£98 



FOREST AND STREAM. 



[Nov. 1, 1888. 



MY THUNDERSTORM CRUISE. 



(Coneludrd from ptujc &7G.) 



THE Fort Ti Transportation Combine had contracted to deliver 

 tne Inez on tbe snores of bake Ohamnlaih, Imt as far as I 

 could make out, in the somewhat dim morn light, Che place where 

 they left, her resembled more a mythical frog pond than any- 

 thing else I could think of. However,! was tired, and I do not 

 believe it took me fifteen minutes to get my canoe tent up and get 

 into bed. What happened from the time 1 made the last tape fast- 

 to the time when 1 was awakened by a series of awful "hi yies," 

 I do not know. I stuck my head out of the tent to find a small 

 procession of buggies and light wagons halting opposite me. 1 

 was camped beside the road leading to a steam ferry— and every 

 rig was occupied by from two to eigh t very curious-looking persons. 



i stared at this impromptu audience and they stared at me, 

 until a very comfortaole fat old granger, whose chief character- 

 istic was a very high shirt collar and a very high stove-pipe hat, 

 remarked that he "guessed 1 wus one of them caiiue cranks thct 

 he'd read about hem' unto Lake fieottrge." 1 said 1 "calculated 

 that 1 wus," and whe.u 1 saw how many pretty girls were admir- 

 ing me 1 felt like adding that as a general rule I preferred to be 

 "hi yied" al a quarter of an hour before 1 gave an entertainment. 



Then mv interlocutor put one leg over the side of bis wagon, 

 fitted his chin into the hollow of one bund, his elbow into the soft 

 spot in his kuee, and proceeded to cross-examine me. Where was 

 1 from anyhow, bow old was I, bow much did my canoe cost, were 

 my teeth sound, and so on ad infinitum. At. last he wound up his 

 investigation by remarking that "the ladies were vein anxious to 

 see how I lixed my victuals and slept in that little cnncarn.and if 

 1 had no objection theyed come down and see." 



I said that I had no objections if the ladies would kindly look 

 the other way until 1 got my— well, got dressed to receive com- 

 pany. This perhaps too plain statement of tbe facts of the case 

 nad the desired effect, tbe procession moved on, and I got into 

 my flannels with as much dispatch as possible. 



f had intended going on dow n Lake Champlain as far as possi- 

 ble, but we had been so long doing Lake George that instead of 

 three 1 had only two clear ctays at my disposal. 1 was without a 

 billy, the nreau bag -was empty and the cracker bag held nothing 

 but crumbs; worst of all, [ found that both the bow aud stern 

 compartments were full of water, and 1 bad forgotten to bring a 

 piece ef rubber tube to syphon it out with. There was nothing 

 lor it, therefore, but to get- to a store, and as I wanted to explore 

 the ruins of old Fort Ticonderoga, 1 thought if advisable to aban- 

 don my cruise down the lake and go back to Fort Ti. I spent a 

 very pleasant morning looking about the ruined fort, gathering 

 water lilies in the creek and loafing about the village, and got 

 back to the steamboat wharf just lif teeu minutes before the boat 

 was to start for the other end of tbe lake. 



The steamboat, wharf at Fort Ti is about eight feet high, and 

 there is not the vestige of a slip iu the vicinity. No time was to 

 be lost in oiscussing ways and means, so by vigorous yelling I got 

 a couple of steamboat men to come to one end of the wharf where 

 there was a float. 'I hey passed me down the ends of a couple of 

 heaving lines, l threw a bow hue ou them., got one under each end 

 of the canoe, with all her stores on board. 'Twas a desperate 

 portage that, but the Inez, was not even scratched let alone 

 being strained during lier aerial cruise. There are some advan- 

 tages about a double-skinned canoe after all. 



There is no need to say anything about a trip down Lake Cham- 

 plain iu the Vermont on a glorious day in August, but I wonder 

 who tbe hero of this incident is. 



"On our up trip, day or so ago," said the French-Canadian mate 

 to me, "we pas' two canoe about West port. The steersman he 

 take the ooat up pretty close to them, so as give passengers a 

 chance to see, aim one of tiiem he have nothing on 'tall but a 

 piece of old pair trousers 'bout his middle. His back was brown, 

 Drown as anything, and his legs were roUQB, what you call red. 

 That too much ot a good thing, he'd go too far. He'd ought to 

 wear a shirt." 



It was seven o'clock when we got to Piattsburg, but as I was 

 anxious to get on, 1 decided to run the three miles to Government 

 Head and camp theie tor tbe night. It was very dark when I got 

 the cauoe rigged up again; the wind was fresh, but it was steady, 

 aud there was not enough sea on to make any trouble. As soon 

 as I got beyond the piers 1 saw that I could not make the Head 

 without ticking, so alter running half a mile to the westward I 

 went abottt, preierriug to get to windward along the main shore, 

 so as not to lose the light 1 was turning for. 



When 1 started out i saw a thundeistorm brewing to the north, 

 but it seemed a long way off. When I went about, however, a 

 bright flash of lightning warned me that if 1 wanted a dry shirt 

 that night 1 should get ashore. 



I had been sailing with one reef in the mainsail, as prudence 

 dictated, but now prudence seemed to dictate that 1 should get 

 ashore before the wind changed with the storm, and I shook out 

 that reef. I suppose 1 had a mile to sail, for I Kept her well to 

 windward, white letting her go through the waters. The wiud had 

 freshened, with a chili in it, and 1 found that the Inez was not 

 anxious to accommodate more of me than my feet for the time 

 being. It was a match race, between canoe and thunderstorm, in 

 the aark, and the canoe won. I enjoy the memory oi that event 

 now; it was glorious, the wild plunging of the little boat, tne tear- 

 ing strain of the sheet, the black darkness about me, only relieved 

 by the white crest of a breaking sea, and the wild Hash of the 

 lightning behind; but 1 admit tnat 1 did not enjoy it then, and 

 wnen I eased her up arm let go the halliards as near to the shore 

 as I dared to go, I was decidedly glad that it was over. 1 did not 

 waste any time hunting for a camping place either, but landed 

 her up on the first bit ot ttrm land t came to. 



A worse camping place could hardly be imagined, it was merely 

 a beach of rough gravel a lew inches above the water level, aud 

 behind was a swamp and a railway viaduct. 1 got my tent up, 

 scratched together a few chips, aud managed to get a billy of 

 coffee boiieo uetore the rain came. When it did come however, it 

 came with a vengeuce, and the thuimer and lightning was like 

 unto the rain. Alter 1 had satisfied myself that the tent would 

 stand, t devoted myself to sleep, not to the storm, and with suc- 

 cess. 



The wind was blowing straight: down the lake when I turned 

 out, and without stopping for breakfast, 1 made a start under all 

 sail. Before i got to the nead 1 made up my mind, that I would 

 be carelul and pulled a reef, and after I got round the head, and 

 put her before the wind, 1 wished I had pulled another, The 

 ureeze was steady, and tne sea long. The iuez behaved better 

 than she generally does before the wind, her worst point of sail- 

 ing, and 1 must have put eight miles behind me before I ran in 

 behind a bold headland that promised agoodlea, to get somet hing 

 substantial to eat. Before starting again t put a block of choca- 

 late into my single pocket, as 1 did not intend to stop again until 

 I had reached rsie aux Noix. and that was a long thnty miles 

 off. As soon as I got beyond the shelter of the point I found that 

 the wind had tresnened and was driving in a sea from the "Broad 

 Lake" that would not have disgraced old Ontario. 1 pulled in 

 another reef aud found I could could carry the whole jigger and 

 reefed mainsail, and all went well for a while, although tne strain 

 was considerable. 



The Inez is like the ma jority of modern canoes, without a foot 

 steering gear, aud f nave oeen iu the habit of supplying this lack 

 by making fast a couple of short lines with loops at'the ends to lit 

 over my feet to the cross bar ot my deck tiller. As both my top- 

 pinglift and tack are nxed a flairs 1 could not hoist the reefed sail 

 high enougn to allow it to clear the tops of the seas, and therefore 

 I dared not get inside and steer with ray feet fast in the cord loops 

 for fear the boom would roll me under. 



it grew worse instead of better as I went on, and at last the 

 crisis came. A big sea tnat had swallowed a couple of smaller 

 ones, caught her under the counter, she heeled to it and drove 

 right into the back of the sea in front. The green water swept 

 her decks to the cockpit rail; for a second it seemed to me tne 

 whole of the little cratt was submerged, and the boom with its 

 mass of reefed cotton plunged oeep into the foaming head of the 

 sea that had done tue mischief, i put the helm over, hauling in 

 the mizen sheet as J did so, aim slowty she righted herself as the 

 next sea roiled under her. 1 got the. mainsail off her at once and 

 lashed it inboard, got out a half paddle, and waiting for a long, 

 clean roller, 1 put the helm uard up, slacked away the mizen 

 sheet and dug into it with the paddle tor my life. .She* went round 

 like a top, and getting down into her, went at it with rudder and 

 paddle to keep tier straight before the sea, with tbe jigger set aft. 



After that 1 hau no more trouble until i reached isle La Motte, 

 where 1 gotalee and a beam winu that tempted me to try a single- 

 reefed tnamsaii again. When 1 got out; from under the island, 

 however, I found tne sea almost as bad as it had been in the open 

 reach above, and agaiu had to drop my mainsail. 1 also found to 

 my disgust that 1 could not house my board, and f had to run 

 three miles under my jigger witu the uoard down. I found a lee 

 acout three miles above nouse's Point, and made a landing near 

 a farmhouse, the inhabitants of whien were evidently of an 

 aquatic frame of mind, for the very worst specimen of a steam 

 launch 1 ever saw was anchored there, and a very ancient canoe 

 reposed on a pile of lumber near by. 1 succeeded in getting my 

 ceuterboard into the boat, and there aud then registered an oath 

 by oak and ash and thorn, to so arrange matters that I would 

 nave a folding centerboard to dispose of before a month was over, 



and a canoe with a plate board to cruise in next season; and I 

 have kept my vow. 



Tbe remainder of my day's run was uneventful, and I beached 

 the Tnez on the green turf of Isle aux Noix, in the Richelieu, 

 thirty- eight miles from Piattsburg, just in time to gel, under 

 shelter before another thunderstorm, almost as bad as the one of 

 the night before, broke overhead. I had no time to cook any- 

 thing, however, and had to turn in after a very unsatisfactory 

 meal of bread, cheese and chocolate in the block. 



It rained at intervals duri ng the night, and morning broke gray, 

 dismal, and with a chilly, squally and altogether unpleasant 

 northwest wind bowling through the big elms. 1 got myself up a 

 good breakfast, treating myself to an omelette wherein four eggs 

 were reinforced by a large quantity of grated cheese and potted 

 tongue, aud then devoted an hour or more to investigating Fort 

 Lennox, a work which, although now disarmed andungarrisoued, 

 was, prior to the days of railways, one of the keys of Canada. 

 Then came twelve miles of hard work, for although in nearly 

 every reach of the river 1 had a. slant from one shore to the other, 

 the wiud was puffy and variable, and even under close-reefed can- 

 vas I had all I could do to prevent the Inez from turning turtle. 

 By one o'clock, however, I was through the swing of the railway 

 bridge at St. John, and my four days' cruise on Lake George anil 

 Lake Champlain came to an inglorious end when I berthed the 

 Inez on the nastiest mud bank I had encountered since we cap- 

 sized together off the Isle of Mud the year before, in the "Lac 

 Two Mounting." So ended a cruise, in which I loafed more, 

 worked harder, ate the most, and the least, and discovered more 

 virtues and defects in the Inez, her rig and outfit, than in any 

 other short cruise 1 have ever made. 1 must also confess that 

 during this same cruise I discovered more defects in myself and 

 my seamanship than I thought I had to contend with. The 

 special defects I discovered in canoe, rig aud outfit and the meth- 

 ods I propose to use in amending them, may form the basis of an- 

 other article. As for the defects in the canoeist, I will try to sat- 

 isfy my conscience by finding fault with the other canoeists, as is 

 the way with weak humanity. Bktaw. 



CANOEING IN MONTREAL. — Canoeing has long been a most 



Eopular sport about. Montreal, but it has been carried on by a num- 

 er of clubs at Laehine, Pointc Claire, Valois, and other suburban 

 resorts, there being no united action between them. Since the 

 A. C. A. meet at Lake George several Montreal canoeists who 

 were present there have been active in stirring up cauoeing at 

 home, and on Oct. 19 a general meeting of Montreal canoeists was 

 held at the house of the Montreal Amateur At hletic Association, 

 with Mr. W. J. White in the chair. After some discussion it was 

 resolved that the meeting proceed to orgauize itself into the Mon- 

 treal Canoe Club; the following committee being chosen from the 

 various clubs represented: Mr. W. J. White; Laehine, Mr. W. A. 

 Shearwood and S. White; Dorval, H. Jamieson and A. G. Frye; 

 Valois, J. G. Boss and C. Dawson; Pointe Claire, J. L. Wiseman 

 and D. A. Poe; St. Ann's, H. Hubbellaud J. Nieln 11; Chateauguay, 

 H. W. Reynolds and H. Tatley; St. Lambert, W. Tic-tor and A. B. 

 Scott : Longueuil, Messrs. F. Hodden and W. McChire; Laprairie, 

 A. Walker; Ste. Rose, A. Hunter and Mr, Howard. An informal 

 discussion followed as to what manner of constitution the. club 

 should have, and it was the sense of the meeting that it should 

 not become associated with the M. A. A. A., that the committee 

 should be composed of representatives of the branch clubs, aud 

 that if possible the fees should cover not only membership in the 

 club but in the American Canoe Association. After a vote of 

 thanks to tbe directors of the. M.A.A. A. for the use of their club 

 room, the meeting adjourned to the call of its chairman. The 

 new club is likely not only to further the interest in canoeing 

 about Montreal, but to add new members to the A. C. A., as it 

 will be well represented at t he general meet in the Northern Divi- 

 sion next August. 



A. C. A. MEM BERSHIP. — Central Division: A. R. Porte, Og- 

 densburg, N. Y. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 



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Wishing Cap Papers. So many new books of greater or less 

 merit and interest are annually issued from the press, that, in the 

 effort to keep pace with the current liteiature of the day, the most 

 voracious reader tinds so much of his time encroached on, that he 

 has do leisure to familiarize himself with the writers of a genera- 

 tion ago, and nothing to guide in the selection of their best works. 

 This difficulty is being met, the selection of tbe best writings of 

 the past has become a special branch of the publisher's calling, 

 and the flowers of English literature are being culled and pre- 

 sented for our edification and delight. The " Wishing Cap Pa- 

 pers," by Leigh Hunt, is one of a series of volumes now being pub- 

 lished by Lee and Shepard, Boston, and entitled" Good Company." 

 It is a series of essays in a conversational style on well known 

 places and persons, aud affording familiar iusight into the per- 

 sonal characterist ics of all the most prominent personages in Eng- 

 lish life and literature from the days of good Queen Bess down to 

 Leigh Hunt's own time. Leigh Hunt is a genial writer, and his 

 essays, graceful in style, evidence a high measure of literary cul- 

 ture. 



Fireside Saints is the title of another of Lee and Shepard's 

 Good Company Series, and is a selection from the writings of 

 Douglas Jerrold, including those charming little vignettes, Saint 

 Sally, Saint Becky and the other Fireside Saints from which it 

 takes its title. Other papers in the selection are: Mr. Caudle's 

 Breakfast Table; An Old House in the City; The Little Great and 

 the Great Little; Silas Fleshpots, a Respectable Man: Michael 

 Lynx, the Man who Knew Himself, etc. In these papers there is 

 a great deal of that caustic humor aud merciless lashing of the 

 hypocrisy of life which is generally considered the author's lead- 

 ing characteristic; but as Leigh Hunt justly remarked, "if 

 Douglas Jerrold had the sting of the bee, he had also his honey." 

 It is one of the prime joys of life for humanity to see the vices of 

 others exposed, and Douglas Jerrold undoubtedly owed a large 

 measure of his popularity to his possession of the bee's sting, but 

 the great charm of his writings must be sought iu those permeated 

 with the honey. The "Fireside Saints" are unrivalled in their 

 way, and leave no possible doubt that their author was a very 

 lovable man. 



Up the North Branch; or, A Summer's Outing. By Captain 

 Charles A. J. Farrar. Author of "Eastward Ho," "Wildwoods 

 Life," etc. Boston: Lee and Shepard. There is an abundance 

 of moving incident by flood and field in Captain Farrar's " Up the 

 North Branch." A party of nine young gentlemen, more or less 

 initiated into the freemasonry of the woods, go into the Maine wil- 

 derness beyond the Forks of the Kennebec in search of excitement, 

 and find an inexhaustible supply of it from the start to the finish, 

 bagging moose, bear, wolves, catamounts, and having a good time 

 of it generally. In this as in other works of the series, Captain 

 Farrar interweaves with the narrative an amount of information 

 of practical value to amateurs, and the present work is sparkling 

 and well up to the standard of the previously published works of 

 this popular series. 



Rochester and Its Suburbs is a handsome collection of illus- 

 trations, drawn by C. K. Harrow from photographs made with the 

 "Kodak" camera, and sold at 25 cents by O. L. Sherrill & Co., of 

 Rochester. Added to its interest as a display of the points of the 

 Flower (erstwhile Flour) City, is the demonstration it affords of 

 the excellence of the wonderful "Kodak." 



Songs for Our Darlings. Uniform with the above is a selec- 

 tion of juvenile melodies, illustrated with over a hundred engrav- 

 ings and designed to reach and stimulate the moral nature of 

 children old enough to distinguish between right and wrong. 

 Milk for babes calculated to exercise a wholesome influence upon 

 their moral development, 



Robert Elsmere. By Mrs. Humphrey Ward. New York: Mae- 

 millan & Co. Price, 50 cents. That " Robert Elsmere " was writ- 

 ten by a woman will bo a matter of astonishment to manv people. 

 In spite of woman's invasion of field after field of intellectual 

 labor, there has remained a general convict ion that with her emo- 

 tional nature, the critical faculty would never prove strong 

 enough to admit of a dispassionate review of the evidences 

 for and against the religions system or systems with which she 

 has been associated; but in " Robert Elsmere " we have a, novel of 

 intensely dramatic interest portraying the struggles of a clergy- 

 man of deep religions convictions who, in the course, of his liter- 

 ary labors, is impelled to the cultivation of the critical faculty, 

 until he is insensibly led to the conviction that Christianity is in- 

 capable of standing the tests by which secular history is investi- 

 gated. The interest of the- story centers in the conflict between 

 science and religion so characteristic of the age. and the bitter- 

 ness of tbe struggle in which the hero is impelled by uncon- 

 trollable forces to do violence to the religion he has regarded as 

 sacred, and which he has hitherto deemed t he source and support 

 of all the higher aspirations of Itis nature. In every such struggle 

 no one can fail to realize that the bitterest blow of till is the 

 lament of bis past associates over his downfall, their denunciation 

 of his rash step, their prayers, and evident horror at the thought 

 that he has placed himself in the power id' the e vil oue; and in the 

 story under review tbe interest is intensified by making Rooert 

 ELsmere's wife the impersonation of the principle of the Christian 

 religion, presenting only its best aspects, but morbid in its intens- 

 ity. We have no space for a more detailed analysis of the story, 

 but we have, no hesitation in saying that hi its display of intellec- 

 tual power and dramatic interest tbe work has won for its author 

 a right to rank as the acknowledged equal of George Eliot, per- 

 haps the only English-speaking woman writer who can be classed 

 together with her. 



A Devil of a Cruise; or. The Log of the Yacht Champlain, as 

 kept by Col. J. Armoy Ktiox. Several passages in this remark- 

 able book lead it to be inferred that the author was not born a 

 sailor, for in no other way can we account for such entries in the 

 log as for instance that " her anchor fouled in a parallel of lati- 

 tude " and other nautical incongruities; but candor compels us to 

 admit, that he kept both his eyes open during the cruise, and saw 

 a great deal more than most voyagers, all of which is truthfully 

 recorded in the log and so admirably illustrated by Worth, that 

 between the story teller and the artist, the average reader would 

 get Snore fun out of reading the log than making the voyage. The 

 author has made bis mark as a humorist. The contents of this 

 volume have been already published as a series of letters in the 

 New York World, Boston Herald, and half a dozen other papers, 

 and achieved a popularity that justifies the author in re-collect- 

 ing them himself and assuming that the public would like to 

 recollect them also, and we may safely say that for those who 

 have already smiled their broadest over the original text, the 

 added illustrations will restore all the charm of novelty. (Na- 

 tional Literary Bureau, New York. Price, 50 cents.) 



Broken Lights, by Frances Power Cobhe, another of the same 

 series, is an inquiry into the present condition and future pros- 

 pects of religious faith. In this work the author tells us she has 

 sought the direction in which our Ark of Faith is going forth, and 

 speculated on the region of opinion iu which it will rest at last 

 with some such feelings as may have swelled the hearts of the 

 Israelites of old when the Philistines sent forth the Ark of the 

 Covenant, to be carried wherever the cattle might be Divinely 

 guided. The conclusion to which she points is that general en- 

 lightenment and scientific criticism will tend to sweep away the 

 rubbish which overlies the fundamental conception of God", not 

 only among Christians, but among Jews, Hindoos, and T heists of 

 all creeds. But the writer urges that Theism, to be a religion at 

 all. must be a religion of prayer, and not a philosophy. For her 

 science may subserve the function of subverting a false religion, 

 but is inadequate to the construction of the term. She is a power- 

 ful, clear and logical writer, and to people who have cut their 

 moorings and are drifting about aimlessly, the influence of so 

 decidedly constructive and calmly confident a mind as Francis 

 Power Cobbe's cannot fail to be. both attractive and soothing. 



British Reptiles and Batrachians. By Catharine C. Hopley. 

 Author of "Curiosities and Wonders of Serpent Life," "Aunt 

 Jenny's American Pets," etc., etc. Loudon: Swan, Souuenschein, 

 Lowery & Co. Price, one shilli ug. The re is no very great display 

 of reptile life in England, but the chief typos are all represented. 

 It has its poisonous and non- poisonous snakes, its toads, frogs, 

 natter jack, newts and lizards, and these have effectively served 

 the author as texts for describing the distinctive characteristics 

 of the group, and their relationship with the lish below and the 

 warm-blooded vertebrates above them. Miss Hopley has domes- 

 ticated and made pets of all the creatures described, with the ex- 

 ception of the viper, and is thus enabled to describe thorn fami- 

 liarly as well as scientifically. There are some very excellent 

 illustrations, and the work forms a fitting addition to The Young 

 Collector Series, iu which it is included. 



Religious Duty, by Frances Power Cobbe, is another of Lee 

 and Shepard's Good Company Series, it is the second edition of 

 a deeply religious work by a writer whom it was once the fashion 

 to regard as an Atheist. Frances Rower Cobbe's religion is an ex- 

 alted Deism, which finds in natural religion not merely moral 

 duty as apprehended by intellectual insight into the ultimate 

 consequences of conduct in its action and reaction; but also as 

 apprehended by spiritual insight. On the intellectual side tbe 

 author is metaphysical; on the religious side she is essentially 

 Christian, her rejection of the Divinity of Christ in no way shak- 

 ing her faith in the spiritualism of the Christian religion, but 

 regarded by her rather as comparable to the removal of a scaffold- 

 ing necessary to the development of spiritual insight, but as such 

 subserving only a temporary purpose. 

 Mother Goose's Melodies. Mrs. Partington's edition of 

 'Mother Goose's Melodies," edited by Uncle Willis, presents the 

 children with old friends glowing in the added light of pictorial 

 illustration which brings out the meaning of the melodies with a 

 clearness not to be apprehended by juveniles who have to picture 

 the scenes to themselves with no other aid than words, (Boston: 

 Lee and Shepard, paper 3D cents, boards 50 cents.) 



^jLnm&tn to ^apres^andmt^ 



F. J. C, Siasconset.— See our game columns this week* 



A Reader, St. Louis, Mo.— The gun you name is a good one for 



the purpose. See the Arkansas notes iu our shot columns. 

 W. M. C— The trouble is probably in the grade of powder used 



Try some first-class, clean powder, and see if that does not give 



the remedy. 



C. B., New York.— Go to some of the stations on the railroad 

 back of Fishkill on the Hudson, or go toMeacham Lake, in the 

 North Woods. 



J. W. S., California.— The Sunflower river region of Mississippi 

 is one of the famous game districts of that State. Go by steamer 

 from A r icksburg. 



W. K. S., Easton, Pa.— In northern district of New Jersey the 

 hare or rabbit season opens to-day; in the southern district it- 

 will open Nov 15. 



H. N., New York.— Mt. Vernon is in Westchester county, where 

 the shooting grouse, quail, etc., is confined to the month of 

 November. No game may be marketed. 



H. S. W., Rochester. N. Y— Dr. Ellzoy's address is Woodstock, 

 Ind. You will find the merits of Osage orange wood discussed in 

 Mr. H. P. Wells's "Fly-Rods and Fly-Tackle:" 



N. T. R., Manchester, N. H.— Mr. Robinson's new book, "Sam 

 Level's Camps," is in the hands of the compositors, and you may 

 look for an early announcement of its publication. 



T. L. F., Liberty Hill, Ga.— The manufacturers of guns and rifles 

 supply duplicate parts of locks, etc., and have regular scales of 

 prices for the same. These are usually given in their catalogues. 



D. F. E., Atlantic City.— The Pamlico river district in North 

 Carolina, reached by steam from Norfolk, is at this season and 

 later a great resort for wildfowl; and you will find deer, turkeys 

 and quail there too. 



O. H., Union Center.— You will find good shooting in northern 

 Louisiana, and capital sport in Washington Territory, but in 

 selecting a home you must be governed by your preferences of 

 climate, etc. From your letter we judge that Washington Terri- 

 tory would be the better. 



F. E. A., Waterbury, Vt. — Read Bogardus's "Field, Cover and 

 Trap Shooting." It contains many exeeUeut hints. We have 

 printed many articles in back numbers, and one of them speeiaUy 

 useful will shortly be reprinted in book form. D. W. Cross's 

 "Fifty Years with Gun and Rod" has some plain and practical 

 instructions, 



S. W. S., Boston.— 1. Does the present breech-loading shotgun 

 shoot as hard as the old muzzle guns? Iu several books concern- 

 ing guns I have seen it stated thai the muzzle shot harder than 

 the breech gun when it was first on the market. 2. Does nickel 

 in any way hurt the steel of a shotgun and tend to weaken it if 

 Ans, 1. Yes. 3. No. 



