Forest and Stream. 
A Weekly Journal of the Rod and Gun. 
Copyright, 1903, m Forest and Stream Publishing Co. 
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NEW YORK, SATURDAY, APRIL 11, 1903. 
VOL. LX.— No. 15. 
No. 846 Broadway, New York. 
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You can never afford to forget, for one moment what is the 
object of our forest policy. That object is not to preserve the 
forests because they are beautiful, though that is good m itself; 
nor because they are refuges for the wild creatures of the wilder- 
ness, though, that, too, is good in itself; but the primary object 
of our forest policy, as of the land policy of the United States 
is the making of prosperous homes. It is part of the traditional 
policy of home making of our country. Every other consideration 
comes as secondary. The whole effort of the Government in 
dealing with the forests must be directed to this end, keeping in 
view the fact that it is not only necessary to start the homes as 
prosperous, but to keep them so. That is why the forests have got 
to be kept. Yon can start a prosperous home by destroying the 
forests, but you cannot keep it prosperous that way .-President 
Roosevelt. 
TIME TO GO. 
As THE fancy of the young man is supposed in spring- 
time lightly to turn to tiioughts of love, so does the 
mind of the enthusiastic angler delight at this season to 
dwell upon prospective fishing trips and anticipated sport 
with the. denizens of river, lake and brook. These are the 
days when one angler meeting another is pretty sure to 
propound the query: "Well, are you ready to go 
a-fishing?" or "Have you looked over your fishing 
tackle?" Or perhaps he will simply make the sententious 
remark: "The fish ought to bite pretty well to-day." 
The reply is sure to be cheery and, if time permits, a pro- 
tracted exchange of angling experiences in the past is 
likely to follow. Unquestionably there is a strong band of 
sympathy existing between true anglers, a fact which 
may be primarily due to the understanding that both are 
enthusiasts in the same field, but which is nevertheless 
greatly strengthened and emphasized by an accompanying 
feeling of good fellowship. 
Americans have always manifested a strong inclination 
for fishing, and even the aborigines were successful fisher- 
men. It is said that when the Pilgrims went to King 
James for their charter they told him that they desired 
to go to the new world to worship God and catch fish. 
In view of these facts it is not to be wondered at, per- 
haps, that the amusement is a very popular one at the 
present day and that it seems to be gaining in favor from 
year to year. The assertion has been made that the secret 
of the infatuation of this amusement to most or many 
anglers is to be found in the close and quiet communion 
and sympathy with nature which is essential to the pur- 
suit of the spoil of the water, and no doubt this is' true. 
The tourist views only the outside of the country through 
which he hurriedly passes, but the angler is brought very 
close to the flower, bird and insect life of the fields and 
woods, and unconsciously becomes familiar with m.any of 
the secrets of natur-e which remain hidden from the aver- 
age man. That a person is benefited by such close con- 
tact with nature cannot be disputed; for, as Washington 
Iriving says: "There is certainly something in angling 
that tends to produce a gentleness of spirit and a pure 
sincerety of mind." 
It matters little whether the angler be an enthusiast on 
brook trout or one who prefers to entice the gamy black 
bass, the savage pickerel or the lordly muskallonge, the 
advent of spring and the thought that the fishing season 
is near at hand are sure to enliven him and cause the 
blood to course more rapidly through his veins. 
Among expert fishermen angling is commonly spoken 
of as an art, and those who have had the most ex- 
perience in handling the rod are the most firm in the be- 
lief that it deserves thus to be designated. Certainly it 
requires fully as much time, attention and patience to be- 
come thoroughly proficient in angling as it does to acquire 
a fair knowledge of almost any one of the fine arts. 
Furthennore, when a man does become an expert angler 
he has the pleasing consciousness- that he is possessed of 
richly earned knowledge, which it is riot given to everj'- 
one to possess, and the ability to catch ^sh where others 
would fail, and in this respect, at least, he is as truly an 
artist as he who applies colors to canvas or evokes m.usic 
from a stringed instrument. Izaak Walton says : "Doubt 
not, therefore, sir, but that angling is an art, and an art 
worth your learning. The question is rather, whether 
you be capable of learning it, for angling is somewhat 
like poetry, men are born so ; I mean with the inclination 
to it, though both may be heightened by discourse and 
practice, but he that hopes to be a good angler must not 
only bring an inquiring, searching, observing wit, but he 
must bring a large measure 'of hope and patience, and 
a love and propensity to the art itself; but having once 
got and practiced it, then doubt not but angling will prove 
to be so pleasant that it will prove to be, like virtue, a re- 
ward to itself." 
COLONEL GEO. S. ANDERSON. 
Those who are interested in the Yellowstone National 
Park will remember that for seven years Capt. Geo. S. 
Anderson, of the Sixth Cavalry, was the Superintendent 
of that reservation. During this long term of service he 
did work there far better than had ever been done befgre, 
bringing up the management of the Park to a very high 
state of efficiency. For the first few years of his 
service he was heavily handicapped by the inefficiency of 
Congress, which neglected to pass any law governing the 
Park, but when this omission had been remedied, he made 
his name a terror to the evildoers who had long, swarmed 
about the reservation and striven at every opportunity to 
prey upon it. 
After Capt. Anderson's long siiperintendency of the 
Park, which extended over about twice the term of any 
previous Superintendent's career there, the Spanish war 
broke out, and he was ordered into the field, and served 
in Cuba. Later, as Colonel of a regiment of volunteers, 
he served in the Philippine Islands for a term of years, 
and with his regiment performed extraordinary services 
in pacifying the district which he commanded. It is re- 
lated that his regiment, recruited largely from the moun- 
taineers of Kentucky, Tennessee and Missouri, was a body 
of giants— men so large that the ordinary clothing issued 
by the War Department to its troops could not be worn 
by them without various cuttings and slashings to give 
room within the clothing for their huge frames. It is said 
that their energy, strength and endurance were as great 
as their size, so that they chased the Filipinos over the 
mountains at such a rate that the natives actually became 
tired out and surrendered, and that if it ever came to a 
battle the small natives who were not killed in the fight 
afterward died of fright on recognizing the size of the 
men to' whom they had been opposed. All these, however, 
may be travelers' tales told to us merely to excite the 
wonder of stay-at-home bodies. At all events, Colonel 
Anderson and the regiment he commanded did th^ir work 
and did it well- 
It is but a few months since Col. Anderson's regiment 
was mustered out and returned to the United States. He 
is now stationed in Washington at the new War College. 
The soldieriy qualities— his gallantry, his good judg- 
ment and his superb capacity for handling men— which 
enabled Col. Anderson to perform such splendid service 
in his profession have been recognized by the War De- 
partment and have earned him deserved promotion. Cap- 
tain about the time of the breaking out of the Spanish 
war, he has won in a few years the ranks of Major and 
Lieutenant-Colonel, and has now received his promotion 
as Colonel in the Regular Army. 
The death of Major General William H. Jackson, 
of Belle Meade, Tenn., deprives the Boone and 
Crockett Club of one of its most valued members, and 
the United States of a soldier who once performed 
an act which, beyond question, is unique. General 
Jackson is believed to have been the only man. who, 
single-handed, ever attacked and killed a grizzly bear 
with a sabre. 
The occurrence, as we have heard him relate it, was 
as follows: About fifty years ago General Jackson, 
then a young lieutenant attached to a regiment of 
Dragoons, was traveling with a detachment of his 
regiment oil the plains. A grizzly bear was startled 
and began to run away. Lieut.. Jackson at once ap- 
plied to his commanding officer fof permission to at- 
laek the beast, and after some hesi'tstion his request: 
wa^s granted. The young: offoer was riding u 'K%n%mhx 
thoroughbred of great speed and courage, which was 
blind of its right eye. The horse readily overtook the 
animal, and riding close to it on his horse's blind side, 
Lieut. Jackson leaned over and struck its neck a terrible 
blow with his sabre, and then rode on. Turning, he 
again charged the bear, which was now as eager to 
get hold of him as before it had been to get away. 
The rider again rode to the left of the bear, and as it 
rose to meet him struck it on the head with such force 
that the sabre cut so deep into the bone that it could not 
be released. The bear struck and cut the horse, but 
did not hold him, and Lieut. Jackson, making a circle, 
saw the bear fall dead before it had gone many steps 
from the spot. Such strength, courage and readiness 
had these men of earlier days. 
Gen. Jackson was a typical soldier and Southern gen- 
tleman of a type that is now fast passing away. 
In the death of Mr. Joseph Park last week. New 
York has lost one of its most eminent and worthy 
"citizens, and one who perhaps had a larger acquaint- 
ance among old New Yorkers than almost any one 
who can be named. Mr. Park had lived in New York 
for more than seventy years, and for nearly sixty years 
had conducted the successful business, the name of 
which is so familiar to all New Yorkers. He was 
prominent in many large business affairs, was an ex- 
tensive landowner at his home in Rye, N. Y., where 
he conducted a model farm, in which he "took the great- 
est interest, was prominent in charitable matters, aild 
was in all respects a good man and a citizen of the 
best type. To the poor Mr. Park gave freely, not 
money alone, but that ready sympathy and advice which 
so often is far more helpful than money. His kindly 
presence will be sadly missed by them. [ 
m. 
Prof. L. D. Sharp, of the Boston University, preach- 
ing in the First Methodist Church of that city, the other 
: Sunday, declared that no woman who wears a sea gull 
or a song bird in her hat can ever get to Heaven. 
Rev. John Brown, of the Wesleyan Methodist Church, 
in Wabash, Ind., preached the same doctrine, warning 
his woman hearers that "no woman who wears plumes 
on her hat can ever hope to enter the Kingdom of 
Heaven." Whereupon four women of the congrega- 
tion, right then and there, took the feathers from their 
hats and threw them into the stove. The bird protec- 
tion committee of the AudubOn Society would do_ well 
to enlist the services of Mr. Brown as a spellbinder 
for the cause. ^ 
Word comes from Goshen, N. Y., of the death of 
Harrison W. Nanny, whose pen name of Wawayanda 
twenty years ago was familiar to readers of Forest 
AND Stream. Mr. Nanny was a well-known lawyer; 
for several terms he was the president of Goshen, and 
in the beautiful parks which the village owes to him 
he has left an enduring memorial of his public services. 
His age was fifty-eight. Mr. Nanny was all his life 
an enthusiasric angler and student of nature. It was 
his fortune to live in that charming region of Orange 
County which was made famous by Frank Foi ester; 
and lured by its attractions, he spent many happy days 
in camp. He knew the Warwick Woodlands better 
than Herbert had known them, and wrote of them, 
some of us used to think, with much more Sympathy 
and appealing sentiment. He was a man of wide read- 
ing, a student of local history; his were scholarly tastes 
and a cultured mind. It is to such a one that angling 
has most to give, and to him the camp by the lake 
and the river means plain living and high thinking. 
*5 
Maine has adopted the long talked of non-resident 
license system. The fee is $iS ; and the licensee has the 
privilege of exporting on coupon one moose and two deer. 
The proceeds are to go to protecting game, paying dam- 
ages done to crops by deer, and raising the salaries of 
the commissioners. We print elsewhere from a special 
correspondent the full text of the law, and a statement oi 
the reasons which have prompted its enactment. 
•e 
Massachusetts has extended as a permianent law tht 
statute forbidding the sale of ruffed grouse and quail. 
Never was the wisdom of the non-sale system more con- 
vincingly demonstrated than it has been in Massachusetts, 
and viQ bth%t eettrse for the ftvture was fe© be Ie9ke4 io? 
