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Suppression of -wanton and wasteful destruction of living 

 creatures; to the making of ntanly, high-minded sports- 

 manship. 



If this review of the past yields one reflection which 

 more than any other affords pride and satisfaction to 

 editors and publishers, it is found in the fact that from 

 the beginnmg the Forest and Stream has been a clean 

 paper; that during its twenty years of publication it has 

 shown itself a sportsman's journal for the sportsman's 

 home; that into that home it has ever had cordial, hearty, 

 unquestionmg welcome; and that never, not in one single 

 instance, has it by lapse from good breeding betrayed or 

 ill requitted that welcome. Who shall say that the simple 

 existence of such a journal is not in itself an influence 

 potent to win respect and esteem for the recreations of 

 rod and gun and for the fraternity of their followers? 



The Forest and Stream has grown with the expansion 

 of its field. Its pages have doubled in number. Old de- 

 partments have been enlarged and new ones added. 

 Mechanical improvements, perfected facilities and the in- 

 vention of half-tone engraving render it practicable to 

 publieh in 1893 such a paper as would have been impo- 

 sible in 1873. It is not all that its editors would have it, 

 nor all that they are ambitious to make it, nor yet aU that 

 they shall mak e it. 



IN THE BEGINNING. 



Editors Forest and Stream: 



Thirteen years ago, when I surrendered to you, who had 

 labored vnth me, eo7i amore, almost from the beginning, 

 the work which I had inaugurated nearly seven years be- 

 fore in Forest and Stream, I felt full confidence that you 

 would continue its pubhcation on the same lines and with 

 the same aims and purposes with which it was started; 

 and I am free to say that every succeeding year has 

 strengthened the assurance that I had not misplaced my 

 trust. Bone of my bone, and wards of my own, choosing, 

 I could watch without jealousy your successful progress. 

 Only once, for a brief period, pending the hazardous ex- 

 periment of amalgamation with a rival journal, was the 

 favoring tide of our vantage interrupted. The obstacle 

 was eventually removed, except in name, and now, at the 

 close of your second decade, I rejoice to find the essential 

 features of the old Forest and Stream stiU prominent, 

 though emphasized by a maturer and sturdy growth, with 

 rounded lines and constantly enlarging scope in accord- 

 ance with the development of sport and the expanding 

 ranks of the guild, stimulated always by the increasing 

 facilities for reaching by rapid locomotion those remote 

 regions which, in my earlier time, were accessible only 

 by canoe and saddle. You have steadfastly kept yom- 

 faith, and have never ceased to observe the initial in- 

 junction, "to inculcate in men and women a pure love 

 for natm-al objects, and to stimulate a higher literature of 

 manly sport." You have done honor to your founder and 

 predecessor, and I dare say saved him much mental and 

 pecuniary wear and tear, for to firmly establish such a 

 potential periodical as Forest and Stream is no pigmy 

 achievement. Wherefore I give you "Waidmann's HeiV 

 I congratulate you upon having so signally rounded the 

 fulsome period of twenty years with pleasure and profit 

 to all concerned. 



It was no ordinary combination of circumstances which 

 brought the Forest and Stream into being. Mr. Grin- 

 nell, while yet curator of the Yale Museum, in 1873 recog- 

 nized the auspicious conditions in sight and entered heart- 

 ily into the enterprise, assisting me much by his scientific 

 knowledge, which was fully abreast of the times, though 

 his innate modesty, I trow, has continuously kept him 

 from view. The public was dead ripe for an out-of-door 

 organ. It was reaching out for it. Children cried for 

 fresh air and exercise. Maidens were nurtured under 

 hot-house resti-aint. Athletics for women were bad form. 

 Boys grew up narrow in the chest. There were no field 

 sports to speak of except the race track and the prize 

 ring. Once in a while an instructive article on fishing 

 and shooting would appear in the horse papers, and I 

 always wished there were more of them, for they con- 

 veyed just such information as the guild of sportsmen 

 wanted, but could not find, and I wondered why there 

 was no class paper of that ilk. Occasionally an illustrated 

 sketch of travel would appear in Harper's Magazine, but 

 nothing on the technology of sport. Almost alone and 

 unappreciated by the mass of readei-s, the inimitable 

 Genio C. Scott vaunted the allurements of the angle in 

 the Spirit of the Times. Isaac McLellan, already vener- 

 able, and William C. Prime sang of the woods and trout 

 streams in the columns of the Journal of Commerce, and 

 admiring readers began to watch for the sporadic appear- 

 ance of the "big W." with keen avidity. In 1869 Scott 

 published his fish book, and soon afterward Walter M. 

 Brackett painted his famous quartette of salmon pictm-es, 

 though their purchaser had to be found abroad. Holber- 

 ton, too, found an occasional customer for his exquisite 

 trout subjects among our own enthusiasts. There were 

 two or three httle fishing coteries on Long Island, but gun. 

 clubs had not materialized. In 1871 the Blooming Grove 

 Park, with its 13,000 acres of wild land, was opened. It 

 was the fii-st systematic game preserve in America. 

 Tujf, Field and Farm, whose editoi-s were directors in 



the association, along with F. S. Giles and myself, de- 

 voted generous space to the subject of game and game 

 preserves, awakening a lively interest and setting sports- 

 men thinking. In l873 the "Fishing Tourist" appeared, 

 designating many of the best known trout and salmon 

 waters in the United States and Canada, and opening up 

 the grayling streams of Michigan. These revelations 

 evoked no end of inquiries for more light, especially as to 

 routes, inns, guides and tackle. 



At this jimctm-e I resolved to print the information 

 which I had not time to impart by letter, and Forest 

 AND Stre^ was the outcome. I myself designed the 

 vignette title, and the elder of the Beard brothers drew 

 and engraved it. We had a hard time getting that cen- 

 tral moose head at all right, for there was not a stuffed 

 specimen or an authentic drawing to be had in those 

 days — an indication of the abject state of both art and 

 natural science at the time. The style of type, headlines, 

 size of paper, width of colunms and arrangement of mat- 

 ter remain practically unchanged since the day when the 

 paper first saw the light, and I recognize the compliment. 

 I entered the new field single-handed, and conducted the 

 paper entirely at my individual expense so long as I covdd 

 sell stock at half price to float it, Messrs. Eutherfurd 

 Stuyvesant, A. Augiostus Low and Geo. Bird Grinnell 

 lending helping hands at intervals. 



Barnet Phillips, who is now of the New York Times, was 

 my lieutenant, and Capt. John M. Taylor, the son of an 

 English nobleman, my kennel editor. From transatlan- 

 tic sources he introduced our first ideas of dog shows and 

 field trials and points in judging. Six other departments 

 were weU sustained in personnel of the paper. 



Forest and Stream began weU and took well from the 

 start, but it was run at first on too expensive lines for a 

 proprietor financially weak. My constituency were 

 among the foremost statesmen, naturalists and public 

 officials in the land, including foreign ministers and diplo- 

 mats, government officials, and officers of the army and 

 navy. Gov. Seymour, of New York, was my first sub- 

 scriber, and showed his faith by planking down his cash 

 for three yeai-s in advance. Capt. Beardslee, of the 

 United States Navj^, and Lieut. W. Hutchinson Poe, R. 

 N. , were among my earliest contributors, and the captain 

 has kept his colors flying ever since. I had necessarily a 

 large number of old acquaintances whom I had made in 

 the com-se of twenty previous years of wandering over the 

 continent, and it was gratifying and hopeful to observe 

 with what ardor and bonhommie they rallied to the sylvan 

 standai-d. Robin Hood's men were not more staimch. 

 My foreign supporters were equally prominent and loyal. 

 It would do my heart good to specify each one individu- 

 ally and the part he bore. Such volumes of rare informa- 

 tion as came to light no one may realize who does not 

 turn back to the earlier files. In 1876 the climax of im- 

 portance was reached, when the Hunter's Camp and 

 Sportsman's, Exhibit won honorable mention, and a 

 bronze medal at the Philadelphia Exposition, and since 

 that time at least 130 sportsman's journals have sprung up 

 to divide the labor and the honor of enlightening our 

 youth on natural history and expatiating upon the charms 

 of al fresco sports. Happy is Forest and Stream in being 

 the pioneer, as it is the peer of aU of them. The grateful 

 pubUc wiU ever bless its instrumentality, and thank good- 

 ness that sportsmen are now accorded an honorable place 

 everywhere in the community, and that the power for 

 usefulness and good are fuUy recognized. It was not so 

 once, believe me. Yours fraternally, 



Charles Hallock, 



(Founder of Forest and Stream, 1873.) 



FOREST AND STREAM. 



Wk sing of the forests, lonely and dim, 



In whose intricate depths no sunbeam may gleam; 

 The wild Adirondacks, the woodlands of Maine, 



Whose glooms are sublime, whose grandeur supreme 1 

 For ages they stretoh'd in boimdiess expanse, 



For ages they cast their foliage to earth; 

 They bloom'd in the spring, in the summers matured. 



In the glory of autumn their banners wav'd forth. 

 The scarlet of maple, the oak's ruddy gold, 



The yellow of beech, the elm's tender dyes, 

 Here close Interwove their rainbow-like hues, 



Receiving all tints that illumine the skies. 

 But, ah! there were glooms in their umbrage profound; 



Where the great solemn hemlocks their canopies wove, 

 ■Where the pines and the spruces towered in air, 



And spread o'er the hills a primeval grove. 

 In secluded, dim haunts the wild creatures rov'd; 



The gaunt, grizzly bears in caverns would hide, 

 The moose and the caribou gather'd in herds, 



And the deer leapt the rocks with marvelous stride. 

 No pale-face hunters molested the game, 



No echoes of rifles alarmed the red deer; 

 The Indian alone would ravage the wilds, 



AssaiUng with primitive arrow and spear. 

 But, ah, the wide streams, majestic and grand] 



No verse of the poet may sketch ye aright; 

 No brush of the artist, with palette and paint, 



May depict on the canvas your loveliness bright I 

 Methlnks in a fanciful mood I may stand 



By the shore of some stream of ample expanse, 

 And enchanted gaze on the rippling tides. 



The blue billows leaping in frolic dance. 

 In restless tumult, in slumberous rest, 



There's ever for me a supreme delight; 

 For the woods and waters of Nature's realm 



Are glorified ever with fadeless Ught. Isaac McLbllan. 



"PODGERS'S" COMMENTARIES. 



Pinolillo or Redbug. 



I SEE a communication in the last issue of the Forest 

 AND Stream from "Aztec," where ki I am challenged to 

 make good my "defy," as he calls it, that my experience 

 has not made me familiar with most varmints that creep 

 or run. "Aztec" has not fioored me in this case, as he 

 thought to, for it so happens that I have met and made 

 the acquaintance of the enterprising pinoliUo in Georgia, 

 Florida and Mexico. His description accords with my 

 pei-sonal experience, and I can fully indorse his views as 

 to their traits, and I have fared woi-se than he seems to 

 have done, for I was laid up for three weeks on one 

 occasion, and was refused admittance to a hotel on the 

 plea that I was a case of small-pox. I can ' 'see" Aztec 

 on the pinolillo proposition; now, let him fetch on some- 

 thing new, for he has not "stumped" me yet, and he need 

 not try me on another product of Mexico, the peccary or 

 wild mule-footed hog, for I was treed on one occasion 

 by a hvmdred of the pesky devils and spent a very "on- 

 pieasant" night in an oak tree, while they camped under 

 it awaiting my descent. I preferred the tree, on which 

 occasion Mr. PinolUlo got in some beautiful work on me. 



But I think I shall have to take a back seat on my 

 claim to be familiar with almost all specimens of natural 

 history, now that your correspondent "O. K. Chobee" 

 comes to the front with his manatee, which quadruped has 

 escaped my personal experience, and I resign the belt 

 to him, with the grace of an office holder who resigns 

 when he sees a positive prospect of being kicked out, and 

 it now behooves some other gentleman to enter the list to 

 compete for the prize, imtU which time "0. K. Chobee" 

 properly holds the belt. 



Some BuIJdogr Points. 



I see your correspondent, S. R. Tisdel, sails into bull- 

 dogs rough-shod, from which I conclude that on some 

 previous occasion that species of canine has sailed into 

 him, hence a ]prejudice. I confess to a similar prejudice 

 myself in a milder form. Mr. Tisdel apparently objects 

 to the pictures you have ptibUshed of some celebrities of 

 that breed, on the ground that they are not handsome, 

 which fact is indisputable, for the dog cannot claim to be 

 a beauty unless, like the pugs, there is a point where ugli- 

 ness when reached becomes beauty. 



The bulldog may have merits, and such are claimed for 

 him. He is a good retriever — of pigs, and is game in a 

 fight; but he is inclined to be brutal, it cannot be denied, 

 and as Mr. Tisdel says, is the favorite of a class that is not 

 celebrated for the mildest form of virtues, although, as 

 quoted in your defense, he frequently is better associated 

 in his ownership by gentlemen. The sum total of it is 

 that dog fancying is not a matter of commendable taste 

 in all instances, according to the views of those who do 

 not hke that kind of a dog. But we can't aU think alike, 

 and while I fail, as Mr. Tisdel, to appreciate bulldogs, I 

 don't find fault with those who fancy the ill-favored crit- 

 ter. As a compromise I have rather fancied bull- terriers, 

 having made the acquaintance of some very respectable 

 dogs of that breed, but 1 do draw the line at full btdls, 

 arising probably from unappreciation, together with early 

 recoflections of their antqjathy to small boys in quest of 

 early apples in forbidden orchards, and some honorable 

 scars resulting from too much confidence in propitiation 

 by tempting bones thrown in advance — developing a 

 strain of ingratitude in first munching the bones and sub- 

 sequently myself. As a consumer of small boys and fur- 

 nishing work : for the maternal parent in the way of re- 

 pairs to the seats of trousei-s, he may be commended by 

 nis owner, but that is a stern view of the case not indorsed 

 by the average boy. 



In yom- defense of the bulldog you have not, I see, ven- 

 tured to quote him as a beauty, showing that editors do 

 sometimes have consciences and a regard for the truth. 

 Such instances should be duly noticed, and if they have 

 not been hitherto it only shows how unappreciative is the 

 public. But virtue is its own reward. As um-emuner- 

 ative as you may find it, however, do no get discouraged; 

 all our virtues crop out when we die — a little late to do us 

 much good, but better late than never. A good name is a 

 very desirable thing, but there's not much money in it — 

 at least such has been my experience. 



A Delmonico Cook. 



In a recent number of the Forest and Stream you en- 

 ter a mild protest against the very common comparison 

 of any toothsome dish being referred to as "equal to a 

 Delmonico feed," implymg a degree of perfection to the 

 cookery of that establisUmeut that facts do not justily. I 

 am inclined to indorse your protest to the common use of 

 the comparison. It may have originated in early days, 

 when good cooking was not as common as now, and when 

 Delmonico had fewer rivals than at jpresent, and 1 believe 

 I had a somewhat exalted opinion of the. skill of that 

 establishment at one time myself. But that was before 

 restaurant cooks used four-legged chickens for chicken 

 salad: even the prestige of famousness cannot reconcile in 

 my mind any improvement in substituting veal as a com- 

 ponent and prevailing condiment in tUe make up of that 

 popular dish, and how the epicures of the McAlhster Four 

 Hundred can daily and nightly continue to swallow the 

 counterfeit without protest can only be accounted for by 

 the fact that they have not all been famihar in their 

 earher days with the genuine article. New York restau- 

 rants have got the concoction of expensive dishes down to 

 a fiue point when veal goes as chicken, and one diminu- 

 tive terrapin can be made to go around at a midnight 

 after-theatre supper for half a dozen people, but they can 

 and they do, and the consumers seem none the wiser. 

 Would tliat we cotdd make a dollar go as far as that soli- 

 tary terrapin. 



Speaking of Delmonico reminds me of a little circum- 

 stance datmg "way back" to the early days of Cahfornia, 

 before we knew much of the country and its trout 

 streams. A friend came to me one day and told me of a 

 stream of which he had a vague description and sug- 

 gested that we should set out in quest of it. I accepted 

 the proposition and we "hitched up" and started out to 

 find it. In those days there were no restraining fences 

 and no notices to "keep off the grass." The whole oountiy 

 was open to drive where you pleased. 



Driving down the San Mateo road about twenty miles 

 we struck off at a described point over the hills, where 

 wagonwheel had never left a track before, As we pro- 

 ceeded, the ground became rougher, and we had often to 

 "unhitch" and laeh the wheels as we lowered the vehicle 



