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FOREST AND STREAM. 



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conferred, and the latter by decorating him with the Cross 

 of the Red Eagle. 



The very imperfect statement given of Dr. Maynard'a in- 

 ventions has extended this notice beyond just limits, but 

 the innate modesty and delicate refinement of his nature 

 would never allow him to obtrude his claims npon the public 

 and the services he has rendered are too important to be 

 sufEered to pass into oblivion. 



As one of the very few surviving contemporaries who was 

 honored with his friendship, I offer this tribute to his 

 memory. H. W. S. Cleykla^x^d. 



ON THE NORTH SHORE.-II. 



^pHE boys, having at last returned, threw off their 

 X jackets and went to work with willing hands in load- 

 ing the boat, and were soon ready to embark upon the 

 trip. I observed but one pair of oars in the boat, and on 

 inrpiiry as to the other, received the information that 

 they had been stolen. I was decidedly averse to leaving 

 with one pair of oars, knowing too well the treacherous 

 actions of the lake and the absolute necessity of two pair. 

 We might not want them for some time, probably not at 

 all, but when we did want them we would want them 

 badly, I assure you. T endeavored to purchase a pair in 

 the immediate neighborhood, but could not, and as Joe 

 promised to make a pair at our first camp, which he did 

 not, we got aboard and were goon abreast the murmuring 

 waters. The morning had fulfilled the promise of the 

 night; a soft southerly wind was blowing, the sky was an 

 azure dome, with here and thvre a few pin feather clouds 

 lazily floating, while the lake under the bright sun was a 

 surface of broken, rippling, trembling silver. With this 

 atmospheric condition, our progress with both sail and 

 oar was indeed beautifully slow. The sail would flajj 

 first one side, then the other, and the day being exceed- 

 ingly hot, the oarsman felt the influence, and but little 

 vigor came from his brawny arms. We kept well in the 

 channel, with the view to getting a tow from a passing 

 steamer, but it failed to materialize. About noon we 

 reached Point aux Pins, and then passing the lighthouse, 

 which stood like a whitened sepulchre on the sandy beach, 

 Ave rounded into the shore and there partook of a light 

 lunch. While here a steamer surprised us by appearing 

 off the lighthouse point, and though it was some dis- 

 tance, we hastily boarded our boat, and endeavored to 

 reach it with the oars, but it was a vain endeavor. 



We were deeply chagrined at this failure, Joe particu- 

 larly, who averred that if we had gone ashore where he 

 at first desired, we would have made the connection. My 

 wish for a shady grove was what caused the disappoint- 

 ment. Neither Joe nor John liked the work before them, 

 as the weather now was of a tropical heat, the lake like 

 a mirror, and our objective point for the day's trip Gros 

 Cap Island, many miles away. Although I was shaded 

 by a broad-brimmed straw hat, my cheeks began to burn, 

 i nd in order to relieve the pain I resorted to some cam- 

 phorated vaseline as an emollient, but it worked au con- 

 traire, for the pain increased to such a degree as to make 

 ime groan in agony. Ned, whose face was as tender as a 

 llady's was now howlins from the effects of the heat, and 

 imuch to my surprise asked for the camphorated bottle. 

 ]I made no remark about its severity upon me and quietly 

 passed it to him. As misery loves company I sat sdently 

 iby, and saw him profusely anoint his face with the fire- 

 . eating salve. Soon there came a tirowl from him, and 

 then another and another, each rising in volume until 

 'he had reached the highest note in the chromatic scale, 

 :and then he finally endeavored to solace himself by a 

 firy display of sturdy Saxon that made even the taciturn 

 iboatmen smile. 



I could restrain myself no longer, and though my 

 cheeks were burning as if coals of fire had been applied 

 to them I gave way to such a fit of inordinate laughter 

 as to fairly endanger my buttons. 



Ned gave a sickly smile at my uproai-ous manifestations 

 and solemnly averred that he couldn't see where the 

 overpowering humor came in. Such stinging jokes he 

 thought in bad taste and emphatically declared that no 

 one but a pot-hunting fiend would ever indulge in them. 

 We generously forgave him his unkind remarks, know- 

 ing full well they would not have been uttered had he 

 been in his normal condition. He was crazed with pain, 



I now tendered Joe the alleviating (?) bottle, but he 

 declined it, saying, "I no sucker; too much howling in 

 the boat now." 



Gently w-e moved along the iron-clad coast, which was 

 gradually growing in that picturesque beauty which 

 never can be painted nor chanted. Successive ranges of 

 hills, with bold rocky blufEs, from which the cedar, pine 

 and ppruce sprang, came into pleasing review, while 

 charming little bays margined in gi-avel and sand, were 

 ever and anon surprising us. The Pillars of Hercules, 

 with their lofty crowns, were soon in sight, and then 

 lovely Gros Cap Island in living green, nestling close to 

 the craggy shore, was gradually developing into graceful 

 proportions. 



My attention was now called to the appearance of the 

 sky in the west. Dark, cold and ugly-looking masses of 

 clouds were just beginning to appear, and soon the light- 

 flying fleeces of snowy curls and ragged feathers, with 

 which we were greeted in the morning, began to increase 

 their speed until they were scudding swiftly along the 

 dome as if pursued by a relentless host. It was manifest 

 there was to be a sudden change in the weather, and one 

 which bade fair to give us all the breeze we desired. Every 

 minute the wind increased, and it was not long before 

 cm- little craft was sliding faster and faster through the 

 swelling waves with the cheering froth tossing from her 

 bows. This great lake is a terrible coquette, and will 

 give you many a surprise in her sudden changes of sun- 

 shine and shade, calm and storm. She was now evidently 

 intending to flirt with us, but we felt confident of reach- 

 ing Gros Cap before she became terribly in earnest. 



The wind_ at last had got down to steady work, and was 

 blowing quite fresh, and in consequence we were plung- 

 ing along over the snowy crests with a speed that was 

 rapidly carrying us to om- haven. The clouds had 

 marshalled additional hosts, and were sailing across the 

 sky in sombre volumes, that threatened every minute to 

 break o'er our heads and deluge us. 



Joe was sure we would make the island before the 



threatened rain, and so thought I, for our boat was now 

 fairly flying before the increasing breeze. Another mile 

 and we would reach Gros Cap, that was now being fiercely 

 beaten by the wicked waves. Rapidly we near its lee, 

 and as Ned was assured of our successful landing, he 

 burst into one of his rollicking sea songs indicative of his 

 present feelings. It was cheering in that howling wind, 

 and relates that 



The wind blew hard, the sea rau high. 

 The dingy scud drove 'cross the sky, 

 All was safe lashed, the howl was .sUmg, 

 When careless thus Ned Hanly snug; 

 "A sailor's life's the life for me, 

 He takes his duty merrily, 

 If winds can whistle, he can sing; 

 Still faithful to his friend and king. 

 He gets belov'd by all the ship. 

 And toasts his girl, and drinlts his flip." 



We soon reached the island, had the tents up, a fire 

 going, the pots boiling, and in a short time were seated at 

 the table, taking our first square meal in camp. This 

 over, we had all our provisions brought ashore and com- 

 pletely covered with oilcloth and tarpaulins. It being too 

 rough for fishing, we sat on the rocks and watched, the 

 coming storm. 



The dense black massed-up line of cloud in the west 

 was alive with the incessant play of lightning that radi- 

 ated and zig-zagged in all manner of forms. It was like 

 watching some gigantic hangings of tapestry wrought in 

 flame. The imagination, rather than the eye, witnessed 

 a hundred fantastic representations— heads of horses, 

 helmets, profiles of titanic human faces, banners and 

 feathers, and I know not what besides. Darkness soon 

 enveloped us, and then we sought oru- tents, and soon 

 after were in our blankets, totally indifferent to calm or 

 storm. During the night the clouds broke and it rained 

 incessantly, in a heavy downpour, till daylight. 



The storm had subsided with the dawn, but the day 

 was duU and heavy, the skies obscured, and the air 

 charged with vapor— a gloomy outlook for our first day 

 in camp. 



Well it was that we had taken the precaution we did 

 about our provisions; for had they been left aboard the 

 boat, as Joe desired, they would' have been thoroughly 

 soaked, as the rain had about half filled the boat. 



It was so damp and chilly that morning, that we gath- 

 ered around the fire while breakfast was "being prepared, 

 Ned got his rod ready for shore fishing, expecting to try 

 the rocks around the west side of the island; but the trees 

 and bushes which ran to the very edge of the lake were 

 so moist that he declined. He however handed his rod to 

 Joe, telling him to catch a few trout for breakfast. Joe, 

 who dearly loved to fish, started off with alacrity on the 

 pleasant mission, heedless of the drip^nng foliage. In 

 about half an hour he returned with one little trout and 

 a broken rod , the tube tip having snapped olf. Joe stated 

 that he hooked a very large one, which he might have 

 saved if he had had some one to land it. 



The accident to the rod, which was of foreign make, 

 was soon repaired. This was one of Ned's reserves, and 

 of little or no account for artistic angling. He had a 

 splendid Mitchell rod, as well as others, which he prized 

 highly and which he held in abeyance for boat fishing 

 only. 



After we had partaken of breakfast, the question arose 

 as to continuing our trip, our destination when we started 

 being Maple Bay, or remaining here for the day and trv- 

 ing the adjacent shore for some of the scarlet-hued 

 beauties. 



The weather was unsettled and it looked as if Jupiter 

 Pluvius might at any moment again resume sway. Joe, 

 who claimed to know the signs that fortell wild weather, 

 was consulted, and fearing that his observations might 

 fail would give no decided opinion. His reply w"as, 

 "Wait a while, then we see." At this decision Ned 

 wished to take boat and skii-t along the shore for a few 

 trout, and then return and make the trip if there were 

 signs of clearing weather. I protested against this, 

 knowing full well if we once started for the angle in the 

 boat that it meant half a day's sport. With me it was 

 either remain the entire day or at once proceed. While 

 quibbling over this Joe had gained more confidence in re- 

 gard to the situation and pronounced in favor of bright- 

 ening weather, with a pi-omise that it might sprinkle a 

 little. These half-breeds who live on the lake seem living 

 barometers, exquisitely sensitive to all the invisible 

 changes of atmospheric expansion and compression; they 

 are not easily caught in those fierce storms that come 

 leaping with a wildness and violence that destroy and 

 devour. 



Ned finally consenting to sail at once for Maple Bay, 

 word was given to load the boat, and away for the home 

 of the radiant trout. The boatmen worked earnestly, 

 and soon the boat was ready and sailing before a light 

 breeze. We had not gone over a half mile before there 

 was a slight sprinkle and some rueful countenances. At 

 this manifestation of the elements we donned our rubbers 

 and then went into all kinds of prognostications relative 

 to the weather in prospect. Joe began to be looked 

 upon as a false prophet, and Ned began to berate me for 

 espousing so warmly the immediate trip to the promised 

 land. The tinkling drops, however, soon ceased, the 

 clouds broke away and brands of purple and violet, and 

 pale blue and fiuid gold began to shoot and quiver and 

 broaden. The weather had cleared and the sky had be- 

 come a fairy tale and the lake a love poem. Ned, our 

 melodist, rejoiced at the happy change, and his clear 

 ringing notes went echoing o'er the little foamy ripples 

 and along the wave-worn and thunder-scarred cliffs as 

 he sang: 



"How gallantly, how merrily 



We glide along the seal 

 The morning is all sunshine. 



The wind ia blowing free, 

 The billows are all sparkling, 



And bounding in the light. 

 Like creatures in whose sunny veins 



The blood is running bright." 



We had a long sail before us, along a serrated shore 

 abounding in charming bits of landscape. Surprise after 

 surprise constantly confronted us in bold cliffs, jutting 

 rocks, and deep depressions, o'er which the golden sun 

 shed an effulgent glow and the feathery foam gently 

 beat. How delicious this sHding o'er the sparkling waves 

 through balmy zephyrs, bright sunshine and under a 

 dome of tender blue, radiant yrith morning splendor and 



the dazzling satin of clouds. What nameless things pass 

 through the mind when Nature thus unfolds her glories 

 to the sensitive soul! They always come to us in such 

 delightful hours as these when sl'ie entertains us with her 

 holiest and best. T. Buchanan Eead has caught the fine 

 fervors of such moments in these stanzas; 



"My soul to-day 



Is far away 

 Sailing the Vesuvian Bay; 



My winged boat, 



A bird afloat, 

 Swims lound the purple peaks remote, 



"Round purple peaks 



It sails and seeks 

 Blue inlets and tbeir crystal creeks, 



Where high rocks throw 



Through deeps below 

 A duplicated glow." 



It was fuUy half an hour before we readied G^iulais 

 Bay, and then we had a ten-mile stretch to the other 

 side. The wind was still gentle, just breezy enough to 

 make the silver ripples dance and keep our canvas 

 straightened. It was a three hours' sail with the wind 

 we were then having, but when we were across the 

 breeze freshened, and we went along as quietly and 

 swiftly as a gull on wing. 



Maple Bay was reached by 2 o'clock, and happy mortals 

 we were, for here we would have many a delightful 

 interview with the scaly warriors 



"Of the motrled sides and shapely mold. 

 And crimson stars with fringe of gold." 



We concluded to pitch our tents on our old camping 

 ground, it being a lovely spot, and free from the bushes 

 which generally harbored the annoying flies and mos- 

 quitoes, and also arranged that everything should be put 

 in perfect order after dirmer, prior to our going out to 

 trick the dandy of the vermillion dye. I had purchased 

 before leaving home an lift., 7ozI split-bamboo rod of 

 Thos. A. Chubb, of Post Mills, Vt., and was exceedingly 

 anxious to ascertain its qualities. It was well balanced, 

 had perfect butt, sufllciently light and springy, .and if it 

 only showed a quick action in service, was satisfied it 

 would prove a Jim Dandy. Ned put together his Mitchell 

 rod, which was loz. heavier and 6in. longer than mine, 

 and which had seen six years hard service on the Nepigon 

 and North Shore. It was a superb rod, as I had ascer- 

 tained when I tried it last year. To Ned's credit be it 

 said, that he discarded the junk bag which he had with 

 him the previous season. This time he was more system- 

 atic, as he had the most of his impedimenta carefully 

 arranged in small bags and duly labeled. 



His flies aud leaders were in his fly-book in good form, 

 for these he prized highly. It was only in the odds and 

 ends and specialties he had bagged and marked, He 

 liked originality, and it was nowhere more prominent 

 than in his angling fancies. 



He had a pet creation of a fly, which he had made, and 

 which he put on as a stretcher. It was large and bushy, 

 and a combination of browu hackle and red feathers, 

 with horns and glass eyes. He would wager largely that 

 it would prove a taking lure, and I only hoped that it 

 would, for he had put his artistic soul into its achiteoture, 

 and I was desirous that his fullest anticipations might be 

 realized. 



The boys at last had everything completed and aU the 

 provisions ready for a rain with which we had been 

 threatened the last hour, and then they prepared a meal 

 which was to answer for both dinner and supper. We 

 sat down to that meal with a ravenous appetite, as we 

 had not had a bite of anything since our earlv breakfast, 

 and it was now nearly 4 o'clock. The feast over, we soon 

 took to the boat, eager to capture a golden fln. It being 

 conceded that the bow was the best position, we con- 

 cluded to even matters in that respect by a change in 

 seats each time we went out. Tossing up for first choice, 

 I won, and greedily selected the bow, and consequently 

 Ned resignedly took the stern with the remark that I 

 would have the first chance at the two big boulders just 

 ahead of us, where we never failed last year to secure a 

 rise or two whenever we fished there. 



As soon as the boat was a short distance from tbe 

 shore I commenced casting, having a silver-doctor for a 

 stretcher and a brown-hackle for the dropper, in order to 

 try my rod as well as somewhat to straighten leader and 

 flies. I was highly pleased with the action of the rod, 

 after I had cast a few times, and if it would only prove 

 equally as good when the quarry was at the alluring end 

 of the line, I would then declare the manufacturer an 

 artist and a credit to the guild, and write him to that 

 effect when I had returned to civilization. 



Coming within casting distance of the granite boulders, 

 I sent my flies sailing toward a choice place, saw them 

 fall as lightly as a snow flake upon the ripples and at the 

 spot I desired, and was rewarded with a magnificent 

 rise, and a disappointment at the same time, as I had 

 unfortimately failed to attach him to the coid steel. 

 Ned now fofiowed suit, sending his pet creation near the 

 same place, and was lucky enough to arouse and hang 

 one, which, after, a few minutes' active plav, was deftly 

 boated. It was about a 2 pounder, and a lovely specimen 

 of the rainbow beauties that make their lair in the rocky 

 crevices and around boulders poise, 



A further whipping of the waters did not secure an 

 additional rise, and so we continued our coin-se along the 

 wood-crowned shore, sti'iving hard to coax another dar- 

 ling of the spotted jacket to change his element. Reach- 

 ing a jutting point that disclosed flne cover in shelving 

 and creviced rocks, I was once more compensated with a 

 capital rise, which I was fortunate enough to impale, but 

 which, sad to relate, escaped after I had about conquered 

 him. Ned was in deep sympathy with me over the loss, 

 saymg, "Better luck next time," and Joe, being in the 

 same mood, declared: "You get'em by and by." Having 

 had experiences of the same kind I took it quite philo- 

 sophically, knowing full well that the tide would soon 

 turn. 



A moment or two after this, Ned had a wolfish snap, 

 and then a maddened trout was ploughing through the 

 water with the fancy fly dangling from his quivering 

 jaws. He out up many an odd caper, and at last leaped 

 in frenzied energy from the roughened water, showering 

 the bright drops from his dappled coat. A dash or two 

 more, a dive to the bottom, and then a struggle or two, 

 and up he came and turned his mottled sides to the sur- 

 face as a token ©f surrender, and then was gently drawn 



