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August, 1920 
FOREST AND STREAM 
HOTEL MARSEILLES 
Broadway at 103d Street, New York 
SUBWAY EXPRESS STATION 
“A Hotel of Distinctiveness and Refinement” 
Delightfully Located Between Riverside Drive 
and Central Park 
Ten Minutes by Subway to 42nd Street and 
Twenty Minutes to Wall Street 
Delightful Dining Room and 
A LA CARTE AND TABLE D’HOTE SERVICE 
Reservations Now Being Made 
M. P. Murtha, Manager 
A Country of Fish and Game 
A Paradise for the Camper and Angler 
. Ideal Canoe Trips 
The country traversed by the Reid Newfoundland Company’s system is exceedingly rich in all 
kinds of Fish and Game. All along the route of the Railway are streams famous for their Salmon 
and Trout fishing, also Caribou barrens. Americans who have been fishing and hunting in New- 
foundland say there is no other country in the world in which so good fishing and hunting can 
be secured and with such ease as in Newfoundland. Information, together with illustrated 
Booklet and Folder, cheerfully forwarded upon application to 
F. E. PITTMAN, General Passenger Agent, 
Reid Newfoundland Company, St. John’s, New Foundland 
Know Your Fish 
David Starr Jordan’s “Guide 
to the Study of Fishes” 
Recognized the world over as a most 
comprehensive and authoritative treat- 
ment of the subject. 
This great work, published in two cloth 
bound volumes of more than 600 pages 
each, contains hundreds of illustrations and 
is invaluable to anyone interested in fish 
or fishing. 
It describes the different species of fish in a 
manner that enables you to identify them. It 
cells of their life and habits: how, when and 
where different species are caught. . . . How 
fish breathe, smell, taste and talk. It treats on 
migratory fish, colors of fish, food value of fish, 
the mythology of fishes: mermaid, monkfish, 
bishop-fish, sea-serpents, &c. Its description of 
popular fishes includes trout, flounder, catfish, 
perch, bass, swordfish, eel. gayling, blackflsh, 
sand-darter, mullet, mackeral, herring, kingfish, 
halibut and other species: pond-skippers, cave- 
fish, file-fish, trigger-fish, headlight-fish, trunk- 
fish and other species of freak fish too numerous 
to mention are fully described. 
Packed ready for shipment these two volumes 
weigh 10 pounds. Price, delivered to any ad- 
dress in the United States, $12.00. Canadian 
orders subject to extra shipping charge and 
custom fee. 
FOREST & STREAM 
(BOOK DEP’T) 
9 EAST 40th ST., N. Y. CITY, N. Y. 
SUREGETUM CAMPS 
CONNECTICUT LAKES 
NORTHERN NEW HAMPSHIRE 
PITTSBURG, N. H. 
VARNEY BROS., Reg. Guides SEASON 1920 
SUREGETTUM CAMPS will open May 1, 1920, for the 
Fishing Season. Those who have been there need no 
written word to call them again. They know that the 
peeled log cabins are warm, neat, cosy and comfortable; 
that the grub Is everything that farm, forest and market 
can make it. They have slept in the spring beds and 
sat before the stone fireplace. In company with the 
Varney brothers they have hunted and fished the silent 
places and spent nights in the outlaying lean-tos. They 
know that for good hunting, plenty of fish and game, 
good cooking, wholesome food and a good time, SURE- 
GETUM IS THE IDEAL PLACE. 
Other information on request 
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Capacity, 350. Hot and cold water, with local and 
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elevator. Rates, American plan, $6.00 up per day; 
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dry and open bank upon the Wisconsin 
side, appearing very like an old “roll- 
way”, we landed to investigate. There 
were the remains of many fires and one 
fireplace substantially constructed of 
stone. At the upper end of the bank 
a little brooklet tumbled into the river. 
Stooping to drink, I spied a tiny darting 
form, and shouted one word, “Trout!” 
Soon our rods were assembled and we 
made our way up the little watercourse. 
It was hard fishing but in an hour we 
returned with sixteen fish that would 
pass muster. Though it was early we 
determined to make camp, for it was an 
ideal spot, open to the sky and breeze, 
and softly carpeted with green grass. I, 
as chef, laid myself out to prepare a 
sumptuous meal, while George busied 
himself with setting up the tent and 
constructing unusually soft beds of 
browse. As to the details of that sup- 
per, modesty forbids that I say anything 
here, only, a reflecting baker can pro- 
duce some wonderfully appetizing dishes. 
A FTER supper, while wandering 
about the mound or knoll, I picked 
up the covers from a pocket map 
of Brunette County, Wisconsin, bearing 
this address: “The Hudson Publishing 
Company, 404 Kasota Bldg., Minneapolis, 
Minn.” Parenthetically: Upon our re- 
turn I wrote the firm and secured sepa- 
rate maps of every county through 
which we passed. The maps are not al- 
ways correct in every point, but near 
enough to be of wonderful help to the 
canoe voyager. Had I only possessed 
the guides before the trip, but then, I 
now know where the map of any county 
can be obtained. 
It was a terrifically hot night, but with 
the bobbinet protected front wide open 
we were comfortable and slept well; in- 
deed did not awaken until the matin of 
the birds aroused us at four, and after a 
hurried breakfast, we were on the river 
at five, determined to get as much of 
the river behind us as possible before 
nightfall. Our vacation was drawing to 
its close and we were still some distance 
from our objective, — Hudson. 
Then occurred one of those inexplic- 
able happenings. We had dodged under 
down trees, through wire fences, between 
rocks and over rapids without dipping a 
drop of water and in consequence had 
grown heady and careless. Just below 
our camp an innocent appearing shoot 
close inshore invited us to cut a corner, 
an invitation we accepted with alacrity. 
A wave with a foam crest taunted us, 
and, well, just how it happened I do not 
know; but we came out of the encounter 
half filled with water, satisfied to escape 
so easily. The fact of the matter is, we 
very nearly went bottom side up. We 
beached the canoe to unload and empty 
out the water, a new respect born in 
us for the poet’s apothegm: “Things are 
not what they seem.” 
The atmosphere was close and hot be- 
fore six o’clock and we stripped and bent 
to our work, sending the light craft 
along at good speed. Heavy thunder- 
heads gathered in the west and we knew 
that we were in for a storm. We stopped 
at a farm house near the river in search 
of fresh cream and information ; but 
the appearance of the room into which 
