Nov. i, 1913. 
FOREST AND STREAM 
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rarities without name. But when we came to 
camp, we found Hartley with the cook apron 
on making supper. He enlivened us with the 
information that the cook would not come till 
nightfall. But he told us he had made our meal. 
Figuratively, he met us with open arms, but we 
proceeded with caution, suspicion leading us by 
our hands. My eye came in deadly contact with 
something steaming in a tin pan, and with meas¬ 
ured stride I approached it, battling with the 
convictions that rose within me. It was a pud¬ 
ding—a nice, hot, delicious rice pudding; a 
glorious, irresplendent, appetizing rice pudding, 
and I longed to soothe the cravings of my inner 
man, but I recollected that it was hot beyond 
word of tongue. 
But hunger waits not idly by the roadside. 
After much blowing Beachcraft managed to 
swallow a spoonful, and the expression that 
came on to his face I never want to see again 
on a living man. All the horrors of a lifetime 
were depicted upon his sunburned features. 
When the pudding had cooled slightly, Hunger- 
ford and I started in and made an enormous 
excavation in one side. It was not until we 
had just about finished it that we noticed its 
bitter taste. My suspicions were aroused. I 
laid down the spoon as though it were a living 
coal. 
■‘Hartley,” I called, my face as stern as the 
muzzle of a gun, “what did you flavor that 
pudding with?” 
“I—I don't know,” he said, and forthwith 
took down a cook book of enormous dimensions 
and began to hurriedly turn the leaves. “I put 
sugar in it for one thing; I got the sugar out 
of this can.” This was enough. I did not recol¬ 
lect of our having a can as a sugar holder. 
“Let me see where you got the sugar,” I 
demanded, and in a daze Hartley extended the 
object in question. Previous to date it had been 
the nesting place of Hungerford’s Epsom Salts. 
Now it was empty. That ended Plartley’s culi¬ 
nary accomplishments, and it was with fervent 
thanks that before another night closed upon us 
our long awaited cook arrived. Yes, he arrived, 
and we ate far into the dark hours just out of 
revenge. 
It had been an eventful day at camp Blue¬ 
berry. 
That night Beachcraft read out of the 
almanac. “Now is the time to use elixir.” 
Pause. “I want everyone to know what elixir 
did me for. I had awful pains for over ten 
years, but since using elixir the pains have all 
departed. I spent much money on doctors, but 
elixir did its duty, and now I am up and walk¬ 
ing around like I used to years ago. Elixir 
made a man of me. Elixir, hurrah!” 
“What does it say there about the weather,” 
I wanted to know. .Beachcraft monkeyed with 
the pages a while, ran his finger around here and 
there, then came to the month he was hunting 
for. 
“14th to the 17th—Storm Wave: Destruc¬ 
tive thunder storms in the northwest, covering 
the Dakotas, Minnesota, Wisconsin and Michi¬ 
gan. Hail and flood.” 
The faces of Beachcraft’s astonished audi¬ 
ence blanched. We were each and every one 
undivided in our attention. Sighs were audible 
on every side. 
“How about the following days,” Hartley 
wanted to know. 
“18th to the 22d—Thunder showers: Heavy 
rainstorms accompanied with wind and hail in 
the Northwestern States.” 
“And then,” asked Hungerford, in a scarce¬ 
ly audible whisper. Hungerford’s finger traced 
its unerring way down the column. 
“23d to the 27th—Rain period: Heavy rain¬ 
storms over the Western and Northwestern 
States. Hail and flood, tornadoes and typhoons 
doing much damage and ruining crops.” 
Hungerford shortly thereafter took down 
his raincoat and began patching a hole in it, 
while Hartley renovated his umbrella which had 
three spokes on the bum. However, I thought 
that the almanac was an inferior thing, hardly 
worth mention. The guide and cook, which was 
one and the same, allowed that we were due for 
some heavy rain, all right. He could smell it 
was in the air, an unmistakable smell, he said, 
that always precedes a storm. It was on my 
mind to ask him if he wasn’t mistaken by some 
eggs that we had thrown into the woods some 
days previous, but forbade. All of us went out 
and smelled of the air, but caught nothing sus¬ 
picious. Hungerford couldn’t smell, because he 
had catarrh, and just for spite we stood there 
drinking deeply of the atmosphere till we got 
dizzy. 
Then we went to bed. 
Germany is said to have an oversupply of 
foresters, so that well educated men have hard 
work to secure even inferior positions. There 
is plenty of room for them in America. 
Much of the cork used throughout the world 
comes from Portugal, which harvests about 
50,000 tons a year. 
Paraguay has valuable forest resources, the 
most important of which is quebracho, particu¬ 
larly rich in tannin. 
Restoring the Susquehanna Fishing. 
Williamsport, Pa., Oct. 2 2—Editor Forest 
and Stream: It is a notorious fact that within 
a comparatively few years the unexcelled fish¬ 
ing in the West Branch of the Susquehanna 
River and some if its tributaries has gradually 
diminished until to-day more than one-half the 
length of the stream below its headwaters is 
practically void of fish and other forms of life. 
Some tributary streams remote from the head¬ 
waters of the river have suffered in the same 
way, although perhaps, as yet, not so severely. 
Many people, noting these conditions, have 
been at a loss as to the cause of the scarcity of 
fish and the failure of the streams to afford the 
old-time sport. The failure lies not in the 
waters themselves—they are as good as exist 
anywhere for the propagation of game and 
other fish. There is no natural reason for the 
failure of the streams. 
The failure of the Susquehanna to afford 
the old-time fishing, as stated, has been grad¬ 
ual. The up-river sections seem to have suf¬ 
fered first; they have had our constant sym¬ 
pathy. This immediate locality has noticed the 
change; and within the past two or three years 
we have been shocked and brought to a reali¬ 
zation of the danger of the river fishing be¬ 
coming altogether a thing of the past, when 
we have noted on various occasions a whole¬ 
sale slaughter of game and other fish. The last 
slaughter occurred during the week of Oct. 
6. and resulted in a mass meeting being held in 
City Hall, Williamsport, Pa., on Oct. 13, to 
consider ways and means to prevent further 
losses of this kind and to restore the old-time 
conditions in the whole of the West Branch 
tributaries. 
The discussions at the meeting, among 
other things, brought forth the following: 
First—The conditions existing have been 
