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Louisiana Anticipations. 
Franklin, La., Nov. 12. — Everything points to an im- 
mense quantity of game this year. The snipe are coming 
into the prairies of Iberia and Vermillion parishes in 
great numbers. Quail are more plentiful than I have 
seen them for years. As soon as the cane is all cut we 
expect great sport with them. 
Everyone gets a deer now whenever he tries, which 
shows either that they are more plentiful or that we are 
developing into better hunters. 
I hear from an old hunting companion and chum, that 
the duck shooting in the marshes below Poydras, La. , is 
already all that could be wished for. We are already dis- 
cussing the "whys and wherefores" of our annual trip to 
Abbeville. F. 
Ontario Deer and Fish. 
Belleville, Ont., Nov. 12.— Deer have been fairly 
plentiful this year, and nearly all the hunting parties have 
killed their quota. It iB evident, however, that the season 
has been opened too early, as many fine animals were 
shot only to rot in possession of their slayers. 
Several weeks ago a number of bears, driven from their 
forest homes by bush fires, made their way into the front 
townships. A number of them were killed. 
Maskinonge fishing was good this season. Several that 
weighed upward of 301bs. each — one of 481bs. — were 
killed. R. S. B. 
A North Carolina Quail Country. 
Bessemer City, N, C., Nov. 17.— We have no fishing 
worth naming in this section. Of course there are a few 
trout and other small fish usually found in the small 
mountain streams. But I think the quail shooting in this 
county is as fine as any other Bection, and the quail are 
more abundant. We have here a good livery stable, the 
Mountain Park Inn, and a most charming place, with 
scenery unsurpassed, __ J. A. S. 
New Jersey's Game. 
Perth Amboy, N. J., Nov. 17.— Quail are scarce in 
Middlesex county. Ruffed grouse may be found in fair 
numbers along the liue of the Camden & Amboy Rail- 
road, but are hard to get at. Rabbits are abundant. 
Woodcock were unusually plentiful during the week end- 
ing Nov. 10, and in excellent condition. Several shooters 
made large bags between here and Metuchen, five miles 
distant. J. L. K. 
Barnegat Ducking Poor. 
Barnegat, N. J., Nov. 17.— Rabbit season has arrived 
and good bags are reported, seven, six and twelve being 
high. All parties respect the scarcity of quail, therefore 
none have been killed. Duck gunning is poor owing to 
low run of tide. W. C. I. 
Theatrical Note. 
The company playing "A Wild Duck" has ceased to wing its flight. 
— New York World. 
Political Note. 
Some queer fish came up on the tidal wave. One of them is Mr. 
Sauerherring, Republican Congressman-elect from Wisconsin.— Chi- 
cago Herald. 
Anthropological Note. 
Man, as a whole, is a considerable fool. He not only does not know 
that things are loaded, but he does not take the small trouble to learn, 
and when he is warned the becomes reckless and takes chances.— JV. Y. 
Commercial Advertiser. 
Travel Note. 
Mr. and Mrs. Frank Sklous are now making a wedding tour in tents 
through Asia Minor, attended by five servants. The celebrated lion- 
killer and discoverer of Mashonaland is determined to shoot as many 
ibexes as possible.— N. Y. Evening Post. 
Piscatorial Note. 
Minister— "So you say that you saw some boys out fishing on Sun- 
day, Bobbie. I hope you did something to discourage them." Bob- 
bie— "Oh, yes, sir, I stole their bait."— Harlem Life. 
Archaeological Note. 
A petrified cat from Arizona, with perfectly-preserved whiskers, is 
the most interesting object in Portland just now.— Bangor News. 
A Card from the Winchesters. 
New Haven, Conn., Nov. 5.— To whom it may concern: Our atten- 
tion has been called to' the mutilation of some of our guns, apparently 
done for the purpose of concealing the number. We judge that the 
tangs are taken from the guns, softened, the numbers obliterated and 
the tangs re-hardened. Again, in some instances, the letters "W. R. 
A. Co." are placed upon that part of the gun from which the number 
has been obliterated. 
As this aannot be done without injury to the guns, we urge that all 
parties handling or using Winchester guns should take notice as to 
whether or not the nnmber on the tang or frame is intact. 
We advise you not to buy guns, the numbers of which have been ob- 
literated or altered, as they are undoubtedly second hand, refinished 
and wrongfully sold as new. 
We cannot warrant such guns. 
All guns going from the Winchester Repeating Arms Co. are num- 
bered. See that your gun has not been tampered with. Yours re- 
spectfully, Winchester Repeating Arms Co. 
North Carolina "Winter Resort. 
Visitors to the South will be pleased to learn that the Hotel 
Chattawka was opened at Newbern, North Carolina, last September, 
and is now under the management of DeWitt Clintou Smith, late of 
Minneapolis, and proprietor ot the Security Hotel, Seventy-second 
street, Chicago, during the Fair. Mr. Smith has had twenty-fivei 
years' experience in California and the Northwest, and, will no doubt 
make his house an attractive resort, especially as Newbern has the 
finest climate on the Atlantic coast, with superior hunting, fishing 
and boating.— Adv. 
Excursion Rates to Florida and the South. 
The Southern Railway, "Piedmont Air Line," will put on sale Nov. 
1 excursion tickets at greatly reduced rates to all prominent winter 
resorts in the Carolinas, Georgia, Florida and Cuba. For full partic- 
ulars call on or address R. I). Carpenter, General Agent; Alex. S. 
Thweatt, Eastern Passenger Agent, 371 Broadway, New York; F. B. 
Price, Agent, 33 South Third street, Philadelphia Pa. ; W. A. Pearce, 
Agent, 338 Washington street, Boston, Mass. ; W. A. Turk, General 
Passenger Agent, Washington, D. Q.—Adv. 
Southern Shooting. 
The Terminal Hotel at West Point, Va., is situated in a famous 
game country. It is on the York River, between the Mattaponi and 
Pamunkey rivers, and no great distance from the Chesapeake Bay. 
Game is found in unusual variety, and good fishing is also to be had 
The hotel is heated by steam and lighted by electricity. It is supplied 
with artesian water and the table is excellent. It is easily accessible 
either by rail or water, the latter trip taking but one day from New 
York.— Adv. 
Squires's Catalogue. 
Henri C. Squires & Son have just issued a new catalogue— No. 22— 
which will be sent free on application. This is one of the most com- 
plete catalogues of sporting goods published, and as it is systematic- 
ally arranged and indexed it is an important reference book for any 
sportsman's library. The catalogue is bound in a tasteful cover, and 
low net prices are given on the articles listed.— Adv. 
GOOD-BYE, SWEET STREAM. 
Good-bye, sweet stream, good-bye! 
The day is spent; would that I might longer stay; 
From thy embrace I reluctant turn away, 
So fondly do I love and thee esteem. 
Good-bye, sweet stream. 
Good-bye, sweet stream, good-bye I 
Fain down would I kneel and kiss thy rippling flow, 
So surely thy charms hath set my heart aglow, 
As glows the twmkling star with its bright beam. 
Good-bye, sweet stream. 
Good-bye, sweet stream, good-bye 1 
As fades thiB glorious day as night advances, 
So vanish from my sight thy 'witching glances, 
Only to fall upon me in my dream, 
Good-bye, sweet stream. 
Good-bye, sweet stream, good-bye 1 
Evening shadows creep along thy pebbly marge, 
Vine-clad tree clumps in the twilight gloom enlarge, 
The yellow moon looks down with silvery beam. 
Good-bye, sweet stream. 
Good-bye, sweet stream, good-bye 1 
Fragrant thoughts of thee will oft my bosom swell, 
Unfading pictures in halls of memory dwell, 
So beautiful do all thy windings seem. 
Good-bye, sweet stream. 
Good-bye, sweet Btream, good-bye! 
Summer days on sunny wings, alas, depart, 
Joys of future hours thick cluster 'round one's heart, 
Our lives with fond anticipations teem. 
Good-bye, sweet stream. 
Good-bye, sweet stream, good-bye 1 
Winter's cold may fold thee in its stern embrace, 
Fling a snowy mantle o'er thy laughing face, 
As 'cross thy bordering fields the wild winds scream. 
Good-bye, sweet stream. 
Good-bye, sweet stream, good-bye 1 
Smiling spring again at thy barred doors will knock, 
Icy fetters with her magic keys unlock, 
And flashing sunshine wake thee from thy dream. 
Good-bye, sweet stream. 
Good-bye, sweet stream, good-bye! 
'Till then, farewell ! And when once again we meet, 
Gifts of gratitude I'll scatter at thy feet, 
And dedicate to thee this rapturous theme. 
Good-bye, sweet stream. 
Canandaigua, N. Y., Oct. 18. Chas. T. Mitchel. 
THOSE "RED TROUT." 
A SiWASH canoe is not an artistic creation, nor would 
it take first prize at a beauty show, but when it comes to 
a question of speed it is entitled to a good deal more 
credit than it gets. That is the reason I picked out my 
old "skal-lal-a-toot" as the proper craft to make a twenty 
mile voyage of investigation for Forest and Stream, and 
find out conclusively what constituted the "red trout" I 
had heard of for the past two or three years and men- 
tioned in my last letter. This little canoe jaunt meant a 
paddle through Lake Union, then a quarter mile portage 
and a nine mile voyage and back again on the beautiful 
Lake Washington to an unknown creek in an unknown 
wilderness of big timber. I had made one attempt on 
foot to reach the only stream I could hear of which was 
inhabited by this particular fish and I had failed to find 
it, so I concluded to go by boat and find it if it was there, 
hence this voyage. 
Starting while the day was young, we soon made the 
run to the portage, landed and hunted up a pair of wheels 
with gear made for boat transportation overland and 
soon had our light cedar craft loaded. Then commenced 
a pull up hill that tested our muscles in good shape before 
we reached the divide. From there on it was a sloping, 
sliding run down to the Lake Washington beach, where 
we unloaded and took to water again. 
After considerable slow work among the lilypads and 
tules we settled down to work in good earnest, passing 
little islands, points, headlands, tale patches and the usual 
lake features in rapid succession as the light paddles sung 
a monotonous pisht, pisht in accompaniment to the purl 
of the tiny waves under the old skal-lal-a-toot's nose. 
Coots scurried out from among the reeds, leaving a wake 
like a sternwheel steamboat as they rose. Divers, big and 
little, popped up from the depths, looked about and sunk 
again like lead. A loon or two poked head out of water, 
sized us up as we passed, laughed a weird, derisive, insane 
kind of a laugh, totally devoid of a trace of merriment, 
and disappeared. A few ducks were seen, but they gave 
a shotgun lots of leeway, and went right along toward 
Oregon without giving us a chance to hail them. 
At one place where we ran close to a point in passing, a 
lot of bluejays were holding a regular council about some- 
thing and making a whole lot of noise apparently without 
accomplishing much. After a while the bow paddler re- 
marked that his back was getting tired, but just about 
the time that I arose to inform him that my spinal column 
too was showing indications of exhaustion, we rounded 
the last outlying cape and pointed for a landmark that 
promised indications of that much talked of creek where 
there was "just thousands of red trout, where a feller 
caught sixty dozen of 'em with a grabhook in a day, an' 
another feller took out a butter firkin full in two hours." 
We found the place and found the fish, slipped a net 
under a pair of them, and snaked them out on the ferns 
to look at. Two were all we got and all we wanted, for 
examination showed this state of affairs. They were the 
common lake trout, such as are found in both Lake Union 
and Lake Washington, but they were in a sadly dilapi- 
dated condition from pushing up stream through brusb, 
over and under logs and the usual rubbish of all the 
smaller Washington streams. The fins and tail were 
rather whitish colored, ragged and worn out or worn to 
about half the size they should be, the body was bright 
red but from inflammation and irritation, which brought 
the blood to the surface and caused the whole body to 
look as if it had been sandpapered until almost but not 
actually bleeding. One specimen had a strip of skin 
about half an inch long worn off the nose, apparently 
from running against obstructions in the stream. A 
small white worm infests the gills, and a white leech-like 
parasite was found clinging under the fins in places. 
White spots having the appearance of a sore showed on 
different parts of the body, and the fish were very lean 
and slender in shape. The eye was bright and was the 
only feature about the whole fish that appeared to be in 
a normal state of health. 
Taken altogether they present just such a worn out, 
sick and nearly dead condition as do salmon after travell- 
ing a long way from salt water on their spawning run, 
and I firmly believe that it is an exactly similar or 
parallel case and from the same cause as with salmon. 
Both the specimens taken were males. I intended to 
get a female too, but we had very little time, so I failed 
to secure one. Small rainbow trout were in the same 
stream in abundance and appeared to be in good condi- 
tion, darting about, as is their wont, when we appeared, 
but the "red trout" paid no attention to us at all, and I 
think that by our being careful they could be picked up 
in the water by hand. 
At any rate, the "red trout" is nothing more nor less 
that a common lake trout diseased and battered up gener- 
ally, and to that condition is due his color. 
This is the fish that is caught by grabhooks now by the 
hundred and salted down for winter use by the ranchers 
in the vicinity, as they told me themselves, and pro- 
nounced a good table fish! 
Excuse me while I shed a tear that such ignorance 
should exist among an otherwise enlightened people. 
The only way out of it I see is to get them to take 
Forest and Stream and become educated in regard to 
fish and game conditions, habits and life. 
El. Comancho. 
ANGLING NOTES. 
A New Book upon Angling. 
It gives me much pleasure to announce the forth- 
coming of a new angling work, which will bear the title 
"The Book of the Ouananiche and its Canadian Environ- 
ment," and the author is Mr. E. T. D. Chambers, editor 
of the Quebec Chronicle, well known to the readers of 
Forest and Stream through his contributions to this 
journal. Mr. Chambers is peculiarly fitted to write a 
book of this character, for he is a keen sportsman, a close 
observer, and a charming writer. He has long had such 
a work in mind, and for the purpose of studying the fish 
about which he writes in its native waters he has made 
repeated and extensive trips to and through the Canadian 
wilds and filled his note books with information at first 
hands. It was because of his wide information upon the 
subject that he was selected to write about Canadian 
sport in "Baedeker's Canada." He was the companion of 
Archibald Stuart, the Scotch explorer of Mistassini Lake 
on a trip up Mistassini River, and also of Col. Andrew 
Haggard on another trip in the region beyond Lake St. 
John, where the ouananiche push their way far north- 
ward to spawn. Familiar with the language of the 
natives he has not been dependent upon an interpreter 
for a knowledge of the legends, folk songs, etc., of an 
interesting people about which he writes as part of the 
history of the fish and fishing of Canada; and what he 
writes of the philology of the ouananiche is corroborated 
by the best living authority, Rev. Father Arnaud, mis- 
sionary to the Montagnais Indians. 
Mr. Chambers's book, now nearly completed in manu- 
script, cannot fail to interest and instruct the great army 
of anglers who have either caught or hope to catch that 
unequalled game fish, the ouananiche; and, further, it 
will serve as a correct guide to the region, and give other 
valuable information to sportsmen and tourists. 
Fly-Casting In One Lesson. 
During the latter half of the month of October Mr. 
Elihu Vedder visited me, and almost upon the evening of 
his arrival he began to talk about fishing. Living abroad 
for the past thirty years, where he has had little oppor- 
tunity for fishing, has not in the least dulled his fondness 
for the sport as practiced in his native country. I told 
him that the fishing season was practically over, that the 
trout fishing was closed by statute, that black bass were 
probably hybernating in the bottom of the lakes among 
the rocks, and had temporarily lost their game qualities, 
even if they would bite at all, and that this left pike and 
perch. He was game for any kind of fishing, though it 
resulted only in fishing and no catching; so we drove to a 
pretty little pond among the hills, clad in their fading 
autumn finery, prepared with a lunch of noble proportions 
to spend the day. The last time that I had fished the 
pond I was a boy, and fished through the ice for the so- 
called pickerel, and I went there on this occasion more 
for its beautiful surroundings than for the fish. 
On our way we bought a bucket of minnows, and dur- 
ing the day we did manage to catch three pike and a 
number of perch, and Vedder rounded up all the species 
of fish the pond contained by catching a solitary, half- 
hearted black bass that came to the landing net with 
scarcely a protest. 
"Is that the jumping black bass, the game black bass, 
the black bass that fights like a bulldog, and all that sort 
of stuff?" 
"Yes, that is the fish, but it has its own season, the 
same as the oyster and the spring chicken and the crocus, 
and this is not the season when it displays its game quali- 
ties in this latitude. Come over another year when the 
bass are in season and you will find a fish that will make 
your blood rush through your veins when it jumps with 
your hook in its mouth. If I had my way I would close 
the bass season in this State the first of October." 
"But I do not altogether fancy this sort of fishing com- 
pared with fly-fishing I have seen in England, and been 
invited to share in, but which I was obliged to decline 
because I could not cast a fly. At a country house on the 
Wandle where I was a guest a doctor came down from 
London on a professional visit and gave a few minutes to 
the patient and was off to the river with a fly-rod. Such 
fly-casting as he did seemed marvelous to me, and I have 
always desired to be a fly-fisherman." 
"Well, you shall have a lesson in fly-casting when we 
return home, for the canal is near and I have fly-rods con- 
veniently at hand for a trial." 
The next day we went to a basin in the canal and 
mounting a fly-rod I showed Mr, Vedder how to do the 
trick. From the first his back cast was perfect, and his 
front cast bad. His line would go well up behind him, 
