FOREST AND STREAM. 



[Nov. 9, 1895. 



AN ARTIST'S CAMP ON THE PENOBSCOT. 



was again decided not to pitch the tent. It was the 

 Scribe's turn to hunt that night. Putting fresh-cut bal- 

 sam boughs on the old and roughly-made bedsteads, he 

 soon occupied one, but not to sleep— myriad crawling f oet 

 disturb him; repeated examinations reveal an unknown 

 presence. He calls the Dominie, "Come up here! What 

 are these?" 



The Dominie (who is an old soldier) looks at them, 

 picks one up, smells of it and laconically remarks, "Bed- 

 bugs." We pitched the tent, but that place is known in 

 our annals as Bug Camp. 



Meanwhile our friends are getting on famously. The 

 boy has broken my fly -rod and the father has, temporarily 

 at least, broken his dyspepsia. The woods are a constant 

 wonder to him— he is a greater wonder to himself. 

 "Well, sir, this is wonderful. At home I would not think 

 of touching bacon— nothing but the lightest bread toasted 

 or a little oatmeal most carefully prepared would do me 

 for breakfast, while here I seem to be able to eat any- 

 thing, and the strangest part of all is that I enjoy it." If 

 only all realized how great a sanitarium is afforded by the 

 Adirondacks, and that the exercise, air and fun of camp 

 life are better than medicine, the Empire State would 

 take better care of her forests and— though the drug trade 

 might suffer somewhat— her people would be far better 

 off. 



Oar next, Bean Camp — so named because we cooked 

 them there — 3aw our friend eating beans with a relish 

 and seemingly digesting them with the proverbial facility 

 of an ostrich. Had the trip continued we all might have 

 rivaled the eating of that famous bird. But time was up 

 and we returned to the lake to share the venison "gone 

 before." J. C. 



A CAMP IN MAINE. 



When I was in camp at Lake Millinocket, Maine, in 

 September, I saw a card posted over the door of an old 

 log hunting cabin with these words, "Report your luck to 

 Forest and Stream." Inclosed you will find a photo 

 sketch of pickerel caught at Lake Millinocket, fifteen on 

 a rock; the largest, in the center, weighs 31bs.; the others 

 will average If lbs. All were caught with a piece of salt 

 pork skipped over the water, and those are not one-quarter 

 part of all we landed. We saw deer every day on the 

 old tote road that skirts the lake shore; but those long, big 

 ears are made to hear a man with a Winchester rifle, who 

 is smart enough to see them, pointed in hiB direction. 

 That was my experience. 



The trout photo was taken at a small pond on the West 

 Branch of the Penobscot; part of a catch of fifty two in a 

 few hours' time one afternoon. They were the clearest 

 of color of any trout I ever saw, with bellies and sides of 

 a creamy golden hue, varying to olive-green and purple. 

 I painted a good specimen in oils before leaving the 

 pond. 



The other photo sketch is an artist's camp upon the 

 beautiful and noble West Branch of the Penobscot. It is 

 an artist's dream to float down in a canoe on that river 

 some fine September morning, with the great white 

 birches overhanging the water, and its ever-changing 

 colors of the brightest of hues, with now and then in a 

 bend of the river a glimpse of rugged Katahdin looming 

 up in purple mists. The artist in camp is A. D, Turner, 

 of New York city. He has built a birch bark camp 

 twenty-five miles from Norcross, and with the exception 

 of the Indian guide, Joe Francis, who brings him sup- 

 plies once in two weeks, is alone, living with nature. 

 He enjoys a glorious view of Katahdin across the river. 

 His camp is a frame covered with large sheets of birch 

 bark. Within is a large, open fireplace, and it is fitted 

 up as an artist only can give that artistic effect to birds' 

 wings, feathers and skins of different kinds, with sketches 

 here and there; these and the rough setting of birch 

 bark give it an effect nowhere else to be got. It is a spot 

 long to be remembered. J. W. Bedell. 



membered that the Cleveland Trout Club at Castalia sank 

 a well on its grounds which tapped a subterranean stream 

 which fed the waters of the Toledo and Sandusky Club 

 located near by. The result was a spouting well which 

 discharged so immense a volume of water as to materially 

 lower the water of the upper (Toledo) club, and virtually 

 ruin its fishing. Suit being brought in the circuit court, 

 the Cleveland club was ordered to close their well and re- 

 store tbe stream its normal condition, and this finding has 

 just been sustained by the highest tribunal of the State. 



Jay Beebe. 



Missouri Interests. 



St. Lotjis, Mo., Oct. 26— Editor Forest and Stream: I send 

 you the St. Louis report of the meeting held on Wednesday 

 night to devise means to assist Game Warden Henry in the 

 enforcement of the laws for the protection and preservation 

 of game. 



Among those who were present were: Mr. John A. Long, 

 president of the St. Louis Kennel Club, under whose auspices 

 the meeting was called; Mr. J. B. C. Lucas, treasurer of the 

 same, and Wm. Hutchison, secretary; Alexander H. Smith, 

 president of the Knobel Fishing Club; Marshall P. McDon- 

 ald, Wm. E. Field, James Hagerty, Theodore Tompkins, J. 

 A. Jennelle, W. C. Merry, Wm. Nagel, George Wilkens, Geo. 

 E. Bnrrowes, G. W. Steininger, Lawrence Owens, L. B. 

 Kunkel, W. T. Bobbitt, C. F. A. Mueller, M. C. Billmeyer 

 and Chas. Kunz, 



On motion of Alex. Smith, Mr. Lucas was called to the 

 chair, and Mr. Hutchinson's work in getting up the meeting 

 made it natural that he should be chosen secretary. 



Mr. Lucas briefly outlined the object of the meeting. It 

 was to assist the game warden to prosecute violations of the 

 game law. We have a game warden, but the Legislature 

 made no appropriation for his support, and he has 

 to rely on the contributions of sportsmen. A seri- 

 ous condition confronts us. Our fine streams — the Gas- 

 conade, Osage, Black, Cache and Current rivers— are being 

 depopulated of their fish. Once it was that one could go out 

 on the Big Piney and catch fifty to seventy-five fish in one 

 day, but now he must be satisfied with a mere fraction of 

 that quantity. It is so with game. Such has been the de- 

 structive work of the hunter that in many localities the 

 game bird is a thing of the past. We have come together to 

 assist Game Warden Henry to bring about a more satisfa o 

 tory state of things. 



Mr. Henry said that last winter the sportsmen got a law- 

 passed authorizing a game warden, but it was utterly im- 

 possible to get tbe Legislature to appropriate a dollar for his 



support. He has, therefore, to rely on the contributions of 

 sportsmen. Some money has been received and several dep- 

 uties have been appointed, and in the aggregate they have 

 done a respectable amount of work. A good deal has been 

 accomplished in the way of removing nets and blasting dams 

 by dynamite. One deputy blew up six dams on the Gas- 

 conade on one trip. Frequently the parties come back in the 

 night and repair the damage, so that to do the work effect- 

 ively a deputy would have to sleep on the spot. It takes 

 money to do this, and the difficulty is aggravated by the fact 

 that the country does not take kindly to law, and the people 

 generally sympathize with the violators of it. It is there- 

 fore hard to get juries, and harder to get convictions. 



Mr. Henry said that the most important case he had had 

 to deal with was in Christian county, where the prosecuting 

 attorney, the county clerk, the city marshal and twenty- 

 three other leading residents had been arrested for violating 

 the fish laws. The feeling ran high, and his deputy, who 

 happened to be a constable, was arrested twice for carrying 

 concealed weapons. 



Mr. McDonald thought that the solution of the money 

 question lay in the State's imposing a license, say of $1.50 on 

 resident sportsmen and $10 on outsiders. He was sure that 

 the true sportsman would not object to a small tax when 

 it would insure him a full day's sport when he went out. 



Mr. McDonald said that there was another reason for 

 action. Missouri is one of the handful of States, not more 

 than four or five in number, that does not impose a tax on 

 sportsmen. Dakota imposes a tax of $25, and our neighbors, 

 Illinois and Arkansas, both have a law taxing hunters and 

 fishers. The result is that Missouri this season is going to 

 be overrun with hunters from other States, and the situation 

 is made worse by the fact that, owing to the Storms of last 

 winter, the quail were destroyed in many sections. The 

 northern part of the State has been nearly stripped of its 

 small game. Now, with a short supply of game and with a 

 great rush of hunters from other States, it is manifest that 

 our game is to be depleted. If we don't take steps at once 

 we shall have no game in Missouri. 



Mr. Lucas: "Mr. McDonald's idea of a license involves 

 delay. But we can't wait two years to get a license law. 

 Something must be done immediately to prevent our streams 

 and woods being depopulated." 



Learning that the meeting had been called for the pur- 

 pose of raising money to aid the game warden, Mr. McDon- 

 ald subscribed 825 and he put down $25 in behalf of the pres- 

 ident of the Meacbam Arms Co. Mr. J. B. C. Lucas and 

 Mr. Alex. H. Smith also each subscribed $25. He outlined 

 what he thought tbe Knobel Fishing Club would do. His 

 club had just finished its club house and the treasury was 

 low, but he said that in season it would make a Eubstantial 



The Castalia/ Trout Stream Case 



Toledo, O., Nov. 1.— Editor Forest and Stream: The 

 supreme court of this State has just rendered a decision in 

 the celebrated Castalia trout stream case, reported in full 

 some time since in the Fobest and Stream. It will be re- 



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