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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[April 16, 1910. 
on the amount two Indians and-four white men 
could eat in two days, concluded we had better 
not stay out another night, so packed up and 
loaded the little boat. 
The Commodore had gone down the river 
in the morning, so we knew we could pick him 
up at some one of his favorite pools. Ed de¬ 
cided we would hurry on and join the Com¬ 
modore, so Philip, Grandpa and the Indians 
were left to take the boat down. This proved 
to be a much easier task than taking it up. 
Philip would not put on his waders, but 
Grandpa did, and he was wise, for Philip got 
wet and he did not. Philip took the stern of 
the boat, while Grandpa straddled the bow with 
his long legs hanging over the sides. Where 
the water was deep it was easy, and when run¬ 
ning a riffle or rapid, if the boat bumped, they 
eased her up. The Indians had quite an easy 
time, as we only had to call on them a few 
times to take the boat through the worst places, 
one of which was the rough water of the first 
fall and a bad stretch near there. 
We passed the Commodore and Ed near 
Commodore’s Pool, and from there down it 
was easy, but we came near having trouble in 
one spot. We were going along so nicely over 
a smooth stretch, that Philip thought lie could 
indulge in a pipe, so he dropped his paddle and 
prepared for a smoke. He forgot we were 
traveling rather fast with the current, and be¬ 
fore he realized it, we were in a rapid swirl 
that drove us sharply toward the bank. An 
immense log hung over, and as the stern swung 
in underneath the brush and log, Philip was 
caught under the chin and lifted out of the 
boat, which, relieved of his weight and guiding 
paddle, swung completely round before Grandpa 
could get control of it, and the swift current 
carried it rapidly away from Philip, who by good 
luck had managed to throw his arms over the 
great log. The water was very deep in this 
pool, and as Philip’s hip boots had filled, he was 
in a bad spot, but, fortunately, he was strong 
enough to pull himself up and managed to get 
on to the bank, where he lay down on his back 
and let a small river flow out of his boots. 
By this time Grandpa got the boat under 
control and returned for the wet and wiser 
young man, with a few timely remarks about 
people attending to other things besides pipes 
when running dangerous places in rivers. It 
was comical enough and when over, worth 
laughing at; but for a moment it did not seem 
a laughing matter. 
Philip concluded that he was bound to get 
wet every thirne he went up the Batchawana 
anyway, so he took off his outer garments and 
made the best of it. It was four-thirty p. m. 
when we arrived at the boat, and as soon as the 
Commodore and Ed arrived, we started down 
the river. The Indians made pretty good time 
rowing the heavy Mackinac, and we all enjoyed 
the trip down, admiring the shadows in the 
quiet stretches and the beautiful foliage on the 
banks, for though it was August, here and there 
the maple leaves had begun to put on their 
gorgeous fall coloring, and the mountain ash 
with its scarlet berries, lent a touch of color 
among the green of the other forest trees and 
shrubs. 
Several ducks were startled by the boat and 
rcse with a whirr of wings to go swiftly down 
the river ahead of us. Later in the autumn 
this would be a duck hunter’s paradise, not to 
mention the charm for big game back from the 
river. We have often seen the foot prints of 
moose and caribou along the rivers, together 
with numerous deer tracks, while bruin also 
meanders about this country. The Indians get 
a few of the larger animals occasionally, but 
they do not seem to be very keen about hunt¬ 
ing. They prefer to stay near their settlement 
and seem to hunt “waboose” (rabbits), and 
grouse principally. 
It was six o’clock in the evening when the 
wide mouth of the river was reached, and we 
found a fresh cold northwest wind blowing. 
The Indians got their old sail on, and though 
the wind was a little ahead, with the help of 
an oar used occasionally, we managed to make 
the old craft go to windward pretty well, 
though she was inclined to slide off, especially 
when we got well out where there was a little 
sea. However, at 7:30 p. m. we laid alongside 
of the Goodenough, and the old craft looked 
mighty inviting, with the light streaming from 
her ports and a very appetizing odor coming 
with it. They had seen us sailing across the 
bay and Dan had prepared a good supper for us. 
It did not take 11s long to get on board and 
down below, especially Philip, who had found 
the northwest wind a little frigid for summer 
underwear. After making Dan’s supper “look 
like nuthin,” as he expressed it, we all gathered 
about the cabin table, or reclined in the bunks, 
to talk it over. Those who had gone decided 
they wanted to go again.for a longer stay, and 
those who had missed the trip agreed they 
would not do so next time, but, alas! for 
human places and expectations, that proved to 
be the last cruise of the Goodenough. The old 
craft, which we had grown to love in the ten 
years we had sailed her, was badly used by the 
ice and had to be hauled out that fall,- and the 
next year the Commodore, her owner, and the 
Professor, who felt that he owned her, went 
abroad and the neglected ship went to pieces. 
The last view we had of the dear old “Tuff”— 
the Commodore’s pet abbreviation of “Tough- 
enough”—was as she lay at her winter moor¬ 
ings, just after evening had cast its shadows 
over land and sky and water and the rising 
moon was breaking through the dark bank of 
clouds, lighting up the scene with a silvery 
halo that we will never forget. 
We live in hopes that some day a new Good- 
enough will be built, and once more the crew 
will sail away to the North Shore and Batch¬ 
awana Bay. 
Farewell, good ship, that oft has proved 
Thy staunchness ’mid wild storm and sea, 
We leave thee ’neath the darkening sky, 
And wonder what thy future lot will be. 
Fond memories of the happy days 
We cruised along the loved north shore, 
’Mid scenes of nature’s wildest moods, 
Shall cherished be for evermore. 
Frank F. Frisbie. 
A Holiday. 
“If I went out in a small boat,” said the 
teacher, “and the owner knew it was leaking, 
and I got drowned, what would that be?” After 
a few minutes’ silence a little boy stood up and 
said : “A holiday, sir !”—Fishing Gazette. 
Record Steelhead Trout. 
San Francisco, Cal., April 4 .— Editor Forest 
and Stream: The third annual anglers’ field day, 
under the auspices of the California Anglers’ 
Association, will take place on April 17 at Point 
Reyes. Prizes will be awarded for the largest 
trout taken, the best basket of trout caught and 
for other piscatorial feats. Large parties of San 
Francisco anglers are preparing to attend and 
with the Marin anglers the fishermen should 
number many hundreds. A barbecued beef lunch 
will be served. 
The trophy offered by the California Anglers’ 
Association for the largest steelhead trout taken 
during the past season was won by George Went¬ 
worth of San Francisco, who captured a four¬ 
teen-pound fish at the White House Pool late 
last January. This is the record fish for the 
season in California waters. 
Steelhead trout fishing in California com¬ 
menced on April 1 and from present indications 
the season will be one of the most successful 
ever experienced. The various streams are re¬ 
ported to be well stocked with fish and the heavy 
rains that fell a short time ago have not resulted 
in raising the streams as much as was feared; 
in fact, at the present time they are just right 
for successful fishing and a continuation of the 
present ideal weather conditions will bring out 
a large army of enthusiasts for the early season 
fishing. 
Fish Commissioner M. J. Connell, of Los 
Angeles, is credited with the following state¬ 
ment in regard to the present steelhead trout 
law in discussing the difference between steel¬ 
head and rainbow trout. He said: “I brought 
the matter up at a recent meeting of the fish 
and game commissioners with the view of hav¬ 
ing an interpretation of the present steelhead 
.trout law. It is necessary that instructions be 
issued to all deputies in accordance with the 
ruling of the board. It was agreed that begin¬ 
ning with April 1 steelheads should be allowed 
to be taken wherever found irrespective of the 
distance from tidewater. Sportsmen, however, 
should clearly understand the range of these 
fishes and they will be expected to observe faith¬ 
fully the general provisions of the law relating 
to all other varieties of trout.” 
The open season for other varieties of trout 
will commence on May 1. Last year a man was 
arrested in San Bernardino county for taking 
trout from a stream in Bear Valley during the 
month of April, but he contended that it was 
a steelhead trout and not a rainbow trout as 
was contended by the prosecution. The case was 
dismissed. It is expected that this season ad¬ 
vantage will be taken of this decision to open 
streams away from the coast to early fishing 
under the theory that the difference between a 
rainbow and a steelhead trout is so slight that 
the fish and game commissioners cannot tell the 
difference between them. 
The California Trout Farm Company, operat¬ 
ing near Inverness, is meeting with great success 
in hatching and raising trout and now has eleven 
concrete tanks capable of holding 400,000 trout 
with twenty similar tanks in course of construc¬ 
tion. The hatchery plant of this concern is 
located a short distance away from the farm 
and at the present time there are in the hatch¬ 
ing troughs 400,000 quinnat salmon fry and 60 ,- 
000 Eastern brook trout fry. The salmon eggs 
