June 20, 1903.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
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Mr. H. C. Kennedy, Brooktyn, is arranging Camp 
Bijou for the arrival of Mrs. Kennedy and tlieir two 
■daughters. Mr. Henry H. Roeloffs, of Philadelphia, 
with a party of five, is in his camp, Flosroe, at the 
'Narrows above Haines Landing. Several old-timers 
yet remain and are getting a good number of fish on 
Rangeley Lake. 
Writing to the Boston Herald of to-day regarding 
fires, Capt. F. C. Barker says: "It is to be regretted 
that erroneous reports should have been sent from this 
vicinitj^ for while the forests have suffered, it was not 
any of the woods sections frequented by the summer 
visitor to the lakes, except the near vicinity of Carnp 
Bemis, and above this point the forest is not marred. 
The Round Mountain Lake camps that were burned 
(three of them) early in the spring, have been rebuilt 
and have a good number of guests, among them Mr. 
and Mrs. E. M. Messenger, son and others from Win- 
chester, Mass. This lake is at a high altitude, and as 
the writer can testify from personal acquaintance, the 
camps are delightfully situated. I passed a few days 
there very pleasantly in the days of the man who built 
them, that veteran woodsman (once at Tim Pond), 
Kennedy Smith. They are twelve miles by buckboard 
road from Eustis. Twenty years ago the writer went 
from Eustis, 17 miles, to King and Bartlett lakes, which 
were opened this year. May 20. They can be reached 
now from Atteau Lake. Mr. Henry Seymour, with 
several friends from New York, is getting good luck 
on the lakes and on Spencer stream. If the fishing on 
the stream is what it used to be one can get the limit 
in an hour's fishing in a certain pool I know. 
I am in receipt of a letter to-day from Mr. A. B. F. 
Kinney, written from Greenville Junction, Me., in which 
he writes: "The fire stories from here have been very 
much exaggerated. At all events they are all out 
now. I have been coming here for 25 years and never 
saw the fishing any better than it is now. Speckled 
trout are taking the fly fine, and to catch all the lakers 
by trolling is no trick at all. * * * I have not seen 
the sun for two days." . . 
Grand Lake stream is now open to fly-fishing, and is 
furnishing good sport to a good number of anglers, 
who average from 6 to 12 daily, from 2V2 to 31/^ pounds 
in weight. The burning of the fine club house of the 
Englewood Club, with the surrounding forests, is great- 
ly regretted by the members, and they have the sympa- 
thy of all Boston sportsmen. Ex-Mayor Henry E. 
Cobb, of Newton, one of the members, lost his fine 
summer home at Musquash, N. B., and he has gone 
there to do what he can to relieve the distress of the 
inhabitants of that vicinity. 
Mr. Danforth informs me that Warren I. Hixon, ot 
Lynn, recently took from Dan Hole Pond, N. H., a 
iVpound and an S^/a-pound salmon, and his companion. 
Mr. George E. Hanscom, of Maiden, took one of 7 
and one of 5 pounds. Mr. Frank B. Moore, of N.'vv- 
ton Highlands, has taken from Newfound Lake salm jn 
of 5 and 6 pounds, and a 4-pound trout. 
Centra I -. 
Fire Made with a Gun, 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
Mr. Hough, in the current number, gives me the 
'fir.st information of the fate of Mr. Egan, the railroad 
•officer, who was lost in Montana last November; since 
he was first reported to be lost. I have often thought 
that when the snow had left this spring his body would 
ibe found at the bottom of one of those ravines that 
•cross that country in every direction. I have been in 
the country and I cannot call to mind now any place 
.m the West, and I know the whole of the West pretty 
\well, where a worse place could be found to get lost in. 
Had Mr. Egan, when he found himself lost, got up 
'on as high a point as he could find and then started 
■a fire, one that would give plenty of smoke, he no 
'doubt would be alive to-day. Some of the parties who 
were out looking for him probably passed within a 
mile of where his body lay frozen under the snow, for 
'.he no doubt froze to death. 
I remember a similar case that happened many years 
•ago; A party of us mounted men were out in what 
is now Stonewall count}'-, Texas, on a hunt and scout; 
■and while we were lying over a day in camp a number 
•of men went off in different directions on foot to hunt. 
A norther came up late in the afternoon, and at dark 
when all the men should have been back, one of them 
'.was still missing. 
It began to snow; but only enough snow fell to 
whiten the ground; but it would be ot no use for us to 
try to find that man after night. We kept up a good 
signal fire all night, but he did not come in, and early 
the next morning four of us, all that in our lieutenant's 
opinion could be sent without any danger 6i us get- 
ting lost in our turn, were sent out, each man by him- 
self, to hunt up the missing man, we going mounted. 
I had gone nearly six miles from camp directly to- 
ward the Double Mountains, when just ahead of me, 
up on the top of a rocky ridge, I noticed a gray wolf 
acting rather curiously. He seemed to be interested 
in something down on the other side of the ridge. I • 
sent a shot at him, but missed him, and he left. Climb- 
ing up to where the wolf had been, I found m}^ man. 
He lay just below me and between this ridge and a 
higher one. He had fallen down oft from where I 
stood now late the last night, he told me; then had 
laid here ever since. He was not hurt much when I 
came to examine him. He had found himself lost late 
the evening before, then had wandered around until 
he had fallen here. He was still half frozen and did 
not have energy enough left to get up and hunt the 
camp. 
"Why did j-ou not start a fire last night?" I asked. 
"Had you put one on the side of that hill up there, we 
could have seen it and then found you. The camp is in 
sight of this hill." 
He had no matches, he said. 
"You did not need any; you had a gun and pistol. 
Now let me start one for you." 
I had matches, but did not use them. I took the 
greasy rag I used for a gun stopper, then taking a 
small piece of paper folded both and thrust them in 
under a small log; then holding mv pistol with thr 
muzzle a few inches away from this stuff, I fired into 
it just , once, then blew on it, and had a fire without 
matches. 
After I had got the man warmed up a little, I put 
him on my horse, and we went home. 
Mr. Egan may not have had any matches, either, 
but he was too old a hunter to need them; he no 
doubt knew of this trick, and had he not been stunned 
from a fall, could have used it. I had not supposed 
that there was a man living who was in the habit of 
using a gun, but would know how to start a fire this 
way. I found men right in that camp, though, who 
did not know it, or at least had never thought of it. 
Cabia Blanco. 
A Close Time Incident. 
RiCHFORD, Vt, May 26. — Editor Forest and Stream: 
Recently while out for a constitutional stroll over the 
hills near this village, accompanied by a couple of young 
setters, Bruce and Grouse, and our irrepressible fox ter- 
rier, Bob, I passed through a small piece of woods with 
all of the dogs close in-to-heel when a hen partridge 
(ruffed grouse) jumped up from almost under my feet 
with a great whir-r-r and boom, at the same time scatter- 
ing in all directions her numerous brood of young chicks. 
Bob immediately gave chase after the fluttering mother 
bird, while the chicks (some of them had landed on their 
backs) picked themselves up, and, instead of trying to 
hide, young partridge fashion, they ran up to my feet as 
for protection. I picked one of them up and it nestled 
itself in a confiding way in my hand -and looked up to 
my face with a fearless bright little ej^e. After holding 
ir for a moment, I replaced it on the ground and turned 
my head to look at the dogs. Bruce, who is field broken, 
had dropped to flush when the old bird rose, and Grouse, 
a litter brother of Bruce (unbroken and having had no 
field work) was giving an object lesson of what heredi- 
tary instinct will teach a well bred setter to do under 
such circumstances. He was standing at a stanch point, 
with his nose down within a foot of one of the chicks, 
v/hich was sitting quietly on a large dead leaf. After 
watching them for a few moments, I backed away from 
the spot and called to the dogs to come-to-heel. Bruce 
obeyed, but Grouse held his point immovable. After call- 
ing to him several times I walked up to him and placed 
my hand on his back. He was as rigid as a piece of 
m.arble. I rubbed him down a few times and calling him 
a good fellow, took him up in my arms and moved away 
from the spot. As soon as he was away from the scent 
he relaxed, and as I dropped him to the ground he showed 
by his actions that he knew that he had done a good 
thing, and that he had discovered a new source of pleasure 
— hitherto an unknown pleasure. 
There were a dozen or more of those chicks and there 
can be no doubt that the nest where they were hatched 
was ••nder a small evergreen bush from under which the 
rid bird jumped. The chicks must have been newly 
hatched or they would not have been so tame and unso- 
])histicated, as my former experience has been that when 
young grouse are disturbed, they will quicklj^ secrete 
themselves under the dead leaves or some other con- 
venient cover. 
I went on in the direction taken by the old bird and 
soon found Bob under some second growth hemlocks, 
where he seemed to think that his game had treed. Call- 
ing him to heel, we went out into the cleared pasture, so 
as to not further disturb that interesting family, though 
we may soon pay them another visit with a camera. 
Stanstead. 
Sport's Fatal Point. 
Jefferson Barracks, Mo., June 11. — Editor Forest and 
Stream: Observing the inclosed article in my St. Louis 
Republic of a day or two since, and thinking you might 
find something of interest therein, I take the liberty of 
forwarding it. Please be careful to keep it separate from 
articles discussing the "Intelligence of Wild Animals," as 
I do not wish to complicate that discussion by furnishing 
a basis to the possible theory that the quail lured this set- 
ter to his destruction by giving scent at the instant he 
was on the track and the car in sight. 
Wm. F. Flynn. 
Because Sport, an Irish setter dog, belonging to M. A. 
Klein, of No. 2807 Accomac street, was too tenacious on 
a point, he lost his life, and judgment for $200 was en- 
tered yesterday in Judge Taylor's division of the Circuit 
Court against the St. Louis Transit Company for the 
dog's death. 
On May 23, 1902, Sport discovered some birds on the 
street near his master's home, and imemdiately assumed 
the attitude taken by hunting dogs when they discover 
game. When a bird is sighted the dog stops, and remains 
standing with one of his fore paws raised and his eyes 
fixed on the bird. This is called pointing. Sport, like 
many other hunting dogs, was very stanch on point, or 
hard to be made to leave his position until the game had 
been disposed of. 
Unfortunately for Sport, two things occurred in his 
case. One was that when he sighted the birds he was 
on the car track. The other was that a California avenue 
car was bearing down upon him. 
Sport either did not see the car, or, seeing it, heeded it 
not. 
The remainder of Sport's life was contained in the fol- 
lowing questions put by Attorney J. Carter Carstens to the 
motorman : 
■'Did you not hear a grinding and breaking of bones?" 
Klein brought suit in Justice Hanley's court for dam- 
ages about two months after Sport's remains had been 
laid to rest. A change of venue was taken to Justice 
Walkers court, which is now presided over by Justice 
Griffin. From there it was taken to Justice Billhartz's 
court and back to Justice Griffin's court and then back to 
Justice Spaulding's court, where it was tried. 
Klein placed Sport's value at $300 and asked for $200 
punitive damages in addition. The evidence did not war- 
rant punitive damages, and Attorney Carstens amended 
by eliminating the claim for punitive compensation. The 
jury, however, returned a verdict for $450 and the Transit 
Company appealed. 
The evidence showed that Sport possessed other ndtuir- 
able qualities beside being a stanch pointer. One of 
these was his ability to play on the piano. 
At the beliest of his master's wife he would "take a 
position before the instrument and pound on the keys 
with his paws and howl in accompaniment. He appeared 
to enjoy the melody or medley, and there was no doubt 
but that it was enjoyed by the children of the neighbor- 
hood, who would gather on the pavement to hear him. 
A Moose Tfansaction* 
James McQuarters, a constable at Glasston, was ar- 
rested several days ago on a warrant charging him with 
having protected' game in his possession, and before 
Justice Ball, at St. Thomas, was fined $50. 
The arrest of McQuarters is a sequel to the moose kill- 
ing episode at Glasston some time ago, when Farmer 
Raedel was arrested on a charge of killing a moose. 
Raedel lives some distance from Glasston, and it appears 
that before the moOse was killed McQuarters and a party 
of four Glasston men started in pursuit of the animal, 
which had been discovered in a grove near Glasston. 
Before they reached the Raedel place, his mooseship had 
been killed. McQuarters is charged with representing to 
the farmer that he represented the game warden and had 
authority from him to take the carcass of the moose or 
to collect $50 from him. Farmer Raedel did not feel like 
giving up the money, so decided to give McQuarters the 
hide, the head and part of the meat. Naturally the party 
returned to Glasston well satisfied with the trip, even if 
Farmer Raedel had got the shot at the moose. Mr. Rae- 
del was not entirely satisfied, and he took a statement in 
writing from McQuarters in which it was stated that he, 
McQuarters, represented the game warden and that Rae- 
del was exonerated from all blame in connection with the 
killing. When he was arrested later for killing the moose 
he showed this document, and it was on his statement that 
Game Warden C. A. Hale swore out the warrant for 
the arrest of McQuarters on a charge of having portions 
of the moose in his possession. Violators of the State 
game laws have begun to realize that the law is to be 
observed in the northern district of the State, and in 
his efforts to enforce the laws Mr. Hale will have the 
assistance of every true sportsman in the State. — Grand 
Forks (N. D.) Herald. 
Proprietors of fishing resorts will find it profitable to kdvertiw 
them in Fokxst and Stkeam. 
Canoel and Camp Life Along the 
Delaware River* 
Xn, — The Two Harps. 
"He has discovered beneath him the wonderfullest Earth, with 
her winter snowstorms and her summer spice-airs, and himself, 
most wonderful of all, standing there." — Carlyle. 
"Nature ceases to be the mirror of man, only to make man its 
mirror."— Article on Landscape, Edinburgh Review, January, 1901. 
The seven disciples who went a-fishing and cast their* 
nets all night without success, found their Master when 
morning came; and then obtained over one hundred and 
fifty large fish. There is a vital sense in which like ex- 
periences may be had by the true angler, right along the 
Delaware. We have taken five large bass this 
morning in the Benekill channel of the river at 
the Water Gap, and from near the submerged 
log at the foot of the island just above Susque- 
hanna Bridge. The sport was very fine ; but as we smoke 
after noon-day luncheon beside the shore spring, and note 
all the views of clouds and hills, water, foliage and wild 
roses, we realize anew that our greatest pleasure springs 
from contemplation of the novel and attractive environ- 
ment. This feeling leads to a long conversation, which I 
submit without giving its actual dialogue. 
There is a "fine and beautiful alliance" between the 
scale and variation of thought, feeling and emotion which 
dwell and reign in the hearts and souls of men, and the 
change, fantasy, grace and mystery of the moods and 
aspects in Nature. Life as mystic as the spirit man feels 
within himself, dwells in the leaf he may pluck and crush; 
and departs when death broods over and claims it as its 
green changes to gold, and the gold changes to brown of 
vegetable mould. 
This truth is carried out into the w'hole world. There 
was gladness and laughter in the landscape here at sun- 
rise. Now, at noon-day, happiness, contentment, satisfied 
being, are well defined by natiire's aspects as we smoke on 
the shore. And it is eye-music! 
The harmonies waked by a really great orchestra, as 
they rise, die away, float and live softly _ in unexpected 
strains and phrases, now straying in rills apart, then 
gathering volume until the stormy melody pulsates 
through "and shatteiis all the air, have countless moods in 
them — the glee of dancers, the calm fire of golden sunsets, 
the joy of bridals, the madness and lust of conquest — 
myriads of mystic impressions and feelings of which the 
soul is capable, yet which were never expressed in w^ords, 
and never can be! Yet they are summoned when the 
baton of Thomas or Gericke, wand-like, directs the action 
of a hundred skilled performers, and uses their power in 
unity. Tinkling lyres as of underground rivulets; bellow- 
ing "of storms ! From the magic realms of harmony, un- 
seen sound-birds soar, circle, beat their \vings on anvil 
and drum, and hover like butterflies over violins, tlutes 
and oboes! Calls of cornets, boom of artillery, fainting 
flutter of foliage., music of flowing water, lark-calls so 
far away that their cadences seem delicate and fine as the 
breath you breathe ! The little human brain directing 
the hand that wields the baton, summons at will the whole 
forces of Nature — the rivers, the mountains, the winds ! 
It is really the playing of a giant harp. 
Now, if an unplayed harp, tuned in proper chords, is set 
amid the musicians, the harp-strings will vibrate and 
sound in sympathy with the general being of the har- 
monies from all the instruments. Its soul, waked to 
life, i^; being played upon, and gives glad, loving answer 
