Nov. 14, 1903.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
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by all lovers of sport with rod or gun, spent the past 
season in the Sault Ste. Marie region instead of on the 
famous Nipigon River, where he once used to wield 
the rod_. This list might be extended indefinitely and 
would include the names of many who visit distant 
waters each season, and of many others who, lack- 
ing the time, find their sport, and it is good sport, too, 
nearer home ih the waters of the Little arid Big Miami 
fivers, and in the numerous lakes, ponds and rivers in 
liiG vicinity of the city. 
Following is a list of a few of the nlore inlportant 
ch'bs of the city: The Queen City Fishing Qub was 
organized about twenty-three years ago, and is orie of 
the oldest clubs ih the cit^. t"hfe only one of the orig- 
inal rhenibers ?5til! f&taintng his membersliip is Mr. 
^'!'a1lk Rrippiier. The club has a membership of thirty- 
st^veil, the officers being Mr. Joseph A. Busse, presi- 
dent; Mr. Arthur Bodey, secretary. The club estab- 
lishes a camp each year, and has chosen a charming 
spot on the Big Miami River, at Cleves, about 17 
miles from the city. Here, under the shade of im- 
mense treesj and with the sparkling waters of the river 
close at hand, they pitch their tents, the nearness of the 
city permitting the members to make frequent visits 
to camp and enio}'- the pleasure of landing the gamy 
bass, which are quite plentiful. 
The Bellevufe Ilunting aild Fishing Club owils Belle 
Isle, a wooded isl&tld of ^bput six acres, lit the Sig 
.Miami River, ilear Nsw Baltimore:, 0., wbere it Has 
a handsome club house costing several thousand dol- 
lars, one of the best in this section of the country. The 
oflficers are: Geo. Osterfelt, president; Chas. Doer, sec- 
retary; Herman Ostcrfelt, treasurer; Louis. Hahn, su- 
perintendent. Their camp home is one of the most 
beautiful spots oh the river, wblcb Is ttoted for Its 
otetiet-y. ahd thfe fishing is e^cceileht. 
The Pro.spect Fishing Club has a membership wbich 
includes many well-known citizens, amorig tbem be- 
ing Judge W. H. Lueders, Jacob Bernard", W. E. Bush, 
Dr. W. F. Mente and Robert Delke. The officers are: 
A. B. Schmidt, president; M. Kemen, vice-president; 
George Brockman, secretary; Jacob Woeliner, treas- 
urer. Trustees: R. H. Schmidt, W. E. Bush, George 
Stitzle, F. H. Evers and Jacob Bernard. Eight-Mile, 
on the Ohio River, is the spot chosen for the club's 
camp. 
The Norwood Nut Club is a fishing club organized 
in Norwood, O.. a town adjoining Cincinnati. It has 
a membership of twenty-five, and is oflficered as follows: 
Charles Worthlin, president; Ed. Stackham, secretary 
and treasurer. The club has a camp on the Little 
Miami River. ^ . , 
The Red Nose Fishing Club takes Its yearly outmg 
at Noah's Lakes. SewardsviUe, 0. 
The Bench Club has a very comfortable club house 
at Mohawk Bridge, on the Little Miami River, near 
Loveland, and the members enjoy good sport during 
the season. , , , 
The Twelfth Ward Fishing Club camps on the banks 
of the Ohio River, above Coney Island. 
At Rylattds. Ky., a club of Cihcitinati sportsmen have 
a club house on Crystal Lake, Where there is the best 
of bass fishing. This is, hoWeyer, ft private preserve, and 
only members of the club and invited guests may enjoy 
the sport. 
A list of the angling clubs would not be complete 
without mention of the Kingfishers, that aggregation 
of expert fishermen made famous by the facile pen of 
Mr. J. H. Hickman, better known to thousands of 
readers of the sportsman's press as Old Hickory. . The 
club this year made its camp at Glen Arbor, Mich., 
AvKere they enjoyed such fine snort last year. 
Nor should the Cuvier Club be omitted from this 
list, for, although it Is not a fishing club, it has done 
much in the protection of fish, and many of its mem- 
bers are enthusiastic anglers, notably Mr. Starbuck, 
the president, who tells the following hard luck story 
of his experience at Sea Gull this yeart 'Just as we 
reached an open glade, where the mormng mists were 
raising jeweled arms as the splendor of the day in- 
t-reased and painted the forest leaves in a glimmer of 
>'old, we were tempted to try the inviting spot and 
again the anchor sought the bottom. Baiting anew 
with fresh and hvely shiners, I tossed them lightly to 
the rippling waters, and on making a gentle movement 
of the bait a few inches above the bottom, I was sud- 
denly surprised with a wicked snap of my minnow and 
a rapid rush of my line from the silvery spool. I 
struck of course, at such earnest manifestations, and 
was sure I had the greedy biter impaled securely. 
Whizz, whizz, whizz, went the reel as the line ran rapid- 
ly out, while I was struggling with my utmost en- 
deavors to check the swift speeding and frantic fish. 
There was no let up on his run, and after he had taken 
off about a hundred feet of my line, despite the pressure 
I had put on with my thumb. I was compelled to give 
him "the butt" as a dernier ressort, as only a yard or 
two of line remained on my reel. Even at this he 
faltered but a trifle, for at the eventful crisis he made 
a violent and wicked struggle with a vicious shake of 
liis head above water, and, 
"Then all at once the slackened line 
Stretched outward through the waters deep; 
* * » One spring, and, like dissolving spray, 
' The line and leader parted." 
My companion endeavored to console me by giving 
eclat to the situation by stating that it was a ys-pound 
muscalonge, and that nothing but a heavy trolling line 
of bell cord would have held him. I demurred to this 
statement by responding that it was not over 30 pounds 
in weight, and that if I had only 50 feet m®re of line I 
would have saved him. He would not budge a fraction 
on his figures, neither would I. and so it went to the 
jury, and a verdict was obtained on the general aver- 
age principle, which brought the weight of the escaped 
fish to 52^ pounds. Damages being repaired to the 
demoralized line, I commenced the angle with a meek- 
ness and humility that would have been creditable to 
a saint I had placed no value on the fish I had pre- 
viously caught, but when a 52i/4-pound muscalonge is 
within your reach and to then lose him m a twinkle, 
almost, is some cause for lamentation and repmmg. _ 
' following are a few of the localities near the city 
where good fishing may be had: Little Miami and 
Whitewater rivers, about 20 miles from the city, on the 
Lawrenceburg Traction, from Sedamsville. 
Indian Creek runs into the Big Miami River about 
a mile from Venice, O., 25 miles from Cincinnati; fine 
bass fishing. 
Kings Mills, O., about a mile above the mills. Little 
Miami River. 
thom^s Pond, three miles above Hamilton, O., bass. 
About IS miles up the Licking River, Ky., along the 
Licking and Lexington pikes, good bass fishing. 
The Ohio River furnishes good catfish, perch and 
salmon fishing. 
There are many private ponds in near-by Kentucky 
towns where very good sport may be had on payment 
of a small fee, which includes use of tackle and bait. 
BONASA. 
The Red Gods. 
Trenton, Georgia, Nov. 4. — Editor Forest and Stream : 
I have been looking over some back numbers of Forest 
.i»ND Stream and have been amused at the racket kicked 
up by some of your correspondents in their discussion 
anent certain lines in a poem by Mr. Kipling. I am re- 
minded of the two knights who fought over the white 
and black shield, only to learn later that it had more than 
one color; and also of the newly-fledged lieutenant re- 
ferred to by Cabia Blanco as one who learned that every- 
thing is not taught at West Point. Many college gradu- 
ates have found that this rule held good of their alma 
mater. 
Among the things I have observed in the course of my 
life, is that it is often unwise to throw mud at the other 
fellow until it is fully established that he is wrong. If 
you think him in error, you can say so in a gentlemanly 
Way, and state why you think so. Then, perhaps, he may 
thank you for your infoi'matiott. 
One reason why I have always liked Forest and 
Stream is that its editors have allowed a very consider- 
able latitude to correspondents, and if one or more of 
them happened to be wrong somebody was pretty certain 
to rise and set them right, and this has furnished much 
good reading to the paper. 
North, south, east and west, I have hunted and fished 
in my time, and I was on the Rangeleys before the most 
of your readers were born. Still, I was never on the 
rivers of New England when there happened to be a log- 
drive, and perhaps this is one reason why I never heard 
the click of an iron-shod canoe-pole. Knowing, as I do, 
something of rivers and acoustics, I doubt not that their 
click would be audible at a considerable distance. Mr. 
Hardy surely knows. 
In Michigan Such poles exist. I have seen them on 
Rapid River, and the guides of the Jordan use still, as I 
think, a long and narrow paddle with an iron point. A 
wooden point would of course be less liable to slip, but 
a good deal depends on the way the pole is used. _ I once 
cut a pole, which I whittled to a point, to help me in ford- 
ing a dangerous "rip" on the Oconto River, in northern 
Wisconsin. The ice was running, and had I fallen, which 
I should surely have done but for the pole, "farewell 
Duncraggah's orphaned heir." 
I never saw a "cooner" in Maine, nor a "bat" in the 
south, but they might have been there for all that. I 
have seen many log-jams of all descriptions. Some of 
them were "raw." 
I have sunned and slept on bars of sand and bars of 
shingle. I have rarely camped under my canoe, and I 
like to see the starlight when I close my eyes. It's 
friendly, like the many voices of the night. 
Let me see — what else was there ? Oh, the "silent, smoky 
Indian." Well, I have seen lots of them, of all, or nearly 
all, descriptions, and although they often appear silent, 
the most of them can talk and joke upon occasion. Not 
often, though, when they act as guides. The Pueblo 
Irdians of New Mexico are not smoky, neither are the 
Hnalapais of the Arizona desert, but the last are certainly 
the most disagreeable savages I ever saw. I think that, 
ordinarily, the further north you go the more smoky are 
the Indians. And although this is not always the case, 
when they are smoky they are quite as useful at guiding 
or paddling as though they had never inhaled the pyro- 
ligneous odors. 
One other thing I recall — ^not a very little matter, either, 
to one who would have the best "bough berth" the woods 
;iiiford. Nothing is better than hemlock tips. Fir will do 
(thev often call it "far" in Maine and New Hampshire), 
but don't take spruce if you can help it. It's too prickly. 
I believe that is all for this time, but will say that you 
don't often catch Kipling tripping. Kelpie. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
In his criticism of the line, 
To the click of shod canoe-poles round the bend 
Mr. Brown asserts that in. order to be good poetry the 
language must needs have application to canoe-poles 
wherever used. Now, any sane reader of the entire poem 
knows at once that the lines have a limited application, 
and knows at least that they apply to a particular side of 
the "Four-wav Lodge," to a particular part of the world. 
If the reader' has visited Maine or one of the Canadian 
provinces he appreciates the application in its fullness. 
He knows this from the language of the first line of the 
poem, "Now the Four-way Lodge is open," and from 
the first hnes of the second, third, and fourth verses, 
which are respectively as follows : 
"Do you know the shallow Baltic, where the seas are steep and 
short." . _ 
"Do you know the pile-built village, where the sago-dealers trade," 
"Do you know the world's white roof-tree— do you know that 
windy rift.'' 
As to the last line of the verse, 
For the Red Gods call us out and we must go. 
The sentence forms the last line in verses 2, 3 and 4 
and in each case, as in the first verse, is preceded by a 
word picture, strongly painted and true, portraying the 
ncture surroundings and the pleasures found by the 
angler, the lover of the sea, the naturalist and the hunter. 
A word picture appealing to the desire that is always 
present, a desire which draws just such pictures in the 
imagination, and which js ip turn whetted thereby. A de- 
sire which is an ever-burning fire, flickering low at times 
through circumstances or change of seasons, but needing 
but scant fuel or a turning of the coals to burst intO' 
flame. Brother angler, when the trout season approaches 
and the fever grows apace and you fondle your fly-book 
and your tackle, and you see in fond imagery the stream 
hastening over sun-glanced shallows and whirling in 
eddies at each turn, is it not the Red Gods of desire that 
call thee out? 
Brother yachtsman, when the yachting season comes 
and the boat needs overhauling and there is much tinker- 
ing to be done, when you smell the salt air at the home 
port, is it not the same Red Gods that call thee out? 
Brother naturalist, when you think of far off climes, 
and you depart with your nets and your boxes and with 
thoughts of new specimens awaiting you, did not the 
Red God call thee out? 
Brother hunter, when earth is in the sere and yellow 
leaf and you also gather together your guns and your 
duflle and dream of "camps of proved desire and known 
delight" and of the head of heads that awaits the crack 
of your rifle in the stillness of a Canadian forest, did the 
Red God call unto you? 
Where, in the realm of poetry, can we find better ex- 
pression of that aroused desire than in that line, "The 
Red Gods call us out, and we must go." What is the 
foundation of that desire? An intense love, a passion, 
that gnaws at our very souls, that draws mental pictures 
v/^hich beckon and summon and call us out ; an intensity 
of yearning to which we must yield, come what may; and 
the God that calls us out and is so supreme over us, he 
is not described by the adjective blue or black or umber, 
but by the adjective red — red unto the color of the heart's 
blood, the color which since man began to live has been 
forever and immortally associated with passion and love. 
Kenneth Fowler. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
Your correspondent, E. P. Jaques, wants five questions 
answered "by the able defenders of Kipling." He wants 
the answers to agree. The questions have been answered 
by several correspondents, and the answers have agreed, 
except in minor points, but as Mr. Jaques does not seem 
to know it, I will edit the answers for his benefit. 
Question No. i — "What is. meant by the /Red Gods 
have called ?' " His quotation is wrong. I give the line 
in question: 
"For the Red Gods call us out, and we must go." 
I suppose if Kipling had used the phrase, "The red 
salmon and trout call us out," Mr. Jaques would have 
been content. Evidently he cannot appreciate poetic 
license. When I read the phrase I thought it well ap- 
plied. The gods are worshipped, and thousands of per- 
sons worship the trout and salmon. Why not in poetry 
call them the "Red Gods?" 
His next question — "What is 'traces' in connection with 
'rods and reels ?' " I don't know what Mr. Jaques is 
driving at. Certainly anyone ought to know that Kipling 
was referring to fishing gear that was to be used on the 
trip. He could have added flies, spoons, and leaders, as 
well. 
"What is a 'raw log-jam?'" This question comes right 
home to me. I have helped to break more raw log-jams 
ttian Mr. Jaques is months old. Raw, as applied to a log- 
jjm, means rough, but it is used by log drivers when the 
v/ord rough is not expressive enough. When driving logs, 
if I was told that a jam was a "raw one" I should expect 
to see logs crossed and criss-crossed, and ended up in all 
n.anner of angles. The expression "a raw stretch of 
water" is as common as a "raw day." The word is used 
by log drivers and lumbermen, and when applied to a log- 
jam it fills the bill. 
"What is a 'right-angled log jam?'" 
A right-angled log-jam would be one at a fight angle 
with the stream; that is, one that formed directly across 
the stream from bank to bank. Most log-jams form in 
this manner. Sometimes a jam forms in an acute angle; 
that is, one end of the jam is further down stream than 
the other. Such jams are terrors to the log driver, for 
the water back of the jam instead of forcing the logs 
down stream press them to the bank. As soon as a few 
logs are picked and lifted out and go down stream, the 
ji>m starts just enough to fill the vacant space, and some- 
times the whole jam has to be worked out log at a time. 
These jams usually form where there is a bend in the 
stream. . 
His last question, "What does at the end' mean? is 
plain enough to me. Kipling, without doubt, meant the 
end of the jam, and not, as Mr. Jaques imagines, the end 
of the stream. 
Usually log drivers speak of the lower end of a jam a;? 
"the foot," and the upper end as the head, but the phrase, 
"the end of the jam" is not uncommon, and doubtless 
Kipling so understood it. Hermit. 
A Pennsylvania Hatchety, 
The Pennsylvania State Department of Fisheries has 
purchased the Hoy property adjoining the new State 
hatchery at Bellefonte, thus securing a dwelling house 
and barn for the convenience of the superintendent, 
besides rounding out a fine property. The new hatch- 
ery building at Bellefonte is well under way, and the 
ponds will all be completed before winter sets m. The 
water from the Shugard spring is piped through a 
ten-inch main, and with water on the place there is a 
flow of at least 4,000 gallons a minute. Bellefonte will 
have the largest trout hatchery in the world. The 
United States Fish Commission has sent the new hatch- 
ery 1,000 yearling trout; the Blooming Grove Associa- 
tion has offered to donate 10,000 yearlings and two- 
year-olds and about 200,000 eggs. The people near 
Ulysses offer 3,000 fish, and all these with the eggs 
from the old hatchery at Allentown, will give the new 
hatchery at Bellefonte a good start next spring with 
something like 2,000,000 fry. The Department expects 
to double this number for distribution next year. 
The fish wardens have been doing good work recent- 
ly. Three of them arrested fifteen illegal fishermen in 
one week, and they expect to make as many more ar- 
rests. One warden is after a man who caught under- 
sized trout near the close of the season. The evidence 
is plain, and when the man is captured it will cost mm 
$400 and costs. 
