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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Aug. 24. 1901. 
a man when he is eating, so I went up within six feet 
of him and shot him just back of the eaf, and broke his 
neck the first shot. They brought a wagon and we 
rolled him on skids up into the wagon and hauled him 
to a hay scale and he weighed 1,700 pounds, the biggest 
bear ever killed there before or since. But before we 
got the bear away a woman came screaming that some- 
thing was killing their cattle across the creek. So, un- 
hitching one of the horses, I forded the creek, with 
others, and found a large cougar on the back of a cow 
eating it alive. I went close to it and shot it through 
the head. We sold the skins there for over $40." 
Now I am puzzled about these stories. In the first 
place the Professor never saw but one live grizzly, which 
he killed, as has been written. The Professor's memory 
must be somewhat at fault; he either saw but one bear, 
and tells the story in two different ways, or he killed two 
grizzlies and had at the moment forgotten that he had 
only seen one live grizzly. And then it is strange that in 
each instance he also killed a cougar. x\nd, in a similar 
way, the story of the killing of Old Splayfoot may have 
been told. There must have been two Old Splayfoots, or 
bad memory must have been the cause of two difTerent 
tales, or Old Splayfoot's ghost appeared and Texas Tom 
undertook to slay the ghost. Observer. 
Parker.sbukg, W. Va. 
"Bill Chadwick's." 
One day last week, being at Point Pleasant, N. J., I 
hopped on the choochoo cars and ran down to Chad- 
wick's to talk snipe with the Applegate and Chadwick 
boys, and, incidentally, to get one of those shore dinners 
at the old hot^. Well, I got there, and that's about all 
I did get. Lemme tell you. What do you think? You 
may not believe me, but cross my heart and hope I may 
die if the old tavern wasn't shut up "as tight as a dead 
pig's eye!" Fact, so help me. First time such a thing 
has been known- to happen in forty years. And not only 
that; the house has been repaired (now hold on to some- 
thing), enlarged, painted and decorated inside and out, 
till you wouldn't recognize it. That's so; it's like the old 
jack-knife wnth new handle and new blades. All the 
blades are shut, too; and what is more, they are not 
going to be opened this year. No, sir; not till next 
spring. Old Bill Chadwick's is no more. It has passed 
into new hands. All the gtlides are gone, and the cheer- 
ful liars who used to keep the chairs from blowin' offen 
the porch have vanished, also. Even the mosquitoes 
have, or had, deserted the place, though it is thought 
to be not unlikely that some of them will return. You 
see it was this way: About three or four years ago a nice, 
quiet family, by the name of Stemmler, took a cottage 
at Chadwick, near the beach, and have been occupying 
it in summer ever since, Mr. Stemmler's business card 
(which, by the way, is engraved) hears the name of T. 
W. Stemmler & Co., Importers and Exporters, with of- 
fices and warehouse in New York, and branches in Chi- 
cago, Paris and London. 
He is a quiet man, Mr. Stemmler is, and during the 
last three years has been quietly absorbing the land at 
and on all sides of Chadwick's from the ocean to Barnegat 
Bay, all of which he now controls, including the famous 
ducking points and snipe grounds. 
Those of the brotherhood who have had desigtis on 
ducks and snipe are hereby tearfully informed that th^re 
are no hotel accommodations at Chadwick's just now, nor 
will there be any until next spring. And even then they 
will nave to buy their booze elsewhere, for the manager 
of Mr. Stemmler's inn will have no license to sell rum, 
and the nearest bar will be at Point Pleasant, seven miles 
away, with infrequent railroad communication. 
J. L. K. 
P. S. — There is another bar near Barnegat Inlet, but 
hauling schooners over it is quite expensive. K. 
Perth Amboy, N. J., Aug. 16. 
The Day^s Last Shot. 
The sun was only an hour above the mountain as Al 
and I seated ourselves in an old wood road leading 
around its eastern base, to watch for squirrels. Behind 
us loomed the precipitous, oak-clad mountainside; in 
front, the ground pitched sharply away to a little hollow, 
where there was a spring of water; on either side our 
position commanded a considerable, stretch of the vista 
made by the leaf-strewn road through the towering 
maples and the oaks, from which the great, plump acorns 
could be constantly heard spattering down among the 
fallen leaves. 
It was an ideal spot for squirrels, and an ideal night 
to watch for them — clear, still, and not too cool to sft 
in comfort. But there was one thing to bother — the 
leaves, which covered the earth in a thick carpet on every 
hand, were so dry as to rustle loudly at the slightest pres- 
sure of the foot. To steal up on a squirrel, warjr as they 
were at this late season, would be impossible. To wait 
quietly and trust to luck for them to come in range was 
our only chance. Another unfavorable circumstance, 
which I had often noticed in hunting in this wood, arose 
from the hummocky nature of the ground; a squirrel or 
partridge might move about one for a long time without 
being seen, save for occasional tantalizing glimpses. 
We sat a few feet apart, both facing the hollow. Be- 
tween us lay three woodcocks and two partridges, 
trophies thus far of the day's sport. It was the thought 
of the fine effect a dash of gray would have on the bunch 
that tempted us thus to prolong our hunt. Ten minutes 
passed monotonously. No sound broke the stillness save 
the falling acorns. Pit, pat, they would come down 
through the branches, then whack! upon the fallen leaves. 
Gradually I became aware that they were dropping in 
a rather peculiar manner in a tree some distance to our 
right. I smiled over at Al, who whispered back, "Squir- 
rel!" Sure enough, we soon heard him slipping down 
the tree. Then a crash, as he sprang out into the leaves. 
My blood quickened to the finger tips at the sound. He 
was quiet for a moment after this, listening, after the 
practice of the old heads, to see if his racket had drawn 
the attention of any one. Then he came on toward us — 
as we knew by the sound, for we could not see him — 
stopping. for a minute in the hollow, doubtless at the 
spring; then on again, crashing up almost to the very 
brow of the rise. Al and I both had our guns at shoulder. 
Which would be the first to see him when he came over 
the rise? My heart was thumping so I thought he must 
hear it. Perhaps he did, for after a minute — that seemed 
an hour — to our chagrin, he gradually dropped back into 
the hollow. Meantime another squirrel began barking 
further down in the wood, while a third came running 
up behind a big boulder on my right. I turned my at- 
tention to the last, thinking he would poke over or 
around the rock. He did come out on the upper side 
presently, but quite hidden in a little hollow, in which he 
even crossed and recrossed the road and back behind the 
rock, keeping as carefully hidden all the time as though 
well aware that I was watching for him. It was pro- 
voking; and what with sitting so long in one position, 
and the constant alternation of hope and disappointment 
of getting a shot, the nervous strain was terrible. It was 
nothing but squirrels, to be sure, but my experience is 
that the size of the game has but little to do with the ex- 
citing part, so long as one is anxious to get it. I could 
.still hear him poking around behind the rock, and mean- 
time two more began playing in the leaves behind me. 
I was trying to work around facing these, when, bang! 
went Al's gun, and off all three scampered. Al had run 
down into the hollow, and on going down I found he 
had risked a long shot at his squirrel and had rolled him 
oyer, but save for a little blood on the leaves no trace of 
him could be found. 
It was no use to stop here any longer, and swallowing 
our disappointment, we took our game and moved 
further down into the wood and sat down in another 
road. There was but little time left us, for night was 
coming on. Every minute saw the shadows steal further 
and further from the thickets, and higher and higher up 
the tree trunks. Soon they had driven the declining 
sun's rays out from the topmost branches to the very 
summit of the mountain, where they lingered for a 
moment in a golden halo, then sank behind it, leaving it 
grim and sombre in the gloom of approaching night. 
"We must be going in a minute," said Al. "I've a 
good mind, though, to take a shot at that red first," re- 
ferring to a slight rustling sound we had heard at in- 
terval's some distance in our front. "He's coming into 
the road now — thunderation!" — slap went his gun to his 
shoulder — bang! — mingled with the report was a familiar 
fluttering sound. "A biddy!" cried. Al, exultantly; and 
sure enough it was, and a most welcome addition to our 
bunch — a big, fat, old cock partridge, thickly feathered 
and with a fine ruff and tail, that had thus fallen to 
"the day's last shot." Templar. 
Coumsp, Me. 
Game in Eastern Massachusetts* 
Lawrence, Mass., Aug. 10. — As the reports come in 
from different sections of Massachusetts, giving the out- 
look for the fall hunting, I report the conditions" as I 
found them in July in this section. My family and my- 
self spent the month of July at Cochickewick Lake, in 
North Andover, and in some of my rambles I found quail 
in abundance. At our cottage by the side of the lake the 
familiar call of Bob White was the first heard in the 
morning and the last at night. It was not an uncom- 
mon sight to see three and four perched on the rail 
fence back of the cottage at almost any time. My little 
seven-year-old daughter caught during a storm two little 
chick quail, which were benumbed by cold and wet, and 
after carefully warming them in flannel by a fire, she 
gave them their liberty, seemingly no worse for their 
close acquaintance. Bass fishing in the lake for large- 
mouth was fairly good. I caught some of 3 pounds. 
4 pounds 2 ounces, 5 pounds 6 ounces, and one of 6 
pounds 2 ounces. But on account of the lake being high 
I did practically nothing on small-mouth bass. 
This lake also abounds in excellent white perch, and 
the catches this summer in some instances were large, 
such as 30, 47 and 65 at a day's fishing, not my record, 
but by reports of other boats. S. C. H. 
Wood Dticks Bfeedmgf in Greater New York/ 
Prince's Bay, Staten Island, Aug. 16. — I saw a brood 
of young wood ducks yesterday in a little pond not more 
than 75 feet square, and not far from a score of dwelling 
houses. I thought that pretty good for Greater New 
York. If they are not disturbed they will nest there 
next year, as the place is in one sense obscure to the 
casual observer^ A. 
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Proijrietors of fishingr resorts will find it profitable to advertin 
them in Fokist and Stkkam. 
New England Waters, 
Boston, Aug. 17. — Summer fishing is holding out most 
remarkably, or else the resorts are being more thoroughly 
fished than ever before. Certainly the accounts of catches 
are remarkably good for August. Mr. Harry B. Moore 
says that he has "found virgin trout waters,'' and he is 
much pleased with a recent trip. With his twin nephews, 
Harold and Waldo Richards, and another Harvard stu- 
dent, he has just returned from a trip to the Holebj Me., 
region. The boys were obliged to wait for Harvard 
examinations for college, and the fishing trip was neces- 
sarily late. But they passed with credit, and their uncle 
took them into the Maine woods for the first time. One 
can scarcely imagine the amount of enjoyment they got 
out of it. At the inlet of Little Turner Pond they had 
their best fishing. This pond is about half a mile in 
diameter, and is fed by a stream that* runs through the 
woods from Big Turner Pond. Just at the mouth of the 
stream are lily pads, and just beyond these the two canoes 
were anchored for fishing. The favorite cast of flies was 
a Parmachene Bell, a brown hackle and a silver doctor. 
Mr. Moore says that he never saw such fun and such 
fishing. The boys "nearly went wild." Doubles came at 
first from almost every cast, and frequently triples. The 
size of the trout run from a quarter of a pound to a pound 
and a half, As soon as a good string had been takeii — 
all that could be made use of — Mr. Moore called upon 
the boys to throw back the trout alive, with the exception 
of a few of the largest. This they practiced every day, 
and the number of trout caught was great, while com- 
paratively few were killed. Andrew Gillman, of the 
Boston Herald office, is just back from a fishing trip to 
the White Mountain region. His best catch was at Cold 
River, where he took sixty-five trout in two hours' fish- 
ing. The trout were rather small, as is the case on all 
the streams in that region. The summer visitors fish the 
streams too hard each year. One salmon was taken at 
Lake Auburn, Me,, the other day, the only one for a 
week or two. It weighed 4 pounds. At the Birches, 
Mooselucmaguntic Lake, the fishing is holding out very 
well, indeed. In spite of other attractions, fishing is still 
at the head there, and is practiced every day; generally 
with the fly at this season, but not always. A Boston 
gentleman, a member of the Oquossoc Angling Associa- 
tion, who has just returned from a trip to the Rangeleys, 
is not pleased with the proposition to stop all tfolling on 
the Rangeleys after July i. .He says: "I don't know 
what I had rather do than fish, but I will be blessed if 
I can cast a fly at all, and when you come right down to 
facts there are very few really expert fly-fishermen who 
visit the Rangeleys. When I fish I troll, as do the most 
of my acquaintances. I use a good rod, and when for- 
tunate enough to hook a fish, I play him, as do those 
who catch them on the fly. I fail to see why trolling 
with rod and reel is less sportsmanlike than casting a fly. 
I do object to being rowed over the lake with half a 
dozen hand lines out. No true sportsman will do that. 
It is worse than 'plug' fishing, and should not be per- 
mitted by law. One line to the fisherman is enough. 
Some men seem to want every fish there is in the lake. 
Such men should be restricted in their fishing, and then 
there would be some fish for all." Special. 
New Hatcheries for Maine. 
Boston^ Aug. 19. — The Mooschead fish hatchery seems 
to be assured, and Moosehead fishermen are much 
pleased. The location proposed is on the Kennebec 
River, about a quarter of a mile below the dam. The 
vast spawning beds of the laTce above will furnish an 
unlimited supply of eggs, it is said. The distance is so 
short that they may be transported to the hatchery in 
almost perfect condition, leaving chances for very small 
losses. The location has been looked over by a com- 
mittee of engineers and experts, representing "the Com- 
missioners of Inland Fisheries and Game, and it is thought 
that the decision, which will be shortly reached, will be 
favorable. It will be remembered that the Legislature 
last winter appropriated >$5,ooo for a fish hatchery at 
Moosehead. Late reports say that fishing is rather poor 
at that resort, but that a change to cooler vveather will 
bring the trout to the surface, when fly-fishing will be 
good. 
No action has been taken yet in regard to a fish 
hatchery at the Rangeleys, much as it is needed. The 
Upper Dam is generally agreed upon for such a hatchery, 
and the next Legislature will be asked to aid the same. 
Good reports continue to come from the fishing at Haines 
Landing and other points on the Mooselucmaguntic, but 
the fishing at the Upper Dam has not been very good. A 
7-pound salmon was brought in at Haines Landing last 
week by a Mr. Coburn. An unusual height of water has 
continued at all the Rangeleys. It is the season of "Old 
Home Week" with most of the Maine towns, but it is 
curious to note that almost -every man and boy goes 
armed with fishing rods. The trout pools that one used 
to fish are almost sacred in the remembrance of the old 
home. It is mentioned that stream fishing has been re- 
markably good in many sections of Maine. The recent 
showers and heavy rains have kept the streams up to a 
good fishing pitch. Mr. Brown "and Mr. Daniels, of 
Worcester, have been on a fishing trip to Round Moun- 
tain Lake, and they had great fishing at Little and Big 
Alder. Their record was 150 to 175 trout a day, weigh- 
ing from one-half to three-quarters of a pound. Let us' 
hope that all the fish not wanted for the table were re- 
turned to the water alive. Special, 
A Peoria Lake Fish Story* 
Indianapolis, Aug. 17. — Editor Forest and Stream: 
story I clip from the Indianapolis Sun to-day, it 
l&ing been related to a reporter by George W. Pitts, an 
old-time hunter and fisherman: 
"I heard a fish story once that you and nobody else, 
nowadays, would say was possible, but I can bring scores 
of people who will verify it. I didn't believe it myself 
until I had talked with those who knew the facts. The 
night of the. day Grant was elected over Greeley, a party 
of us — thirteen in number — went to Pekin, 111., in a special 
car, and then down to Spring Lake, below there, on a 
fishing trip. Our quarters were a house-boat, fitted up 
as a regular hotel — and it was mighty snug, I tell you. 
We were all sitting around, resting from our Journey, 
and having something to ward off any possible colds we 
might have caught on the way down, and telling fish 
stories. Some of our party had told a few, wKfen one 
of the Illinois fellows spoke up and said he could discount 
us — and he did. 
"It seems, according to his story, that there was a kind 
of a take-it-easy fellow who lived down near Peoria 
Lake, about forty miles below. He tinkered around and 
didn't amount to' much, and did not have anything but a 
team and a few traps. He was loafing around one day. 
resting, when he happened by Peoria Lake, and noticed 
it was just alive with fish. He conceived the idea of 
putting all he had into one big seine and cleaning up 
the lake and a good pot of money at one draw. So he 
sold his team and traps, and had everybody around there 
working on his seine. It was 1,700 yards long when it 
was done. Then he made his draw. He had not hauled 
in long before the fish began to go around the ends so 
thick that they actually piled over each other. He stopped 
and began to scoop the fish out and sell them to the people 
around there for two cents a pound. He drove a rushing 
trade, hauling in a little on the seine from time to time, 
until the lake froze over. During the winter he built 
some barges, and, in the spring, when the ice broke up, he 
floated his fish down to St, Louis and sold them there at 
