May 17, 1913 
FOREST AND STREAM 
619 
The Land of the Pleasant Sunrise 
By ROBERT PAGE LINCOLN 
T he call of the outdoor world is never so would find me belittling this feature of the great 
strong as in the early summer or late American pastime. You will name far away 
spring, when the earth has universally places, but I well remember that I have written 
caught the spirit of resurrection and spends on and experienced the glories of near-to-home 
every sunshiny day at its command to fill the camping, so I know a little something about it. 
cup of goodness to overflowing. Leaving the But there is a class of people who are able to 
staid old winter to its own unfathomable dreams take their vacations in other parts of the coun- 
and unpromise, the return of the mystic season try sufficiently far from home that they deem 
of warmth and cheer is felt by everyone; there themselves in primeval grounds. I will not try 
is an inspiration in everything one may turn to tell you how these people are able to do this, 
to; there is a breadth and view and fullness of There are a number who are not so very well 
expression in every movement of the transcend- off, as far as the money question is concerned, 
ing nature. Those who are able to leave behind who become reckless and have recognized, as I 
them their business worries and cares, and hie have recognized, that giving to yourself all there 
away to the sequestered places now for a is in it as a gift—make a stake and then blow 
month or so, are indeed fortunate, I may say, it on yourself. If this stake is used to good 
ONE OF MANY STREAMS TEEMING WITH FIGHTERS. 
clubbed, and he didn’t get a scratch on the first 
charge. Second time he wasn’t so lucky. We 
were on the run, within fifty yards of the bat¬ 
tery, when a shell busted right in front of us. 
]\Ie and four others went down mighty quick. 
Two of the boys was killed; one had a leg broke 
and we left him. I got my arm tore and an 
eye badly hurt, and Jim, the darky—worst sight 
I saw that day. Piece of shell took him in the 
face and scattered wool, skull and brains all 
over us.” 
[the end.] 
At Anchor. 
I am going a journey, brother. Or, would it be better 
to say, 
I am just ending up a long voyage, and dropping my 
kedge in the bay. 
Coming home, and in debt to the purser, with never a 
dollar to pay. 
Six decades. ’Twas a wearisome voyage, made over a 
mystical sea. 
In a poorly rigged, plebeian lugger, that always was drift¬ 
ing a-lee; , 
And where are the lofty square-riggers that started the 
voyage with me? 
They passed me far up to the windward, with stunsails 
aloft and alow. 
Some heading for tropical islands, some bound for the 
islands of snow. 
And where are the weatherly clippers, the merchants de¬ 
lighted to know? 
Some drowsily swing to their anchors, as the meander¬ 
ing tides go by; 
Some battle in frozen oceans, where the northerly gales 
are high; 
Some drift in the seething tropics, with keels upturned 
to the sky. 
Oh, grand is the lofty clipper, as she dashes the yeasty 
brine 
From the crest of the midnight billow, where the waters 
flash and shine. 
But I love the plebian lugger—the little lugger is mine. 
And loftj. clipper or lugger, it comes to the same at last. 
Or whether we count as wreckage, or hold to our moor¬ 
ings fast. 
When we swing to a final anchor, and the voyage of life 
is past. 
— F'-om “Forest Runes,’’ by “Nessmuk.” 
Hens That Hatch Fish. 
As is generally known, a big cjuantity of 
fish spawn is annually lost. To avoid this, 
fish rearers in China, says the Scotsman, care¬ 
fully collect spawn from the surface of the 
water, and when they have secured a suf¬ 
ficient quantity, they take a number of hens’ 
eggs, the contents of which have been care¬ 
fully emptied through a small aperture, and 
refill the shells with the spawn. The holes 
are then sealed up, and the eggs put under 
broody hens. The hens are allowed to incu¬ 
bate the eggs for a certain number of days, 
when the eggs are again broken and their 
contents put into water that has been pre¬ 
viously warmed by the sun. In a very short 
space of time the spawn hatches, and the 
young fry are then kept in pure fresh water 
until they attain a sufficient size to be put into 
the ponds containing older fish. The Chinese 
have long understood all the intricacies of 
incubation, and were among the first to use 
incubators for the hatching of hen eggs, long 
before such machines were made in this coun¬ 
try. At one time a considerable business was 
done in this style of spawn hatching. 
doubly fortunate. When we remember just for 
one minute that there are thousands upon thou¬ 
sands who never have a vacation of the true 
sort, much less in summer than in winter, even 
of one week or two weeks, we who are able to 
take a sojourn into the quiet spots should count 
ourselves kings. A little rumination on this 
vividly emphasized fact should make it possible 
for you to enjoy your liberal lease all the more; 
a tour of the woods, a tent by some lake, where 
one might rest and recuperate, fish and idle to 
the fullest limit of contentment—such pleasures 
as these are for kings, and not for everyone to 
gain by. 
To the average man vacation in the outdoor 
world means the taking of a tent to .=ome neigh¬ 
boring lake and setting it up in some quiet and 
secluded spot, his companions the trees; or it 
may be that he is so fortunate as to have a wife 
and a child. Such vacations as these are won¬ 
derfully appealing, and far be it from that you 
effect, your body will gain and not be trampled 
over. 
I will not tell you how the majority of 
those who take the train and some time later 
find themselves in ideal country made their 
money; it does not matter. To such as are 
able to get away, outdoor pilgrims, reckless 
single men and others with some outdoor bug 
or another on the brain. I am here to drop in 
a word regarding the wonderful beauty and the 
countless opportunities that lie in wait for one 
in the country directly to the north of us — 
Canada and Ontario especially. You have 
heard of Ontario, and I charge you to tell me 
for what Ontario is famous. Her outdoor 
asjject. of course. You mention Ontario, and 
directly you see a land of clear blue skies, a 
thousand sparkling lakes, crashing streams, b'g 
forests, and the many other things that tlie 
Creator endowed this blessed countrj^ with. 
Ontario is ati outdoor kingdom — the true king- 
