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FOREST AND STREAM 
Aug. 16, 1913. 
Published Weekly by the 
Forest and Stream Publishing Company, 
Charles Otis, President. 
W. G. Beecroft, Secretary. W. J. Gallagher, Treasurer. 
127 Franklin Street, New York. 
CORRESPONDENCE — Forest and Stream is the 
recognized medium of entertainment, instruction and in¬ 
formation between American sportsmen. The editors 
invite communications on the subjects to which its pages 
are devoted, but, of course, are not responsible for the 
views of correspondents. Anonymous communications 
cannot be regarded. 
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THE OBJECT OF THIS JOURNAL 
will be to studiously promote a healthful in¬ 
terest in outdoor recreation, and to cultivate 
a refined taste for natural objects. 
—Forest and Stream, Aug. 14, 1873. 
RETROSPECTION. 
Yielding to the constant request from sub¬ 
scribers for reprint of articles written by those 
good old-time sportsmen, whose places to a great 
extent remain unfilled, we have selected this, our 
birthday number, as a fitting opportunity to pre¬ 
sent in one volume some of the best of the old 
masters. No one number would hold them all, 
so we hope you won’t feel disappointed if the 
selection from your favorite author has not been 
selected for reprint. Let us know what it is and 
we will run it later. We have had interesting- 
letters of reminiscences from those many years 
associated with Forest and Stream, but lack of 
space and. their late arrival compels us to save 
them for another time. Dr. Thomas’ Maine fish¬ 
ing story, omitted from this number, will be con¬ 
tinued next week, as will the Federal migratory 
bird law digest. In closing, we want to thank 
those sportsmen—genuine sportsmen, for we 
have none else in our family—for their past 
friendship, and hope we shall merit an indefinite 
continuance thereof. The hopper overflows with 
interesting material for the coming year, while 
the different departments will be kept smartly 
up to date. To our subscribers and advertisers— 
thanks! 
FROM THE FOUNDER OF FOREST AND 
STREAM. 
Chesterfield, Mass., Aug. 8. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
Dear Sir: I answer with alacrity your re¬ 
quest to say something in regard to our forty 
years’ record, and accordingly I run up our pen¬ 
nant as due respect to the present manager and 
successor, whose energy and ability is manifested 
weekly. 
Forest and Stream stands as a name haply 
appropriated, which has been well earned. Its 
founder then at forty years of age (who is be¬ 
ginning to feel old at eighty) was fortunate 
to plan this publication and able to run it with 
sufficient means. All his previous life, from 
childhood up, he acquired “an extensive knowl¬ 
edge of the sporting resorts of the country, and 
enjoyed a wide acquaintance with sportsmen, 
naturalists and public men. He was gifted with 
a literary style of alluring grace and charm. 
He brought to his chosen labor of love the pres¬ 
tige of successful authorship so worthily won 
with his ‘Fishing Tourist.’ He was fortified with 
long experience as a trained newspaper man. He 
had in high degree the journalistic sense, and 
was endowed with a nose for news. Thus in 
every respect he was admirably fitted not only 
to project the undertaking, but to accomplish the 
self-imposed task. The successful realization of 
the ideal was no insignificant achievement.’’ 
All this is alliterative now. It was pro¬ 
nounced twenty years ago by Dr. Grinnell, my 
first successor. In the interval others have built 
on its firm foundation, and that designation and 
character it has maintained to this day. 
Only once, for a br’ef period, pending the 
hazardous experiment of amalgamation with a 
rival journal, was the favoring tide of our van¬ 
tage interrupted. The obstacle was eventually 
removed, except in name, and now, at the close 
of your fourth decade, I rejoice to find the es¬ 
sential features of the old Forest and Stream 
still prominent, though emphasized by a maturer 
and sturdy growth, with rounded lines and con¬ 
stantly enlarging scope in accordance with the 
development of sport and the expanding ranks 
of the guild, stimulated always by the increasing 
facilities for reaching by rapid locomotion those 
remote regions which, in my earlier time, were 
accessible only by canoe and saddle. You have 
all steadfastly kept the faith, and have never 
ceased to observe the initial injunction “to in¬ 
culcate in men and women a pure love for 
natural objects, and to stimulate a higher litera¬ 
ture of manly sport.’’ You have done honor to 
your founder and predecessor, and I dare say 
saved him much mental and pecuniary wear and 
tear, for to firmly establish such a potential 
periodical as Forest and Stream is no pigmy 
achievement. Wherefore I give you “Waid- 
mann’s Heil.” I congratulate you upon having 
so signally rounded the fulsome period of forty 
years with pleasure and profit to all concerned. 
I am yours ad infinitum, 
Chas. Hallock, Ph.D. 
FROM ONE OF THE OLD GUARD. 
BY JAMES ALEXANDER HENSHALL. 
I am reminded that it is forty years since 
Charley Hallock founded Forest and Stream. 
My word! How time flies! It seems but a 
decade since that worthy successor to “Porter's 
Spirit of the Times” appeared above the literary 
horizon to proclaim glad tidings to the lover 
of sport and nature. And right well has it 
lived up to its pronouncement “to studiously 
promote a healthful interest in outdoor recrea¬ 
tion, and to cultivate a refined taste for natural 
objects.” 
And how we of the Old Guard, without 
hope of fee or reward, contributed liberally to 
its columns our personal experiences with fur, 
fin and feather. What a loyal coterie we were 
in our efforts to make the journal a success. 
But. oh dear, few of the Old Guard are now 
living to note the great changes that have en¬ 
sued since our journal was established. 
Looking backward forty years it is truly 
wonderful to contemplate the changes that have 
been wrought in less than half a century. Forty 
years ago—good gracious, that sounds like 
ancient history, and perhaps it is! Forty years-r 
ago, in Forest and Stream, I began to cham¬ 
pion the black bass as the coming game fish, 
when there was not a single article of fishing 
tackle made especially for its capture. How is 
it now! My prediction that it would eventually 
become the American game fish has been veri¬ 
fied, and my assertion that inch for inch and 
pound for pound it is the gainest fish that swims, 
has been acknowledged. 
When Forest and Stream first appeared 
the passenger pigeon existed in countless thou¬ 
sands. the buffalo roamed the plains, herds of 
elk and deer were in the mountains, while 
myriads of game fishes disported in every 
stream and lake, totally oblivious to the subse¬ 
quent incursions of the despised German carp. 
The coverts and upland abounded with feathered 
game, where now the English sparrow reigns 
supreme. 
Thirty-eight years ago I contributed to 
Forest and Stream an account of “chicken” 
shooting in Minnesota. Glencoe was then the 
western terminus of the railroad from whence 
we started with camping outfit. There were no 
fences, the Scandinavians dwelt in sod houses, 
while there were prairie chickens galore on the 
stubbles, and young geese and ducks in every 
slough—I am open to the conviction that there 
might have been an occasional “dodo” after a 
hard frost! 
Thirty-five years ago I contributed an ac¬ 
count of a winter spent on the east coast of 
Florida, when I knew, personally, every settler 
from Rockledge to Miami. The entire beach 
strip between the Atlantic and Indian River, 
from Eau Gallie to Jupiter was a barren, sandy 
waste, with but one settler, a little Cuban living 
in a hamak opposite St. Lucie River. How is 
it now? Every acre is taken up and cultivated. 
There were but twenty settlers on Lake Worth 
and less than twenty-five on Biscayne Bay, 
mostly engaged in beach-combing and wrecking. 
To-day the visitor to the magnificent hotels of 
Rockledge, Lake Worth and Miami can hardly 
realize the great change that has taken place 
since the advent of Forest and Stream— from 
a wilderness to a paradise. Two brothers, from 
Ohio, whom I advised to buy a certain place 
on Lake Worth, for fifteen hundred dollars, sold 
half to a hotel company a few years ago for 
fifty thousand dollars. Charley Moore, the 
oldest settler on Lake Worth, offered to give 
me five acres of his banana field as an induce¬ 
ment to locate. Mr. Gardner Hardee, of Rock¬ 
ledge, offered me several acres of his old, bear¬ 
ing orange grove for a hundred dollars an acre 
to locate. To-day these properties are in¬ 
valuable. 
Change, change, a world of change, indeed! 
But “let the great world spin forever down the 
ringing grooves of change,” we still know that 
“God is in His Heaven, and all is right with 
the world.” 
