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FOREST AND STREAM 
[Aug. 10, 1901. 
Illinois Qaail Pfotcction. 
I SEE articles about the quail in the State of Illinois. I 
send you a dipping from the Genesee News that shows 
how they understand the law : 
"Farmers will be glad to hear that there is no open 
season at all now for quail. They are under the State 
protection, the same as song birds. There has been an 
open season of a month or two for a good many years. 
They are now off the list as game birds, and are "listed 
with song birds, and may not be shot or trapped at any 
season of the year. The penalty for killing them is the 
same as that for killing song birds, which is $5 for 
each and every bird, half of which fine, we believe, goes to 
the informant, and half to the school fund of the town- 
ship in which the birds are killed. Deputy Warden Har- 
baugh says that he is determined that the law sliall be 
strictly enforced." Mrs. Emm.^ Jaques. 
The New York G)Id Storage Case* 
In the noted cold storage case, the Arctic Freezing Co. 
have been served with a complaint and summons, demand- 
ing penalties of over one million dollars. An effort has 
been made to have the real owners" names of the stuff 
revealed, and sue them instead of the Freezing Co., but 
this having failed by amicable means, the fight will go on 
against the Freezing Co., during which the storers' names 
will come to the surface through legal inquisition. The 
storers have employed Guggenheimer, Untermyer & Mar- 
shall to defend their interests. There is no question that 
the publicity given and the importance of this case will 
inure to the benefit of game law restrictions all over 
the country. It is said that it will be carried to the U, S. 
Supreme Court. 
On Dakota Prairies* 
Galesburg, N. D., July 29.— -The feast of the green corn 
is at hand up here, and nature's bounty is very lavish this 
year. Vegetation is luxuriant and wears its richest greens. 
The outlook across the prairie is extremely lovely just 
now. The weather is about perfect. The sloughs are 
full of water and there are ducks in all of them. Going 
to be a good many chickens, too. Hope to look at a few 
over my old Remington myself, and a little later on a 
platter also. If you want to see Dakota at her prettiest, 
now is your chance. J. p. w. 
**The Real and Origfinal Game Hog** 
Under the title of "The Real and Original Game Hog 
Drawn by Himself," the Marlin Fire Arms Co. have 
reprinted from the Forest and Stream the Didymus cor- 
respondence relative to G. O. Shields, or Coquina. This, 
It will be recalled, was in the main an exposition of the 
doings of Mr. Shields, as related by himself, in Florida. 
The Didymus letters attracted much attention at the 
time and, as now distributed by the Alessrs. Marlin, will 
doubtless interest a new circle of readers. 
Maryland Bay Birds. 
Stockton, Md., Aug. i.— There are a good many birds 
moving, mostly yellowlegs. Some of my patrons have 
been down and got all the shooting they wanted. Last 
3'^ear I did not have anything like room for all who an- 
swered my advertisement in Forest and Stream, but I 
have now. O. D. Foulks. 
mid §tt^r ^isfiing. 
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Proprietors of fishinjr resorts will find it profitable to advertiM 
them m Foksst ahd Stuah. 
Bass in the Gatineau Country, 
A region that is destined within the next few years to 
become one of the most fam.ous in the world for black 
bass lies to the north of Ottawa, Canada. The Gatineau 
country, as it is called, is as yet unknown to the majority 
of American anglers, probably because of the fact that 
It has not been exploited, as have been the more familiar 
resorts, both on this side of the line and in Canada. The 
Gatineau country is within easy reach of New York, 
via Ottawa, and the Ottawa, Northern & Western Rail- 
way, but after reaching the terminus of the latter, at 
Gracefield, some sixty miles to the north of Ottawa, the 
visitor, if he desires .to jish the ahnost unknown lakes 
to the north, must rough it, so far as transportation goes; 
although, as a matter of fact, he can live very comforta- 
bly at the homes of settlers scattered here and there, or 
camp, according to his desire. But no matter which 
course he pursues, he is certain to find some of the most 
magnificent bass fishing in Canada. 
I made the trip last summer in company with Chas. 
Genslinger, proprietor of the Hotel Cecil, Ottawa, and 
while I am an expert angler, as the term goes, my expe- 
rience may prove of interest to those who have been 
looking for a region where fish exist in reality, and not 
altogether in the hotel and railway books. Leaving Ot- 
tawa one morning, a pleasant trip over the Ottawa, 
Northern & Western, brought the party, about noon, to 
Gracefield, the terminus at present, although the system 
is to be extended north in the near future. At Grace- 
field a local hotel keeper furnished what is known as an 
"express," but which is only an ordinary spring wagon, 
and at about 3 P. M. brought our party to the lower end 
of Blue Sea Lake, ten miles, more or less, distant from 
Gracefield. Blue Sea Lake some day will be a famous 
resort. It is an exquisite sheet of water, eight or nine 
miles long, dimpled with islands, and perfect in its pres- 
ent solitude. There are half a dozen settlers scattered 
the length of the lake, who, while they are not in the 
boarding house business, will accommodate fishermen 
with such as can be offered. But Blue Sea Lake was not 
the destination of our party. By previous arrangement 
our guide, who lived at the upper end of the lake, met the 
"express" and conveyed us to his home by boat. The 
„,.,„iU„„ ..roc fnr fishinc or anything else that after- 
noon, but a dozen fine bass were taken on the trip up, 
trolling. As many more might have been secured, but 
the guide had been instructed to make speed and no par- 
ticular attention was paid to the matter of fishing. Blue 
Sea Lake offers many beautiful spots for camping; and, 
m fact, it is to be the center some day of quite a summer 
colony. The superintendent of the Ottawa, Northern & 
Western, P. W. Reeseman, who is a New Yorker and 
one of the most energetic and able railway officials in 
Canada, hopes to provide a fine hotel at this point soon, 
for the influx of American visitors which is certain to 
follow; and he has also planned to improve the facilities 
for reaching the upper Gatineau country. In the mean- 
time, however, those who delight in fleeing from the 
tourist crowd can reach, in twenty-four hours from New 
York, a region as wild and primitive as any in Canada, 
and find fishing unsurpassed. The bass in Blue Sea 
Lake grow to large size, and 5 pounders are common 
to the expert angler. 
Our party, as stated, did not spend any time on this 
lake. After a night at the house of the guide, Eachie, 
who has lived on the shores of the lake for years, a trip 
was taken the next morning to a small lake lying a mile 
or two to the east, which we were told offered chances 
for very large bass. And the information was correct. 
Mr. Genslinger and the writer caught in this little lake, 
nameless and unmapped, no less that twenty big bass in 
two hours' fishing. Several of these bass ran close to 
4 pounds, two went several ounces over 5 pounds, and 
none were kept weighing less than 3 pounds. There 
are many other small lakes in the vicinity quite as good 
as the one visited; in fact, they ought to be better, for 
they are never fished, except by an occasional settler, or 
an Indian from the reservation to the north. It is rather 
difficult to reach some of these lakes, but to those who 
want wilderness fishing these waters can be recommended 
without qualification. 
Following a prearranged programme, we left Eachie's 
in the late afternoon, via an "express" route through the 
woods and arrived at Maniwaki, a town of considerable 
pretensions, some thirty miles distant from Gracefield, 
m the evening. Plere is a village far removed from rail- 
way travel, yet the scene of great activity from a trade 
standpoint. It is the base of supplies for the great lum- 
ber camps of the far north, it boasts of fine churches, 
schools, and one store, at least, which rivals those of the 
large cities. The town is the creation in part of the 
genius of the late Charles Logue, a very wealthy trader, 
whose business is now continued by his brother. Charles, 
an affable and cultured gentleman, who finds relaxation 
from the monotony of solitude in occasional trips to 
Europe. It was surprising to find in this town, remote 
from civilization, water works, acetylene gas, a hotel 
with porcelain bath tubs, and every evidence of a refined 
local life. The improvements are due to the Logue 
family, who own thousands upon thousands of acres of 
the surrounding farm and timber lands, and whose 
wealth is reckoned — but that has nothing to do with 
fishing. 
The morning following our arrival found us flying 
behind Mr. Logue's magnificent private coach team to- 
ward Hardwood Lake, a beautiful sheet of water some 
fourteen miles to the east and north. This was our destina- 
tion. Hardwood Lake is one of a chain of beautiful 
sheets of water that extend north and south for miles. 
The lake_ itself is leased by a number of residents of 
Maniwaki. from whom it is necessary to secure permis- 
sion to fish. Even in that country of black bass it has 
a reputation for gamy fish, and it deserves it. Putting 
up at the farm house of Mr. John Kenny, a settler, we 
were, as events subsequently proved, in the center of 
the finest black bass fishing in all Canada. Hard- 
wood Lake is seldom fished; many of the other 
lakes are virgin, except for occasional visits from the 
Indians, and on several no white man except the writer 
has ever wet a line. To detail the sport these lakes 
afford will not be attempted by one who does not claim 
expert ability in angling. But the plain truth is that 
the veriest tyro can here make a record in weight and 
number of bass if his conscience permits. Two hours' 
trolling any morning meant seventeen to twenty bass, 
and by bass two and three , pounders are meant, as that 
was minimum weight agreed upon. There was nothing 
to do with the fish, when caught, and they were, with 
the exception of two or three, returned to the water as 
soon as brought to the canoe. What a "fish-hog" could 
do in these waters in the course of a week's work is a 
subject fearful to contemplate, and, it is hoped, one that 
will never have to be recorded as an actuality. Fre- 
quently, in paddling over the clear waters of these lakes, 
the writer has seen, on the bottom, dozens of bass of 
great size, and in reeling in one fish, it Avas not unusual 
to have several follow the unfortunate victim to the very 
landing net. Woe betide the frog that escapes from the 
bait bucket in a canoe on Hardwood Lake! His first 
jump into the lake is followed by a swirl in the water, 
the splash of a broad tail; and the disappearance of the 
frog down the throat of a hungry bass. This happened 
frequently, and again, when the hooked bass in his 
struggles to escape shot the bait half a dozen feet up the 
line, there was a race between several of his fellows in 
the water to secure the tid-bit. This may sound exag- 
gerated, but it happened on hiore than one occasion 
during that week of splendid sport. Our party went out 
to break no records; we did not even see how many fish 
we could catch, and compromise with conscience by re- 
turning them to the water. It was quite sufficient to take 
the few we wanted, and that done, to spend the remainder 
of the day exploring the nooks and corners of the lakes, 
or in contemplation of the beautiful mountain scenery for 
which the region some day will be famous. The only 
"fish story" that I will attempt will be to say that on 
one pleasant afternoon, when the wind was right and con- 
ditions were otherwise favorable, I caught, in quick suc- 
cession, three bass which tipped the scales at 5 pounds 
and — ^well, a few ounces — each. That was enough. 
There are many there which are larger, and it is my hope 
this year to make their acquaintance. If T don't, no mat- 
ter; it is quite sufficient to know that they are there, 
and long life to them! 
As to the matter of bait, we found small frogs good 
for trolling, and minnows, either live or artificial, a very 
tempting Ittr?, But the bass are not capricious; they will 
bite at anything, and as to gaminess, they are a rev- 
elation. The heavy bass that will not make three and 
four leaps high out« of water, when permitted, is the ex- 
ception, and the savage'rushes and lunges that these den- 
izens of the cold, springlike waters of the northern lakes 
indulge in, once hooked, are still a thrilling memory. 
The country cannot be visited to best advantage unless 
previous arrangements have been made, and Mr. Reese- 
man, superintendent of the Ottawa, Northern & West- 
ern Railway, at Ottawa, or Mr. Genslinger, of the Hotel 
Cecil, himself an enthusiastic angler, should be con- 
sulted by intending tourists. The accommodations are 
primitive, and it is somewhat of a shock to the average 
city fisherman to find the women of. tlie houses where 
he stops using spinning wheels, and to meet adults who 
have never seen a railway train, to whom the multiplying 
reel and the eight-ounce jointed rod are a mystery, and 
the little conveniences of modern life a sealed' book. 
Yet they are intelligent, honest folk, hospitable, and in 
their simple, monotonous lives are working out the 
destiny of our sister nation. The pioneer of our own 
frontier lives again in these northern woods, and is the 
empire builder in the same sense that Daniel Boone 
and his contemporaries opened this continent for us. } 
In closing it is perhaps proper to say that the Gatineau 
country is the natural home of the red deer, and in the 
proper season furnishes sport beside which the hunting 
of the Adirondacks is tame, indeed. 
C. A. Hazen. 
ANGLING NOTES. 
Red Drttm and Channel Bass. 
Mr. Thos. J. CoNROY, of New York, writes me a lettei 
from which I quote: "To settle at least twenty-five or 
thirty disputes I have had over my counter witlun the 
last week or so, will you, in your notes in Forest anc 
Stream, tell us about the channel bass? A man told me 
recently that the Aquarium here advertised the fish as a 
red drum or channel bass. You may remember that I 
asked you some time last year when you were in the; 
store, and if I remember correctly you told me there was' 
no red drum, but there was a black drum, but I was no^ 
positive enough to quote you in the matter. It is a fish 
that has been caught extensively along the New Jersey} 
coast, and it will settle many disputes to decide what th^ 
fish is, and I will cut out your answer from Forest and 
Stream and put it up here in the store where customersi 
can see it." _ | 
Mr. Conroy must have misunderstood me, for I cannot 
think I would have said there was no red drum, for there: 
is a red drum, and it is called channel bass, and it is the 
fish which he refers to. . t 
It is more than possible that I said we had no black 
drums, for though there are two black, one is found off' 
the coast of South America and the other off the coast of 
southern California, where it is known as red roncadoi^ 
and also as black croacker, but as they are not found in! 
Atlantic coast waters, it is quite likely I did say we did! 
not have the black drum. 
The red drum, or channel bass, Sclcenops ocellatus 
(Linn.), is a fish found on the coast from New York to: 
Texas, and particularly in Florida and Texas, is highlyl 
regarded as a game fish and important as a food fish. Jor-^ 
dan and Evermann give its coloring: "Color grayish-sil- 
very, iridescent, often washed with coppery red; eac^ 
scale with a center of dark points, these forming rathei^ 
obscure, irregular, undulating brown stripes along the^ 
rows of scales; a jet black ocellated spot about as large 
as eye at base of caudal above, this sometimes duplicated.", 
I noticed specimens of this fish at the New Yorlc 
Aquarium very lately, but do not recall the names, thougl 
Mr. Conroy's friend quotes them correctly. 
Red Trout at Pan-American, 
I have at last seen the red trout of Canada alive \i 
water. It was only a week or so ago that I said some- 
thing about this fish in reply to a correspondent, and then, 
if memory serves, mentioned that I had made two journey S 
to distant lakes in Canada to find them and had failed 
but I saw them in the tanks of the United States Fisl 
Commission exhibit at Buffalo. In another tank near bj 
are saibling or golden trout from Averill Pond in VerJ 
mont, and these saibling have been pronounced identical 
with the Sunapee saibling of New Hampshire. Commis- 
sioner Titcomb wrote me on his return from Canada tha 
he had eleven of the red trout, and later that two, th€ 
largest fish, had died. I found seven still alive when 1 
reached Buffalo, and side by side it is no wonder that at 
first glance the red trout of Canada is taken to be the 
same as the Sunapee saibling; but it may be wondered in 
this month of July why the trout from Canada is called 
red trout. The most striking difference between tlie two 
fish is that the Canada trout has a forked tail and the 
Sunapee saibling a square tail, and the broad white 
marginal fins of the Sunapee fish are absent in the Canada 
fish, although the latter has a fine white line on margin 
of some of the fins, but entirely absent on the pectorals^ 
In general appearance the two fish are very like in shape 
and coloring, slender bodies and olrve-greenish backs, but 
no one would suspect that at spawning time the Canada 
fish puts on a color that rivals a sunset's glow and well 
entitles it to the name of red trout. As the two fish will 
later be described by an ichthyologist who has studied 
them more closely, with more specimens at his disposal, 
than any other man, I only call attention here to the facti 
that visitors to the exposition may see the fish for them- 
selves and compare them as they swim in their respective 
tanks, and as the exhibit as a whole is the best that has 
ever been made at any exposition, it will be well wortW 
visiting for features other than the living fish. 
Michigan Grayling. 
One of the tanks at the exhibit in the Government build- 
ing contains some live grayling from Michigan, and it 
offers the only opportunity that many will have to sef; 
what has now come to be a rare fish. The practical ex-, 
tinction of the Michigan grayling followed so closely upon 
its discovery that I was surprised to find such fine ex 
amples of the fish at Buffalo. As all efforts to cultivati 
the grayling artificially were failures, the fish seemed t( 
