FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Junk 25, 1898. 
New England Fishing, 
Boston, June 17. — The fishermen are* returning from 
the trout and landlocked salmon waters. Mr. George 
Harlow is back from a successful fishing trip to Four 
Ponds, about three miles up the mountain from Bemis, 
Me. He was accompanied by two or three friends, part 
of whom went in to the ponds by way of Houghtons, in 
Byron; there being a road through the woods and up 
the motmtain that way, considerably used by the fisher- 
men of Rumford and Byron, who know the ponds. They 
had good success, taking a good many trout on the fly, 
though of small size. Another camp is being built at 
the ponds bj'^ fishing parties, making three or four camps 
at those ponds. 
Mr. A. S. Woodworth and his friend, Mr. Kidder, have 
just returned from their trip to the Rangeleys, though 
most of their fishing was done at Kennebago and Seven 
Ponds. Their spoi't was in fly-casting altogether, and 
they fotind the flj'-fishing especially good almost every- 
where they fished. One hundred trout in a day was not 
at all difficult, the great majority being returned to the 
water. Mr. A. C. Farley, of the Camp Stewart party, 
extended his trip to Kennebago, where he had excellent 
fly-fishing. 
The H. B. Moore party of fishermen has returned 
from Moosehead, where they had excellent fishing till 
the black flies became too inquisitive altogether for 
comfort. Then the party took leave, leaving the flies in 
full possession. In the party were Dr. J. C. French, H. 
B. Moore, of Boston; Edward A. Moore, of Westford; 
Mrs. Moore; George C. Moore, of North Chelmsford; 
E. Richardson, Mrs. Richardson, and E. A. Smith, of 
Lowell. The party were quartered at Capen's, Deer 
Island, and were accommodated with a private steamer 
and all the conveniences of a first-class fishing trip. Fly- 
fishing for squaretails Avas excellent. 
The Duck Lake Club party has returned to business 
again, much pleased with the spring fishing. The club 
has fine camps and accommodations at Duck Lake, one 
of the Schoodics, and at other lakes and ponds. The 
party was in charge of Mr. H. O. Underwood, as usual, 
and consisted of XV. B. Lambert, Herbert L. Harding, 
H. R. Brown, E. C. Johnson, Geo. W. Wheeler, Edward 
Reed and J. Swift, Jr. They had fairly good luck, but 
were a Httle too late for the best fishing. Mr. C. W. 
Shaw, usually of the same party, went a week or two 
earlier, and had good sport. Landlocked salmon fishing 
at the Schoodics has been better than ever this year. 
June 20. — Mr. and Mrs. L. O. Crane have just re- 
turned from one of the most successfid fishing trips they 
have ever made. First they visited Round Mountain 
Lake, where they had good fishing. In one day Mr. 
Crane took a full 100 trout on the fly, all but twenty of 
which were returned alive to the water. It is his invari- 
able rule to save onlj'- such trout as can be used for 
food. From the fishing at Round Mountain they came to 
Rangeley Lake, where Mr. Crane landed a salmon of 
3i^lbs. Thence to the Upper Dam they struck fishing 
that was particularly pleasing. Mr. Crane declares that 
at the Upper Dam is the trout pool of the world. "You 
may fish for some time without a strike, but when you 
do "get one it is a big one." He showed at his place of 
business Saturday three trout, brought out to his friends, 
one of 4j41bs. and two of 3^^1bs., all taken on the fly. 
At the Dam he witnessed the most novel salmon catch 
on record. On Friday Mr. Eugene Lynch, of Boston, 
was fishing in the pool, when Mr. Crane came out with 
his boat and guide and attempted to anchor a short dis- 
tance below Mr. Lynch. The latter suggested that con- 
siderable room would be desirable, as he had a big fish 
hooked, and thought it might be a salmon. Mr. Crane 
then went a little distance below another boat that was 
down the pool from Mr. Lynch, and anchored where he 
could watch the handling of the big fish. The fight was 
a hard one, and prolonged for more than half an hour. 
At last the salmon made a mighty swirl partly across the 
pool and down stream toward the other boat, in which 
was Mr. Porter, of Norwich, Conn. Then he made a 
dart out of water at an angle of about 45 degrees, into 
the air, landing squarely in Mr. Porter's boat. The 
latter jumped on the fish and succeeded in preventing 
him from jumping out of the boat. He Avas killed, and 
proved to be a splendid specimen of landlocked salmon, 
weighing plbs. and 2oz. Those who witnessed the leap 
consider it one of the most remarkable in angling 
records. It goes to show what a salmon will do when 
hooked. He was caught on a Jock Scot fly. Mr. Lynch 
is justly proud of his catch, while Mr. Porter claims the 
honor of having landed one of the biggest salmon of the 
season at that pool. 
Other good catches are being made at the Upper Darn, 
among which are eighteen trout in one day to the credit 
of L. R. Eddy, of Webster, Mass., the string weighing 
23lbs. The next day he took nineteen trout, the largest 
weighing respectively 6j4, 4% and 3lbs. The next day 
he took one of Slbs. on the fly. E. L. Bartlett, of North 
Oxford, took nineteen trout on Monday, the largest one 
of 3>41bs. The next day he landed eleven, the largest 
weighing 4i^lbs. , c 1 u 
At Bemis the fishing contmues good. Sylvanus Poor, 
of Andover, Me., has taken two trout of 4^ and slbs. 
weight. F. H. Marston, Lewiston, Me., has taken home a 
fine string, the largest weighing 61bs. At Rangeley Lake 
the fishing is improving. Mr. A. H. Proctor and A. F. 
Breed, of Lynn, Mass., have had good fishing. Mr. 
Proctor's first day out brought an 8j41b. salmon, and one 
of 4i41bs. Mr. Breed's largest fish is a /lb. salmon. Mr. 
J. R. Eddy, of Troy, N. Y., tried to land a deer-Thursday 
afternoon with his salmon rigging. The result is he is 
minus rod, reel and line. With his guide, Martin Fuller, 
he was out fishing when they saw the deer swimming in 
the lake, and gave chase. They tried to prevent the 
deer from landing on Maniskotuck Island. In the excite- 
ment Mr. Eddy forgot to reel in his line. The deer 
became entangled in the line, but escaped, line, rod and 
all running out of the boat, but from which he soon 
cleared himself, and disappeared in the woods. 
Fishing at the Birches has continued o-ood. At the 
Middle Dam the fishing is reported particularly good. 
Good catches are being made at the Pond in the River 
and at B. Pond. 
Special. 
Grand Rapids' Great Week. 
The Fly-Casters'^ Trout Trip. 
Maypield, Grand Traverse County, Mich., June 10.^ — 
The fly-casters and their Grand Rapids hosts to-day 
carried into efifect their intention to have a turn at 
the practical part of fly-casting for trout. The two 
railroads, the Grand Rapids & Indiana and the Chicago 
& West Michigan, came to the support of the town in 
the most generous manner, and offered to carry free 
to the splendid fishing grounds of Michigan all the 
visiting sportsmen and their Grand Rapids entertainers. 
To-day at shortly after 7:30 A. M. a special car, in 
charge of that prince of railroad men, Mr. C. L. Lock- 
wood, general passenger agent of the G. R. & I. (the 
"Fishing Line"), rolled out of Grand Rapids north- 
bound. The car was equipped with every convenience 
and stocked with good things, and the party that occu- 
pied it was pleasant as a company of anglers always 
is. Those on board were Messrs. C. L. Lockwood, 
general passenger agent; W. B. Stimson, superinten- 
dent; F. S. Gorham, ex-auditor; R. R. Metheany, audi- 
tor; Chase S. Osborne, State game warden; Col. E. 
Crofton Fox, D. G. Henry and Frank J. Rogers, of 
Grand Rapids; Geo. W. Strell and H. G. Hascall, of 
Chicago; Fred D. Divine, of Utica, N. Y. These drop- 
ped off at various points along the road, which pene- 
trates the choicest part of the wonderful Michigan 
angling country. When the train split -at Walton Junc- 
tion, three of the party. Col. Fox, Mr. Strell and my- 
self, left the others and came on up to Mayficld, 140 
miles north of Grand Rapids. Here we met Mr. H. 
Widdicomb, a very ardent and skillful sportsman, of 
Grand Rapids, who had come up the day previous to 
make arrangements for our party, which was assigned 
to the Boardman River, in the hope that we might 
make the acquaintance of some of the big rainbow trout 
of -that famous stream. 
We found the Boardman River a magnificent, bold 
and heavy water, just within the possibility of wading, 
and full of trout. A couple of weeks ago Col. Fox took 
over fifty fine trout a day on a three days' trip on the 
Boardman, some crowding 2lbs. in weight. To-day 
we did not have quite so good luck in raising the very 
big ones, but we got nice baskets, I should think about 
100 trout in all for four rods in one afternoon, many 
thanks to the skillful rods of Mr. Widdicomb and Col. 
Fox. To-night one of the local anglers came into our 
quarters with a prize which he had just taken in a 
mill pond across the railway track not more than looyds. 
from our stopping place. This fish looked to be a 2lb. 
trout, though ij41bs. Was all we could induce the scales 
to call it. It was taken on bait after dark. 
June II, On Board Car Monaco, G. R. & I. Rail- 
way, 8 P. M. — We have concluded our Boardman trip, 
a most enjoyable one, and are on the special car bound 
south, meeting again Mr. Lockwood, Mr. Stimson, 
Mr. Metheany, Mr. Gorham. I have just had a look 
into the ice box, and can testify that the luck on the 
Maple River was good. Mr. Lockwood caught 43 trout; 
Mr. Stimson 36, Mr. F. Quaintance 27, Mr. Metheany 
24, all on the Maple near Pellston, some of the fish 
running very nice indeed. At Pellston Mr. Hyde, a New 
York lawyer, who has been in this region on a visit, has 
been having good sport, rarely less than 50 a day, and 
one day taking no trout. Mr. D. G. Henry, of Grand 
Rapids, and his guest, Fred Divine, also fished the 
Maple, but had not yet come in, and we do not know 
what success they had. We had not yet heard from the 
parties on the Little Manistee and the Pere Marquette. 
They will not be back for a day or two yet. Now it 
becomes the painful necessity of saying good-bye to 
the entertainers of Grand Rapids, who have so easily 
and nicely done so much to give us comfort, sport and 
pleasure. I do not remember to have seen a more 
sportsmanlike assembly of men than those who met at 
Grand Rapids this wee;k, and the whole programme from 
start to finish has been unique. The fly-casters who 
stayed away are those who were unlucky. Those who 
came have enjoyed the brief experience of owning a 
city and a railroad. It is not easy to discharge a debt 
like that. 
The fishing is good now in the south peninsula. The 
rainbow trout is the coming fish. I have taken both 
rainbow and brook trout out of the same pool in the 
Boardman. The rainbow outclasses the speckled trout 
two to one as a fighter. The man who kills one of these 
big sib. rainbows in the Boardman on light tackle has 
done an angling feat. They are there, any number of 
them. They take the fly better than the speckled trout. 
1206 BoYCE Building, Chicago, III. E. HoUGH. 
Wteck of the Heathef Bell. 
A ballad describing the loss of the wood boat Heather Bell on 
the St. John River, New Brunswick, in November, A.D. 1877, by 
collision with the steamer Soulanges, an old and extremely erratic 
craft, which then ran as a night boat between St. John and Freder- 
icton. 
BY FRANK H. RISTEEN. 
It was the wood boat Heather Bell 
That plowed the wintry main; 
And the skipper, his name was Bowser, 
And the crew, his name was Kane. 
White was her deck with the evening frost. 
Her sails and her masts all white. 
And over her bow in the darkling gloom 
There glimmered her signal light. 
The skipper he stood beside the helm. 
His pipe in his mouth was set. 
While a gross of matches lay strewn around 
He had scratched on his pantalette. 
And with every squally gust that blew 
He would light another match, 
And for every griping flaw that flew 
His gable end he'd scratch. 
Then up spake the skipper's mate 
(Likewise his name was Kane), 
"I pray thee, put into Opnabog, 
For I fear a hurricane. 
The mainsail sheet is frozen stiff, 
The martengale leaks fast. 
The piston rod is smashed in twain, 
And the spinaker yaws the mast!" 
"Then haul the bobstay hard to port 
And hammer down the hatch!" 
And the skipper laughed a scorn laugh 
As he lighted another match. 
"No fear have I," old Bowser cried, 
"Of weather, wind or sea;. 
Trice up the binnacle to the poop 
And splice the whiffletree!" 
But wilder and wilder came the gale, 
And .the darkness and the rain, 
Twin specters from a world of woe. 
Their wings spread o'er the main. 
Then up spake the boatswain bold 
(His name likewise was Kane), 
"O, let us take the larbord tack — 
The Jimsag we may gain." 
"Go bowsen up the collar beam," 
The skipper roared aloud, 
"And tightly reef the throttle valve 
And jibe, the scupper shroud!" 
And still from the Devil's Back 
And o'er the reach it blew. 
And down the vale of Nerepis 
The fierce tornado flew. 
It swept the jilpoke off the poop. 
It ripped the -sails like tow. 
It stove the gangway into shreds 
And bilged the dynamo. 
Yet though the wind blew fierce and fast. 
And though the blast blew raw. 
The skipper cheerily sought to light 
The pipe that would not draw. 
"O, skipper, I hear the sound of guns, 
O, say what may it be?" 
" 'Tis a Nerepis maiden chewing gum 
And cracking her teeth," said he. 
"O, captain, I hear a wailing cry, 
O, say what may it be?" 
" 'Tis a mermaid singing her bridal song 
In the eel-grass on our lea." 
"O, Bowser, I see a gleaming light, 
0_, say what may it be?" 
" 'Tis the old Soulanges on our bows. 
And dead men both are w6!:" 
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At daybreak on the Long Reach shore 
The inhabitants stood aghast 
At the sight of a seemingly defunct 
Lying close to a broken mast. 
The limbs were fixed, and fixed the eyes 
That met their startled sight. 
And fixed in the stern unyielding mouth 
Was the pipe he had tried to light. 
They watched and waited long in hope 
Some glimmer of life to see. 
When lo! the form riz up and roared: 
"Bring hither a match to me!" 
Ah, sires, 'twas piteous to see 
That ancient river man 
As in a rage he smote the match 
Upon his diaphragm. 
"Shake out the mizzen jib," he cried, 
"The whisker pole let free!'' 
Then jammed his helm hard to port 
And steered for the unknown sea. 
And this is the tale of the tieather Bell 
That plowed the wintry main, 
Which the skipper, his name was Bowser, 
And the crew, his name was Kane. 
A score of years have ebbed and flowed 
Abave her resting place, 
Yet still her flying form is seen 
Where the night-long breakers race. 
White is her deck with the evening frost. 
Her sails and her masts all white. 
And over her bow in the darkling gloom 
There glimmers her signal light. 
A Quarter Century of Yachting, 
1873-^898. 
The history of American yachting dates back just 
over half a century; the formal organization of the New 
York Y. C. on board the schooner Gimcrack on July 
30, 1844, being generally accepted as marking the definite 
crystallization of various individual ventures in yacht 
building and racing, and the establishment in America 
of yachting as a national sport. The even quarter cen- 
tury of the Forest and Stream's existence thus covers 
very nearly half the history of yachting in point of time, 
but very much more in point of development. 
The history of yachting up to 1873 covers two periods, 
one of marked progress, the other of actual retrogression. 
The birth of the sport, under the influences of the spirit 
and enterprise of the Stevens family and the genius of 
George Steers, was marked by the production of some 
