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about the tracks at the spring, and he asked how 
the men got there. 
“Fred said probably they came up the stream 
from the mill below. Will thought a minute and 
said, ‘Well, if they came up the stream, why 
can’t we go down it?’ 
“‘By George!’ said Fred, ‘that’s it. Why can’t 
we? Of course we can; and I don’t see why 
I never thought of it before, and it can’t be 
very far, either.’ 
“ ‘If they built these camps they must have a 
road somewhere to get the stove and things 
in here. And if we can find that and go down 
the stream, we will come to the mill sometime,’ 
said I. 
“ ‘That’s so,’ said Fred. ‘Let’s leave most of 
the stuff here—I can send in for it sometime-*- 
and just take our rods and such things and 
start.’ 
“So we hid the blankets and things in the 
camp, and taking our rods and ax, we again 
started for home, this time by a new way. 
"We soon found the road and followed it 
down the stream. Twice we had to wade across 
where bridges were washed away; and at last, 
very tired, we came out in sight of the mill. 
“We ran down the hill toward the boarding 
house and went right in. The men were eating 
supper, and when they heard our story they 
invited us to sit right down to supper. Then 
the boss hitched up a team and brought us home. 
Coming down we told him about the wild man. 
He said he guessed it was a Frenchman who 
was lost in the woods a while ago. Some of 
his men had said they had seen him, but nobody 
believed them.” 
“Wall, boys,” said Uncle Shaw, “you sar- 
tainly did have a hard time—that’s a fact.” 
Somebody turned to Will and said, “I guess 
you don’t want to go fishing again, do ye?” 
“Yes, sir, I do,” said he. “But the next time 
I want to know that I can come home when I 
get ready.” 
[to be continued.] 
Dams in the Adirondacks. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
In a communication printed last week, relative 
to dams in the Adirondacks, the types make me 
say that “compensation is more than likely,” 
whereas I intended to say that it “is more than 
unlikely.” This seems a small matter, but it 
is really significant. 
The public will surely get no compensation, 
though very possibly something may eventually 
be paid for the flooding of private lands. The 
prospective amount, however, would be so small 
that it would not pay a working man to try for 
it. Judges would perhaps allow at cord wo'od 
value for the trees killed, and probably for the 
acreage permanently flooded, but in a country 
where dead trees for fuel are almost free and 
deforested land worth a dollar an acre, the 
amount would not be worth a trip to court. 
And claims would be limited to the damage im¬ 
mediately done for which testimony could es¬ 
tablish a money value. It would be hard to 
prove that the inevitable eating away of over¬ 
hanging sandy shores and the disadvantage of 
a constant change of water level would in a 
fixed time amount to $5 or $5,000. 
Although the private interests of the ordinary 
camp owner are insignificant by comparison, 
they would suffer practically the same as those 
of the State. So it seems to me that the small 
property owner is justified in his objection to 
dams, as well as is the public. It does not yet 
seem safe to legalize them. The disgruntled 
camper may see considerable difference be¬ 
tween a sea of green stretching beyond the op¬ 
posite shore and a landscape of drowned timber 
slapping him in the face; but if the flooded land 
did not belong to him, a heard-headed judge 
would surely count his loss visionary. The busi¬ 
ness men who want water power and want it 
right away before it becomes a possession of 
the people, will continue of course to laugh at 
the sentiment of the men who wish to save a 
little of wild nature for the sake of its wildness. 
David Carl. 
Archery in Minnesota. 
Many indications point to a steady, if not 
speedy, revival of this the most noble and ancient 
of pastimes. It is not proselyting after new 
converts to the fascination of the sport that 
needs first to be done; it is rather a work of 
getting together, of encouraging those who 
have been for sometime votaries of archery. 
Here and there over this country from sea to 
sea are archers shooting silently and alone; 
some too timid to acknowledge their favorite 
manner of recreation, others wholly ignorant 
that any other real bowmen exist on this side 
of the Atlantic. Only recently I heard of a 
man who had been an expert and enthusiastic 
shot at the target range for eighteen years, and 
during all that time had never seen another man 
draw a bow! 
My own story is probably that of many others. 
Ever since I can remember the flight of an 
arrow has had the keenest fascination for me. 
As mere lads my brother and myself made and 
hunted with our own crude tackle. Then one 
day we ran across two books, “The Witchery of 
Archery,” by Maurice Thompson, and the Eng¬ 
lish work on archery that belongs to the Bad¬ 
minton Library. These books set us on the 
right track, and for several years We shot in the 
forests with some success, using weapons made 
by our own hands. Some of the finest out¬ 
door thrills' that I can remember were oc¬ 
casioned when I plumped a frisky squirrel off a 
tree-bole at thirty yards with my home-made 
hickory bow and arrows, whose turkey feathers 
were begged from the meat dealer the week 
before Thanksgiving. 
Minnesota is one of the most glorious lands 
in which a wildwood long bowman (or indeed 
a tame one) could have to dwell. The land of 
Hiawatha offers itself as a second Sherwood 
Forest, a tempting home for a flourishing 
brotherhood of devoted disciples of ye bold 
outlaw of Nottingham town. 
Other duties, too, lie before us; let us hear 
more from those who love the twang of a bow 
cord and the “flying hiss” of an arrow; let us 
see more printed in the magazines; let us be¬ 
come acquainted; let us grow. 
Thos. H. Uzzell, 
University of Minnesota. 
Minneapolis, Minn. 
The annual meeting of the National Archery 
Association of the United States will be held 
this year in Boston, Aug. 21, 22 and 23. 
The officers of the Association are: Presi¬ 
dent, Walla’ce Bryant, Boston; Vice-President, 
Tacitus Hussey, Des Moines; Secretary-Treas¬ 
urer, C. E. Dallin, 69 Ashland avenue, Arling¬ 
ton Heights, Boston. Executive Committee— 
F. W. Benson, Salem, Mass; S. Phillips 
Bryant, Boston; C. E. Dallin, Boston; C. C. 
Beach, Battle Creek. Mich,; Will H. Thompson, 
Seattle; Dr. Edward B. Weston, Chicago; M. 
C. Howell, Cincinnati. 
The following archers won the championship 
last August in Chicago: F. Phillips Bryant, 
Boston, York Round; C. C. Beach, Battle Creek, 
American Round; Mrs. M. C. Howell, Cincin¬ 
nati, National Round and Columbian Round. 
Newfoundland Angling. 
Rubar’s Pools, Harry’s Brook, Newfoundland, 
August- 1.— Editor Forest and Stream: I am 
writing this short letter for the benefit of 
those who have been here and for their 
brother anglers that would like to have some 
good fishing in Newfoundland. 
The season early on all the rivers has been a 
success, sucli as the Grand, Codroy, Crabb’s, 
Robinson’s, Fishels. During the month of June 
there were catches on Crabb’s and Robinson’s of 
salmon and grilse of upward of sixty good fish 
by two parties. When one thinks of the access¬ 
ible means by steamer from New York or from 
Boston to Nova Scotia, and a nine hour trip to 
Sidney, Cape Breton, one night on the steamer 
to Newfoundland; then a rail journey of four 
or five hours to the Bay St. George, where you 
have the choice of seven good rivers to fish with¬ 
out a license within one hour by rail from 
that point. Guides and camp outfits can be had 
on arrival of train; later at the hotel or Nasdem, 
Main River station; and one can be on the water 
in a fine fishing country with a certainty of some 
good fish to catch the next morning. I wrote 
a letter last fall how to get to this paradise 
for fishermen. Cook’s or any tourist office will 
furnish time tables or folders of the Reid New¬ 
foundland Co. 
I have been on this river for three weeks and 
have killed fifty salmon and twenty-three trout 
averaging l[/2 pounds. Largest salmon, 15 Ji; 
largest trout, 2%. Same old bad luck tale of 
losing the big ones. I have had on fine fish, that 
would go from twenty to thirty pounds; but 
I attribute all my trouble to using No. 6 
double hooks. After playing a fish upward of 
an hour, and when you have him killed and ready 
for the gaff, that is to say showing the white, as 
he rolls over on his side, the little double hook 
then commences to work one hook against the 
other and backs out; and the fish floats as it 
were on his side down stream. As long as you 
have the fish head on or even as he leaps in 
the air, you are all right; but in the finish or 
death roll you are nowhere. Give me the single 
hook, even one of the same size, to save fish. 
There will be. good sea trout fishing for the 
next three weeks as they are late this season and 
just commencing to run up the rivers. Grilse 
are plenty; and salmon seem more plentiful than 
last year in this section of the country. I hear 
the other rivers have all done well this year. 
There is a movement on the part of the Fish 
Commission at St. John, that if carried out will 
be very beneficial to the protection of the rivers 
and to the anglers. 
At the Log Cabin, Spruce Brook, I hear from 
the genial proprietor, Mr. Dodd, of good catches 
made at his pools. C. D. B. W. 
An Adirondack Woods Fairy. 
Malone, N. Y., July 26.— Editor Forest and 
Stream: I thought the enclosed photo would 
adorn a ‘page in your publication and prove of in¬ 
terest to persons visiting the Adirondacks. Tha 
little girl holding the string of trout is my grand¬ 
child, Eleanor Catherine Jones, two years and 
eleven months old. The trout were caught in 
front of my camp in the waters at Mountain 
*/iew on July 20. John M. Fay. 
In Appreciation of the “Lodges.” 
Brewer, Maine, July 23.— Editor Forest and 
Stream: I wish to thank Mr. Walter B. Ander¬ 
son for the pleasure I have had in reading his 
“In the Lodges of the Blackfeet” so plainly and 
truthfully told. As in my childhood we had 
Indians for neighbors, and as I grew older they 
were my playmates and hunting companions,_ I 
can share with him in his love for them. I wish 
that when he says all looks dark to him he could 
share with me in the hope “which is as an anchor 
to the soul sure, and steadfast, and which en- 
tereth into that within the vale.” 
Manly Hardy. 
Pennsylvania, July 23.— Editor Forest and 
Stream: “In the Lodges of the Blackfeet” has 
brought out the lights and shadows of Indian 
life unknown to the average American. Nothing 
has appeared in the Forest and Stream for a 
long time that has attracted so much attention as 
Anderson’s articles, and I wish some others 
familiar with Indian life would give your readers 
their experiences. In a few years all this class 
of men will have gone to the Happy Hunting 
Grounds and they should make their records be¬ 
fore the Great Spirit calls. Tohickon. 
East Wareham, Mass., July 22.— Editor 
Forest and Stream: It was with genuine regret 
that I read the last chapter of “In the Lodges of 
the Blackfeet.” I had never before read any¬ 
thing about Indian life and customs that seemed 
so absolutely true. Having lived for a time on 
an Indian reservation, and knowing both Indians 
and squaw-men, my interest and sympathy went 
with the writer from beginning to end. 
The whole should be published in book form, 
for few living men could write so well on the 
subject Walter B. Savary, 
