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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Aug. 24, 1901. 
it without chewing; his salivary glands are rudimentary, 
hence he has no means whatever of turning starchy 
food into sugar and dextrine, which fit them for nourish- 
ment, as ruminants have. Starchy food is not acted upon 
by the gastric juices to any great degree, and so they 
pass unchanged through the stomach into the beginning 
of the intestine, where the pancreas or salivary glands 
of the abdomen have to do all the work. 
"Feeding on meat does not ruin the scent of sporting 
dogs as ignorance so frequently asserts. If it did, the 
whole wild canine race — wolves, jackals, etc. — would 
long ago have died of starvation. Feeding meat does not 
make dogs ugly, but confinement and neglect do. Finally, 
common sense and the study of the subject in all its de- 
tails, are better guides than the accumulated ignorance of 
the world on any subject." 
The experience of all the eminent trainers and most 
advanced sportsmen fully bears out the foregoing. A 
dog will do more and better work on a meat diet than 
on any other, and he will also have better health and a 
longer life if so fed. 
Many owners are prejudiced in favor of vegetable\food 
on the matter of economy. There is no doubt of its rela- 
tive cheapness, but that is quite another matter from its 
fitness. 
Whether the dog is working or idling, one meal a day, 
at evening, is guite enough. The sympathy of the owner 
who judges his dog's needs by his own is wasted when 
he imagines that the dog will suffer from hunger if he 
has not three meals a day. Actual knowledge is much 
better than unthinking sympathy. 
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OfiBcial organ. Forest and SvsEAit. 
He sat down and helped himself liberally to fried bass, 
fried potatoes and cheese omelette. 
"Gimme cup of coffee, Commodore, please," he com- 
manded, with the air of one who, having quite dis- 
tinguished himself, was entitled to some little considera- 
tion therefor. 
"Colonel," said I, quietly changing the subject, as I 
served Lacy with his coffee, "did you hear about the 
sportsman's badge John Kinney was talking about some 
two or three weeks "ago — before we left town?" 
"No, I didn't," said the Colonel, as he reached for his 
third bass. "What was it?", 
"Nice fish, aren't the}'. Colonel ?" remarked Lacy, look- 
ing meaningly at me. 
"Yes, very," remarked the Colonel, innocently, as he 
split his fish down the back and liberally salted and but- 
tered it. 
"Why, you see," I continued, "the Judge said it was 
proposed to get up a badge for the sportsmen of Staun- 
ton. It was originally designed for the gunners, but there 
are so many fishermen in town who are also gunners that 
it was finally decided to include the fishermen also. The 
design is to be something like this: A lyre — a musical 
instrument, you know, not an individual — a lyre for the 
centerpiece, crowned with a wreath, with a fishing rod 
leaning on one side and a gun leaning on the other " 
"They might put a fellow catching fish with his hands 
behind it," observed George. 
"With a bar suspended below," I continued, "with the 
inscription, 'I am one of them.' " 
"It's a capital idea," said the Colonel. 
"And an excellent design," added George. 
"Yes," I replied, "and, considering Lacy's phenomenal 
catch to-day, I think, although he modestly lays no claim 
his tobacco bag, from which he proceeded to replenish his 
pipe. "They used to boat all the pig iron from the fur- 
nace at Milnes down to Riverton and Harper's Ferry 
befoi-e the railroad was built." 
"So I've been told," replied the Colonel. 
"A cargo such as pig iron or coal is peculiarly heavy 
and hard to handle," continued the Captain, "and in case 
of accident the boat and cargo of course sunk." 
"Couldn't they be recovered?" asked Lacy. 
"Well, that depended on the water," was the reply. "In 
low water, when a boat was wrecked in a rapid or fall, 
it was usually not difficult to save the cargo, as the water 
was not generally deep; and it could be carried, piece- 
meal ashore; and the boat itself was usually gotten off the 
rocks and repaired, if not too badly damaged; but if the 
accident happened in flush water, or was caused by the 
boat running on a rock or reef in deep water, both boat 
and cargo were frequently lost — particularly if the cargo 
was iron or coal — as the water was then to6 deep, or 
swift, or both, to handle the boat or get the cargo ashore. 
Hadn't you all better come up to the house for the 
night?" he continued, as he rose and knocked the ashes 
out of his pipe, and started to walk back up the lane. 
"Those Httle boats look close and frail to be out over 
night in!" 
We thanked him for his kind invitation, and with the 
assurance that our tents and canoes were perfectly com- 
fortable and secure, and with kindly good nights all 
round, he turned away, and was lost to sight amongst 
the dense shadows of the trees. 
The moon was just rising above the lofty tree-tops 
which crowned the high bluff opposite and above us, and 
through her topmost boughs her bright rays penetrated, 
casting over the foreground of river and sloping bank 
'tbe massive line of cliffs ^end here in a bold promontory/'' 
'Mid Reef and Rapid.— XVIIL 
BY F. R. WEBB. 
Kemple's Falls, with its prodigal variety of reefs. 
^ falls, pools, holes and shallows, is an unusually favored 
place for bass, and they are quite plentiful here, and rise 
readily to the fly. 
For several years past we have made Capt. Keyser's 
place, at the foot of the falls, a camping place for a day 
or so's fishing, with varying success, but always enjoying 
fine_ sport, and we remained here all day on .Saturday, 
fishing several hours in the forenoon, lying around our 
comfortable camp, with book and pipe, during the middle 
of the day, and going back up into the falls between 3 
and 4 o'clock, and fishing until dusk. We had brought a 
small bucket of "mad-toms" down with us from Bear 
Lithia, and with these and helgramites (which are plenti- 
ful here), and our fly tackle, we were well provided with 
bait, and our day's sport was most gratifying. We had 
fish for supper, an abundant supply for breakfast, and 
sent a fine string up to Capt. Keyser's house. 
The fish were fierce and gamy. I had one take a mad- 
tom from right under my feet, in a clear, little channel 
through the reefs not over 6in. deep, while I was wading 
across it, with the "torn" trailing in the water at the end 
of the shortened line, held loosely in my fingers, and, 
while fly-fishing in the afternoon, I saw one shoot 20ft. 
or more through the water, to get my fly, as it dropped 
lightly out on the surface. He got it, too. 
"Well, sir! talk about fishing," said Lacy, as he put a 
little more sugar in the lemon preparation I handed him 
just before supper, and stirred it briskly around. "Talk 
about fishing! I'm no fisherman, and seldom care much 
about it, but that's the finest fishing place up there that 
ever I struck. Talk about bass ! I never did see so many 
bass in a place. And so careless, too! Thev ran around 
everywhere. Right under a fellow's feet !" here he paused 
to take a couple of sips of his decoction. "Why, I caught 
one bass," he continued, "that ran after my angry thomas 
as I was reeling my line in. and took it right between my 
feet" (another sip). "I didn't use my rod at all, but 
yanked the line with my fingers, and hooked him and 
drew him in" (two or three more sips), "and I actually 
caught one with my hands. A 2-pounder, too! Fact!" 
he added, as he finished his preparation and set the empty 
glass down with a ring on the mess table and looked 
around at us inquiringly, as though challenging contra- 
diction. 
"Oh, get out! What are you presenting us with?" ex- 
claimed George, in disgust. 
"Well, it's so," he persisted, earnestly. "He ran out in 
shallow water after some minnows, and shot clean up 
on to a little gravel bar where the water was only a 
couple of inches deep, and while he was floundering and 
splashing . around, toeing to throw himself back into 
deeper water, I dropped iny rod and went for him with 
both hands, and grabbed him and ii^ld onto him before 
he could get awajr," 
to being a sportsman, he certainly is well on the road to 
becoming a full-fledged one, and is, therefore, fairly en- 
titled to one of these badges." 
George and the Colonel acquiesced, heartily, but Lacy 
made no reply, but got up and walked over to his boat 
for his bag of tobacco, from which he proceeded to fill 
his pipe, the which being accomplished, he lighted it, and, 
resuming his seat on his camp stool, puffed away in silent 
meditation, until roused hy George to come and take part 
in evening dish wash. 
"And so that's Kemple's Falls, is it," said the Colonel, 
loading his evening pipe for the third time, "that I've 
heard you fellows talk sO' much about? Well, I don't 
think much of the place, as to its great difficulty. I mean. 
It's no harder to nm than plenty of places we've come 
through above. The Port Republic Falls, for instance. 
It's a fine fishing ground, though." 
"Well, that's as you think," said George, as. dish towel 
in hand, he polished away at the dripping plates, as Lacy 
handed them to him. "We have always considered it the 
worst place on the entire upper river." 
"And the oftener we run it the more I am confirmed in 
this opinion," I added. 
"It used to be so considered by the old-time flat-boat- 
men," said Capt. Keyser, who had dropped down from 
his house to have a little chat with us. "The place was 
much dreaded by them, and I've seen twenty boats at a 
time laid up above the falls, waiting for a chance to get 
through; they used to always double itp. as they, came 
through, the crews of two or "three boats going through on 
each boat." 
"How many men composed the crew of a boat?" asked 
the Colonel, as he struck a match and puffed his pipe into 
a light. 
"Two men to a boat," was the reply. 
"It is always a wonder to me," said George, laying 
aside the last plate as he spoke, and turriing a pan over 
the little pile of plates, knives, forks and spoons — "It is 
al-ways a wonder to me how two men could run one of 
those boats, especialty when loaded. Why, they are as 
big as a ferry boat!" 
"Yes, almost as big," the Captain replied. "They are 
loft. wide and 70ft. long." 
"It is wonderful to me how two men could manage 
them in the strong, rough water of the falls and rapids," 
said Lacy. 
"It does seem so." admitted Capt. Keyser, "but they 
managed them somehow, for that was the usual comple- 
ment to a boat. Accidents, however, were of frequent 
occurrence, and many a boat has been sunk, and many a 
cargo lost, up there in the falls above. Thanks, yes ; I 
will take another pipeful," as the Colonel proffered him 
a beautiful alternation of wavering lights and shades. We 
finished our pipes, the while we enjoyed the lovely pros- 
pect, and then turned in for the night. Lighting my can- 
dle-lamp I lay and read for an hour, with the flaps of my 
tent thrown iip on both sides, to admit the pleasant, 
balmy night air. Reading myself drowsy I ble\\; out my 
light, pulled down my tent flaps, and dropped off to 
sleep. 
I was restless, however, and didn't sleep well; my last 
bass, at supper, probably weighing heavily upon me. 
Finally, after twisting and tossing around for several 
hours, I rose up, broad awake. I raised the flap of my 
tent and looked out. I was startled to find broad 
daylight. All seemed strangely quiet and still, however, 
with no signs of life in the other tents. I rubbed my 
eyes and looked again. 
A second and more wakeful look demonstrated the fact 
that my daylight was literally all moonshine! I looked 
at my watch — it was 2 o'clock. The glorious beauty of 
the night tempted me out. 
The moon rode high overhead in a cloudless sky, with 
that mysterious, impressiA'^e brilliance only noted in the 
wee sma' hours of the night. She was a little past the 
full, and one side was a trifle flattened, slightly diminish- 
ing the perfect sphere of her outline, but in nowise dimin- 
ishing her glorious effulgence, which seemed to diffuse 
itself everywhere, and to penetrate to the depths of the 
forest immediately around us. 
The broad surface of the wimpling river in front was 
shining and bright, like a sheet of liquid silver, looking ' 
dark and m.ysteriously suggestive of unfathomable depths 
underneath the polished, shining surface. Here and there 
a projecting rock or reef stood at the up stream end of a 
long, V-shaped furrow, the lines of which danced and 
sparkled in the moon's rays, throwing them back and 
forth in wavering lines of living diamonds, while the foam- 
crested surges at the foot of the falls, a quarter of a mile 
away, gleamed snow3' and white in the delicate, greenish- 
yellow light. The musical drone of the falls came to my 
ears remarkably clear and distinct, while above it could 
be plainly distinguished the deep-toned, dominating roar 
of the race-path, a mile further up. 
The heavily wooded bank on the- opposite side of the 
river loomed up in a solid wall of blackness, while the 
massive stone promontory, at the foot of the falls, stood 
out in the bright glare, with every seam and scar in its 
wrinkled face as visible as in mid-day; and the broad, 
sloping, barren waste of sand and rocks, on the opposite 
bank from the cliffs, gleamed as white as a snowdrift, 
with here and there a black spot, where some bush, or 
spindling, stunted sycamore, struggling for existence 
among the rocks, cast its shadow on the barren shingle, 
