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above. As we ate flapjacks and drank coffee, he ate lily- 
pads and drank river water. The field glass which I 
carried brought him apparently at our feet. He prob- 
ably weighed 1..200 pounds, and stood 8 or 9 feet at the 
shoulders, with a spread of antlers of perhaps 5 feet. 
IJow much. would I have given for my Winchester and 
open season, that I might obtain that head ! He was in 
the river for half an hour, and then walked quietly away, 
wholly unaware of our presence. Rarely, indeed, does one 
have the pleasure of dining with a moose. 
That day we moved down to Chesuncook Lake, wWch 
we crossed at the head. From this lake the view of Mt, 
Katahdin — about thirty miles away, is fine. We passed on 
up Umbazookakus Stream as the guide repeated a poem, 
the author of which I did not learn, and only a little of 
which I can n^^.v recall, and that running something like 
this: ', - » 
"Sportsman for the wild woods bound 
Across the boggy ground toward Umtoflzoolcakus Carry, 
Pray, good guide, do not tarry, 
Faddle swiftly along to Umbazookakus Carry." 
The second night was spent on Umbazookakus Lake. 
All along we saw numerous deer and two moose. The 
next morning we passed over the carry into Mud Pond, 
which we crossed, and then went down Mud Stream and 
passed over to Chamberlain Lake. This is a grand lake, 
about twenty miles long and two miles wide. Our course 
took us across an arm of the lake. The wind was high, 
and glad we were to arrive safely across with our pro- 
visions. We camped near the foot, of the lake. It was a 
beautiful night; the camp site was' perfect. As I lay on 
Traveler Mountains. The scenery is beyond description. 
All I can say is, go and see it. To one to whom the click 
of the reel and the crack of the rifle are as music it is a 
paradise. A fit place to echo the sentiments : 
"Give me a rifle true, and a rod well tried, 
A birch bark canoe in the hands of a trusty guide." 
I did riot care to fish. It was more pleasure to sit in 
the bow of the canoe, smoke a pipe and admire the 
beauty of nature. The next and last lake on our course 
was grand old Matangamook, with lofty Matangamook 
Mountain at its foot. This is a large lake filled with 
beautiful, rocky islands, with numerous troUt streams 
emptying into its southern gide. This is the prettiest lake 
we saw. The only unpleasant incident of our journey 
happened here. We pitched the tent near the water, and 
the next morning crossed the lake to fish. A wind and 
rain storm came up, blew in one end of the tent and 
thoroughly soaked the blankets. We slept that night on 
wet ground in wet blankets. Game was not as plentiful 
here as in the Telos Lake region, although we saw large 
quantities, including one large bull moose, and in his run 
through the forest to get away from us, he struck with 
his great antlers a large, dead tree, which came down with 
a crash, and the way he ran over and crushed down trees 
of quite ample proportions demonstrated the great 
strength of this king of the forest. 
The remainder of our trip was down the main East 
Branch. A part of the distance the stream flows quietly 
between low banks covered with dense forest. At times 
the view of Katahdin, about twenty miles away, is fine. 
In other places the current is swift, over rocks, and none 
FishingSforlBirds. 
Fishing for birds can hardly be called angling; some, 
indeed, might question the propriety of even calling it 
.sport; but as the chronic angler may condescend to 
catch perch if nothing else offers, so he who goes down 
to the sea in ships and does business in the great waters 
of the Southern Hemisphere will while away an hour or 
so in catching birds. Taking them as a matter of busi- 
ness, to be used as bait, has long been practiced by the 
fishermen on "the Banks," arid Capt. Collins some years ' 
ago gave an account of this in Forest and Stream, and 
in the Quarto Fisheries Report. That it is an old cus- 
tom is shown by ^ very old map of America in the 
editor's office which has as one of the marginal vignettes 
an illustration depicting the catching of sea birds for 
fish bait. This, however, being done for hire, is work, 
whereas the same thing done for nothing becomes, if not 
sport, at least play. 
Let us suppose that we have been sailing southward 
from New York, and, after many uneventful days of 
breeze and calm, have met our first real gale in the 
stormy region off the Rio de la Plata, better known to 
sailors as the River Plate. During the night the tramp 
of heavy sea boots, the thud of coils of rope cast from 
belaying pins, the clatter of the chain topsail sheets, and 
the heavy lee rolls of the ship have announced that a 
gale is on. We go on deck, to find it a raw, gra}^ morn- 
ing, with the driving scud seeming to just cleat the 
mast heads, and the wind tearing through the rigging, 
making the taut ropes to vibrate like so many giant harp 
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The CodCshers m New Foundland take a double pleasure in their work. They attach to their line a hook baited with a bit of split cod • C^^'f l^''^^^ 
fauquets Smcf in crowdrto thirfloating lure, each eager to be the first to take it. So it is that from a single sack these gentlemen draw two sorts of gnst, flesh and fish. 
my blanket near the campfire listening to the calling of 
the loons, with the beautiful, star-studded heavens above, 
miles from any other person, surrounded by such beauties 
of nature. T thought, could T only spend the remainder 
of my Hfe in such a spot ! No care or worry here.. 
The next morning we passed into Telosmis Lake, and 
then into Telos, and in a short run of two or three hours 
1 saw thirty-five deer and one moose, I took a photo- 
graph of the moose and many of the deer, including one 
group of seven standing close together. Arriving at the 
foot of Telos Lake, we found it necessary to cut away 
some trees which had lodged across the outlet a long 
time prior, before we could pass. Leaving the canoe, I 
waded down the stream to catch some trout for dinner, 
the guide going below to look at the conditions of the 
stream, which is ahnost a mountain torrent ten miles 
long, divided into two parts by Webster Lake, which is 
three miles in length. It flows in places between walls of 
granite several hundred feet in height, over boulders 
and rocks. It did not look as though a log could run 
through it without being ground into pulp, much less a 
canoe. We concluded it would be necessary to carry 
our entire outfit one mile into Webster Lake, and, then, 
after crossing that, nine miles on down to Matangan- 
mookis Lake. We threw aAvay some of the provisions 
and camp articles, so as to Hghtgn our load as much as 
possible, but still had ten heavy back loads in addition 
to the canoe. This required twentj'-two miles of walk- 
ing, with eleven miles of lugging, for each mile of dis- 
tance covered, and we figured it would require nine days 
to reach Matanganmookis Lake. We soon became tired 
of carrying, and concluded to take the chance of smashing 
the canoe and losing the provisions, knowing we could 
not starve, surrounded by fish and game. After crossing 
Webster Lake we loaded the outfit in the canoe, to one end, 
of which was attached a strong rope, about 100 feet in ' 
length. One of us would wade into the stream with the 
canoe, and after finding a secure footing behind some 
rocks, would let the caiioe down stream Avith the rope to 
the other, who would wade out and take it in the same 
way, and then repeat the operation. We reached the lake 
in three days without accident, except occasional duckings 
in the stream. This was exciting, and we enjoyed it, but 
still were glad to arrive safelj^ at the lower end of the 
stream. To have lost our canoe would have meant com- 
pleting otir trip on a raft; to have lost our provisioijs 
would have meant living on fish or unlawfully killed 
game for many days ; to have sprained or broken a leg 
would have been more serious. One morning we were 
awakened by the snort of a deer. He evidently started 
for his morning drink and almost ran into otir camp be- 
fore he saw it. A novel alarm, indeed, but one sure to 
awaken. 
Arriving at "Matangamookis Lake safe and sound, we 
passed on through this beautiful lake, with its rocky shores 
extending back to hills towering on the right in the lofty 
FROM AN OLD MAP. 
but a skilled guide can take a canoe safely through. There 
are several large waterfalls, around which we carried, in 
sotne places ten rods, in others nearly a mile. One night 
as we were about to retire to our bed of boughs, a bear 
came near, and from the noise he made one might have 
thought he was going to devour us for daring to invade his 
quiet domain, but, like the cowardly beast he is. he was 
careful to keep out of sight in the bushes. The thirteenth 
day found us at Grindstone, a village with a railroad sta- 
tion and three houses. This is still a long distance in the 
woods, and a favored resort for sportsmen in the hunting 
season. For here canoe, and tent were shipped back to 
Greenville, and Avith a feeling of sadness I s^iid^ farewell to 
my guide and took the train for Bangor. For eight days we 
had seen no one. My sole companion w^s my guide, Edgar 
E. Harlow, of Greenville. A better guide or more congenial 
companion would be hard to find. Nearly all the Maine 
guides are such. They are strong, healthy, intelligent, 
manly fellows, ready for any amoimt of hard work. 
Nothing would induce them to change their calling. They 
love the forests, and I do not wonder that they do. I hope 
to make this same trip some year in the hunting season, 
and can now imagine I see the massive antlers of an old 
bull moose waiting for me on the banks of Telosmis Lake. 
WiLLARD S. Reed. 
Corning, N Y. 
Susquehanna Bass» 
Sayre. Pa.. Aug. 17.— The bass fishing at Rummerfield, 
on the Susquehanna, for the past week has been excep- 
tionally good. George Crawford and a friend passed the 
greater part of the present week at this point on the 
river, and he declares that of catching black and rock 
bass of splendid girth and energy there is 110 end. Craw- 
ford usually nurses an admirable tenor voice, but through 
his angling experience of the past few days he has ac- 
quired a rich bass voice of church-organ volume. Hence 
Forest and Stream readers are advised that Rummerfield 
is a few miles north of Wyalusing, and the bass are run- 
ning plenty between the two points named. 
M'. Chill. 
Sullivan County PiefcereL 
Stevensville, Sullivan County, N. Y.— A particularly 
hue catch of pickerel was taken from .Swan Lake on 
.■\ug. 12 during four hours of the early morning. 
There were thirty fish, among them three unusually fine 
specimens, weighing respectively 4, s^-^ and 3 pounds. The 
lucky fishermen, Messrs. Tallman, Driscoll and Schwartz^ 
of New York, guests at the Takoma, are congratulating 
themselves on having caught the best mess of pickerel 
displayed here during the present season. Photographs 
of the party were taken and will be used to verify one of 
the stories told when summer sports will have become a 
thing of the past. 
strings. The ship heels over to the gale until standing 
on the wet, slippery deck is quite out of the question, and 
as the big seas roll under the vessel, leaving her in their 
hollows, she seems, to be lying at the foot of some huge 
liill of water. The steward anxiously surveys the dis- 
tance between galley and cabin, watching for a chance to 
get the breakfast aft between rolls, possibly by an un- 
lucky miscalculation starting just late enough to get half 
way there as some heavier lurch than usual buries the 
rail, and the sea comes backing in like water pouring 
over a mill dam. Landsmen might imagine that the 
sailors would be hard at work, but the fact is their work 
was done last night, the sails haying been furled, the end- 
less fathoms of wet and tangled ropes coiled up, and 
until the storm abates there is little to do save to braid 
sennet and make mats in the shelter of the deck houses. 
There is, however, great activity among the sea birds 
which have come up from the south on the wings of the 
wind, and they hoA^er about the ship with watchful eyes, 
keeping a sharp lookout for scraps from the galley. The 
little Mother Carey's chickens flutter hither and thither 
like so many black butterflies; the great albatross sails 
sloAvly up against the wind with partially closed wings, 
or shoots off before it like a bolt from a catapult, while 
the cape pigeons tack back and forth close under the 
stern, ever present and unsuspicious, and always very 
hungry. Consequently the cape pigeon is readily taken 
with a light line and a small hook, baited with a morsel 
of fat salt pork. To be sure, he isn't of much value after 
he is caught, and, although sometimes made into a pot- 
pie, the dish is not to be recommended to a friend with- 
out hesitation. Still the cape pigeon is a pretty bird, 
with his snow-white breast, black head and spotted back 
and wings, and as we wish some skins, we get the lines 
and set about his capture. 
The wind carries the line streaming to leeward, the bit 
of fat pork at the end skipping about like some strange 
fly, and the chances are that the bait has barely reached 
the. water before it is seized by some hungry pigeon. 
0.rj perhaps at the Avrong moment, the cook creates a 
diversion by emptying a pan of dishwater or a bucket of 
potato parings, and around it gather all the birds in the 
vicinity, to quarrel and chatter for the n^xt ten minutes, 
while the ship sloAvly forges ahead and leaves them in the 
wake. .Possibly some perverse bird may alight beside the 
bait, not caring for it himself, but devoting all his en- 
ergies to the task of driving away all other birds that 
may ^''enture near. Or, a bird may take the bait, and 
upon feeling himself hooked, fly directly toward the 
ship or soar upward, like an animated kite, the result 
being in either case that he escapes. Still, sooner or 
later, a bird is certain to be hooked, and as he is pulled 
struggling toward the vessel his companions either sit 
and gaze in amazement at what they consider his . queer 
antics or fly after him to obtain a share of the dainty 
morsel he seems to have secured. "Landing" a cape 
