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the study of fishes and zoology in general as a means of 
recreation. These he found so engrossing that he was 
forced to abandon them or give up his practice, and he 
chose to stick to his later love and gave up medicine. 
This is how he came to look up the type specimens of 
the black basses when in Paris, for they were first 
described by the French ichthyologist Lacepede, and 
the original, or types, were taken aAvay by him. The 
Doctor was one of the Fish Commissioners of Ohio for 
several years, and made a study of fishculture, which he 
is now putting to practical use. 
I fan against the Doctor in Chicago at the World's 
Fair. "Come on," said he, "let's go down on the Mid- 
way, the 'streets of Cairo' open to-day and you'll enjoy a 
sniff of the camels." Soon his attention was attracted 
by hearing a familiar voice crying: "Come, ride-a my 
donk'; Yankee Doodle donk'; best-a donk' in Ki-i-ro!" 
He immediately recognized the same donkey boy he 
had employed many times in Cairo, Egypt. "Hello, Ab- 
dallah! Do you remember me?" he asked. 
After looking a few moments the boy's face lighted up 
with a broad grin, and he exclaimed: "Oh, yes. You 
been old Kiro; you Doc, Oh, yes, me ver' glad see 
you." 
The Doctor shook his hand heartily, for the poor 
fellow seemed delighted to meet some one from old 
Cairo; and calling to another donkey boy, shouted: 
"Hey! Ibrahim! Come; run; here Doc, been Kiro!" 
Ibrahim came quickly, whom the Doctor recognized 
as a boy who was employed at the hotel in Cairo, and 
said: "Oh, yes, Abe. from Shepherd's Hotel; I know 
you well." 
"Yes, dat right, Sheppad's Hotel," he replied. "But 
all same donk' boy now: good donk' boy." 
They were both pleased to see some one who had 
been to "Old Cairo," and offered their donkeys to the 
Doctor for a free ride, but he assured them he never 
rode donkeys in America. He asked: "Well, how do 
you like the United States?" 
"Oh, him big country; good beer; good whisk' too!" 
"Come on," said the Doctor, "these boys have pro- 
gressed rapidly in this country ; by the- time they leave 
Chicago they will be mentally equipped to open jack- 
pots on the pyramids." 
"Jack-pots," said 1, "I've heard the name somewhere, 
what are they. Doctor, anything like eel pots, set for pike 
or jack?" 
Hie Doctor was absorbed in a rollicking Irish jig 
which a piper was playing in front of the Irish Vil- 
lage, and answered, abstractedly: "No, they're set for 
suckers, one fellow opens them and another fellow gets 
the net results." 
Dr. Schliemann and Fred Douglass. 
After the waiter had taken our order, an amused ex- 
pression came over the Doctor's face as he beat triple 
bob- majors on the table ith his fingers' ends, and it 
continued so long that I said: "That may be a very 
funny story you are telling yourself, but I can't see the 
point." 
My dear boy, those donkey boys have brought up 
reminiscences, and, pardon me, I forgot myself for the 
moment. The particular thing of which I was thinking 
is not too awfully funny, but just a little so. You see. 
when I was in Egypt I became acquainted with Dr. 
Schliemann, the great investigator of Greek antiquities, 
who had been spending the winter up the Nile. We went 
to Athens on the same steamer, and among other pas- 
sengers were Mr. Fred Douglass and his wife. Mr. 
Douglass was placed at the head of the table by the 
Egyptian steward, who no doubt thought him, from 
his venerable and commanding appearance, to be some 
great African dignitary. During the dinner on the first 
day out, Mr. Douglass, turning to Dr. Schliemann, who 
was seated at his right, asked: 'Do you intend to make 
much of a stay in Greece?' 
" 'Yes, I guess so,' replied Dr. S., who looked like 
an ordinary German business man. 
" 'Well, you'll find it a very interesting country,' re- 
turned he. T have never been there, though I have 
always been much interested in Greece. Of course, all 
countries are more or less alike in their physical features; 
they all have their air and sky, their hills and plains, their 
mountains and valleys,' lakes and rivers; but it is not so 
'much that as the history of the people who live or have 
lived in a country that interests us.' 
" 'Yes, I guess so,' replied Dr. Schliemann. 
" 'Now, from my earliest reading I have been parti- 
cularly interested in the history of the ancient Greeks.' 
" 'Yes, I guess so,' assented Schliemann. 
" 'Now I find I have forgotten a great deal of my Greek 
history, but lately I came across a little book that has 
proved invaluable to me, not so much for the informa- 
tion it contains as that it recalls so much that I had 
forgotten concerning Greece and the Greeks.' 
" 'Yes, I guess so,' said Dr. S., poking me with his 
elbow. 
" 'Now, if you, sir, intend to make much of a stay in 
Greece, I would advise you to obtain a copy of this book, 
it is Murray's Guide to Greece.' 
"About this time Schliemann was taken with a fit of 
coughing so violent that Douglass looked alarmed, but 
when it finally subsided S. said: 'Yes, I guess so.' 
"It was excruciatingly funny, and when Dr. Schlie- 
mann and I afterward met the author of the book so 
earnestly recommended, Prof. Murray, on the way to 
Mount Parnassus, the staid Scotchman laughed immo- 
derately at the recital of the incident; and said it was the 
best joke he ever heard, which is saying a good deal for 
fa Scotchman." 
The Man, 
Dr. Henshall is of English descent, two of his fore- 
fathers being Rev. Samuel Henshall and Rev. John 
Wilkinson, joint authors of the "Domesday Book." He 
■was born in Baltimore in 1842, and inherited a taste for 
terrapin, canvasback duck, rare, and oysters au naturel. 
Those of us to whom rare wild duck is, like caviare, olives 
and some decayed cheeses, an acquired taste, will appre- 
ciate the advantage of being born near the wild celery 
beds of Chesapeake Bay, where the canvasback reaches 
that perfection which it attains nowhere else. A man 
so favored is an epicure by birth, 
As a boy he went to Cincinnati and studied medicine, 
and after graduation married and moved to Kentucky to 
practice, about the time the Civil War came on, where 
he broke down from overwork on both "Blue and 
Gray," and then removed to New York, and later to 
Wisconsin, where, under the nam de plume of "Oconomo- 
woc," he began to write for Forest and Stream of the 
charms of black bass fishing, and devised a rod which 
is still on the market as the "Oconomowoc," the name 
of a little village of which he was president. 
In January, 1887, he wrote me from Havana, saying 
that Judge Longworth, of Cincinnati, and he were on 
their way to Spain for a cruise in the Mediterranean 
during the winter, returning in spring for salmon fishing 
in Scotland. He promised to write me an account of 
the trip, and as only some eleven years have gone by 
since his promise, I am watching the mails for the let- 
ter, which may come, if it was ever mailed. 
The Doctor removed to Tampa, Florida, about 1894 on 
account of the health of Mrs. Henshall, and in Septem- 
ber of 1896 he wrote that her health had been "much 
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benefited by her sojourn in this generous climate." To- 
day I read that our troops are to be removed from Tampa 
for sanitary reasons. 
The Doctor as a Smuggler. 
While we were smoking on my piazza the Doctor 
said: "Those Florida Crackers are a queer lot; a few 
years ago I had charge of a scientific exploration in 
Florida, with the schooner Grampus, and did the work 
along shore in a mackerel seine boat rigged with two 
masts and sails. One night, when anchored off the fish- 
ing ranch of Mr. Mcllvane, on Sarasota Bay, a fierce 
southwest gale sprung up, causing a very heavy sea 
which would have swamped the boat in a short time. As 
there was no lee or harbor on that side, it became neces- 
sary to cross to the opposite shore of the bay. Getting 
under way at daylight, with but a small bight of the 
foresail, the boat fairly flew with the gale astern, the 
sea curling over both gunwales. In forty-five minutes 
we reached Long Boat Inlet, eight miles away, where 
it was as smooth as a mill pond under the mangroves. 
While mooring the boat, two old gray-bearded fishermen 
approached, one carrying a bottle. 
"'Good mornin', Cap.!' said he. 
" 'How are you, men?' we replied. 
" 'Well, me and my partner 'ave bin gittin' up before 
daylight all week to ketch the tide, and I'm most dead 
with rheumatics; I want to git a little rum.' 
" 'You have come to a poor shop for rum,' I answered. 
" 'Oh, I only want a quart,' he persisted. 
" T have no rum; I would not object to a drop my- 
self just now, as we are soaking w T et and pretty cold,' 
" 'Oh, it's all right, Cap.; just let me have a quart.' 
" 'See here, men,' said I, 'this is a Government ves- - 
sel; don't you see the flag that man is just hoisting? And 
positively, I haven't a drop of spirits aboard, or you 
should have it. and welcome.' 
"The old fellow's face was a study, and ludicrous to 
behold, with disappointment and disgust contending for 
the mastery, as he said: 'If you 'aven't got smuggled 
rum aboard, and the rev'nue of'cers ain't after you," what 
in Sam Hill did you cross the bay fur in this gale?' 
A Lost Bass. 
The Doctor's stay on_ Long Island was short. I took 
down my old-time banjo and pulled every cork in the 
house., but he resisted all temptation. Yes, he would 
fish in the mill pond toward evening for the big-mouth 
black bass, and then there was a gathering of rods, reels, 
fly-books and a sending of men for the salt-water fiddler 
crabs, because we were not honored every day by such 
a black bass angler. 
My man brought frogs as well as fiddler crabs, and 
we ventured our lives in a scow on the mill pond. We 
tried flies and all sorts of lures, but the bass declined 
them all, but we persevered until sundown. 
Just as we decided to give it up the Doctor had a 
rousing strike, and by the way the reel sang before 
the rush could be checked we knew that he was fast 
to a good one. When <the rush was stopped, the rod 
bent and quivered for a moment, and then the quivering 
ceased; the line was around the stem of a water lily some 
distance away. The Doctor kept a strain on the rod as 
we neared the spot, and when I pulled up the lily stem 
the bass was gone. 
As we left the pond and walked toward the house, the 
Doctor broke the silence by asking: "Quo hades vadis 
piscis?" 
I truthfully replied: "Durned if I know." 
Fred Mather. 
The Brown Trout in Tasmania. 
Zeehan, West Coast, Tasmania. — Editor Forest and 
Stream: I have not done much in the way of sport since 
I left home some eighteen months ago for the mining 
fields on the West Coast of Tasmania. The West Coast, 
or, more correctly speaking, the western half of the 
island, is nothing but a wild, rugged, mountainous 
region, the mountains reaching an altitude of 5,000ft. 
The great hills and deep valleys are clothed with dense 
beech and pine and eucalyptus forests and scrubs, and 
are full of small lakes, with one or two of considerable 
size. This county also has a large water system in its 
rivers and numerous creeks, which empty into the 
southern Pacific Ocean on the coast, whose shores the 
mighty rollers of the Southern Ocean never cease to 
surge and roar. The moisture-laden w T inds that come 
off the ocean cause a heavy precipitation of rain, 
amounting to iooin. annually. 
This region possessing such a wet climate, and there 
being no pasture lands which can support any ordinary 
animal, but only wombats, a few brush kangaroos and 
other insignificant marsupials which nature has made 
fit to find an existence in such a cheerless country, there 
is no wonder that it supports a scanty fauna and avi- 
fauna,' and is not worth the soortsman's time and 
trouble pursuing game. 
Being a lover of the gentle art, I had the good fortune 
to have some of best sport any man could wish to have 
during my holiday; and after not having a rod in my 
hand for nearly three years, I took it up again with 
increased enthusiasm. 
The brown trout has been acclimatized in Tasmania. 
The rivers are for the most part fairly rapid, clear 
streams, alternating with still, deep pools, and the rivers 
and streams in the west country are of a coffee color 
from the peaty soil in which they take their rise and 
flow through. The river in which I caught my fish is 
somewhat different, being a small insignificant stream, 
and for the most part sluggish, opening out into long 
and deep reed-fringed pools, which are inhabited by 
hundreds of magnificent brown and what I think to be 
a hybrid species — neither a brown trout nor a salmon 
trout, but at all events a finer fish than the brown trout, 
better shaped, gamier and better eating. 
Until this season I had never killed anything like the 
quantity of fish, especially in the large, still waters, on 
account, I think, of the scarcity of food in winged in- 
sects, but we have experienced an unprecedentedly 
dry summer, which has brought with it among other un- 
welcome things, such as bush fires, etc., a small plague 
of grasshoppers. It is to the presence of these insects 
I owe my good . sport, as the trout feed ex- 
clusively on them as they fly into the water. Upon 
examining every fish I killed I found their stomachs 
full of grasshoppers. The flies I chiefly used were the 
red-spinner, Alexandria, March-brown, Cocky-Bondhu, 
and to these I attached the hopper. 
The best time for fishing I found was from 7 A. M. 
till 1 P. M., because a cold sea breeze would set in about 
midday and "hot a fish would rise after that. I suppose 
that the sudden change in the temperature or the at- 
mospheric conditions stopped the fish from rising. I 
found that the best days for fishing were when a stiff 
westerly breeze was blowing (the river flowing from 
east to west); they would rise well, as on account of 
a strong ripple on the water they could not so easily 
see you. 
Altogether I caught isolbs. weight of fish, and my 
brother also caught about the same; so that is 30olbs. 
weight of fish between us, so that it was a good season's 
angling. V. Legge. 
Chicago Fly-Casting: Club. 
Chicago, Aug. 6. — Editor Forest and Stream: The 
score of our seventh contest, held this afternoon, is as 
follows : 
J. D. Belasco.... .. .. 82 3-5 
I. H. Bellows 113 95 1-3 96 95 2-5 
B. W. Goodsell 109 92 2-3 95 5-6 91 1-5 
H. Greenwood . . . . 96 
H. G. Hascal 105 89 1-3 91 1-2 96 1-5 
N. C. Heston 90 2-3 93 5-6 87 1 5 
E. R. Letterman 80 2-3 77 5-6 91 3-5 
C. A. Lippincott 97 1-3 93 5-6 88 3-5 
C. G. Ludlow 100 92 1-3 94 1-6 86 1-3 
G. A. Murrell 91 1-3 90 1-2 93 1-5 
F. N. Peet 114 94 2-3 94 2-3 97 3-5 
Holders of Medals: Long distance fly, F, N. Peet; 
distance and accuracy, C. A. Lippincott; accuracy and 
delicacy, I. H. Bellows; bait casting, F. N. Peet. 
Young" America. 
Typical young America to-day is a fisherman, equip- 
ped as no boy before him has been fitted otit for fishing. 
This particular individual of the type is Master Max 
Martin, son of Mr. H. W. Martin, of automatic reel in- 
ventive genius; and the fish represents l81bs. of Maine 
trout. 
