FOREST AND STREAM. 
[April io, 1909 . 
562 
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Wherever the White Man Goes 
in the pursuit of science, adventure or pleasure, whether as naturalist, explorer or 
sportsman, he can have a light water transport exactly suited to his peculiar needs and 
special requirements, in an “Old Town Canoe.” Anthony Fiala took a flotilla of 
them on his Ziegler Polar Expedition and found them “well built and serviceable.” 
Let us know what your trip will require and weMl show you a model in an 
“Old Town Canoe” which will meet the most exacting requirements. 
Our new free i lustrated catalogue with prices will interest you—send for it. 
Prompt deliveries. 
Agents all cities. Factory has been 
doubled to meet demand. 
OLD TOWN CANOE COMPANY, 
364 Middle Street 
Old Town, Maine, U. S. A. 
The “Forest and Stream” Trap Score Book 
^ Meets the needs of gun clubs and shooters in every particular. The ^ 
150 sheets are heavily ruled—an advantage all scorers will appreciate, 
particularly when working in a dim light. The horizontal spaces are ^ 
numbered from i to 30 . Broad perpendicular lines divide these into ^ 
groups of five, which aids the eye of the scorer greatly. Similar heavy A 
lines divide the perpendicular spaces into groups of six; thus the 
^ squads are distinguishable at a glance. ^ 
^ The paper manifolds easily, and carbon sheets are placed in the X 
^ book for that purpose. ^ 
It contains the American Shooting Association Rules for Live-Bird ^ 
«|» Shooting, for Double Live-Bird Shooting, for Inanimate Target Shoot- 
ing; Hurlingham Revised Live-Bird Rules for single and double rises, ^ 
^ and the Rose System of dividing purses. Price, $ 1 . 00 . ^ 
J FOREST AND STREAM PUBLISHING CO., NEW YORK CITY ^ 
A Few Left 
BARGAINS IN BOOKS 
Some weeks ago we offered a list of books at bargain prices. Some were abso¬ 
lutely new, samples, review copies, odds and ends of editions. More were shop 
worn, soiled, or subject to slight imperfections. All were good books, worth much 
more than the prices asked. 
Many of our readers took advantage of this opportunity, but we have a few of 
these books left. There is still a splendid opportunity for judicious book buyers. 
If the one 3 ’ou want is here it is certainly a bargain. \Yrite to-day for complete list. 
FOREST AND STREAM PUBLISHING CO. 
127 Franklin Street _ _ - - _ New York City 
Modern Training. 
Handling and Kennel Management. By B. Waters. 
Illustrated. Cloth, 373 pages. Price, $2.00. 
The treatise is after the modern professional system of 
training, it combines the excellence of both the suasive 
and force systems of education, and contains an exhaus¬ 
tive description of the uses and abuses of the spike collar. 
FOREST AND STREAM PUBLISHING CO. 
Canoe and Boat Building. 
A Complete Manual for Amateurs. Containing plain 
and comprehensive directions for the construction of 
canoes, rowing and sailing boats and hunting craft. By 
W. P. Stephens. Cloth. Seventh and enlarged edition. 
264 pages. Numerous illustrations and fifty plates in 
envelope. Price, $2.00. 
FOREST AND STREAM PUBLISHING CO. 
“WHITE FROST.” 
The sun’s like a rose in the mists. 
And the fairy spinners last night 
Wove opals and pearls and amethysts 
Into their weaving bright, 
The grass is ashine with gems. 
And strung with cobweb sheen, 
And the shadows under the pine-tree stems 
Lie purple over the green. 
The path’s like a silver thread. 
And the wind that’s just astir 
Flutters the frosted boughs o’erhead, 
And the wisps of ’ gossamer. 
The smoke streams out like a veil 
Down the valley, still and white, 
And the rose-glow deepens ’mid mists that pale 
Where the fairies spun last night. 
—Augusta Hancock in the Scottish Field. 
CR.\BS TIL-VT LIVE IN TREES. 
In his article in Harper’s Magazine on his 
explorations on the Orinoco River, C. W. 
Beebe tells of the curious crabs that live in 
the mangrove trees; 
“By far the most numerous, and in their way 
the most interesting, of the mangrove’s in¬ 
habitants were the crabs. There were untold 
millions of them, all small, all active and keen 
of vision. If we sat quietly, they would appear 
from everywhere, peeping out like little gnomes 
from their perches on the. mangroves, forever 
playing their noiseless little fiddles. These tiny 
tree-folk not only played, but danced. Let us 
picture a scene constantly enacted so close to 
us that we could all but touch the performers. 
Two crabs approach each other, now fiddling 
vigorously, now waving their diminutive pincers 
back and forth over their heads as a ballet- 
dancer waves her arms. They move never in 
straight lines, but sideways, now running back 
a few steps, now forward, until at last they 
meet, and each grasping the other’s claws, 
raises them aloft, and then for five minutes they 
circle about in most ludicrous imitation of a 
waltz. All this usually took place on the lower 
surface of a mangrove trunk, the inverted 
position apparently making no less secure the 
footing of the little dancers. We could not dis¬ 
cover whether this performance was in the 
nature of courtship or defiance or just pure 
play. 
“What we did discover concerning the lives 
of these crabs was full of interest. Hundreds 
of the smallest sized ones lived in holes in the 
mud, and when the tide went down they came 
out and ran about—^'intent on some all-import¬ 
ant business of their little existence. Another 
class of larger individuals had their holes near 
the roots of the mangroves, one or rarely two 
good-sized crabs apparently taking possession 
of each root. Here he disported himself, run¬ 
ning up and down, from the water into the air, 
with no change in speed; and here, strangest 
of all, he grew to resemble his home root. 
There was a great diversity among the roots 
as among the larger trunks—whitish, black, 
mottled, and all intervening shades. It was a 
fact, of which we had hundreds of daily proofs, 
that the crabs were so like their particular roots 
that often we could not detect the quiescent 
crustacean when within a foot of our faces. 
There was one group of five black roots form¬ 
ing a rough circle about a single mottled root. 
As we approached, a crab ran down each stalk 
into the water, and as we peered down and 
saw them go into their holes, we could at a 
glance tell the mottled crab from the five black 
ones. Even the roots which were as yet a foot 
or more above the bottom mud each had its 
occupant, which thus had to swim upward from 
his hole before he could grasp his swaying 
perch. 
“A third class of crabs lived among the 
higher trunks and branches of the mangroves, 
and, except where here and there was a high¬ 
road of some large trunk dipping, into the 
water, these less fortunate fellows had to 
scamper in frantic haste up the roots of their 
larger brethren. The indignant owner would 
rush at the trespasser with uplifted pincers, 
sometimes forcing him to leap for his life.” 
