FOREST AND STREAM. 
[May 4, 1895. 
An Angler's Invitation. 
Lykens, Pa. — Opening day in this locality, and 1 may 
say throughout this and ad jieent counties, was cold and 
the waters too high for good fishing, although several 
fair catches were made. On the 18th a friend and myself 
spent a day on a favorite stream within twelve miles of 
here, and each captured a full creel of cleaned trout, 
numbering forty in all, running from 8 to 14in. long. A 
friend of mine on the 20th came home with twenty-six 
that would average llin. long. Now, if there are a couple 
of brothers of the rod and gun who wish a day or so on a 
stream where they have hopes of occasionally getting a 
big one, they can do 8(3 by letting me know a few days in 
advance and I will cheerfully go with them, and as I have 
by years of experience on the stream become perfectly 
at home with every inch of water for fifteen miles, I will 
guarantee both a pleasant and successful trip. We can 
either camp in my tent or we can put up with a friend 
who lives near. It will be a four hours' drive over good 
roads, and we will be away from civilization almost as 
much as if in the woods of Mame. I am interested in no 
business that would profit by the advent of strangers, but 
simply offer this invitation for the sake of some brother 
sportsman who may be "chained to business" and can get 
a few days off. On or about May 1 would suit very well. 
Hope to hear from some of the readers of Forest and 
Stream and be able to give them a good time. 
W. V. Barrett. 
Washington Trout Fishing. 
Robe, Snohomish County, Wash., April 20. — As a speci- 
men of the possibilities which await the angler in this 
country I herewith send you a photograph of a string of 
trout taken at Panther Lake by Mr. George Bakeman and 
Mr. A. D.Austin, of Snohomish, Wash., in six hours' 
fishing. Panther Lake is one of those small bodies of 
water which abound in the wilds of this State, is located 
about six miles and a half northeast of Snohomish, and 
can only be reached by a rough road through a dense 
forest. It was at first supposed to be too early for success- 
ful fly-fishing, but a small copper-colored spoon was used 
with such effect that the anglers decided to try the fly, 
and the brown palmer with yellow body, the Klamath 
and some other flies were taken by the fish with avidity. 
The catch consisted of 9? cut- throat trout weighing 
401bs. The size of the fish and the length of , the string 
may be determined by the length of the surveyor's pole 
from which they are suspended, each division of the pole 
representing lft. 
The trout which inhabit these small inland lakes and 
the streams flowing from them are, so far as my observa- 
tion goes, the cut- throat species, and I consider them the 
most desirable trout of the several kinds found in this 
locality. Splasher. 
Maine Fishing. 
Dixfield, April 28. — The ice is now out of the most of 
our inland ponds and lakes, with the exception of the 
Rangeleys andMoosehead. The fishing at Auburn this last 
week has been very fine, and many large trout and salmon 
have been taken, also at Swan Lake and Wild Pond. The 
salmon are being caught in many ponds where they have 
never appeared before. The landlocked salmon fish- 
ing in this State is to be the coming feature and the taking 
one. H. O. Stanly. 
Salmon Fishing For Sale. 
Freehold, on the best fishing waters of the Southwest Mirimichl 
River (Burnt Hill). For terms and particulars apply to Thomas J. 
Conroy, 310 Broadway, New York City.— Adv. 
The Messrs. Heublein, of Hartford, will give away to every lady 
visitor at the Sportsmen's Exposition a small bottle of their cele- 
brated Manhattan Cocktails. Sportsmen unprovided with friends 
among the fair sex will be at a disadvantage.— Adv. 
Catalogues. 
Messrs. J. B. Shannon & Sons, manufacturers and dealers In fine 
fishing tackle, guns, and sportsmen's supplies, at 1020 Market street, 
Philadelphia, issue a well gotten up catalogue of specialties, which is 
embellished with illustrations of "Rail Shooting" and "Bass Fishing." 
Reuben Wood's Son's Company, Syracuse, N. Y., are out with their 
1895 catalogue of fishing tackle, etc. It appears in a handsomely 
lithographed cover, on the front of which is a portrait of the late 
Reuben Wood, "one of nature's noblemen. "An enterprising tackle 
house is always known by the specialties it produces, rather than by 
the standard line of goods," say the Messrs. Wood. They add, "We 
have brought out this season several new ideas. Every practical 
angler will use them." 
"That reminds me." 
In early summer, one year, shortly after the close of 
the civil war, a friend who lived some twenty-five miles 
west of Chicago, and but a short distance from the Du 
Page River, sent me a very pressing invitation to come 
out and put in a day with him at fishing for pike. 
Arrived there in due time w.e began operations. The 
day was a glorious one, and many of the farmers in that 
vicinity had joined forces in having a big sheep washing 
but a short distance from where we were fishing, and 
near to a place called Gary's Mill. Of course, such an 
affair (some two thousand sheep were washed there that 
day) would naturally bring together quite a crowd of 
workmen and onlookers, among whom was a very slim, 
pompous-looking young gentleman, a student, as we 
afterward learned, who acted as if he knew everything 
and the price thereof. After viewing the proceedings for 
a while he leisurely strolled up the east bank of the stream 
until he came to a dugout that we had been using. Just 
then the idea came into his head that he would like to 
take a ride in it. Taking the paddle, a rough, one-bladed 
affair, and pulling up around him the lower end of his 
long linen duster, he carefully adjusted himself on the 
low seat in the craft, which was about as cranky a boat 
as could possibly be. By exercising a deal of caution he 
managed to keep the thing right side up and soon after 
paddled, or floated, down stream, where the crowd was. 
He was so awkward in his movements on the water that 
the people were not very complimentary in their remarks 
to him. After paddling around for a while and taking 
their sarcastic talk he concluded to go ashore, but in 
trying to get through a lot of lilypads his paddle got 
entangled and over went the dugout, pitching him head 
foremost into the mud and water quite a distance from 
shore. As he came up blowing and snorting he left the 
boat and struck out on foot for the bank, clawing hold 
of the lilypads at every step to help him along. As the 
mud and water there were only about up to his armpits 
he managed to get out without assistance. But what a 
figure he did cut, aud didn't the crowdroar and yell then. 
The last that we saw of him he was going on a dog trot 
for Wheaten College, some five or six miles distant, with 
his long, bedraggled, linen duster twisting and flapping 
around his slim shanks at every step 
Well, we two had a fairly successful day of it so far as 
the number of fish was concerned, having caught some 
twenty or more pike of different sizes; taking it all round, 
the fine weather, the fun and the fishing together made 
it a day long to be remembered. A. L L. 
The death of Mr. Wesley Cameron, recently chronicled 
in Forest and Stream, recalls to mind many stories I have 
heard of him from his old companions while sitting around 
the camp-fires of the Kingfishers. I am minded to relate 
one of them as a specimen: 
"Wes Cameron," as he was usually called when in camp, 
was a man somewhat careless of his personal appearance 
when out on a cruise. 
I recollect that when, one cold morning, I boarded the 
steamer at the Sault Ste. Marie for a trip down the St. 
Mary's, I had covered myself with a particularly seedy old 
nor' west capote, and was saluted by the Colonel with the 
remark, "Now you look like old Wes Cameron." 
Well, once upon a time, before the railroad crossed the 
Nipigon and when the steamer used to make all the ports 
along the North Shore, Wesley and a number of kindred 
spirits came down from Nipigon Lake to the mouth, and 
after waiting some days for the boat Mr. Cameron decided 
to start on in his canoe, thinking that the steamer must 
have foundered somewhere, and wouldn't come at all. 
The others concluded to wait, and within a few hours the 
welcome "blow" of the steamer was heard, and shortly 
they were comfortably established on her deck, while she 
steamed merrily away to the southward. 
It was not long before they sighted a lone birch ahead, 
with a crew of what appeared to be three Indians, each a 
little dirtier and more bedraggled than the others. 
It was recognized as the craft that carried Wesley 
and — some, at least, of his "fortunes;" and then it was 
that those bad men on the steamboat, not having before, 
their eyes the fear of anything on earth, did put up a 
large and fragrant job on him of the seedy look. 
The birch headed so as to enable her commander to speak 
the steamer, which he did as soon as opportunity served; 
not loudly, however, for the wind was iresh, there was. a 
heavy sea on, and Cameron had paddled harder than was 
good for him to keep from being blown off shore. "Ship 
ahoy!" 
"What the blank do you want?'' 
"Heave to (puff — puff — ahem). Wanter git aboard." 
"Likely I'll take you on — ain't carryin' no such truck." 
"Heave to, I tell you; that's my party there." 
Captain turns to the gentlemen looking over the side. 
"Any o' you know that thing?'' 
"No." "Not I." "Not much." "What d'ye take us 
for?" 
"You hear, you feller? You can't come any of your 
games on us — no, sir." 
The precise nature of the conversation which ensued is 
not important, and some of it might not look well in print; 
but old Wes did at last manage to get on board, and the 
rest of the story may be imagined. 
It is not related that he ever succeeded in getting even 
with that party. Kelpie. 
%}u fennel. 
F1XTU RES. 
BENCH SHOWS. 
May 8-11.— San Francisco, Ca.l.— Pacific Kennel Club. Howard 
Vernon, Sec'y, San Francisco. 
Sept. 17-20.— Orange county Fair Bench Show, Newburgh, N. Y. 
Robert JohDson, Sec'y. 
Oct. 8-11.— Dinbury, Conn.— Danbury Agri:ultural Society. G. L, 
Rundle, Sec'y. 
FIELD TRIALS. 
Sept. 2.— Continental Field Trials Club's chicken trials at Morris, 
Man. P. T. Madison, Sec'y, Indianapolis, Ind. 
Sept. 10.— Morris, Man.— Manitoba F. T. C. John Wool ton, Sec'y, 
Manitou. 
Nov. 5.— Chatham, Ont. — International F. T. Club. W. B. Wei's, See'v. 
Nov. 18.— Eastern F. T. Club, at Newton, N. C. W. A. Coster, 
Se cy, Saratoga Springs, N. Y. 
Nov. 25.— Continental Field Trials Club's quail trials at Newton. 
P. T. Madison, Sec'y, Indianapolis, Ind. 
Oct. 29.— New England Field Trial Club, at Assonet, . Mass. S. R. 
Sharp, Sec'y. 
Nov. 28 — Trials A. U. S. F. T. Club. W. B. Stafford, Sec'y, TrentoD, 
Tenn. 
WISE ANIMALS. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
Poor, shaggy, old Jack! Though only of a common 
breed, yet was he in action of most uncommon inielli-. 
gence. 
The night before his kind mistress died, he would not 
leave the window near her room, but howled and moaned 
most piteously, as he had never before done, just as 
though fully conscious of the fatal illness and last ap- 
proaching death of his true friend, who had, in his early 
days, rescued him from peril and death, and had taken 
him to her home and taught him fidelity and wisdom. 
Hismistress was not then unmindful of his honest grief, 
for she said to the friends by her bedside: "Poor Jack 
knows that I must soon go hence and leave the dear ones 
and him to the care of others." Even at that time could 
her tender heart think of and pity all living things. 
There was also a family of kittens, which had been 
taken from the streets, starved and shivering, and which 
had grown into a handsome family. Jack and Puss slept 
together at times in cold weathpr, and, after the death of 
their mistress, were often in friendly communion. Who 
can say thatthey had not a special language, understood 
by them? 
After years, as poor old Jack lay in the tortures of death 
by slow poison, Puss would bring him part of her food, 
meat and chicken bones, and would look at him sorrow- 
fully, remaining near by as though to watch over and 
protect him, for she would look into the faces of persons 
passing or coming to him most pitifully, as if to implore 
their help for poor Jack. Even after Jack was no longer 
conscious she still remained an honest mourner, and for 
days thereafter would neither eat nor act in any way like 
herself. Has ever a cat been known to express such 
honest sorrow? I fear that we do not begin to know the 
thoughts and feelings of what are termed "our dumb 
friends." 
This cat was given away to a kind family and was gone 
for some months. She had been shut up in an old stable, 
yet she returned to us and plainly manifested her happi- 
ness at being again with us by caressing and licking our 
hands, lying down close to the feet of the family, purr- 
ing, saying in cat language as plainly as possible, "I am 
very glad to be back in my dear old home again with you 
all." 
So there must exist more than just the old love of hab- 
itation, a friendship true and lasting. 
One strangely evil trick this cat was ever guilty of. 
Indeed one so peculiar we never heard of it before. She 
would get into the sleeping rooms, hide herself in the 
most unheard of places in order to get to bed with some 
of the family, for the sole purpose of sucking and getting 
into her mouth the curls or hair of the children, often 
lying on their heads, sometimes entangling her claws in 
the hair. This always seemed unintentional. Her kit- 
tens were guilty of the same trick, as well as trying to in- 
hale the breath of the sleepers, whom both cat and kittens 
fondly loved. 
The next comer was a little black and tan dog, to 
which many interesting tricks were taught, such as get- 
ting the shoes and slippers of the master and mistress of • 
the house, picking up things that were dropped, bringing 
the brush or little sweeping broom, and many other 
things. When very anxious to go out walking, he would 
go to the hall stand and would try to coax the hat and 5 
cane of his master to come to him. He would sit up, 
sneeze, bark and jump to see if he could not persuade 
master as well as his belongings to come to him. 
After the walk, when returning with muddy feet, he j 
would look at his tracks on the steps as if ashamed of 
them, and if, after stepping on the mat, there were still i 
the imprints of his little feet wet or muddy, he would run 
to the bath-room and beg to have them cleansed, where- 
after he would expect to be praised for being so good. 
There came to visit in this family a lady and her little 
daughter, two ye^rs of age. Beppo, the little boss, did 1 
not then like children, for be had been accustomed to 
have his own way in njany things. He had his little bed- 
stead, mattress, pillow and blanket, and had even his own 
silver-plated drinking cup and plate. These the little 
child, Viola, at once admired, and sometimes took. pos- 
session of them. Then began the trouble for spoiled and 
selfish little dog Beppo, who had become so very 
bachelor-like and selfish in his habits of life, he not car- 
ing to share bis possessions with this dear little pet, 
Viola, who so loved him in spite of his snarls and glowing; 
eyes. 
But Viola was fearless and enjoyed the freedom of the • 
whole house, Beppo included — nor did his evident dislike- 
make any difference to her show of affection for him.. 
Often Beppo would not go to his master or mistress, but . 
would go to the mother of Viola, sit up, sneeze, bark andi 
sp^ak as plainly as he could, saying: "Do make your 
child respect my rights. I am possessor." When they 
were restored he would often go to his bed and stay there • 
longer than usual just to keep possession, no doubt even, 
punishing himself thereby, just as Rome people do at. 
times, for when the hated intruder was not there Beppo . 
would not remain to guard his supposed exclusive rights,, 
but would listen for her coming before taking possession. 
After a time even Beppo became ashamed of his selfish- 
ness and began to be happier, even making friends, 
with little Viola. He wanted to go out with her to walk; • 
in fact, he became very fond of her and finally was sent 
to her home as his future dwelling-place, for his mistress; 
went far away to distant lands, and no one was considered i 
so kind and sympathetic as this once-hated intruder. 
The memory of Beppo proved most excellent, for some- 
of his old tricks, which had not been rehearsed for years,, 
were again suddenly exhibited; even the playing of dead 
dog, which was to lie on his back, not hearing any call 
until certain numbers had been counted, and then, when, 
the word was given, "The policeman is coming," he 
would jump up for a frolic. 
Beppo also deemed it his honest duty to keep away all 
cats, knowing he could catch the rats that at times 
infested the yard and cellar, yet if a strange cat was, 
brought and properly introduced, by telling him that 
such an one was to be well-treated thenceforth as a mem- 
ber of the household, he would make friends, if not spit 
at and scratched in the face; this he would not stand, 
nor was he bidden to do so. Viola would say, "If you ] 
two can not agree, why Puss must look for another place. 
Beppo shall not be so treated, for he does not deserve it." 
Two things Beppo could not abide — first, an American 
Fourth of July, with its loud din, firecrackers and fight- | 
ing boys; and the other was ugly faces, sometimes made 
at him by a member of the family. These fairly dis- 
turbed him, so that he would howl forth some of the most; 
doleful notes. 
Once he was very angry with a child, for which he was. 
taken to task and scolded well for his evil behavior and; 
loud snarls. 
He and Jus little son Nig had been given some nioe- 
boiled meat for their dinners, but the child had taken it 
all away and stuffed it into the cuspidor. The dogs begged 
for more, which was put upon their plate, and again it- 
was taken away, when, in sore desperation, poor Beppo 
barked, sneezed, and begged for his mistress to follow 
him. After a time she went, and, lo and behold! there 
was all the cause of the just anger and hunger of the 
poor dogs cleverly explained. 
In his older years Beppo began to run away from home 
at times, perhaps in search of his first mistress, who had 
been on a visit, and whom he never forgot. This time 
there was no advertisement for his recovery, as there had 
been at previous times. He had been gone for some days , 
and mourned as lost, this time for certain; but suddenly 1 
there was heard a loud breathing sound, which quite 
alarmed and startled all in the room. 
One of the family said: "What is that sound?" 
Another said, in hushed tones: "How strange! Per- 
haps it is the ghost of our dear, wise little Beppo, come 
back to tell us not to grieve for him; that he is gone to the J 
best doe world there is after death." 
"Hush! 'paid the first speaker. "I feel something warm 
near me. Oh, look! look! Why, here he is, poor little 
fellow!" 
