of the 
various streams were to the writer as familiar as Washing¬ 
ton street or Broadway. With rod always in hand except 
in time of freshet, many, many hundred weight of fish 
from first to last fell to his lot. Now, in all that time, 
how many pound and a half trout does J. G. M. suppose I 
captured ? I will tell him. Exactly one, weight one 
pound ten ounces, and fish weighing a plump pound were 
seldom taken by any one. Mine would scarcely reach a 
score in numher. Even then fish-talk ran upon the vanished 
glory of the streams, and I have often heard the old man 
Crawford say, that when he first settled there he could take 
as many pounder’s as he wished at any time during the proper 
season. Yet, here comes a recruit, whose opening casts 
arc rewarded with a pound and a half fish. Cvedat Juclwun. 
In those days I made it a business to carefully return to 
their homes all fish not fully reaching my standard of size; 
others did the same, and in general abont one ball of all 
tbe fish taken were restored to the water. At best the fish 
were small, and at a later period I made the acquaintance 
of localities where my penchant for Bizoable fish was fully 
o-ratifled. In proof of which I now offer a few grains of 
truth for J. G. M.’s benefit, my original diary now being ou 
my desk as I write. r , 
At daylight on tho morning of August 9th, 18 1 3, 1 awoke 
from my broken slumber, aroused ruy two Indians, and 
ordered them to set my canoe ready for a few casts. For 
two and a half days we bad been forcing our way up 
stream through pools and rapids, and had finally attained 
our objective point the evening previous, with just time 
enough left us to extract from the tea-kettle its cheerful 
song to erect our tent, and make due preparation for 
passing the night. We had no neighbors suve moose, 
bears, caribou, and other wild animals. It had rained in 
torrents for some days, the stream was high for the time ot 
year, somewhat turbid, and in good order for angling. 
The weather had now settled, and at intervals during the 
night aud early dawn the plash of heavy fish could be 
heard breaking water in the pool, on whose border my 
lent was pitched, making sweet music for the tired sports¬ 
man's ears. At half-past five exactly, 1 stepped into the 
canoe, and quickly anchored just in front of our camp. 
For some two hoUTS and a half 1 wielded my trusty 
greenheart to tho best of my ability, and when, at a quarter 
past eight, having tried the leugth and breadth of the pool, 
some three hundred yards in length, I gave it up disheart- 
ened and returned to siiore for breakfast; a more disgusted 
man never stepped out of a canoe. But mark; X liad 
taken plenty of fish, such as they were. As my canoe 
struck the beach my attendants threw out one after 
another; one, two, three, yeti, some eighteen or twenty 
speckled trout, averaging at. least three pounds apiece. 
These fish and maDy others, had been positively persecuting 
me. As a mere matter of curiosity we weighed a number 
ofihe largest, which showed by one of Pronty’s best Bpring 
balances, upwards of four pounds each, the very largest 
five and a half pounds, plump. From the beginning to 
the end of this bit of angling, I had given every fish ex¬ 
cept two, as much slack line as possible at the moment of 
striking, to the end that lie might reject the fly and go 
about other business. I had only captured those which, 
hooking themselves, left me no choice hut to lower 
the point of my rod and direct the stearsmau to take hold 
of the line and pull the fish in by hand. If the hook tore 
out, as often happened, so much the better. 1 lost t be 
only two fish whose acquaintance I was desirous of making, 
by the hooks coming away from them after a moments 
stra'iB, probably hooked in ihe skin of tbe lips. Thtse two 
fish were “ heavy weights,” but tome, at that time and 
place, the large trout were no more than were the finger- 
links in those early days among the mountains, wlieu 1 re¬ 
garded the capture of a two-pound trout as the acme of 
any angler’s ambition. 
My diary goes on to state, that after a hurried breakfast, 
unwilling to give it up so, I ascended the stream to the 
next go-><1 pool, where I had good sport, and was com¬ 
paratively unmolested by the ravenons speckled nuisances. 
At one o’clock I returned to the camp, with just five 
salmon, weighing 28, 35, 26, 104 and 29 pounds, respec¬ 
tively. At some future lime 1 may take occasion to com¬ 
municate my experience in search of salmon, for the 
benefit of whom it may concern. I certainly entertain 
some convictions on the subject measurably different from 
anything I have read in my favorite authors. In .fact, I 
set down much that 1 read ou this subject as pure, unmiti¬ 
gated bosh, undoubtedly worked in to use up priuters’ ink, 
and to make additional pages. 
In connection with the above, allow mo to state, in re¬ 
gard to one or two of your answers to correspondents, that 
there are two rivers'Nouvelle on the north shore oi Bay 
(Jhalears; Nouvelle Magnasha, near Dalhousie aud Litttle 
Nouvelle, just to the eastward of Paspehiac Point. The 
former is the noted river. Port Daniel is not at the 
mouth of Petite Nouvelle, but is some twelve or fifteen 
miles to tbe eastward, lu company with a friend, I once 
tried angling for trout from the point of a sand spit, at the 
mouth of Nouvelle Bay. The time of year was unfavor¬ 
able, about the 1st of July, it being, as we were informed 
by Indians, just between the early and Ihe late runs of 
fish, aud the weather was raw and cold, in fact, a good 
imitation of a Boston east wind. We fished iu tho salt 
water of the bay, aDd took back to Dalhousie tea fish, 
averaging nearly if not quite three pounds. This is my 
entire experience at Nouvelle Maguasha. RustiCus. 
HOY’S WILDERNESS. 
One correspondent asks for information regarding Hoy’s 
Wilderness, and another kindly furnishes it. If as repre¬ 
sented, this would be a glorious place for a summer or fall 
camp, and we doubt not that Lloyd Kilsmiller will find him¬ 
self called upon many limes during the coming season:— 
Uniostowh, Pa., February SSnt,, 1816. 
Editor Forest and Stream:— 
You ask for information in resard to Hoy’H WiliternflBfl, how to reach 
then e, guides, etc. We have obtained from Wish Miller, of this place, 
who is an old hnntcr, and well acquainted with the wilderness, the fol¬ 
lowing, and give it for the benefit of any of yonr readers who may be de¬ 
sirous of visiting that place for lnmtiug and llshins: — 
Oakland, Maryland, on the line of the B. & O. Road, is the point 
where yon leave the railroad. A team or teams can be fonr.d at this 
place to convey parties across the “Backbum Mountain,” a distance of 
thirteen miles; thence to a place catted “Shook "Shop"—Abernathy's, 
about eight miles thence to the “Pine” region—Win. KUsmiUor's— 
about seven miles. This is as far ns you con go with a wagon, bat 
horses can be had atKitsmiller’s to take you three miles further on to 
his brother's Lloyd Kilsmiller, and yon are at Ltoy’s Wilderness. Lloyd 
is au old experienced huntei and fisherman, and always ready to give 
any information in this line, and also to act ns guide. The old Bobbin 
House, a short distance from Kitsmlller’s, and in the very heart of the 
Wilderness, was built many years ago by a BaUimorian, for himselr aud 
friends to ocenpy during the hunting aud ilshtug season, long since de¬ 
serted, but left in charge of Lloyd Kilsmiller, is a splendid place for a 
party lo stop. The honse has plenty of room, with furniture and bed¬ 
ding, and will cost tbe sportsman nothing. Kitsmlllvr will provide it 
with a cooking stove, and play the gontal host and guide, Tor u nominal 
sum, (plenty of the extract of maize) for hunters are his delight undn 
godsend In this out of the way place. 
It la seldom one hears of a wilderness with a lordly mansion in Us 
very centre. Beer, panther, bear, wild cats, turkeys, and In fact, game 
c.f all kinds right at the door of this palatial establishment, with ah the 
comforts of a" city within. The Blackwater is mil of the beautiful 
speckled trout, and Kilsmiller guarantees them by the thousands. The 
fall of Blackwater is always a good guide, and parties can locate them¬ 
selves by tbe fall, for it can be beard for several miles-having a perpen¬ 
dicular fall of eighty-five feet. Stardard. 
—Mr. Gunning (appropriate name), of Cliincoteague 
Island, a few days since, after having imbibed sundry mix¬ 
tures of “bug juice,” came to the conclusion that he was 
Nimrod No. 2, and that he was “called” to go a-hunting on 
this particular day. So, after wrapping around his portly 
bosom enough ammunition to kill half the ducks in the 
bay, he meandered up the island. Half-way up the island 
Mr. Gunning was observed to “draw a bead” on Uncle 
Kennel Jester’s nose. The latter individual dodged behiud 
an old wreck, and as Gunning closed up in front, Mr. Jes¬ 
ter could have been heard to exclaim, “Spare us, good 
Lord!” Mr. Gunning finally caught sight of one of Mr. 
Jester’s feet, and lowering his fowling-piece, he burst into 
a loud laugh. . , , , ,,. . 
“Hie! goo—joke (hie) old man—(hie) thot ’er noso (hie) 
was ’er red hed—so ion’. ” 
And he staggered away. 
As the evening shades drew down over the island Mr. 
Gunning was found leaning over an old log, while at in¬ 
tervals in the afternoon he had been banging away Ot a lot 
of wooden decoys, &ucliorcd a short distance from the 
shore. But his fun was over, for the unfortunate spoils¬ 
man had shot off the thumb of his right hand.— Snow Hill 
Mmenger. __ 
—The annual grasshopper legislation has begun in Kan¬ 
sas with the passage of a bill giving a state bounty of live 
dollars a bushel for grasshopper eggs, and fifty cents a 
bushel for young grasshoppers. 
