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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[May 2, 1903. 
tographer and botanist. Yet we behold as we look, only 
some small part of the truth of space, form, color, 
chiaroscuro. Nature is infinite: man is finite, with lim- 
ited senses. What he sees is largely determined before- 
hand by very complex conditions of sense, education and 
faculty, causing variations in what artists call taste. We 
POND EDDY. 
"There's no place like home." 
use sight over an infinity of forms, and the eye remains 
dulled through its use for mere purposes of ordinary safe 
guidance and casual impression. We do not look sharply 
for specific things; and so myriads of objects pass before 
our ej'cs that are actually not seen at all. Hamerton, the 
etcher, states that he drew oxen for twenty years before 
he saw them in the artistic sense. Nearly all men glare, 
and do not behold." 
He looks out at the exquisite view of the river as the 
little sailboats of the early pleasure-seekers began to dot 
the water — the view shown in the accompanying illus- 
tration—and drinks in with carefullest sight, all that fairy- 
like transparence of air and water, and that under-world 
of reflection, seemingly as much below the water as above 
it — ^the whole one of those occasional moments when 
Nature seems to put on her most marvelous costumes, 
robe after robe in quick succession of color and effects of 
atmospheric transfiguration — beautiful as a capricious 
coquette ! 
Adirondack Notes. — IL 
I HAD been at the Adirondack League Club some 
days as Frank's guest, and had fished with him and 
Sanspeur. from Little Moose over to Bisbee Lake and 
beyond, had traveled up to Pinchnose and sat out in 
the sun on that small pond with no result, and had 
taken a few nice fish out of the river and from Panther 
Lake, when I finally made up my mind one cloudy 
morning to go up and try Mountain Pond for a big 
one. The spring had been wet and cold, so that our 
first day between the Lodge and Bisbee was not much 
of a success until late in the afternoon in a small 
pond near our journey's end, we managed to get them 
jumping and for an hour we got some nice half pound 
fish. I think my score for the day was 16, and the 
others a few short of that. In every pond were "land- 
locks," and we found them very apt to jump for our 
feathers, but we got none large enough to kill. Bis- 
bee was a beautiful sheet of water, the home of the 
queer Salmo bisbee; sui generis, we were told, and it 
seems likely. There was almost every variety of trout 
in the lake. I got a beautiful fontinalis there, saw some 
brightly marked and easily distinguishable Bisbee trout, 
heard about the huge brown trout they sometimes find 
basking in the shallow water near shore, and I also 
kept getting mixed up with the small "landlocks." 
Our first night it snowed hard and then hailed, and 
froze so that in the morning ever3'^thing about the place 
was slippery, but Sanspeur wanted to try a fly, and we 
broke enough ice to handle the oars, and while the 
snowflakes were coming down thick and fast if the 
first cast did not bring up two silver ouananiche of 
about three-quarters of a pound. Naturally we put 
them back and went on, and finally a trout came up to 
look things over. But he must have found them a little 
cool for his taste, and once was enough for him. 
Finally, after a couple of flays we went back to the 
lodge and spent our time near by casting along the 
shore for "landlocks," at' which we had little luck, or 
over in Panther and on the river. At the falls I man- 
aged to get a nice little string of fish, one of about a 
pound, hooked in the tail when casting a long line from 
the rocks right at the foot of the falls and somehow 
saved him. It is a curious thing that in swift water 
that way, if you do not let the fish get a start on you, 
one hooked foul gives very little trouble, while in quiet 
water it is wellnigh impossible to do anything with 
him at all. The river fishing here is very fine, and I 
regretted that the height of water made it impossible 
to wade it. Then we tried Grindstone one day, and 
to my great distress found the brook where we started 
entirely too small to whip, but as we went down stream 
it improved and soon we were able to get a few fish. 
It was hard going and the water was not just right, so 
we did not fare well, but found some of the prettiest 
places you ever saw and occasionally a fair trout. The 
fun of the day, however, was lunch at a nice spring 
of a few burned trout that were broiled on a green 
twig over the fire. We all felt as though we never 
wanted to move again, for it was very pleasant there 
where we could hear the splash of the water and see 
the green mantle just creeping and stirring over the 
forest. Oh, it was all very good in the sunshine. Then 
we tramped back through the forest, taking great de- 
light in a gnawed and decaying horn that we found 
on the ground, and the shy flowers that began to peer 
through the brown carpet. We found where the sharp 
toes of the deer had cut into the black mould, and 
one evening Sanspeur saw on one of the carries a 
bunch of five of the graceful animal.^- 
All this had gone before my day at Mountain Pond, 
where I went alone with my strong man, Mr. Tooth- 
acker, as Frank called him, from the unfortunate cir- 
cumstance of his having a swollen" face. We started 
reasonably early and had the pond quite to ourselves. 
Traveling through the woods in the spring has a charm 
quite its own. There is to me none of the crowded 
and oppressed feeling that one has after days in a 
great leafy forest where the sun hardly glances. Here 
the sun just poured down, and you knew that every 
little twig and root was shouting with the joy of it 
all. Little stVeams ran everywhere, and pools shone 
in all the hollows. The bark looked so clean and 
healthy on the big maples and beaches, and the limbs 
high overhead were so great and wide and strong. 
It was along a path among these giants that Mr. 
Toothacker and I traniped, he with his boat upon his 
shoulders, I with a pack basket and my rod. Then 
down through a little glen where was a grove of small 
pines and up a long ridge among the great hardwo.ods 
once more. Finally we found our pond, and realized 
it had been a very fair climb. The boat was put in 
the water, and I tried a cast of No. 8 and No. 6 flies, 
a gray-hackle, black-gnat and Parmachence-belle. The 
latter I expect to always have on my cast, for, tak- 
ing it all in all, it is the most successful fly with me. 
It did not work here, however, for although the water 
was carefully covered, I got no response at all. After 
the experiment had been thoroughly tried \ye heard a 
splash, and there Avas a great widening ring where 
one of the monarchs had jumped; for be it known to 
all who are strangers to Mountain Pond that all its 
denizens are brothers and sisters of just five years of 
age. No small tr'out were caught there while I was at 
the club and none with a fly. The feed here is remark- 
ably good, and as a result the fish are all about of a 
size, Avhich is the very respectable one of two pounds. 
I paddled over to where my friend had exhibited him- 
self and tried a few casts with no result. Then an- 
other rose, I tried a cast over him, but he was too pre- 
occupied to notice. Then I changed to a spinner and 
put a minnow on it. This w^e gave a good try, but 
no use. 
Meanwhile the day was showing us the best of 
weather, first a little breeze and then a black cloud 
and a drizzle of rain with calm water. I finally went 
ashore; and cut . a long pole, set Mr. Toothacker to 
building me a fire, and brewing some tea, while I 
picked; out a- likely spot in the deep water, where the 
bushes near shore could be reached, sunk my pole in 
the mud, piit on a sinker and some common worms 
and descended to bottom fishing. The boat seemed to 
do nothing but swing around, and every time there 
was a nibble it was a weed. So I looked in my bait 
box again for an inspiration, cut up a few fishes and 
chummed, and then tried a piece of minnow for bait. 
No use. So discouraged I went back to shore to satisfy 
the rather insistent .devil that Hves inside of us all, and 
also to think up something new. I was clearly beaten. 
Other fellows had gone up there and caught fish. Not 
many to be sure, but where they could, I should. Well, 
thought I, if it can't be done at all I may as well fail 
on flies, and so after lunch went back to the feathered 
cheats. Taking a very light leader I put on a small 
salmon fly picked up once in Wales. It was like a 
fairy tied on a No. 8 hook, and to hold a salmon would 
be a pretty big task for it, but it was just right in color. 
Then I anchored at my pole so as the paddle would 
not show in the water, and when a fish rose within 
reach, and only then, would I throw over him. In this 
way I got two strikes and missed both by being over 
careful, and as the afternoon wore away had to 
acknowledge a fair and square defeat in a good battle. 
One can see afterwards what one should have done, 
but it is doubtful if even the after thoughts would have 
been helpful. But a defeat, if it be a good one, is a 
very healthy thing. Even the long black laker I caught 
that evening in crossing Moose Lake, Frank's young 
hopeful had two mates for on the boat house dock; 
and so the youngest one in the club beat me that day, 
which I have to consider the best one of a red-letter 
week. G. F. D., Jr. 
New Found Lake Fishing. 
For some years, soon after the ice goes out, a party 
of us have gone to Rogers' at the Hebron end of New 
Found. We all hope to catch both salmon and trout; 
sometimes the fish do not respond as freely as they 
should. There is one thing we are absolutely sure of, and 
that is a good time, fish or no fish. 
This year many of the old crowd were on hand, also a 
few new men. The Granite State was well represented. 
The able Speaker of the recent House of Representatives 
was on hand and showed his ability as an angler by 
catching some fish and taking home more than he caught. 
The ever-smiling General was there (we could not do 
without him). It was entirely the fault of the fish if he 
failed to maintain his reputation as an angler. The King- 
fisher from Bristol, who also answers to the name of the 
Early Bird, was very much in evidence. We all had to 
take off our hats to him. How we wore out the waters of 
the bay in our efforts to get fish, and how irritating to 
our feelings it was to see the Early Bird meander slowly 
about in front. or behind our boats, or in fact anywhere 
v.herc it was wet, and take fish after fish. We had 
thoughts of locking him up in the Hebron jail (only we 
did not know where it was), or making him fish with an 
unbaited hook. 
There was among others in the party who helped to 
make the trip pleasant, Gorgeous, who is said to own or 
manage a certain crossroads bank in one of Boston's 
suburbs. The Parson came with the bank man. Now, 
the Parson looked to be all the name implied. Gorgeous 
said that at home his friends called him a cold-blooded 
sport. 
The clerk of the weather played a continuous low down 
mean trick on us. It was cold enough every day to 
freeze our lines to both rod and reel, and windy enough 
to blow the fur off a hedgehog. Nevertheless we kept 
on so nagging those trout and salmon that some of them 
were forced to strike. We spent many hours in Rogers' 
comfortable rooms; mild games of chance were indulged 
in; everyone professed absolute ignorance of penny ante 
and auction pitch, the Parson most of all. In the interim 
of card playing we discussed the merits of various lures ; 
some favored the prickly phantom, others the old- 
fashioned minnow. One night a couple of Hebron girls 
appeared. We promptly named them the Silver and the 
Dark Phantoms. A great rumpus they kicked up among 
the juvenile members of our party. My boatman was an 
irrepressible youth whom I took up with me, and who 
answrers to the name of Grover Cleveland Barnard. 
After Grover became acquainted with the female phan- 
toms he ceased to be useful as a boatman. The only 
times he would keep my boat on anything like a straight 
course was when we were headed for the landing near 
Rogers' house. The Parson was fully as idiotic as 
Grover. I was told that the parting between the Parson 
and the Silver Phantom was very much like the disen- 
tangling of the phantom from a landing net when one is 
in a hurry and the water is rough. 
The fish caught, up to the time of my leaving, averaged 
smaller than on previous trips. Seven and one-half 
pounds was high on salmon and nine and a half on trout. 
On the mornin.ac of our departure the weather changed, 
and the Early Bird said: "There will now be some fish- 
ing." We left him to prove his statement, and prove it he 
did. I send the scores he made on the day we left and 
the one following: April 22, three trout of seven pounds 
each, one of six, two salmon of three pounds each. April 
23, one trout of twelve pounds, one eleven, one of eight, 
two of seven, two of six, one of five; one salmon of 
seven pounds, one of six, one of five, and one of three. 
Our trip to old New Found is ended for this year; we 
were soriy to leave, On our drive from Hebron to the 
train at Bristol the youthful Grover was in a whimpering 
condition. Even that tough old veteran, the General, 
could only smile in ghastly manner. May we all meet at 
the same place next year when the ice goes out, is. I am 
sure, the wish of all. C. M. Stark. 
DuNBARTON, N H , April 24. 
New England Waters. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
In my last communication I mentioned "interesting 
information from New Hampshire." In answer to in- 
quiries. Commissioner Nathaniel Wentworth writes: 
"The State Commission has been put on a salary 
basis — the chairman to have $1,000 a year and ex- 
penses, the other members $800 each and expenses." 
The sale of lake trout has been prohibited, and the 
season for taking them in Lakes Winnepesseogee and 
Winisquam has been shortened. I have already men- 
tioned that the license fee for non-resident hunters 
seeking large game is $10. He says further: "We have 
got an appropriation of $7,500 to build a new hatchery 
at Lacpnia. We have got appropriations to put in 
eleven different screens; the amounts for these are from 
$75 to $1,500. * * The brook trout fishing is firte this 
spring in the southern part of the State." They are 
having great luck on salmon and lake trout. 
W. H. Griffin, of Manchester, got home to-night 
from a two days' trip to Newfound Lake with 17 sal- 
mon and lakers. 
Chairman Wentworth has labored long and faith- 
fully, literally "casting bread upon the waters." We 
rejoice that the Granite State has at last recognized 
the value of his labors and those of his colleagues on 
the State Board. The citizens of New Hampshire are 
only just beginning to realize the benefits to be derived 
from judicious stocking of the lakes and streams. Re- 
ports from several of her fishing resorts indicate a good 
season this year. 
At Newfound Lake the hotels are reported full of 
fishermen. Dr. J. A. Gage and Dr. James Thorpe, of 
Lowell, several from Manchester, Mr. C. M. Stark, of 
Dunbarton, and Messrs. E. E. Allen, of Watertown, 
Mass., and Edward W. Morse, of Brookline, have 
taken trout and salmon varying from 3 pounds to 6^4 
pounds in weight. 
Miss Mary A. Rogers, of Hebron, has taken a 7- 
pound salmon. W. E. Patenaude, of Dedham, has cap- 
tured five trout, the largest 6 pounds, and three salmon. 
From the Weirs comes the report that ice left the 
lake about two weeks earlier than usual, and good suc- 
cess has rewarded the fishermen, of whom the follow- 
ing are names of several from Boston: H. A. Pitman, 
A. P. Morse, A. J. Kohler and Dr. Brown. 
It is observed that this year more salmon than trout 
have been taken; one salmon weighing 11 pounds be- 
ing captured within sight of the Weirs. Previous to 
the cold spell last week sportsmen had excellent 
catches at Meredith Bay and Alton Bay. From the 
three northern counties of the State we shall expect 
to hear soon after May i, when the season will be open 
in Carroll, Coos and Grafton counties. 
Maine has been called a "sportsman's paradise," and 
New Hampshire is offering great attractions to ang- 
lers, and possibly deer hunters might "go farther and 
fare worse," thanks to the commissioners and their 
co-laborers among the sportsmen of the State. 
The lakes of southern Maine have already attracted 
many devotees of rod and reel. On Sebago, by a 
change in the law, made last winter, the fishing opened 
April I, instead of at such time as the ice left the lake, 
as heretofore. The largest salmon so far reported 
was caught by Master Edward Oilman, a 12-year-old 
son of Mr. George Oilman, of Cumbei'land Mills. Oth- 
ers taken vary in weight from 10 to 14 pounds. Last 
year the commissioners planted two large consign- 
ments of salmon fry in the lake, and a hatchery is soon 
to be built on the lake, so the prospects are bright for 
the best of salmon fishing in the near future. The ac- 
cessibility of this lake has made it a favorite resort 
for many Boston anglers, among them Judge S. A. 
Bolster, of the Roxbury District Court. The ice left 
the Belgrade lakes on April 8, and several fishermen 
have captured a few trout— the largest reported weigh- 
ing AVi pounds. 
Several Massachusetts sportsmen have had excep- 
tionally good luck at Greene Lake, in Hancock county. 
In the party are Messrs. E. S. Farmer, N. J. Hardy, 
Chief of Police A. S. Harriman, of Arlington: Dr, 
Fred Lowe and Rev. J. C. Jaynes, of West Newton. 
