May 7, 1910.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
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in a small space and thrive for a time; not so 
with shad. 
“In 1888 the National. Government placed 3,- 
000,000 shad fry in a pond at Washington, hav¬ 
ing an area of five acres. Fifty per cent, were 
grown to fingerling size; that was considered 
good work. At Neosho Station in Missouri, 
1893, 200,000 fingerlings were produced from 
700,000 fry sent from Washington. 1 hat was 
considered fairly good work under the condi¬ 
tions existing there. 
“We have many things yet to learn about the 
rearing of shad. However, the evidence so far 
produced indicates that it may be successfully 
done at the new hatchery and shad fishing in the 
Hudson much improved thereby. When all the 
ponds are completed the Linlithgo hatchery will 
be one of the best in this country.’’ 
Commissioner Whipple made an interesting 
statement of facts in relation to the fish known 
as “carp.” Among other things he said: 
“Many people wonder how carp got into all 
the streams, ponds and lakes of the State. An 
examination of the report of the State Fish Com¬ 
mission for 1887 explains the condition. There 
it is shown the Fish Commission through Com¬ 
missioner Eugene G. Blackford, during the 
months of November and December, 1886, dis¬ 
tributed throughout the State 8,000 German carp 
in lots of twenty each to 400 different places 
well distributed over the State. That is the way 
they were introduced into the waters of the 
State.” 
He further stated: “Many people are begin¬ 
ning to understand that carp is a valuable food 
fish and no one knows this better than the large 
fish dealers. Carp are worth to-day, taken from 
the water, from eight to eleven cents per pound 
and are worth alive in New York city twenty- 
five cents per pound. In view of these facts 
carp is a valuable food fish. 
“It is said there is at least $200,000 worth of 
carp taken from the Illinois River each year, 
placed upon the market and sold; that the catch 
of carp in Lake Erie and its tributary rivers 
last year amounted to $2,000,000. The Ohio 
Legislature has enacted a law imposing a fine 
for the taking of carp less than fourteen inches 
in length. It applies to Lake Erie and the rivers 
that flow into it. The effort of many people 
throughout the State—believing that carp are of 
no consequence—has been to try and extermi¬ 
nate them. In a short time every carp will be 
generally looked upon as one of the valuable 
food fishes.” E. C. C. 
The Ruling Passion. 
A New York city paper’s description of a 
Sunday at Coney Island contains the following 
paragraph: 
The excitement had scarcely subsided when a 
commotion was raised at the end of the pier. 
Edmund Schmidters, of 546 Forty-eighth street, 
Brooklyn, fell asleep while fishing and tumbled 
into the sea. He was pulled out more dead than 
alive by Murray Hennessy, proprietor of the 
Hotel Saranac on Henderson’s Walk, and Cap¬ 
tain Toggil, who happened to be close by in his 
boat. When he was brought to he insisted that 
he had been pulled into the sea by an enormous 
fish. 
Here was an angler who had the true spirit! 
UPPER FALLS OF WHITE WATER RIVER. 
A WHITE WATER GUIDE. 
Photographs by R. H. Scadin. 
Out With the Boys. 
(Concluded from page 700.) 
There was a drizzling rain all night, but not 
enough to check the falling waters. When day¬ 
light came, the rain ceased, although the clouds 
still hung low. 
“What in thunder was the matter with you in 
the night?” This remark was addressed to Fred 
by Bob while we were breakfasting. 
“Me? Nothing,” returned Fred innocently. 
“Nothing! Why you moaned and groaned and 
every little while you handed me a swift punch 
under the ear or in the ribs.” I was forced to 
agree with Bob. I have never slept in close 
proximity to a windmill or a threshing machine, 
but Fred resembled both. He slept between us 
and distributed his jabs impartially. 
“They say I’m uneasy at times,” he grinned. 
“I should say yes,” commented Bob. “If you 
get ‘uneasy’ to-night I’m going to chuck you out 
and get some sleep.” 
The boys’ clothes were by this time in a peri¬ 
lous state. They were as clumsy as calves and 
a good deal more careless. The constant rain 
had not improved the footing and their big guns 
were still getting in deadly work. Every time 
they went fishing each took several tumbles into 
the brook, and this did not help matters. But 
for the time being we were not exposed to pub¬ 
lic gaze and they pinned themselves together 
with our goodly supply of safety pins. This 
process had hardly been completed when a lum¬ 
berman arrived in camp. He looked sour. 
“Have ye a permit?” said he. 
“No written permit,” I answered. (We were 
camped on the land of a large lumber company.) 
“But Mr. S. told us that we could fish anywhere 
about here.” 
“Aw, we don’t care anything about the fish,” 
said he, “but we’re afraid of fires.” 
I explained that we always extinguished our 
fires whenever we left camp and reminded him 
besides that it had been raining hard recently. 
At this he cheered up a bit. When I told him 
that Bob was a Canadian fire ranger he cheered 
a bit more, and finally when I said that it was 
a pleasure to find somebody really watching out 
for fires in the Adirondacks and handed him one 
of the three cigars which we had brought along 
for emergencies like this, he melted completely, 
saying as he left us: “Well, good-bye, boys, and 
good luck to ye.” 
Meanwhile Bob and Fred had hardly said a 
word. After he disappeared they were voluble 
enough. 
“Oh, yes,” said Fred, “these fellows are mightily 
afraid of fires because that hits ’em where they 
live, but I’d like to know what that fellow I 
saw up the brook was doing with a .30-30 in 
August.” 
“Fire ranging,” said Bob; “Sure!” 
“Yes, I guess not. He was looking for moun¬ 
tain mutton to feed the lumber jacks on. I 
know ’em.” 
“What would you do with that gun of yours,” 
said I, “if a fine buck should stroll out near you 
while you were fishing?” 
“Not a thing,” protested Fred. “I wouldn’t 
shoot him (I believe him in this), but I might 
scare him a bit just to see him jump.” 
I knew that the big pistols were harmless so 
far as the game was concerned, and so I did 
not pursue the point. 
