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of ripples and little gravel bars in the “brook” 
is very strong. 
* * * 
The angler who gave the following story to 
an Oswego (N. Y.) Palladium reporter, sends 
it to me also, but in this case he vouches for its 
accuracy. 
"Will Hegemann, who owns one of the shan¬ 
ties on the lake shore, about 300 feet inside the 
new pier, is enjoying a fine black bass dinner 
as a result of a recent storm. 
“At the height of the storm, when the waves 
were dashing solid masses of water fifty to one 
hundred feet in the air, and then being dissi¬ 
pated in a spray by the gale, a fine three-pound 
black bass was carried up with the rushing water 
high into the air, and when the wind tore the 
mass of sea-green wave into fine mist, the strug¬ 
gling fish left seventy-five feet high in the air 
was swept by the gale 400 feet or so toward the 
land and fell into and down Mr. Hegemann’s 
stovepipe. Alarmed at the sudden noise he 
opened his stove just in time to find the cause 
and save the fish before it was entirely broiled. 
“Several times during the afternoon the air 
was filled with shoals of small fish which were 
caught under the same conditions. 
Someone was unkind enough to hint that Mt. 
Hegemann violated the game laws. Technically 
this may be true, but of two evils he chose the 
lesser one, for had he left the fish in the stove 
the neighbors might have called on the board of 
health. 
* * 3 £ 
We were looking for rabbits, carrying guns 
and ammunition, chiefly as I remember it, foi 
ballast. Here and there ranged a young dog, 
who fancied he was hunting—just what, after 
taking his peculiar actions into consideration, 
I was unable to determine. But he was not my 
dog, and such opinions as I held I deemed it 
best not to express, tor dog owners are apt 
to be sensitive on certain subjects. Plodding 
along a sandy road, the dog skirting an open 
field of briers and scrub, we saw him burst 
into an open space plump into a brindle cow, 
grazing there. As if ashamed of himself, he 
vanished in the scrub. The cow turned tail, 
circled, plunged through the thicket and blun¬ 
dered almost into another gunner ranging that 
side with his dog. He in turn became pan¬ 
icky and ran, but seeing us, pulled up, and for 
a moment fumbled his gun, then thinking bet¬ 
ter of half-formed intentions, went his way. 
* * * 
On a Tuesday I made plans to go duck shoot¬ 
ing on the following Saturday, for the day was 
mild and the ice was breaking up. Wednesday 
there was rain, Thursday and Friday were days 
of bitter winds, and on Saturday all the ponds 
and tidal creeks were closed. That night the 
wind went round into the south and Sunday was 
very warm with rain. Coming to town Monday 
morning the river was blanketed with a dense 
fog. Standing at the bow thinking of the ad¬ 
versities of fate or whatever it was that had 
spoiled my plans. I saw a wild duck rise from 
the water ten yards away, and wheeling pass 
closer still with head turned in my direction. 
Had it laughed at me it would not have hurt 
my feelings more. That duck was within rifle 
range of a-score of the largest buildings in Man¬ 
hattan and in the path of much of the harbor 
traffic. Perhaps it had become confused in the 
fog and had stopped to rest. Other passengers 
agreed with me that it was not a common thing 
for wildfowl to alight in that part of the harbor. 
Grizzly King. 
Book Exchange. 
Among the readers of Forest and Stream 
there are many who are interested in old out-of- 
print and rare books on sport, travel, explora¬ 
tion and kindred subjects, and frequent letters 
are received at the office ordering such books. 
In the very nature of the case, however, these 
cannot be supplied on order, and it often takes 
months of search to secure copies, by which 
time the person who ordered them may have 
forgotten all about the matter. Within a few 
weeks we have received from readers and from 
dealers a dozen orders for a supposed book 
called “A Boy in Indian Camps,” which orders 
were called forth by an article printed not long 
ago in Forest and Stream, describing a book 
published in 1850 and long out of print. Such 
books as Dodge's "Plains of the Great West,” 
“Hunting Grounds of the West,” Elliott’s “Caro¬ 
lina Sports,” Palliser’s little book on Western 
hunting and others are often sought for. 
These volumes and others like them contain 
a world of vivid interesting description of life 
in the open, as it was from forty to sixty years 
ago, and furnish the most delightful reading. 
On the other hand, because they are scarce, they 
are costly by comparison with the ordinary out¬ 
door book, which has just been published and 
stands in numbers on the shelves of the book 
seller. 
No doubt there are many of our readers who 
possess these old books, and others who would 
be glad to possess them, and we are, therefore, 
making a special place in our advertising 
columns, which may be called a book exchange, 
where those who wish to purchase, sell or ex¬ 
change second hand books may ask for what 
they need, or offer what they have. 
