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The next day, about the same place, I had exactly the 
same experience, but, after playing the maskinonge for 
fifteen minutes, being very careful not to exert a severe 
strain at any time, I got him within reach, and George 
Blake, my oarsman, very neatly gaffed and pulled him 
into the boat. The bass, which weighed about three- 
quarters of a pound, had been swallowed head first, and 
its tail was just visible four inches behind the teeth of 
the maskinonge. The bass was still on my hook (No. 
20 Cincinnati bass), and its erect dorsal fin prevented the 
traction on my line from pulling it out of the throat of 
the maskinonge, and also probably prevented the latter 
from closing his jaws tightly enough to cut the cat gut 
snell of my small bass hook. 
The oarsmen here said that maskinonge occasionally 
rush at captive bass in this way, but always break away 
themselves, and they thought my experience was unique. 
The maskinonge was forty-five inches long and 
weighed twenty pounds, which made good sport on a No. 
13 Bristol rod. T. Halsted Myers. 
Cape Cod Fishermen Lucky* 
Because two fishermen seeking quahogs lost their 
bearings in a fog, the towns of Orleans, Wellfleet, and 
Eastham are made richer each year to the extent of more 
than $30,000. For years the fishermen sought quahogs 
only when there was nothing else to do. Two brothers 
pushed off the Orleans shore bent on getting as many 
quahogs as possible, seeing in this the only way to avoid 
disappointment to the loved ones at home. The men be- 
came lost in the fog, and in despair threw over the 
anchor. They knew by the depth that they were far from 
where they usually fished. In desperation one threw over 
his rake, and when it came up it contained more than 
the men had ever taken in by one raking. Time and 
again this was repeated until before night the boat was 
filled. As the fog cleared they made for home, having 
first taken their bearings. When the men landed they 
told their fellow fishermen of their luck, and to-day 100 
boats, carrying nearly 300 men, are daily employed on 
these grounds, which seem to have an inexhaustible sup- 
ply. — Boston Globe. 
Angling and Long Life. 
Two old anglers have just passed away — David Web- 
ster, a noted Lanarkshire angler, who died on his way 
home from the fishing, at the age of seventy-nine years, 
and now George Thomson, Cupar, Fife, who died the 
other day at the great age of ninety-seven years. Both 
these anglers we knew well, with Mr. Robert Veich, who 
died at the age of eighty-three. 
I enter into my eighty-sixth birthday to-morrow, hav- 
ing been born in the year 1819. I caught the first trout 
when a little over five years of age. It was over 1 pound 
in weight, and that gave me fishing on the brain all the 
rest of my life. These are but proofs of the benefit of 
angling to long life. There is no exercise so beneficial 
to health and so congenial to the feelings or for the exer- 
cise of skill than angling; it brings every muscle of the 
body into play, and especially the muscles of the chest. 
A day or two's sport at the riverside gives the angler 
for weeks, aye, for months, afterward a feeling of per- 
fect health.— London Fishing Gazette. 
It is told of Oliver Wendell Holmes that all his life he 
was haunted by an ardent wish to hear the skylark sing. 
In old age this wish seemed to have found fulfilment. He 
came to pay England a visit, and, driving on Hampstead 
Heath, saw the lark soar on high and pour down a flood 
of song. But, alas ! the keen hearing had grown too 
dulled to catch the sounds from such a height. His de- 
sire had been granted too late ; the song was gushing 
forth in liquid melody, but he could not hear it ! 
All communications for Forest and Stream must be 
directed ta Forest and Stream Pub. Co., New York, to 
receive attention. We have no other office. 
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The Wild Dog of Ennerdale. 
Though the wolves and other ravening beasts have long 
been exterminated out of Britain, the sheep-farmer has 
still to contend with the killing and maiming of his flock 
by foes from within his own household. Speaking as 
President of the Board of Agriculture, Lord Onslow re- 
cently declared that the slaughter of sheep by savage dogs 
has become so serious that it would justify the enactment 
of a canine curfew bell, after the ringing of which no dog 
must be out of doors. A bill to this end has since been 
introduced in the present session of Parliament. In Perth- 
shire, for instance, hundreds of sheep were killed last year 
by prowling dogs, as many as twenty sheep being worried 
to death in one flock in a single night. Circumstances, 
rather than innate vice, account for a dog's decivilization 
and sudden return to the slaughtering and hunting trait 
of its wild ancestors. In severe weather, either snow or 
long-continued rain, sheep lose themselves and die on the 
upper fells and in mountain hollows. The dog finds them 
and makes a hearty meal. The taste of raw flesh rouses 
the dog's slumbering blood-lust, and it seeks for more. 
After it has once been "blooded," the dog does not hesi- 
tate to attack stray sheep, and to make midnight forays 
on a flock. 
Any dog may thus turn sheep-worrier, and each pursues 
its victim after its kind. The bulldog is a rare offender, 
for it lacks speed; but, taking a sheep unawares, it flies 
at its nose and throat. The greyhound runs down a sheep 
as it does a hare, grabbing it by the loin or tossing it over 
into the air. Pointers or setters are the most destructive 
dogs among sheep by reason of their speed and strength ; 
but they usually attack in the daytime, so that detection's 
more easy. They run down a sheep, and springing on its 
flank, bite into its flesh until the quarry is brought to a 
standstill, and the denfenseless victim is speedily 
despatched. Foxhounds rarely worry sheep ; mongrels are 
frequent offenders; but the most dangerous of all is the 
sheep-dog. It is too clever and cunning to ~o hunting in 
its own flock, but at midnight sneaks away two or three 
miles to a neighboring farm. With never a bark or 
faintest yelp, it flies at the sheep's throat, overturns it, and 
throttles it. In its mad lust for slaughter the dog often 
leaves its victim mortally struggling and dashes off to kill 
another sheep, for the door se eks pleasure merely, and not 
food. Sometimes the sheep-dog takes a younger dog with 
him and initiates him into the sport of slaughter. After a 
lively hour or two spent in this midnight destruction, the 
dog rolls itself well in the grass and returns home clean 
and tidy, to be found in its kennel ready for breakfast and 
work. By such malicious cunning the dog may escape de- 
tection for months, and the unsuspecting farmer is at his 
wits' end to discover the ravager of his flock, which is 
reduced sometimes by forty lambs in a single night. 
Once detected in sheep-worrying, a dog has short shrift. 
Whatever its value or its master's affection for it, death 
is the penalty, for the vice is ineradicable. On the Cum- 
brian fells a series of such cases brings the shepherds to- 
gether on a dog-hunting expedition. It is a grimly serious 
business. The dogs — they nearly always worry in couples 
— become alive to the danger of their siuation, and with 
rare cunning select the weakest point of the inclosing cor- 
don to break away, so that the hunt often extends into 
days before a lucky shot bowls over the marauders. The 
fame of the wild dog of Ennerdale still exists in Cumber- 
land, and it is indeed a story of remarkable interest. Once 
a tiger has been marked down in India it rarely escapes 
to be hunted another day, and even' in the great Russian 
forests a wolf can barely hope to escape its pursuers. But 
for five months, less than a century ago, a -dog defied the 
organized attempts at its death of the entire county of 
Cumberland, and continued unchecked its ravages among 
the sheep and lambs. It was a large smooth-coated dog, 
of tawny color, with tigerish stripes, most probably a 
cross between a mastiff and a greyhound. Whence it 
came was never known ; but suddenly in May, 1810, it ap- 
peared in Lower Ennerdale, and commenced its destruc- 
tion among the flocks. Thenceforward it fed on living 
mutton, pulling down a sheep and tearing the flesh from 
its quivering body. Often it killed seven or eight sheep in 
a night, for it seldom fed during the day. With in- 
stinctive cunning, it never attacked the same flock on suc- 
cesive nights, but went further a-field, to return to its 
first hunting ground when the alarm had subsided. Not 
a single bark or growl broke the silence of its ravaging. 
It invariably attacked the plumpest sheep, and over- 
throwing it, bit into the jugular vein and drank the hot 
blood. 
Many and furious were the dalesmen's chases after this 
dog. The farmers and their employes divided themselves 
into two bands, which watched the fells alternate nights 
with hounds and guns to hand. A shot or a shout was 
the signal of the dog's discovery; but this was seldom 
heard, for it did its work in the least-suspected district, 
and with diabolical stealthiness and silence. Now and 
again it was seen in the daytime, and all took up the 
chase. Plowmen unyoked their horses and farmers left 
their cart by the roadside to ride bare-backed in pursuit. 
When their horses failed, the riders left them and con- 
tinued the chase on foot, throwing aside hats and coats 
which hindered progress. With its long galloping stride, 
the "girt dog" led its pursuers ten or fifteen miles across 
country, and, finally shaking them off, left them to a 
weary homeward journey in the darkness. That very 
night or the next day the dog resumed its deadly work on 
its old ground. So easily did it outdistance its hunters 
that it would even turn and wait for the leading hound of 
the pack. Then its powerful jaws closed on the forelegs 
of its pursuer, so that no hound would attack it twice. 
Poison and traps were laid in vain, and the slaughter of 
sheep went on unchecked for weeks. Hired men were 
called in to recruit the ranks of watchers, for the male 
folk of Ennerdale were exhausted with their constant 
vigils and chases. Field labor was almost entirely neg- 
lected, crops wasted, cows were sometimes left un- 
milked, horses unfed, and hay uncut, because the men 
were hunting the sheep-killing dog, and their womenkind 
were worn out with doing the men's work on the farm. 
Children were terrified, and feared to go to school or into 
the fields, though the dog always fled hastily from the 
sight of man. Once it slunk out of a corn-field thirty 
yards ahead of a farmer; but at the critical moment the 
rustic's gun missed fire. 
In July, two months after the dog's first appearance, a 
fund was raised for the hire of a good pack of foxhounds. 
The runs which ensued surpassed any ever afforded by 
reynard. Once the dog led two hundred men and the 
hounds from Kinniside by Wastwater to the coast at 
Seascale, and eluded them. Two or three times a week 
the dog was thus hunted out of Ennerdale ; but any hope 
that it would not return was shattered by the speedy dis- 
covery of more carcasses of "sheep. One Sunday morning 
the watchers returning from their nightly vigil espied the 
lurking tawny form of the marauder. In full chase the 
hounds and men swept by Ennerdale Church, and out 
came the men of the congregation and joined the pursuit. 
Even the vicar left his sermon, and flinging aside his sur- 
plice, followed hot on the trail. That day's stern chase 
ended fruitlessly at Cockermouth. Another day it was a 
twenty-mile run to the Derwent ; as long a chase o'er fell 
and fen to St. Bees ended in the surrounding of the dog; 
but through the very legs of one of the hunters it got 
clear away to safety and more slaughter. As the harvest 
approached, the standing corn afforded good shelter for 
the beast, and the pursuit was slackened until the fields 
were cut. But before this was done the end came. The 
"girt dog" was seen to enter a corn-field, and armed men 
were quickly summoned to surround it. Hounds drove 
out the beast; but in the fusillade it was only wounded. 
Away it went, hounds and men pell-mell after it. The 
foremcst pursuer found the dog coolly bathing its bleed- 
ing paw in the Eden River, while the hounds fearfully 
splashed around it, not daring to attack. Again the dog 
got away for the moment; but running into the path of a 
pursuer, it was bowled over by a shot at close quarters. 
It was now the 12th of September, exactly five months 
after the dog's first appearance, during which time it had 
defied the attack of the entire population, and had 
destroyed hundreds of sheep. Its name as "t'girt dog" 
was well justified, for its carcass was found to weigh 
eight stones. . Stuffed and exhibited in the Keswick 
Museum, it was long an object of wonder, and to this day 
its demoniac career is quoted round Cumbrian firesides.=-= 
Chambers's Journal. 
THE RACES FOR THE SEAWANHAKA CUP. 
The races for the Seawanhaka cup, recently completed, 
were very close, and stirred up very general interest, 
partly because this was the only international event for a 
challenge trophy in which an American sailing yacht 
has competed this season, but mainly because the White 
Bear Y. C. had made such a supreme effort to secure a 
really fast boat that would be worth while to send to 
Canada as a challenger. 
No American yachtsmen are more familiar with the 
conditions to be met with on Lake St. Louis, where the 
races are sailed, : than the White Bear men, and they 
knew full well what type of boat was necessary to make 
a proper fight for the cup. With all the conditions and 
requirements well in mind, a competent committee com- 
posed of picked men started as soon as their club's chal- 
lenge was accepted to secure plans from American de- 
signers who had had experience in turning out boats of 
the type built under the existing rules. Numerous plans 
were submitted, suggestions were offered, and chartges 
made. When the plans were finally accepted, the boats 
were carefully built under the supervision of those inter- 
ested. The best spars, sails and rigging possible were pro- 
cured, and the several contenders were put in the finest 
condition for racing. No expense had been spared, no 
detail overlooked ; in fact, everything that money, brajtts, 
energy, and experience could do was accomplished. 
The same systematic methods prevailed in the manage- 
ment of the trial races between the boats. The trials 
on White Bear Lake were more conclusive and satisfac- 
tory than those that took place at Oshkosh, but these 
events were helpful. The boat selected was picked be- 
cause the committee believed her to be the best all-around 
craft, and the most suitable one to meet the Canadian 
defender on Lake St. Louis. 
The accounts of the race tell what a strong bid the 
American craft made for the trophy, and yet the deciding 
race went to the Canadian representative. When each 
boat had two races to her credit, the situation was very 
much the same as last year in the Canada cup races, 
when Strathcona had won two races and Irondequoit had 
won two also. The day was saved for the Americans by 
Addison Hanan, a redoubtable amateur, who had been 
sent for, and who arrived in time to sail the American 
boat to victory, and take the cup back to the States. 
The White Bear men had done all they could before- 
hand, however, and their best men were with them, and 
when they took their boat to the line for the fifth time, 
they lost after a memorable struggle, and the cup re- 
mains in Canada. 
The Royal St. Lawrence men have developed this type 
of boat to sucl^. perfection that it is doubtful if they can 
ever be beaten, and it looks as if the trophy would repose 
in Canadian territory for some time at least. The White 
Bear men exhausted every possible resource, and did 
everything that money and brains could accomplish, yet 
could not win. No club could show a finer spirit than 
that of the White Bear Y. C, nor can any club under- 
take the winning of the cup with more careful regard to 
detail and more thoroughness of preparation. But that 
others will be found to try anew for the prize is not for 
a moment to be doubted. Another season, let us hope, 
will find Americans and Canadians fighting it out in the 
same generous spirit on the historic expanse of Lake St. 
Louis. 
An American yacht builder in a letter to a New York 
paper, claims to have originated the type of boat now so 
successfully designed by the able Canadian engineer, G. 
Herrick Duggan. Whether this is so or not, to Mr. 
Duggan alone belong the credit of having brought the 
type to such a high standard of perfection. As a matter 
of fact, Mr. Duggan has been well out of the game for 
the past two years, but his associates, whom he has 
coached, have been able to design, build, and sail boats 
that reflect upon them great credit. 
The Royal St. Lawrence men are fine, clean sportsmen, 
but in the White Bear men they met "foemen worthy of 
their steel." That is why the races -were so satisfactory, 
and unless we mistake not, the Canadians would not have 
been §orry to have lost the cup to the White Bear club, 
