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[Feb. II, 1905. 
it to the compartment in my book in which I kept 
flies for use among the sea trout, whose sharp teeth 
soon make tatters of the fly they are allowed to take. 
I used the Tomah-Jo subsequently for salmon on the 
Miramichi and Nepisiquit rivers, and it always proved 
successful.' Of course, I had them tied in different sizes 
to meet the requirements of different conditions and 
stages of the water; the wings, when dry, seem to be 
over long, and, liglit-colored as they are, they would 
hardly seem adapted to any but deep, dark pools. But 
after they have been cast two or three times, the 
feathers of the wings lose much of their stiffness, and 
shortly the fly, when drawn beneath the surface, has 
much of the appearance of a small sand-eel, and at times 
one would almost believe it is a capelin when in motion. 
Without at all resembling the ordinary silver-doctor, 
it has qualities, wheil being moved, that remind one of 
that killing lure, and I have often imagined that it was 
taken for a minnow rather than for a presentment of 
an insect. 
I have a half dozen or more of mutilated ones, each of 
which has landed at least one salmon and no end of 
sea trout, and several others show the hard usage they 
have received from the ouananiche and the landlocks. 
Of the former, one is tagged as having landed four 
of the first named fish in fifteen minutes on the Ashua- 
pmouchouan River, which empties into Lake St. John, 
P. Q., near the village of St. Felicienne. None of 
these ouananiche was over two pounds in weight and, 
as I was using my heavy salmon rod, they were quickly 
brought to the landing net, more quickly, in fact, than 
would as many fresh run grilse; with lighter tackle the 
record would, no doubt, be quite different. 
I have stated that the Tomah Jo originated in the 
fertile brain of an old Indian guide of the Schoodic 
Lakes. The genesis of the fly is given by my old 
friend, Charles W. Stevens, in his charming little book, 
"Fly Fishing," as follows: 
"I turn to my work. Does the brown son of the 
forest do likewise? No; he has discovered my fly-book 
by my side; a satisfied grunt attracts my attention; I 
look behind me, and see the work of Sarah McBride's 
delicate fingers passing under the examination of his 
critical eye. 
" "Those good flies, Mr. Stevens — McBride?' 
. "'Yes, Sarah's.' 
"'Sarah, she make good fly; that fly made like one 
I sent you; salmon take that fly, sure.' 
" 'Undoubtedly, Tomah, she made these from your 
sample." 
Yes, this fly is, and always was, a taking lure on 
Grand Lake stream. It is true that those landlocks 
are not, as a rule, at all fastidious, for it hardly ever 
happens that they will not rise to almost any feathered 
lure that may be cast to them, but there are times 
when they are not particularly voracious, and it is then 
they invariably rise to the Tomah-Jo. 
The changes through which that river has passed 
are somewhat peculiar. A half century ago the gamy 
little salmon were so abundant in its pools that they 
seemed absolutely numberless, and the veriest "fish- 
hog" could satisfy himself without diminishing the 
myriads which filled the stream. When the great 
tannery was erected on the river, the fish abandoned 
the stream almost entirely, and for a number of years 
very few passed beyond the dam at the outlet of Grand 
Lake. But with the destruction of the tannery and 
the subsequent restoration of the river to its normal 
condition, the fish once more began to appear in the 
pools, and they are now, as I am informed by one of 
my correspondents, almost as numerous as they were 
in the '60s, and they average considerably larger in size 
than did those fish. 
Those who are familiar with the great prices that 
are paid for angling privileges on salmon rivers will, 
no doubt, be surprised when I state, that about forty 
years ago the whole of Grand Lake stream, with its 
contiguous shores, was offered to a gentleman of 
Boston, the late lamented Prouty, whose memory is 
very dear to old-time anglers, for a ridiculously small 
sum, a few hundred dollars. Mr. Prouty, who was 
a lover of the landlocks, endeavored to induce some • 
of his friends to unite with him in purchasing the river, 
but was forced to abandon the project for the reason 
that, as angling privileges were everywhere free and, 
abundant, no one thought it worth his while to spend' 
money in buying a river. 
If Grand Lake stream were now on the market, I 
venture to say that one would have no difficulty in 
obtaining subscriptions of many thousands of dollars 
for it. 
A Fox and Rabbit Hunt. 
Cambridge, Mass. — Editor Forest and Stream: The 
first annual fox hunt of the Sportsman's Protective 
Association of Eastern Massachusetts, held at Wil- 
mington, Mass., Dec. 15, last, met with such favor, that 
the Association voted at a subsequent meeting to hold 
a combination fox and rabbit hunt, and to that end a 
committee was appointed, consisting of Messrs. M. E. 
S. Clemons, John Baxter, J. Allen Eames, B. F. Good- 
win and Dr. A. E. Merrill, to take the matter in charge. 
This committee arranged for the hunt at North Read- 
ing, Mass., Saturday, Jan. 21. The town hall was 
secured as headquarters, where members and friends, 
to the number of sixty-four, congregated at 8:15 A. M., 
and at 8:30 A. M., a photograph was taken by Mr. 
Geo. R. King, of Boston, after which the party sepa- 
rated and started for the hunting grounds in two sec- 
tions. The first section, J. Allen Eames in charge, with 
three dogs, headed for the northwest part of the town 
in the vicinity of Martin's Pond. The second section 
Frank Black in charge, with eight dogs, selected the 
northeast part of the town. 
The day was an ideal one for this season df the 
year, and the party had hardly got into the woods be- 
fore the chase was on in earnest, and excitement ran 
high the entire day. Remus, owned by Fred Skinner, 
of Lynnfield Centre, was in his usual good form, and 
jumped two foxes within a few feet of each other and 
drove them in almost a direct line to J. Allen Eames, 
who killed No. i and badly wounded No. 2, but he 
made his escape. The second fox killed was by J. 
D. Montgomery, of Lynn, and the third by Percy R. 
Bridgett, of Boston; a fourth was wounded by Justin 
Curtis, but, like the second one, made good his escape. 
The foxhounds outnumbered the beagles many times, 
but those who followed the beagles, reported some 
royal good sport. Seven rabbits were bagged; one 
by Justin Curtis; one by John Haggerty; one by Geo. 
Baxter; one by T. E. Webb, and three by James Baxter. 
At 4 o'clock the hunt was called off, and all returned 
to headquarters, where a tempting spread was in 
waiting, served by caterer C. H. Curtis, of Wakefield. 
Mr. Geo. R. King, the photographer, was evidently 
not idle during the day — although he did not take part 
in the hunt — as he had on exhibition at the banquet a 
picture of the party which he had taken in the morn- 
ing. Among those who took part in the hunt were: 
M. E. S. Clemons, E. H. Ives, Dr. A. S. Lamb, H. 
E. Blake, G. B. Beaudrey, R. S. Burgess, Arthur S. 
Abbott, Jas. E. Boutwell, J. A. Long, W. J. Ballou, 
John J. Council, John Geary, Geo. E. Gill, Chas. E. 
Taylor, E. W. Coombs, A. J. Amart, H. E. Wentworth, 
G. E. Martin, J. Allen Eames, L. G. Durkee, Wm. 
McLeod, Geo. N. B. Lord, Calvin Penny, C. L. Ford, 
John A. Roberts, F. K. Black, L. Black, Chas. R. 
White, R. F. Loring, W. S. Kinsley, T. R. Sheehan, 
John Hagerty, Fred Skinner, N. F. Ives, M. F. Emilio, 
W. R. Wheeler, E. Seebis, Leonard Chapman, P. W. 
Mclntire, Dr. W, M. Parker, Chas. R. Forsythe, M. 
F. Holt, G. N. Poland, Ed. Dannahey, F. H. Hackett, 
Arthur Bliss, Jr., James Baxter, D. T. Strange, Geo. 
F. Baxter, Thomas E. Webb, J. Hugh Smitlv Albert 
Mclntire, A. P. Joll, Wm. H. Jones, J. D. Montgomery, 
Daniel W. Eaton, L. A. Penney, Justin Curtis, Dr. 
Chas. Henderson, A. Chandler Manning. 
Ater the dinner, the party broke up, all agreeing that 
they had spent one of the pleasantest days of the sea-, 
son. An invitation was received from the Middleton 
Fur Club to join them Feb. 22 in a fox hunt, to be 
held at Middleton, Mass. 
The Sportsman's Protective Association of Eastern 
Massachusetts, while in its infancy — being organized 
June 23 last — has a membership of 161. A fund is now 
being raised by the Association to be used for thcj 
purchase of quail, to be liberated the coming spring, 
and any person who is interested in the propagation 
and protection of quail and who wish to contribute to 
this fund, are requested to send their subscriptions to 
the secretary, Vinton W. Mason, 1290 Massachusetts 
Avenue, Cambridge, Mass. The objects for which 
this association stands should commend itself to, and 
receive the support of every sportsman in this section. 
Every bevy of quail known to members of this associa- 
tion are being cared for this winter — a step fully as 
important as restocking. V. W. M. 
Dog and Fish Bones. 
Philadelphia, Pa., Feb. 4. — Editor Forest and Stream: 
"The Novitiate's Rainbow," published in Forest and ■' 
Stream of Feb. 4, afforded me unlimited delight in its 
perusal — up to the point where I read the following 
portrayal of an act of barbarism, which would have 
been degrading even to untutored savages: 
"It was a simple thing to run the thin blade of a 
steel knife in at the gill and deftly turn the point, so 
as not to disturb the ribs. Thus one entire side of the 
trout was lifted unbroken on to a platter — smoking 
hot. A similar motion, and the entire bony framework 
was lifted away from the lower side and cast into the 
midst of a pack of hungry deer hounds. One lean 
fellow caught the morsel on the fly with wide open 
mouth, the others looked disappointed and as though 
they wished they had been the lucky dog. The latter 
a moment later probably wished the same thing, for 
he had swallowed it without knowing how hot his prize 
was, and demonstrated that dogs can shed tears. If he 
didn't get indigestion,^ he was surely a wonder." What 
a pleasure! What a pain! 
How any man, particularly one who claims to be a 
sportsman, could find it in his heart to perpetrate such 
an act of wanton cruelty on a dumb and helpless com- 
panion, is impossible to conceive and condone. 
The dog's life was endangered, first of all, with the 
fish bones, even if they were cold; to throw them 
smoking hot to a dog was an act which, I am sure, 
for wanton, barbarous cruelty is unknown to the gen- 
uine barbarian. Humanity. 
A Good Dog: Done to Death* 
Derry, N. H., Feb. i. — Editor 'Forest and Stream: Mr. 
Chas. A. Sprague, one of your subscribers and a friend 
to game and good dogs, met with a loss that a sports- 
man most keenly feels. His only dog, a pointer right 
in its prime, most thoroughly trained and a dog of 
unusual talent, was, shot to death by a native, who has 
more guns than good sense. The dog wandered from 
home. The dog was shot probably by mistake by 
some one who thought it was a dog that had killed 
his sheep. But he takes the New Hamphire loop hole 
to save his neck by claiming the dog was "chasing a 
deer." This is most improbable, but who can prove 
that it was not? There is no redress under such a 
law, and it should be wiped from the statute book, as 
suggested by Mr. Stark. J. W. B. 
An Escapade. 
Log of the Yawl Escape, 
BY GEORGE MATTHEWS. 
"Safe around the Cape" was the message that came 
from Provincetown, and it meant that my friends had 
made good their very welcome offer to take the yawl 
Escape, of New York, over the shoals and deliver her 
to_ her owner "somewhere to the eastward" that he 
might get a good start for one of his periodic voyages 
to the Maine coast. 
The fast express that night carried the "Old Man" 
and his 17-year old son ''Dodo" to Boston, and about 
noon on the 6th of July, 1904, they were welcomed 
aboard Escape by Emil, the sailing master, who 
declared tlie sail around Cape Cod was the finest run 
the boat had ever made. 
Log. 
- July 7.— All hands called at 5:30 A. M., and vessel 
under way at 6:30, with a light and. baffling^wind,, whick. 
- continued ail day. Fog shut down occasionally, but 
land was made out near Gloucester just before night 
shut d own. Light airs off the land kept us drifting 
about until 2:30 A. M., when we managed to sneak in 
- behind the breakwater ?ind drop anehpr. It w^s 3 very 
tiresome, day's- sail.. ^ "'■ 
July S.'—The morning came In haay, with only a fight 
air fanning out ef the mil Thi sliepy ^rew $qt 
up sail, and. at thm Uhg ft |we-mdm 1>ftm\ 
■ .star te4 oyt^ ■ ■ ' -v -a : ■ 
Skirting close along shore, by Eastern Point, with 
the beautiful hills back of Norman's Woe astern, and 
Thatcher's Island with its two tall towers ahead, we 
had our first sample of the rocky and picturesque 
stretch of coast that reaches from Cape Ann away 
to Labrador. We passed close by the bold rocks of 
Thatcher's Island, and Dodo took a snap-shot with 
the kodak. 
Afternoon. — It is now clear, and a brisk little breeze 
bowling us along toward the Isle of Shoals. Around 
us fish are jumping, and Dodo has just landed two 
with the bluefish tackle. A fisherman in a dory tells 
us they are pollock, which is strange, as I did not 
know that pollock would bite at a troll. They are 
about two pounds each, and we shall have fish for 
dinner. A beautiful big yawl has been chasing us ^11 
day, and is now passing beyond our view out at sea. 
We think that she must be Vigilant. , ; 
_ Evening. — As the afternoon wore away, and it came 
time to hunt a harbor, we consulted the chart and de- 
cided to try Little Harbor, a landlocked little port at 
the entrance to the larger but unsatisfactory anchorage 
of Portsmouth. - / 1 
The entrance tq Little Harbor is a narrow passage 
between breakwaters, but we were spared all dim'-) 
culties by following in a couple of local boats, whiGh' 
were returning with sailing parties. We had to slaclc 
off sheets and zig-zag in to avoid passing our guide's, 
who finally pointed out the best anchorage to us an(3 
then went on their way up to the head of th© harbor,' 
This Is one of the m&ttut UUh place® irtrngitjal^U. 
. p^vimly sheltered, the watdr |wst deep g06t(gh, mi 
%k§ mlf flfn &t dvilk&tien * Mlutllw|-:-|ii|^ feetll Q«it« . 
a way back from the water, among the trees, but near 
enough for us to hear the music and enjoy the brilliant 
illumination. We set our collapsible lobster pot, baited 
with some of the pollock, and, after enjoying the 
lovely evening a while, turned in. 
July 9. — Another perfect day, with a light S. breeze. 
No lobsters in the pot. Got under way at 8:45, and 
stood up the shore. Vigilant following out of Ports- 
mouth and soon passing us. 
Caught another pollock. A grand breeze sprung up 
this afternoon, and we were off the lights of Port- 
land by dark, and anchored off the yacht club house 
by 7:30. 
July 10, Sunday. — Went ashore and found Pawnee 
Bill's Wild West Show just unloading from its train. 
The Indians, Cossacks, Japs and cowboys looked: as 
though they had had a hard night's trip. We wandered 
about the quiet town and tried to get our soda water- 
and provisions— sent from New York — from the 
steamer wharf, but, having no bill of lading, the agent 
would not give them up. He finally agreed to de- 
liver to-morrow, if we sent yacht's boat as a sort of 
identification. Mate Struthers, with two large grips,'; 
arrived via S. S. North Star, of the Maine S. S. Co., at 
3 P. M., and was welcomed with enthusiasm. The: 
warmth of the old man's greeting was, no doubt, some- 
what influenced by his catching sight of a suspicious 
bulge on one of the grips, which his escperienced eye 
diagnosed as "good spirits," 
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