FOREST AND STREAM 
June 15, 1912 
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Resorts for Sportsmen. 
Maine. 
RIPOGENUS LAKE CAMPS 
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A Big Country is here opened up for Sportsmen just halfway down the “West Branch’’ 
Canoe Trip; 40 miles by steamer from Greenville to Northeast Carry; twenty miles to Ches- 
uncook by canoe, twenty miles more to camps by motor boat or canoe. Another route by 
caime from Norcross, Maine. Another overland by team from Lilly Bay (Moosehead Lake) 
to Caribou Lake, thence by canoe or motor boat 12 miles to camps. Home Camps com¬ 
fortable with spring beds, etc. Back Camps and Lean-tos cover a great tract of 
Wilderness, for Sportsmen desiring to go far back in the woods. Good living ever.\- 
where. Grouse, Ducks and Black Bear. We guarantee to give you Trout Fishing 
that is unequalled and Moose and Deer Hunting that is unsurpassed. Choice 
of the sportiest quick water in Maine, for the stream fisherman, or the most placid of pond 
and lake fishing for those who prefer it, where brook trout rise to the fly all summer. 
RALPH BISBEE - - - Kokadfo, Maine 
JONES CAMPS 
MOXIE POND 
We have the finest trout and salmon fishing in 
Maine. Trout from 5 lbs. down. Salmon, from 
6 lbs. down. Good accommodations for ladies. 
Good garden, good cows; in fact, everything to 
make our guests comfortable. Write for circulars. 
GEO. C. JONES, Mosquito, Maine. 
CARABASSETT SPRING FARM 
AND COTTAGES 
Five trout streams from 5 to 30 minutes* walk from 
farm. Very best hunting in season. Open for boya 
from Tunc 30 to Sept. 1. For particulars address 
N. CHAMPAGNE, Carabassett Spring Farm, Me. 
— CAMP PHOENIX — 
on Sourdnahunk Lake and Sourdnahunk River, offer, 
best fishing in Maine. Rate, $2.00 per day. No 
charge for canoes or boats. VVe want the man who 
wants “to be shown.” Write for references from 
your neighbors, and for further information to 
C. A. DAISEV, Proprietor 
NORCROSS.MAINE 
NORTH AND EAST POND CAMPS 
North Pond Camps. An ideal family resort, beauti¬ 
ful bathing beach, perfectly safe for children. Athletic 
sports and dancing. 
East Pond Camps. The fisherman’s resort. Best 
bass fishing in Maine. Individual cabins, private bath 
rooms. Write for booklet. 
I. W. CLEMENT, Oakland, Maine 
BELGRADE LAKE 
is the best bass lake in Maine, and Thwing Bros. Camps 
is the best fishing resort on the lake. 
We cater to fishermen and their families 
Individual camps with bath—excellent table, spring water, 
fine beds and personal attention of the management— 
trout and salmon fishing unexcelled. 
THWING BROS., Belgrade Lakes, Maine 
—Practical Dry 
Fly Fishing 
By EMLYN M. GILL 
$1.25 Net $1.35 Postpaid 
The first American book describ¬ 
ing this most artistic and fasci¬ 
nating method of angling for trout. While this 
book will interest all fly-fishermen, its principal 
purpose is to lend a helping hand to the beginner. 
CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS 
153 Filth Avenue New York 
Jamaica Point Camps 
Situated on Belgrade Lake. Open May 16th. New 
camps, with bath and telephone. Fine fishing sec¬ 
tion for bass and trout. Ideal spot to spend vaca¬ 
tion d^s. Write for booklet to MARSHALL & 
STONE, Oakland, Me.; after May 15th, Belgrade 
Lakes, Me., Water Route. 
SPENCER NARROWS CAMPS 
Cool, clean, comfortable. Avoid 
heat, dust, and discomforts. Spend 
your vacation here. :: Booklet. 
E. G. STEVENS, P. O. Kineo, Maine 
M oosehead Lake 
TRY GRAND LAKE STREAM 
“FISHERMAN'S MECCA" 
For spring fishing or vacation trip. Best territory 
in Maine for Fishing, Pleasuring or Hunting. Fine 
table, good beds, beautiful outlook, restful and 
comforting. 
GRAND LAKE STREAM COMPANY, 
Owners of 
Ouananiche Lodge, Sunset Camps, Grand Lake 
Norway Pines House and Camps, Dobsis Lake 
W.G.KOSE, Grand Lake Stream,Washington Co., Me. 
LAKE PARK CAMP, 
Finest and most home-like outing in Maine. Best 
of fishing. Three lakes (27 miles), 16 outlying 
ponds. 80 miles of river trip. Booklet. 
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e’ll try tlie Chieftain's pool next,” said 
my mentor, Imam Baksh, “the heir was 
drowned there half a century ago trying to get 
through at the ford on his mare. He was a 
fine young fellow and a great swimmer. Some 
said his sword that was in his hand got wedged 
under a rock and drew him down; some that he 
got a knock on the head, as the current took 
him. The first his father knew was that the 
mare, who loved the young chief like a dog, 
came back of herself to the home, whinnying 
with distress and refusing to be comforted.” 
I started at the top of the pool, Slier Ali, 
Lance Daffadar, watching from cover of a rock 
the- movement of the fish. A three-quarter- 
pounder took my bait with very little delay and 
was hauled in without much ado. Soon the 
float was taken under again and I struck, but 
not soon enough. I reeled up and adjusted an¬ 
other bit of paste, Slier Ali indicating to me by 
excited pantomime that the fish was worth hav¬ 
ing. Nothing big, however, came in that par¬ 
ticular spot, though several small fish were 
added to the bag. 
The sun was now beginning to get hot and 
I was glad of the generous helmet which I al¬ 
ways keep for fishing days. We were now at 
the deepest part of the pool and several times 
in succession my bait was sucked off before I 
could strike. “Something big and crafty,” I 
supposed, but was saddened to. find it was only 
a quarter-pounder. 
Great were the maledictions bestowed upon 
the unfortunate fish by my followers. 
“Oh, son of an immortal mother,” said one. 
“Have you no shame to push in thus before 
your elders?” “Pilferer and thief,” said another, 
as I put the little creature back, “begone, and 
let this be a lesson to you.” 
But now came the tragedy of the day. I had 
been using all day a hook tied on the best 
double salmon gut made by the most reliable 
of makers and right well it had stood the strain. 
But it now showed signs of wear, and, knowing 
the reputation of the Chieftain’s pool, I put 
on a new hook and trace, exactly similar to the 
first one, carefully damped, and cast my line 
out as far as a long and powerful rod could 
send it. 
For the first minute or two nothing happened. 
My bait soaked away from the hook and had to 
be renewed. But, with the next there came a 
deliberate downward settling of the working 
end of the float, and my challenge with the rod 
tip was answered by the indignant rush of a 
monster fish that ripped the line off the reel 
with a scream. I was evidently in for some¬ 
thing bigger than I had ever met before on this 
stream, and I reeled up with the utmost cau¬ 
tion after the first run was over, holding tight¬ 
ly, but firmly, and waiting. 
Ah. the giant was off on a second mad rush 
and gave him all he wanted, which was a lot. 
Again I reeled in, and then, why then, to the 
demonstration of the eternal fallibility of human 
devices, the line came back to me, the gut collar 
broken just above the hook. 
“God’s will,” said the Haji. 
As for me, words failed me, and I simply 
laughed. The Haji looked at me approvingly 
and made some flattering remark about my 
temper. “Oh, don’t compliment me on my 
temper,” I said. “I have lost it completely lots 
and lots of times over the most trivial things. 
It is the magnitude of the thing that knocks me. 
Have you ever seen anything to beat those two 
rushes?” And the Haji had to admit he never 
had. I went on fishing till my watch told me 
it was time to be moving on to my next stage, 
where breakfast and my work awaited n:e. and 
before long the gray outline of the old Fort, 
in a room of which I was to stop, appeared in 
sight. 
The Haji told me one of the many stories 
that have attached themselves to the b'dlding— 
a story hoary with age, going hack to the times 
before the Mahomedan invasion, when Hindu 
Kings ruled the land. 
“There was a Raja called Sirkap, or the 
‘Headsman.’ who founded the town and built 
himself a palace here. The reason for his name 
was that being very fond of the game of dice, 
he invited all who would to come and play with 
