Forest and Stream 



A Weekly Journal oe the Rod and Gun. 



Tbhmb, it A Year. 10 Cts. a Oovy. I 

 Six MoiSTns, $3. ) 



NEW YORK, JULY 28, 1892. 



( VOL. XXXIX.-No. i 



I No. 318 Bhoadway, New York. 



CONTENTS. 



Editorial. 



Familiar Acquaintances.— vii 

 Massachusetis Game Bird Im- 

 portation, 

 MeiD"ry. 



The Way of the Transgressor. 

 Snap Shots. 



Tine Sportsman Tourist. 



Camps ol the Kingfishers.— vt. 

 Natural History. 



Oallfornia Sodr Birils. 

 The Mungoose in Jamaica. 



Game Bag and Gun. 



ThRt Game Pocket. 

 The Old Musket. 

 Another Day with the Grouse. 

 Stocking Massachusetts 

 Covers. 



Major Merrill's "Black War- 

 rior." 



YeUowstone Park Notes. 

 Sea and River Fishing. 

 Doe, 



Trout on Moosehead Lake. 

 Angling N .te= 



Experience With Rainbow 

 Trout. 



Anglino: in Canada. 



Maine Tronting. 



SBie of Trout in Close Season, 



PiantiDg Salmon and Trap- 

 ping Bears. 



Fishculture. 



Rearing Fish for Dist-ibution. 

 Lake Ontiario Whiteflsh Sup- 

 ply. 



The Kennel. 



Reporters, Critics, etc. 

 Gordon Setter Club Meeting. 

 Pacitic Fox-Terrier Club. 

 Pervois. 



Notes and Notions. 



Flaps from tlie Beaver's Tail. 



Points and Flushes. 



Dog Chat. 



Kennel Notes. 



Answers to Correspondents. 

 Canoeing. 

 The W. c. A. Meet. 

 Northern Division Meet. 

 A. C. A. Transportation Com- 

 mittee Circular. 

 News Notes. 



Yachting. 



To Boston in a 25- Footer. 

 Ciiesapeake Bay Y. C. 

 Mobile Y. C. 

 Lake Y. R. A. 

 New York Y. C. Cruise. 

 Sinking of the Alva. 

 July Rpgattas. 

 News Notes. 



Rifle Range and Gallery. 



New Jersey Rifle Shooting. 

 Trap Shooting. 



On the Chesapeake's Shore. 

 Peoria Tournament. 

 Drivers and Twisters, 

 Matches and Meetings. 



Answers to Queries. 



For Prospectus and Advertising Rates see Page 87. 



OUR AMATEUR PHOTOGRAPHS AT THE 

 WORLDS FAIR. 



Provision has been made for an adequate Forest and 

 Stream representation at the World's Fair; and among 

 other exhibits will be shown, in part or in whole, the 

 collection of amateur photographs received by us in the 

 amateur competition. It may safely be predicted that 

 the series will set forth in most effective manner the out- 

 door life of the American sportsman. 



FAMILIAR ACQUAINTANCES, 



VIII,— THE OOLDEN-WINGED WOODPECKER. 



The migrant woodpecker whose cheery cackle assures 

 U3 of the certainty of spring is rich in names that well 

 befit him. If you take to high-sounding titles for your 

 humble friends, you will accept Colaptes auratus as he 

 flies above you, borrowing more gold of the sunbeams 

 that shine through his yellow pinions, or will be content 

 to call him simply golden- winged. 



When he flashes his wings in straight away flight be- 

 fore you, or sounds his sharp, single note of alarm, or 

 peers down at you from the door of his lofty tower, or 

 clings to its wooden wall, or clinging to a fence stake 

 displays his mottled back, you recogniza the fitness of 

 each name the country folk have given him — flicker, yel- 

 low-hammer, yarrup, and what Thoreau often termed 

 him, partridge-woodpecker. 



It is a wonder that the joyous cackle wherewith he an- 

 nounces bis return from his winter sojourn in the South 

 has not gained him another, and that love-note, so like 

 the slow whetting of a knife upon a steel , still another. 

 Perhaps it is because they are especially sounds of spring 

 and seldom if ever heard after the season of joyful ar- 

 rival and love-making. 



During the sama season you frequently hear him attun- 

 ing his harsh sharp voice to its softest note of endear- 

 ment, a loDg-drawn and modulated variation of his 

 cackle, 



When household cares begin, the lord and lady of the 

 wooden tower, like too many greater and wiser two- 

 legged folk, give over singing and soft words. At home 

 and abroad, their deportment is sober and business-like, 

 and except for an occasional alarm-cry, they are mostly 

 silent. 



As you wander through the orchard of an early mid- 

 summer day and pause beside an old apple tree to listen 

 to the cuckoo's flute or admire the airy fabric of the wood 

 pewee's nest, a larger scale of lichen on the lichen ed 

 boughs, you hear a smothered vibrant murmur close 

 beside you, as if the heart of the old tree was pulsating 

 with audible life. 



It is startlingly suggestive of disturbed yellow-jackets, 

 but when you move around the trunk in cautious recon- 

 noisance, you discover the roucd portal of a flicker's 

 home and the saund resolves itself into barmjessness. It 



is only the callow young clamoring for food, or complain- 

 ing of their circumscribed quarters. 



Not many days hence they will be out in the wide world 

 of air and sunshine of which they now know as little as 

 when they chipped the shell. Lusty fellows they will be 

 then, with much of their parents' beauty already displayed 

 in their bright new plumage and capable of an outcry 

 that will hold a bird-eating cat at bay, 



A little later they will be, as their parents are, helpful 

 allies against the borers, the insidious enemies of our 

 apple trees. It is a warfare which the groundling habits 

 of the golden-wings make them more ready to engage in 

 than any other of the woodpecker clans. 



In sultry August weather, when the shrill cry of the 

 cicada pierces the hot air like a hotter needle of sound, 

 and the dry husky beat of his wings emphasizes the ap- 

 parent fact of drouth as you walk on the desiccated slip- 

 pery herbage of meadow and pasture, the golden-wings 

 with all their grown-up fsmilyflyup before you from 

 their feast on the ant hills and go flashing and flickering 

 away like rockets shot aslant, into the green tent of the 

 wild cherry trees to their dessert of juicy black fruit. 



Early in the dreariness of November, they have van- 

 ished with all the horde of summer residents who have 

 made the season of leaf, flower and fruit the brighter by 

 their presence. 



The desolate leafless months go by, till at last comes 

 the promise of spring and you are aware of a half un- 

 conscious listening for the golden-wings. 



Presently the loud long joyous iteration breaks upon 

 yom- ear and you hail the fulfilment of the promise and 

 the blithe newcomer, a golden link in the lengthening 

 chain that is encircling the earth. 



THE IV AY OF THE TRANSGRESSOR. 



Two full-grown men in Clinton county, this State, on 

 a recent Sunday, lugged a .44cal, Winchester rifle into 

 the woods at Fern Lake for a hunt. In the evening two 

 other men, alarmed at their failure to return, went out 

 to look for them. When the searchers saw the hunters 

 coming, one said to the other, "Let's scare them;" and 

 the two hid in the bushes. Then one of the searchers, we 

 are told, "began to imitate the roars of wild animals." 

 The hunter who had the rifie promptly fired at the roar- 

 ing, and the roarer lived an hour and then died. 



At about the same time another catastrophe to a July 

 hunter happened in the Maine woods. A young Bostonian 

 went from Parmachenee to Eump Pond, near the Can- 

 adian border, on a hunting expedition. He was shot in 

 the thigh, and the Phillips (Me.) Phonograph tells this 

 story of what it means to "go for the doctor" when a 

 man is wounded in the wilderness: 



A guide was at once despatched for Dr. Palnaer at Phillips, 

 sixty miles away. The guide started about 6 P. M. He reached 

 the falls on Cupsuptic River at half past mne. There was no 

 boat there and he constructed a raft on which he hoped to reach 

 Pleasant Island, hut in the darkness he soon ran upon a snag 

 which precipitated him into the river. He succeeded in getting 

 safely ashore and remained there during the night. At day- 

 break he went to the upper landing and found a boat, which he 

 dragged around the falls, a distance of half a mile. In this he 

 reached Billy Soule's camp, and he accompanied him to Ringeley, 

 where they summoned the doctor by telephone. The doctor left 

 Phillips at quarter past ten A. M. by special train. From Range- 

 ley he went by team to Haines's Landing, where a steamer was 

 in waiting to carry him to the falls of the Cupsuptic, Above this 

 he was conveyed by a ro wboat for six miles to Camp Parmachenee. 

 From that point they proceeded on foot across the "carrv," six 

 and one-half miles, to Parmachenee Lake, and then two and one- 

 half miles by boat to Camp Caribou, which was reached at 8 P.M. 

 The young man was found with the bullet in his thigh. The doc- 

 tor removed it and the patient was taken to Boston in a comfort- 

 able condition. 



It would be ungracious to point out to these victims of 

 their own folly and carelessness — although the reflection 

 naturally suggests itself— that had they not been breaking 

 the game laws they would not have brought woe on 

 others and themselves. A person who blazes away when 

 he hears a roaring in the bvishes may not be credited with 

 intelligence enough to know that there are such limita- 

 tions as game laws in existence. As for the Boston man, 

 he cannot plead ignorance, and presumably is of that 

 large class, hailing from other States than Maine, who go 

 into the woods year after year bent on killing game out 

 of season, in defiance of the statutes, of decency and of 

 the rights of their law-abiding fellows. The list of their 

 catastrophes and fatalities warrants the belief that a 

 rigid enforcement of game laws would efl"ect a saving of 

 human limbs and human lives, as well as of the game. 

 If, in the case of some of the visitors, the statute, which 



now prescribes imprisonment after violation of the law, 

 could be applied to effect a preventive imprisonment be- 

 fore contemplated violation, there would be fewer unfor- 

 tunates carried out of the woods on stretchers. 



MEMORY. 



How magic is the sportsman's memory, and how pot- 

 ent the story of another's field experiences to renew the 

 recollection of one's own days with dog and gun. It is 

 one of the never failing charms of a sportsman's journal 

 that, reading its pages, one may in fond fancy see again, 

 as in the mirror of the Arabian tale, the fields and the 

 woods and the streams and the skies and the comrades of 

 years long gone by. Such a graphic sketch as the story 

 of "A Day with the Grouse," by Dr. Morris, in a recent 

 number, not only pictures the scenes described, but 

 brings vividly to the minds of the reader his own days 

 with the birds, and musing he lives over again each 

 particular incident of the hunt. 



By the way, if anyone happens to require a fit reply to 

 the carpers who can find no savor in shooting, we com- 

 mend as something fully covering the case the con- 

 cluding paragraphs of Mr. Hampton's sketch of grouse 

 shooting, to be found on another page. 



MASSACHUSETTS GAME BIRD IMPORTATION. 

 The report of progress sent us by the Acclimatization 

 Committee of the Massachusetts Fish and Game Protec- 

 tive Association abundantly justifies their appeal to the 

 sportsmen of the State for contributions of funds to ex- 

 tend the enterprise. The response should be prompt and 

 generous. The results sought are for the common good 

 of all Massachusetts sportsmen. In thus stocking public 

 covers for public benefit, the Massachusetts Association 

 is displaying a rarely disinterested spirit. In these days 

 of private game preserves and the absorption of public 

 hunting territory by individuals and clubs, a society 

 which intelligently strives to better free shooting privi- 

 leges is deserving of much honor and substantial support. 



SNAP SHOTS. 



For the very interesting amateur photographs of a 

 nesting woodcock, reproduced in our Natural History 

 columns, we are indebted to the courtesy of Mr. G. Hills, 

 of Hudson, N. Y., who discovered the nest and suggested 

 the photographing, Mr, Jaquins tells us that after he 

 had taken two photographs of the bird sitting on the 

 nest, the bird was lifted from the nest by Mr. Hills; and 

 the third plate, of the eggs as shown, was then made. 

 We have also a set of photographs of a nesting woodcock 

 taken by Mr. T. M. Aldrich in North Carolina last spring. 

 Mr. Aldrich at one time set up his camera, then going to 

 the nest crouched behind it, and pulling a string snapped 

 the shutter and succeeded in securing a picture which 

 shows not only the bird on the nest but his own portrait 

 as well. His experience and that of Messrs. Jaquins and 

 Hills illustrate the well known fact that nesting birds 

 lose much of their wildness and exhibit at times surpris- 

 ing fearlessness in the presence of man. 



Dr. Louis Bell, the holder of the Winans Trophy and 

 the champion revolver shot of the United States, is now 

 in the Eastern States on professional business. On sev- 

 eral recent shoots he has been present at the Walnut Hill 

 range, and at 50yds. outdoor work has shown that he is 

 worthy of the leading place he holds in revolver endeavor. 

 He is hard at work keeping in proper form for his defense 

 of the trophy. The first and present challenger is Mr. 

 Geo, F. Jantzer, of the New York Pistol Club. Mr, 

 Jantzer stood third in the list of contestants at the open, 

 ing shoot, and is ambitious to have the honor of holding 

 the trophy. The men will have an early meeting, and if 

 careful practice can secure them, some very close records 

 are promised. 



Mr. Walter Winans, the donor of the American revol 

 ver championship emblem, is worthily maintaining his 

 place as the leading revolver shot of the world. At the 

 meeting of the British National Rifle Association, at Bis- 

 ley, which closed on Saturday last, a special cable in- 

 forms us, Mr. Winans is credited "as the winner of 

 nine in the twelve varieties of revolver matches pro- 

 vided, while in the other three he tied the winners but 

 was not himself credited as a winner under the condi- 



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