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country, and 1 am sure that we will have a delightful 

 time. 



Bob Hibbs of McMinnville was in town last week and 

 reminded me of my last spring's promise to go with him 

 in August to the lake in the Coast Eange at the head- 

 waters of the Nestuckee River in Tillamook county, for 

 a couple of weeks. He and a friend were out there re- 

 cently and caught 685 fine trout in one day. It is abso- 

 lutely necessary that I should take this trip, for it savors 

 of business. The outlet of the lake is through a very 

 narrow rocky gorge, and a dam 70ft. high can be con- 

 structed at small expense, and we intend to organize a 

 company to secure the lake and adjacent country and 

 convert the same into a magnificent mountain resort 

 where pleasure parties will be able to find boating and 

 berries, and an abundance of game and fish. 



My friend Judge Sheppard of Alsea Bay, Bsnton county, 

 was in town two weeks ago and exacted my promise 

 (which was freely and gladly given) to come over and 

 camp with him for a couple of weeks in August. This 

 will be a most delightful trip, for he informs me that he 

 cannot keep pigs on account of the bears, and the very 

 day that he started for Portland he observed two deer 

 feeding with his cow near the house. He says we can 

 take a rowboat and in a short time pull up to the head of 

 tide water right into elk country, and as for monster 

 trout — well, you know what the Coast Range is for trout, 

 and this particular part of it has not been fished. The 

 Judge says that he thinks very strongly of getting a 

 gun. 



John Brigham came over from Tdlamook Heads the 

 other day, and during my absence exacted and received 

 a promise from my wife that we would go over there 

 about the middle of August and enjoy a couple of weeks' 

 Vacation at his ranch. It seems that John told her that 

 she could have the most delightful sea bathing, while a 

 hundred acres of smooth, level grassy ground were at 

 our disposal for camping purposes, with a fine trout 

 stream on one side and a herd of elk on the other. It is 

 a fact that a neighbor of his killed seven elk in less than 

 an hour one day last winter, but I do not feel bound to 

 consider this arrangement, as it was made without con- 

 sulting me. 



As for the trip up the Mackenzie with Cip. Riley along 

 toward the last of August, I think I shall try and per- 

 suade Cap. to postpone that delightful trip until next 

 year. 



Lastly, but not leastly, my wife informs me that our 

 promise to go to the Molalla country for four weeks 

 some time during the month of August must be kept 

 sacred. In fact she recently received a letter from our 

 old friends out there that reads as follows: "Be at the 

 Falls August first. Gottlieb will be there.— Katrina 

 Fyeer." 



I might add that there are a few interior precincts yet 

 to hear from. S. H. Greenis. 



Pobtxanb, Oregon, .June 12. 



EUTOPI A. 



Historical. 



The Revolution had driven into exile before it among 

 others the Royal American Fencibles, and stranere com- 

 pany to be in such close proximity, a band of Quakers 

 who, landing on the shores of the Bay of Fundy about 

 1783, had determined to found there at a spot which they 

 named Pennfield, a colony in which negro slavery should 

 find no place. It was at Beaver Harbor that their land- 

 ing was effected; with them came their surveyor, sturdy 

 Jacob BuffiDgton. 



Now the men of the Royal American Fencibles who 

 were to be fed by the British Government for two years 

 in consideration of their loyalty, were also given land 

 bounding on the shores of the River Magaguadaric. not 

 far distant from Pennfield, and Jacob was authorized to 

 make the survey. Using the river as a base he laid out 

 the lots on either side, the fronts were measured and 

 boundaries placed on the river bank alone. 



Not long after, Captain Clinch, an officer of the English 

 army, was employed to survey the side lines of these 

 lots." He and his party had extended one of these lines a 

 distance of less than a mile when they found their course 

 suddenly impeded by the waters of a lake five miles long; 

 this lovely lake was surrounded by forest-covered hills, 

 and never did autumn leaves in Valombrosa fall faster 

 and thicker than they did on the shores, when the scarlet 

 of the maple and golden of the white birch had faded 

 brown and sere before the cruel breath of Autumn. 



"Eutopia!" exclaimed Clinch, and Eutopia has been 

 the name ever since, for honest Jacob Buffington had 

 allotted as land to the members of the Royal American 

 Fencibles, Philip Bailey commanding, a territory which 

 was half water. Now the staid old Quaker would never 

 have done such an act wilfully, he had erred like other 

 mortals in assuming to be land what really was water, 

 or. at least, water covered an Eutopian assumption. 



Eutopia was always a favorite resting place of the 

 Abenakis. but people were there before the Abenakis 

 saw it. Many years since there was a stone mason resid- 

 ing not far from the point where the Magaguadaric, by a 

 magnificent fall like Arethusa of old, jumps into old 

 ocean. 



One day when this mason, who was not a member of 

 a trades union and who knew nothing whatever about 

 strikes, was looking over the broken pieces of granite 

 lying on the hill side on the west shore of Eutopia, to 

 obtain for the uses of his business, his eye fell on an 

 oval piece 3 tin. in length by 18 in. breadth; when he had 

 turned this over he saw to his amazement sculptured on 

 it in low relief, the head and profile of a man whose hair 

 wa3 bound with a fillet, the face, which was perfect with 

 the exception of one lip, was that of a stern man. It was 

 as smoothly carved as if executed by the hand of some 

 sculptor whose work had been done in historic times; the 

 features were those of one who had thought deeply, and 

 determination was written on that granite brow. The 

 mason took his prize to the shore of the lake and rowed 

 home with it. When he arrived there he placed his 

 treasure trove in front of his cottage, but his wife refused 

 to allow it to remain, saying that "it glowered at her," 

 good proof of the ancient unknown sculptor's skill. The 

 mason was, I think, Scotch, which may account for the 

 fact that instead of doing as the crafty Arabs did with the 

 Moabite stone, that is to say, break it in pic c?s. he took 

 it to Saint George and for the consideration of |4 sold it 

 to Mr. A. I. Wetrnore, collector of that port. 



Philosophers and antiquaries, ye who love so much to 

 deal in theories and hypothesis, take a look at that face 

 and tell me what race gave birth to the artist who has 

 left the impress of his genius in indelible characters on 

 the granite? I might safely offer you all the gold that 

 hasever rendered so many generations of men miserable 

 as a reward for the. solution of this question without fear 

 of either loss or gain. 



Eutopia Fishing. 



Having introduced Eutopia historically to the readers 

 of Forest and Stream, the writer will proceed to de- 

 scribe this lake and its surroundings as well as memory 

 permits, for he is not sitting, pencil in hand, by its well- 

 loved shores, listening to the murmurs of incipient bil- 

 lows which gently break in softest cadence on the white 

 and glittering sand, so gently indeed that their cooling 

 sound would not disturb an infant's rest. 



For eight miles from its falls, at the little town of St. 

 George, the Magaguadaric runs very tranquilly between 

 low banks fringed by meadows. It is navigable for that 

 distance for boats and canoes. About three miles above 

 St. George it is joined by the outlet of Eutopia, a deep, 

 silent, tree-overshadowed stream more than a mile long. 

 This is also navigable for boats and canoes, and thus the 

 sportsman who desires an outing can take his tent and 

 the supplies, which he can get at the village of St. George, 

 along with him in his craft; no portages need be made. 

 When the water in the Magaguadaric is high its surplus 

 passes into Lake Eutopia. This finds its way out of that 

 natural reservoir again when the river falls during sum- 

 mer's heat. The stream which connects Eutopia with 

 the Magaguadaric is called by the fitting name of the 

 "canal." 



Where the canal leaves the lake there is a long, low 

 point formed from finest sand , the result of the decom- 

 position of the granite of the surrounding hills; there are 

 no pebbles among it nor impurities of any kind, and here 

 if one wishes he can bathe in the pure and cool waters of 

 Eutopia, or if he wishes to camp, he can find no better 

 place. Rose Bay, so called from the fragrant single rose 

 which grows wild in abundance along its gracefully 

 curving, sandy shore, lies close to the mouth of the canal. 

 Above the canal, and on the west side, the granite hills 

 covered by woods rise to an elevation of perhaps 500ft. 

 Between two of these there nestles a small pond named 

 Otter Lake. It is not known to contain trout. The shore 

 north of the canal is also indented by numerous little 

 coves, forming deep recesses in the shore; boats or canoes 

 can land here, and here also among the woods one finds 

 boughs for bedding and wood for fuel. The water of the 

 lake is so pure that one needs not to look for brook or 

 spring. Eutopia formerly abounded with trout of the 

 finest flavor, and even now a fairly good sportsman can 

 secure all the fish he requires for the wants of his party 

 either from Eutopia or from its surrounding lakes. 



Smelts abound in Eutopia, and are taken at their season 

 of migration. There are two kinds, the large from 6 to 

 Sin. long. These early in May ascend into Mill Lake, a 

 large tributary to Eutopia, from which it is less than a 

 quarter of a mile distant. 



The smaller smelt, which is but 2 or 3in. long, in early 

 summer ascends several small brooks to spawn. Their 

 migration is done by night, and by means of a birch bark 

 torch I have seen countless myriads of them struggling 

 hard against the adverse current, so anxious, indeed, to 

 reach the upper waters of these little brooks that thou- 

 sands of them were stranded on their shores. They could 

 be taken from the stream in handfuls, so thickly were 

 they packed. 



The mouths of these brooks were famous places for 

 catchiug the largest and finest trout, for they gather here 

 in the evening, ravenously greedy after their favorite 

 food, the smelt. Canoes and boats were laid off at anchor 

 a short distance from the shore, and fishing was continued 

 long into the night. Smelt of course was the bait used. 

 Part of the company remained on shore preparing meals 

 for the fishermen. 



The blaze from their camp-fires, as night advanced, 

 threw out in relief boats and fishermen. Often, when an 

 unfortunate fisherman was struggling with a large trout, 

 wood was piled on the fire to get more light on the 

 struggle, and many a joke passed from shore to lake as 

 the disappointed man drew his line toward him to replace 

 the bait which had disappeared with the trout, which, 

 exhausted, but yet a victor, had receded to darker and 

 deeper waters. 



The quality of these trout was excellent, and so good 

 indeed that some of them soon found their way from the 

 lake into the frying-pan. O a the east side of Like Eu- 

 topia at the distance of less than half a mile lies Trout 

 Lake; this was once one of the most famous fishing 

 grounds in New Brunswick. At its inlet, where a large, 

 clear and intensely cold stream emptied into it, large 

 trout loved to disport themselves and were taken in great 

 quantities around the "rush bed; - ' fishing was here done 

 by wading or from boats or canoes. 



A famous place for fishing was "the Bluff," on the 

 shore of Like Eutopia, near where Trout Brook emptied 

 into it. I have seen many large trout taken here. The 

 view of Eutopia from its center is very fine; there are 

 hills all around it, those on the west side being the high- 

 est, the contours of the whole being very varied and 

 beautiful. There are but few habitations on the shores 

 of the lake, the country being nearly all in a state of 

 nature. 



Eutopic is about seven miles from the Bay of Fundy, 

 and those fogs which render that bay so gloomy bring a 

 refreshing coolness to the lake, which they very seldom 

 invade, rarely extending any distance from the ocean 

 into the interior. 



Eutopia is conveniently reached from St. John or St. 

 Stephens, New Brunswick, by rail, the distance from 

 either place being a little over forty miles. 



To him who wishes a cool and pleasant spot in which 

 to camp when the cities to the west are parched by 

 fervent heat and when also he will have a fair chance of 

 "deluding some of the spotted fry," Eutopia offers as 

 many advantages as any place I know of. 



Edward Jack. 



Fredericton, N. B. 



"PODGERS'S" COMMENTARIES. 



Well, I put my foot in it the other day. I am always 

 doing it as every other man does when he meddles with 

 women's fads, fashions and idiosyncrasies. Women may 

 not be always loyal to each other, but when you trench 

 on their preserves, and especially when you attempt to 

 criticise their fads and their follies, they will make com- 

 mon cause against you, and in the emphatic language of 

 slang, "go for you." One of them has gone for me, and 

 all about what I said of their persisting in encouraging 

 the destruction of song birds by wearing feathers in their 

 hats. She says they do not, and that my remarks are a 

 libel on women; and if I would take pains to observe I 

 would see that feathers and birds are not worn now, for 

 they have gone out of fashion. I saw several hats to-day 

 adorned with both birds and feathers, but as she says 

 they are not wearing them, of course what I saw goes for 

 nothing, and I am squelched. The question of considera- 

 tion for the birds don't seem to figure much in the argu- 

 ment, but if birds and feathers have "gone out," that 

 settles it, and there is hope for the birds, and we are glad 

 to know it. May it never come in again. May the 

 woman who undertakes to revive it never have an offer, 

 but be condemned to perpetual single blessedness. 



In a former chapter I believe I rather disparaged 

 grangers as friends of the sportsman, aud accused them 

 of begrudging the birds that fractional part of the grain 

 crop they consumed, and now I see that "Awahsoose" 

 goes for my scalp. 



All rules have an exception, and I am free to admit 

 that there are grangers and grangers, or farmers, which- 

 ever name they prefer to be called, who are friendly to 

 sportsmen and do not poison birds. I spoke of them as a 

 class and do not abate one jot of my assertion that many 

 do deny the sportsman the privilege of shooting over 

 their lands and do poison birds. I know this from per- 

 sonal observation. 



I cannot blame a farmer for driving off a sportsman 

 who comes shooting around his house or barn. A person 

 who would do it is not entitled to be called a sportsman. 

 The simple fact of his carrying a gun does not make him 

 one. In "Awahsoose" we seem to have the combination of 

 sportsman and farmer, a very happy one, and being the 

 former, he is necessarily an exception to the rule so often 

 governing the latter. 



From the perusal of the very interesting contributions 

 to the Forest and Stream by "Awahsoose," it is evident 

 that he is an accomplished sportsman, whatever his rank 

 as a granger. His admission of the fact that he wears 

 socks will, 1 fear, exclude him from the Jerry Simpson 

 ideal of the granger proper. To that fractional portion 

 of his make-up that remains granger after deducting 

 what seems to be a preponderance of sportsman, I apolo- 

 gize as an exception to the rule, but am sorry I can't do 

 the same to the rank and file. "Scissors." 



Mr, Ramon E. Wilson, I see, comes out in defense of 

 California as a trout-fishing State, in reply to Mr. C. B. 

 Willis, who appears not to have had any great knowledge 

 of its resources. 



What Mr. Wilson states I can fully verify from per- 

 sonal familiarity with most of the lakes and streams he 

 quotes. He omitted mention of one stream, the best of 

 all, in my opinion, the Hope Valley, a tributary to the 

 Carson River, where I have caught more trout in a day 

 than on any waters I ever cast a fly upon. It is about 

 sixteen miles over the range, back of Like Tahoe. It 

 was over the grade leading down into this beautiful 

 valley that Hank Monk drove Horaca Greeley when the 

 few hairs on the philosopher's head stood straight up. It 

 was this valley that Gen. Fremont struck on his first 

 expedition to California when Kit Carson acted as guide. 

 The party camped on the high ridge overlooking the 

 valley, and on a large tree shading the camp the names 

 of the party were cut, which were still discernible the 

 last time I crossed the range. 



Happening to mention one day to Gen. Fremont that I 

 had lunched on the site of his old camp en route to the 

 trout stream, he remarked: "What a godsend it would 

 have been to us to have known there were fish in that 

 stream, as at the time we camped under that old tree we 

 were almost reduced to a diet of boot-legs." 



Mr. Wilson is right. There is plenty of good fishing in 

 California, and what a climate for camping out! No 

 drizzling rainstorms to interfere — bright, cloudless days 

 and cool nights. It is simply glorious. Poduers. 



The four fall-page pictures, Young Mountain Sheep, American 

 Elk, Grour> of EIk, and Forest and Stream's Grizzly, from the 

 "Forest and Stream A.nimal Series," handsomely printed on heavy 



, paper suitable for framing. The. set of four (in tube) will be sent 



' for ten cents (stamps will do).— Adv. 



PETS IN FEATHERS AND FUR. 



I am the property of a little hundred-pound wife, a 

 parrot, two hunting dogs with bammerless gun attach- 

 ments, a trio of quail, a Brazilian grosbeak, a green 

 canary who sings in ' G," a tailless fox-squirrel, a flock of 

 white leghorn hens, a cote of pigeons, a blue jay, a red- 

 bird, and a few other domineers, some at home and some 

 at the office. 



As to the characteristics and handling of the above 

 assortment, perhaps I can give your readers "a pointer" 

 or two, and then probably I cannot, but I will try hard. 



If necessary to manage a hundred-pound wife, take the 

 advice of the big Scotch blacksmith, whose better half 

 was accustomed to hammer him, and who said in reply to 

 inquiry, "It pleases she and it don't hurt I." 



You have dumb pets, helpless and dependent upon you ; 

 put yourself in their places for one week and see if you, 

 situated as they are, wouldn't appreciate a minute's care 

 each morning, a little seed, water, sand and fruit. Better 

 let your little companions go free than neglect them. 

 But remember that after you have changed their wild 

 instincts to caged, domestic habits they are no longer able 

 to hold their own against their wild- wood brethren, and 

 you should help them out. 



Don't attempt raising pigeons; accept the fact that you 

 must raise half a dozen for every strolling gun that goes 

 by to one that you have to yourself, I speak from sad 

 experience; rats, cats, skunks and kids will leave, you 

 stranded; of course those cheap rifles in the hands of ten- 

 year-old boys are not particularly dangerous, excepting to 



