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FOREST AND STREAM. 
tjAM. 23, 1904. 
A Camp-Fire on Fifth Avenue. — II. 
The second dinner of the Camp-Fire Club was held 
Saturday night, Jan. 9, at the Aldine Club, on Fifth avG- 
nue. New York. 
The toastmaster for the evening was carefully selected, 
and he delivered himself again into the hearts of all his 
old friends and new ones, too. Mr. Dan Beard kept tlie 
fire aglow. The guest of the evening was Mr, Hamlin 
Garland, who read an admirable address on "The Joys of 
lhe_ Trail." Mr. Ernest Thompson Seton told his ex- 
periences in conducting a local game preserve at his svmi- 
ii'cr home in Connecticut, of his conversion of the mis- 
cliicvous bnys in his neighborhood from desperadoes to 
good Indians, from poachers to game protectors, from 
mortal foes to tried and true friends. 
Dr. Koht. T. Morris told of the domestic troubles r.f 
■^.iribou Charlie. Prof. M. T. Bogart, of Columbia Col- 
lege, described the absence of dignity that in modern 
times is applied to the word professor. Mr. J. A. Dimock 
explained the difference between an old man and a man 
who has lived a great many years, and the ascendancy of 
the camera over the rifle in filling the game bag of remi- 
niscent thought. Mr. L. C. Ivory called attention to the 
higher education of man in his pursuit of game, making 
it plain to all that the logical e.xcuse for killing is hunger 
alone. Capt. E. R. Rogers, U. S. N., gave an interesting 
account of trout fishing in Japanese waters, and of an in- 
ternational boat race in Asiatic waters, Mr. J. Dunbfir 
Wright told some very interesting stories and defined the 
difference between an automobile and a skunk, giving the 
auiomobile tlie benefit of the doubt. 
Mr. C. Hard well Brown, who has recently retumed 
from the Bering Sea country and brought a bear cub 
with him which lie presented to Mr. Hornaday, interested 
his hearers with the details of its capture. 
In Dr. Geo. T. Harrison one could easily imagine that 
Harry Stilwell. Edward's Col. Crawford Worthington, 
had been brought to life, his story of the old darkey and 
the 'possum will be told "at" again and again. 
Messrs. Ezra H. Fitch and Dr. T. K. Tuthill received a 
deserved vote of thanks as the dinner committee. One of 
the very many pleasant features of this dinner was a 
course called "That Reminds Me," which consisted cf 
a tin plate, an iron knife and fork, and on this plate 
was served bear meat and bacon and a boiled potato. 
Each member and guest carried home with him his plate 
and knife and fork as a souvenir of the occasion. 
T, E. B. 
A Dinne** to '♦Uncle Bill.** 
, . Dr. J. P. Baker, William J. Frey and Rufus E. 
Taylor, of Findlay. O.. gave a dinner on New Years 
eve. to Col. William Thompson, of Platte Lake. Some 
ejghty guests sat down to the tables, and the occasion 
was one of great jollity and good feeling. Says the 
Darby Courier: Colonel William Thompson, known in 
the upper lake regions of Michigan as "Uncle Bill," 
and by the same cognomen to the hundreds who have 
visited his famous hotel on the shores of Platte Lake 
and enjoyed his hospitality — this "Old Uncle Bill," 
seldom if ever before having strayed far away from 
his home among the pines, came down to Findlay, 
Thursday evening, to be present at the dinner designed 
in his honor, by Messrs. Baker, Frey and Taylor, 
three of the most enthusiastic fishermen that ever held 
a rod and reel or dipped a net. He put on a suit of 
clothes quite unlike the kind he wears when at home 
and a "biled shirt" and collar. He appeared in Findlay 
quite unlike the "Uncle Bill" of Platte Lake, except 
for his characteristic smile, his open, frank manner, 
and the heart that in generosity must be bigger than 
several men of his diminutive size. 
The table at which the guests of honor were seated 
was beautifully decorated for the occasion. Three rods 
and reels, supporting a landing net filled with beautiful 
carnations occupied a place in the center of the table. A 
thirty-pound muscalonge, presented to Dr. J. C. Tritch 
for Christmas by friends in the Platte Lake regions, had 
been generously contributed to Messrs. Baker, Frey 
and Taylor for the dinner. 
League of Salt-Watef Fishetir.en. 
New York, Jan. 16.— The Protective League of Salt 
Water Fishermen was organized in 1898, for the pur- 
pose of obtaining legislatiow in regard to the protec- 
tion of the salt water fish, and the doing away of the 
wanton destruction and criminal extermination of cer- 
tain garrie species. They desire the help and co-opera- 
tion of all anglers in conforming to and enforcing ex- 
isting laws, and generally in furthering and aiding 
all lawfur methods looking to prompt action in all vio- 
lations of the law. 
The regular meetings are held on the second Wed- 
nesday evening of each month, at 8 P. M., at 106 West 
Thirty-first street. Membership is only $1 a year. 
The officers of the League are as follows: President, 
Albert Baywood; Vice-President, Michael Roach; Re- 
cording and Corresponding Secretary, John C. Smith; 
Financial Secretary, Fred Hochgraef; Treasurer, Louis 
Berge. 
The entertainment is under the direction of the fol- 
lowing committee: A. F Albert, chairman; Martin 
Kuhnke, Emil Drescher, Charles Habenstein, Michael 
Roach, and Charles Noehren. 
The League extends a cordial invitation to all anglers 
to come to their meetings and investigate. The sixth 
annual Grand Stag of the League will be held at Nation- 
al Hall, T021 Second avenue, between Fifty-third and 
Fifty-fourth streets, Wednesday evening, January 27, 
1904. 
John C. Smith, Secretary. 
A Hatpoon Carried Twenty Years. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
A short note in the current number about long journeys 
made by whales mentions the fact that harpoons are some- 
times found in them. While out with the whaler in 
1874, we took a rather small one, and when cutting in 
found the remains of an old harpoon that had been rusted 
off, and had the flesh grown over it. 
It was passed up on deck and cleaned off to find out 
what ship it belonged to. The name would be on the 
shank. The name was here, but none of our mates had 
ever heard of that ship. The captain, on being shown the 
harpoon, said that this ship had been lost in the Arctic 
in 1855. The whale had been carrying the harpoon at 
least twenty years, and maybe twice that long. 
Cabia Blanco. 
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The Lonesome Pwppy and the Glass Pigf. 
Thekesa, N. Y. — Editor Forest and Stream: In read- 
ing your valuable paper from time to time I have noticed 
many useful articles in regard to the care of dogs, birds, 
etc., and thought perhaps you and your readers might be 
interested in knowing of an experiment that was recent y 
tried with a five weeks old pup. 
The pup was a full blooded English pointer, and had 
been purchased from Michigan by Mr, J. B. Cooper, cf 
this place, and had arrived from that State on the evening; 
train, December 6. The little fellow had whined and 
cried incessantly for a period of two days and nights. 
Mr. Cooper was fibout to find another home for the dog, 
when I suggested that he place in the basket with hiin a 
small glass pig which lay on the table near-by, and was 
doubtless used for ornamental purposes. After the pig 
had been placed in the basket with the pup, the pup be- 
gan immediately to lick the pig with his tongue, and lying 
down by the pig went to sleep with his head resting over 
the back of the pig. 
After it was discovered that the pup wanted company, 
two toy dogs were procured, and from that time up to 
the present the pup has been thoroughly contented with 
his new companions, and can be found daily among them 
fast asleep; and when they are removed he becomes un- 
easy and whines for their return. 
This article is written with the hope that it may fall 
into the hands of some person who has the bringing uu 
of a young dog, and does not want to be annoyed by its 
constant crying, and who desires, most of all. to see the. 
iittle animal enjoy itself. David W. Tyler. 
Red Lake Oarsman and G-iide, 
The Nomads on the Osage. 
; BY PERRY D. FRAZER. 
The Story whicli won the Second Prize of $25 in "Forest 
aiid Stream" Canoe Cruising Compcliticn. 
(Concluded from page 56.) 
Beyond the Thornton farm we hugged the left-hand 
shore. So far the channel in shallows had been on 
the other hand with one exception, and that one in 
tl.e passage of Prince Edward's Island. Here the 
shores became cleaner and more attractive, consisting 
of bright red gravel on which it was a positive pleasure 
to walk. There was a two mile stretch of this, and then 
we came to the bluffs again on the left-hand side. I 
had long ago made the acquaintance of every tree 
and rock and cave along these bluffs, and even remem- 
bered where to look for a certain cluster of persimmon 
trees, which we found to be bearing fruit as bountifully 
as of yore. And as we fared along. Bloody Island, 
with its great stretch of shingle and its fringe-^of 
cottonwoods and sycamores, an island at high water, hut 
only a peninsula as we saw it, brought forth another 
flood of memories ; for it was among the cedars ■be- 
yond it that I hung up my first deer; and it was oir fts 
gravel that a fellow canoeist and myself had .crawled 
ashore one night, tired and hungry "after a long da/s 
paddling, cooked our dinner and turned in without 
further preparation than to spread our blankets, .to be 
awakened long after sunrise by an ugly. lean razor-back 
hog that had spilled all of our cornmeal that it had not 
eaten.^and was walking over us in search for more. 
To-day there is a miserable log hut' midway of the 
island, and ere we pas.sed 'it, one head, then another and 
atlother bobbed up behind, a fallen- sycamore until we 
pounted six, of all ages but without acquaintance with 
the clear water that flowed s6 near at hand. The nets 
ao.^ the john-boat hiQbfed at the Water's edge told tff 
the calling of the head of this family. 
.Passing' on, this time to the left-hand shorte, we heard 
a ihighty 'iVheezing and snnrtiiig, and Helen, who had 
"choo-choo boat." This one was a diminutive affair, 
propelled by a gasolene engine, and it had a barge m 
tow that was partly loaded with wheat in sacks. And 
presently, in response to a signal waved by two men on 
the other shore, the captain swung round, and with 
much puffing and fuss, the barge was pushed into the 
soft mud of the bank, and loading wheat began. It 
seemed meet that the wind should cease blowing and 
that the surface of the river should become as a 
mirror, for we were approaching Painted Rock, that 
weird and curiously fashioned landmark, once the gath- 
ering place of all the Osages in the days of old, before 
the- coming of the white man. Even of the old legends 
there is now a dearth, evidence of which fact is to be 
seen on the cle-n white, face of the great cottonstone 
cliff, where the curious pictures and marks, placed there 
by the red men, have b-^en daubed over in places with 
black paint by young rascals, who have desecrated the 
old landmark with their own names. That villages 
existed among the hills is evident from the number of 
arrowheads to be found thereabout, and we picked up a 
very large one on the gravel at the water's edge. And 
whether by accident or design, it is impossible to say, 
but the fact is that both edges of this dart are curved, 
seeming to carry out the theory that has been ad- 
vanced by some writers, that the spiral motion Was 
not fii-st imparted to rifle bullets, but to arrows. 
The shadows were long ere we drew away from the 
Painted Rock, and sought a camp site. Immediately 
above the rock two hollows merge into one, cold 
water seeps through the white gravel of both little 
streams, and the long grass hardby the pawpaw bushes 
suggests rest— and ticks. Formerly the lowland of 
these hollows was a famous place for squirrels and 
turkeys, and time had changed this place for the bet- 
ter, from the hunter's point of •view— save the game, 
which is now only moderately abundant; but we went 
a 'little- further along to a spot where another tiny .run 
breaks through the cliffs, leiaving oh its western side^a 
bit of level ground, where I had often camped. This 
place was high above the- water's edgfe, arid but for a 
log that had long iago fallen down the slope and served 
aS' 4 gan'|#ay,' t^fe cd\ildt' not hav? |Oi!e' 'a^shttre'^^f 'all 'in ■ 
comfort, if indeed in safety, so soft and deep was the 
deposit of mud near the water's edge — one of the 
mementoes of the great overflow of the summer time. 
P ws ^or our own information and guidance that 
George Irwin and myself had called this place Turkey 
ij-Uiiwvv, wnen, in tue early '90s, we passed several 
weeks along the Osage, making this our permanent 
r-inr-i^gr sTound. It was at dawn one morning that 
I climbed the steep hill to a spot further up the rocky 
gulch, wheie a trickling spring provided' us with 
water, and putting the tin coffeepot down on a stone 
with a clatter, was dumbfounded to hear a 'great crash- 
ing in. the trees hard.by as several turkeys, disturbed 
on their roosts, sought safety in flight to the summit 
of the hill above. Often had we laughed over this oc- 
currence, we who were hunting turkeys in far distant 
woods, when a number of the great birds were roost- 
ing — at least that night — in our own backyard, so to 
speak. Is it remarkable, therefore, that on the morn- 
ing following our recent visit to the old camp ground I 
should, on awakening, have fancied otily one night, in- 
stead of ten years, had passed, and that my old friend 
and myself were still in the same old pup tent and a 
drove of turkeys making a great clatter in the hills? 
I rubbed my eyes and sat up, looking about me for 
some, time before I could realize that I was wide awake 
and that George was thousands of miles from that spot. 
But the turkeys — they were real and no ' mistake. 
Nothing else could make a fuss like unto that which 
came to my ears as I hurried into knigkerbockers and 
moccasins. Even little • Helen sat bolt upright and 
said "Phut," signifying astonishment, in her own baby 
language. I hauled the aiufdmatic out from its dry bed 
on the edge of the blankets, then put it back again, 
remembering that the open season for turkeys was 
still a month in the future, Armed onfy with' a desire 
to see the big birds,' therefore, I climbed softly up the; 
g'ulch, and although the hour was p^-st seven, and the 
sUTi was shining brightly athwart, the hilltop, those 
tilirkeyS -were still in tbe trees.. T counted fourteen' 
birds in good cOnditioni taking my time in exTamin- ' 
ing; them, before a stone slippel under "my foot and 
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