THE AMERICAN vSPORTSMAN'S JOURNAL. 



[Entered According to Act of Congress, in the year 1879, by the Forest and Stream Publishing Company, in the Office of the librarian of Congress, at Washington.] 



NEW YORK, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 1880. 



CONTENTS. 



AnsWEHS TO CORRESPONDENTS _ . _ 



AiiCnF.UV:— 



■ i . . i.ii; News Notes and Comments; A Comanche Bow: 

 An. ,thor Indian Bow 



Fish .in. I Ceeiio in Quebec; An AiluimiMe Scheme: Native 



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TTsu COKTtrBB:— 



f'isli I'lilinr.. )n Mas ichusettsi "SbLIi Parkin's " Hybrids: 



Whitofish for Luke Ontario 



G-a.mi: Hag and Gun:— 



Cuokiny Sen fowl: Long Island Sportsmen's Association ; 

 A NV-.i- L'.-i,,,-.Nlv:uiii. Club; Notes; Some Guns That 1 

 Uiu-ioimiHi; Shctottag Matches 



The Depleted Garni- of Long Island and Its Host oration: 



Mi-raion iii mil; Miirrulury Quail in ronns.y 1 vauia ; Mi- 

 gratory Quail in Virginia; 't'he New Jersey Law. 



■/.. :.. ..;: fiie New York Dos Show; Mr. M. P. McRoou's 

 Cocker Spaniel's; Ohio Fox-HbundB; In-Breeding; Notes.. 

 MisijF.i.i.ANX:— 



1'armaeiien ee and the Bang eley Circuit „. 



Naturax History:— 

 Win on' In Wyoming; About the Bohemian Warwing ; Young 

 Lire., in v,'i, ,,,,■; Uniform Nomenclature; Crows; Otters 

 Under the Ice ; What Martin Luthur Thought of the Spar- 



PucLisiii-.u's Department .... 



Tire Rifle:— 



Range and Gallery : Recoil ; A Georgia Hunter 



Bea akd River Fishing :— 

 Notes; Pine Bass Fishing; American Fishing Tackle Abroad: 



Snio ...p. ..-■ J. i .i i-l- oi '■ f la. Fishing: Fir and 



Trout; New Discoveries In Natural History. . 



Woman's Column:— 



Letters from Michigan and Pennsylvania 



Yachting ami Canoeing;— 

 The Business of The M.T.A.; Action of The S. F. T. C; 

 lachtiug Xews; The Uabiu Locker: Cruising in Chaleur 

 Bay ; Marine Art in Water Colors 



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OUR party, consisting of N. A. Roberts, F. Steven- 

 son, Jr., F. 8. Fay and the writer, left M on 



the morning of Aug. 19th, 1879, for the woods. At Boston 

 ■we purchased a round trip ticket for eighteen dollars, and 

 taking the eastern Railroad at 8.80 a.m., reached Port- 

 land at 13.20 p.m. At this place a portion of the train is 

 transferred to the Grand Trunk depot, thus avoiding ex- 

 pense of carriage across the city. At the Grand Trunk 

 depot, a fair dinner ia furnished for fifty cents, and at 2 

 p.m. the traveler resumes his journey, via the Grand 

 Trunk Railroad. Sixty-three miles takes him to Bryant's 

 Pond, where he arrives at 4.20 P.M., and there he finds a 

 coach in waiting to take him to Andover, twenty-one 

 miles. As soon as the coach is loaded we move onward, 

 and in a couple of hours' time we reach Rumford, eight 

 . i iand, where horses are changed, and we get a 

 very comfortable supper. After a half hour's delay the 

 driver cracks his whip, and we resume our journey in the 

 deepening twilight. Shortly after leaving Rumford we 

 move cautiously down the west bank of the Androscog- 

 gin River, but when we reach the border, look in vain 

 •jor a bridge. Before ns is a stream of some thirty rods 

 in width, with a brisk current, whose waters are dark 

 and threatening, and over which we are to be transport- 

 ed. There is no ferryboat, only a small floating wharf, 

 just large enough to hold a coach and four, but with no 

 safeguards. Without ado, however, the horses are 

 driven thereon, but there they are sure to stop. "Never 

 fear." gtfyfl the whip ; "they don't love the water any 

 more than you do." Fairly upon it, and the ferryman, 

 by means of ropes connecting with a large cable 

 tethered to either shore, draws the nose of the wharf up 

 to the cable, and the current setting against it, it starts 

 like a thing of life, and in a few minutes the horses dash 

 up 1 1 ie opposite bank. The sensation is both exciting and 

 agreeable. 



Evening is now fairly upon us, and we creep slowly 

 along in thedarkness thirteen miles further, overa rough 

 ami hilly, but picturesque, road, till we reach Andover, a 

 matter of three hours' journey, arriving usually from 9 

 to 9.30 p.m. At Andover are j two good hotels— the 



Andover House, the ancient hostelry, and French's, 

 lately built. 



From Andover to '-Arm of the Lake." on the Richard- 

 son (or " Welokenebacook") the distance is twelve miles, 

 hut ho Concord coach takes one there ; the road forbids, 

 for it ia rough, nigged and rocky, and it requires a. buck- 

 board to accomplish the journey. Leaving Andover at 

 8 a.m. you soon leave denuded lields behind, and plunge 

 into wooded lands, where tall and shapeless trees obscure 

 the sun and partially shutout the light of day. the only 

 opening visible being a rugged, narrow road, which winds 

 its sinuous course through the unbroken forest. 



About noon you emerge from the wilderness to find 

 yourself once more in the sunshine upon the borders of a 

 beautiful lake, the Welokenebacook, where, planting 

 yourself upon a rock or stump, you possess your soul in 

 patience, till in the distance you see a faint trace of smoke 

 rising heavenward, and soon the little steamer, the 

 Welokenebacook — a mere toy — approaches the landing. 

 An hour is spent after its arrival in "wooding up" and 

 getting things aboard ; then the little screw slowly worms 

 you across the lake to Middle Dam, four mfies distant in 

 miles and forty- five minutes in time. "Anglers' Retreat" 

 is the name of the new " hotel" that holds out its invita- 

 tion to receive you, and as there is no " opposition" house 

 here there are no vociferating haektucn clamoring in your 

 ears the various hotels they run for ; but you getT quietly 

 off the boat and pursue the even tenor of 'your way up a 

 long plank walk to the backwoods retreat* where 5 : ou are 

 kindly taken in charge lor the moderate sum of $1.50 per 

 day. The old Retreat has outlived its usefulness, and is 

 now falling to pieces from gradual decay. Worms find a 

 home in its rotting timbers, and horses and cattle find 

 protection from the inclemency of the weather beneath 

 its roof. What an ignoble use" to dedicate its historic 

 walls to ! How many a merry gathering have its tim- 

 bers witnessed! How many jolly songs and cheery 

 laughters have its primitive walls reechoed I 



Alas I never more will its dumb sides resound the 

 hearty jokes that went round in those early days when 

 few drank in the glories of this famous fishing ground. 

 But it is not my purpose to moralize, but to paint as 

 nearly as possible an accurate picture of this delightful 

 country ; and having reached this point in our journey 

 let me say, taking Middle Dam as the starting point, it is 

 my purpose to give practical information of time, dis- 

 tance and expense of making the Rangelev circuit, if I 

 may be allowed the figure of speech, and at the conclu- 

 sion of this article may be fotmd a compact summary 

 table for the scrap book of the sportsman. 



From Middle Dam there are two routes to Parmechenee, 

 viz., via Indian Rock, and the Megalloway. Having 

 chosen the latter my description will be by that way. 

 The old carry from Middle Dam to U in hagog— Cedar 

 Stump — has been abandoned, and the new carry now fol- 

 lows the old road about three miles, when it turns to the 

 northward and strikes the east arm of the Umbagog. five 

 and a half miles all told from Middle Dam. 



The steamer Diamond at present makes three trips 

 weekly, starting from Upton about 8 a.m. Tuesdays, 

 Thursdays and Saturdays, reaching the arm at 9 a.m., ; 

 thence to Errol Dam, and returning up river reaches 

 Brown's Farms, on the Megalloway, about noon, where 

 a comfortable spring wagon takes you to the farms, two 

 miles distant, for dinner. A buck board leaves M, D. each 

 steamer day at 7 a.m. The road is very rough and 

 rocky and you ride for $1 or walk, as you choose, send- 

 ing your luggage by buckboarcl at seventy-five cents per 

 100 pounds. If you ride, the fare of $1 includes the car- 

 rying of your luggage. 



At Brown's Farms you make a bargain to carry you to 

 Fred. Flint's camp, at the head of Ariscoos Falls," seven 

 miles, or previously arrange for boats to meet you at 

 Brown's and pull to the foot of the falls and then carry 

 around. The former is the better way. Five dollars took 

 our party and luggage from Brown's to Flint's. From 

 Brown's to foot of fails the road is good, but the carry 

 around the falls is very bad, and luggage must be taken 

 across on a buck and you must walk or take a terrible 

 jolting. 



You reach Flint's usually late in the afternoon, and if 

 wise you tie up here for the night, for you will find a 

 comfortable dwelling of modern pretensions — neat, com- 

 fortable beds and a good table, with plenty of milk, for 

 Fred, keeps a cow, and 1 can vouch that she gives rich 

 milk. Terms, $1.50 per day for sportsmen and $1 for 

 guides. 



At 6.30 a.m., Aug. 33d, we shoved our boats into 

 the current, aud the strong arms of our guides began 

 pulling US up the Megalloway. The river at this point is 

 some eight or ten rods wide, with no perceptible current 

 upon the surface, yet with a strong undertow. Four 

 miles the hour is called " good time." and as the distance 

 to the foot of the Little Megalloway— where you dis- 

 embark — is thirty-three miles, it's a pretty good day's 

 work to make the river in one day from Flint's Camp, 



The points of interest between" Flint's and the Little 

 Megalloway. i. u., the fishing points, are, from point to 

 point : — Flint's to Beaver Brook, two miles ; Parker Hill 

 Pond Eddy, two miles ; Bog Brook, one tuile ; Narrows, 



four miles ; Hunter's Camp, five miles ; Lower Metallic 

 Pond, one mile ; Foot of Meadows, four miles ; Upper 

 Metallic Pond, five miles ; Head of Meadows, five miles ; 

 Foot of Little Megalloway, four miles ; total, thirty-three 

 miles. 



As we were anxious to make Danforth's Camp by 

 nightfall we omitted fishing en route, and at 13.45 p.m. 

 we fotmd ourselves at a camping spot near the Upper 

 Metallic, twenty-four miles from Flint's. Tethering our 

 boats to the bushes on shore, we disembarked and soon 

 had a fine kettle of tea steeping over a brush fire. Tea, 

 by i'i. way. is the nectar of the guides ; give them plenty 

 of meat and they will pull as long as the oars hold out ; 

 and right here is a good time, while we are waiting for 

 the pot to boil, to say a kind word for our guides, John 

 Eastman and John Olsen, both faithful, trustworty and 

 reliable guides, and thoroughly familiar with this section 

 of tho country ; ever willing to do all that is required 

 and strictly temperate in their habits, both denying the 

 use of ardent spirits. While waiting for steam to get up 

 — in the teapot — we visited Metallic Pond to look for 

 deer ; we saw a fresh trail, but the deer which made it 

 was non est, so as the law " was on " we didn't shoot him. 

 After a hasty, but by no means light lunch, we resumed 

 our boats, and lighting our pipes, drunk in the beauties 

 of nature as we lazily and dreamily puffed our way up 

 stream. A word about the Megalloway. It is what might 

 be termed a flat, lazy stream, with clear and creeping 

 waters, bordered on either hand by low lands thickly 

 covered with spruce, tamarack, hemlock, etc., mostly 

 soft wood. Its course is very crooked, and it often 

 " boxes the compass " in a half-mile run. This, added to 

 the wild, rugged aspect of the surrounding country, gives 

 a touch of romance to the journey. 



Resuming our journey we find"nothing of special im- 

 portance to interrupt our dreamy thoughts till we arrive 

 within three-fourths of a mile of the landing. Here we 

 encounter rapids too strong to stem with loaded craft, bo 

 we leave our luggage to the care of our guides and find 

 our way along a well beaten path near the river, while 

 our guides pole up the boats. A delay of some thirty 

 minutes is occasioned by the rapids and we again embark, 

 but only to make about" one-fourth of a mile, when we 

 find ourselves, at 3.30 p.m., at the foot of the Little Me- 

 galloway, thirty miles from Fred. Flint's, and our jour- 

 ney's end by water. Spiked to a tree hard by you will 

 find these words : — 



" For it team to cross the carry lire two shots, and on betas an- 

 swered tire two more. 0. S. FLINT. 



Elevating our double-barrelled Parker at an angle of 

 45 degrees, we fired in quick succession two shots of 

 buck, then attentively listened, when, after a little, 

 through the branches of the tall forest trees came the 

 sharp crack of a rifle, when again we gave two more, and 

 in less than thirty minutes there came lumbering down 

 upon us an ordinary stone drag, drawn by a dilapidated- 

 looking horse, which presented the appearance of an ani- 

 mal fed upon the provender of the country, brush. But, 

 nil imporie, he took our truck safely over the cany, four 

 miles, to Parmechenee Lake, at the modest charge of five 

 dollars, while we made the same on foot in one hour and 

 ten minutes. The carry, after leaving the Megalloway, 

 takes a westerly course for about one half mile, where 

 you reach " Spoff Flint's Camp," or G. S. Flint's, which 

 is situated on the border of "Sunday Pond," which he 

 has stocked with trout for the entertainment of his 

 guests. His camp is a comfortable one, and, on dit, he 

 sets a very good table. At this point the carry turns 

 northward, and three and one half miles further," over a 

 comfortable but somewhat hilly path, you reach the 

 south border of Parmechenee. At the termination of the 

 carry is erected a flag-staff which boasts a white flag of 

 peace. Quickly to the pinnacle we hoisted the emblem, 

 and in a few moments our eyes were gladdened by the 

 sight of a rninature speck a mile and a half up the lake, 

 which upon appoach proved to be a boat to take us to 

 "Camp Caribou," the name with which John S. Danforth 

 has christened his wilderness lodge. In twenty minutes 

 we were all safely stowed, and in twenty more we moored 

 our boat at his wharf, just as the hands of our watches 

 had passed the figure which divides 5 from G P.M. 



We were greeted by our old guide with an enthusi- 

 asm which awakened the pleasant memories of four 

 years ago, when we first penetrated this section, and 

 before any lodge disturbed the quiet of its waters. The 

 cool breeze of the lake, after our hasty doing of the 

 carry, sent a slight chill through our frames, and we 

 were right glad upon stepping into the lodge to find 

 a merry white birch fire blazing upon the iron hearth 

 i i -fashioned Franklin; and after the usual in- 

 troduction to the brothers of the rod present we made 

 ourselves at home before the genial fire glow. A short 

 history of Danforth and his camp I am sure will not 

 prove uninteresting at this time. 



Some four years ago "Johnny Danforth" conceived 

 the idea of planting his foot in this beautiful and se- 

 questered spot, and to that end set about erecting his 

 cabin on the shores of this mountaiu-bemmetl lake; 

 but ere he had it inclosed against the elements of the 

 fast-approaching winter a voice of authority stayed his 



