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FOREST AND STREAM. 
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cept an occasional sounter of pigs: animals that can 
take care of themselves and fear nothing on four 
legs. 
But although these hounds can go fast, and it is 
said last forever, they never appear in a great hurry, 
and. it., is not believed that they could get through a 
crowd of horsemen such as constitute the Leicester- 
shire fields. There are stories of forty mile points 
after the" gray wolf, and of how these long runs end by 
the loss' of some hounds that never return to kennel. 
The idea is that the hounds tail out, and the wolf, 
being more than master of a single hound, kills them 
one by one as they come up to him. But although 
not in these very long runs, yet" in most cases single 
horses can generally live with hounds, and that implies 
that the pace cannot be, on the average, very much 
more than it is with us over fairly long distances. 
Often, though, there is no jumping to be done, and 
we all know how much the jumping takes out of a 
horse's galloping and staying powers over a heavily 
fenced country. But if there are no fences there are 
wash-outs, that is, dry water course beds, the banks 
of which may be a sheer 100 feet or more. That these, 
obstacles stop hounds as much as horses may be true; 
but probably the hound can always go where his 
quarry has led, and certainly the horses, although as 
clever as cats, cannot. They get up with a rush and a 
scramble in places, but not wherever a fox can 
go. Once there was a splendid hunter following 
a bit of a screw up one of these inclines. The screw; 
got up, but the hunter, just too wide for the passage, 
jammed himself between the solid earth on both sides 
and could not move either way until willing hands and 
nails scratched away the sandy clay and released him. 
Taking all these circumstances into account, it seems 
that the American foxhounds, although vastly more 
sensitive of nose,., are not as fast as Belvoir blood, 
certainly not for short spurts; on the other hand, as 
they go on hunting at pretty much the same pace, 
whether scent is very fresh and good or growing cold, 
it would be unwise to say that they do not cover a 
long run in less time than the Leicestershire packs. 
The South is the only part of America fit for hunting 
in the winter to English ideas. What hunting is pos- 
sible on Long Island in a normal New York winter 
is not known to the writer, but as the whole country 
is buried under a foot or more of snow for several 
months each year, hunting must be done in those 
months in difficulties, if at all. Mr. Foxhall Keene 
has taken over some of the choicest English foxhound 
blood, but the verdict of Americans in that northern 
hunt is that they have been partly a failure! How- 
ever, as Mr. Keene has been re-elected master for 
the coming season there, probably is some promise of 
better success with the English hounds. . But in the 
South they will not have them, nor even crosses from 
them. Nothing in that country seems to thrive if it 
has to carry weight, and our foxhound, in comparison 
to theirs, is a stout, big-boned animal — a cart: horse 
by comparison to their racing lines. It is the same 
with all animals bred there; even the men are- small 
and wiry, but never, or hardly ever, robust. In the 
north they have big setters and pointers; in the south 
these dogs, like the cows, are little things; but for 
things so small they have powers beyond the', con- 
ception of most Englishmen. Whether it is the sum- 
mer heat that makes things remain small, or whether 
it is the atmosphere itself that is not good enough to 
support large frames in great exertion, is unknown to 
the writer, but he is sure that puppies he took lor six 
months old were twelve months, and that maturity 
arrives slowly to the canine races of the south. - 
In comparing hounds and setters and pointers with 
our English dogs it is first necessary to compare the 
dogs of the north and south, for there are vasfly greater 
differences in climate in America than there are be- 
tween England and Scotland. Those who have ex- 
perience of such things know that no dog taken from 
north Britain to south can do its best, whereas the 
English dog in Scotland generally beats its previous 
best. Only at the English Setter Club Trials on April 
20 and 21 this year we saw slugs of the beautiful Wed- 
nesday turned into racing machines by the cold,' cut- 
ting wind of Thursday. It Is jdways so, and this fact 
makes Comparisons between English and American 
pointers and setters far more difficult than might be 
supposed.— Field (London). 
A. C. A. National Meet, Sugar Island, Thousand Islands, St. Lawrence River, August 5-19, 1904. 
The Allegash Canoe Trip. 
•i ! {Concluded from page 40.) 
On the morning of the eighth, after a hastily prepared 
breakfast, we broke camp and started for Umsaskis Lake, 
twelve miles distant! Going through the thoroughfare at 
the foot of the lake, we saw three deer, but as yet no 
good heads, and having plenty of meat, did not shoot. 
Arriving at Chase's Carry at ten o'clock, the guides 
sacked our luggage around the quiet water, a distance of 
1 1 /2 miles. There were lots of rocks, and it was bad pad- 
dling, so we left our canoes and followed a trail through 
the woods for a mile and a half. It was a beautiful 
woody road, and we enjoyed the tramp. 
At noon we lunched on the bank of the Allegash River. 
By this time it had grown much colder, was cloudy, and 
felt like snow, which fell slightly a little later in the day. 
The banks of the river are thickly overhung with fir 
trees, the current is very strong below the carry, and we 
had a delightful trip to Umsaskis, which we reached at 
4 P. M. This lake is surrounded by higher ridges than 
others we had passed through, and to the writer is one of 
the most attractive of any seen thus far. Arbo and 
Libby's camps, situated on the right shore, were open, so 
we made our headquarters there. While the guides were 
preparing supper, we walked up on the ridge back of the 
camp. Following an old tote road not half a mile away, 
we jumped a buck with a splendid set of horns. Moore 
was a little ahead, and right in line with the animal, so 
we did not dare shoot, and before getting another chance 
his' lordship plunged into the thicket and disappeared. 
On our way back we saw plenty of partridges. 
" On the morning of the ninth, each man shouldered his 
rifle, and by 6:30 had started to hunt; the writer saw five 
deer, but no large heads. Returning to camp at 2 o'clock 
for lunch, I sat looking out on the lake, when I spied 
a buck walking leisurely along the shore not far from 
camp. Snatching my rifle, I ran down and selected a 
secluded, spot to watch him, and was scarcely seated when 
the deer , jumped three feet out of water, turned, and 
reaching deep water, began to swim for the opposite 
shore. ' A; second later, much to my surprise, a rifle shot 
rang but"; jumping into a canoe, I paddled out to head 
hlfrr off. ... Leighton stood on the shore yelling not to 
shoot, as he had already sent two bullets into him, and 
had afterwards tracked him for a mile, the trail leading 
finally to the lake. We turned the buck in toward the 
shore, and' Leighton dropped him. 
J le had an odd set of horns, but perfectly matched, 
and was a prize. When- Moore returned to camp, he also 
had. a nice^buck, and had seen a moose in the water; he 
lost ~a fine opportunity for a picture, having left his 
camera in camp. Twenty-two deer, a moose, and a score 
of partridges was the day's record. ■ 
We all assumed an air of unusual dignity on the even- 
ing of this day, having gotten rid of a week's growth of 
whiskers. Had a good supper of venison, corn-bread, 
preserves, etc., and later (in celebration of the shave) 
indulged in cigars for a change, telling stories in the 
meantime, for which Leighton still wears the belt. 
We were routed out at three o'clock the next morning, 
and at five were on the hunting grounds at the head of 
the lake. It was pretty dark, but the deer were out feed- 
ing, among the alders all along the shore, proving the 
early morning to be the very best time for hunting. 
"Seeing no very large heads, Algie ' and I went • ashore 
and followed a tote road for three miles, finally coming 
to a set of deserted old lumber camps. In the yard, with 
just his head showing, his body being hidden behind the 
camp, stood a deer with a fine set of . horns, but in 'a 
twinkling he was out of sight, having gotten our scent. 
Not ten yards further down stood a large doe, but we 
had meat enough. 
. We lunched in one of the camps, and watched for 
awhile, but nothing now appeared, so we started back. 
This place is tracked over in every direction — deer signs 
everywhere. Saw two deer on our way but, and shot a 
buck and six partridges. 
The leaves at this time of year are very noisy, and the 
young firs along both sides of the road are so thick that 
once they are started, it is almost impossible to obtain a 
good shot at game. 
We got back shortly after noon. Leighton had shot 
another nice buck ; since morning we ' had seen sixteen 
deer. The rest of the day we took it easy. The night 
was clear and bright, but a little colder. We sat around 
the camp-fire eating our supper with such enjoyment as 
only those who have been there can understand. 
"The glad fire cracks in the piny wood, 
And the bacon fries in the pan; 
The soul of the coffee in fragrant steam 
Floats out of the old .tin can/' 
The following morning we were out before five o'clock, 
and upon comparing notes, when we reached camp again, 
found we had seen nineteen deer and a moose. We were 
actually tired looking at game, so arranged to break camp 
the next day and continue on to Musquacook dead waters. 
We were well on our way at six o'clock. It is five miles 
to the foot of Umsaskis, and six more through Long 
Lake to quick water. At 11 130, we lunched on the shore 
of the Allegash once more. It was cold and raw, sweaters 
and gloves becoming a necessity for the first time. A 
good fire soon thawed us out, and lunch over, we again 
started, and were glad at this time to see it snowing a 
little, as about four inches of it would afford us great 
still-hunting. 
: It was quick water all the way to Musquacook Stream, 
but if the lumbermen had not picked a channel, it would 
have been rocky going, as the waters, were getting very 
low, not having had rain for two months. 
It is useless to undertake this trip without a guide who 
is thoroughly familiar- with canoeing and running rapids, 
for when seemingly in the channel a rock suddenly looms 
up ahead that would tear a hole in one's canoe in short 
order; but by snubbing sharply with, a pole, ..trouble is 
averted. - .., : .,' ,' .... ... 
We reached Musquacook dead water, at. four o'clock, 
and camped in a sheltered spot under some tall firs. It is 
eight miles from dead water at the foot of Long Lake to 
Round Pond, and one and a half miles across the foot 
of the latter. This pond is great for game; the feeding 
grounds at the head and foot are ideal places for moose 
and deer; in fact, every foot of country from Mud Lake 
to Five Finger Brook abounds in game. 
The guides proceeded to get things in readiness for the 
night, while the writer shouldered his rifle and followed 
an old tote road for a mile along the shore, and sat down 
where a good view of the river could be obtained. A 
ridge loomed up on the opposite shore, and directly at the 
base was a long- stretch- of feeding ground. I had been 
sitting there about/fifteen minutes_, when. there was aToud 
crashing in the alders, and soon -after two " dgrge bull 
moose walked> into view not fifty yards away. One had 
a splendid set of antlers*, the other a 'fair head. It was 
interesting to watch them look carefully up and down the.; 
river for fully five minutes before venturing into the 
water. Had it been a few days later, one of the heads 
would have accompanied us to Boston. I : , 
After watching for ten minutes I started back to the 
tenting grounds, and had gone barely forty, rods when a 
splashing in the water attracted my attention, and there, 
with head half hidden, stood two more moose feeding on 
the roots of lily-pads, m 
Reaching camp, we found the tents up, with nice beds 
of fir balsam. A roaring fire and the odor of tea, and 
venison in the broiler, were extremely inviting.. We 
revelled in the happiness of. camp life as we gathered 
around the embers for supper, and' enjoyed our dessert of 
smoke and story-telling: (Leighton still ahead.) 
After dinner a visitor called who was camping just 
above us, and he proved to be Wilber Sutherland, who 
guided the writer eight years ago at Big Fish Lake. I 
was glad to meet him, and after talking over old times 
for a while, we went down with him to call on the people 
he was guiding — two very pleasant gentlemen from 
Paterson, N. J. 
Seated around the fire later on, our party compared 
notes with the following result : Eight deer and four 
bull moose had been seen since morning, and two deer 
were in the water not a stone's throw from our -camp in 
the early evening. 
At three the next morning the guides heard two moose 
out in the river. This is the very best game region we 
have yet seen, but we concluded not to remain until after 
the fifteenth for a moose, so started through the dead 
water, a distance of three miles, then on to Allegash 
Falls, where we lunched. 
We were lucky enough to find a team here hauling sup- 
plies for the lumbermen, and for $2 the driver hauled all 
our luggage around the falls. At 4:30 we reached Twin 
Brook, and camped for the night, having covered twenty- 
two miles since morning. We saw but one deer, having 
passed the best game country. 
All hands were tired, and after supper and. a quiet 
smoke, we turned in early. The next morning (October . 
9) we breakfasted, and by five o'clock were again on our 
way. The weather was chilly, and the- fog hung low over, 
the river, but by eight it cleared, and the rest of the day 
was fine for canoeing. Coming into the St. John River, 
we found it very low and rocky, and had a hard time 
dragging our canoes.' Nigger Rip rapids were the toughest 
proposition we had thus far encountered, but we finally 
pulled through after puncturing our canoes in several 
places. Next came Rankin rapids, and here we fairly 
bowled along; the waters were literally boiling, affording 
sufficient ' excitement to keep the blood tingling in our 
veins. 
Moore's guide caught his pole under a rock, jumped 
over the side of the canoe, and grabbing the latter, pulled 
out his pole and leaped back. It was quick work, and 
saved them from being capsized. This shows that one 
must have_ an experienced canoeist on such a trip. At 
Michu rapids the water runs swiftly, but it is extremely 
rocky, and we got another bump, which made our canoe 
leak. . : <%•-■■' 1 
As one leaves the Allegash River, he is impressed with ' 
the scenery on both sides of the St. John. f Great ridges 
rise from five to eight hundred feet, and little French 
settlements are. ; scattered, along, th^e river . si^ or§eyen 
