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[Entered According to Act of Congress, In the Year isre, by the Forest & Stream Publishing Company, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.] 



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NEW YORK, THURSDAY, MAY 22, 1879. 



FANNY MeKEE MARYE! 



There Is hi Ueulcla, California, a little monument Inscribed, " Fanny 

 McKee Marye, a Noble Greyhonud, Died May 25, 1871." 



A WAY on the straits of Carqulnez stands 

 ■"• A plain rock. Ivy-entwined, 

 A simple tribute of loving hands 



To a memory there enshrined ; 

 It marks the grave of a noble dog 



Who came from over the sea, 

 The spirit of beauty and grace and love, 



Called '■ Fanny McKee Marye." 



Ah ! well I remember the horn and cheer 



He echoing clear and wide, 

 To summon the boys from afar and near 



All over the country side ; 

 "They were rough, wild men, but brave and true, 



No manlier ever were born, 

 Who folJow'd the hounds with Fanny In lead 



At the merry bright sound of the horn. 



At Sawn the glow on Diablo's brow, 



And the purple at ev'ning's gloam, 

 Are seen in my dreams full often now, 



When I visit my sunset home; 

 And I wake with a sigh from the sunny land 



With its carpet of aowers and streams, 

 And long for the slumber that carries me back 



To the boys and old Fanny In dreams. 



Then All np your glasses with glorloua wine, 



Let us drink to the days gon e by, 

 Their memory e'er 18 a golden mine 

 Of pleasure which never can die ; 

 .and when we're aroused on the final morn 



By the sound of our last reveille, 

 May we hear the sweet notes of a spirit horn 

 Calling Fanny McKee Marye I 



— Toch Keane. 



For Forest and Stream and Bod and Chin. 



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IT was noon, 1>ut not dinner-time, before we could get 

 through the locks at Sault Ste. Marie. We had been 

 ready by breakfast to leave, but the shipping seemed all go- 

 ing down while we wanted to go up; so that in our fishing 

 costume— which is more useful than ornamental— we were 



compelled to lounge wearily about the docks and wait for 

 steamer or other craft going our way. 



At last the good steamer Winslow, Captain Wilkins, came, 

 and getting close under her stern, we went through the 

 locks with her. Captain Wilkins is soft-hearted toward fish- 

 ermen, and, as we passed into the upper level, he threw us 

 a line, with the injunction to cast off when we were ready, 

 and took us in tow. 



The day was delightful. There was apparently a light 

 breeze from the northwest, but as we rounded the Point of 

 Pines, and met it full in our faces, it seemed fresh enough ; 

 and as Weiska Bay widened out, and we got well past 

 Round Island, the wind became too stiff for comfort. 

 Our boat was good and staunch, but as we went on toward 

 the broad lake the wind increased to almost a gale, and the 

 seas pounded our bows with alarming force. Things began 

 to grow interesting, and between Cros Cap and Iroquois 

 Point Light we concluded we had better cast off the line 

 and trust to our oars before getting too far out in the rising 

 sea. The voyageurs then took manfully to the oars, and for 

 two or three good hours it required strength, courage and 

 skill on their part before we were safely landed on Qros 

 Cap Island. About five o'clock the wind began to die away, 

 and by the time we landed the wind had almost ceased, but 

 the sea was still heavy. We tried the rods, however, and 

 then the spoon — the latter with such success that an eight- 

 pound lake trout graced our table at supper. 



We had a delightful night, for the wind had blown most 

 of the mosquitoes off the island, and the air soon became too 

 cool for what were left. 



Morning came soon enough, even in the shadow of Gros 

 Cap, for we went to bed tired with the labor and excitement 

 of the day, and sleep was welcome. After breakfast we 

 started, with the lake like a mirror, although the swell broke 

 noisily upon the rocky shores. The wind sprung up soon, 

 however, and after a little flirtation with us, so we were ca- 

 joled into hoisting our sails, it settled down squarely dead 

 ahead. Off to the west we could see many a craft crowding 

 all sail to get down to Sault Ste. Marie with their favoring 

 wind. 



It was with many hours' hard pulling that we reached 

 Maple Island, a beautiful island just off the mouth of the 

 Bachewana Bay ; and the men being pretty well fagged, we 



made camp there. The shores of the island are strewn with 

 bouldere, and there is said to be fine fishing there sometimes. 

 Cerlainly, the bottom is favorable for trout, but on this only 

 time lever tried it nothiDg rose to my fly. I do not doubt 

 that fine trout are taken there. But on this occasion the 

 shore was so strewn with logs, rolling and tossing with every 

 wave, that the fishing may have been affected by it. The 

 year before, during a storm on the lake, a tug, having in 

 tow an immense raft, was caught in so fierce a storm that 

 she had to cut and run. The raft broke up, and the logs 

 went everywhere. They lay so thick along the shores that 

 F., with boyish enthusiasm, went jumping from one to 

 another clear around the island, touching the ground but 

 once at an exposed point. And I may say in passing, that I 

 have seen the logs from that raft (at least, I presumed so) 

 scattered all along the lake shores. I have seen Ihem in 

 Black and Nepigon Bays, at Pays Plat, and from Pic Island 

 to Sault Ste. Marie. Their frayed and rounded ends show 

 their travels and bruises. I have seen them on exposed 

 beaches twelve to fifteen feet above the ordinary lake level. 

 The Indians along the coast say they came from a raft which 

 went to pieces a few years ago. 



The smoke of our fire, it must be admitted, helped our 

 slumbers that night. There were some mosquitoes, and .the 

 night was not cool enough to still their songs. Yet we slept 

 well. In the morning we found the wind still ahead, but 

 we took some consolation from the assurances of Michel 

 that the next day we should have a change. We went on, 

 however, a few miles, taking several fine lake trout with the 

 spoon as we went, and camped on the shore of Pancake Bay. 

 Off one of the points we took some fine trout, but the sea 

 was almost too rough for pleasant fishing. We took the 

 bare rock for a tent floor, and upon beds of spruce boughs 

 we slept well. We would not venture into the thicket, for 

 we remembered our disastrous engagements with the sand 

 flies on former occasions there. 



The morning came, with rather a fresh ;south wind, and 

 stopping only long enough to breakfast, we soon reached 

 Maimunse Point. We found a party of two boat-loads 

 there. They had taken on the way a good many medium- 

 sized trout— perhaps I ought not to use that term, for it may 

 mean different things to different persons. To a North Shore 

 fisherman it means from one to two pounds ; small trout are 



FLY FISHING. -Height of the SuABWMJBAm Mr. Spider weaves his filmy lines and takes a hand in-nbveb had such luck beforb-nok 



BEHIND— AND ALL ABOUND. 



