
We have now made a fair commencement on the Lower 
Susquehanna, and will be ready at any moment to receive 
some more from you, 
Dr. Slack tells me he will make a deposit at the head 
waters of Conacocheague early next week. He will not 
have so long to keep his fish in a single water, and I trust, 
therefore, he will be as successful as we have been. 
I have bespoken Mr. Watt’s good offices in the care he has 
taken of those placed in his neighborhood, and we shall no- 
tify the people of Cumberland county to respect everything 
they catch in the Canadaguinnet that looks like a trout, and 
return it at once to the water. I remain, very truly yours, 
JAMES WoORRALL. 
To Hon, Spencer F, Barry, Washington, D. C. 
—dJ. Newton Nelson, fsq., of St. John, New Brunswick, 
in enumerating the lakes in the vicinity, writes some plea- 
sant little paragraphs. He says:— 
I have often thought how lonely would be the lakes and 
streams if it were not for the beautiful inhabitants of their 
waters. I have seen an extensive salt lake in the Bahama 
Islands that would cover hundreds of acres, but not a liv- 
ing thing dwelt init. Its surface was blood red, and to the 
gaze of the stranger all appeared like death—so quiet, so 
inanimate; not even a feathered songster near its shores. 
The low moanings of the wind whistled through the thatch- 
trees, and seemed to sing a dirge half weepingly. But I 
am to tell you of our own familiar waters, teeming with 
life, and around the shadowing forests of which thousands 
of little birds tell their tales of love. Tyank God for the 
birds and their enchanting melodies! 
‘Tracey’s lake, twenty-eight miles from St. John, is a de- 
lightful sheet of water. It is here Edgardo and myself 
oftentimes go. Near its cozy beach is a comfortable house 
to put up at. This lake is about one mile long by hilf a 
mile wide. A charming island, shaded by spruce trees, 
adorns its bosom. A bar extends from its uppermost point 
about two hundred yards out towards the centre of the 
lake. Two of us, on the 17th of June, killed on this spot 
106 magnificent trout. The trout in this pond are seldom 
over a pound and a half in weight, but they are lively, and 
will fight to the last. We might have nearly doubled the 
quantity by remaining another day. 
Riley’s lake, Saddler’s, McCracken’s, Chambers’, Lerrio, 
Bal’s, Beaver, Deer, Latemer, Long’s, Spruce, and Lake 
Lomond are all fine waters to fish in, and vary from seven 
to twenty miles in distance from St. John. With the ex- 
ception of the white trout family of this latter lake, the 
fish of all these waters are of the very finest class, being 
handsomely formed, brightly spotted, and of an exquisite 
reddish salmon color. They exist in pure limpid depths, 
where no sluggard fish would enjoy himself. 
Lake Lomond is a delightful resort, being only eleven 
miles from St. John. It consists of a chain of three lakes, 
and in extent covers fully 2,480 acres. It contains the red 
and white trout, both of which are taken at three and four 
pounds weight. It is surrounded on the west side by an 
amphitheatre of high hills, and in some places by perpen- 
dicular cliffs. On its eastern shores a road extends for 
miles, and here the view is not oaly pleasant, but perfectly 
charming. 
‘The Ben Lomond House looms up prettily at the foot of 
this lake, and the proprietor is a great big Yankee named 
Bunker. He keeps a well supplied table, and I have often 
smacked my lips over his English ale. His little blue 
painted boats grace the fishing cove near his premises. 
There is also excellent stfeam fishing near St. John, such 
as Mispeck stream, Nerepis, Radcliff’s, Collins’, and lastly, 
Garnett’s Creek. Here, in one day in 1869, a friend and I 
took 168. Of course very many of them were small, but 
yet a goodly morsel for the pan. | 
Now I most particularly wish my readers not to suppose 
by any means that I ama good fisherman. Iam not. I 
fish because I love the sport. The exercise and pure air in- 
vigorates me, I know, and I thank it in a great measure for 
the good health Iam blessed with. A few months ago a 
friend and J were fishing Tracey’s lake. We whipped the 
smooth and sometimes rippled surface most ardently, but 
not a rise could either of us get, and I consider Edgardo 
(as far as I may be a judge) to be a very fine and persever- 
ing fiy fisherman. I at last becaine wearied, and resorted 
to bait. ThisI tried in vain. We were in a cove, the 
shores of which were fringed with long grass and white 
lilies, about four feet tall from the boitorn. The trout were 
jumping in hundreds at something. Neither of us could 
capture any. Finally, Edgardo tripped up one by the tail. 
T held a post mortem on it, and found its stomach crammed 
full of winged ants, like pismires, just as I have seena 
partridge’s crop gorged with high bush cranberries, We 
might have fished for a week at this rate, and we would 
have labored for naught. The trout were glutting them- 
selves on these insects, charging ferociously in among the 
rushes. By accident, we jigged about a dozen, and then 
the shades of evening drew her sombre curtain cver the 
little inlet. 
_—Here follows a sketchy account of hake fishing through 
the ice in winter, a pastime which has its attractions as 
well as others :— 
Our coasts are now frosted with the snows of firm win- 
ter. The mercury rests a little above zero. Let us go for a 
drive to the banks of the Kennebeccasis River. This is 
the magnifitent sheet of water on whose glassy surface 
many a hard battle has been decided with the oar. It is a 
little sea of itself, and flows gently into tlie St. John’s 
River, not far above the wild roaring falls.‘ Its shores 
westwardly consist of high rolling lands, with here and 
there a farm, environed by spruce trees and the shady: ce- 
dars, 
Rothesay. A frowning, perpendicular cliff stands to bare, 
naked view. 
looking precipice it is. 
have had but little respect for their parson. Directly in, 
close to this cliff, great hauls of hake are often®taken dur- 
ing the winter months. 
FOREST AND STREAM. ~ 
Opposite is the handsome and wealthy village of 
A fearful 
The parties who named it could 
It is called the ‘‘Minister’s Face.” 
Ihave long since abandoned this 
cold, freezing sport, but will endeavor to describe its mys- 
teries and pleasures, if such they are. Four of us, with 
horse and pung, drive down upon the ice near Torryburn, 
We are thoroughly clad with heavy overcoats, warm moc- 
casins, and oversocks. Fur caps are pulled down over our 
ears, and around our necks are long woolen mufilers. Our 
hands are encased in mitts, with an extra pair in our pockets 
to relieve the wet ones while fishing. Our lively horse 
spins rapidly over the cracking ice, for the day is cold, and 
the ebbing or flowing of the blue tide beneath causes the 
thick crust to crack, crack, sometimes quite sharply, but 
there is no danger at all. We have three feet, as it were, 
of solid terra firma under our horse’s heels. After a brisk 
trot of about two miles we halt, and “toss up” to decide 
which two of us are to go for wood and trees. Half of 
our number are soon off a few hundred yards up shore. 
The wind sweeps for miles the glistening surface, and 
piercing are the blasts scattering the snow drifts about. 
My companion and I immediately set to work with our 
slices, which consist of handles or poles five feet long, fit- 
ting into sharp chisel-like instruments, a foot in length by 
three inches wide, sharp and keen. We cut eight holes 
through the crystal floor, and I assure you we feel no cold 
or chills till this is accomplished, for hard work it is, and 
more particularly with such thick ice. This duty per- 
formed, we plant spruce twigs in the freezing heaps of 
newly made chippings close to the openings. On these we 
band our lines, using fresh herrings for bait. Down they 
sink, and we stand shivering around, beating our arms and 
waiting for our twigs to bob. 
Hurra! up come our wood: choppers with a huge load of 
trees and stumps. A shelter is formed, and we gladly take 
possession of its lee. A roaring fire breaks forth, and we 
are comparatively all at home, or, as onc might remark, ‘A 
nice thing on ice.” A twig bends low with a jerk. One of 
us grasps the line, which is more like stiff wire—up, up, 
and a fine hake, or perhaps codfish, comes to daylight. At 
this not very wonderful feat we drink the newcomer’s 
health. This, however, proves certain death to our guest, 
who becomes in five minutes after his appearance on top as 
stiff as a brick. 
An ordinary take in this way to four men in one day is 
eight dozen. The hake is very sweet flavored, and when 
served up hot, with an abundance of good butter and pep- 
per, might make the most fastidious smack their dainty 
lips. A steak is broiled, a cup of strong coffee made, and 
I tell you, patient reader, that a fellow like me would put 
down on such an occasion a goodly amount, such as would 
raise ‘“‘Ned” with a victim of indigestion at first, but a few 
days at this exercise, and a few doses of this medicine, 
would cure him, I think, and put quack mixtures to flight. 
Dyspeptics, try it. 
299 
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—Messrs. Finsch and Linderman, who visited the United 
States last year to investigate the condition of the fisheries 
and fish culture in America, have, according to the Deutsche 
Hischerei Verein, presented an exhaustive report to the Ger- 
man Minister of Agriculture. While in this country they 
examined the leading fish breeding establishments, among 
them the fish nurseries of Mr. Stone, Dr. Slack, Seth 
Green, and Mr. Brackett, They speak in the highest terms 
of the courtesy shown them, and descant on the great pro- 
gress made in pisciculture in the United States. A consid- 
erable portion of the report is devoted to the study of the 
American oyster. 
OREGON SaLMon Fisnerres.—It has been stated to us 
that at one, and perhaps the largest of the fisheries on the 
Columbia River, 32,000 cases, viz: 21,000 1-lb. cans and 
11,000 2-Ib. cans of fish have been put up the present season, 
About 200 barrels and 100 kits of salttd salmon have been 
put up at the same place. 
The next place down the river has done almost the same 
amount of business, and the fishing standing next in order 
of capacity to those mentioned, has put up and sold 22,000 
cases, viz: 15,000 of one-pound and 7,000 of two-pound 
cans, and 200 barrels of 200 pounds each of salt salmon. 
Also, there have been put up 100 kits of fifty pounds e- ch, 
of salmon bellies, 
It is estimated that another fishery, about as large, has 
put up 20,000 cases,’ of forty-eight pounds per case. Some 
of the fisheries pack the salmon in barrels more than in 
cans, anc occasionally one does no canning business at all. 
Such a one has put up 16,000 barrels, salted, 600 barrels of 
which go to Germany for smoking purposes. To save 
cooperage, tierces of 300 pounds each are sometimes used in- 
stead of barrels. 
The latest estimated value ofathe salmon canned and 
salted this year is $900,000, and this estimate is made by 
one engaged in the business. Five new large canneries will 
be put up for next year, beside the increase of the older 
ones.—Portland Bulletin, 
Scere 
Shot Gun and Ztifle. 
GAME IN SEASON FOR DECEMBER, 
M Alces I arfbe 
oose, Alces Malchis.) Caribou, Tarandus Randi 3 
Ek or Wapiti, Cervus Canadensis.) Red Deer, Caricns Virgitonue) 
Rabbits. common Brown and Grey.) Squirrels, Red Black and Gray.) 
Wild Turkey, Meleagris gaulopavo.) Quail, Oriya Virginianus.) 
Ruffed Grouse. Bonasa umbelius,, Pinnated Grouse, Cupidoria Cupido.) 
All kinds of Wild Fowl, 
——__~+-____ 
LUnder the head of “Game, and Fish un Season” we can only specify m 
general terms the several varieties, because the laws of States vary so much 
that were we to attempt to particularize we could do no less than publish 
those entire sections that relate to the kinds of game in question. This 
would require a great amount of our space. In designating game we are 
guided by the laws of nature, upon which all legislation is founded, and 
our readers would do well to provide themselves with the laws of their re- 
spective States for constant reference. Otherwise, our attempts to assist them 
will only create confusion. | ‘ 

SE Sek 
—We learn from Geo. Gelston, Esq., the secretary and 
treasurer of the Currituck Club, that in the unfortunate 
affair at Currituck which we reported last week, Mr. Car- 
rington’s gunner shot himself accidentally, and the coroner’s 
Jury rendered a verdict to that effect. Mr. C. and his gun- 
ner were seated three feet apart in their “nest” among the tall 
grass, and Mr. C. was in the act of shooting a canvas back 
duck when the report of his companion’s gun was heard al- 
most simultaneously, and turning he comprehended the 
Enough fish caught, we haul up lines, pack into our 
pung, and away, away over the slippery road to shore. At 
McGowan’s Claremont House we stop to warm up and feed 
the horse, and again jingle on over the broad marshes to- 
wards home and St. John. 
—Chris. A. Robertson, of St. John, New Brunswick, 
a gentleman to whom American sportsmen are annually in- 
debted for favors, has just leased the south west branch of 
the Miramichi River for nine years. A note from him in- 
timates that some of us anglers ‘‘seem to think that we 
have merely secured the river to make money out of it by 
subletting it to the Americans. We got it for ourselves, 
fatal catastrophe at once. An investigation showed that 
the accident was caused by one barrel of the gun going off 
while the other was being loaded, a circumstance of too 
frequent occurrence by far. The muzzle must have been 
within six inches of his head at the time. One barrel was 
emptied, and the other had simply powder and wad. The 
gunner was in the act of pouring ina handful of shot when 
the gun went off. 
—The “Bald Eagle of Currituck” returned from his 
stamping ground about ten days ago. During a nineteen 
days’ banging with his “thundering eight-bore,” he killed 




and yet we do not object to letting gentlemen occupy it 
We do not solicit patronage, but 
will not prevent any stray gentleman sportsman from cast- 
when we don’t want it. 
ing a fly. Some appear to think $2 per day per rod too 
high; well, every day I have fished on that river it has cost 
me $20,” 
—We observe by the St. John, New Brunswick Globe 
that the prospects of a good season for the fishermen is not 
very bright just now. There is no demand from the Uni- 
ted States, as the markets there are stocked and money is 
not plenty. A considerable quantity may be taken for bait, 
but there will be a great excess for which a market is 
wanted. Notwithstanding the ‘‘advantages” of the Wash- 
ington Treaty, the exportation of fish has not been large. 
The ‘‘catch” of fish this season is good, and the market 
house is well supplied with codfish, haddock, and herring. 
Prices are moderate, the latter selling for twelve cents a 
dozen, and the former from fifteen cents to $1 each. 
—We called attention, editorially, to the subjoined circu- 
lar some three weeks ago, but are pleased to notice it again, 
and do what we can to aid the praiseworthy efforts of our 
officials to stock our waters with fish. The offer is a lib- 
eral one, and should be seized by all persons engaged in 
pisciculture :— 
Epiror ForESsT AND STREAM :— be 
Srmr:—Any person in the United States or Canada wishing 
to experiment in hatching salmon trout or white fish spawn 
will be sent a few hundred spawn on receipt of fifty cents 
to pay for the package, by addressing the undersigned. I 
think that every lake, river, and’ pond can be made to 
abound with fish. 
In 1872-3 I sent away 218 packages. I would like to 
have those to whom I sent salmon trout spawn publish 
their experience in the papers in their locality, so that 
others may be benefited by it. Sern GREEN, 
"Superintendent N. Y. Fishery Commission. 
Rochester, N. Y¥., November 21, 1873. 
594 ducks, of which 213 were canvas-backs, 11 Swans, and 
18 geese. 
—Gen. Messerole and H. M. Smith bagged 
week down on ‘Long Island’s sea-girt shore” 
measured eight feet from tip to tip. 
is being stuffed and mounted. 
a swan last 
whose wings 
This goodly specimen 
= Our correspondent, Mills, reports killing sixty-eight Eng- 
lish snipe in three hours, at Winnebago Marsh, Wisconsin, 
October 24th, all single birds, ground clear, wind strong 
northwest; twelve guage breech loading gun; two dogs, set- 
ter and spaniel. He says: ‘‘The large coveys of chickens 
found in Iowa will fully demonstrate the superiority of the 
breech loading guns for this work. I have to note three 
scores made from single Coveys, respectively; 11, 14, and 
19, at a single point from the first stand, all single birds 
re-loading my own gun. In either case not more than four 
or six could have been secured with the muzzle leader. 
—Our correspondent, ‘‘Luke Tripp,” tells of the outfit of 
of a swell sportsman whom he tinct out onthe plains near 
Fremont, Nebraska. The gentlemen in question, Mr. M. 
hailed from Chivago, and was wont to take a two month’ 
cruise every year after prairie chickens. ‘In the “first 
place,” says Luke, ‘‘he had a magnificent tent, about fif- 
teen feet in diameter, plenty of robes and blankets, two In- 
dia rubber beds, and several pillows, and a pair of bellows 
to blow them up to comfortable proportions; also an India 
rubber bathing tub. He employed three men; one to look 
after the dogs, guns, ammunition, &c., one to cook, and the 
other to drive and take care of the horses; his huntine wac- 
gon was complete; underneath the hind part was a large 
wire box to put the game in, and underneath the fore part 
a large zine reservoir for water: on the sides of the box 
were brackets for guns, and under the seats closets for 
ammunition, and an extra large one for the whiskey jug. 
Mr. M. had also plenty of provisions both wet and dry, and 
