Forest and Stream. 



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NEW YORK, JULY 2, 1891. 



( VOL. XXXVI.-No. 24. 



I No. 318 Bhoadway, New York. 



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No. 318 Bboadwat. 



Forest nnd Streftm Pnbllalilnir Ooi 



New York City. 



CONTENTS. 



Editorial. 



To a Trespass Sign. 



Present Progress in Yachting. 



Snap Shots. 

 The Sportsman Tourist, 



On the North Shore.— ix. 



In June. 

 Natural History. 



Abalone and Squid. 



Color of Screech Owls. 



The Beaver and His Sunken 

 Wood. 



Bob White in Spring. 



The Boy and the Bird's Nest. 

 Game Bag and Gun. 



Six Years Under Maine Game 

 Laws.— IX. 



News From Yellowstone Park 



A Streak of Luck. 

 Sea and River Fishing. 



Rocky Mountain Grayling. 



Chicago and the West. 



A July Outing. 



Greenwood Lake. 



Castalia Reveries. 



Angling Notes. 



Red Spots of Brook Trout. 



New Hampshire Waters. 



New England Waters. 



"Queen of the Rod." 



Fishgulture. 



Nevada Fishculture. 

 The Kennel. 



Beagle Training. 



Greyhounds at Chicago. 



Shy Breeders. 



Prick Ears. 



English Bulldog Club Show. 

 Canadian Customs Regula- 

 tions. 

 Perfect Training. 

 Dog Chat. 

 Kennel Notes. 



Answers to Correspondents. 

 Rifle and Trap Shooting. 



Range and Gallery. 



The Revolver Range at Bisley. 



A Revolver Practice Score. 



The Trap. 



Brooklyn Traps. 

 Yachting. 



American Model Y. C. 



Eastern Y. C. Annual. 



Tugboats and Yachts. 



.Tack o' Lanthorn. 



Cherry Diamond Y. C. 

 Canoeing. 



Down the Susquehanna.— m. 



Canoeing Notes. 

 Answers to Correspondents. 



TO A TRESPASS SIGN. 

 Scene: A wood. An old man with a fishing rod speaks: 



WHAT strange object is this which I behold, incon- 

 gruous in its staring whiteness of fresh paint and 

 black lettering, its straightn^ss of lines and abrupt irreg- 

 ularity amid the soft tints and graceful curves of this 

 sylvan scene? As I live, a trespass sign! 



Thou inanimate yet most impertinent thing, dumb yet 

 commanding me with most imperative words to depart 

 hence, how dost thou dare forbid my entrance upon what 

 has so long been my own, even as it is the birds' and 

 beasts' and fishes', not by lease or title deed, but of natural 

 rigbt? 



Hither from time immemorial have they come at will 

 and so departed at no man's behest, as have I since the 

 happy days when a barefoot boy I cast my worm-baited 

 hook among the crystal foam bells, or bearing the 

 heavy burden of my grandsire's rusty flint-lock, I stalked 

 the wily grouse in the diurnal twilight of these thickets. 



Here was I thrilled by the capture of my first trout; 

 here exulted over the downfall of my first woodcock; 

 here, grown to man's estate, I learned to cast the fly; 

 here beheld my fii-st dog draw upon his game, and here, 

 year after year, till my locks have grown gray, have I 

 come, sharp set with months of longing, to live again for 

 a little while the care-free days of youth. 



Never have I been bidden to depart but by storm or 

 nightfall or satiety, until now thou confrontest me with 

 thy impudent mandate, thou, thou contemptible, but yet 

 not to be despised nor unheeded parallelogram of painted 

 deal, with thy legal phrases and impending penalties; 

 thou, the silent yet terribly impressive representative of 

 men whose purses are longer than mine! 



What is their right to this stream, these woods, com- 

 pared to mine? Theirs is only gained by purchase, con- 

 firmed by scrawled parchgaent, eigneii mh Sealed, pine 



a birthright, as always I hoped they might be of my sons 

 and my son's sons. 



What to the usurpers of our rights are these woods and 

 waters but a place for the killing of game and fish ? They 

 do not love, as a man the roof-tree whereunder he was 

 born, these arches and low aisles of the woods, they do 

 not know as I do every silver loop of the brook, every 

 tree whose quivering reflection throbs across its eddies: 

 its voice is only babble to their ears, the song of the pines 

 tells them no story of bygone years. 



Of all comers here, I who expected most kindly wel- 

 come, am most inhospitably treated. All my old familiars, 

 the birds, the beasts and the fishes, may fly over thee, 

 walk beneath thee, swim around thee, but to me thou art 

 a wall that I may not pass. 



I despise thee and spit upon thee, thou most impudent 

 intruder, thou insolent sentinel, thou odious monument 

 of selfishness, but I dare not lay hands upon thee and 

 cast thee down and trample thee in the dust of the earth 

 as thou shouldst of right be entreated. 



To rid myself of thy hateful sight, I can only turn my 

 back upon thee and depart with sorrow and anger in my 

 heart, 



May'st thou keep nothing but disappointment for- the 

 greedy wretches who set thee here. 



PRESENT PROGRESS IN YACHTING. 



JUDGED by the usual standards, the present season is 

 an exceptionally dull one in the yachting world. 

 After the bustling and exciting era of international rac- 

 ing from 1885 to 1887, a certain reaction was but natural; 

 and this, aided by the disputes over terms and condi- 

 tions, has resulted in the entire cessation of international 

 racing. With the removal of its chief stimulus, the 

 famous 90ft. sloop class, so called, has gone out of 

 existence as quickly as it appeared, thus robbing 

 the racing events of New York and Boston of their 

 most important feature. It might be supposed that, 

 though international racing has stopped, and the 

 special class created for it has at the same time 

 disap^jeared , the result would be merely a return to 

 the regular racing in all classes that was the leading 

 feature of American yachting up to the time of Genesta's 

 challenge; but so far from this being the case, it is 

 only too evident such general racing as was in vogue 

 even five years since has died out in America as it has in 

 Great Britain. On both sides of the Atlantic the same 

 state of affairs is found, the large schooners, cutters and 

 sloops, whose names were famous up to 1884, have 

 dropped entirely out of racing, while nothing of corres- 

 ponding tonnage has been built to take their places. New 

 boats have appeared, it is true, but only in the sizes 

 under 46ft., the great majority in fact being but diminu- 

 tive racing machines. 



This year in America the largest class is the 46ft., while 

 in England the corresponding class, 20-rating, has borne 

 the brunt of the racing for three years. 



With international racing at a standstill, with the 90 ft. 

 sloops converted into cruising schooners, and with hardly 

 an avowed racer in the old fleet, the only hope of sport 

 has been grounded in the new 46ft. class; and this hope 

 has been rudely dissipated by the manifest superiority of 

 one boat to most of her fellows. Looked at from the 

 standpoint of large yachts and large fleets, the season is 

 a most disappointing one, nor are the whole cause of the 

 evil, and its complete remedy so clearly discernible as to 

 promise much better for next year. 



To those most familiar with yachting, a bright side is 

 visible, and in spite of the decadence of racing in the 

 larger classss it is a question whether yachting was ever 

 more prosperous and flourishing than to-day. A proof of 

 this may be found in our yachting columns every week 

 in the season, especially at the dates of the summer holi- 

 days. Complete as our reports are, they cover hardly 

 half the races sailed, many being purely of local interest, 

 but each one testifying to the existence of yachts and 

 yachtsmen in their respective localities. The increase 

 in every way is noticeable, new clubs established, new 

 houses built, new members added, new boats built and 

 raced. Our exchanges tell the same story from all parts 

 of the country; on the Pacific coast, 'on the Great Lakes, 

 and on the rivers and other inland waters. The work is 

 going on steadily and quietly, there is nothing sensational 

 about it, and it attracts far less attention in print than 

 would be accorded to the news of a new racer or of a 

 threatened challenge for the America's Cup, but it is none 

 t^ie lees real 



The result of the great Cup races was to attract the at- 

 tention of the whole nation to yachting, to bring in new 

 recruits and to lead to such vast improvements as may be 

 seen in every club fleet. Though the cause has ceased to 

 exist, the effect still continues, and with renewed force; 

 the men who found their pleasure four years since in 

 merely watching the races of Volunteer and Thistle, 

 have since then been busy at home in organizing yacht 

 clubs, in providing themselves with yachts and in sailing 

 races. 



It will be a glad day for every yachtsman in the coun- 

 try when another international race is started off New 

 York or Marblehead, or when the regattas of the great 

 clubs can muster sloops and schooners in all classes in 

 such numbers as to make a race for each class, but in the 

 meanwhile the work has not stopped, but is going on with 

 an earnestness and vigor that must be productive of the 

 most important results before many years. 



THE NEW YORK ASSOCIATION. 



THE communication from Gen. D. H. Bruce relative 

 to the New York Association for the Protection of 

 Fish and Game has a twofold claim to careful reading 

 and respectful consideration. The subject is one of utmost 

 importance, and Gen. Bruce is admirably qualified to 

 discuss it. Closely identified with the Association in past 

 years, he represents that class of its members who have 

 watched with genuine regret the gradual falling away of 

 the organization from its original purpose, its alienation 

 of interest from fish and game protection, and its ultimate 

 conversion into a purely trap-shooting association. 



Neither Gen. Bruce nor any other friend of the Associ- 

 ation as it was has any quarrel with trap-shooting; but 

 all regret that this sport should have crowded out atten- 

 tion to the purposes for which the society was estab- 

 lished. We believe, too, that he represents a large 

 number of New York sportsmen who would gladly join 

 in a movement to restore the protective features of the 

 existing organization or to establish a new society with 

 similar aims. We would be pleased to have some ex- 

 pressions of opinion from those who are interested, and 

 particularly from the present officers of the New York 

 Association, 



SNAP SHOTS. 



WE are informed by Dr. Henshall, who has charge of 

 the Angling Exhibit at the coming World's Fair, 

 that the manufacturers and dealers, both in this country 

 and England, are responding nobly to the invitation to" 

 participate in that exhibit, and that it bids fair to be not 

 only the largest, but altogether the most varied and com- 

 prehensive display of everything pertaining to angling 

 that can be imagined. Dr. Henshall will be in New York 

 during the first half of July and will visit the manu- 

 facturers of, and dealers in, angling goods of this city and 

 vicinity ; his address will be at the office of Forest and 

 Stream. 



"When I was a boy" is a phrase which is often the key 

 to a good story, a reminiscence, or a comparison of the 

 old ways with the new. Those of us who use the rod or 

 the gun are given to telling of early experiences as sports- 

 men or fishermen, when we tramped the fields undogged 

 by thought of care or work and went fishing fancy free. 

 The files of the Forest and Stream are rich in these 

 relations. And now, for a "Special Number," to be pub- 

 lished at a date not far distant, we propose a series of 

 such reminiscences. There must be a score or more of 

 readers of this note, whose hairs are silvered with the 

 years, who have something worth the telling of the fields 

 and the streams and woods life of those golden days. 



Dr. Joseph W. Alsop, of Middletown, Conn,, who died 

 last week, was identified with the Middlesex County 

 Association, which was one of the pioneer societies to 

 lease shooting and fishing privileges. Dr. Alsop took an 

 intelligent interest in promoting the cause of fish and 

 game protection, and his influence will be missed in 

 Connecticut. 



A disappointed fish peddler was belaboring his slow 

 but patient horse in a street in Georgetown, D. C, the 

 other day, and calling out his wares at intervals as: 

 "Herrtn', herrin', fresh herrin'." A tender-hearted lady, 

 seeing the act of cruelty to the horse, called out sternly 

 from an upper window, "Have you no mercy?" "No, 

 mum," was the reply, "nothin' but herrin'," 



