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tically impossible to wholly escape from the world 
even in an Adirondack forest. 
I was playing a trout as these thoughts passed 
through my mind and Jim was back from Shakes- 
peare, handling the oars cleverly, keeping me fac- 
ing the darting fish, and then netted it in good 
tashion. We rowed up through the Second Lake, 
toted the canoes over the carry, and on the edge 
of Long Lake found a rough shanty bearing a 
sign, “The Angler’s Inn” kept by one Bill Long- 
ley, who gave us a hearty welcome. On a big 
piece of birch bark, that was nailed against the 
shack, was the following: 
THE ANGLER’S INN SONG. 
Bright be the board, by Friendship crown’d, 
The hearth lovelights burn warm and clear; 
Enough for me if there be found 
The hotel’s very ready cheer. 
Next to that humble home endear’d, 
By all the toil it cost to win, 
What shall we place beside or near’t ?>— 
Trust me—on second thoughts—an Inn. 
I’ve dwelt a day in grandeur’s halls, 
And nights of pleasure hath been mine 
Within the cot’s o’er ivyed walls, 
As ’mid the city’s gaudy shine; 
But there’s a charm, with home but shared, 
To pride and freedom both akin— 
Lord of yourself, that coin’s well spared 
That buys and keeps it at an inn. 
“An old chap came along here last month 
when I jest got the shanty up,” said Bill, “and 
the trout and the bacon, the hot biscuits, tuck 
such a holt of him that he said, seein’ how I 
had no name for the. hotel, he’d name it and 
christen it, so he forked out five dollars and 
named it the ‘Angler’s Inn’ and writ that poetry 
for me and signed his name to it, ‘Walter Scott.’ ” 
Jim looked at me and winked. It was too good 
to explain. We left Bill to find out from someone 
else that the little poem was penned far away 
from the north woods by the author of Waverly. 
The memory of Mrs. Bill’s hot cakes are still 
a chaste memory. She served them to four 
weary anglers under the trees in the open air. 
Then seizing a colossal syrup jug she walked 
around us and cried in dulcet tones, ‘‘Puddle 
or trickle?’ Trickle seemed the most alluring, 
and I chose it, and Mrs. Bill (his fourth wife, 
very fat, very good natured) turned a trickling 
stream of syrup on the cakes in a fanciful de- 
sign to a prenatural rag time movement of the 
wrist. 
_ Jim stood out for “puddle” to discover what 
it was, and the lady poured the syrup on with- 
out the fanciful accompaniment, a literal puddle 
of sweets. 
Then there was trout and venison, a wood- 
cock, more cakes, both puddle and _ trickle, 
coffee brewed by the gods, and _ while 
we were playing havoc with the table, another 
party came in from up the lakes and I heard 
Jim amid roars of laughter, telling them how 
“Walter Scott’ “had writ the poem only last 
week.” CHARLES FREDERICK HOLDER. 

Bracken in Trout Ponds. 
Accorpinc to the British Sportsman, Colonel 
Burn-Murdoch has a theory that the bracken 
fern is of great assistance to the trout culturist 
in providing food for the fish. He discovered 
that bracken was avoided by land insects, and 
came to the conclusion that water insects might 
take to it. He therefore experimented by sink- 
ing bundles of bracken under stones in a pond 
and found that it attracted water insects, which 
were fed on by the trout, which flourished and 
increased in size rapidly. In another pond where 
there was no bracken introduced he found that 
the fish did not grow in anything like the same 
proportions. 

More about Turtles. 
Tue New York Fishing Gazette says that Ed- 
ward Slye, of Walbrook, Md., found a com- 
mon land turtle during the week, on the shell 
of which was inscribed, “L. R. C. W. T. 1805.” 
The turtle is of average size. It may be a 
ree old if the inscription is accepted as a 
ate. 
New England Anglers. 
Mr. Henry W. CLARKE, one of Boston’s oldest 
and most honored anglers, passed away a week 
ago at the age of eighty-five years. A devoted 
lover of fishing, he spent thirty-five or 
forty sticcessive seasons at the Rangeley Lakes, 
going down each spring and staying about two 
months. For nearly all that time he was guided 
by one man. Mr, Clarke made many records 
for numbers and weight of trout and salmon. 
He was a most genial gentleman and a true 
sportsman, and his face will be sadly missed at 
the Mountain View where he usually stayed 
when at the lakes. 
At East Pond near the Belgrade Lakes in 
Maine a most wonderful score of bass was made 
during June by a Mr. Bradley, of Philadelphia. 
In sixteen days’ fishing he landed one thousand 
and one bass, stopping his fishing at that num- 
ber. His largest single day’s catch was two 
hundred and twenty-five. All of these fish were 
taken with flies and all but a mere fraction of 
the total number were carefully put back in 
the water. The group of lakes in that part of 
Maine are certainly astonishing breeding places 
for this fish, and I know of no waters in the 
country where they will take the fly so greedily. 
Two young Boston men, Messrs. M. and M. D. 
Witt—admittedly short of experience, but very 
enthusiastic—will leave this week for a two 
weeks’ trip to Garland’s camps at Debsconeag 
Lake in Maine. They will try deep water fish- 
ing for the big lakers at first and will then go 
into Rainbow Lake, which lies away back and 
which is spoken of by many as one of the best 
lakes in the State for big trout. Bass fishing 
at Sebago Lake will engage the attention of 
Mr. A. F. Powers, of Boston, who leaves Aug. 
17 for two weeks at the sport. If at all suc- 
cessful he is sure of some big fish, for the bass 
run large in Sebago waters. Herbert W. and 
H. B. Northey, of Salem, Mass., have just 
finished an extensive canoe trip through the Dead 
River country in Maine. Entering the woods 
at Stratton they went down the south branch of 
the Dead River and into Spencer stream and 
finally through Big Spencer Lake to “Tommy 
Gerard’s” camps, where they stopped for ten 
days. A visit to Gordon and Enchanted ponds 
eave them some very good trout fishing, although 
Mr. Northey sums up the fishing results of the 
trip as rather poor, owing chiefly to wet and 
rainy weather which lasted nearly all the time 
they were away. Mr. C. A. Clark, of Boston, 
is to leave town in a few days for an extended 
trip into the Rangeley and Dead River region 
of Maine. His first stop will be at the Moun- 
tain View on Rangeley Lake. After this he will 
go to Blakeslee’s camps, where he expects to get 
most of his fishing. Last year Mr. Clark visited 
Rainbow Lake, going in from Norcross. He re- 
ports the trout fishing there some of the very 
best of his long experience. Mr. A. E. Small, 
of Boston, leaves on Aug. 12 for Kineo and will 
devote several days to fishing Moosehead Lake, 
after which he goes to Cummings’ camps on 
Square Lake, where he will stay well up into 
September. A part of his plans are to inspect 
a camp site selected for him on the shores of 
Eagle Lake. It is his intention to put up on 
this spot three substantial log buildings, one each 
for storage, living and sleeping, and he tells me 
that the site selected is said to be one of the 
most beautiful in the entire Fish Lake chain. 
From Mareta, Texas, Mr. J. A. Loomis blew 
into Boston this week and outfitted for his first 
trip to Nova Scotia. He left on the Saturday 
boat for Yarmouth, from whence he will go to 
Kemptville to fish the Tusket River country. 
Fond of camp life, Mr. Loomis will live most of 
the time under canvas. It is his intention to 
stay in the country until big game shooting 
begins in the fall. He has planned to return 
home with a moose head if possible, and when 
the season opens will get far back into the woods 
with the best moose calling guide he can find. 
Highly colored and absurd reports frequently 
reach Boston through the newspapers, but noth- 
ing more foolish has been published for some 
time than the story that six sportsmen had lost 
their lives on the Algonquin Park preserve in 
Canada through the bites of black flies. That 
many people have taken the yarn seriously is 
shown by the fact that I have been asked severat 
times if it was true. The story started, I be- 
lieve, as a joke up around Buffalo somewhere, 
and a denia!—printed in red ink—has since been 
made in one of the papers of that city. It is 
an admitted fact that the flies in the Temagami 
and Algonquin country and also in Maine have 
this season been more plentiful- and perhaps 
more vicious than usual, but they must be far 
worse than this to cause fatalities such as those 
reported. 
For several years Mr. William C. Dilling- 
ham, of Boston, has made an annual trip of a 
month’s duration to Northern Canada. The time 
has come around once again and this week, ac- 
companied by his friend, F. M. Forbush, he 
leaves for Lake Edward. Taking canoes and 
guides they will go up the Jeannotte River, mak- 
ing a wide circle through some of the best trout 
fishing waters on the continent. Last year Mr. 
Dillingham’s record fish weighed 5% pounds and 
all his fishing is with the fly. HACKLE. 

Rainbow Trout in Central Africa. 
Wuen I left Zomba in March last the intro- 
duced rainbow trout had made great progress, 
were very healthy and strong, and I have since 
heard on several occasions that they continue to 
thrive. The ova brought from the North of 
England Hatchery, Barrasford-on-Tyne, by Mr. 
Storey in June, had hatched out in July, 1906. 
In March some of the fishes were from six to 
eight inches long, and were in fine condition. 
The wet and hot season just finished in March 
appears to have agreed with them. The floods, 
kept under complete control by the’ flood gate 
inlet, brought down quantities of natural food 
in the discolored water, and the fish suffered 
no harm from sediment deposited in the pond. 
This proved beyond doubt that our rivers are 
suitable for trout, and that they are likely to 
produce large fish in spite of their sub-tropical 
situation. Their growth and development up 
to eight inches in eight months compares very 
favorably with the progress of trout in other 
countries. We are now about to introduce brown 
trout to Central Africa. Mr. Cadman, of the 
North of England Fish Hatchery, is having an- 
other of his ingenious chests prepared, which to- 
gether with the old chest will hold 10,000 ova, 
and this venture, there is every reason to ex- 
pect, will meet with as great success as the 
last on the long journey of 8,000 miles from 
England. A new hatchery and a fine pond are 
in readiness for them at Zomba. We have learnt 
a good deal by our experiences with the last 
lot, and the new hatching tank has been made 
absolutely proof against all enemies.—Wm 
Wheeler, in the London Field. 
At Alligator Lake. 
Tue Springfield Republican says that Dr. and 
Mrs. Frederick W: Hudson, of Marengo Park, 
arrived home Aug. 4 after a stay of thirty-two 
days at John Haynes’s island camp in Alligator 
Lake, forty miles from Bangor, Me. They 
reached camp on July 2 and Dr. Hudson cele- 
brated the Fourth by killing a 300-pound black 
bear in the Gould River valley. He reports that 
there are many moose, deer and bears in the 
vicinity of Alligator Lake, and he had a good 
view of a cow moose and her calf. Trout and 
salmon fishing is excellent, especially in the 
spring, and many trout are taken from Alligator 
and Gould valley streams and from the Narra- 
guagus River. From one spring hole in the 
Narraguagus Mr. Hudson completely filled his 
creel in a short time one day last month. Many 
local people have visited Alligator Lake and a 
movement is under way to establish a permanent 
organization among them. 
A Big Landlocked Salmon. 
A pispatcH from Sebago Lake, Maine, to one 
of the New York papers, says that the largest 
landlocked salmon ever caught in Maine with 
a rod was landed on Saturday, Aug. 3, in Sebago 
Lake by Edward Blakely, of New York, who is 
in camp at North Sebago. It was Mr. Blakely’s 
first salmon. It was 3 feet 1 inch long, 5% inches 
thick, 10 inches deep and weighed 22/2 pounds. 



