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FOREST AND STREAM. 



[Mav 81, 1888. 



imili to toy order. I fonnd upon trial that I obultl do bette 



with other brands and felt it to be my pnvilcjte to use them, In 

 now usiii.' a 15-flO Winchester, and.notwithstsndine the comnai | 



advieeunii Ihe 11:, j V I, :-■ ,!, ,,.' 1 . ,,,■■• I, , 1 



usesueb n.iuiuuniliim as I HndKives i ' be fuel tie 



mir I, reeel, -leaders admit Hi- , . ,.: ,, v ■ ( .- 



at people who use them Is one oi the dronf >| - 



pared iiv 



I have erijored pood upjuinuiiil i. .. i, 



wnrk of nmzzl ■! j, :,.,,,i, , 



brick" (votild briefly state the r 



gt Fal 



ompare the 



'... i ,.. i. ioei , 

 lp live of our party use. I 

 trs. During the second 



and four used lireecb- 

 •ks. T tliirik the aggre- 



eqlllll to t: 



loader ihu-i'.u- , n.-i.- ,,',,: - ., 



killed will, :, ,..■ ■ -I,,',;, r 



fell dead, two were ■, , ■ 

 Of the latter four ,. 

 loader. 



It cannot he el: i - 

 occasions was ov lag 

 reeolleellon of the eounten, 

 i, ,. , he '' "i i i behind bob 

 upon u flue muzzle-loader t 

 view peaceful!] ehewlna Hi 

 Fin.i HoJ. Merrill keen a a 



'i ii i e n n/.-l- -1 



this 



of being "Won 



The ■ 



up 



!l : ft IN eli-.: 



sfos to propose a match ouly. I am . 



and will agree to use factory ammunition if 

 that point. 

 Gan&btoobt, Ma; 



■t of an ; vvplo.Niv< 



ity for lie,.-, v, i-'li: 



i. But my intention 



ixiousto bring ei about 



iii i I,,., hitch upon 



Joseph w. shciiikil 



fen mid j§iver tgfislnng. 



To insure prompt attention, cuinmviii CoMons should be ad- 



■ ihr Forest mirl si, ™i,i Publishing. '■- . to 



imliriil.ua>*, in »'/,(■■:, ,11, ,.,,,,■ ; : .,„, //ie ,,//iec matters uf i, 

 portance are liable to c6 [fl i 



ANGLINQ RESQSTS.—Weshatlbc glad to have for publi- 

 cation notes of good ffhi.01 loealilirs. Will not. our eorrc- 



spondmts favor ux vnth notes of di > for angling 



exoitrsumst 



AN ANCLER'S REST. 

 "After Life's fitful fever he sleeps weM. " 



OWF.KT spring lias dime to ibe i„. 



O And to th- mouutai, 



Scattered her favors tar and wide. 



Attuned her voices cleat: 

 Bui a void in all there s, ■,,, 



AS we wander, rod in hand. 

 We miss the ever kindly gleams 



Of his eye and grasp of hand. 



A "que-T , j e" in I"- bore, 



Fair mirror of bis heart; 



He loved the domed taBSOm 



Byfar, thai, busyuiurt. 

 And mount am pineund bendncl, v, n 



TO -ie],. [e ,.; 1 ,-,.,, ., ., 



As they shade 1 he babbling brooklet's gleam, 

 -He ne'er will eome again!" 



Tie- May fly (a'er the silent I 

 Whose semblance 01 1 lit casl 



NOW telUJltS tile lllSlV lliSlI :,, 



Till its brief life is past. 

 The gloaming e.nues. Hie eaiiiii-lii. | 



WiMl ever Wi-leieii, _ , ,ee. 



...■■,.,.., r repose, 

 lb- comas not to bis place 

 Ne huntsman's h,.rn. no angle ' glee 



Hni. iii out ■ ■ may 



flis "men a - gn ■ n .1 re keep! 



A-field. or by llie si ream, le-l.-l't 

 No -blaze'' of shame, 01 

 g 1 snian nn defiled and tlefl 



tlur e, ■ 'i I:.: , leed! 



'I - 1 !■ ver on. 



■ 1 I him tlous 



It bears us to the port lie s won. 



Throng 1 1 •'- ret and "close." 



\\ e sit-n the cross upon bis grave, 



With rod of true Incline, 

 And, as we Bfih, on him we crave 



Perpetual light may shine. 0, W. 



QUIET SPORT.-V. 



: Hl.bAKll. 



CAME the rain which we expected from the confident 

 prognostics of. the guide Rufe, He knew it from the 



position of the new moon, lie knew it from the unusually 

 bright color of the full moon, lie was more certain of it 

 from (In.! unusually dull color of the waning moon. 



lie said that the moon sometimes reminded him of men he 

 bad known, who were brightest when they were fullest, and 

 mighty dull and dim at oilier times— hut at any rate funic 

 the rain. 



A low and distant roar in the early morning and a sough- 

 ing nmong the spnice and hemlock were the Forerunners 

 bright flash, and then came the thunder with its. multiplied 

 echoes in quick succession: a wild hurst from the nuiihwcst, 

 and the storm was here. 



-shut np your doors 'tis a wild night." 



Though it was to he n day indoors, surely we could find 

 some consolation in the iacl that we were well housed for 

 the present, and not obliged to chance a shanty which, in 

 spite of all our precautious, might leak. 



Uncle Hide's library was soon exhausted ; whisl 1 a ino 



proved a bore ; the morning wore away; noon-time came; 

 still the. rain came down, drizzle, drizzle, diiz, and we long- 

 ing to get onee more into the sunlight under the blue skies. 

 among the wild flowers and wilder birds and fishes. But at 

 last the clouds broke away, and the sun showed his lace in 

 the west, giving premise of a bright morrow. 



Dick during the dav hud vieged 11 [ 1 a trolling outfit, and 

 with Ward took a lew spins, acn,-, ; i, lake ant landed 

 several large lake trout, which proved an acceptable addi- 

 tion to Aunty's larder. Ward was well pleased with the 

 novelty of trolling, Which lo him was a new method of 

 fishing. He bad lost a lake trout which had captured Iii 



troll, anil afterward he had fastened on to and landetl the 

 sarin lisle He knew it to he the same, for it bore the marks 



"Such things arc of frequent occurrence," said Roy. 

 ••Many an angler has caught trout or other varieties of fish 

 and found old books embedded in their jaws. 1 was fishing 

 for wcaklish with an old partner of mine, Ed. Hulse, in 



11 1 C8, off Curlis's place, in Jamaica Bay. Now, Fal. 

 rarely let a fish get away after hooking it, and if one did 

 urenS loosei ;t cape mighl always be attributed to some 

 in line or leader On I his' occasion he had hooked 

 a weaktish and he reeled him well up toward [he boat, when 

 the lish broke loose, currying with it hook and about six 

 Inches (if (he leader. 



'The accident was forgotten until sometime during Ihe 

 summer of '79, when fishing off Forked. River, in Barnegat 

 Bay. Ed. hooked the same lish and this time landed her. 

 But she was 11. beauty; long, broad-shouldered, and how she 

 glistened with gold anil silver us she came out of Ihe water 

 into the sunlight.'' 



"How do vou know it. was the same fish he lost in Jamaica 

 Bat 8 year before?" 



"Ed. took this one home not suspecting in the least that 

 he had ever met her ladyship before, hul when the servant 

 came to clean and dress'it she said. 'Sure. Mister Hoolse, 1 

 niver seed the loikes 0' this. Faith it's full o' little hooks. 

 Beghorra, I've pricked me Aimers in a dozen places, bad 

 cess to it." Ed. examined the fish and I'm a sinner if he did 

 not And several hundred small hooks, and every one of 

 Ihem was stamped E. H." 



"Of course you are a sinner in iny estimation." said 

 Ward '■consetiuenl.lv 1 do not feel compelled lo believe your 

 Ash hook story. Still you will no dtrabl repeat it until you 

 come to believe in it as earnestly a- vou do in your politics. 

 It reminds me of the Bcotchnianwho, being unable to write, 

 obtained the services of a friend as an amanuensis. After 

 dictating the local news and inquiring after ft iends and 

 relatives he said, 'Tell Roll I caught a salmon this morning 

 thai weighed thirty-nine pounds.' The scribe, looking up, 

 said, 'Why, Archie, you never caught a salmon of that 

 weight in your life, much less this morning, for you have 

 not wet a line this, blessed day.' Archie answered, 'Mat- 

 ters a doin, per' er tloon,' and down it went, and 1 have but 

 little doubt that when Rob and Archie met Archie told the 

 story of his flght with that salmon, and Rob wished he bad 

 been there to see. but 1 am willing to make all due allow- 

 ance for exaggeration so far as finning is concerned." 



"All joking aside, I am ready to admit that the angler 

 may somclinn .- give 11 roseate hue to his achievements, but it 

 is never beyond what, he truly feels and believes, for fisb 

 stories to the contrary, the angler has no more license to 

 draw the long bow than has the lover of any other sport; nor 

 does he, though he may be an enthusiast." ' 



"Vou surely don't wish me to understand, after your fish- 

 hook story, that the best of anglers don't stretch "ihe truth 

 and illy break it?" 



"What 1 mean to say, and do say. is that you nor I would 

 not vary from the truth were we talking of business in town 

 or sport in country. We would not be justified in either. 

 There are enough dissemblers, to use a mild term, without 

 our assistance. Angling is a gentlemanly recreation, re- 

 quirine'an inborn love of the exercise, masculine and sensi- 

 ble. To many it is a struggle for existence and becomes 

 Ashing, While to others it is a display of selfishness and 

 i 1. ii. r, and a proving that they are theoretical and prac- 

 tical hi igs, .vim Would never give a hint of any information 

 ie;. might acquire which would help their best friend to 

 .capture a fish which they themselves might otherwise 

 catch." 



"You will admit in your hear( all quietly to yourself that 

 the majority of anglers are rather disposed to tell big stories; 

 that they are lazy and shiftless, and all that sort of thing, 

 won't you!" 



"I'll admit nothing of the kind, not even to myself. Per- 

 haps fellows who go adishing aretoo often what vou describe, 

 but the angler i- a different person. The dav has passed for 

 Iii 11 1 1 beat the reputation of being lazy and' sbfftjees. The 

 class of men who have gradually eome to the front as votaries 

 and experts with the swaying rod has worked a marvellous 

 i: the estimation people hold of the sport. You 

 know the sayinc, "Tis not all of Ashing to catch fish.' 

 There are other reasons that prompt him to go to lake and 

 stream. Some, 1 know, go for a grand spree. Theirs are 

 familiar faces in poolrooms and at bars, where they will 

 chuck' dice with graceful (urns of the wrist, and, win or 

 lose, swallow its consequences with a 'smile;' but little or no 

 love have they for the melody of running waters, the placid 

 lake, the beauty of (he dawn", the prairie or the mountain, 

 nor for any of the sights ami sounds that gladden the eye and 

 ear of angler or hunter." 



The ideal sportsman is modest and reticent, except per- 

 :. among the genial enthusiasts anent the rod and 

 reel. "His may he a heart that every hour run.-, idle, yet 

 never puce hi gone ..-nay." His leanings are to everything 

 good in thought, in speech and action. His best loved sport 

 is unalloyed by any debasing tendencies. It involves a 

 healthy body, a calm mind and steady nerves. 



With him there is no spirit of rivalry, and if there were-, 

 still there would be no jealousy, no taking advantage in any 

 manner, no boasl'mg of bis achievements as an angler. He 

 modestly keeps his score to himself if it be a good one, and 

 does not exaggerate results if the trout have refused the 

 blandishment of the flies. Ill humor can never be numbered 

 among his foibles, nor can it be said of him "he sucks in 

 melancholy as a weasel sucks eggs." lie is an optimist, 

 idv.iv cheerful, and gives his companions the benefit of it. 



A little boy was asked if his papa feared the Lord. His 

 answer was "Yes. 1 think he does, for every Sunday morn- 

 ing when he goes out he takes his dog and gun along." Our 

 spoil - men w ould scorn to do the like""of a Sunday." He. is 

 willing to devote one day in tin- week to thinking and thank- 

 In^ . and I ha I day he keeps sacred. 



He is appreciative of the beauties of nature. When the 

 horizon gleams, with Ihe coming of the uew day, and the 

 west is radiant with all the colors of the sky above the sun 

 set, when the lake is illumed with the silvery -been ol the 

 moon, or at mid-day when tree and cloud mid passing bird 

 ate pictured on it, when spring puts on her daintj maiden 



touchei , or autumn revels in her gorgeous hues, he sees in 

 nature something richer than anything in the world of ait. 

 The untiring warbling of the birds, the music of the duu- 

 i. t, vising in a Itiousand liquid notes, the golden 



buttercups. Ilicsli\ loiiref-iiie-nols, the daisies and violets, 

 Ihe sunshine broken into fragments as it conies stealing and 

 Shimmering through the leaves, are to him sources of ines 

 tunable pleasure, and he pays bis willing tribute to divine 

 goodnosi 



ON THE BARTIBOGUE RIVER. 



r J^HE BartJbogue is one of those famous streams which 



1 empty into the lower Miramiehi. Over the Tabusintac, 



chief of all New Brunswick trout rivers, the BartibOgue has 



one decided advantage in its greatci accessibility. It w" within 



a lew hours' drive of the towns of Chatham and Newcastle. 



i' 1 '. a ie Mayor early in June sea trout come in from 

 the gulf and work their way by gradual stages up most of 

 the smaller rivers draining 'the Miramiehi basin. Not all 

 these streams, however, do they look upon with equal favor: 

 there are several of special beauty which they never condes- 

 cend lo visit, But the Bartibogue is one fot which they 

 show a marked partiality, and as it is a delightfully unob- 

 structed stream, and affords easy wading almost everywhere, 

 sport with fresh run trout is gem-rally iml is.le.l l,v :, trip lo 

 its sunny valley. 



It is a profitable as well as honorable distinction to be the 

 first in the field, for the earliest risk are among the finest, and 

 are least discriminating in the matter of flies. Their favorite 

 for the first few days is a large red and tawny fly with white 

 wings. Later in the season, under the influence of fresh 

 water and civilization, they begin to evince more individuality 

 and capriciousness in their tastes, becoming much like any 



Ambitious, therefore, of being the earliest to greet the new 

 arrivals, on the 27th of last Mav a party of three, the writer 

 included, left Chatham at daybreak for the banks of the 

 Bartibogue. We represented three professions whom difficul- 

 ties arc never known to daunt — we were an editor, a politician 

 and a pedagogue — so that success of some sort would attend 

 our efforts might be deemed a foregone conclusion. A drive 

 of some ten miles through the white and misty morning, 

 which was fast breaking to blue and promising a day more 

 clear than we desired, brought us at last to a narrow, green 

 laue leading a tortuous mile or two through marshy grounds 

 to the river. By the bank we unharnessed and tethered our 

 horse, intending to make a day of it in this vicinity. Tin' 

 spot was one of the best on thc : stream for spring "fishing, 

 about a mile above "bead of tide," and we confidently antici- 

 pated a day of successful sport. 



The editor and the politician, whom for brevity we may- 

 designate Ed. and Pol., promptly got their laneewoods to- 

 gether and went to work with characteristic alat rity; while 

 I sat splicing my pet greenheart with great deliberation, in 

 no haste to wield it on new waters. }ly friends v. ere 

 ties of the stream, but 1 was a stranger to it. A stream 

 whose generosity we have experienced, whose friendship 

 we value, we approach with open cordiality: but for my own 

 part I confess to a feeling of reserve," 1 am loath to 

 make too ready advances, when coming in contact with 

 strange waters. However, Pol. had scarcely made a cast 

 ere he struck a half-pounder, and landed it. It was not a 

 sea trout, but an ordinary brown, and. as it turned out, a 

 solitary wanderer; but it straightway awakened my energies; 

 and 1 rushed into the fray. There was another rise at Fobs 

 feather, and he began insolently jeering at the Editor and the 

 Pedagogue; but it was only a chub this time, and we crowed 

 oyer his prompt humiliation. How thoroughly every square 

 inch of this famous pool was whipped, Ed, climbed into his 

 monstrous rubber trousers (he was a fastidious man. after 

 the manner of his kind, and dreaded wetting his feet), and 

 Wiided across the current to the left bank. Thence he cast 

 in all directions, but in train. ^Not another rise blessed our 

 vision. Then the eyes of Ed. and the Pedagof 

 opened to the dreadful fact, that for the first tunc on record 

 this pool had gone back on its reputation, and we made'o 

 move for fresh fields. But the Politician could not realize 

 it. He had never heard of such a thing as going back on 

 one's record, nor could dream of total depravity in a river of 

 the Bartibogue's standimr. He said it was our evil influence 

 that was paramount just then, and he would stay behind us. 

 When we should be gone he felt sure ill luck would vanish. 

 So we pitied him a little and then went away, aftet hiding 

 the dinner-basket. 



We traveled nearly a mile up the stream, now wading, 

 now footing it by land, not easting systematically, nil .-i p 

 ping here and there at noted points to prospect." Our bas- 

 kets did not long remain empty. That of Ihe Editor was 

 adorned with three small chub, mine with a six-inch trout 

 and 8 red-fin. We saved these trophies to propitiate our 

 deluded friend Pol. At length we sat down, faint at 

 heart, upon a rock, and after a minute investigation of the 

 case in all its bearings, we were forced to the conclusion 

 that our coming was a day too soon for the fair. We, as f 

 have implicitly stated elsewhere, were dauntless; neverthe- 

 less, as the bitter truth staved us in the face. I think I must 

 acknowledge we broke down. At last, with a world of 

 pathos in his voice, the Editor arose and moaned: "We'll 

 go back and eat some dinner. Then, if we're well enough, 

 we can drive down to bead of tide and have a Ii 1 He tJ j is 

 bass." So we began to retrace our steps down stream. 



It was easy watting with the current, anil we lost no lime. 

 But the stream at this season was high and turbulent, and 

 from the heedless, indifferent style of Ed.'s locomotion, 

 which was that of one who has lost bis relish for life, 1 be- 

 gan to dread some accident. At last it came. Ed.'s liesghl 

 was but five feet three, though his breadth ficiei h 



ample. His water-proof breeches, before mention, d, bad 

 been made for something more than a six-footer, so they 

 came well up under Ed.'s armpits. Here they were gathered 

 somewhat loosely, as their wearer bad no intention of being 

 submerged to that depth. Nevertheless, his lack of intuition 

 availed him not to prevent it. He was plunging forward 

 blindly, thinking of his uncaught trout, gnat speckled 

 beauties of two pounds, three pounds, three and a half 

 pouuds, may be, who knows! How, with well disguised 

 triumph he would have displayed them to the passengers on 

 the ferry! The appetizing breakfast of which he hud 

 dreamed' of for to-morrow, while a few splendid trophies of 

 his piscatorial skill were to have gone, with his compliments, 

 to grace the tables of his friends, 



Thus 1 interpreted his musing from the expression of his 

 face, when suddenly (here was a revolution. Ilismoutband 

 eyes opened very wide, his arms flew up, and he stood in a 

 hole filled with the chill current upabout his chin. I tilunged 

 to l,i- rescue, and together we struggled toward thcshorO. 

 But what was simplc'cnough while we moved in compara- 

 tively deep water became a problem as we got into the shal- 

 lows'. Ed.'s trousers held a great volume of the insidious 

 fluid, and as the outside water withdrew its .-uppon 

 grew almost immovable, owing to the weight they carried. 

 But he was finally trundled out upon the bank, when, well 

 anchored down by his ponderous pantaloons, bis dripping 

 arms piteously outspread, he looked the incarnation of woe. 

 But the editorial mind is ever fertile in expedients; tin inspi- 

 ration seized him and shone across his face in a spasm of 



