Nov. 15 , 1913- 
FOREST AND STREAM 
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■of these broks and bogs have been corduroyed 
with small logs and slabs, which in many cases 
have now become deteriorated and been washed 
away by spring freshets and rains, leading spaces 
partially covered by tall grass, a most treacher¬ 
ous footing for the unwary pilgrim, but under 
the direction of our guide are negotiated with 
safety. Between these patches of corduroy we 
were frequently favored with long stretches of 
thick pine needles and moss, and an occasional 
strip of ground void of any vegetation, save the 
crop of ever present rocks lying scattered about, 
between which on the soft black ground many 
•deer tracks were plainly discernible. We had 
hoped to find the tracks of bear, as several 
parties had reported seeing them on the moun¬ 
tains in this vicinity only a few days previous, 
but we were not so fortunate. It was very 
amusing how close we could come to partridge 
before they showed any desire to move, and 
then noisily fluttered a few feet away as though 
fully conscious of the protection of the law. 
They were very numerous as well as quite tame, 
inasmuch as one simply strutted with ruffled 
feathers, dodging around a tree. One of our 
party was curious to know just how close he 
could get, and as we continued on we commented 
how soon this would be changed after the first 
crack of the rifle had echoed through the forest. 
Just ahead lies a clearing beyond which can be 
seen the waters of Enchanted Lake, on the shore 
of which lies a canoe and a flat bottom boat, 
into which we pile, and, skirting the shore, we 
are soon casting the parmachenee belle, silver 
doctor and black knot. Once, twice and again 
the flies ripple the glassy surface, when suddenly 
the quivering stem of the rod is sharply bent 
by the taut line now lost in a swirl of water, 
and Mr. Trout has the fly. A few quick turns 
of the reel, a deft manipulation of the rod and 
he appears on the ruffled surface close by the 
canoe, its brilliant coloring sparkling in the sun¬ 
light only to disappear in a last desperate plunge 
for freedom, when soon he is again on the sur¬ 
face close by, and in another moment lies flap¬ 
ping vigorously in the basket. After an hour’s 
indulgence in this most fascinating sport we 
leave our boat and canoe behind and start down 
the trail to Bull Dog Lake, two miles further 
east and mostly down hill. 
This trail leads through a wild desolate fire- 
swept region, the rocks and boulders now 
slivered by the fire and partially covered by a 
growth of tall wild grass without a particle of 
shelter and many partly covered holes and quag¬ 
mires, it leads a winding and devious course 
down to the lake. The day so far proved fully 
as hot as the previous one, so that soaking with 
perspiration we welcomed the little rendezvous 
half way down where, out from the rocks cov¬ 
ered by a recent growth of bushes, gushed a flow 
of clear crystal water. 
Here our guide quickly dresses the catch of 
the morning, the fire started, and the coffee boil¬ 
ing, he deftly makes several thin slices of the 
piece of bacon which are soon turning to a nice 
crisp brown. Into the remaining fat the trout 
are then placed, and soon done to a turn, such 
as guides like “Phud” know how. While watch¬ 
ing these proceedings at first with ordinary in¬ 
terest, I became conscious of a hunger such as 
I have not experienced in years, with the aroma 
of the steaming coffee, bacon and fish. The coffee, 
poured in tin dippers, sweetened and stirred 
with a little twig, but without milk, and the 
bacon and fish, prepared and eaten in the most 
primitive manner and served under such wild 
and romantic surroundings, was eaten by all with 
an appreciation seldom experienced. 
The few dark clouds of the early morning 
had suddenly assumed proportions which led us 
to prepare for a storm which the far-off thunder 
indicated was coming our way, as it increased in 
volume, so hastening our steps we plodded on 
till the wind-swept and now darkened waters of 
Lull Dog came to view. 
Here one muight well imagine himself in 
far Alaska, so wild and uninhabited appears the 
country. The mountains bare of timbers, save 
the low scrubby and recent growth of pine and 
kindred foliage growing in patches, rise sharply 
on opposite sides of the lake to about the same 
altitude and general proportions, the strata of 
rock formation spaced, and as far as could be 
judged running at much the same angle. 
From the similarity of the formation of 
these two mountains it is easy to come to the 
conclusion that originally here stood a moun¬ 
tain now forced asunder by the general up¬ 
heaval of prehistoric times. 
Many are the stumps still standing, rotting 
and bare, while the charred remains of others 
lay in all directions, unhappy reminders of the 
fiery onslaught which swept here several years 
ago, leaving a scene of wild desolation that has 
marked this region for its own. 
Picturesque and refreshing to behold lies the 
camp of Tommy Gerard on the southern end of 
the lake, saved from the fiery element by a fortu¬ 
nate wind; the rows of potato blossoms shining 
on the hillside yonder, and the little garden of 
truck nearer by surrounded by a fence as pro¬ 
tection from deer. Having reached the shore 
opposite on which the camp is located, the cour¬ 
teous Tommy in his amiable manner comes to 
greet us, and we are soon shown to our respective 
cabins, which are much the same as others we 
had found shelter in for the night. We had 
no sooner crossed the lake and got settled in our 
cabins when the storm broke with sharp flashes 
of lightning as the heavy roll of thunder swept 
over our heads, the dense downpour veiling the 
mountains from sight. Like many such summer 
storms it did not last long. The air now cooler, 
and feeling much more comfortable, we were 
soon on the lake and had a nice mess of trout 
for supper ere the sun, now glowing red, sank 
slowly behind the mountains, their somber aspect 
giving way to the evening shades which settled 
quietly down about us. On the morrow, after 
luncheon, we bid adieu to Bull Dog, and re¬ 
luctantly turned our steps homeward, yet happy 
in the thought that every moment of our trip 
was one of wholesome enthusiasm for the wood¬ 
land and its lore, and satisfied that the coming 
year would find us not far from the Allagash. 
Wildcat Follows Hunters. 
Hayward, Cal.—A wildcat’s faithfulness to 
its dead mate was witnessed by Peter Crestetto, 
of Oakland. When out hunting in Redwood 
canon, Crestetto encountered and shot a par¬ 
ticularly ferocious specimen, and after he had 
shot the cat, its mate followed him and twice 
jumped out of the bushes at him. 
Along with a companion, A. Forneris, of 
Oakland, Crestetto penetrated into the dense 
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scrub of Redwood canon, which forms a splen¬ 
did fastness for wildcats. The two hunters 
were after quail and rabbits, and had secured 
the limit of both kinds of game when they dis¬ 
covered two wildcats hiding in the brush. Both 
cats were large, and as they were within range 
of the shotguns made good targets. Crestetto 
fired at the nearest cat, but the shot failed to 
take effect and the animal, after springing sev¬ 
eral steps toward him, thought better of mak¬ 
ing an attack and tried to run off. A second 
shot brought the cat down. 
The mate of the dead wildcat succeeded in 
evading the bullets, and Crestetto, swinging the 
body over his shoulders, went off in quest of 
quail. As he went through the brush he was 
surprised to see the other wildcat stealing quiet¬ 
ly along behind him, stopping at intervals to 
smell the trail of blood from the wound which 
had caused the death of its mate. 
Crestetto lost sight of the second cat, but it 
again sprang out of the bushes near him, pre¬ 
senting a good mark for the shotgun. The 
hunter put down the dead wildcat and took him, 
but the cat was wary and disappeared in the 
bushes. Although Crestetto and his companion 
kept a lookout, the mate of the dead cat did 
not reappear, but probably went off to its lair. 
