Forest and Stream. 



A Weekly Journal of the Rod and Gun. 



NEW YORK, MAY 31, 1883. 



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Editorial. 

 Decoration Day. 

 The Boy and the AngF 

 steam Yachting. 

 Black Bass. 

 Support the" TV, 



CONTENTS. 



The Kennel. 



This 



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The Whistle of the Elk. 



Birds of Northern H 

 ;'AMcFntE Flickering 

 ;Usie Bag and Gom. 



An Adirondack Evci 



A Quebec Hunting C 



Xd.ir.lsi.:. 



Did he Steal the 



Fishcfltckb. 

 The Canadian J-i 

 Fish and Fish-r 

 Intelligent vs. M 

 Culture. 



The Kennel. 

 The Gordon Star 



Dogs of Thibet. 



Roval Ranger. 



Eastern Field Trials Derby. 



Kennel Notes. 



|....i ,,. -iainv-rmrnl. 



Rikle and Trap Shooting. 

 The American Team. 

 The Fountain vs. Jersey City- 

 Height 

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 The Tte 



The American Canoe Assoeia 



Racing Mainsail of Dot. 



With its compact type and in its pc 

 of twenty-eight itagrs this journal fu 

 amount of first-class matter relating 

 Ji 'a I and kindred subjects, than i 

 America,; publications put tor/ether. 



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DECORA TTON DA Y. 

 A"ESTEKDAY the green turf on a million grates was 

 J- made more beautiful by the tender offerings of loving 

 hearts to the memory of the dead of long ago. In village, 

 in town and in fdigtay city, all over country, in the 

 North and the South, the East and the West, the loveliest 

 flowers of spring were scattered over the graves of those who 

 have gone het'ore, but whose memory cannot die. 



To the white-haired father on this day conies up as vividly 

 as ever the recollection of his bright-faced boy, who went 

 from his home at the first call of battle and who never re- 

 turned. The widow still mourning the stalwart husband, 

 whose duty to her and the children kept him chafing at 

 home until the struggle had assumed such mighty propor- 

 tions that he could no longer hesitate. Then he went, and 

 was never again seen alive. The mother whose sole support 

 was torn from her by the conflict; the sister who gave up 

 her darling brother, on this day suffer again the pain of their 

 bereavement, 



The flowers which have been scattered over the graves of 

 the blue, and the gray have not yet faded. Still fair and 

 fragrant they fitly symbolize the sad, sweet recollections of 

 those who, after twenty years, sorrow for their dead, ye! 

 not as those without hope. 



Bitter and savage was the struggle, terrible the meeting of 

 opposing forces during the long years of the war, and deep 

 the animosities engendered by the conflict. The whole 

 fabric of the nation was shaken to its foundations, the best of 

 its citizens on both sides yielded up their lives. But the fury 

 of the battle is long past and forgotten, and peace and pros- 

 perity smile over our whole land. The mourners of the 

 .North and the South mingle their tears and their offerings 

 ou this Decoration Day. and the survivors of the struggle 

 on either side clasp hands in strong friendship and good 

 feeling, for the heart-burning and the bitter sectional 

 hatreds of former times have passed away to return no 

 more forever. 



THE BOY AND TEE ANODE. 

 "V^OT solely for the scientific angler with his eight-ounce 

 -^~ rod, silken line and flies cunningly fashioned to 

 resemble no living thing, are all and the chiefest delights 

 of the gentle pastime. There is one of bumble estate in the 

 brotherhood of the angle who makes no pretensions to skill, 

 and uses the most uncouth and coarsest tackle, to whom it 

 yields supreinest enjoyment. He never cast a By, and knows 

 no "green drake" but him of the duck pond, no "doctor" 

 but the village practitioner Who gives him an occasional 

 nauseous dose, no "professoi" but the "deestrict" school- 

 master, and if he ever heard of a split bamboo, thinks a split 

 pole must be a poor stick to catch fish with. He wants no 

 reel to wind in his fish with, but "yanks" them out and 

 lands them high and dry and safe from return to the flood, 

 casting them the length of pole and line behind him This 

 is, of course, our young and unsophisticated friend, the hoy 

 of the country, he who remains a boy till he has grown big 

 enough to go a-ftshing. and perhaps never becomes a young 

 gentlemen, but keeps a boy's heart within him, and a boy's 

 ways until he becomes a man. He does not always wear a 

 torn hat, nor always trousers in which he feels most at ease 

 if sitting down when big girls are about, nor does he always 

 go barefoot from spring till fall, though he likes to give his 

 naked soles a taste of the soil for a few days when he has 

 seen the necessary seventeen butterflies. 



Furthermore, we do not claim for him. nor does he for 

 himself, that he can catch more fish than the scientific ang- 

 ler; but how he loves to go a-fishin', and how he enjoys it 

 all, from the preparative beginning to the very end! What 

 happiness is his in the cutting of the pole in the always- 

 pleasant woods, where many a sapling is critically scanned 

 and many a one laid low before the right and foreordained 

 one is found; and in the buying of the ten-cent line and half 

 dozen beautiful blue fish-hooks, selected with much delibera- 

 tion from the tempting array in the showcase of the country 

 store. How continually is he full of anticipation of sport 

 from the moment he begins digging bis bait; each big worm 

 unearthed and going into the leaky coffee-pot promises a fish, 

 and as he hurries across the fields to the stream he cannot 

 stop even to look for a bird's nest, though sparrow, bobolink 

 and meadow lark start from almost at his feet. Nor hardly 

 can he halt to disentangle his hook and line from the fence 

 or bush they are seen to catch in, for lie knows the fish are 

 waiting for him. Then out of breath beside the stream he 

 impales a lively worm, spits on it, not so much for luck as in 

 deference to lime-honored usage, gets his line straight out 

 behind him, and sends it with a whiz and a resounding 

 "plung!" of the two-ounce sinker far out into the waters, and 

 waits for a bite with what patience a boy can muster. Pres- 

 ently perhaps the expected thrill runs up his angle to his 

 hands and through all his neives, the tip of the pole nods, 

 then bows low r to the flood, and by no "turn of the wrist," 

 but by main strength and by one and the same motion he 

 hooks his victim and tears it from its watery hold. So 

 swiftly has it made its curved flight over his head, unseen 

 but as a dissolving streak, that he knows not till he has 

 rushed to where it is kicking the grass whether his prize is a 

 green-and-golden barred perch, a gaudy-mottled pumpkin- 

 seed, a silvery shiner or an ugly but toothsome bullpout, 

 gritting his w-ide jaws when his horns do him no good, though 

 the}- may yet do his captor a mischief. 



Whatever it may be, he gloats over it as much as any man 

 over his well-fought trout or bass, and straightway runs to 

 cut a forked wand whereon to string it, and takes care that 

 it be long enough to hold many another. If the fish do not 

 bite he sets his pole in a crotched stick and lets it fish for 

 itself while he explores the shore and catches a "mud tur- 

 ele," "almost" kills a "mush rat" or scares himself with a 

 big water snake. 



Bet timing to his pole, perhaps he finds the tip under wa- 

 ter and tugs out a writhing eel, the wild fun and horror, 

 and the abominable, all-pervading sliminess of whose final 

 capture makes memorable the hour and the day thereof. 

 Perhaps a hungry and not too fastidious pickerel or pike- 

 perch or bass may gorge the worm-indued hook and be 

 hauled ashore, and then the measure of the boy's glory is 

 filled and the capacity of his trousers to contain him tried 

 to the utmost. 



Though he goes home with a beggarly account of small 

 fry dangling at the end of his withe, he is unabashed, if not 

 proud, and hopeful for another day. But if it is strung so 

 full that his arms ache with lugging it, what pride fills his 

 heart as he displays his fish! Till they are eaten and di- 

 gested he ceases to be a "no-account boy." He cleans them 

 and enjoys it. Every scalers a cent, bright from the mint, 

 and he catches each fish over again as he takes it up. He 



recognizes his worms in their maws. When they are cooked, 

 whoever tasted fish so good? 



The boy is no more a contemplative angler than he is a - 

 gentle one, and he does not of choice go fishing alone. He 

 would rather go with the renowned old fisherman of the 

 neighborhood and learn something of the mysteries of his 

 art, but that worthy does not overmuch desire the compan- 

 ionship of youthful anglers. So perforce the young fisher- 

 man goes with another boy and has some one to "holler" to, 

 compare notes with, and enter into rivalry with, and he can 

 say with truth, when he gets home, "Me and Jim ketched 

 twenty!" though he forgets to add that Jim caught nine- 

 teen of them. Wherefore not? Do not his Diggers and bet- 

 ters brag of scores which would not have been made if their 

 guides and oarsmen had not fished? 



Alack, for the bygone days! When May comes with 

 south winds and soft skies and the green fields are dotted 

 with the gold of dandelions and patched with the blue of 

 violets, and the bobolinks are riotous with song over them, 

 who would not be a boy again just for one day to go a-fistl- 



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STEAM YACHTING. 

 TN unsympathetic quarters the emery is often heard, 

 A "What are steam yachts good for, anyway? " Such an 

 interrogation would hardly have been made more than once 

 had a little thought been bestowed upon the subject. 

 Though different in some features from the sister branch of 

 the sport, it does not follow that yachting under steam is in 

 anywise inferior to sailing, cither in respect, to enjoyment ot- 

 to the opportunities offered for instruction to the mind and 

 healthful exercise to the body. To be sure, the greater cer- 

 tainty of movement under steam, the precision upon which 

 one can count, in all that relates to time, removes from 

 Steam yachting that charming element of uncertainty which 

 contributes so much to the romance of the more Bohemian- 

 like cruise under canvas. If steaming eliminates specula- 

 tion upon time and the weather, it is none the less exacting 

 and enticing in other respects. Navigation, such as keeping 

 the vessel's reckoning, skillful pilotage, a knowledge of sea- 

 manship in the event of accident, to the machinery, all 

 afford field enough for thought, and, supplemented with an 

 investigation of the "power behind Ihe throne," a world of 

 study for thebusy brain and nimble activity, for nerve and 

 muscle in quantity unstinted. Indeed, the speed of -the 

 steamer demands from the conl rolling mind a sharpened in- 

 telligence, quick decision, a head capable of think- 

 ing more than one though? al a time, prepared 

 in an iuslant to meet an unexpected situation 

 with just the tight, move in remedy. Thought must 

 flash and work as if by instinct, lor time lo reflect and 

 evolve from one's inner consciousness is too precious for 

 such waste when slashing along at fifteen, eighteen or 

 twenty knots to the hour. On the bridge watch has to be 

 kept more searching and strict than in the cockpit of the 

 yacht under sail. Emergencies occur not with gear and 

 sails perhaps, but equally as serious, nay far more dan- 

 gerous or sudtlen in their consequences, in the boiler and 

 engine room below. Pumps cease to act, valves leak, tubes 

 blow out. grate bars choke, hearings heat, keys work 

 loose, and a hundred and one other troubles occur familiar 

 lo all who have had motive power in charge. The engine 

 room is not one whit more free from mishaps or accidents 

 than the spars and gear of a sailing craft, and to meet unto- 

 ward complications in a steamer requires even greater know- 

 ledge and experience of head and deftness of hand. In 

 management and care the steamer stands exponent of a 

 higher branch of learning and skill than the simpler de- 

 mands of fore and aft rigs and smooth water sailing aspire 

 to. Though the steamer disdains without risk nearly all 

 weather prognostications, and .hows a thoughtless front to 

 sea and wind, her speed and motive agent involve the 

 assumption of cares and responsibilities at least as great and 

 serious as all those trials and tribulations peculiar to the 

 sailing yacht. 



It will be said that owners keep clear of the engine room, 

 care nothing about machinery and delegate all attention it 

 requires to a person employed for the purpose. Tint asking 

 a man .of business, carrying stocks and tape measures in his 

 head, and dressed in faultless fashion, lo delve into the sooty, 

 greasy depths of fire-room or engine space for instruction or 

 pleasure, is expecting that oil and water should mix. In 

 some cases it is, in others it is not. There are those wdioown 

 large sailing yachts, yet know nothing and care less about 

 their rig and navigation. But there are likewise industrious 

 Corinthians and persons of ambition who seek to master the 

 intricacies of working a vessel to the best of their abilities 



