Sept. 7, 1901.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
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Going: It Light and Heavy. 
Edilor Forest and Stream: 
I read in the Forest and Stream of the 31st inst. an 
account of a trip in Maine which was made by one man 
and a guide, who were eight days away from civilization. 
The trip was made in August, when the weather is usu- 
ally warm enough to call for but little in the way of 
bedding and blankets, and was so short that two people 
need not have carried a great weight of provisions, yet I 
read that when they cciitemplated making a portage— I 
quote it: "We threw away some of the provisions and 
camp articles, so as to lighten our load as much as pos- 
sible, but still had ten heavy back loads, in addition to the 
canoe." 
I am not deficient in imagination, but it fails me here. 
What in the name of conscience do you suppose the man 
had with him? I do not know what his idea of a heavy 
back load is, I know what my Indian guides have carried 
in trips I have made during the last eighteen or twenty 
vears, and what I have usually carried myself, which, with 
both of us, has depended, so far as the provisions went, on 
the length of the trip, one of a month requiring, of course, 
more than one of ten days. On a trip of a month, how- 
ever, we would only need to make two trips over any port- 
age, including carrying the canoe. I would like to know 
what sort of stuff a man would want to take to the woods 
that would give him seven or eight hundred pounds to be 
carried in addition to his canoe. Cecil Clay. 
Washington, D. C , Aug 80. 
Buoy and Ducks. 
If the United States Government is not careful it will 
be arrested for violating the fish and game laws of the 
State of Maine, fined in court, and made to settle. Down 
at the entrance of Rockport Harbor, in Penobscot Bay, 
is a ledge marked by a stone monument, and upon this 
monument is a spindle supporting a barrel as a day 
mark. 
When the barrel was put up there it was a good, sound 
barrel, but the winds and waves of years have carried 
away its top hoops, the head has fallen in, leaving the 
staves spread apart like the fingers of a giant's hand. 
The whole region about the ledge is frequented by wild 
ducks, and recently many of these birds have incautiously 
poked their inquisitive heads through the slits, between 
the Slaves, thereby getting caught by the neck and hang- 
ing there until dead. 
Now, there is a State law. covering all waters within 
the three-mile limit, which provides that whoever at any 
time or in any place within that limit shall with any net, 
snare, trap, device or contrivance other than firearms 
take or destroy any ducks or wild fowl shall forfeit fines 
in various amounts, according to the kind and number 
of birds so taken or destroyed. So the United States 
is a poacher, and the State of Maine may have the law 
on Uncle Sam if he doesn't watch out,— Boston Evening 
Journal. 
Fcttcst Fifes. 
We notice a few fires on the lake shore, in a piece of 
woods which hitherto has escaped. People who light 
fires for the purpose of seeing the woods burn up, or, 
having lighted camp fires, carelessly leave them to spread 
abroad, are criminally culpable". It may, perhaps, not be 
known to many that there is a law in force against 
leaving fires burning in the woods. Under the act even 
a person clearing land, and, burning, must take due pre- 
caution against the fire spreading beyond his slashings. 
But even were it not so, even were there no law written 
down against this, there is a higher law, which people of 
any far sightedness whatever, should rigidly keep, a law 
of natural economy. The stretches of forest which seem 
inexhaustible to-day, much of whose timber is to us use- 
less for milling, will one day be of value inestimable. 
Our children, and children's children, may well have 
cause to wonder at the short sightedness of their for- 
bears, who wantonly and criminally destroyed a grand 
heritage. In the east, the fires this season have been so 
great that timber owners have spent large sums trying 
to extinguish them, and the whole population in some 
sections were fighting fire night and day. Fortunately, 
the season has been wet with us, but should a dry spell 
come, there is fire enough on the lake shore to spread 
over the whole country. — Cumberland (B. C) News, 
Opening: of the Rail Season* 
Stratford, Conn,, Sept, 2.— Editor Forest and Stream: 
To-day is the first of the rail shooting on the Housatonic 
River, and a dozen boats were out. Owing to the rainy 
weather and the lack of sun through the late summer, the 
"corn gras.s" is still green, and its seeds are not ripe. Most 
of the signs of fall are not here, yet the blackbirds and 
reed birds are crowding the marshes, the kingbirds are 
flocking, fishhawks are moving southward and loose flocks 
of night hawks pass over through the sky. 
The easterly storm of Sunday pushed up a very high 
tide, and this afternoon the tide was fairly good. The 
shooting was quite lively, and some of the boats should 
have made good scores, I can learn, however, of none that 
were particularly high, 21. 17 and 13 being the only scores 
that have come to me. 
It does not seem that any ducks were seen on the river, 
though there are a few sandpipers and plovers, and, of 
course, the usual number of little herons were started. A 
least bittern was seen by a well-known Milford gunner. 
Light. 
Rail, Reeds and Oats. 
South River. N. J.. Aug, 31. — There is a wonderful 
crop of wild oats on the marshes here, but the seeds are 
not j'et ripe. Reed and rail -birds seem to be scarce as 
yet. and the few that have been killed are very poor. A 
good many yellowlegs have been seen this week along 
^he Raritan River. J. L. K. 
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Proprietors of fishing resorts wUl find it profitable to advertisi 
them in Foxbst and Stxxah. 
The Kingfisher Camp of i90l. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
The Kingfishers returned a few days ago from the 
twenty-first annual camp In-the North Woods, and we are 
already "layin' plans" for the next one, which. I think, will 
be at the same place, at the foot of Glen Lake, as we were 
all so well pleased with the fine camping place, the fishing, 
the beautiful scenery around the lake, and with our two 
nearest neighbors, Mr. H. C. Burgess, the best of all 
neighbors we ever hitched up with, and Mr. MilHngton, 
that it will be hard to find a more "satisfyin' " place to 
make a camp. 
We "jest lived off'n the fat o' the land." Bacon, hard 
tack, pork, beans "an' sech," for a foundation, and the 
fish and other provender that we ate would have made a 
dyspeptic long to swap "innards" with us. 
Then, new potatoes, cabbage (pork and cabbage), early 
apples, to eat for "sass," cherries, blackberries, "rozber- 
ries," milk, butter, eggs, and chickens for a stew, fresh 
meat from Glen Arbor when we wanted it, honey, and 
syrup for flapjacks, and Mrs. Burgess — bless her kindly 
heart — baked every other day a batch of the very best 
fresh bread for us, and one evening Millington drove 
around to camp in his wagon with his wife and boy and 
took supper with us, bringing with him a bag of green 
peas and apples, and a two-gallon freezer of ice cream as a 
treat to the boys. "Sech neighbors, sech neighbors !" 
"I'm jest a-tel!in' ye all this" — strictly facts, too — to 
make yer mouth water, and wish you had been with us. 
Another feature of the camp that made it pleasant for 
Old Hickory was the fact that my well-beloved old camp 
comrade. Kelpie, joined us at Traverse City and went over 
and stayed with us till we broke camp, saying at_ the 
wind up, in his deliberate, quiet way, "Hickory, this is 
the best and most satisfactory camp that _we have been 
together in for years" ; and he meant it. His son, George, 
came over and was with us for about a week at the last, 
but if I write down here what the boys said about him, I'm 
afraid he would have to buy a new and larger cap. 
Suffice it, that he's a chip 0' the old block, and we all 
"took a notion to him." 
I had three or four youngsters along from the post 
office — Ed. Kluba, Tom Linehan, Charley Rogers and 
Charley Drott. We called them "the youngsters" because 
none of them were more than half as old as Kelpie or 
I, and, as it was their first camp, they enjoyed themselves 
about to the limit. I would like to say a whole lot of good 
things about them, but I don't want to swell their heads 
too much 'in their "first inning" — most people would 
say "outing," but somehow I never took kindly to the 
word. 
"They fished, an' fished, an' fished, an' fished, an' then 
they fished some more." and they worked like beavers on 
a new dam, and took many a lift of camp work off the 
shoulders of Hickory (for which I thank them, here in 
"the den"), and they are all "dead sot" on trying it again 
next year, C. G. Lloyd, his nephew, Tommy Lloyd, a 
bright, quiet lad of seventeen years and a good boy "clean 
through," and Shelley Rouse, also uncle to Tom, were of 
the party, and were much pleased with the camp and 
surroundings. 
C. G,, as he was called in camp, is one of the Lloyd 
Bros,, wholesale druggists and manufacturing chemists 
of this "village," and is an enthusiastic hunter of mush- 
rooms, toadstools "an' sich" — in fact, he is recognized as 
an authority on fungi, and takes delight in the fact. He 
spends a good part of his time while in camp pokin' round 
through the woods, hunting rare specimens of the mush- 
room family, and when he finds one he is as pleased as 
Tom Linehan was when he caught a 3^-pound small- 
mouth, or Ed. Kluba when he "overcame" a S-pound 
pickerel. Tommy, son of John Uri Lloyd, the author, has 
developed into a "bug hunter," but he only "snared" a 
few moths and "snake feeders," and maybe a "daddy 
long legs" or two while in camp, preferring to put in his 
time with the other Tom (we dubbed them the "two 
Toms")— early and late with his rod. 
Shell Rouse is a prominent lawyer of Covington, Ky,, 
and the most persistent and indefatigable angler that ever 
wielded a rod. Everybody on both sides of the river 
knows Shell, and everybody likes him. 
Geo, J. Murray, the noted patent attorney, needs no 
introduction to the readers of Forest and Stream. It is 
only necessary to remind them that Old Adirondack is 
"the man who got lost in the middle of the road" while 
w^e were in camp a few years ago on Little Manistique 
Lake. He's been lost a few times since, but we always 
manage to find him. The fact is, as he says himself, he has 
no more sense of locality than a three-day-old kitten, and 
if he starts off in the woods by himself, the only way to 
get him back is to tie the end of a ball of twiae to him, 
and when he gets lost — which is usually less than a hun- 
dred yards from camp — he can follow the twine back and 
find himself. 
Altogether, it was a harmonious, brotherly party, and a 
camp to call up in the future pleasant memories — one that 
will bear "doin' over ag'in" next year. 
As to the fishing, we caught small-mouthed bass in 
Glen Lake from 4 pounds down to i^ pounds, and every 
one of them carrying 60 pounds of fight to the square inch, 
and while fishing for minnows in Fisher Lake, we took a 
good many little fellers, from an inch and a half in 
length to three and a half inches, which were tossed back 
in the water to grow up to years of discretion. This 
might raise the question. Are the i^, 3^2 and 4 inch ones, 
all of this year's spawning? 
We got bass, pickerel, barred perch and some bluegills 
in the Upper Fisher Lake, a little lake forming a part of 
the outlet of Glen Lake into Lake Michigan. This lake, 
and Lower Fisher Lake, were reached by boat through 
httle connecting rivers a few rods in length, the upper 
Fisher about forty rods from camp, and the lower one 
a matter of half a mile or less. Toijimy Lloyd got some 
good bass and a pickerel or two out of this lake; the 
bass, however, all big-mouths, which I ha-ve always per- 
sisted in classing "no good" as fighters, when compared 
with their brethren of the lesser mouth. 
Out of Tucker Lake, a small lake nestled in the woods 
a half mile back from the Fisher lakes, grown up with 
waterlilies and grasses, the boys took big-mouths and 
pickerel till they were tired of looking at them. 
Brooks' Lake, another little pond of a hundred rods or 
so in length, lying a few rods back in the woods from 
Glen Lake, on the opposite side from camp, and a couple 
of miles above, was another favorite water for the big- 
mouths, but I think the boys must have cleaned it out, as 
the last time they went to it they brought back only three 
measly little cusses that were barely of age — that is, over 
the length limit. 
These smaller lakes were fished when the big lake was 
too rough to go out in a boat with safety, which was a 
good part of the time. 
Glen Lake is between eight and nine miles long, and 
near four m'iles at the widest point, and the zephyrs from 
Lake Michigan kick up such a sea on it that it was not 
quiet day, as most of them' were in the A, B, C class in 
handling a boat in rough water — or quiet water, either. 
Glen Lake is, I believe, the loveliest lake I have seen in 
all my meanderin's over upper Michigan, its waters as 
perfectly clear and blue as the waters of Lake Michigan 
or Huron, and we were sorry when the time came to 
break camp and leave it. 
But, enough of camp and fishing for the present. I 
may take a notion to go more into details later on and 
rehearse a few fish stories that were told us by our out- 
lying fieighbors that will move Bre'r Hough to take his 
bullhead catfish yarn in his vest pocket and hie him to 
tall timber with enough provisions to last him a year. 
After I got home and had the "calamities" put away 
in the attic and got my "city bearing," I found three 
Forest and Streams waiting for me. I opened up on 
Aug. 3 and turned to the editorial page, I always start in 
on that page, for, like the old G: R. & I. Ry., I always 
find something good on it at both ends and in the middle. 
When I got to the article, "No Authority," I noticed that 
my old friend (?) J. H. Jordan had been up to his old 
tricks, and if Messrs. Geo. B. Carpenter & Co., of Chi- 
cago, escaped his wiles, they are lucky, 
Kingfisher. 
Practical Hints on Fishculture. 
BY DR. JAMES A. HENSHALL. 
(Read before the American Fisheries Society.) 
In the conduct of any operation the smallest matters 
are often the most important, and too much care and 
study cannot be devoted to seemingly unimpcrtant de- 
tails. Very often, also, the simplest devices give better 
practical results than those of more elaborate and com- 
plicated structure. 
In fishculture, especially, is this true, and the more we 
endeavor to follow the methods of nature, and rely on 
the simplest means to that end, the greater will likely be 
our success. Therefore, while the following suggestions 
may embody nothing not already known to some, or all 
fishculturists, they are none the less true and worthy of 
consideration. 
Aerating Screens. 
To begin with the ovum or egg, air is just as necessary 
to the well being and develojjment of the embryo as 
water. In the running water of streams- there is air 
eno,ugh for the necessary aeration or oxygenation of the 
embryo, but in spring water, as it issues from the ground, 
there is very little, if any, free air. 
In fish hatcheries air is furnished usually by a horizon- 
tal aerating screen at the head of the trough, being simply 
a wooden frame with a bottom of perforated tin or zinc. 
This is all right in theory, but in practice I have found 
that the small holes in the. sheet of tin, being cut very 
smoothly, do not permit a flow of water through each 
and every hole as One might suppose. A film or dia- 
phragm of water is thrown over many or most of the 
holes, preventing the water passing through under 
the pressure of water usual in most hatcheries. Under 
these circumstances there may not be sufficient air fur- 
nished to the ova or fry, as the case may be. At all 
events it is well to give them the benefit of the doubt. 
After being convinced of the inefficiency of the aerating 
screen as usually made. I devised one that fully meets all 
requirements. It is constructed as follows: A piece 
of soft roofing tin of the desired size is marked with lines 
an inch apart, both ways of the sheet, and tacked on 
the frame. Where the lines cross, at right angles, a hole 
is made with a six-penny Avire nail from the inside of 
the screen. Thus, in a screen of 10 by 20 inches, inside 
measurement, there will be 200 holes. In driving the nail 
through the tin a shallow dent or depression is made 
around each hole, while on the under side the hole has 
a ragged or broken edge. 
The simple driving of the nail produces just the condi- 
tions that are needed. The water aaturally gravitates 
into the umbilicated margins of the holes, and, passing 
through, is broken up by the ragged edges below, im- 
prisoning the air as it falls into the trough. We thus 
have 200 broken streams of water, the most efficient sys- 
tem of aeration that can be devised, and th.e most simple, 
W^here the screen is made of the perforated zinc or tin 
of the shops, the water pours through but a portion of 
the holes, as before mentioned, and, moreover, has a ten- 
dency to cling to the smooth, under surface of the screen 
bottom, utitil the water from several holes coalesces, and 
by its added weight finally drops into the trough in 
streams of unequal sizes. This condition of affairs is 
patent to any one who has interest or curiosity enough 
to examine into it. 
I consider the commercial perforated zinc or tin a delu- 
sion and a snare for any purpose whatever in fishculture. 
For foot or guard screens it clogs, for reasons before 
given, and the smooth, round holes are a constant temp- 
tation for fry to worm themselves through, whereas, by 
using brass wire cloth the flow of water is free and 
unobstructed, and fry are not so apt to attempt to pass 
through it, and would fail to do so if the mesh were small 
enough. 
Feeding! Fty.i 
I wish to call particular attention to the remarki of W. 
