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FOREST "AND 1 STREAM. 
[Deo. 22, 18B4. 
ter received last week from Mr. R. A. Brehm of St. Johns, 
N. F.: 
St. Johns, N, F., Nov. 31. — J. Annin, Jr.: Dear Sib— Our com- 
mittee decided we would want our annual lot of rainbow trout egga, 
and also some brown trout eggs. We would also like to obtain smelt, 
shrimp or black bass if you think they can be shipped here success- 
fully. Several rainbow trout were caught last spring, one of 61bs. 
weight. You know it is only four years sirce I obtained the first eggs. 
We were very successful with both rainbow and frostfish eggs you 
sent the past season, the percentage of loss was very light, and all 
were successfully planted.— K. A. Brbhm. 
^The waters stocked in Newfoundland were lakes. 
J. Annin, Jr. 
Genesee Valley Association. 
Rochester, N. Y., Dec. 14.— Editor Forest and Stream: 
The annual meeting of the Genesee Valley Fish and Bird 
Protective and Propagating Association will be held at 
Rochester, Jan. 9. Prank J. Amsden, Sec. 
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FIXTURES. 
DOG SHOWS. 
1895. 
Feb. 19 to 22.— Westminster Kennel Clu nineteenth annual show, 
at New York. James Mortimer, Supt. 
Feb. 26 to March 1.— Mascoutah Kennel Club, at Chicago. J. L. 
T incoln, Sec'y- 
March 5 to 8.— Western Kennel Club Co., at Denver, Col. E. T. 
Weiant, Sec'y- 
I^March 5 to 8.— City of the Straits Kennel Club, at Detroit. J. W. 
Garrison, Sec'y. 
FIELD TRIALS. 
Jan. 14.— Pacific Coast Field Trials Club, at Salinas, Gal. 
Jan. 21.— United States Field Trials Club's Trials ^B, at West Point, 
Miss. P. T. Madison, Indianapolis,. Sec'y. 
Feb. 5.— Southern Field Trials, at New Albany, Miss. T. M. Brumby, 
Sec'y, Marietta, Ga. 
Sept. 10.— Manitoba Field Trials, at Morris, Man. John Woolton, 
Manitou, Sec'y. 
POINTS AND FLUSHES. 
[By a Staff Correspondent.] 
Hotel Rates. 
Field trials have necessarily their business features and 
sportsmen have a worldwide reputation for liberality. This 
liberality may sometimes lead to their pecuniary loss from 
imposition. But one of the most unaccountable features in 
connection with field trials is that pertaining to hotel rates. 
A theatrical or other party, at almost any hotel, can get 
special day rates. Any of the hotels in the smaller cities, 
and for that matter in the larger cities, have lower rates for 
guests who stop by the week, and lower day rates for par- 
ties. But at field trials, the established order of things is 
discarded. A big party or a long stay makes no difference" 
if it is by sportsmen. 
And Newton was no exception. The leading hotel, the 
Newton House, charged $2 per day to sportsmen, whether 
the stay was a day or a week or more, during the trials. Not 
because the house was crowded beyond its capacity, but just 
because, seemingly, it was a meeting of sportsmen. This 
hotel had a nominal weekly rate of $10 per week before and 
after the trials, but a rate which was really much less to 
local parties. I was informed by parties who were reliable 
and had every means of knowing that this same hotel had 
boarders at $10 and $11 per month, thus securing for a month 
what the sportsman paid for at the rate of $56. 
Just why a sportsman should be charged a higher rate at a. 
field trial than the regular rates, not to mention a reduced 
rate at all, is worth inquiring into. It may not be a matter 
of importance to some sportsmen, but to many the matter of 
expense is a matter of grave consideration. In any event, 
there is no reason whatever why the rates should be increased 
instead of lessened. Would it not be a matter of ordinary 
business precaution for the secretary, in the interest of the 
owners and handlers, to arrange such matters before the 
trials began? 
Field Trial Routine. 
Field trials have fallen into fixed channels. There is a. 
uniform sameness about all of them which no doubt tends 
to lessen their attractiveness. 
There are the regulation stakes, the Derby and the All-Age. 
Sportsmen, who are familiar with field trial matters, on look- 
ing over the published entries of the All-Aged stake, weeks 
before the trials can see the names of many dogs which have 
previously run in many trials. The competition loses its 
novelty. It is in part a twice told tale. There is a monotony 
about it which ceases to attract. 
At the Eastern trials there was a great deal of informal 
discussion in respect to having a drag hunt from the grounds 
to town every evening after the day's competition ended. The 
idea seemed to be popular. It seemed to awaken a great deal 
of latent enthusiasm. Mr. Avent promised to bring a pack 
of hounds for the purpose, if the idea was approved by the 
club. The local liveryman seemed to catch the spirit of the 
occasion and promised to have some good horses for the 
huntsmen. Alas, the poor horses! Bat of that, a year 
later! 
A rabbit hunt, too, with the colored population as beaters 
and hunters, with all the noise and riot appertaining to the 
sport when so conducted, was considered. If Mr. Coster 
could awaken to the occasion he might, from the sentiment 
of the people, gather features which would infuse greater 
interest into the greatest dog-and-gun event of the East. 
Under date of Dec. 12, Mr. J. B. Stoddard, Newton, N. C.,. 
writes me that "There is to be a field trial here this week. 
There are ten natives entered, entrance $1, and everything is 
to be conducted a la Eastern." Let the good work go on. 
I have received a letter from Major J. R. Purcell, in which 
he courteously but firmly assures me that Lady Margaret, in 
the two-hour race at Newton, N. C , did not flush the second 
bevy, but pointed it. contrary to the reports. B. Waters. 
New Orleans, La. 
The Use of Morphine. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
If dog owners would understand the use of hypodermic 
administration of morphine they would save many a dog. 
To a dog or puppy howling with pain from gripes or indiges- 
tion, morphine may be given until the dog becomes quiet, as 
often as once in half an hour. I have given repeatedly ^gr. 
of morphine combined with 1-200 of atropia to a pup only 
two or three months old, and never with but the best 
results. The canine race take kindly to morphine, and it 
takes large doses to kill them. Once I tried to put an old 
greyhound, who had passed his usefulness, to his long sleep 
and gave him lOgrs. He woke up next morning feeling 
quite chipper. If a knowledge of this will save some dogs 
from misery, and often their lives, I, as a dog lover, will be 
satisfied. Medicus. 
Brooklyn, N. Y., Oct. 4. 
Bummer. 
He is a dog with not even a remote claim to good looks or 
renowned family ties. Not a single feature of his roughly- 
cast doggy organism can be called handsome. About thirty 
pounds or homeliness, his body is long and his legs are short. 
His thick, clubby tail is carried high aloft with gentle gaiety. 
A short, wiry coat, in color white with a few black splotches , 
rather accentuates the rough casting of his form. Yet he is 
sturdily built, and a lot of good health seems to dwell in his 
rugged body. Mild in manners, gently peaceful and unob 
trusive, he inoffensively devotes his time to his own business 
in maintaining an humble existence. His peculiar oddities 
and absence of conventional habits of living, gained for him 
the friendship of the stablemen, so they called him "Bum- 
mer." 
Whence he came no one knows, no one cares. He appeared 
nnceremoniously one day and took up a tentative abode in 
the large and fashionable livery stable which he has since 
made his domicile. He made no obtrusive bid for attention. 
He seemed to feel his L own homeliness and absence of favor- 
able individuality. 
His looks indicated that he was of cosmopolitan ancestry, 
and his manner that he was an humble dog from the humble 
walks of life. He showed mildhabits of inoffensive vagrancy, 
probably from hard seasons of enforced hustling for his own 
living, wherein his brains and teeth were his only stock in 
trade. No doubt but that his homelessness was compulsory, 
since dogs do not take up aimless and predatory itinerancy 
from choice. 
His ugly frame contained one of the biggest and most 
affectionate hearts that ever beat in a dog's chest. Always 
pleasant and pleased to be noticed, he was a favorite with 
every man in the barn. 
To such of them as would be friendly with him he gave 
his unselfish allegiance. In return he expected no more than 
what would come from their generosity; for no one owned 
him, and he could not hope to be protected from imposition 
and abuse as could the dog who was so fortunate as to be 
scheduled as property. Contentment with things as he 
found them seemed to mark all his acts. 
Two dogs legitimately claimed the stable as their home 
before the intruder arrived; both were of proud blood, one an 
Irish setter, the other a collie. Bum, as he was called for 
short, quickly made friends with them. Their rich coats and 
typical forms were in strong contrast to his own nondescript 
qualities. 
Bum's homely, bony face had a kindly expression on it 
always, for friend or stranger. When spoken to, he would 
assume a jaunty sprightliness, simultaneously with a pleas- 
ant wag of his heavy, perpendicular tail, and would give a 
friend all his attention; but if it were a stranger he would 
unobtrusively and pleasantly go on with his own purposes. 
He showed his affection in a passive, undemonstrative man- 
ner, more by seeking the quiet companionship of those he 
loved than by seeking the caresses which most dogs so 
eagerly claim. Indeed, even in his associations with the set- 
ter and collie, he was always amiably deferential. 
In their little forages about the neighborhood for such tid- 
bits as were unguarded or rejected by the good housewives, 
he acted more as a sympathetic companion than as a recog- 
nized member of the party. He always looked to them for 
information as to what they contemplated next. He could 
interpret their very motion. When there was a change of 
plan and action, he keenly watched his companions, his 
mouth drawn back, ears pricked, and a most benevolent and 
sympathetic expression on his face the while. Inmediately 
on their purpose becoming manifest, he would cheerfully 
and promptly acquiesce and engage in it with earnest dili- 
gence. 
Yet, withal, in the stablemen's affections, he was a very 
formidable rival of his more favored canine companions. 
His blase' ways and unobtrusiveness, and perhaps, too, his 
loneliness and odd nature won their liking. Anyway, he 
was accepted as a part of the stable community. Odd he 
truly was; he had no favorite nooks in which to repose; in 
his quiet way he seemed to be a part of every plan; he never 
seemed to expect any attention unless it was tendered; and 
he accepted his food as the bounty of a generous master. 
Among the stablemen was a coachman whom we will call 
Pete for the purposes of the story, and also because that 
really was his name. In the unoccupied intervals of time 
the stablemen would often sit in front of the stable, which 
fronted on a busy street of Chicago. Pete had once been a 
middle-weight prize-fighter, was still in the vigor of youth 
and was looked upon by his companions as being m'ghty in 
a "scrap," though he was a peaceful man. 
One evening Pete was sitting in front of the stable enjoy- 
ing a rest and the refreshing coolness which came with the 
•evening shadows. Bum was stretched out to his full 
length on the sidewalk in a happy state of innocent slumber. 
His long, heavy tail had lost its mannerisms, and a mechan- 
cal grin of contentment was set on his plain features. 
A tall, well dressed man was leisurely passing by, when 
his attention was suddenly directed to the sleeping body of 
Bum. Then happened two things, or rather several things, 
which illustrated some curious phenomena of human nature 
good and bad. The sleeping form of poor' Bum appeared to 
arouse a malicious streak in the man's disposition, if per- 
chance his whole nature was not ill-ordered and mean. 
He turned short from his course so that he was near the 
unconscious form of the sleeping Bum, and gave him a 
powerful kick, The act was simply the expression of a nat- 
ure given over to malice and meanness. No purer act of 
cowardice could be conceived. 
Pete jumped to his feet and uttered no word of expostula- 
tion, but he gave the offender a glittering right and left on 
the jaw, which sent him reeling, then came a powerful 
punch in the stomach, and then his departure was accelera- 
ted with sundry kicks and objurgations, all delivered with a 
force, spirit and vivacity which left no doubt of their zeal 
and sincerity. Bum was not seriously injured. He has 
not been kicked since. 
Yet it all was a strange reversal of the accepted traits of 
the respective classes of society represented. The well 
dressed gentleman was impelled to kick the inoffensive dog 
and the avenger was an ex-prize-fighter. According to all 
social beliefs, the merciful sympathy should have been 
shown by the well-dressed gentleman, and the coarse brutal- 
ity should have been shown by the stableman. 
B. WATERS. 
tA Stray Shinplaster H 
Comes to us once in a while for a copy 
of "Game Laws in, Brief;" but shin= ^ 
t plasters nowadays are scarcer than Moose ^ 
in New York; and 25 cents in postage ^ 
stamps will do just as well. ^ 
5? 
My Dogs. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
I have always liked a good dog. When a boy on the farm 
the dog was my constant companion, and long before I was 
old 1 enough to safely handle a gun, if oid Zeno or Cap were 
with me I considered myself more than a match for any 
raccoon, ground hog, skunk or porcupine that crossed our 
path. Many a time have I spent a half-day in digging out 
"Mr. Groundhog" from under a log pile in order that old Cap 
might reach him, or climbed the highest hemlock in the 
woods to shake "Mr. Coon" down where the dog might meet 
him on equal terms. Speaking of my dog Cap, the compan- 
ion of my boyhood days, I might say that he was just a com- 
mon dog. He had no pedigree, no pride of ancestry, and his 
name never graced the books of any kennel club, but he was 
an all-round good dog. Full of good sense, he would hunt 
anything you wanted him to, and bunt it well. He would 
run a fox or rabbit until caught or holed, and he would sit 
under a tree up which he had treed a coon and bark until 
some one shot the coon or shook him down so that he might 
finish him himself. 
Old Cap made my boyhood days brighter and better when 
on the old farm, and I have never forgiven the neighbor who 
shot him, and all that saved hira a good licking was that he 
was older and bigger than I. It is a mighty mean man that 
will kill a good dog without a good cause. 
Later on in life, when I had become the happy possessor of 
an old Harper's Ferry nmsket with which I could kill a wild 
pigeon, a pheasant or a fox as far as I can do now with my 
best breechloader, I became the owner of a pair of dogs. 
They were given to me by a neighbor, as he could not take 
them with him to the West. He called them Fannie and 
Dick. Fannie was jet black and Dick, her puppy, was pure 
white. These dogs would not weigh over 151bs. apiece; but 
they were bred and raised where all kinds of game was 
plenty, and they would hunt and tackle anything in the 
woods from a chipmunk to a wildcat. I have known them 
to start a fox at daylight and run him all round 
and over the farm, until I had to forsake my plow, 
go to the house and get old Harper's Ferry and 
kill that fox purely in self-defense. But I remember 
once when Fannie and Dick met their match. It was one 
September morning when the squirrels were ripe. I had 
taken the old guns and my dogs for a day with the blacks 
and grays on McCortney's Ridge. In crossing a new ground 
clover field close to the woods I spied a hornet's nest bigger 
than my hat. It hung to a bunch of sprouts. I looked at it 
a moment and then concluded to riddle the nest with a load 
of shot. Fannie and Dick were close to my heels, where 
they stood until the shot, when they broke for that hornet's 
nest. The fight was of short duration, for the dogs, after 
doing their best, broke for the woods to escape their tor* 
mentors. It was the only time I ever saw them whipped, 
and they were suspicious of me all the rest of that day. Fan- 
nie fell from a load of hay one day and broke her hip. I 
splinted it up for her and cared for her until she grew well 
and strong, and in after years when I had left the old farm 
and would go back to visit it, Fannie and Dick would meet 
me at the end of the lane and tell me in a hundred ways that 
they were not ungrateful and that they could not forget a 
friend. 
A few years ago while hunting deer in the Alleghanies, a 
hound ran a deer by me. I tried to get a shot at the deer but 
failed; then I tried to catch the hound, but with no better 
success. I afterward purchased her for $5. She was a black 
and tan foxhound, and so far as I know had no royal blood 
in her veins. After hunting her during the winter I bred 
her to a good common hound, and sent her to the country to 
a farmer friend to raise her puppies. I succeeded in saving 
three of the litter; I kept the most promising one. 
Grouse was fairly plenty near the farm and as soon as my 
puppy, Dan, was old enough to run a rabbit or a fox he went 
to the woods daily with old Fanny for a chase, When Dan 
was eight months old he could run a fox equal to any old 
stager. A better scout and starter I never owned; but like 
my old dog Cap, he too met an untimely death. A fox that 
he had driven hard all morning took refuge in a flock of 
sheep that belonged to a little souled farmer who shot my 
dog supposing he was after his sheep. I would have paid for 
every sheep the poor wretch owned rather than have him 
butcher my dog, for he left him to linger and die where he 
fell on the trail of the fox. I don't like that farmer. 
Some ten years ago a friend of mine purchased a pair of 
tan-colored puppies. They were a cross between a stag- 
hound and a foxhound. He sent them to the mountain 
home of our old friend, Jim McCreery, to be raised and 
trained for our fall hunt. From the time those puppies 
were old enough to travel they followed old Jim and his 
hunting dogs in their tramp through the mountains. Our 
first hunt with these puppies was in October, when they 
were only nine months old. In their very first chase they 
drove a buck from Winter's Ridge, that dropped to Bill 
Reams's gun. That chase and the taste of blood made them 
keen for the hunt, and the next day I saw them fight a 
wounded bear on Robert's Run, equal to veterans. I have 
seen and handled a good many deer and bear dogs, but I 
never have seen a better pair of hunters than those two dogs, 
Dan and Cal, though they had no pedigree and were raised 
in the mountains on corn mush. I have owned other 
dogs, bird dogs, foxhounds and beagles, dogs with pedi- 
grees, and just common dogs like "Nessmuk's" Pete, 
and so far as my observation and experience goes, 
everything else being equal, the dog that is bred among 
game and taught to hunt as soon as he is old enough 
will be the better dog. You may breed your hunting 
dogs as fine as silk, and unless they are taught to work and 
to work early, the chances are they will be a failure. I have 
but two dogs left now, Jack and Fannie, Jack is my faith- 
ful old foxhound, as true as steel. But he is getting old and 
his battles with wildcats and his chases over these mountains 
have told upon him. But Jack shall be cared for in the 
future for his faithfulness in other days, and I shall ever re- 
member him as good, kind and true. Unlike Jack, Fannie 
boasts of blue blood and a pedigree. She is a beagle, kind and 
intelligent and true, and if any of the readers of Forest And 
STREAM are fond of music and a good time,and they will come 
here when the rabbits are ripe I will convince them that a 
thoroughbred beagle with proper training is the very beat 
rabbit dog that can be found. Frank G. Harris. 
Clearfield, Pa. 
Kent Elgin vs. Strideaway. 
Tee following is a copy of a challenge sent to Mr. E. O. 
Damon, the owner of the pointer Strideway: 
Birmingham, Ala., Dec. 18.— Mr. E. 0. Damon, North- 
ampton, Mass.: 1 will pit Kent Elgin against Strideaway 
for a three hours' race, to take place immediately after the 
Southern trials in February, for $300 a side, to be run under 
U. S. F. T. Club'srules. Each side to select a judge and the 
two thus selected to select a third. No reporter, owner or 
representative of any sportsman's paper, or official of any 
field trial club to act as judge. One hundred dollars to be 
posted at once by each side, the balance paid in the night 
before the race. As my dog has not been worked at all this 
season I must make it conditional that you accept at once, 
as the time for his preparation is limited. T. T. Ashford. 
The Forest and Stream is put to press each week on Tues- 
■day. Correspondence intended for publication should reach 
*»•• at the latest by Monday, and as much earlier aspracticab le 
Mayor A. D. Stewart, of Hamilton, Out., is also secretary- 
treasurer of the Hamilton Jockey Club. Mr. Stewart, it is 
s aid. will run for a second term, and there is every prospect 
of his re-election to the Mayoralty. 
