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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[June 22, igoi. 
The Use^ of Dogfs for Wottnded Deer* 
Oakmont, Pa. — Editor Forest and Stream: I don't 
care the snap of my finger for all the deer in the United 
States, and would not contribute a nickel to save the 
whole race from extinction, as they have been pests in 
all my fox hunting from their infesting woods we hunted, 
and carrying our hounds far away. So I am not pre- 
judiced in their favor, but still, as a measure of protection. 
I would ask why you ardent protectionists do not favor 
amendments of the game laws permitting the use of some 
small trailing breed of dogs to trail wounded deer? Is 
it not probable that a large proportion of the deer wounded 
by "sportsmen" escape and die undiscovered? We all 
know what an amount of shooting a deer will take and 
be able to run, and if some small dog, such as a spaniel, 
was usetl to trail a wounded deer, the shooter would get 
his deer and be satisfied; as it is, he only kills it (a linger- 
ing death) and forthwith goes and shoots another which 
he may or may not get, using two deer where one would 
do him. I only speak of the experiences and observations 
I had and made in our western Pennsylvania mountains 
many years since, and I am sure that when we did per- 
mit our hounds to run a deer, if that deer was shot, we 
very, very rarely lost it, for Old Bulger, or Pete, or some 
other hound, could always be relied on to lead to the 
dead deer, after coming in on the finish of a chase. I 
certainly cannot remember an instance where we did not 
get the deer, if shot. 
Against this is the fact that liounds run any quantity of 
deer when nobody is ready to shoot them, and what the 
finality of the chase is is often iinknown; but if spaniels, 
for instance, particularly the "good ones," the "typicals," 
&ic'., of dog shows — dogs with four cigar stumps under 
them for legs — were used, only deer so seriously wounded 
as to die of the wound would be killed. Anyhow, while 
it don't matter to me, I wonder what kind of .sport it is 
to shoot an animal with the result that it dies unknown 
and rots in the woods. Hurrah for humbug ! 
W. Wade. 
The End of the Everglades* 
There was a time when our schools taught the existence 
of a Great American Desert, and political economies were 
troubled to remedy a permanent separation between the 
eastern and western halves of our territory. That desert 
is now the Egypt of the modern world, and must con- 
tinue to supply the nations with bread till the "wastes of 
Siberia" take up a share of the burden. What has accom- 
plished these wonders? In both cases the railroad, that 
greatest factor in the civilization of our times. Supple- 
ment the road with the canal and even the parched and 
arid portions of the earth's surface will blossom like the 
rose. 
Another wide district, considered a waste to all good 
purpose, was the swamp area, but a canal has been cut into 
the Dismal _ Swamp, and another into the Okeefinokee. 
There remains but the Florida Everglades, long unknown 
merely because of the terrors surrounding it to the im- 
agination, though it was never deadly or dangerous to the 
Indian or the hunter. Now the Everglades will soon 
become one of the richest portions of a rapidly develop- 
ing State that allows nothing to stand idle — a company 
has been chartered which will probably drain it by cutting 
a ship canal, and another incorporated to cross it with a 
railroad and telegraph line from the Gulf to the Atlantic. 
Therefore the visitor of a few y&^irs hence will find a new 
scenic route opened for his exploitation — leaving Jack- 
sonville, he can sweep across the State in a grand circle 
and return at his leisure to wonder how and why it was 
supposed the southern end of our State was once con- 
sidered uninhabitable, as well as uninhabited. We have 
already prophesied the Existence of the greatest sugar 
plantation the world knows along a line of road from 
Miami to Tampa — it may be that some now living will see 
it. — Florida Times-Union and Citizen. 
Sport in the Sottdan. ' ' 
London, England, June 4. — Editor Forest and Stream: 
Big-game trophies of exceptional interest have recently 
been obtained in the Soudan. It is something like twenty 
years since sportsmen were able to shoot in this coun- 
try. Among others who have enjoyed good sport this 
season, are Lord St. Oswald. Mr. W. D. James, Count 
Potocki and the Counts Hoyos. Prince Liechtenstein, Mr. 
E. N, Buxton, Mr. C. Adeane and Mr. S. H. Whitbred. 
The trophies obtained. noAV being mounted by Mr. Row- 
land Ward, of Piccadilly, include elephant, lion, leopard, 
hyaena, buffalo, roan antelope, Mrs. Gray's water buck 
defassa, white-eared kob, hartelteest, reed buck and 
gazelle. For the Natural History Museum at South Ken- 
sington, many of the nrmy officers have obtained im- 
portant specimens, notably a fine example of Mrs. Gray's 
water buck, presented by Capt. H. N. Dunn. W- 
Gray Wolf Bottnties* 
MonGANTOWN, W. Va. — Editor Forest and Stream: It 
would seem that Sheridan county, Wyo., is the banner 
county for gray wolves. During the week ending April 
1,3 the State paid out $503 for wolf bounties. The two 
highest individual payments were to R. E. Poole, $105, and 
to J. P. Barton, $99, both of Sheridan county, the former 
having killed thirty-five and the latter thirty-three, at $3 
bounty. We hear from Ira Barcus, who recently returned 
to Saratoga after a trip to the northern part of Idaho, 
which he reports as being a veritable hunters' paradise. 
He brought with him the foot of a caribou and the 
horns of a white goat, both of which are abundant in the 
mountains of that region. Emerson Carney. 
Indiana Jacfcsnipe License. 
We have had all kinds of talk on one phase or other of 
the question whether or not a shooting license is neces- 
sary for hunting jacksnipe in the State of Indiana. The 
matter may now be finally considered as settled by refer- 
ence to the following letter from Mr. Z. T. Sweeney, Com- 
missioner of Fisheries and Game, under date of June 7: 
"It is made very clear by the statutes that it is necessary 
lo have a license to shoot either jacksnipe or plover by an 
act of M^rch 5, iSpit, which 4?fiR?S game birds, both 
plover and snipe, and also the sandpipers, tattlers and 
curlews, defined under same head. By comparing the 
above with Section 10, you will see that these birds become 
game and are protected from the first day of October till 
Nov. 10. By also comparing Section 13, you will find 
that you cannot kill such birds without a license." 
E, Hough. 
Another St^ffolk County Eagfle Killer. 
Some weeks ago we announced the arrest and trial of an 
eagle shooter on Long Island. On June 15 Game Pro- 
tecor J. E. Overton got another. This was one Pelton, of 
the town of Huntington — a schoolmaster if you please — 
who was charged before the local justice in violating Sec- 
tion 33 of the Game Law. The defendant pleaded ignorance 
of the law, and Seemed to think that tiiis should be an 
excuse. . A small fine — only $10— was imposed. This is 
the second case tried in Suffolk county for eagle killing, 
and it is quite time the offenders knew the law and paid 
heavier penalties. It is hoped that hereafter these will be 
imposed. 
m mid ^iv^t ^iBliing. 
ANGLING NOTES. 
"Memories of the Monlhs.** 
This is the title of an English book I have recently 
received from the author, Sir Herbert Maxwell. Bart., 
whose universal . knowledge and information upon the 
subjects of natural history, angling, fisheries, fishculture 
and kindred matters entitle him to be ranked as an en- 
cyclopedic writer upon field sports; one who writes so 
convincingly as to leave little room for argument, and 
with such easy familiarity with his subjects as to carry 
conviction with his conclusions. The contents of this 
particular volume are diversified, indeed, under more than 
three score of captions, from Mercy in Field Sports, Trap 
Reform, Protective Coloration in Birds, Fish and Game 
Reservation in America, FIy-Fi,shing, to Autumn Flowers, 
TI e Age' of an Eagle, and Mistletoe upon the Oak, but it 
is Spring Salmon which has specially attracted my atten- 
ti n this evening. I fear that I am something of a heretic 
it my behef concerning the attributes of killing salmon 
fi £S, and not being a grizzled veteran, I have sometimes 
V. i.shed that I could know the precise shade of color of 
topping, cheeks, tag or hackle that would raise a salmon 
that I was unsuccessfully casting for with an ordinary 
Jock-Scott that I would think contains colors enough 
for any well regulated salmon if he was inclined to rise at 
airj'thing. 
When Mr. George Kelson once wrote rafe that a certain 
salmon fly would be improved, as I now remember it, by 
changing the color of a single strand of a feather in 
wings, then in hue not unlike the coat of biblical Joseph, I 
gave up in despair, for I knew that the niceties of colora- 
tion in salmon flies were beyond my comprehension, and I 
would have to plug along as best I could and kill such 
color-blind fish as came my way and w'ere satisfied to in- 
vestigate something with movement in the water over 
their heads. Under Spring Salmon Sir Herbert writes: 
"We don't waste much time at this season in discussing 
the merits of different flies. A Highlander's imagination 
runs riot in change ; a Lowlander is obstinate in prefer- 
ence for some particular pattern, and turns sulky if you 
hesitate to conform exactly to what he prescribes ; but a 
Norseman is sensible — all he stipulates for is size; pro- 
vided the lure be big enough to stir fish lying in a snow- 
fed stream, he sets no store by nice shades of color or 
variety of material." 
It will be observed that the author does not say that the 
Norseman is more sensible than the Highlander or Low- 
lander, simply that he is sensible. I have another book 
written by Sir Herbert, "Salmon and Sea Ttrout," and so 
far as I have had the time to read it, found it most in- 
teresting and instructive — a book that I have put down 
every time with regret that I could not read it from 
cover to cover. In this volume, under "Salmon Flies," he 
says of a day's fishing when he killed five fish on a 
Butcher, though urged by his boatman to use a Wilkin- 
son, as being the proper fly for the water: "The only 
lesson that I could deduce from this day's experience was 
that it didn't matter a hayseed whether one fished with a 
Butcher or a Wilkinson, or any other fly in the whole 
repertory, provided it was of a suitable size, not too small 
to escape observation, and not too large to arouse sus- 
picion." 
One experience of my OAvn stands out prominently, for 
it marks the time that T made more changes of flies, .size 
and pattern, to get a fish than ever before or since. The 
fisli rose to a Jock-Scott, so torn and mutilated tliat I was 
a little ashamed to offer it, for it was really disr putable 
with half the junglecock gone, ditto tinsel and a piece 
hanging loose below the body ; wings, body, hackle and 
horns simply mangled. I rested and changed llies, and 
changed flies and rested in the most orthodox manner, and 
returned to the remnant of a Jock-Scott that provoked 
the original rise and hooked the fish. 
There is one illustration in "Memories of the Months" 
about which I would like to know more than the picture 
tells me. The legend under it is Bargrennan Linn, and a 
salmon is shown in the act of leaping what is apparently 
a sheer fall of water. Just above the position of the 
fish there seems to be a shelf, but of this I am not sure, 
but to that point the distance from the surface of the 
water below is six times the length of the fish; to the 
crest of the fall the distance is about seven times the 
length of the fish. I have dipped into the book here and 
there to find if the height of the fall is given and some- 
thing about the character of it, but so far I find no refer- 
ence to it. I have been greatly interested in the leaping 
of salmon in passing up ov.er natural and artificial falls, 
and while the photographs made by Dr. Morris (repro- 
duced in Forest and Stream) have demonstrated that 
salmon can do wonderful leaping when it is necessary 
to reach spawning grounds, fresh light upon this sub- 
ject is always welcome. 
Bfowo Tfool on Deep TfoH. 
Twelve years ago Mr- Marston sent roe laooo egg^ of 
Hampshire brown trout, and after the eggs were hatched 
I planted some of them in this State. I say some of 
them, for I divided the eggs with Mr. Peter Cooper 
Hewitt, who hatched his portion on the Hewitt estate at 
Ringwood, N. J. There is a small spring-fed pond nine 
miles from my home, a private pond, the waters of which 
empty into Lake George. In this pond I planted a few 
of the fry from the Marston eggs, and said nothing about 
it. The owner of the pond had given his consent to the 
planting, and there was no boat on the pond, and he 
said there would be no fishing in it as long as I desired 
to use it. My idea was that the fish would get a start un- 
-molested in the pond, and they or their descendants would 
eventually work down into the lake. I have never fished 
in the pond, and have visited it but once, soon after the 
plant was made and before the fish could have been large 
enough to catch had they established themselves in the 
water. Yesterday I met a man who asked me if I had 
ever stocked Black's Pond with brown trout, and I said 
yes, though I had not even thought about it in years, and 
had to look up the date of the plant. He said that he got 
permission to fish in the pond, and caught one brown 
trout with bait that weighed 3 pounds, and lost a larger 
fish. The water was very clear and deep, and as he could 
get nothing near the surface, he arranged a line with a 
heavy lead, such as is used in trolling at the bottom in 
100 to 150 feet of water for lake trout, and trolled at the 
bottom of the" pond and caught another brown trout of 
7 pounds. This is the first that I have ever heard of 
catching brow-n trout by deep trolling. It is scarcely as 
artistic as dry-fly-fishing in the original home of these fish, 
but deep trolling is a meat getting method of fishing when 
lake trout are at the bottom, though I never expected to 
hear of its being practiced on a fish that will take the fly. 
Fishisg Rods as Lightning Conductors. 
For years I have maintained that our English cousins 
are more thorough in looking after the adjuncts of angling 
than we are on this side of the sea. A look at the pages 
of an English tackle maker's catalogue will prove it to any 
doubter, for there will be found tools that the average 
angler on this side never thinks of as necessary on a 
fishing trip. There is reason for this, because they have 
beeen in the business longer than we have; but the English 
papers often contain discussions over angling matters that 
to a Yankee seem trifling. For instance, did it ever occur 
to an angler over here that he was in danger from being 
killed by a lighting stroke through the medium of his 
fishing rod if it happened to be of steel or have a steel 
center? This question has lately disturbed some of our 
English brethren, and the question has been asked if it 
were not dangerous to use a steel or steel-centered rod. 
and one editor replied, but his answer was not deemed 
satisfactory to a correspondent, who writes (really I had' 
to read it twice to determine whether or not it was a 
joke) : "Many besides Brutum Fuhncr have a.sked the 
same question. The editor's reply is not an answer to the 
proposition. The answer should be : (a) For whole steel 
rods there is exceptional danger, the case being equivalent 
to grasping a lighting rod at its termination ; (b) in wood 
or cork handled rods where the touch does not in any way 
come in contact with the steel, there is not only little or 
no risk, but there is protection, the wood or cork (espe- 
cially the latter) forming an insulator between the elec- 
tricity of the per.son's body and that of the discharge from 
the storm cloud." 
This to me is as funny as a reply an acquaintance of 
mine once made. He was an expert fly-fisher, using al- 
ways a very light fly-rod, and he had no earthly use for' 
bait-fishing. A friend showed him a new rod much 
heavier than the doctor was accustomed to, and asked him 
what he thought of it. The doctor balanced the heavy- 
rod in his hand for a moment, and said quietly, "Yes; it 
is a good rod, and it will be very convenient if yott 
shoifld get lost, for you can stick the butt in the ground 
and climb the rod to get your bearings." 
A. N. Chenev. 
Fishing on Lake Quassapaug. 
Lake Quassapaug is the haudsomest bit of natural 
water on the earth. Not that I pretend lo have seen all 
the lakes in the world, but I do not sec what natural 
beauty could be added that Quassapaug— Lake of the In- 
dians — lacks. It lies in a basin on the top of (Ik- Middle- 
bury hills. To the northward rocky cliffs, half hidden by 
a heavy growth of laurel, rise from the water's edge. 
Westward is a timbered slope; southward a level plateau, 
while sloping in graceful undulations lo the eastward is a 
vast lawn, luxuriously verdured. Its waters arc pelucid, 
No surface streams enter the lake. It is fed by several 
nnghty springs in the clear, sandy depths, the force of 
whose flow produces a perpetual ripple on the surface. 
At the outlet, at the southern extremity, a roaring, foam- 
ing stream plunges down the rocky declivities, furnishing 
in the days gone by power for a multitude of mills and 
manufactories. Such is the descent that the water boiling 
from the buckets of an overshot wheel plunged directly 
into the penstock of a second wheel. F'or eight miles the 
stream works its way past mills, frets through rocky 
gorges, murmurs by pastoral scenes, until it loses its 
identity in the broad Housatonic at Quaker Farms. Six 
miles from Waterbury, the "City of Brass," Lake Quassa- 
paug is the favorite resort of amateur Izaak Waltons and 
all sorts of pleasure seekers. George Wallace exercises 
the functions of a model boniface, ruling the destinies of 
the Quassapaug House, and is the personal friend of 
every summer girl and picnicking party in Connecticut. 
He controls the southward plateau. The eastward lawns 
are looked after and their primitive beauty maintained by 
John H. Whittemore, the malleable iron king, whose sum- 
mer home and grounds on the crest of the slope rival the 
Hudson country seats and, are the pride of the town. 
One feature of the lake is likely to be destroyed by a 
projected line of electric cars from Waterbury. Its 
sequestration has been a taking feature in the estimation 
of those who enjoy absolute rest and quietude. It is feared 
the trolley will introduce an objectionable element, but 
the wheels of progress cannot be stayed for such con- 
siderations. 
Many years ago. before Quassapaug came mto the 
prominence which it now enjoys, the citizens of Middle 
bury, with ^ view to appease their longing? for a fish 
di^tV stocked ^^t^^s of the \^^c (pond, they called it) 
