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FOREST AND STREAM. 



\Jvly 10, 1884. 



Game Prosecutions.— The New York Association for 

 the Protection of Game has for some time past been pushing 

 vigorously in a quiet way a number of important _ suits. 

 "We have a number of cases on band at present," said the 

 partner of Mr. Whitehead, secretary of the Association, to a 

 WereM reporter the other day, "the most important being 

 the New York Association for the Protection of Game 

 against the Washington Street Warehouse Company (Lim- 

 ited). No. 173 Washington street, this city. The detectives 

 of the Association discovered that the warehouse company 

 had in its possession a very large number of quail. On 

 April 18 a search warrant was procured, it probably being 

 the first one of the kind ever granted. Our men found in 

 I lie cellar of No. 173 Washington street seven barrels of 

 quail. The birds were marked 'poultry.' Each contained 

 3?4 quail, there being 2,618 birds altogether. As tkejine is 

 $25 each bird, the penalty would amount to $65,450. It 

 was. however, thought expedient to only sue on 200 quail 

 for the sum of $5,000. The suit comes up in the Supreme 

 Court," The other suits are against sundry dealers in this 

 citv. They are brought in the City Court, in this city, in 

 the name of Robert B. Roosevelt, who is the president of 

 the Association. They are as follows : Charles E. Nauss, 

 No. 87 Second avenue, 60 quail; penalty, $1,500. Charles 

 Kolz, No. 1,412 Third avenue, 19 quail and 5 prairie chick- 

 ens; penalty, $600. Ed. Eckard, No. 37 Bond street, 10 

 quail, 2 hares and 11 rabbits; penalty, $575. Frederick 

 Ptluger, No. 949 Sixth avenue, 48 partridges; penalty, 

 $1,200. Isaac Steigerwald, No. 199 First avenue, 19 quail; 

 penalty, $450. Henry Steckler, Second avenue and Seven- 

 ty-third street, 2 partridges; penalty, $50. 



Manitoba.— Ottawa, June 23.— Editor Forest and Strewn: 

 In your "Answers to Correspondents," in your issue of June 

 19, 1 notice that you say "the word Manitoba is pronounced 

 with the accent on the last syllable, Manitoba, the final a 

 having the same sound of a in father." That is the French 

 mode ef pronouncing the word, but it is not the correct one. 

 Indian words are not subject to the rules of either French or 

 English pronunciation. Manitoba is an Indian, not a French 

 word, and according to aboriginal accentuation, the orthodox 

 method of pronouncing it' is Manito'ba, with the accent 

 strongly marked on the penultimate. This would seem to 

 be the case also with all Indian words of more than three syl- 

 lables. For instance, Stadaco'na, Donnaco'na, Monongahe'la, 

 Hockela'ga, Osceola, Caughnawa'ga, Susquehanna, Mada- 

 was'ca, Pctawa \va, Powantona'mo, Catara'qui, Ononda'ga, 

 Ttiseuro'ra, Winnebago, and so on, ad infinitum. Aswillbe 

 seen, according to this arbitrary rule of American aboriginal 

 accentuation, the home of the Manitoo, or the land of the 

 Great Spirit, omrhl; to be pronounced Manito'ba, As an ini- 

 tiated member of the Algonquin tribe of North American 

 Indians, I have ventured to take exception to what 1 con- 

 sider and know to be an error.— Wah-bah-mi-mj (Anglice, 

 the White Bird). 



Obegon Game Abxinda^t. —Cove, Oregon, June 23.— 

 Prospects for abundance of game and fine shooting were 

 never better than they are for this fall. Innumerable young 

 ducks— mallards and bluewing teals principally— are sport- 

 ing in the slouuhs and river, numerous flocks of a dozen 

 each of young sbarptail grouse are met with in the meadows, 

 while young geese not yet able to take wing scurry away to 

 hide themselves in the tall slough grass. Along the foothills 

 and in the mountains, young blue grouse are as abundant as 

 they were ever known to be before. After all they are the 

 game par excellence. Large, strong flyers and lying well, 

 also unsurpassed on the table, they afford exquisite pleasure 

 in their pursuit and much joy for "the inner man. Last week 

 the railroad was finished into this valley — the Grand Ronde, 

 and doubtlessly sportsmen from abroad will be attracted 

 thither by the large and varied game supplies. "Duck shoot- 

 ing commences Sept. 1, and then almost any species may be 

 found excepting wood ducks and canvas-backs. "Boone" 

 is at fault when he says sage hens never eat grain, I have 

 shot them in barley fields and found grain in them upon 

 opening the birds. Of course they subsist principally upon 

 the sage.— J. G. S. 



A Trophy. — 1 am the happy possessor of the mounted 

 head of a black-tailed deer, which has a set of antlers I think 

 hard to beat. There are twelve prongs on the left horn and 

 thirteen on the right, This buck was killed in Middle Park, 

 Colorado, last fall, and was a Christmas present from my 

 brother.— C. G. Ferry. 



Faribault, Minn. — The outlook for chicken shooting is 

 splendid, Large numbers of old chickens left from last 

 year's shoot ; and the spring has been very favorable for 

 hatching, every one anticipates good shooting.— R, E. S. 



Deer in California. — The close season for male deer 

 expired on Monday, June 30. Male deer may be shot in the 

 months of July, August, September, and October. Does 

 and spotted fawns must not be shot at any season of the year. 



§nmp <g ir $ SticfoWS 8 * 



■'That reminds me." 



125. 



In the early days of the Western Reserve, when wolves 

 w T ere more numerous than settlements, a man by the 

 name of Guild, living not a thousand miles from Geauga 

 county, had occasion to go to mill, some four miles distant, 

 — the only road being a trail through the woods — and not 

 being the fortunate owner of a horse, had to pack his own 

 grist. Returning late in the afternoon had got within about 

 half a mile of home when on happening to lookback he saw 

 two wolves some twenty rods away, following his track. 

 Off went the grist and up a tree he started, calling for help 

 till he made the woods ring. His father and brother, who 

 were working near the house, hearing the cry, each taking a 

 gun hastened to the rescue. As they came up a little rise of 

 ground near the source of all this noise the sight that met 

 their eyes was one not soon to be forgotten. There the fel- 

 low was bare-headed and every hair on end, with arms and 

 legs tight clasped around a tree, sitting flat on the ground, 

 and the wolves squatted on their haunches some ten rods 

 away evidently enjoying the sport. Tamarack. 



East Bloomfield, O. 



High Point, N. G, June 35.— The outlook for quail is 

 excellent. I think w r e shall have three times as many birds 

 here this year as we had last season. — A. E. S. 



Maryland Quail.— Cecil County, July 4. — The quail 

 wintered well and there is promise of fine shooting when the 

 season opens.— T. 



FISH LINES. 



Editor JTvresi and ■stream: 

 I send you herewith twelve rhymes. WUl you publish the rhymes 



and ask your readers to fill in the blank spaces; and send to me, in 



care of your office. Here they are: 



—hole 



—pole 



—out 



—trout 



—sky 



-fly 



—sheen 



— green 



— flash 



—splash 



—pool 



-fool. 



Meat-Hawk. 



hz mtd Bitter 



A MID-SUMMER LAKE SCENE. 



ONE sultry afternoon in July I was Ashing in a boat on 

 Lake Onaway, a feyv rods from the south shore. At 

 about 5 o'clock the heavens became overcast, and for a few 

 moments I was in the midst of a heavy shower. Soon the 

 clouds opened, and the sun, just over the peak of old Bear 

 Stone Mountain in the west, shone out in its full splendor. 

 At the eastward arises the majestic Mt. Benson, covered 

 with a forestry of varied hues, and a gorgeous and resplend- 

 ent rainbow encompassed its huge form, the reflection of 

 which extended down into the clear and shining lake at its 

 foot, making a perfect circle of the bright and fascinating 

 arch above. 



It was without question the most beautiful sight that I 

 ever beheld, and the most indifferent person could not have 

 viewed it without experiencing feelings of awe and rever- 

 ence for such sublime and wonderful handiwork of nature, 

 suggestive of thought which carries one's mind into an un- 

 fathomable realm, bounded by the unknown and the myste- 

 rious. 



Although the salmon were not abundant on that bright 

 and glorious summer's day, yet the scene to which I have re- 

 ferred made a deep impression upon me, and was the source 

 of more real enjoyment than the best string of fish that I ever 

 caught. And this suggests the idea oft repeated by summer 

 pastime writers that the true angler is not confined to "fisher- 

 man's luck" for pleasure and happiness while on his solitary 

 tours. If the fish persistently refuse his proffered artifices 

 and do not recognize his earnest efforts in their behalf, he is 

 ever patient and forbearing, and being a true and faithful 

 worshiper at the shrine of nature, he is always surrounded 

 by that which affords true pleasure, and is ever amid delight- 

 ful and pleasant objects, ever in an elysium as perfect as can 

 be known to any mortals. If he cannot continually catch 

 the wary and delicate trout for food in his festal forest camp, 

 he can every moment catch food for the best and most en- 

 nobling thoughts and gather inspiration from all about him. 



J. F. Sprague. 



Monson, Me., Dec. 81, 1883. 



PHILADELPHIA NOTES. 



IT was a great disappointment to those of our sportsmen 

 who had planned woodcock-shooting trips for the open- 

 ing day of the season to have had their sport ruined by the 

 late rains. Previous to these storms there had been a lengthy 

 dry period which concentrated many birds, drawing them to 

 the comparatively few feeding grounds that remained. The 

 storm that took place but a few days before the open season 

 so thoroughly scattered the woodcock that but very few 

 were found in places where they had been "spotted." The 

 rain which also visited our section yesterday finished the 

 work, so -that we can safely consider July shooting will be 

 of no account hereabouts. During June it was common to 

 hear at the gun stores "I know T where there are a dozen 

 birds waiting for me when the season opens," or some such 

 remark. These collected birds in almost every instance were 

 not found, or at least in not such numbers as before the rains. 

 The fall of water was a godsend to Mr. Longbiil, for he finds 

 feeding places now where he can be in a measure safe, Very 

 many "birds, however, were illegally shot in June. Of this 

 I wrote you at the time. 



Throughout our State the quail is everywhere whistling 

 his nesting note, "Bob White," and there is a good prospect 

 of a fair amount of birds for the fall, if the frequent rains 

 do not drown the broods. The fact that the majority of 

 the farmers begin to take an interest in the preservation of 

 the quail during the winter is telhng, and no doubt much of 

 this is the result of a word spoken here and there by the 

 sportsman himself, who now begins to find by paying a 

 nominal sum to Mr. Rusticus he can have shooting secured 

 for him. If our game laws and game protective societies do 

 not take care of the birds, each sportsman can accomplish 

 much with the farmer in the manner described. All that is 

 needed is to interest him if need be in a pecuniary way, and a 

 guardian is at once made. I once procured the finest of 

 quail shooting on three or four adjoining farms in a very 

 primitive section of Delaware by sending to each tenant for 

 two successive seasons, blue Kersey army overcoats, which 

 cost me but a trifle. I mention this as" an illustration of 

 what can be done, and would add every covey was saved 

 for me, and I did not begin shooting until late in Novem- 

 ber. 



The returning flight of bay birds from the North is looked 

 for this year about the 1st of August. The birds generally 

 show themselves from the 21st to the 25th of July, but this 

 spring they were late in coming, and will be correspondingly 

 tardy in appearing with their increase of family. 



Nowadays on the New Jersey coast all the shooting had 

 in the summer is at traveling birds, as they never stop longer 

 than a tide to feed, and one requires to have a good blind 

 and be able to whistle well or have a good whistler with him 

 to have shooting at all. I am now speaking of points north 

 of Atlantic City and south of Long Branch. 



There is every appearance that we are going to have a 



good crop of reeds along our river flats this year. In times 

 past this indicated corresponding good rail shooting, but of 

 late years it scarcely pays one to be pushed over the grounds 

 at either the Lazaretto or Chester, as but few rail are started, 

 twenty to thirty being considered a good bag. At Port 

 Penn or Morris River, however, rail are always numerous, 

 but it takes such a big tide to give successful shooting. 

 These freshets are not often hit when wc want them. 

 Philadelphia, July 5. HOMO. 



CAMPS OF THE KINGFISHERS. 

 Black Lake, Michigan.— IX. 



THE next morning it was agreed that I should fish alone 

 that day, and work over to the sandbank in the after- 

 noon, to bring Muller to camp in case he arrived. 



The ' 'calamity box" had been searched the evening before, 

 and two immense hooks fished out of its depths, which old 

 Ben "calculated were strong enough to yank the innards out 

 of a thrashin' masheen," and to each of these formidable- 

 looking "innards agitators" a chain a foot and a half long 

 was attached, made of No. 12 copper wire, also found in a 

 recess of the calamity box. To each of these chains a 

 hundred feet or more of trot line— a hard-twisted cotton 

 cord a quarter of an inch in diameter — was securely fastened, 

 and war was right there declared against the king maska- 

 longe of Black Lake, or any of his tribe. With one of 

 these persuaders the Deacon and one of the other boys took 

 their way up lake to look after the big fellow off the mouth 

 of Rock Creek, while I with the other one and a little white 

 boat started straight for Pickerel Reef, where Dan and I 

 had seen the chief of the tribe the day before. 



At the shore end of the reef I took four or five pickerel, 

 and selecting the smallest one of these— a three-pounder — 

 the big hook was passed through both jaws, and he was re- 

 turned to his native element alive, to be towed fifty or sixty 

 feet astern, a tempting morsel for the monarch of Black 

 Lake. The other end of the line was tied to the painter of 

 the boat and passed over the thwart, where eight or ten 

 yards of it were coiled within reach of my foot in the bottom 

 of the boat, ready to play out the instant the strike was felt. 



If that big maskalonge happened to be in that viciDity 

 hunting around for a little morning diversion, all he had to 

 do was to swallow that pickerel and the excitement would 

 begin at once without any preliminary flourishes. 



I had studied the points of the prospective battle all over 

 carefully beforehand, and was prepared to come out on top 

 or go to the bottom. 



The loaded rifle was laid in easy reach, at half cock, and I 

 had figured it out that if he had got the big hook tangled up 

 in his corporation we would have it nip and tuck over the 

 lake, for five or six hours, or until he was tuckered out, when 

 I would pull warily up to him, snatch up the rifle and send 

 a ball through his head. This, 1 flattered myself, would be 

 a move he would not be looking for, and I had my chuckle 

 over it in advance, like the Irishman who was going to have 

 "a bit av sphort wid the bull in the pashtur forninsf." 



It was a brilliant (?) conception, and it looks even better 

 on paper, as I write it, than it did there on the lake; and I 

 may say it would perhaps have been carried out had not the 

 contingency of Burns's line, "The best laid schemes o' mic«," 

 etc., wrecked the whole plan of the campaign. 



I rowed all around the reef for a mile and for three hours, 

 but the big fish had either changed his quarters or was too 

 smart to be fooled with a common pickerel lowing at the end 

 of a quarter-inch cord, aud I went back to the reef and plas- 

 tered up my wounded smartness by yanking out a dozen of 

 the snaky villains that claimed kinship with my bait, 



But it was another backset. 



The discomfiture of the Irishman when the bull tossed him 

 over the pasture fence wasn't a circumstance to my disap- 

 pointment in not running across the track of the great mas- 

 kalonge, and his remark w T hen he picked himself up that "it 

 was a foine thing he had his laugh first," seemed to just 

 about fit my case. 



The wind had been rising for the last half hour and was 

 now blowing a topsail breeze from the direction of Lake 

 Huron, causing the little boat to pitch up and down in a way 

 that made it hard to hold her anywhere and fish, and in half 

 an hour more nearly the whole face of the lake was covered 

 with white caps, and the waves were running so high that 

 fishing was out of the question. I reeled up and pulled across 

 the lake to the sandbank, and taking the rifle, went out to 

 the forks of the road to wait for brother Muller. I found the 

 "totem" shriveled and sun-dried so hard that they might 

 have served for "pickerel clubs" to knock their brethren on 

 the head with, but otherwise undisturbed. I listened for 

 the sound of a wagon, but hearing nothing save the whistl- 

 ing wind, I strolled down the road a half mile, and turning 

 off to the right, made a wide circuit tlirough the aspens and 

 patches of low bushes aud huckleberries scattered over the 

 plains, and back to the forks of the road again — just in the 

 humor after the morning's experience to fight anything, from 

 a chipmunk up to a 600-pound bear, aud I have no doubt 

 that, had a deer jumped up within range, I would have 

 taken a shot at it out of a spirit of pure cussedness. Noth- 

 ing had, however, appeared in sight on which to vent my 

 spleen, and I stretched out in the shade of a young pine and 

 studied over various schemes to capture the big fish until 

 nearly 3 o'clock in the afternoon, when, concluding that 

 Muller had given up the trip, I went back to the boat aud 

 pulled along under the lee of the shore where the water was 

 quiet to the mouth of the little stream near the Hughes camp. 



And, lest some readers who always want to know every- 

 thing that happens may think it has been a long time be- 

 tween drinks, I will record it here that I got out and took a 

 long drink of "clear, cold, sparkling, spring water," and be- 

 fore stepping back into the boat the draught was repeated. 



All along this shore for nearly a half mile out the water 

 was comparatively smooth, it being protected from the force 

 of the wind by the woods and hill just back, but outside of 

 this line the whole lake was a sheet of foamy white caps and 

 tumbling waves rolling four and five feet high. From this 

 point the wind blew nearly straight across to our camp. 

 Hooking a dead pickerel onto the big hook I let out tne 

 whole length of the trout line and was soon plunging along 

 through the foam at a pace that would have loosened the 

 eye teeth of any maskalonge in the lake had he closed his 

 jaws over that pickerel and the big hook. 



The little boat sat low in the water, but she behaved well 

 in the rough seas and I was having a glorious ride, when, 

 happening to glance in the direction of the sandbank I saw 

 a wreath of blue smoke outlined against the hill, and I knew 

 six feet of the Kingfisher club was there w-ondering how he 

 was to get "across the stormy water," and it did not take 

 long to make it out that he had come just at the wrong time. 

 It would not do to leave him there over night without shel- 



