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(west of the city), and of the Case residence on Rockwell 

 street, up to the 'time of Leonard Case's death. 



Stoughton Bliss w&S prominent in the old military organi- 

 zation—the Grays and Artillery— and at the breaking out of 

 the war did good service in the work of organizing troops. 



D, W. Cross is known as the ardent lover of all sports in 

 the realm of the rod and eon. He is a genial expert in all 

 these matters, as his published wiitings show. 



We have spoken or the attraction which The Ark had for 

 outsiders of tastes similar to those of its oldest frequenters. 

 After a. while there was an established set of these who, with- 

 out being "members" in the strict, were yet so practically. 

 The following is believed to be a correct list of those known 

 as "outside members" of The Ark: Hon. Emorv D. Potter, 

 of Toledo, O ; Maj -Gen. James A. Potter, U/S. A.; Gen- 

 eral John Pierce, Denver, Col.; L. M, Hubby, Thomas 

 Winch, E A. Brown, O. A. Skeels, John Proudfoot, house 

 painter and poet; Mr. Stevenson, Levi Kerr, T. Kelley 

 Bolton, T. N. Bond, John Williamson, 0. C. Scovill, 

 Stephen Remington, Henry C Gay lord, E. S Flint, John 

 Shelley, John A. Wheeler," George H. Russell, James Fitch, 

 L. Austin, Mr. Pettibone, Basil Spangler, William Rattle, 

 Gen. James Barnett, William Cushing. 



An anecdote or two will not be inappropriate — we wish 

 we had more material of the kind: One evening, in the late 

 fall, William Case wanted to use the round tables in The 

 Ark lor snme scientific purpose, but found White and Bond 

 absorbed in a game of chess at the side, and Scovill, Bliss, 

 Leonard Case and Cross at the center table, oblivious to 

 everything but a game of whist. With his usual suavity and 

 politeness William requested the players to yield the tables 

 to himself and Captain Ben for a few minutes. No one 

 moved. The request was repeated; not. a move, Case 

 looked at them sharply for a moment; then, turning toward 

 the door, said, with a slightly sarcastic emphasis, "Good 

 evening, gentleman. I will wait until you get through." 

 He had not been gone long before all begem to smell smoke, 

 and soon the room was suffocatingly' tilled with it, in 

 spite of various attempts at a remedy, Just then William 

 Case's twinkling eyes were seen at the window, succeeded 

 by the sound of his retreating footsteps as the crowd made 

 for him. Captain Ben hastily climbed to the roof, removed 

 a board from the top of the chimney, The Ark was aired, 

 and the games went on. 



William Case's tenacity of purpose in the pursuit of his 

 favorite science was proverbial. Once, with a companion, 

 late in April, he was gunning up the river in search of speci- 

 mens, when he suddenly espied a phalarope — a rare "wader." 

 He at once began to stealthily approach the bird, when sud- 

 denly it flew across the river and into the woods. Nothing 

 daunted, Mr. Case adopted this desperate plan: Looking 

 around till he found a log upon which he could rest his gun, 

 he stripped, swam the river — pushing the log before him — 

 and disappeared in the forest. After a while the reporr, of 

 a gun was heard, and soon the gunner reappeared, bird in 

 hand, swam back to his friend, donned his clothes, and 

 went on with the hunt as though nothing had happened. 



William Case's dog was named Old Guide. It was wonder- 

 fully trained in all field work. One pleasant day, in the 

 spring following the smoke-out, the Arkites were lounging 

 about the front of the house, when Leonard Case suddenly 

 espied William's wallet protruding slightly from his trousers 

 pocket. -It was quietly abstracted and passed from hand to 

 hand to the rear of the group, and hidden under some litter 

 of the room. Then Leonard happened to want a little money 

 for marketing, but was "broke." Several offered to lend 

 him, but William told them to put up their money, and 

 placing his hand on his pocket, said : "Here * * '* *" 

 The "loss" was discovered. Suspecting a joke, he began to 

 search the innocents, but without result. Then espyina Old 

 Guide he made him understand by signs that something was 

 missing, and, after holding his nose to the pocket, and order- 

 ing him to search, the dog immediately went to work, "ran 

 down" the pocketbook and returned it to its owner. 



If William Case's name appears in this "history" more 

 than others, it must be remembered that he was the founder, 

 the master and the soul of The Ark. 



A MODERATE CHARGE. 



t<» TESS, how was't about that man— 'scursioner, you 

 fj know, 'at nigh got kicked out'n the boat that time?" 



"Well," said Jess, taking three or four puffs at his pipe 

 and rising to throw another log on the fire, "that was— haw, 

 haw — that was oae o' them 'xcursiouaiy fellers. Pooty good 

 sort o' feller, too; didn' care nothiu' for nionejr, I jedge. by 

 the way he slungit around. He warnt no hunter, neither, 

 but he'd brought a gun— a 12-bore— one o' them Stevens's 

 single barrels, but hadn't brought no cartridges to fit it. The 

 only breechloadin' shotgun around these parts in them days 

 belonged to Mr. K., and 'twas a 10 bore. He'd furnish No. 

 10 catridges 'f them 'd do auy good, but wouldn't lend his 

 gun to nobody. So the man was kinder blocked at fust, 

 kinder reckoned on gittin' a lot o' ducks to make a big show 

 with down to Elk Rapids, and he wanted me to row him. 1 

 sat and thought a minnit— we hadn't nothin' but rifles nigh 

 hand— 'n' then I thought o' Bill M.'s gun, 'n says I, T guess 

 I can fix ye.' So I sent the boy up to Bill's and he lent him 

 the gun. You've seen it, 1 reckon— a reg'lar old blunder- 

 buss, 8 bore, and cut down to about twenty-eight inches. 

 Bill said if you cocked both bar'ls to be sure and pull off 

 the left 'n' fust, otherways they'd both go to once. 



"Well, we started, and the man was awful good-natured, 

 seein' he 'xpeeted some tall shootin', for 1'dlold him the' 

 was lots o' ducks up river. Shore enough, when we come 

 to the fust mash, they b'gun t' git up, right 'fore the boat, 

 V he b'gun ter bang away. I loaded for him, but he couldn't 

 hit nothin', and after awhile he says, says ho, 'You don't 



kep complainin' (though I see well enough he couldn't shoot), 

 'n' at last, seein' he was a complainin' so much, V the 

 ducks didn't come down, 'n' I was a gittin' kinder mad, I jest 

 shoved in two topfuls inter each bar'I. He cocked both 

 on 'em V 't warnt three minits 'fore along come the all- 

 bustinest lot— nice ones, now I tell ye— 'n' he— they warnt 

 more'n four rods off —he jest up gun, kinder cool'V car'- 

 ful, like he meant to git some on 'em, 'n' onhitched. I 

 thought I'd heard noises afore when I was in the army, 'u' I 

 hev seed some scatterations one way 'n' another in my time but 

 when that old carnon went off you'd a thought the' was forty 

 full batteries o' ten-pound Parrotts aboard that 'ere skiff. The 

 ducks didn't come down— not the derned one— but they iest 

 scattered f'r all they was wutb. V the old gun flew over 

 back'ards, 'n' upsot the man, 'n' the skiff dipped, 'n' the feller 

 hollered 'Ow-w-w,' 'n' grabbed a oar to save lusself, V let go 



the gun 'n souse that went, muzzle down, but I ketch t it 

 'fore it farly slid out'n the boat. It took that feller some 

 minits to git righted V rub the powder out'n his eyes, an' 

 says he, 'Jess, you must a' overloaded that ere gun.' T 

 reckon not,' says I. 'You kep' a tellin' ou me to powder 

 up, but 's far 's I ken reelect, I bed in a very moddit charge. 

 But I'll tell ye,' says I, 'where ther trouble was,' V I showed 

 him the gun. 'You pulled on the right bar'I fust, V they 

 both went.' 'By jimminy,' says he, T b'lieve you're right. 

 But that ere gun kicks awfie. I guess the ducks is scartered 

 now,' says he, ' n' I don't b'lieve we'll git auy more to night ' 

 We hadn't got the fust one y it, but I see he was a-gittin' 

 oueasy, 'n' 'twas a' most grub time, 'a! we pulled out for home. 

 "Next moruin' he was up bright 'n' early to ketch the 

 Queen for Elk Rapids. He didn't have no ducks to take 

 down though. He was a gentleman, I must say, for he paid 

 his bill, V never said a word; but, some ways, he was the 

 derndest fool I ever see." Kelpie. 



Central Lake, Mich., May 26, 1885. 



Reaping^ Mass., May 24. — A new society has been organ- 

 ized here, known as the "Farmers' and Mechanics' Fish and 

 Game Association of Reading." The object of this Associ 

 ation is to collect and diffuse practical information concern- 

 ing the game fishes and game birds of Massachusetts, and to 

 secure to the people their rights in the same. To attain this 

 object the Association proposes: 1. To ascertain and pub- 

 lish the breeding time of said fishes and birds. 2. To aid in 

 regulating by law the close and open time for fishing and for 

 the taking of game. 3. To aid in securing such legislation 

 as will best protect the fish and game and preserve the sport 

 in taking them. 4, To secure aud maintain a perfect equal- 

 ity among the people of this Commonwealth in the taking of 

 fish and game. 5. To ascertain, declare and secure bylaw 

 any local and private right to any fish or game. 6. To dis- 

 cover and defeat all schemes, legal or otherwise, to monopo- 

 lize the sport of taking fi3h or game, and to make rod and 

 gun as free to the poorest as to the richest. 7. To restore 

 and secure to the people any rights wnich are natural and 

 handed down by comaion law, and of which they may now 

 be deprived, to take fish and game within lawful time. 8. 

 To aid in the observance of all the fish and game laws of the 

 Commonwealth, while the same are in force. 9. To collect 

 and make public any important results of our fish aud game 

 laws. 10. To countenance and aid the Commissioners of In- 

 land Fisheries, as an important Board of Officers in all the 

 work which the Legislature may assign to them. E. H. 

 Gowing is the corresponding secretary. 



Philadelphia Notes, May 29.— All through the week 

 just past we have had capital shooting for bay birds on the 

 New Jersey coast, and large numbers were killed. The 

 flights consisted almost entirely of calico-backs, robin snipe, 

 black breasts and dowitchers, the tell tales, willets and curlews 

 having come and passed on a fortnight since. This season, 

 owing to its backwardness, the later coming varieties are 

 behind the dates of last year's arrival. Among the bay birds 

 sent to Philadelphia this week, not a few were" found to have 

 eggs in them when they were opened. It is safe to sav that 

 before the birds reached us they had all mated and would go 

 to nesting at once on their arrival at their northern breeding 

 grounds. Shall we ever have an end put to this destructive 

 and inhuman spring shooting? Woodcock are reported to 

 be having a good breeding season, and more than a usual 

 number have taken up their residsnee in the low wet thickets 

 of New Jersey, so I am told. These birds, young and old, 

 will, however, all be cleaned out before the law allows them 

 to be killed, and at any game store woodcock will be for sale 

 on the sly by the middle of June.— Homo. 



Texas.— Clarendon, May, 1885.— Game is very scarce 

 here this spring. A few ducks on the ponds or lakes on the 

 plains, but too far away to get at often. Am afraid the quail 

 are nearly all killed by the extreme cold of last winter. The 

 plover have not reached us yet in their annual visit. Am 

 looking eagerly forward for their coining, as they afford 

 good shooting. We will have a good many turkeys this sea- 

 son, as they have not been hunted so closely the last year by 

 the pot-hunters. Some men who call themselves sportsmen 

 have no regard for the game laws of the State or the future 

 of our game, as evidenced by the killing of a deer last week 

 near this place. Devotees of the rod report fair sport with 

 perch and catfish — not very gamy, but far better than none. 

 There is a growing interest in field sports in this section, and 

 but few who care more for the game secured than the sport 

 in securing it. — Perrito. 



Montreal, May 28.— The fish and game laws for the 

 Province of Quebec are the same as last year. There were 

 no changes made fortunately. A clique in Parliament at- 

 tempted some retrograde movement but were beaten. I 

 happened to be in Quebec that day and had the pleasure (?) 

 of listening to the debate. — V. 



The Game Laws of New York have been tinkered at 

 so much this winter that many do not know what is lawful 

 and what is not. In our advertising columns will be found 

 an announcement of a new edition of the laws to date. 



Minnesota.— We have received from Messrs. Warner & 

 Foote, Minneapolis, Minn., a large map of that State, show- 

 ing the waters and timber regions. It will prove very useful 

 to sportsmen tourists. 



A Rabbit Farm is to be started at Wells, Me., to supply 

 the Boston market. 



ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. 



S. S. H.— Is there any good hunting and fishing near Warren, War- 

 ren county. Pa.? Ans. Fishing aud shooting there is not very good 

 There may be some squirrels and perhaps ruffed grouse in season , 

 especially east of Warren. 



A. L. P.. New York— What are considered the best flies for the 

 streams of the Northern Peninsula of Michigan flowing into Lake 

 bnpenory Ans. Use large, high-colored flies, such as Canada, red 

 spinner, royal coachman, queen of the water, Coughiin, and jungle 



H<SwL\^ hath -?^ N -7- _1 i Please inform me if t,iere is a law 



against fishing with floats and also against fishing with more than 

 two hooks on a line? 2. Whar, kind of artificial bait for bass and 

 where to purchase? Aus. 1. We have no knowledge of such laws. 

 L£™ ar ^« ai baits use rubber frogs, crayfish, etc, we canaot re- 

 commend them. Write to our advertisers. 



G. P.— Sometimes there is a recognized difference between the ex- 

 pressions sportsman" and "spomne man," and sometimes no such 

 distinction is made. As used bv the Fokest and Stream and bv a 

 constantly growing number of well informed pe ..ple.tne term sports- 

 man is applied to gunners and anglers. The term sporting man is 

 promiscuously used for betting men, prize fighters, men about town, 

 gamblers and nflraff. If you hear any one speak of an agler or a 

 shooter as a sporting man" you may know that the person is behind 



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CAMPS OF THE KINGFISHERS. 



CARP LAKE, MICHIGAN.— T. 



THE peninsula running north from Traverse City, washed 

 on the east by Grand Traverse Bay, and ou the west by 

 the blue waters of Lake Michigan, although not much fre- 

 quented by the hundreds that go annually to Northern Mich- 

 igan during the summer months, is a region full of delights 

 to the angler and lover of nature (and who loves not nature 

 may not claim kinship with the brotherhood) and nowhere 

 in all the North Woods where the Kingfishers have kiudled a 

 camp-fire have we found a region where those in search of 

 quite and rest, or "the contemplative man's recreation," 

 may obtain a fuller measure of benefits than just here on 

 this forest-clad tongue of laud, the Leelanau Peninsula. No 

 bold rocky headland, towering cliffs or beetling crags stand 

 grim guard around its shores, but a soft beauty reigns over 

 it throughout the long mellow summer days, and the eye 

 may feast on green woods, laughing waters and the rarest 

 and dreamiest of outdoor pictures tiil the soul finds rest. 



Along the cast shore, from above Northport down to 

 Sutton's Bay— the region so delightfully portrayed in Lippi/i- 

 cott's Magazine a few years ago, by Maurice Thompson— the 

 trout fisher too may rind exceeding comfort in a half dozen or 

 more clear, cold streams flowing into the bay, the best of 

 which is perhaps Mosso's Creek, a couple of miles below 

 Omena, a little hamlet tucked away in the bight of New 

 Mission Bay, a matter of thirty miles above Traverse City. 



One of our party in the summer of '82 was Mr. T. H. 

 Foulds of Cincinnati, one of the old Kingfishers, who on his 

 way home spent a part of two days at New Mission to have 

 a look at the famous orchard on the place, which is more 

 than a mile long, and contains something more than 3,500 

 fruit trees. The whole tract, including the orchard, em- 

 braces 540 acres, most of it an untouched forest, and he 

 was so pleased with it a'l, that learning from the tenant in 

 charge that it could be bought, he soon after took a friend 

 into the scheme and made purchase of it. The house on it, 

 a solid and well-preserved structure of thirty-two rooms, was 

 originally built by the Presbyterian Board of Mission for a 

 mission school, where they proposed to educate the Chip- 

 pewa Indiaus of that neck o' woods, and here poor Lo was 

 expected to change his nature and waste his time in trying 

 to master the mysteries of the three Rs, with a sprinkling of 

 easy Scripture lessons thrown in, and learn the, to him, 

 strange and shiftless ways of his white brother. But blood 

 is thicker than water, and "Injun natur' is not white 

 natur'," and after a lapse of time, all that did not die off 

 with laziness and brain fever brought on by too much "ras- 

 reliu'with the rudiments," got all the education they could 

 hold, and naturally drifted back into the primitive methods 

 born in them of getting an honest living hunting and fish- 

 ing, and lo! the mission school for poor Lo was a. thing of 

 the past. Such is a brief and condensed early history of the 

 place as related to the writer last summer by one 

 of the "old settlers." But the inroads of civili- 

 zation have broken the spirit of these children of the 

 forest — the market-hunter and pot fisher have despoiled the 

 woods and the waters of their antlered and finny denizens, 

 leaving to them only a blank and aimless existence, waiting 

 to be called by the* Great Spirit to the traditional nappy 

 hunting grounds of their fathers. However, a measure of 

 retributive justice seems left them, for now the remnant of 

 the once numerous red man of that region is diligently striv- 

 ing each season to get even with the white man for robbing 

 him of his heritage by picking huckleberries and selling 

 them to the hostelries to be fed, like a physician's pre- 

 scription, "three times daily" to the confiding and unsus- 

 picious tourist and resorter — verily a sweet (and succulent) 

 revenge. 



Since coming into possession, the present owners of the 

 New Mission farm have remodeled aud modernized the 

 house from cellar to flag-staff, adding another story, more 

 rooms (forty-six in all) and an observatory from which, ou 

 a bright day, may be seen the Beaver Islands away north, 

 Torch Lake and Elk Rapids across the bay, Traverse City 

 south, and most of the Peninsula stretching north, south and 

 west. It will be opened this season — '85 — as a summer re- 

 sort, and as the trout and bass fishing is fair to good within 

 easy reach, a tired soul that don't care to camp out or don't 

 know how, may find here, as Uncle Dan Sloan would most 

 likely put it, "a place of rest and pure delight." 



We have suggested to brother Foulds that in the fitness of 

 things, and as a reminder of drizzly days and pleasant nights 

 spent around the camp-fire with the "old boys," he call it the 

 "Kingfisher's Nest," but as this world is full of small disap- 

 pointments, we will not be set back much if he call it by 

 some sweeter smelling name. 



But to come back to the trail: We had about made up our 

 minds to build our camp-fire again on Central or Grass Lake 

 for the summer fishing of lb84, the scene of many former 

 triumphs and hard fought battles, when brother Foulds and 

 another friend or two spread out before our mind's eye the 

 beauties of the Peninsula, and chiefest among its attractions 

 that had most to do with luring us away from the old haunts 

 and camps of the intermediate region was Carp Lake (a name 

 that ought to have paralyzed the idiot that suggested it), a 

 body of water heading some eight miles west by north of 

 Traverse City, and having its outlet in Lake Michigan, at 

 Leland, the county seat of Leelanau county, across the 

 country a little south of New Mission Point. (There are 

 two Carp Lakes on the lower peninsula of Michigan, this 

 one. above Traverse City, the other one a short distance below 

 Mackinaw City, up near the straits.) The stories they told 

 us of the bass, pickerel and an occasional maskalonge to be 

 found in these waters settled the matter, and when the infor- 

 mation was added that there were six or seven good trout 

 streams flowing into the lake at various points, a trip to 

 Carp Lake was at once decided on, at least by the writer, for 

 who of us all can withstand the coaxing whisper, the syren 

 song of the rippling of a trout stream? 



A correspondence was opened with Mr. Noel Couturier, 

 postmaster at Provemont, a little hamlet at the head of the 

 "Narrows" of the lake (of which more anon), asking about 

 boats, camping places, trout streams, supplies in the way of 

 country produce, etc., and received in reply that he had four 

 boats to hire, price to be agreed ou at any figure to suit, as 

 he had never hired them before. There were plenty of good 

 camping places along the laKe, he wrote, "and four or five 

 trout streams at different points within five miles of the 

 Narrows, and as to supplies, he kept a general country store 

 and had also fitted up his house for a hotel in a modest way, 

 and was prepared to take a few summer boarders provided 



