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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Jan. 6, igoo. 
In Florida. 
Mr. G. B. Treloar, of this city, sends us the following 
letter written by his brother, Mr. Paul Treloar, from 
Grove City, on Lemon Bay, Fla. It is interesting because 
of the report of fishing: 
I found myself interested immediately upon my arrival, 
and have been busy ever since hunting, fishing, sailing, 
spearing and surf bathing, and being so tired in the even- 
ing that I was ready to sleep long before 8 o'clock, and 
I could hardly keep awake until I got in bed. There seems 
to be something in the salt air which produces it ; at any 
rate, it is a welcome condition, as Mr. Wilson agrees with 
me that it is a sound and refreshing sleep, from which we 
awake thoroughly rested and ready for another day's 
sport. 
I went fishing day before yesterday over to the new 
pass which a recent storm has made, and which, by the 
way, is called Treloar Pass, in honor of one "Col." G. B. 
Treloar, a man of considerable fame in this part of the 
cotmtry, who now resides in New York City. This pass is 
narrower than Stump Pass, further north, but the water 
is deeper, and when the tide is running in or out it is like 
a mill race. Standing on the bank yon can see school 
after school of all kinds of fish passing through; but you 
don't need '"bait" to catch them. I laughed at this when 
Mr. Pope told me, but following his instructions I put a 
small piece of white rag pn a common hook and pulled 
the line rapidlj' across the channel, when snap ! it was 
taken immediately. I could hardly believe salt-water fish 
were so eas}'. He certainly was easy so far as taldng 
bait was concerned; but landing him was another thing. 
He gave me a good fight, and with small rod and reel it 
was lively for a while. I finally landed the fish, which 
proved to be a kingfish. You see, I am ignorant of the 
namcB of salt-water fish, and was undecided as to string- 
ing him, but concluded any fish that would put up as game 
fight shoiild be strvmg; and they were, to the extent 
of fifteen. I would cast across the pass and reel up quick- 
ly, and I don't remember missing a strike any time. I 
also brought in a 7-pound redfish, not so game in a 
fight, hwt rising after the rag with a snap that gave 
promise of better sport than it was landing him. 
I will not give you all the details of the morning's fish- 
ing, as you have been here and know all about it, but 
Treloar Pass is new to you, and it is certainly an interest- 
ing place to go to. It is only about ten minutes' row 
straight out from the hotel, and if you are lazy, a little 
sail rigged in the boat puts j^ou there in a few minutes. 
The tide will do it if you wait, and bring you back too. 
The water is clear as crystal; a pure white, hard sand 
bottom, and you can see fish of many varieties coming in 
and going out. Standing in the water about to my knees; 
my rubber boots on, casting over across the channel, 
schools of mackerel, then mullet, churn the water to a 
foam. Then two, three, four large dark forms ap- 
pear, and the other fish light out for the open. Then a 
rush, a puff and a splash, and a porpoise rises out of the 
water within 10 feet of me; and I begin to think about 
taking to the woods myself; only he just swallows about 
a 4-pound mullet, which he has tossed into the air, catch- 
ing it .as it comes down, and goes on his way rejoicing. 
I went about 10 o'clock; we arrived about 9 in the 
morning, and I noticed the fish jumping in the pass when 
I came in on the boat. I was back about 12 o'clock, and 
we had some of the fish for dinner, together with new 
green peas, fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, radishes and let- 
tuce. I found an oyster bed in the creek about a block 
above the hotel. I got my knife out and tried a few ; they 
were fine. I brought home a boat load, and was sur- 
prised to learn that what I considered a remarkable dis- 
covery was nothing, and that I could have found them 
in front of the hotel. We ate them just the same. They 
were larger than Blue Points, but something of the same 
flavor, only finer. There is quite a difference in oysters 
eaten fresh out of the wafer and those opened up after 
two or three days on ice, as you probably know. Well, this 
difference accounts for sixty to my credit raw on the half. 
You said there were no Little Neck clams, but I have 
found any quantity of them, together with. the large 
variety, quohogs. 
Well, I miist bring this to a close and reserve for my 
next letter a httle news as to snipe (large ones too), quail, 
wild duck, and I hope, deer. This being rather long al- 
ready, I will cut the hunting out and suffice it to say that 
we have lived on almost all^ the varieties of game, as you 
know, and your humble servant has usrially been irt at the 
killing. Pineapples are plentiful, and just ripening, as are 
also bananas and oranges. As. to climate, well, I haven't 
the necessary power of description to do it justice, and 
my .space is limited. I have been wet through twice ; my 
clothes dried on me, and not a sign of a cold as the result. 
I went in surf bathing to-day. and never put on my 
clothes for two hour,?, but wandered' afound on the beach 
picking up shells, starfish, etc, and never even shivered; 
although the sun did not burn me, it was warm. In fact 
everything you said as to cUmate checks up, only you did 
not say enough. So, with regards to yourself, Ida and 
the family, your brother, Paul. 
On Moosehead* 
MoosEfifiAD Lake, Sept. 24.— We loVe to cast the 
ethereal fly with a 5-ounce well-balanced fesllient rod. 
We were electrified when a royal 2-pound Salnto fontimlis 
seizes the deceptive lUfe and dashes off to the merry 
music of the reel ! But he who thinks that all of fishing is 
to fish loses much of the pleasure to be derived frorii a trip 
to the woods. How wonderfully beautiftil the landscape 
as the sun goes down this glorious September evening! 
The placid surface of the lake reflects the autumn foliage 
and the iridescent tints of the glowing heavens. On the 
horizon, forming a bold dark background, lie the Spencer 
Mountains, and_ beyond old Katahdin rises far into the 
slcy. standing like a grim sentinel overlooking all, its 
massive form silhouetted against the sky. Slowly the 
colors fade, the panorama ever changing, then with a 
parting beam the sun sinks and night Speedily drops her 
dark mantle over all. Darkness for a while, and then the 
silvery moon appears above the distant mountains. 
Majestically it rises, until presently its splendor is shim- 
mering upon the rippling water and the landscape lies 
half-concealed, half-revealed under its mysterious light. 
•How restful ! How peaceful ! How inspiring ! 
"The time was — and that at no very distant day — when 
he who for a moment deserted the treadmill of life for any 
purpose disconnected with money-getting braved the dis- 
approval of his friends, but that day has passed. Wis- 
dom is the child of experience." The busiest ijnen of our 
time are the most enthusiastic lovers of angling — a pas- 
time that is as innocent as it is health-giving. The bright 
sunshine, singmg birds and green fields are better pan- 
aceas for the ills of the body and mind than all the iron 
and quinine that can be taken into the system, and money 
invested in fishing tackle and gun will pay big dividends. 
"In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is 
calm and pleasant, it were an injury and insult against 
nature not to go out and see her riches and partake of her 
rejoicing with heaven and earth." We love the country 
at all seasons, but how charming September! Nature is 
in her pensive mood. A peaceful hush broods over the 
woods, broken only by the chatter of the squirrel, the 
cry of the loon and the gentle swish of the water on the 
shore of the lake. These are sounds that remain with us 
long after our vacation has ended and we are again turn- 
ing the wheel in the treadmill of business with a stronger 
hand, brighter eye and healthier body. 
It is nearly three weeks since we left our home at 
Worcester, but how swiftly and pleasantly the time is 
passing, fly-fishing on this grand old lake and the Ken- 
nebec River. Last Mondav we boarded a train for 
Jackmau, which carried us within half a mile of the well- 
known Attean camps, situated in Jackman, on Bircii 
Island, in Attean Pond, on the Moose River. A guide 
in waiting at the little flag station, which is situated on 
the shore of the lake, paddles us across to the camns. and 
we are assigned to a separate cabin comfortably fitted 
with spring beds, mattresses and sheets, comfortable 
chairs and an open grate.- The smooth, round logs form 
the interior, and as we rest quietly looldng out through 
the window across the lake, we feel that we could not be 
happier. Tea in the delightful cabin dining room, a 
separate building, with everything as neat and clean as in 
one's own home, and a menu that would compare favor- 
ably with any hotel, further delights us and we retire 
happy in the antcipation of the morrow's canoe trip. 
An early breakfast and we were off for a trip up the 
famous Moose River, which is the main inlet to Moose- 
head Lake, and which offers as fine trout fishing as any 
in Maine. The beauty of the lake becomes mors and 
more apparent as we make our way for some two miles 
reclining easily in the bow of the canoe, which shoots 
forward under the strong strokes of the guide. A short 
distance up the river we stop at Attean Rips to fish, and 
I have the good fortune to hook a 2-poundeT at the 
second cast. By that time the canoes have been carried 
across and Ave push on. It is a perfect day and the never' 
ending panorama which makes all river canoing so fas- 
cinating delights and refreshes the soul. Time speeds 
quickly till noon, with fishing here and there, a stop now 
and then to watch deer feeding on the river banks, then 
we lounge about and watch the frying trout and boiling 
coffee pot with keenest anticipation. My! how good that 
dinner is, and after it the fragrant cigars we have brought 
from civilization! Then on again, with good fishing at 
sunset at Spencer Rips, and then the night in camp, with 
only a bough lean-to over us and the bright fire blazing 
at our feet. The second night is spent in the comfortable 
branch camp at Holeb Falls, and on the return we bivouac 
m a deserted lumber camp. Surely, these are days nevsr 
to be forgotten, and we leave the territory with reluc- 
ance. 
The accompany illustrations we took on the trip. 
One shows the writer landing the 2-pounder referred to 
at the famous Attean Rips. The pictures will give some 
idea of the rare beauty of this stream, which winds in 
and out like a snake on its devious eighty-mile journe3' 
to Moosehead Lake. The camera adds much to the 
pleasure of any such trip and serves as a delightful re- 
minder during the long months that follow. As one looks 
over the prints the scenes are again lived in memory. 
Returning to Moosehead, we are invited to join a 
steamboat party, made up for a trip about the lake. It 
ij a beautiful day. and the journey from the outlet to the 
extreme end of the lake, neaily forty miles, is most de- 
lightful. Words, pen or brush cannot describe its mag- 
nificent grandeur. Mountain, island and cove are passed 
in rapid succession before our destination at the North- 
west Carry, the Seboomic House, is reached. Here the 
little steamer Comet is made fast to the pier and we go 
ashorp. While we are waiting for dinner a deer appears 
on the shore of the lake a short distance away, and waits 
long enough for us to take a good look, then raising the 
"white flag" makes off with mighty bounds, much to the 
delight of the ladies, who have never before seen thi.? 
timid animal in its native state. Dinner over, we are 
aboard the boat again, and the staunch little craft is cut- 
ting the water on its way toward Kineo, An hour's sail 
brings us under the shadow of this wonderful mountain, 
unequaled for its peculiar shape and formation. Like a 
mighty fortress, it looms 700 feet into the sky, stern and 
forbidding close by, calm and beautiful in the distance. 
We stopped to look over the famous Mt. Kineo House, 
where 3,000 guests have been entertained during the last 
six months, after a sail around to the Northeast Cove, 
where we go under the great mountain and look up as it 
towers threateningly over us, seemingly ready to fall at 
any moment. Now the steamer is headed back, and we 
are soon at the Outlet House again, satisfied^ with the 
day's trio, grateful to our entertainer and confident that 
^f oosehead Lake is the grandest sheet of water in Maine. 
We shall spend a few more days with the big trout 
which surge about in the swift water below the dam, and 
then we must reluctantly doff our corduroys and don 
business suits, stow away rods, reels and flies, board the 
train and hurrv back to the busines world which binds us 
to it for the greater portion of the year. But the noise of 
the streets cannot drown the sound of rippling waters, 
and the' dust-laden air cannot efface the recollection of 
the odor of pine and spruce and hemlock. Memory and 
anticipation will give hfe a new meaning until another 
year Geo. H. Burtis. 
AVoRCESTER, Mass. 
Probably a White Bass. 
Sing Sing, N. Y.— Editor Forest and Stream: A fish 
was caught in a fyke net here the other day in brackish 
water, which looked like a cross between a perch and 
striped bass. It weighed about pounds; its head was 
like a bass; it was striped, but the general contour was 
that of a perch, being deep from back to belly. We 
Avould like verv much to know the name of it. _ C. B. 
The description appears to belong to the white bass. 
The white bass is not native to the Hudson, but may 
have been introduced by the New York Commission of 
Fisheries, Game and Forest. The common Avhite perch 
sometimes has streaks on the scales whieb give the ap- 
pearance of longituditial stripes. 
