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Number of Targets— _ 15 15 20 15 15 20 ey 15 20 15 15 20 200
E. G. White : jel Hy 15 20 14 Lo 20 15 15 20 15 14 19 200 195
T. Parker.... i Pie 15 19 15 15 20 14 15 18 15 14 20 200 194
W. Hart... 14 14 20 14 15 20 15 15 17 15 15 20 200 194
SD? Sinith. 15 14 19 14 15 20 12 15 18 14 15 20 200 191
WAS Smith)... Reet 5 15 19 15 12 20 13 15 17 15 15 19 200 190
G. M. Dunk. 1 fel 15 18 15 14 18 14 iP} 18 13 15 20 200 187
H. Smith. : els 15 20 5} 12 20 13 15 20 13 13 19 200 188
F. Stott 15 15 19 14 14 19 12 12 20 14 14 20 200 188
A. F. Healy 15 ING 19 15 14 20 14 15 15 13 14 19 200 188
RES Day. 13 15 17 15 14 18 14 13 18 15 15 20 200 187
S. G. Vance 13 13 20 14 15 19 13 15 18 14 14 18 200 186
Geo. McIntosh 15 12 18 15 13 19 14 14 18 13 14 20 200 185
W. ie MceCance 15 14 19 15 12 19 a 14 18 14 13 19 200 183
Col. Page........ 14 1 20 14 14 i 15 14 18 13 14 17 200 182
Ae WER Taylor. 13 14 16 15 13 20 1 [Pe 14 19 1D 12 18 200 181
J. McCausland... ejegeals! 19 15 13 19 15 13 15 15 THis 200 184
AG Effet 22h 9 1 14 14 17 12 13 19 13 13 18 15 14 18 200 180
J. E. Stevenson 13 15 16 15 11 1S ks: 14 17 15 13 20 200 - 180
G. W. Tillson. 12 14 16 14 12 14 12 15 14 15 15 20 200 178
aseeVaNnce........ 13 13 19 15 14 16 14 14 18 11 14 16 200 177
T. Wigle.... 13 13 18 1 14 16 11 14 Li. 15 13 19 200 177
Geo. Mannix. 11 14 1 freee [3 1375720 12 15 18 13 12P ety 200 175
H. A. McQueen 10 15 18 14 14 18 1 14 16 1 9 20 200 173
ng G. Pow PA ae ee 14 13 19 15 15 18.6 a1 sy 12 9 18 200 172
Haymaker. Knee fl ES) 14 18 14 13 16 11 12 16 11 14 16 200 168
“oh Reavy Bt McGilvery eee 10 14 16 - 14 11 20 11 12 16 10 15 18 200 167
W. J. Kerbyson.... ee ree 14 ily 13 9 20 9 14 16 13 10 16 200 164
E. A. Drake beets Sh. ve aS 10 16 13 10 18 12 13 17 11 13 19 200 164
WHEE MEO Wrie: 2... toc. sae eS 13; 14 11 11 iN opens bt LSet > sire 4 15 200 160
W. Hodges........ ae KET 13 18 10 10 18 i, 12 18 11 10 8 200 151
TRos TL Ben ofs (2) 1 Ree ements 10 | 14 13 C2 hoe eed Ore 8 9 15 10s ots 13 200 147
Pee Na DOM cee Ss oO ee BLD eee 13 Si as 9 11 12 1 ee gee va 18 200 141
IDES oS ee oy ee eae ee eit 8 71) 11 13 8 hb <8 Osea 12 9 Oe 200 125
(Paste sb ELD Deterrence 7 so ne ou Gi jew 5 Pies 61
Peete Cale s ts 50h c. eee eS 15 2 Oe ee: 13) 52220 100 95
C. Marlatt... we 12 13 11 12 15 80 60
J. DI vey. a os sees 11 8 11 13 65 43
1D eye! Dad oe Taylor... ea} 9 10 9 10 60 38
Ww Jackson. esac ae Se 10 6. “22 50- 28
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Scores Made By Amateurs and Professionals.
20 20 te 20m AO 20 20 OU 20
Number of Targets............ 20) 2 20 2 20 << 20) 20 240
Es sO WONG... ee eee 16 19 16 20 19 18 19 19 20 17 18 18 240 219
J A. Pollard 16.14 O19 7: 19 Ose iy7: 1iealS!. 20) S20 ee wie 240 211
E. H. Meade 1S) AZ 16> 247 19207 9 Ss 6 18> 4952320 240 217
ee Bes WES Eko. tee 17. 2 Ad ee lS ee by 89 ot Sa lO Screed aa 240 207
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R. G. Robinson 19° GLB. BOP AS Ss 20 OO a Oe 240 224
W. B. McLaren 18. 20° A182 1S ease ake HSS. 7 5 Se Ge eo, 240. . 202
H. H. Motley 15 189 Nee h7 5S Sit 13 Ih ct ms We Besos 17a Gh 240 190
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November Issue ‘
The dog may be scratching from habit; a
few fleas may cause him to keep it up or even
worms. Again the blood may be too rich or
heating, causing the itching or it may be
impoverished causing poor condition of skin.
If the latter is the case, feed some raw meat.
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A Letter from a Dog Lover at Kitchener,
Ontario
Dear Editor :-—
I am much interested in your Kennel De-
partment as I consider it the most important
part of a sportsman’s kit. We find so many
sportsmen who don’t mind paying sixty
dollars for a gun but they wouldn’t pay more
than five dollars for a dog then when they
don’t get a couple of bags full of game they
blame everything they can lay their tongues
on. Get a man who keeps good dogs and
he can go out for a hunt and have all the sport
he could wish for though he may only get one
or two rabbits. He takes interest ir his dogs
and doesn’t measure the day’s sport by the
number of rabbits he gets.
When I moved here first while I was put-
ting up my Kennel fence one of the neighbors
was quite surprised to find out I was going to
make so large a place to eee 3 a couple of
beagles. He kept a dozen chickens in a pen
half the size and for a month in the springa
person might have thought he was trying to
teach them to swim.
We got talking about hunting so he asked
me how many rabbits I got last winter. I
told him I didn’t get any.
“Oh, I had pretty good luck, I got forty-
one” was his reply.
I told him right there and then if he knew
what was good for him or rather his pocket
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out of season.
He has never owned a dog but always has a
couple of ferrets and he was explaining to me
the good sport he used to have tracking up
rabbits in the snow and ferreting them out,
then either shooting them or hitting them over
the head with a stick. I asked him why he
didn’t buy some tame rabbits if he found so
much fun in killing them.
_Finally I got him balled up so badly he
didn’t know what to say next.
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rabbits ourselves. , 2 ae
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a field spaniel from = b:
back and in a few days was as bad as ev
It simply rotted although I got another
veterinary. He told me to make its bed in
pine shavings and gave me some medicine for
it.. I did not try the pine shavings however —
as the dog was too far gone. I finally sent it —
away to be destroyed and burned the kennel
it was in. Although I had an Irish spaniel
in a kennel not ten feet away from the other
dog all winter he did not get the disease.
Later I got another dog, the same kind, from —
the same place which went the same way.
The next dog I get is going to be “‘made in
Canada.” ow, this may not help your
reader’s dog, but it may save his owner a lot
of money and trouble if it decides him to send
his dog to the Happy Hunting Grounds. __
Yours truly, _
4 J. Gee
Toronto, Ont. {>
Editor, KENNEL DEPT.— >
questions. ;
(1) Could you tell me, how old must a di ae |
be before you must pay dog taxes for him, or __
can the collector make you pay taxes onthem —
supposing they are only a few days old? ~
Please let me know if there is any certainage
set, when after that age they can collect the
taxes. Same
(2) Can a tax collector collect dog taxes —
any time in the year that he wants to, ashere
we keep our dogs shut up from May until
October, or can the town make a law of t
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collected. cc
(3) How long must you have a dog
possession before they can compel you
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one year old.
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dog tax is paid it is good on that dog for the
year even if shat dog is moved to another
municipality.“ It is good in Ontario, that is,
if its tax was paid in an Ontario municipality.
If one gets a dog from another municipality
and its taxes are paid get a transfer receipt
and you won’t have to pay on it any more for
that year. If its taxes are not paid your local
collector can collect them.
A tax collector can collect taxes any time.
According to the statutes taxes on all dogs
must be paid so I suppose a collector has a
right tc know if a dog’s taxes are paid and if
not assess it, so that in buying or selling a dog
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We are pleased to receive an appre
of our gun dog article in Sept. number (from
a Port Hope subscriber). He has been breed-
ing for a number of years a cross between the ~"§
Irish setter and Cocker spaniel which he ~~
finds very useful. We will give a cut of his “f
dog in a future issue and an account of his
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Last November my friend and I went up to
Harrison Hot Springs from Vancouver to
enjoy a little duck shooting.
We arrived at our destination to find our
friend the store-keeper, with a big dinner
waiting for us. We sure did feel better atter
dinner, for the trip made us tired and hungry,
and we had had nothing to eat since early
morning. We helped clean up after the
dinner, and got our pack put away, and then
passed the rest of the evening at the Hot
Springs bathing plunge.
We came home intending to go to bed, but
when we got home a friend of ours had rowed
over from the hatchery, so we played cards
until it got quite late. Then we decided to
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again. Be ae
About two o’clock, we thought it time to ee
get our shooting apparel ready, so we left {
the house and went over to the “Barna- s
wartha,”’ cottage, and got two of my boats ]
out and brought them over to the store. We ©
then got two gas tins and cut one side out, —
and put a lantern inside, for we were going to
go down the Harrison River to Morris Creek
and get the early morning flight, and also
shoot with the bright light on the river. We
could hear the ducks, but could not see them.
It got quite cold, so we thought we would
stop and light a fire on shore, but it had been
raining, and there was no dry wood, so we
had to hunt around for some, under stumps,
etc. but one of the boys came across an old
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ling to pieces, and we got some dry cedar from
here. When we got the fire started nicely
and began to get warm, I looked at my watch
and saw that it would be light soon, and we
would miss the morning flight, so we got in
our boats and went down the river half a mile,
and then turned into Morris Creek. Just as
we were going in a big bunch of Mallards
came swooping along past the boat, and we
all let fire and got about nine out of that
flock. Then we went along the Creek further
and shot there all day.
We returned home the same day, and you
can bet we had our shooting coats full and
also had game hanging over our guns. We
lived on ducks for the next week, and gave,
and also sent, ducks to our friends.
That ended our journey very happily,
and when we got home in the City we were
ready for another shooting expedition.
; Yours truly,
Geo. Sproule.
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says: “I am sending you an account of one
of my shooting trips. I am not an author or
anything like that, just plain boy, aged 16.
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_I am enclosing you a snapshot of a cougar
killed at Campbell River, last Monday,
(October 2nd), by C. Stamey, one of the
crew in our logging camp. A week previous
to the killing the writer was awakened one
night by hearing two cougars fighting over
something they had killed, or perhaps a bone
taken from around camp by some of the dogs.
I remained out in my night-shirt listening
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young bears as it was not over 150 yards
from camp to where they were quarreling.
On Monday the yarding crew were running
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engine and in doing so had Mr. Cougar within
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shot, its mate escaping. The cougar that
was killed was about a year or so old. The
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time near the camp where the crew were yard-
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were waiting their chance at two small dogs
we had at camp. The country around
Campbell River is full of deer, which are
more easily caught by a cougar than a dog
would be.
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The cougar was then
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* ‘THE PILGRIMAGE
H. C. HADDON
F you are inquisitively inclined
I may as well tell you that it is
marked on the map as Spider
Creek. Had you followed it up to
its source you would have discovered
that there was one stream known
as the Head of Spider Creek, and two
others, both smaller, which were the
North and South forks respectively.
Starting up in the little mountain
meadows, knee deep in pine grasses
__and wild ferns, you could have found
the springs from which these streams
started, and mile by mile you could
have followed them down through
the mountains until the three valleys
united, and the three little streams
joined hands and fortunes and be-
came Spider Creek. Here, where the
_ valleys merge into one it is hard to
believe that this is the creek whose
. course you have traced through the
lovable mystery of the forest and
Ee the mountains. To be sure you have
_ followed it mile after mile, secing it
_ grow larger all the time, yet at no
one spot could you put your finger
on it and say: “It is larger here
_ than twenty-five yards further back.”
Yet all the time it is gathering size
and volume, and by the time you
_ come to the lake, by reason of your
_ long association with it the creek is
still familiar, and, at the same time
holly strange.
About fifteen miles from the lake
e the big falls, and above them is
fishing, though there are pools
abundance, deep, and cold and
temptingly inviting, but which you
whip in vain with your Parmachene
or Professor. The falls are an effec-
tual barrier to the big fish that come
up each year to spawn; and though
you can find lots in the pool below
the fall, it is no use travelling further
up if you want fishing. Stand on
the rocks at the top of the falls any
time in August or September, and
in the pool below you can see the
great char that have come up out
of the lake to spawn. You can see
them lying under logs, and behind
rocks, big seven and eight pounders, —
now sadly discoloured and tired after
their long and hazardous journey
up the creek. Some are lying at
the edge of the pool, in water so
shallow that you can pick out each
detail of their. pink and white mark-
ings; while in the further depths of
the pool you can distinguish the
presence of others only by the vague
blur of their outline. They are all
lying the same way, each one with
his nose behind a stone or rock, each
one catching the force of the current
on his fins and tail in such a way
that he is held in position without
effort on his part.
Here they are lying resting after
their journey up from the lake, and
on many are the marks to show that
the travelling has not been easy.
_See that big fellow over under that
submerged stump—you can tell by
the way the scales have been knocked
off his back and sides that he has
made at least one unsuccessful effort
to jump some smaller set of falls.
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As you stand at the head of the
falls, half hidden by a screen of cedar
saplings, a big fish hawk comes sail-
ing over on motionless wings, so
close to you that you can see each
movement of his head as he turns it
from side to side. His keen eyes
ick out a small fish that has been
adly knocked about among the
rocks, and that is lying resting and
recuperating in the shallows where
the current is not so strong.
Like a flash the hawk has swooped,
and before the fish has time to be-
come startled, and seek the gronperstl
of deeper water, where only the min
and the otter dare pursue it, the
hawk’s sharp claws have seized its
slippery back and sides. But the
fish is not so weak that it will yield
without a struggle, nor at the same
time is it strong enough to free itself
from the needle-pointed vice-like ta-
lons that are cutting deep into its
pink flesh.
For a few minutes a smother of
spray and beating wings hides any
actual view of the combat, till the
fish hawk rises heavily from the
shallows, with his fish hanging clumsi-
ly below him. He carries it only far
enough to reach solid ground, where
a few blows of his strong beak speedily
puts his victim out of its misery, and
then, gripping the fish high up be-
hind the gills, the big hawk goes
sailing down the creek on steady
wings to his nest in the dead cotton-
- wood, whistling to his mate in the
exhuberance of his success, and eager
to tell his gawky half feathered chil-
dren all about it.
This is only one instance of the
many dangers that the fish have to
face on their annual pilgrimage—
just one little cog in Nature’s vast
scheme where the many are called
that the féw may be chosen—and
those only the strongest and best.
Had you been standing where the
creek empties into the lake about
two months or so earlier you would
have been very close to many of
the fish that you can-now see in the
pool below the fall.
ferent fish then to what they are now,
strong and fat and clean, and in
prime fighting condition after their
But
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They were dif-°
one by one the fever found th
each in their various haunts in
lake, and obedient to its call each
one left his good hunting grounds, —
and like the gathering of some Scotch ~
clan, they began to congregate at
the mouths of the creeks. ~~ Sacra 2
There was no congestion, or crowd=
ing of any one creek, for Nature works ak
methodically. Military ordersofmo-
bilization could not be carried out
more smoothly. Wherever he might
be, as soon as each char felt hi me
summons he journeyed to the mouth —
of the creek in which he had been ~~
spawned, and in which he had spent —
the earlier part of his existence. Rast
And here he waited for two or Es
three days, or longer as the case
might be, till the first rush of the
flood water had abated. While wait-
ing thus each fish felt his stomach
shrinking up inside him, and from ~
henceforward till the time when they
should return to the lake again these
fish would eat no food.
This is another example of Nature’s
wonderful wisdom, for if these big
char had travelled up the creeks with
their ferocious appetites, they would |
have looted them of every little fish
and frog, and would have destroyed —
the very fish for whose existence —
and procreation they had ascended —
the creek the previous year. —
Then, one clear night, when the
moon was almost full, and there was
still enough of a volume of water to —
take them in safety over the shallow —
places, they began to ascend the ~
creek. First one big fish, and then ©
another would enter the swift water, —
and by easy stages would ascend ~
until they came to the first falls.
It was not all done at once, for there
was no hurry, and there was enough ~
hard work that was unavoidable —
ahead of the fish to prevent them
wasting their strength in useless —
speed. So all that first night they —
journeyed up until they came to ~
the falls. The next morning, if you
had looked carefully enough, you —
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be they rested all that day unt |
the late afternoon brought its -hir
of dusk, when they again began
ve. One Ey Otte in. eis aot be-
the first falls they would stick
their heads out of the water for a
_ second, for no other reason in all
_ this world than to have a look at
the falls, and to form some idea
of the obstacles that they had to
negotiate.
Followed a pause of a few minutes,
as if the fish were gathering strength
- for its effort, and then you would
have a momentary glimpse of silver
belly and browner back as the char
left the water, and then, curved in
a great arc they would ascend clear
of the falls and alight in the deep
water at the top. Then, a flip of
their powerful tails and they would
be gone, usually to the nearest quiet
water, where they would rest awhile
before proceeding on their way.
And so, during the weeks that fol-
lowed, the char continued their way
up the creek. Except for the actual
leaping of whatever falls barred their
way there was nothing that was
really spectacular about it.
Often they would be halted for
days by some vagary of the weather,
some of them waiting for the rain
that would flood the shallower reach-
es, while others had to delay for the
freshet to go down to lessen the
volume of some set of falls.
There was no concerted action
now, nor did the char all travel to-
gether, and you could. have found
fish in many different pools between
the lake and the point reached by
the most advanced fish.
Yet dominating the minds of all
these char was the one thought—
_ to travel as far up the creek as they
were able to go. Danger and failure
did not deter them; hardships could
only hinder them foratime. Nature
had commanded them, and each one
in their own way was obeying that
command, and working out the salva-
tion of the future of their species.
It was a grim heartbreaking ordeal,
this annual weeding out of the fittest,
a and, as in every test of strength
vi and ‘endurance the wayside was litter-
ed with those that had fallen.
-_ In every back eddy of the pools
below the different falls you could
find the bodies of, those that had
on broken on the wheel—here a
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big ne fish battered a deat!
the sharp rocks, here another
his side ripped open, here a third
knocked breathless by the rush o iS .
water when he had leaped into the
falls instead of over them.
Those that were not too badiys i:
injured tried the falls again, and very __
often succeeded at the second at-
tempt, profiting by the experience
gained during their first failure; but
those that were hurt too seriously
made their way back to the lake
again. They would not spawn that
season at all, and next year, when ~
they entered the creek again they
would be distinguishable by their —
greater size. Even those that died —
were not wasted, for fish hawk and ~
mink and otter, and even bear fed
themselves to repletion on them—
and these failures after all constituted
but a small percentage of the total
that reached er objective point.
So, alternately travelling and rest-
ing, the first of the char eventually —
came to the big falls that barred any
further progress. They seemed to
know instinctively (and probably by
experience) that they went no higher,
for, with one or two exceptions they
made no attempt atleaping. Instead
they sought out the quieter back
waters, and here they rested, and
while they recuperated they were
joined by more and more of their
companions. Standing on the rocks
at the head of the falls you can see
them distinctly, dozens of them, scat-—
tered through different parts of the
pool. It is no use offering them any
fly of your collection, for they will
not look at your lures, and the only
way that you can get one for the |
frying pan is to find your intended
victim in water shallow enough to
permit you to shoot it—if you can
look yourself in the face afterwards!
You will not find them mighty good
eating.
A big female char, rested after
her journey up from the lake went.
cruising round the shallow water at
the edge of the pool. As if recogniz-
ing her intention a big male fish d
detatched himself from his nook be- =
hind a sunken log, and came swim- ‘
ming out, circling round her and
chose her for his mate.
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There was no pratt or attempt
at courtship or love-making. As if
recognizing that Nature had supplied
her necessity, she instantly started
cleaning the creek bed where she
intended to make her nest, the big
male circling round her the while
and driving off any possible rivals.
The bed of the creek was composed
of little white round pebbles, only
slightly coarser than gravel, and
among this was lodged little odd bits
of water soaked wood. Each of
these pieces the female picked up
in her mouth, and carried off to one
side, where the current quickly seized
them, and whirled them off down-
stream.
Next she
the creek with her fins and tail, thus
removing a slight layer of mud, and
dislodging any little bits of decayed
leaves and other debris. Then the
male fish, with the heavy growth
of bone on the point of his lower
jaw, which had been growing there
for that purpose all the summer,
plowed long furrows in the coarse
gravel, and these furrows were also
fanned clean of all sand or other
sediment. By this time dozens of
little brook trout had come cluster-
ing round in readiness for the feast
that they knew would soon be wait-
ing for them. The big male fish
charged them, a veritable cyclone
of fury, scattering them like chaff
before a wind. Then, half lying on
her side in the furrow, the female
_ began depositing her eggs, hundreds
upon hundreds of them. Some few
floated away, and these the waiting
trout seized eagerly, but the majority
sunk to the bottom of the furrow.
Closely following her, but not
touching her, the male covered them
with his milt, and then, coming to
the end of the furrow he would whirl
suddenly, and after scattering the
trout, would hurriedly cover the
precious eggs with gravel to prevent
the current from washing them away.
It was a busy time for the male
fish, but at last, however, the eggs
were all duly laid and fertilized, and
covered carefully with gravel, so that
even the ravenous trout could not
find them.
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fanned the bottom of.
In Bpite oF all eS ea oh
char had hidden enough eggs te
rant a plentiful supply of fish,
each nest in the gravel must h
contained many thousand eggs. __
By now the char had grown weak —
from long starvation, and manyhard ~ Ba
knocks in ascending the creek, and _
for a week or two they did nothing ge
but lie in the shallows and back-—
waters, regaining their strength to —
some extent. The nights grew colder, —
and, as if in subtle warning, one —
morning there was a thin shimmer "
of ice along the edge of the pool. aia’
As if this was the word of nee
mand for which they had been wait- 5
ing, the pool was emptied of char —
as if by magic, and they went speed- ae
ing down to the lake again. They — i 2
travelled rapidly, one night ae
sufficient to take them down over ~
the same course that had taken them —
weeks to ascend. wath
As they descended they felt thant Sg
appetites returning, and before they = __
came to the lake a tremendous gnaw-
ing hunger had seized them, and they — ee
snapped up every living thing that Sit
crossed their path. Out in the lake
again they scattered at once, each
one intent only on filling his long ir
famished stomach. Ries
They will take your fly now, or a.
any bait that you might offer them,
but they are hardly worth catching, oa
for bruised and discoloured, their —
scales knocked off, and the exposed sy .
flesh infested with parasites, and Re
lean and lanky from their long fast,
they are hardly fit to eat. tat
All that winter the creek rippled —
and sang under its covering of snow v4
and ice, as it passed a continual cur-
rent of fresh water over the hidden ~
treasures in the gravel furrows. It —
had done this same job a good many ©
times, this creek, and was- perfectly —
trustworthy —and when in the Spring
the ice broke up and went down —
stream there was a general breaking ©
up also down among the gravel fur- —
rows. :
Something would move vigorously —
inside an egg lodged between two
pebbles—a sudden twist, and i
would slip a little char. ‘So quy
that you must think he had —
swept downstream, he would s
rest pebble,
m your sight, but when a
of a second later the empty
ease would come whirling along,
-would slip out from his hiding
place like a flash of light, and swal-
~ low ® and then, almost before your
eye could follow him he would be
back behind his pebble again.
And here, with all his battles yet
to fight, and all his world ahead of
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“Hello! Yes this is Joe, what
is it? - ‘
“What? Say, Frank trying to
‘kid’ me a bit hey? Do you mean
_you’re going up there in the woods
_ this weather; why man you'll freeze.”
_ There was a long pause while Joe,
lst had answered the ’phone,
listened as patiently as possible to
_ some five minutes’ talk from the one
_ who had done the calling up.
“No! If the fellows here in the
ffice foifnd out I was to take a trip
ke that in January they’d laugh
their heads off, to say nothing of the
hardships a fellow would have to go.
Listen old top, you sure you’re
ng yourself?
Start the New Year right hey? ha!
_ guess I won’t attempt any-
uite as strenuous as that.
him, unknown, we wi
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ll leave hin
Some day, when he is bigger, we wi
come up to the pool, and fish for
him in the golden mystery of summer
evenings with many strange and
wonderful flies designed solely for —
his: capture—and even when he is
safely in our creel let us sometimes
spare a thought for all that his par- —
ents suffered and went through, that —
we might enjoy good fishing. ;
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You go tomorrow at 7.30 p.m.
hey?’ and as Joe saw the office boy
glancing curiously in his direction he
remarked as unconcernedly as pos-
sible that he hoped his friend would
have a good trip, and bidding him
good-bye hung up the receiver.
Joseph Stimson had work ahead.
It was piled up right and left, but it —
was not of the character that had to .
be out at a certain time in the im- ?
mediate future. He had a month’s =.
copy, yes two months, laid away in is
their respective files, and here he was mee
‘plugging’ away at more copy. What Bee
for? Just habit he would have told .
you. It was strange how the big
silent woods memories crept in be-
tween the work and himself this day.
Possibly Frank Kings, who had been ~—
his companion on many an outing by ’
calling him up had upset his line of
thought. At any rate when he went
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out at the lunch hour he walked
directly down to Wilson’s Sporting
goods store and stood gazing in at
the display window.
Christmas was over two days ago
and the usual after holiday quietness
had fallen on most of the shops. Here
at Wilson’s the windows were still
decorated with holly and the adver-
tisements had been changed to read
New Year, instead of Christmas but
there was very little doing in the way
of trade. The few pedestrians who
were about were wrapped in furs or
overcoats and an occasional snow-
flake came slowly drifting down from
the leaden colored skies, like silent
scouts before the real army. Real
winter was not far away. All this
Joe noticed as he stood in front’ of
the window.
“BR. ce *? he muttered as he turned
away,
to start on a four weeks’ trip to the
woods in weather like this. Down
the street, the wind began to breeze
up anda regular flurry of snow swept
along accompanied by a chill blast
that made Joe compare his steam .
heated rooms with a fire in a log
cabin ten miles from the nearest rail-
way station in the North woods. He
hurried along in the direction of the
‘Eat Shop’ where a hot lunch awaited
the office workers out for their noon
recess, and turning the corner with
his head bowed to meet the wind he
ran plump into friend Frank.
Well! Well! Well! asI live “‘Hello,
old stick in the mud’. I'll bet you
were coming to hunt me up to tell
me of your change of heart in regard
to this trip, hey?”
“Yes, I was not,’ retorted Joe.
“Well, come on along, and we'll go
down to Wilson’s. I got to get some
stuff for the trip.”
: *“*I just came from there’ answered
oe.
“Oh, you did? Well, what differ-
ence does that make? Come on back
really you need the exercise old top.”
Whereupon the two started back to
Wilson’s.
Arrived at the store King lost no
time in getting to the dry goods de-
partment where he was soon busily
engaged in looking at various sweat-
ers, mackinaws, coats, footgear of the
“Frank has sure got his nerve .
snag-proof sort, g
from his bargaining he discor 5
for the first time the absence of his
friend, who was nowhere to be seen.
His purchases concluded he set out to
look for him and after much search-
ing happened to think of the camera —
department. On his arrival there he ©
discovered friend Joe inspecting the
latest in reflecting cameras. :
“Going to invest?” grinned Frank.
“You bet Iam. You know if one is
going to ‘Start the New Year right’
you have to be fitted for it, and as
I’m going along—”
“You’re going along? Good for
you,’’—with a resounding whack on
the shoulder.
““Yes, you see, I’m considered as
good a bushman as you, and although .
I’m dead sure we'll freeze, I’m going
along just the same.’
‘How about the work at the office?’
“Oh, I called up Mr. Dickson and
he just said “Hop to it, and good ~.
luck, only be sure and be back at the _
end of four weeks.”
The boys got away in due time,
just where they were going Frank
declined to say till they were on the —
train bound North. Then he divulg-
ed the fact they had about a two
hundred mile trip on the train, he —
held the tickets, at the end of which ~
they were to get off at a certain cross-
roads and from there make a ten mile —
hike over into the timber to an old
cabin where an old guide had made >
his home for the winter’s trapping.
This guide was a friend and had said —
he would be glad of their company as
long as they wished to stay. There —
was no game to be had, such as deer ~
partridge, etc. It was all ‘out of —
season’ but there was the possible —
chance of a lynx, or wolf, so Frank- 7
had brought his carbine along and he —
promised Joe all kinds of shots for Ae a
latter’s “picture gun.” - »
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ing was creeping through the drawn ©
curtains of the sleeper as the porter —
roused the two friends and told them —
a half hour would put them at their —
destination. In a little more than —
that time the train slowly came to
stop and they found. themselve
climbing down to a bit of a shed yo
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ame running toward them.
_ “We put. your sled and dunnage
ff at front,” he announced, and im-
mediately gave the signal to go ahead,
and in a very few minutes the ‘pals’
were \alone in a snow covered world.
A red\sun pushing its distorted visage
- above! the pines away to thésEast,
_ showed the adventurers loading their
toboggan with a healthy weight of
supplies, etc., and in another half hour
_ they were heading away from the bit
of a station through the snow covered
forest along an old wood-road; it had
_ not snowed for some ten days up here
- ~and the snow on the ground made
_- travelling a pleasure. It was firm,
-__ and there was a good crust which the
toboggan with its load slipped over
a as easily as if there were no load, or
as Frank put it, the old ‘sled’ acted
as if it knew it was out for a good time.
At noon they unpacked a bit of one
mysterious looking box, and disclosed
a frying pan, tin pail, some chocolate
and bacon, some tinned beans and
also a few substantial looking sea
biscuit, or “pilot bread’, one of Frank’s
‘standbys’ on all his trips.
_ While Frank arranged the proven-
der, Joe ‘shinned’ about with a belt
- axe and in a remarkably short time
had a fire going, with a goodly pile of
green boughs to serve as seats, and
now while they were eating they
observed for the first time signs of
snow; by the look of the sky their
good weather of the morning had
disappeared.
Joe made the remark that there
- ~-would be snow in the air in another
- hour. ‘He could feel it in his bones’’
| -which remark caused Frank to dig
into his inside pocket for a crude
_ sketch of the country they were to
| pass through showing the trail they
| _-were travelling.
“About half way, see!’? And he
pointed with a grimy forefinger to the
spot on the map where“they were
_- supposed to be resting.
The cooking utensils and grub were
hustled back into their respective
places, and the whole outfit strapped
as snugly as possible on to the tobog-
gan. Once again they were on the
move. And they did travel. Every
Ounce of energy their city legs could
“wit /
da sleepy brake- _
muster they put into the effort an
they had not exerted themselves
first part of the day they made sple:
did time, as the road was good, an
the snow crust fine. At three dif-
ferent places the boys noticed that
recent windfalls across the road ha
been newly cut and hauled to one
side, leaving a clear roadway. In
this they easily recognized the work of
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Jimmy Gardner, the trapper.
The snow storm was on them inreal —
earnest now; it was easy enough to ~
keep the trail, but there was first two,
then three, and by three o’clock there
was six inches of snow; it made travel-
ling mighty tiresome and Joe plod- —
ding on behind with Frank’s carbine —
slung on his back could not but help
admire his sturdy partner who pulling
the toboggan and puffing away at his —
pipe, never turned his head but kept
the pace as if it were the regular daily
routine. There were times, when the
snow fell thickest, that Joe could
hardly discern his partner twenty-
five feet away.
At four-thirty the character of the
country changed decidedly from a
slightly rolling surface to small steep
hills; the fresh snow made these
doubly hard to negotiate but just as
Joe was about to call for Frank to halt
for a rest, that worthy turned his head
and without slackening his pace re-
moved his pipe long enough to remarke
“We're almost there, see the
smoke?’’ and sure enough there was
the smoke from the cabin a few hund- -
red yards above the low trees. Five
minutes more and they suddenly came
out into an opening in the timber, and
over on the left was their home, with
James out in front awaiting them.
“Sorry I couldn’t have met you,”
he announced, “‘but I had about four
hundred little jobs to do ’round here
and couldn’t make it.”
it was very evident he had been busy.
There was a new partition across one
end of the cabin, and investigation
disclosed two. new bunks for his
guests. Jim’s bunk was in the main
room. A steaming hot meal on the
table was waiting them and they
turned to this before even arranging
their outfit. By eight o’clock that
evening everything about the cabin
was ship-shape, arrangements had
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been made with Jim about their
board, the best places to hunt, etc.,
and at nine p.m. everybody was under
the blankets. Jimmy started in to
snore inside of five minutes, while the
boys lay awake for a half hour listen-
ing to the occasional snapping of the
dying embers in the sheet iron stove,
the distant hoot of an owl, and once,
faint and far away, the howl of a wolf.
Joe’s diary tells, perhaps better
than a more detailed account would,
of the incidents of their trip.
Dec. 31.—Arrived here yesterday
about 5 p.m. Jim had baked beans,
and hot biscuit for supper, great stuff,
everybody slept well last night al-
though ‘James’ snores like a horse.
Jan. 1.—New Year’s Day. Some
day; snowed nearly all day. dim had
a rabbit pot-pie today, says he does not
shoot much, gets his rabbits in snares,
the shooting scares the game, if he
shoots he goes out a few miles from
his trap line. We cut firewood, ate,
took a few pictures about cabin, bed
at 8.30.
Jan. 2.—Fine to-day, but soft snow
makes travel in the woods anything
but a pleasure. Visited Joe’s snares,
got two rabbits and reset snares and
saw porcupine tracks in snow. Frank
and Joe gone nearly all day. I got
one picture of porcupine who came
wandering into camp, he seemed right
at home here; judging by his actions
he’s been here before. Boys pretty
tired to-night.
Jan. 3.—Fine and clear. Frank
stayed at cabin to-day while I went
along with Jim to trap lines. Some
hike, it was mighty interesting to see
the way he set and baited some of his
traps. They were mostly deadfalls.
Jan. 4.—Weather cloudy; looks like
rain, and is a good bit warmer. Jim
tells us that it would be a good idea
to get a lot of firewood, as he thinks
this condition of the atmosphere, is a
“weather-breeder,’ guess he means a
storm is coming. Spent the day—all
three of us—in getting firewood.
Jan. 5.—Overcast and a slight
drizzle of rain and quite warm. Still
at the woodpile, guess we will not
have trouble of this sort the remainder
of our stay, as we have quite a pile.
Jim explains he does not lay in much
of a fire wood supply as he is not at
the cabin half the ¢
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Jan. 6.—Wind, rain, sleet
finally a snow-storm, just loafe¢
slept and got ready for next day
Jan. 7.—Snow, and snow some mi .
it just lets up long enough to geta
fresh start. Loafed all day. fe. te?
Jan. 8.—Stopped snowing last night
and started again this morning; the
other fellows as well as myself are
getting restless. Jim says to-morrow
he has sure got to visit a part of his —
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Jan. 9.—Still» snowing when Jim ~
left camp this morning at 4 o'clock, — ”
‘Pitch’ dark, he had a carbide lamp
with him but one hundred yards away
he was lost to view in the storm;~
snow still falling at noon but storm
is evidently dying away. Went fora —
bit of walk on snow shoes. Borrowed
from Jim’s outfit. Oeeas
Jan. 10.—Colder and the damp >
snow has a crust, still freezing. dim
got back at five-thirty last evening; — bs
had a wolf and two mink hides. He’s
more than pleased with the wolf as —
there is a bounty beside which the ~
pelt is a fine one. Got three rabbits _
to-day and Frank who was out with —
carbine saw a lynx but did not get
a shot. pense
Jan. 11.—Crust on snow fine and —
strong; one can travel nearly any- —
where without breaking through. —
Frank after lynx. Jim started for —
other end of “‘line’” to-day and will |
not be back for two days; got some
fine photographs. “3
Jan. 12.—Three below zero this —
morning, coldest weather we have —
had so far. Frank and I are wonder- —
ing how Jim is making it. Looks ~
mighty cold to be sleeping outside —
but as Frank says Jim has three —
shelter huts—at good places along the ~
line. We got one rabbit and had a ~
stew and Frank broke the game law ~
by shooting two partridges with the ©
carbine. ~ > aa
Jan. 13.—Five below this morning
and the woods lock beautiful; talk
about your fairy paintings, every-
thing, trees, bushes, old fallen logs,
stumps and all covered with diamonds
that sparkle in the sun; somet!
wonderful; wish the boys from
city could see these woods this morn
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and one marten; he says‘a large lynx
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am Frank about where to go to find lynx
: tracks. Frank tried driving rabbits
_ for me to photograph but we did not
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- Jan. 14.—Whee-e-e, wow! ten be-
low zero, well we all three stuck
’round the cabin to-day and kept
warm, except for a short walk there
was no out o’doors to-day.
Jan. 15.—Still ten below; cried to
: keep fire going all night as old Jack
Frost shoves his way in to cabin
-_- pretty strong before daylight. I got
up to start breakfast, looked out
‘3 window and saw a large animal over
in clearing near a stump where Jim
had skinned some of his victims. At
first I thought it was a wolf, and then
. he turned and looked towards the
9 cabin and I saw it was a lynx, got
a carbine and opening the door a bit I
took a rest and got him the first shot.
_ ‘The boys both were curled up in their
se bunks supposedly asleep but there
e was sure some action when the car-
bine went off. It was a race to get
‘ into our clothes to see who'd get out
there first. Frank won by one sock
z and a shoe, and came back dragging
the lynx after him; he was in fine
~ eondition, but Jim insists it was not
_ the one that robbed his traps as he
a says that has a much larger foot, my
o lynx by jove, and Frank is almost
---‘ jealous of my good fortune. Some
‘job getting water to-day. I forgot
to mention that we get our water
from a small spring that generally
keeps open all winter but there’s six
inches of ice there now and it has to
_ be chopped open every time we get a
pail of water—everybody is warm and
comfortable in the cabin though it’s
some day.
Jan. 16.—A bit warmer to-day and
Jim tells us that he has a permit to
shoot deer enough for his own use.
____-which means us of course, and he in-
_ forms Frank that two miles North of
here there is a regular run-way con-
_hecting two big swamps where the
deer ‘yard’ for the winter, and wants
tO know if Frank and I will get a deer
3 on save him @ lot of time.
Will Ber Will ‘we? Jl
see.
Janay —Temperature fae
to about zero and not a breath of
in the woods. Frank and I—I carr
Jim’s rifle—an ancient .44-40 of °
lever action pattern—went after tl
deer, we saw-two but due to our oy
clumsiness they saw us first.
Jan. 18.—Getting warmer rig
along. Jim says there’s a big snow
storm coming and guess he’s a pretty
good weather prophet. We had rab-
bit again to-day and Jim\kidded’ us
about not getting a deer.
Jan. 19.—A light snow fell, ands Bs
then it turned colder, and we turned Fe
the tables on James by calling him ane :
false prophet. He insists however,
that the storm will be here within >
two days; he’s so busy with his furs —
now that he doesn’t have much time —
to visit. Says he’s having the best —
season he’s ever had. Frank saw the |
big lynx to-day.
Jan. 20.—A very dark gloomy day, i
heavy winds and a bit of snow falling. -
Jim has been over his line pretty re-
sularly; this morning early he left —
for a two days’ trip again. -Frank |
started over to the ridge for deer, —
while I took the camera and .44-40 to
just roam ’round a bit. :
Jan. 21.—I got back to ‘camipeas
-yesterday at 4 p.m. neither Frank nor
Jim here. Can’t imagine what keeps
Frank, as he only took a light lunch
with him; he has a belt axe and
matches, so still have hopes he’s all
O. K. Snowing heavy this A.M.
Jan. 22.—Frank came struggling ~
in about 3 p.m. yesterday with a story
of how he had wounded the biggest
buck he’d ever seen in the woods. —
Got a second shot just at dark and got
his deer. Then he discovered he |
could not carry him alone through ~
the snow, as the added weight caused
him to go through the crust. Cutting
poles and hoisting, his kill out of the
way of wolves, he had started for
camp, then night. came on and he ~
fixed as snug a place under a windfall
as possible and roasted and ate part ~
of a rabbit he had the good luck to get
ashotat. Inthe morning he was lost —
for a half hour or so but finally found
his tracks of the previous day and
managed to get back safe but mighty
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tired ungry. Waiting for any
Sure: now, as we do not wish to go away and
leave a cold cabin for him to come
home to, as he is a prince in helping
ee ws fellows to have a good time; tells
us the best locations for game, etc.,
which it would take us weeks to find
were we shifting for ourselves.
Jan. 23.—Guess the storm Jim
promised has arrived. Wow, but it’s
: blowing and snowing outside, this
. rumpus started about 3 am. Eat
and sleep is the order of the day and
Frank worried about his venison
hanging out there in the swamp and
we are both a bit uneasy about: Jim
as he’s very punctual as a rule.
Jan. 24.—Storm still howling out-
side, and while we were getting break-
fast on the table, Jim arrived, snow-
covered, tired and “happy as a clam
at high water’ he says, as he found
_where a bear had denned up for the
winter and dug him out, and got him.
He says besides the hide wh’ch is a
ly fine one—he has bear’s grease enough
to make an Eskimo happy. Beside
the bear he had one fox, four mink
and six muskrat, or four musk rat and
six mink. I forgot which, and as he
is asleep at this writing will not
awaken him.
Jan. 25.—Snowing and blowing as
usual, wind shifted from East to
Southwest. Jim says he knows about
where Frank’s deer is, from the des-
cription given, and he will go with us
to-morrow to bring it in as tracks have
all been blotted out by wind and snow.
The snowstorm is not finished yet,
says our friend, but we’ll get the
# venison and have a feast before it’s
over.
Jan. 26.—Wind blowing a gale this
morning from the Southwest, but no
it show falling. Jim hustled us out at
four o’clock and after a breakfast of
warmed over beans and coffee,—say
baked beans are mighty good up here
these cold mornings, never was able
to appreciate them before—we started.
At daylight we were at the edge of the
swamp. A half hour later Frank said
he recognized a big birch about one
hundred yards from where he hung
up his deer.. We were travelling
single file through some small spruces,
~ when Jim who was leading stepped to
one side,—pst! pst! he cautioned, and
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a short distance—it was ceria 1
thirty yards—to the right throug
small opening in the trees. Two l
were standing on what looked like
hummock under the snow. Up went
the carbine, and at the puff of smoke —
the smaller lynx went bounding away.
The larger one fell, but was up and ~
away in an instant. The carbine
cracked again, and the big fellow
tumbled and when we arrived on the
spot it was to discover the mount of
snow was Frank’s deer. It was
frozen solid and the two lynx had
hardly started work on it when we
arrived. Good thing for us that Jim
made the early start. Arrived back at
camp in a regular blizzard. Frank is
a happy boy with his big lynx which
Jim tells us he believes is the ‘fur —
thief’. hi,
Jan. 27.—Snowing a bit allday but
less wind and getting colder again.
Two chip-munks have come from
somewhere and make regular daily
visits to our living room, always
imagined they stayed in bed all
winter.
Jan. 28.—Two above zero this
a.m. and Frank and I have just begun
to think about going back to town, or
as he puts it back to the ‘rock pile’.
We spent the day in trying to drive _
rabbits for photographs.
Jan. 29.—Zero weather to-day but
we were out with the camera. Jim is
out on the ‘line’ again but expects to
be in to-morrow. We have venison
steaks, fried venison, and also roast
venison. Jim says we’ve both put on
weight.
Jan. 30.—Mercury stands at zero
but there is no wind; we left the cabin
at daylight. Jim accompanied us and
we caught the 10 a.m. south bound
train. We were sorry to leave, and
James remarked it would be mighty
lonesome the rest of the winter.
Guess that was a compliment to*us,
as I’ve heard him say at different —
times he preferred to hunt and trap
alone rather than put up with some
people. Am writing this on the train.
Wish I was back there for another
month.
Well, that was the finish, or at least
that’s as far as we ever saw in that
diary. Have you ever tried this
840
kind of a trip? You, mister man,
with a belt line that prevents you
lacing vour own shoes, or you, mister
man, that’s lean and sallow from the
indoor grind, or you, young fellow,
that’s having too good (?) a t'me
Try it once.
round town o’nights.
ROD AND GUN IN CANADA
Sure it’s not all a picnic, it’s hard
and it’s rough, a good part of it, and
that’s what you need. No, this is
not a sermon, it’s just a tip, and if you
follow it a few seasons you'll save
doctor’s bills and probably put the
undertaker off a few years as well.
DEER AND FAWN.
COAST DEER, VANCOUVER ISLAND, B.C.
pine Elyb st *canadad |
CAMPING IN THE HEART OF
THE ROCKIES
E. ANDERSON
ure is like an actor out-play-
ing life upon the stage. In
many ways the play is more natural,
more true to life itself, than the true
life the audience leads. It can afford
to be, being short; we could all live
for a day.
So, civilized man, aided by incon-
spicuous arts, plunges into the wilder-
ness, taking danger for his joy, hard-
ship for pleasure, discomfort for am-
usement—for a little while. And
doubtless the select little audience
who watch the play, the guides, the
trappers, the packers, get their amuse-
ment from the comedy.
One danger is this, there is no game
like it; having played once we return
always. Those who die in the Brr-
- therhood should have a branch of
_ balsam and a wreath of wood smoke
thrown into their graves. They will
need these things on the other side.
AJl of which explains why even the
war could not kill the Annual camp
of the Alpine Club of Canada, nor
_ prevent the remnant of its members
trailing in from all the wide map of
_ America to the heart of the Rockies,
to keep tryst with the memories of
those at the front.
Me ab a mosquito-ridden trail, making
twelve one miles up to the boundary
MAS: that goes camping for pleas-
divide between British Columbia and
Alberta we came by twos and threes
into the main camp. That camp
with its savage unexpected notes of
colour in its restless line of national
flags, was like the caravanserai ‘whose
Doorways are alternate Night and >
Day,’ in that people never seemed
to stay above an hour or two. They
ate and slept and were gone. They
might recur; sometimes days later a
face would reappear unexpectedly out
of the hills when one had thought it
gone out for good, but stay, never.
We were nomads; very often, liter-
ally as the wind blew, we camped
in camp or camp; for the main camp
was sheltered, the other exposed.
Some came in for so short a period
that one was tempted to believe they
came for the mere epicurean pleasure ~
of the first night round the fire, the
first climb, and, having had it, went.
Indeed it were almost worth it.
There are few things more satisfy-
ing than the first evening in the open
round the wide fire. The eye fol-
lows the ring of figures about the
blaze—the easy lines of lassitude,
the fire-painted harmonies with the
vague trees, the remote sky; the in-
constant light shifts from the steel
of an iceaxe to a girl’s bent head,
catches the handkerchief at a man’s
842
throat, and the glimmer of knitting
needles. Mas?
The talk flows, idly, disjointedly,
and there are only three subjects,
the mountains, our boots, our food,
which is after all but fitting, for by
these three only we live. Specula-
tion, adrift among these skirtless
girls, these collarless men, plays mo-
mently with the thought that per-
haps for this little time we are thus
garbed and thus contented, more
trulv revealed in ourselves, more
candid with each other, more known
than ever we may be to friends be-
yond the barrier of the hills in the
long months of the year.
Someone cries “‘Music,’’ and. pres-
ently one of our guides unwraps his
concertina and plays to us, gay Swiss
airs—so happy that in that fire-made
circle with the darkness ever pressing
in on it they gained an edge of pain.
A log falls out of the central biaze
encroaching perilously on that inner
domestic ring of wet boots and socks
between ourselves and the heat, and
in an instant we are all plunging
for our most cherished possessions,
gold and diamonds are ot no account
to us beside these singeing socks and
greasy boots. Rescued, we bear them
tenderly with us to our tents for fear
of the porcupine by night, crying
good-night as we go. As we plunge
into that illuminated Chinese lantern
our lit tent becomes at night we
tread into thick balsam boughs and
sniff happily. That smell will burn
our hearts with earth-desire when-
ever we shall meet it through the
years, but to-night it is pure content.
Next day we drifted up the steep
seven hundred feet between the main
camp and the upper camp above
Simpson Pass—that muddy two miles
of wood and lovely pass which most
-of us trod nearly daily became dur-
ing the time of our stay a barometer
of our pace and condition. How-
ever wearily at the end of a day’s
tramping we turned into that last
stretch. between the camps yet in-
stinctively watches were glanced at
and speed quickened in order to
cover it in the recognized time; and
a few minutes gained pantingly up
the last muddy hill were a matter of
self congratulation in no way im-
7 *, Ay Oy { °
as amy) atte a on
ROD AND GUN
IN CAN
. HE AGN pee
paired by the sane knowledge that
one was somewhat of a fool—br
The upper camp was a thing by ~
itself. There was about it an atmos-
phere of austerity which, though
utterly at variance with its actual —
hospitality, was yet its most subtle
charm. It was like lodging at a
monastery.
Above the line of the thick woods
while still within the shelter of the
larches the little camp faced on blue
water and open moorland, still dead
from the weight of the snow. «Yet
daily, almost hourly it looked, flowers
pushed up through last year’s wreck-
age, through the snow itself, till with-
in a week of our first coming the
brown turf was green and gold. Over
one’s head, vibrant night and day the
scarlet camp flag burnt like a flame
of the war, and everywhere stark
to the line of the sky rose the snow >
of the high peaks. We changed quar-
ters and lived for the most part at the
upper camp, boasting equally our
views and our pastry.
If on raw evenings, when sleet and
an inconstant wind chased us round
and round the fire, we regretted the
tree guarded quarters of the main
camp, yet in the early mornings when
the thin wind smelling of snow and ~~
the raw earth pushed our tent flaps
open, we murmured the old lovely
lie concerning “‘‘the wind on the —
;
4
heath”? and life for ever and thought
we believed it.
It was far other murmurings, how-
ever, that came to our lips on a
morning when we were shaken awake
by one who enquired ceremoniously,
“Am I right in believing you intend
to climb Monarch to-day?” He was
right. Reluctantly we unroiled out
of the balsam scented blankets, shov-
ed our heads out of the tent to regard
the black wall of Monarch rising to
the south of us, and speculated whe-
ther washing when the ice was float-
ing in the bucket was an unnecessary
luxury or a necessary hardship. At —
that hour of the morning mountain- —
eering seemed something less than a —
pleasure. Pulling on our cold boots ©
someone meditated aloud that should
our hearts drop into them during
the day, as seemed not improbable
all og POU arteers,
ing a
would at least be plenty of
1 for them there. Undoubtedly
the Rockies, but few so impressive
___as those to be found on the face of
a precipice the first time that one
climbs. There is firstly the hand-
~ some face of the rock a foot from
one’s nose, and the next crack where
the hand can take hold. There is
also the wild perspective and the
armour plated soles of the guide
: above, and the face of the person
: beneath. If one has time for more
? there is a view over one’s arm, or
between one’s feet of a lonely world
incredibly distant and small. In its
expanse of changing colour the eye
catches on an alien flick of red, too
tiny aimost for sight—the flag above
_ the camp.
It is an awesome thing to be for
the first time a fly on a wall, but it
is exhilarating too.
On a wide ledge the guide loosened
a stone for us and let it fall. It leapt
clear one thousand—two thousand
feet, then struck and plunged again
in a foam of white to lose itself in
the depths at the precipice foot. We
thought to ourselves brilliantly that
it was a long way down, along way.
_ _ We turned and climbed again com-
ing out at length like wanderers in
a fairy tale to an unknown world.
The mind groping helplessly after
adequate expression caught at a
phrase so stereotyped that its edge
of truth was blunted and it refused
.to cut into the imagination.
*“A sea of peaks!’ Most true, but
no such ocean as the eye remembers.
Rather, perhaps, such a sea as must
have risen when the dry land first
tore. through the unparted waters,
that sea struck to sudden quiet with
the frantic foam on its mad crests,
with the new light still rawly blue
in its hollows. We might have wept;
we might have raved foolish and
incoherent things, and it would have
been fitting—in art. In nature we
ode ‘sat down and ate contentedly and
| __ our speech went in this fashion :
See Aren’t. you, hungry? I am. I
_ wonder what eg peak is to the
pat
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wey is it vindie gooseberry. j
. Cheese? ‘Yes, lots of it.
the snow in? Mine. .
no psalms.
But that night in the cook tent of —
the upper camp we, a very little
company, warm, fed, contentedly —
weary, let out our thoughts and led
them far through the countries of
literature and imagination, now the
one and now the other the guide, by —
paths we loved. Over across the
stove, Jim, the Chinese cook, dozed —
in heaven knows what alien world—
it left no mark upon his blank, bene- -
volent face, and outside the wind and
sleet beat heavily on the canvas and >
among the larches overhead. A
packer drifted in out of the night,
the rain dripping from his heavy
fur shaps, and we asked him ques-
tions, foolish tourist questions, that
he answered courteously without a
smile. ‘The most dangerous animal
in the mountains?” ““The rivers, un-
doubtedly the rivers.’ He told us
tragic tales. One saw the green,
snarling snow water—alive—a dan-
ee Oue animal that took its yearly
toll
A very perfect day, perfectly
finished; and we were Active Mem-
bers of the A. C. C.
Somewhere within the following
week we went to Shadow Lake. Just
when I doubt few could have said,
the very days lose their names in
Camp, we reverted unconsciously to
the primitive and counted by hap-
penings only—ahd that is the truer
count.
Shadow Lake, under Mount Ball
was a two days’ expedition, and, ow-
ing to weather conditions though
twice attempted from Camp, it had
not yet been accomplished. A day’s
journey out we made a flying camp—
a mushroom growth of canvas, a blue
drift of smoke, a smell of frying bacon.
As we sat down to that same bacon
someone made the discovery that we
were an unlucky number, and turned
on our guide with some laughing en-
quiry as to his acceptance of the
situation. He—Crusoe reincarnate—
We may worship nature but we sing
t
Mee Me: ty Tat eed
St
the melancholy of that dead life still
stamped on his face, stared at us a
moment, then half reluctant of ex-
pression ““Well....it cannot help.”
He turned back to cutting bread.
Through that economical reply, ran
the forked lightning of superstition
and fatalism, recurrent forces, wher-
ever men’s work brings them in close
contact with the dangerous edge of
nature.
There were singing birds at that
camping ground, the only place we
heard them in all the mountains. At
sundown they sang thin and sweet
in this last wood beneath the snows.
We went up next day through the
Haiduk Pass, where the low hanging
clouds caught and bridged the rocks
above our heads. A mountain goat
had crossed the snow shortly before
us but tactlessly had not waited our
arrival. Once over the divide we
descended by the Haiduk Lake, a
monotype in grey and white, most
desolate, to open valleys of wood and
meadow, where we delayed a while to
chase a porcupine up a tree.
_ A porcupine seen for the first time
is an improbable looking affair. In
regarding him one is reminded of that
gentleman who, towards the end of a
long evening, saw a rat run across the
room. After a pregnant pause he
turned to his companions; “I know
what you're all thinking; you thought
I saw arat—but I didn’t.” One feels
rather that way towards the porcu-
pine. Even if one believes in him
there still remains the impression that
he is unfinished, that he must have
fallen off the table and escaped out
of the door before Dame Nature had
quite finished with him.
Leaving our particular porcupine
we drifted on patiently, hopping over
burns like a long row of decrepit
srasshoppers, till the waters grew too
big for any jumping, and after a slow
struggle through thick timber, we
came out on the borders of Shadow
Lake itself. The substance of that
shadow was the white mountain that
sprang sheer from the green water
and was crested again with green
glacier, as a wave turns over and
shows the light beneath the foam.
There are so many beauties hidden
in the valleys of the Rockies that eye
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and mind are apt to grow c
in afterthought, rememberin
that beauty was everywhere, but this . —
particular picture remains clear cut
through a certain splendid simplicity;
the towering whiteness with the light
in its crest, the peacock lake at its
foot. . i
We ate, and turned up the hill face —
reluctantly, but it was long past noon,
and even our guide said we had far
to go which, from him was a porten- _
tous admission. Dusk found us
crawling up the last valley between
ourselves and camp. As part of a
canvas to be entitled ““Refugees” we
might have been effective; otherwise
—However, we were within two miles
of Camp, so we trudged on stubborn-
ly, believing in supper.
A little wind came up to meet us ©
and on it came a fog, a thick fog, and
in five minutes it was night. Wemade
camp where we were, there was noth-
ing else for it; till we had light we
were lost. We lit a great fire and,
except that we were short of food,
had nothing tocomplainof. Headto |
heel we slept a complete necklace
about the fire. When we grew cold
on the off-fire side, or were kicked —
a shade too insistently by the next
pair of iron studded boots, we woke,
gazed round us with a general air of
lunacy, and conversed with those in —
the same case as ourselves. There
was only one subject, the thing we
should like to eat if we had the chance.
—that varied from a cinnamon bun
to a beefsteak pie. Meantime we ate |
a limited quantity of acid drops, a
pleasing but hardly nourishing form —
of food, and there was glycerine for _
anyone who fancied it. .
It was a quaint enough scene; the
close walls of the fog shutting usin,
the sprawling figures of the sleepers,
our own sleep-drugged faces in the
firelight as we sat talking disjointedly
falling asleep again between whiles. —
Dawn brought nothing save a
lightening of the walls. As far as —
locality -went we might have been
anywhere on the Canadian map; the ~
land sloped up hill and vanished ~
completely within fifty yards; here —
and there a tree showed up as sub- |
stantial as a cast shadow. But o
guide rounded us up like a hen wit!
oy
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se cheeping disconsolately at
oe S.
~ Somewhere in that featureless void
his trained senses took hold, he tried
hither and yon.—Have you ever seen
a good dog working after a wounded
_ bird it cannot see?—Then he turned
on his following: ““Coom along; we
go home; twenty minutes.” He
plunged through the blank world, for
once regardless of the speed of his
following who strung out instantly, a
thin frieze of ghosts against the fog,
and inside the promised time we were
- clamouring before the cook tent de-
- manding “breakfast! breakfast!’’ of
__ our smiling, unworried cook.
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There were other days of sunshine
and most hot endeavour, or idleness,
equally content.
There was a grey morning when we
massed about the fire at the upper
cited on the earnest suggestion of Mr.
F. W. Godsal, a keen member of the Club,
the Pincher Creek Town Council is petition-
ing the Superintendent of Dominion Parks
to build a road in the little known Waterton
Lakes Park for a distance of about six miles
up Mill Creek to render access easy to Mount
Windsor, long known as Castle Mountain
in the neighbourhood. The surroundings
of the mountain are beautiful and well worth
exploring.
The trail cut by the Parks authorities at
Banff from the Middle Hot Springs to the
7 Cave and Basin has been much used and
greatly appreciated this summer. It is a
charming walk through the trees and cuts off
more than a mile of dusty road. It has cer-
tainly been successful in attracting many
more bathers to the lower baths.
Professor Holway of Minneapolis, and Dr.
_ Gilmour again went to the Northern Rockies
this summer. Last year they were turned
_ back when within little more than a hundred
feet from the summit of Mt. Longstaff.
This year they made it, in all kinds of wea-
ther: sunshine, fog, hail, snow, rain, thunder
and lightning; and a rainbow graced them
late in the day. They then proceeded to
the Cariboo mountains which are unmapped
and except by a rare trapper, unknown,
_ Professor Holway found the region most
fascinating and hopes to spend two months
11t next summer. He is preparing an article
his experiences for next year’s Canadian
Ipine Journal.
Pe ‘ ; er a Ss ns ey . 1 Oe
f chickens and plunged into the camp and | tened to t
strong voice reading out the mess
that would go from us to those ot
also of “‘Us”, now in the trenches. —
Afterwards there was a silence a five
minutes’ quietude, prearranged across
the seas in which we in peace and,
they in war should think together
should become for a moment one —
camp. ;
The Anglo-Saxon struggling with
the problems of thought transference
for the space of five minutes has in
him the element of humour, and yet—
outside through the trees the flag —
strained and snapped in the gusts of
the wind, the woodash swirled up from ~
the fire and settled on us standing
motionless. If we had not vision, as ~
they must have had vision, remem-
bering the mountains, the smoke of
past fires, yet, at the least, we were in a
ourselves a memorial. They might —
remember, but we could not forget.
—
ALPINE CLUB NOTES
Another member of the Club has been
awarded the Military Cross for bravery in
battle, Captain George M. Smith, formerly
lecturer in Modern History at Toronto Uni-
versity. He has been an enthusiastic mem-
ber of the Club since 1909, and was in Camp
when war was declared in 1914.
The Western Vice-President of the Club,
Major W. W. Foster of Victoria, has been
awarded the D.S.O. At the outbreak ‘vf
the war he had a commission in the B.C.
Horse which was later merged in the 2nd
C.M.R. After taking special training he
became grenade officer with the C.E.F.
Four months ago he was given his Majority
and placed at the head of “‘C’’ Company.
He is an enthusiastic mountaineer and was
one of the party which conquered Mt. Robson
in 1913.
In the last issue of “L’Echo des Alpes”
the organ of the French speaking sections of
the Swiss Alpine Club, is an account of an
accident arising in a most strange way. Three
young men were climbing, roped together
properly and all seemed well. Suddenly the
rope broke and all three fell some distance.
Fortunately the most serious damage was a
broken wrist. On examining the rope which
was nearly new, it was found that instead
of being marked with the usual red thread-
the centre had been liberally dyed black
with nitrate of silver, such as is used for mark-
ing linen. The caustic qualities had acted
on the hemp and the centre o1 the rope was
decayed.
TTU ISLAND, Alaska, is farther west of
San Francisco than that city is west of
_~ Eastport, Maine. To the average Am-
erican or Canadian the very name is synony-
mous with gold and glaciers, but of the coun-
try itself he knows less than of any other
spot on the continent. He doesn’t realize
that Alaska contains fiords equal to those
of Norway, that Alaska contains more than
two hundred immense and unmatched gla-
clers, some of them near neighbors to active
volcanoes, such as Wrangell, whose smok-
ing summit forms the eastern end of a chain
of living and.dead lava peaks a thousand
miles long. Nor does he realize the climatic
variations that are to be found in Alaska,
where the coldest month of Sitka is no colder
ROD AND GUN IN CANADA
Near Glacier, Alaska.
(4)
Hydraulic Lift at work below Discovery, Glacier Creek.
Hanging Rock.
(3)
(2). Wrangell, Alaska.
(5)
Totem Poles.
(1)
than that of St. Louis, the warmest* month
of San Francisco and*Juneau are of identical
record; and yet Point Barrow, on its northern
fringe, is 300 miles within the Arctic Circle
and has no sun for forty days out of every
year.
Leaving Vancouver in a comfortable Can-
adian Pacific ‘“‘Princess’’ steamer, the traveller
wakes next morning to his first view of the
typical and wonderfully beautiful scenery of
the solemn fiord country. Seymour Nar-
rows ushers him into smooth, island-dotted
waters that lead to Alert Bay, where he
may see fifty-foot totem poles and a modern
hospital by the cedar lodges of the Kwakiutls.
At evening time Queen Charlotte Sound
is reached and for the first and only occa-
fy
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3
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Sl ea
- Sound, Finlayson Channel, they all
in the night as the ship steams northward.
- Morning
_ is an immense mill turning Douglas firs.into
trip the vessel rides open
le the whale spouts in the offing
asking shark lies in the last sun-
| the b
shine. | :
River Inlet, Namu, Bella Bella, Milbank
slip by
rings Swanson Bay, where there
paper pulp.
At the mouth of the Skeena a fleet of sal-
mon boats is encountered and passengers
leave for many points on the river, which
_ is navigable for 180 miles.
Cape Fox marks the southern point of
Alaska and soon Ketchikan is reached, a
modern town solidly planted on the most
difficult of hilly ground. Copper has made
Ketchikan, but the tourist will perhaps be
more interested in the vanishing Indian with
woven baskets than in the advancing
miner.
Wrangell Narrows is a fascinating and
pulseless shadowland, where the vessel goes
too slowly through the widening channel to
break the reflection of the midnight sun
in the solemn northern waters. At the end
of the passage glaciers are sighted for the
first time. These huge and awe-inspiring
ice are characteristic of Alaska. In Sum-
dum Bay a hundred or more may be seen
$
; i aia: id eNay i
along the walls. The scenery is a
est description and the plunging bergs keep
the fiord roaring like some vast foundry of
the gods. Farther north, the Taku Glacier
stretches a mile wide along Taku Bay, the
largest of forty-five ice streams emptying
their gorgeous colored bergs in the path of —
the steamer. txt
At the bottom of a sheer 3,000 foot moun- —
tain, Juneau has ensconsed itself as the ©
capital of Alaska, and is a well-built city, as
although there couldn’t be found a naturally
level spot on which to place a single large
building. The townspeople are up-to-date,
phenomenally healthy and entirely sane
despite the rush created past of the district
and its present dependence on gold mining.
After leaving Juneau there is an all-day
trip up Lynn Canal to Skagway, the end
of the journey and the best-known town
in Alaska. In the wild days of ’98, Skagway
was ‘the door through which all trail-hitters
struck for the gold fields, taking the line of
the present White Pass & Yukon Railway.
The Canadian Pacific steamers remain lon
enough for the passengers to take the roa
as far as White Pass, or up to White Horse,
if a sufficient number wish to explore the
dizzy peaks, the terrific gorges and sound-
ing glaciers of the north country. The
round trip from Vancouver lasts nine days.
THE LOST CABIN MINE OF
CALCHAS CREEK
MIKE JAY
T’S away up the cold Klondike.
To be exact, Calchas Lake is in the
Yukon country, and the lost Cabin
Mine is somewhere along the little stream
that flows out of the lake into the Pelley
River. The Pelley joins the Louis at Fort
Selkirk to form the Yukon River and—the
geography class now adjourns.
Take it from me, Cheechako, that vast
Northland is just chuck full of all kinds of
weird stories. Yep, all kinds of ’em. Every
town in it just brims over with tales of hid-
den rich gulches, legends of lost little pay
creeks where nuggets gleam in the sun and
mythical tiny valleys where the grass roots
spring from virgin gold dust.
But Jim Stephens—yes Stephens is the way
he spelt it; he hadn’t anything better in the
way of a handle than just that, though he
looked like your imaginary picture of Alaska
Jack—Jim Stephens certainly did have the
_ cussedest and queerest and weirdest tale of
the great white Northland that beat all the
millions and millions of tales ever told both
__ by the men who “panned the speckled sand”
and the men who had the sand to write
___ Klondike stories without ever going farther
i north than Hoboken, N. J.
a Mississippi river man”
We were gathered in the dingy office of a
morning newspaper in a Pacific Coast city
that real estate promoters libelously term the
“Gateway of the Yukon”. Hansbrough once
of Virginia, but now a big game hunter and
Northland trader, lounged behand the cob-
web of a cigarette. Big Jim Stephens liter-
ally filled the rest of a small city room, and
between short snappy puffs of an abnormally
stunted !clay pipe he told the graphic story
of the finding of the Lost Cabin Mine of
Calchas Lake.
Oh, yes, you want to know what Jim looked
like. Well, he upheld the traditions laid
down by moving picture producers of Rex
Beach’s stories. He had on a stiff brim
Stetson hat, a long rain coat and high sur-
veyor’s shoes. His face was rather florid; he
had a broken nose and rather large gray eyes
that could cover long distances. One look
at Jim and you got a mental photograph of
leagues on leagues of white wastes cf the grim
North stretching into a back ground for him
and—you get the idea? Alright, here’s Jim’s
story.
“Say listen” drawled Jim in the manner of
ippi some of these
modern inventions ain’t near so modern as
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they make ’em out to be. _I recollect back in
"98 when—” he stopped to light his pipe again.
“Ladue and me,” he continued puffing the
pipe with satisfaction, ‘“Laduc’s a French-
Canadian—hit the trail of the lost Cabin
Mine of Calchas Lake. ;
“It come about September time and found
us in Fort Selkirk on the Yukon. We were
putting in time waiting for the summer batch
of prospectors to show up with their finds.
The camp you see, has a mining recorder’s
office and all the prospectors dropped in to
register. Every time a couple made camp,
we'd pump them as to what they had run
across in their trips. In this way we hoped
to get in early on a stampede to new diggins.”
“One afternoon near sundown, we made
out a fellow poling a raft down the Pelley
river. There hadn’t been any prospectors
in for a couple of days so when Laduc and I
saw this fellow was in difficulty we put out
and helped him in.”
“He was an Englishman about six foot tall,
but he was a gentleman.” Jim said it as if
few Englishmen were gentlemen, then went
on: “He thanked us courteously and asked
right off, as to when the next steamer out
would be along.”
“Oh, in a day or two’ we tells him and
then he informed us that he’s in a hurry to
get out of the country. Our suspicions were
aroused. Laduc asks him if he’s been out on
a prospecting trip.”
“He makes an evasive answer.
he has and again that he hasn’t.”’
“Well did you go out on a hunting trip?’
That’s our next question.
““*No’ he says sort of sad. Then he re-
fuses to talk and we decided to wait a while
before pumping him further.
“So we invited him up to the camp for
supper, Laduc, having been a French chef
once in the course of his wanderings, fixed up
a skookum supper that sure tickled that
Englishman’s palate. For remember, that
stranger has been out in the woods all sum-
mer, living on Alaska’s National food and
baked beans is apt to get tiresome when you
have it day in and day out for a couple of
months.”
“By and by when the dishes are cleared
from the table and our pipes are lit and we’re
sitting around the fire, Laduc gave me the
high sign and we eased another question about
the prospecting trip into the stranger.”
“Well, about that time he’s feeling sort of
set-up and comfy after that kind of a meal and
he starts to talk.”
“*You fellows’ he says” have been pretty
good to me and treated me handsome and so
if you promise not to laugh and not think it
He says
- supny [ll tell you what it was I went after,
in this woods this past summer.” ”
“And then he starts in and gives us the
darndest story you ever heard. It concerns
mostly his relatives and the whole thing works
around an uncle of his that was once in the
Yukon and who by the way was the original
discoverer of the mine on Calchas Lake and—
well here’s the story he told us from the be-
ginning.”’
“This stranger’s uncle, it seems is a pro-
fessor of science or something like that in a
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“And this uncle is more than
He’s a mixture between an inventor .
scientist. He dabbles in these sg
experiments but in order to lg
he teaches in the University. e's
pretty a Sag 5 for a professor, when he
meets up with a beautiful lady who like him- __
self is a scientific experimenter. She’sa sort _
of Madam Curie, you savvy, and all this
scientific stuff is just bread and cheese for her.
Well, she just naturally catches the pro-
fessor’s eye. The outcome is as plain aaleies ping Fe
teeth in a glass ot water, for the professor falls __
in love with her and the lady tumbles to the
professor and the showdown is that the two
get married. Sexi i
Then begins a real happy life for both of
them. The professor goes on teaching and
when he’s not teaching the two of them are
together experimenting with his scientific
junk. They sure do enjoy it till by eg ia
they got so that without each other bo Aine
looks like the color of black velvet. And the
funny thing is that the longer they live toget-
tab
So he sets to work des-
perately to use every bit of his power asa
scientist to keep her with him on earth as
long as possible. But-all his varied know- “a .
ledge isn’t worth much. His wife finally dies __
in his arms calling on him to save her from the _
clutching hands of death. a See
Well after his wife’s dead and buried the
professor doesn’t know what to do with him-
self. For a while he’s very quiet and a
about his work in a sort of half-dazed con-
dition. By and by the very sight of the
laboratory where he once worked with her, — ;
the house where they lived and loved together __
and everything that reminds him of her just —
sends him crazy. His love had been deep
and his sorrow was deeper. In fact it was —
too much to bear. In a wise moment the ~
relatives persuade the professor to resign his ©
post and to get away from the scenes so dear —
to her memory. So he manages to grab a —
job with the Hudson Bay Traders Company ~
of the great North-west. Se
“Then the old boy closes up the ho
which is no longer a home to him; packs
his precious inventions and that’s the las
relatives hear of him for the next tw
: -S
es aren’t interested till the
arrying a poke of gold-dust wo
ity thousand pounds. Gold dust was rare
in England in those days and this makes his
rel atives suddenly become solicitious about
his welfare.
- “He’s in London for maybe, three days and
then, presto! the professor and the twenty
thousand pounds disappear like magic.
Enquiry at his rooms brings no news of his
__ whereabouts. The relatives institute a fever-
ish search for the owner of the twenty thous-
and pounds.
Rive days later he turned up in a sani-
__tarium suffering from the effects of what ap-
parently had been one big skookum carousal.
_ Investigation disclosed the fact that the home
which had been closed up twenty years before
by the professor has been broken into and the
entire place wrecked. ‘The relatives put two
and two together and figured it out that the
professor had re-visited the scenes of his
happy days and the place had brought such
vivid memories of his wife that the shock had
unhinged his mind causing him to go mad
with such terrible results. From then on
the professor stayed in the sanitarium and
most of the time was kept in a strait-jacket.
“One day he shows signs of lucidity. He
calls for his nephew, the same fellow that’s
telling us the story.”
“To the nephew, the old professor un-
burdens himself and tells a story of a mine in
the Yukon from which came the gold dust he
brought to London. He also tells of a cabin
built on the shores of Calchas Lake. Next
he draws a map of the Yukon country and
shows where this mysterious gold mine is
located. He marks the spot near the mouth
of the lake where his cabin is said to stand
and he-tells the youngster that in that lonely
cabin in the wilds of the Great North-west
will be found all the greatest inventions of the
age.
“The nephew is eager to question the aged
man farther but a casual remark about the
deaa wife sets the professor mad and he almost
kills the young chap before the guards come
to the rescue. The nephew stays around
hoping to have another talk with the pro-
fessor during a lucid interval but the waiting
is in vain. The old man dies raving of his
3 wife’s voice calling, calling to him for help.”
2 “So that’s how it was that this young
3 Englishman came to be in Fort Selkirk in the
fall of that year.” 2
It seems he had put in the whole summer
in the woods searching for the lost cabin and
the mine on the creek that flowed out of
Calchas Lake into the Pelley River. His
search had been fruitless. He told us in
detail how he had gone up the Pelley looking
along the north side for a stream that flowed
from a lake such as his uncle had described to
him. Now, he was disgusted with the whole
_ idea and was positive that the map had been
a wild dream of the professor’s and that no
_ such cabin, no such lake, and no such mine or
creek existed.”
“We admitted that in all probability he was
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Creekside Gun Club.
Dy; The Creekside Gun Club showed thirty-one shooters
at its regular weekly meet on Mar.3rd, and again leads
all the city clubs in the matter of attendance. The
_ red and white bird prizes were won by Art Spiller and
Ned Elliott respectively, while Jimmy Colborne won
the president’s award for 25 straight.
The scores:—
Shot at. Broke
04 74
123 102
118 95
106 97
98 79
50 34
41 31
37 23
52 44
53 Al
25 17
36 33
52 46
25 13
25 12
40 26
51 38
25 18
102 73
25 20
46 23
45 34
25 16
38 32
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The Creekside Gun Club held its weekly shoot on
Saturday afternoon, March 12th, and although the —
scores were lower than usual the enthusiasm was not —
lacking. The scores:— !
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George Vivian and J. Murphy were the bi
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Saturday, Feb. 3rd. The scores:—
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Five members of the newly-organized Smithville —
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Those shooting and their scores. were as fo llows:
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HEN the House of Heddon originated
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THE ESSEX COUNTY WILD LIFE
CONSERVATION ASSOCIATION >
joint meeting of the North and South
Essex Branches of the Ontario Forest
Fish and Game Protective Association
was held in the Council Chamber of the Town
Hall, Leamington, Ontario, at 1:00 p.m.
Monday, February 12th, for the purpose of
amalgamating the two associations into one
association.
A large and representative gathering was
present including a number of farmers who
expressed their views on Game Conservation
matters. The question of Game Sancturaies
was presented by Mr. E. R. Kerr of Walker-
ville who received a very attentive hearing,
When this matter had been concluded, the
Chairman, Mr. Winter, called for the pay-
ment of dues and extended an invitation to
the farmers present to join the association
and, thus, protect their interests. A number
responded and their names were enrolled.
Upon motion by Mr. J. T. Miner, seconded
by Mr. Geo. Jackson, the decision of the
gathering was that the new Association be
known as the Essex County Wild Life Con-
servation Association and that the rules and
constitution of the Ontario Forest, Fish and
Game Protective Association be adopted by
this association.
The next procedure consisted of discussion
of a proposal submitted by Mr. Kerr that the
association create an Advisory Board con-
sisting of the following gentlemen:—Dr. C.
Gordon Hewitt, Ottawa, Ont.,./Dr. W. T.
Hornaday, New York, N. Y., Mr. J. W. Crow,
Guelph, Ontario, and Mr. A. Sheriff, Toronto
Ontario, and the unanimous decision was that
the association create an Honorary Advisory
Board, consisting of the following:—President,
Dr. C. Gordon Hewitt, Ottawa, Ont. Dr.
W. T. Hornaday, New York, N. Y., J. W.
Crow, Guelph, Ontario, A. Sheriff, Toronto,
Ont.
Nominations for President were called for
with the result that none present would
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was elected by acclamation, and will be
supported by the following:—1st Vice-Pres.—
Mr. John T. Miner, Kingsville, Ont., 2nd
Vice-Pres.—Mr. Arthur B. Drake, Windsor,
Ontario.
Following this Mr. Kerr nominated Mr.
F. S. Moss for the position of Secretary-
Treasurer. Mr. Ed. Winter, supported by
Mr. T. J. Miner named Mr. E. R. Kerr of
Walkerville. Mr. Moss addressed the meet-
ing and intimated that business pressure would
not enable him to accept the honor and with-
drew. This occasioned a call for more nomina-
tions and as no one responded Mr. Kerr was.
the unanimous choice.
Mr. Kerr, in behalf of North Essex pre-
sented the names of seven citizens whom he
guaranteed as live-wires in game conservation,
and upon the strength of this the meeting
agreed to his naming the following, to con-
stitute the North Essex. Executive:—
-CGhairman—Mr. T. S. Biggar, Walkervllle.
Ont., Mr. Alfred Miers, Walkerville, Ont,, ©
Mr. A. W. Reid, Walkerville, Ont., Mr. N. K.
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Chairman—Mr. F. S. Moss, Mr. C.vA.
Cullen, Mr. Geo. Wiper, Mr. Wallace Tilden
Mr. J. Hancock, Mr. Ed..Winter, Dr. J..E. .
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2 We stand for the Federal Migratory Bird
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3 We stand for co-operation with the
J farmer and stockmen in a systematic cam-
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We stand for such an increase in game
and fish as will furnish legitimate sport for
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6 We stand for the Sanctuary Plan.
OUR AIM
The Aim and purpose of this association
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of wild things. As the cone scatters the seeds
"i of the pine and fir tree, so may we scatter the
seeds of wisdom and understanding among
men, to the end that every citizen may learn
to hold the lives of harmless wild creatures as
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_____ the business of the Association. Carried.
2 Moved by Mr. C. Cullen, seconded by
Mr. Tilden, that the Secretary mail proof of
letter-head to President previous to printing
quant ty required. Carried
3 At this point a very strong discussion,
among the farmers present took place, as to
why Point Pelee and suggested territory was
not set aside at once to protect the game birds
at present within the proposed boundaries.
Mr. Kerr intimated that on account of the
war and the heavy drain upon the treasury
of the government, there was little hope of
such a thing at this time, but that if the
farmers in the close vicinity of the area would
guarantee the protection of the area, he would
gladly place a resolution before the Game and
Fisheries Department and recommend that
immediate action be taken. The following
resolution was put:
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Wiper that the Secretary write the Sait.
ment of Game and Fisheries, Toronto, -
Ontario, and advise the immediate closing of
same as a Government Bird and Game
Sanctuary in order that the present suppl, of
game birds be maintained and increased.
That the farmers in the vicinity of the pro-
posed area guarantee protection, free of charge
until the government can afford to maintain
a Ranger or Game-Keeper and introduce
species from the Miner area. That present
Cotton-tail law be maintained and that
destruction of domestic cats, within the area,
be permitted. Carried.
4 Prohibit the killing of ROBINS at any
time.
5 Five year closed season for WOOD-
DUCK.
6 Three year closed season for BLACK,
GREY and FOX SQUIRRELS.
7 Continued closed season for QUAIL in
order that same will not be killed at any
time.
8 That DUCK season date from October |
1st to December 31st in the South Western
zone.
9 That the killing or taking of Muskrat on
Point Pelee Government marshes be pro-
hibited for two years.
10 To limit one gun per man in Duck
blinds.
11 That daily bag limit of 15 be placed on
Ducks and a season kill limited to 100. ;
12 That daily bag limit of 3 be placed on
Geese and a season kill limited to 25.
13 That breeding of feathered game for
domestic economic purpose be permitted,
with privilege of the markets, under license. _
The above resolutions were read three
times. Carried.
Moved by Mr. Jackson, seconded by Mr.
Tilden that a vote of thanks be tendered
Messrs. F. Stotts, Dr. Sloane, Mr. Gardiner
and Mr. R. Forster for placing a number of
semi-domestic deer on Point Pelee and that
the association request similar action by the
Game and Fisheries Department this year.
Carried. |
Moved by Mr. Jackson, seconded by Mr.
Tilden that a vote of thanks be tendered Mr.
Kerr for his instructive address on the
Sanctuary Plan. Carried. i
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Finally skin out the ears and feet and the
hide is ready to stretch.
The plea of iacing in a frame is good enough
for skins intended for the trade, but fine
skins suitable for mounting as rugs should,
if possible, be stretched in a different manner.
The stretcher I prefer is made by splitting
out two boards seven to ten feet long and
-three or four others, six or seven feet in length.
Lay the long boards out nearly the width of
the skin apart, nail a short board across the
end to catch the back part of the hide, an-
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fore legs, and the others from there to the
head.
If the skull is to be mounted, a head piece
should be made. This should approximate
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the head end of the stretcher. A couple of
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The skin is fastened to the stretcher with :
small nails, first bringing it roughly to the —
correct shape. When the skin is stretched
treat it to a liberal application of the salt,
alum, and borax solution, paying particular
attention to the ears, and stand it up to dry.
After drying for a couple of days go over it
with a steel scraper, a tool about three inches
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the solution. This operation should be re-
peated a number of times, as the more pliable
the skin becomes the more lifelike the fur
will appear.
The skin of the wolverine should be handled
in much the same manner as the bear, except
that the hind legs should be split to the tail
as in other fur bearers.
Letter from An Albertan
MacLeod, Feb. 8th, 1917.
Dear Sir:—
I have read with pleasure articles appear-
ing in Rod and Gun regarding distruction of
game. I cannot speak for the Eastern game
destroyer, having lived here in the West for
the last thirty-five years, but I do think I
know a little of the conditions existing out
here.
There is no doubt whatever that the eagle,
some hawks, and the crow are great enemies
of all other birds as well as a few persons
such as pot hunters and egg gatherers but
_ the worst of the bad ones in this country is
the Magpie. This bird is too well known
to need introduction. It will be enough
simply to say that he is known all over the
world and readily introduces himself to every
home of man, bird or beast and wherever
he calls his ravages are in evidence.
‘I believe that this bird of the “‘Corvidae”
family is the greatest enemy to small game in
Some years ago this country had
game in abundance and very few Magpies.
1. have
Now game is interestingly scarce.
noticed in the last ten years that as the
Magpie became more plentiful the game
became correspondingly scarcer.
From my experience in hunting I find that
a person cannot leave a bird where the Mag-
pie can get to it without its being so mutilated
that it becomes worthless. I have known
him to come into hencoops right here in the
town and destroy or take away eggs. If
they will do this what would happen to the
wild bird’s eggs? I have known of Magpies’
nests being discovered in which were found
all sorts of things, even money and rings;
and once a watch was taken from a nest by
some school boys playing in the bush. These
birds are rapidly on the increase and should
be attended to. —
There are lots of ways and means to rid
the country of these pirates but none appears
to me to be so easy as the use of poison.
Some years ago a gentleman here was man-
aging a butcher business and the slaughter
house was close to where he lived. Near by
there was a wooded place of considerable
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and shoot the birds. Well, they killed a lot
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fence post, building or any place where the
domestic birds would not get at it. It was
not a week before the Magpies were few and
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But alas the pest came back after a time
and now we have Magpies galore and few
chicken.
I have suggested this method to a number
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nothing done. Game laws are changed from
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a full set of Acts to know what he is entitled
to. The bags allowed have been lessoned
year after year and all restrictions are placed
on the hunter and yet the game is each year
less than the year before and the Magpie is
more numerous each year. The Govern-
ment provides poison for the farmers to poison
gophers and in so doing spends thousands of
dollars trying to get rid of that pest but the
Game Act is silent as to the use of methods
_ to be adapted to rid the country of thiscause
____ of the scarcity of small game.
: Yours truly,
Joseph Hicks.
os McLeod, Alta.
Coming to Canada
I have been trying for some time to find
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__~ Territories some place. above Fort Churchill.
I would like to spend four or five months
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thankful to you. -
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Wilkes-Barre, Pa.
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Hawks As Pigeon Thiefs.
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I have some pigeons that are doomed to be ~
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Entered Feb. 17, 1908 at the Post Office at Buffalo, N.Y., as second-class matter under Act ef
March 8, 1908.
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GENTLEMAN JONES
JEAN STEVINSON
saw “Gentleman Jones.” He
wore the highest collar I have
ever seen on a man outside the funny
papers, and brown leggings of the
toughest and glossiest leather. For
the rest, his clothes were of good
serviceable tweed, and his eyes were
those of a watchdog.
‘“What’s he looking for?’ I asked
Joe Marshall.
‘Looking for?’ he repeated while
he spat tobacco juice on the board
sidewalk, “‘nothing but some dub soft
enough to start up a collar factory
for him, Ill wager.. He came here
six months ago, and the only reason
he wasn’t rotten-egged out of town
was because he didn’t wear a silk
hat.”
Well I knew the aversion these
“brave” westerners had for dressy
men. Shortly before the advent of
“Gentleman Jones’ a young Metho-
dist minister had arrived from Efig-
land and had appeared on the street
in the regulation silk hat worn in the
old country. The hat did not last
long, for the boys became obsessed
with the idea that he was practising
the Wilhelm Tell stunt, and gathered
up eggs, cabbages, stones and pota-
toes with which to knock off the
imaginary apple. As most of the
missiles fell slightly short of the point
at which they should have been aim-
ed, the young man was obliged to
make an ignominious retreat, and
the hat was wisely relegated to the
ash barrel. ‘‘Gentleman Jones’ had
arrived soon after, and the state of
the town sentiment was unlucky,
Be never forget the first time I
that was all. The other man’s point
of view was not to be considered,of
course. “S
“Does Jones act like a mutt?” I
asked.
“No,” Joe answered, puzzled,
“that’s the queer part of it. He’s
clerking in Todd’s general store, is
quiet and respectful and does as
he’s told. Funny thing about the
man, though, is that he never rides
out of town without a shovel tied
to his saddle. Must have the gold
bug, or perhaps he’s looking for dia-
monds. He always goes alone, for
he’s pretty offish, and makes no
friends.”
“No wonder,” I said shortly. “If
I were in his boots I wouldn’t either,
with a bunch of boobs like you. You
don’t give a man a show. If he likes
his sort of collars and leggings it’s ow-
ing to the kind of life he’s known.
You are vain over your Mexican
saddle and your beaded cartridge
belt. What’s the dif? You make
me sick.”
I flung off, for Joe and the town
were getting on my nerves. They
held their own peculiar way of living
so close to their eyes that they could
not see any further than their own
fat noses. Because I carried a six-
shooter in my belt and could ride
anything with four legs I was allowed
to say what I liked; but if ‘““Gentle-
man Jones” had said what I did he
would have been man-handled out
of town inside of ten minutes, with
perhaps not a rag left on his back.
The whole town was off its dot.
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That night I went to Todd’s gen-
eral store to lay in a supply of smoked
bacon for my cook-house. I knew
Gentleman Jones would wait on me
at that hour, and I wanted to know
him. His eyes were not those of a ~
coward, but I thought it might ease
him some if he knew he could count
on me in case of any trouble.
‘Bacon?’ he asked. “Yes. Side
or back?”
*““Side,’’ I answered, “four or five
sides if they are not too large.”
I liked the straight look he gave me.
He cut into one to see if it were good,
and some green-looking spots drew
my attention.
“J don’t think that’s very good,”
I said, “looks like strachina.”’
“Tt’s all right,’ he answered, “‘those
spots are only the ends of hairs that
have grown through the skin. I
wouldn’t put it off on you if it were
bad.” He cut into another, and an-
other, and all were. good.
“T raised hogs,”’ he said after awhile
—‘‘hog ranch in the hills, southern
Be.’
This informatron was more than
any man of X had got out of him,
I knew, all the months he had been
in the store. He was my sort, and
I had a hunch that he knew it.
“Come out to Lazy Branch Sun-
day morning,” I invited, “and try
some of your bacon.”
He looked up quickly. “Got any
men working for you?” he asked.
“Six,” I replied. >
He thought awhile. “All right,” he
agreed, “‘I’ll be there at eight.”
““Good!’”? I answered, “my name’s
McPherson.”
Off I went, my bacon flopping on
either side of the saddle, and after
an hour’s ride I pulled up at the cook-
house door. .
“Jink,’? I told my Chinaman, “‘be
sure to have a good bacon breakfast
Sunday morning at quarter after
eight—company coming.”
Jink grinned. “All light,’ he said.
“You mally lil’ gal?’’
*Shucks, no!’’ I answered crossly,
“why are you always trying to get
me married?”’
*‘Bossyman lookee glad,’’ he vouch-
safed.
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“So,” I l, pert
I am glad. One doesn’t find a goc
friend every day.” _ ae
Jones arrived Sunday morning —
sharp on time. It had been raining
and he was splashed with mud, but
when he washed he did not remove
his collar, which was as abnormal
as ever. His leggings he cleaned
carefully—too carefully, I thought,
for a man with a face like his. Lean
it was, with firm mouth and square
chin, and eyes that could hold a pur-
pose for eternity. When the man
was in repose the eyes smouldered
like a smoking bon-fire, as though
they only waited a puff of wind to
start them leaping and blazing into
life. What was he brooding over?
As the men filed in to breakfast he
looked up quickly, eyeing each sharp-
ly. Then a baffling expression cross-
ed his face, half relief, half disappoint-
ment. That the man had a story
I was certain, and a story that was
worth the telling. I knew he carried
a six-shooter in his shirt, and I knew
from his quick, straight eye and
accurate movement that his aim was
a good one. I would have befriended
him had I known something actually
bad about him, for I felt that he had
appointed himself his own judge,
and that I was not to interfere.
‘Jones,’ I said after breakfast as
we were cantering through the hills,
“IT want you to remember that you
can count on me any time you need
a friend. Those numskulls at X
give me a pain in the stomach.” :
The nearest approach I had seen
to”a smile flickered on his lean face
for a moment, then passed, and he
was grave again.
““Well, McPherson,” he drew a
long breath, “I reckon you’ve made
up your mind to something; but be-
fore I accept your friendship you
must know what responsibility you
undertake when you offer it. When
you know, you have the option of
withdrawing the offer you just made.”
“I do not need your story, Jones,”
I told him, ‘‘I take you as you are.”
‘Perhaps it will do me good to tell
it, McPherson. No word of this has
passed my lips before. I told you
I owned a hog ranch back in the ©
south country. There was money —
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inghogs, and I had five hundred of
the finest animals you could get hold
of; but. two years back they began
to. disappear, one a night regularly,
and always the best and fattest of the
bunch being picked off. I thought
it would let up if I were patient for
awhile but it didn’t. Months went
on, and my ranch was steadily losing,
so I hired a Mexican to watch at
night. He was the only man I could
get hold of at the time, and I fitted
him out with a high-power Ross rifle
and plenty of cartridges, telling him
to wait until the thief got into the
corrall, then to fire. The next morn-
ing he came to me with goggle eyes.
A big grizzly, so big, he said, that it
looked like a haystack coming down
the hill, had walked up to the corrall,
torn out four big logs and got in
among the pigs. Then it broke the
back of a fat young sow and threw
it over the corrall. Later it went
off with it up into the woods.
“Why didn’t you shoot, you fool?”
I yelled.
“Shoot? Me shoot?’ he splutter-
ed, ‘“‘me shoot, not kill, bear squeeze
me, tear me in pieces.’’ His teeth
rattled at the picture, and it was
useless to urge him on.
“You get two men,” he said, “‘both
shoot.”
I hired another Mexican to watch
with him, arming them both to the
teeth, but it was the same story.
Each was afraid to fire the first shot,
and both told of the same huge
grizzly coming brazenly to the corrall
and ripping off the fresh logs to get
to the frightened pigs.
Two more men I hired, for I was
determined to have that grizzly; yet
the fear was contagious, and none
would fire the first shot. Their
scalps felt like ice as soon as they
saw the great monster heave into
sight. Fat young sows and juicy
hilts were thinned out alarmingly,
yet the months went on, the men
promising to be brave the next time,
always the next time. Finally I
realized that there was nothing for
it but for me to watch with the men
myself.
“You shoot first,’’ Black Piet said,
and we'll stand by you.”
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That night we all went down
the corrall, got into position —
waited. A brilliant moon was s
ing and at eleven o’clock I felt rath
than saw a movement on the
above the corrall. I looked, a
there, coming leisurely down to
pen, was the hugest grizzly I eve
dreamed of seeing in my life. He
must have been the old grandfather
of all the grizzlies that ever lived
in British Columbia. As usual, he
came straight for the pigs, rose pond-
erously on his hind legs and with ~ ©
one paw tore off several of the strong
logs that had been newly built into
the corrall. Ill never forget those
little piggy eyes of his. He saw us
all, but did not give a rip. He had
been monarch too long. But now, .
I thought, was my chance. Aiming
at the right spot on his breast, I fired.
With a great growl the beast dropped
on all fours and rushed for me, the
blood oozing from his chest. The
four men with yells ran for dear life—
ran anywhere, away from the grizzly
and me, and before I knew where I
was the huge brute had me smothered
against his shaggy coat. Ugh! I can
smell that bear yet. We fought like
devils, but I was a pigmy beside
the wounded beast. While he broke
three of my ribs with one arm— ‘
for arms they were, and hands with
cruel nails—he tore me down the
back with the other. I can hear the
ripping clothes and the tearing flesh.
Some feeling must have been born in
Piet, for when he saw the bear was 3
killing me he ran back and shot him, |
then he went off for dear life. The
grizzly’s hold on me loosened and
we slumped down together on the
ground. For two nights and two
days I lay there scarcely breathing,
then a prospector found me. Look!
He tore off his collar and bared his
legs. In the back of his neck were
holes an inch deep where the terrible
claws had torn out the flesh and his
legs—I wish I had never seen them—
the calves had been ripped clean off
and the cords had healed in seared
ridges along the bones. It was a
horrible sight. “Jones! I begged
with a dry sob, ““Why don’t you let’
the people know at X? They might
not be so heartless.’”” “It would foil
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my purpose,”’ he returned, the grim
look tightening the line of his mouth.
Piet I shall spare, but the other three
blasted cowards J drop on sight.”
This, then, was the meaning of it
all. What was the shovel for? To
dig a grave for a dead Mexican?
I imagined so.
It came out as it had to come.
Jones came to me late one night with
blood on his hands. He had finished
with the shovel and had thrown it
away. He must hide for a few days,
and I hid him as'I-was bound to do.
Yet I could not shake responsi-
bility. There was blood on his soul.
Was there blood on mine, too? Was
my religion of non-interference justi-
fied? I felt I could not have stopped
him, and yet the knowledge that he,
_ the man I had promised to befriend,
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GUN INCANADA
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must wander forth a fugitive, anak
fearing the face of man, tortured me.
If he could have forgiven, his would
have been a useful and even a happy
life. He was a man of good parts,
but he had chosen the darker road.
I sent him off with a pack horse and
supplies, and for three years he wan-
dered alone, hiding in the jagged
places of the Rocky Mountains. At
times his phantom face would appear
before me while he asked, ““Am I my
brother’s keeper?’ And the echo
from my lips would come: ‘“‘Am I
my brother’s keeper?’ I could not
get rid of the haunting question, and
sO, One morning when I read that
Jones had given himself up voluntar-
ily to the police, I felt only relief. -
He was a man of good parts, and
would make what atonement he could.
THE DWELLERS OF DARKNESS
Wa. McMut_eEn
EEP down in the depths of Cold
Mother Earth there live many
odd and wondrous creatures.
Let me tell you the story of perhaps
one of the strangest and most in-
eh ah:
teresting of all these tiny animals.
Far away over the broken and
irregular ridges of the distant low-
lying hills shone the blood-red radi-
ance of anew day. The dull grey of
the vanishing darkness lifting with
almost perceptible speed disclosed a
small shallow stream, gurgling and
rippling over its muddy bed; it wan-
dered across the low flat country like
a silver gleam of flashing brightness.
As yet no sound broke the eerie still-
ness of the youthful day.
Suddenly a tiny pink snout peeped
cautiously out from the mouth of a
small hole close to the water’s edge.
In the flash of an eyelash it dis-
appeared to pop out an instant later
from another hole, satisfied apparent-
ly that no danger threatened. A tiny
drab-colored body appeared outside
the opening upon the little mound.
It nosed its way carefully along a
faintly-worn path and slipped silently
into one of the countless holes that
dotted the river bank.
Follow “Yellow Tail,’ for by such a
name was he known among the mole
folk. While most of his fellows wore
dark grey-colored tails, this little chap
boasted of a bright yellow appendage
that he carried with great pride—
down the sloping runway he scuttled
finding his way in the inky darkness,
with unerring decision. A few feet
below the surface he entered abruptly
into a dome shaped chamber of un-
certain size. i A
Yellow Tail’s appearance was the
signal for a sudden mad scampering
of excited moles up the branching
passage ways. i
afterwards, is the mole’s slogan. En-
emies were many and some even
searched their very homes, for a juicy
dinner.
Across the width of the chamber
close to the top was a softly cushioned
shelf. Upon this Yellow Tail crawled
and after sundry little squeaks and
growls a great silence settled down in
the darkness of the home. Quietly,
cautious little pink noses peeped out
from their places of safety and gain-
ing courage slipped across the soft,
damp floor and crowded down beside
their brother on the downy shelf.
Run first and enquire.
None have yet succeeded in find-
ing out just how these marvelous little
- ereatures distinguish light from dark-
ness.
Time passed, it may have been few
and may have been many days. In
good time Yellow Tail awoke, tum-
bled from his bed and made his way
to the upper world, pausing at a
likely looking place in the passage
way. In went his sharp little nose,
both powerful front feet followed in
quick succession close to the head
and in about ten seconds the reward
was a fat, juicy grub that slipped
with a satisfying gulp down the
eager throat of the hungry mole.
Many other little fellows all on
the same errand, passed Yellow Tail,
right along the surface he worked,
now digging deep in quest of the wily
grub, now rooting closer to the sur-
face after the scurrying cricket. His
search brought him into the hard
mud of an old washed-out runway
which suddenly let him out into the
blinding sunlight of the upper reg-
ions. With a frightened little screech
of dismay he plunged headlong into
the small stream, down, down he
went,swimming with astonishing ease.
A great fat water-beetle too slow in
making for safety disappeared clumsi-
ly down the ever-ready mouth. A
plump well favored skater bug barely
missed the same fate. Turning at
a tangent he crossed the current and
disappeared in the well concealed
underwater entrance of a friendly
subterranean home.
It was a strange place to Yellow
Tail and he never remembered hav-
ing seen it before but then a little
mole was forever finding something
new and different in his many pere-
grinations.
To his great surprise he found a
tremendous gathering of his brethern,
‘the Dwellers of Darkness.
Here in a large open space of im-
posing size, many feet under the sur-
face, ceilings richly fringed with the
colorless root-fibres of the damp
river-grass, surged and eddied, push-
ed and shoved a vast number of his
little grey brothers. Away towards
the end of the room on a slight eleva-
i - tion stood a little group of the ruling
_ fathers, their scarred and worn-look-
an
ing coats,standing out in marked con-_
trast against the bright glossy fur
of the younger people. Excitement
crackled and zipped through the air, —
the very walls breathed it. Yellow —
Tail caught by the contagion of it ~
jostled and nosed his way through ~
the tightly packed mass of tiny slip-
pery bodies—to the front of the small _
mound. The little group above him
were in earnest consultation, slowly
one with dignity and deliberation ~
detached himself from the little group
and advanced a few steps. His som-
ber grey coat looked thin and worn,
the long leathery tail lacked the color
and luster of youth and trailed be-
hind him like a dead thing.
*“*Children!’’ Silence swept the
great gathering, the gentle swish and
rub of one smooth soft body against
the other slowly subsided and died
away, the tap, tap of countless tiny
webbed feet ceased in audiable waves
of sound. Gradually a silence as of
the dead crept over this wonderful
gathering of the folk. Yellow Tail,
like the others, listened with bated
breath: ‘Children!’ The faint quer-
ulous voice again sighed through
space to the invisible ears of the listen-
ing moles, ““We have been brought
together by the sign of the great Bleat,
you al! know him. Of late we have
missed many of our people; they
answer not to our calls. Empty
homes, silent and broken alone re-
main of many of our once happy peo-
ple. Our people live in terror and a
often perish by the paw of this fierce
foe. We, your Fathers, have con- *
sidered long and carefully.
We could search for new homes,
but many of us would perish in the
way. We could wait hoping our
enemy would move to some other r
place—our hopes are vain. News has .
come that across the water our bro- §
ther ‘“‘Grey Nose” and his family have
fallen prey to this terrible monster.”
Yellow Tail gasped, his queer tail
thumped and swished against the legs
of his neighbors. Well might be
start, for ‘“Grey Nose” was actually
his own father and now of all the
happy little family he alone remained.
The old chief’s trembling voice stum-
bled on, ‘We have at last thought of —
a plan: Your fathers will call for
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one brave-hearted brother to search
out our enemy and entice him to this
place, and while he is inside our chil-
dren shall quickly fill in and pack
tight all the outlets, while our brave
brother digs out and escapes. I call
for a brave son; his heart must be
bold, his paws strong, for never be-
fore has one of our people dared do
what we expect of him.” The weary
old voice cracked and died away,
instantly the rub of body on body
commenced, the swish of naked tails
and patter of webbed feet droned in
the pitch darkness.
side the old chief.
The muttering grew to a dull roar,
the roar to countless different tones
as hundreds of damp pink snouts
reached up into the air, sniffing and
snarling in a vain effort to catch a
glimpse with their almost sightless
eyes, of the hero. Proudly Yellow
Tail was drawn into the centre of
the elders and carefully coached, and
the coming night was chosen for the
great deed.
That day Yellow Tail slept in the
home of the frail old Father. At
dusk final preparations were made
and the brave little mole, his game
heart pounding against his ribs, slip-
ped up the steep narrow passage and
emerged into the grey light of a dying
day. Directly he was a few feet
away from the entrance, however,
his heart almost failed him, and he
would have given anything to be
back safe in the shelter of the home.
Summoning his courage, he slowly
advanced to hisduty. Crawling under
dead-falls of rank marsh-willows he
reached a small clearing close to the
muddy water of the stream. Here
in the friendly shelter of a great
fallen oak leaf he lay waiting for, he
knew not what.
Grubs, beetles, crickets, all passed
on their way unmolested, every little
movement of the innumerable small
life about, caused the scared mole
to crouch lower and lower on his
belly. Barely could he keep from
bolting for home and safety. He
had not long to wait, however. A
slim yellowish white body, dimly dis-
cernible in the waning light, slipped
With a quick,
little scramble Yellow Tail stood be~’
through the tan led mass of swar
grass and peere
eager anticipation.
a successful hunting ground for many
nights but strange to say no possible
victims seemed about. Usually he
could pounce upon one or two just
at this spot. Suddenly the unblink-
ing eyes caught the quick movement
of a leaf on the ground. And witha
sudden terrible bound the white mon-
Mp
here and there in —
This had been
ster leaped towards the shrinking ——
form of the terror-stricken mole.
Yellow Tail barely escaped by tum-
bling awkwardly behind a rotten
stump. Up he scrambled and darted
for safety. To his terror he found
he had wandered too far away from
the hole.
he sought for a place to dig, in vain,
in his excitement he stumbled and
bumped into branches and _ twigs.
The weasel puzzled by these tactics
for a moment circled around and
around ,darting from point to point.
On, the slow moving little fellow
crawled with disheartening slowness,
his short legs paralyzed with fear, his
breath coming in short choked gasps.
Still a few yards, another few feet,
inches, and with a little squeak of
fright, he disappeared down the in-
viting mouth of the great hole just
as the sinister white shape of his en-
emy came bounding in pursuit.
Directly the carefully concealed
people heard the commotion in the
passageway they set to with might
and
outlets.
There was great rejoicing amongst
the moles at the apparently success-
ful issue of their well-planned scheme.
Meanwhile what of Yellow Tail?
Having reached the hollow he clam-
bered upon the slope and awaited
with beating heart the appearance of
his foe. In the pitch darkness he was
comparatively safe. Minutes passed.
He could hear the scuffling and
patting of the working moles madly
doing their part, still noenemy. Ab-
solute silence told of work accom-
plished. Cautiously Yellow Tail peer
ed into the dimness of the chamber. |
No sound broke the dead silence. —
No doubt the Bleat was hiding in the —
passage waiting for the mole to: showag
himself.
With panic-stricken heart —
main and quickly blocked the —
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— Beaufort for 25 cents apiece.
earth, both powerful front paws fol-
lowed with wonderful swiftness and
in a very short time he was among
the waiting people.
_ Great was the rejoicing of the little
Dwellers of the Darkness because
their great Arch enemy lay buried
under many feet of hard packed
earth. Yellow Tail was acclaimed
A TERRAPIN FARM
The proof of the high quality of the fish,
shellfish, etc., in North Carolina, is the es-
tablishment at Beaufort of a marine bio-
logical laboratory by the United States, and
one of the things it took up was the cultiva-
tion of the diamond-back terrapin, from the
egg to the full market size. Three years
ago the Bureau of Fisheries, United States
Department of Commerce, published its
first circular on this subject, and that very
year Dr. C. L. Duncan started his terra-
pin industry on a great scale, beginning
with 3,000 adult breeders, which he bought
~ from people along the shore line ef Pamlico
sound and estuaries north of Beaufort. Many
people searched for them, and it has taken
two years to get the desired amount.
This year 2,000 more breeders were add-
ed, so that now there are 5,000 of them.
Of their progeny there are now 16,000 in
the pens, their ages ranging from 1 year
- to 3, and next year the first sales are to be
- made.
than others, and a few are runts, as is the
Some of these terrapin grow faster
case with animals. The hatch this season
is estimated at 23,000, and one of the sights
is the view of 50 acres of pens, which are
in a concrete enclosure.
Beaufort is said to be the only place in
the United States which is utilizing the
experiments made at the laboratory here
by the Bureau of Fisheries, and Mr. Charles
L. Hatsell, who has for 20 years been the
culturist at the biological laboratory, by
special permission gives much attention to
the experiments at this big private enter-
prise.
When the writer was a boy the now so
greatly prized, rare and extremely costly
- diamond-back terrapin could be bought in
Now. one of
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quick Btor Yellow Tail’s by the Syandveds
- chisel-like nose dug into the soft black
was elected to the ranks 0.
est in the land. Probe \: : =
Meanwhile the pursuing weasel
having reached the entrance of th
mole home had turned at the las
minute and sulkily made off in thi
brush, in a very disgruntled frame of —
mind in search of new and. more pro- be:
lific hunting grounds.
these terrapins, six inches across the back,
is worth $5, and one with an inch more spread
brings a dollar more, so that diamond-backs
are getting in a class with diamonds. For
the breeders as high as $3.25 each was paid
by the company, and when the marketing
begins the best qualities will bring $60 a
dozen, the prices ranging as low as $24,
according to size.
It is found that the longevity of terrapin
is great, perhaps 50 years, for there are
some in the laboratory pens which are 20 —
years old. The death rate among them after
the first year is practically nothing, as only
three out of 4,500 in the pens and the Winter-
ing sheds died in nine months, and one of
these was accidentally shot.
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The diamond-back is the most expensive
article of food in the cguntry, and epicures
will be enthusiastic when they know what
is being done at Beaufort. says the writer of
the article in the Manufacturers’ Record,
the studiés through the years showing that
man can, by providing heated sheds during
the cold weather, bring about the full de-
velopment of the terrapin in haJf the natural
or usual time.
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In a state of nature the mother deposits 3
her eggs in the sand, covers them, and lets
the sun hatch them in 65 days, the youngsters
crawling out of the sand and going into the
water for six months, taking no food or water
during that period. Here they are kept at
about Summer temperature in their specially
built houses, with glass roofs and water-
tight bins, each bin accommodating about
100, the houses being heated night and day
and sea food and fresh water supplied, these
things bringing about remarkable and con-
stant growth.
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KING OF THE BIG SWAMP
(PART IF) :
HE month of March had arrived
in the North country and with
it a hint of spring. The first
of the month saw mild breezes from
the South. The old guides and lum-
bermen, and many of the guides of
summer vacation time had passed the
winter in the lumber camps. All
shook their heads and prophesied an
early spring with heavy freshets
everywhere and this meant ‘hustle’
for the camps, to prepare big lumber
drives as soon as the streams were
fairly clear of the ice.
Back away from the streams the
snow disappeared as if by magic and
at the swamp where the King and his
followers had their arrangement of
«runways or yards, all winter the snow
had given place to miniature lakes
and bog holes that the deer avoided
by taking to the higher ground. Here
food was easier to reach and the fir
thicket afforded shelter from the
night winds; and the deer began to
scatter until they were distributed
in groups of from two to three; and
here and there a single individual,
over an expanse of territory probably
ten miles long by some six or seven in
width between two quite sizeable
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rivers,—and then another event hap-
pened that upset all the weather
prophet’s prognostications. The wind
veered ’round to the north and it
snowed and snowed and snowed some
more until there were three feet on
the level,—then a frost came giving
the snow just crust enough for a deer
to walk on nicely, but should he
attempt to start to run he would
go through to his belly. This crust
on the snow was fine in a way; the
deer could reach the tender shoots
and branches some three feet higher
than usual and they greedily took
advantage of this to fill themselves
to the limit as the long winter in the
yards had made all things eatable
mighty scarce before the spring thaws
had set them free.
At night, our friend, the King,
took more than his usual precautions.
Had you or I been able to trace his
footsteps we would have found that
there was an amazing tangle of cross- —
ings and recrossings of tracks before
finding where he finally slept. And
there was a reason.
one could not call him cowardly he
His antlers with —
their eight points of defensive strength
were gone and truth to tell although ~
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was timid,—he sure was,—and this
' leader of the herd found the most
secluded corners possible for his rest-
ing place at night. Yes, he had re-
doubled his caution as his confidence
was gone, and this day’s fading light
saw the big fellow carefully recon-
noitering as he wandered back and
forth gradually approaching his rest-
ing place by a series of well calculated
lines of travel that any night mar-
auder in following would be sure to
pass the windward of his ‘bed’ giving
his delicate sense of smell a chance
to warn him of danger in time to get
at least a good start of his pursuers;
and then after he was comfortably
settled for the night the faint breeze
brought the scent of his own kind to
him. He looked carefully and watch-
ed two does pass and swinging to
leeward ef him they lay down to rest
some few yards to one side; but they
had come almost directly in, and after
shifting nervously about for a few
moments the big buck got to his feet
and circled to windward a few times
and then came down to leeward of the
does and made himself a second ‘nest.’
The reason for this was obvious,—
the others had carelessly given away
his hiding place to his enemies should
any chance to be about, so he had
carefully taken another precaution.
The does did not move; doubtless
they watched him with a languid
interest as he circled outside the
shelter of the fir scrub but if they did
they gave no outward evidence of it
and the trio in the thicket passed six
or seven hours in silent rest. The
brilliant stars of the Northern night
peering down on them from above
could scarcely distinguish them from
the surrounding gloom. The stars
began to fade and pale and then it
was that one of the does awoke with
a snort of fright to a sense of danger.
With a bound she was on her feet
and went lunging away in the oppos-
ite direction to that she had taken on
entering the thicket.
There was a scarce ten feet between
the first and the second deer that left
that thicket, but it was a full minute
before the big buck emerged from the
same thicket, and he was not running
blind as the does had done that pre-
ceded him. Following in the other
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deer’s tracks, he proceeded for sor
one or two hundred yards and then ~
with a mighty bound he landed some
fifteen feet away in a bunch of ever-
greens, all four feet struck like cushion- —_
ed stilts and he fairly flew another
ten or twelve feet, and,—stood stock oe ba
still! Silently as the breaking of the
winter’s morn, three gaunt gray sha-
dows went drifting past, then two
others, then four well bunched to-
gether, the ‘lather’ dripping from
their jaws, as with tongues lolling
they loped along in the wake of their
swifter comrades,—long and gaunt
they were as they too had evidently
spent a hard winter and had drifted
down from the North in search of
the meat they must have to satisfy
the gnawing pains in their vitals.
Small wonder the big buck trem-
bled and his eyes dilated with terror
as he noted the silent earnestness of
these ferocious hunters of the North
country. With his antlers in good
shape and a bit of solid earth beneath
his feet he would have given battle
to one, possibly two of them, but now
he was as useless in an encounter of
this kind as one of the does that at
times he had gladly defended.
Now he stole away toward the
swamp country keeping as much as
possible to windward of the chase; ©
following the shadow of the heavy
timber he came to the clearing where
he had seen the spike buck killed the
previous fall,—the big fellow stood
and listened and watched carefully
for some five minutes, then proceeded
directly across. The stars had dis-
appeared, but the moon still hung
low down in the West giving a yellow
light to the snowy landscape that
was good to see; but our friend had
no eye for such things just now,—a
vague uneasiness caused him to glance
backward and his heart nearly stop-
ped beating as he saw the rapidly
approaching forms of three great
wolves. Caution was useless now
and away went the buck with the
speed of a meteor, and behind him
came the silent hunters. Right here
the deer had wonderful good for-
fune,—the snow crust held! By some
freak of the weather this portion of
the spring snow had a really solid
crust and the deer as if realizing this
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as his great opportunity extended
every sinew to make top. speed.
Away to the right an eager whine
caught his ear and glancing in that
direction he saw two other wolves
running parallel with his course; they
are trying to head him off and now
he realized that if he were to escape
there was but one chance and that
was the river and he was. running
directly for a bit of gully that led
down to the water,—then not fifty
yards away another gray hunter
emerged from the shadows. No
chance for the gully now but straight
for the river he went, and then,—
the crust gave way! Down he went
but got up and floundered on. The
foremost wolf, a great fellow, gave
an exultant yelp and from the gully
and away to the right came answer-
ing yelps; the wolves had made no
sound up to this time but they were
so sure of their prey now that they
could not restrain themselves; but
at the last minute Dame Fortune or
whoever, or whatever it is that is
the mascot of all the deer family,
came to his rescue and from snow
that came to his belly it decreased
in depth at every bound until it was
scarce a foot deep and although the
crust broke at every leap he could
still make speed without danger of
ROD AND GUN IN CANADA
foundering; and well for him that
it was so,—the wolf in the lead was
running within ten feet of him now
and although he was so close, he
could not get set to spring.—Once he
tried and fell awkwardly, and before
he could regain his equilibrium the
big deer shot out into the air off the
edge of the bluff and fellinto the water
twenty feet below.
The wolves lined up on the bank,
walked restlessly back and forth and
gave vent to their feelings in snarling
at their dinner that, after many at-
tempts dragged himself out on the
ice, and leaping from one solid piece
to another finally disappeared on the
timber on the opposite shore. The
crunching and creaking of loose ice
in the stream forbade their taking
part further in this chase. Suddenly
the leader went rigid,—all attention,
—and as the others listened, faint and
far away came the howl of a wolf
summoning the pack to the feast;
and they left the river and went
swiftly in the direction of the sum-
mons.
Across the stream and from where
he could watch his back track, the
buck licked from his spring coat the
icy water of the river and waited
for daylight,—and we will see him
again this season I feel sure.
RICE LAKE—KAWARTHA LAKES
H. C. HAappon
HE trout had ceased rising, and for the
last hour it had been useless whipping
the water with a fly that they did not
want. So we were sitting silently in the
boat, enjoying the golden wonder of the
summer twilight, and listening to the eager
song of the creek as it emptied into the lake.
Everything seemed restful after the fierce
heat of the day. From overhead came the
incessant cheep, cheep of mosquito hawks
as they hunted on tireless wings; king birds
twittered among the cottonwoods, and perch-
ed on the top of a tamarack a robin sang
his vesper song. Occasionally. a big fish
- jumped, leaping right out of the water as
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“Oh look!’ she said, “‘look!”’
some venturesome moth fluttered too near.
the surface. Then suddenly my Beautiful
Companion gave a little squeak of surprise:
At the sound
of her voice the otter dived instantly, but
so silently and noiselessly that he made no
splash or ripple to give any hint as to his
direction.
““Otter,”’ I said, ‘‘not often we see*them as
close to the settlement as this.”
My Beautiful Companion is still all eager
questions. Well, it is no use fishing any
longer, for the trout are not in a rising mood
to-night, and we have caught enough any-
way. So lie back among your cushions,
little lady, and trail your slim white fingers
in the water, and as I row you home I will
tell you part of the story of the fisherman
whose sport we have just disturbed.
From the time, about a year and a half
before, when an Indian trapper had cleaned
up the rest of the family, and traded their
silky skins for flour and tea, the big dog otter
had lived a more or less nomadic existence.
He had spent the spring and summer in
wandering round the waters at the head of
Martin Creek, living in solitude, and fishing
and growing fat among a multitude of well
stocked waters. When fall began to give
its hint of coming winter he moved his stamp-
ing grounds, travelling over to Baker Creek,
and living awhile among the beaver there.
Here dead and gone beavers in the forgotten
generations had made a dam to deepen the
water in the creek; and year after year their
sons and daughters had carried on the work,
and after countless years had formed a little
mountain lake.
There are many of these little valley girted
lakes among the mountains, scattered all
the way from the Atlantic to the Pacific,
and they are all the same in their suggestion
of aloofness and perfect peace, and yet all
different in their widely varying beauties.
At first the dog otter was entirely welcome;
he spent his time in fishing and pursued his
business unmolested by the original inhabi-
tants of the lake.
Then, one morning as he was swimming ~
silently along in the shallow water close to
the shore, the otter was savagely attacked
by a female beaver. She came straight for
him, her eyes blazing red in the hell-hot fury
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of her hate, her mouth open, and showing
the long yellow teeth that she was eager to
plunge into his body.
Just what had ruffled her serenity and
caused the trouble I cannot tell you. She
may have had some ancient grievance against
some other member of the otter’s tribe—but
I doubt if she would have remembered it.
More probably, being a female, she did not
have any reason at all except that she was
feeling cranky, and was looking for trouble.
After all, we can find similar cases in our
own womenkind!
Both combatants instantly dived, among
a smother of spray, already tinged with red,
both locked in a grip, which if not deadly
was at least ferocious.
For a few minutes they slashed and bit
at each other without doing any serious
damage, and then the otter broke away and
dived, as if he had had enough of it. The
beaver swam round and round-triumphantly
in a small circle, apparently puffed up with
her victory. Somuch for otters that dared
to invade the sanctuary of her pond!
And then suddenly the dog otter rose up
underneath her, almost lifting her out of the
water with the force of his impact. She
was caught hopelessly off her guard, and
the otter’s sharp teeth met in the deadly
grip on her throat.
The water was stained red in earnest now,
and in vain the beaver fought and tore and
thrashed and dived in a fruitless endeavour
to save her life. The dog otter occasionally
managed to get his nose clear of the smother
of spray and water, and this was enough to
enable him to freshen the air in his lungs,
For the rest, with closed eyes and tightly
clamped jaws, he hung on grimly to the
beaver’s throat, feeling her struggles grow
weaker and weaker, and finally subside
altogether. When he was sure that she was
dead the otter relaxed his grip, and bit and
shook and tore the floating body of his an-
tagonist, his very whiskers seeming to bristle
with his rage and anger.
Had another beaver appeared then, I have
no doubt that the otter would have tackled
it, and would most probably have killed it;
but he was not molested again and pres-
ently, having licked sundry bites and scratch-
es that he had received, and having got his
coat all sleek and neat again, his temper
began to cool down.
Once upon a time, in the dim long ago,
otters were entirely flesh eating animals,
and in those days they had a disposition and
a reputation about sixteen and a half times
worse than a weasel’s, which is bad a ea
as you know. But the otter saw the error
of his ways, and forsook the land, and with — &
it the lust of the blood trail, and took to the
water, changing his diet from flesh to fish.
And so he grew webs between his toes, and
became entirely aquatic, and, by reason of his
fish diet, perfectly harmless and peace loving.
You can see just the same transformation
in other cases. If you do not believe me,
contrast the peaceable fish hawk (who is
entirely an angler) with some of his blood-
thirsty cousins; or again, if you are still un-
convinced, take the case of our own plains
Indians.
They were large meat eaters, with the
uncounted buffalo to draw upon—and all
through their history you will be struck by
their cruelty, and impressed by the number
of their wars. Then compare them with
the Northern woods Indians, who are largely
fish eaters, and who are some of the most —
inoffensive of peoples—and you will see
evidence of the refining influence of a fish
diet. The pity is that aore of the wild
animals do not turn fishermen. All of this,
however, is by the way.
Despite his size, the big dog otter was first
and foremost a peace loving animal, and not
wishing to have another clash with some of
the other beavers, he soon started off on his
travels again.
Just everywhere that he visited I cannot
tell you, because otters are great wanderers.
Sometimes they will travel miles to visit
some small lake or stream, and after an
almost casual glance they will leave it, and
wander off somewhere else; or again, if un-
distributed they may remain for months.
But the dog otter was looking for something
these days, though even he himself did not ~
seem to know the cause of his restlessness.
However, he came to Spider Creek, and
descended it until he came to the big falls.
Below these the water widened out into a
series of long pools, already beginning to be
frost bound with the coming of winter. Here
he fished awhile, becoming a very nightmare
of terror to the small brook trout and char
that abounded~in the pools, following them
as relentlessly as their own shadow, and
finding their juicy flesh vastly to his liking.
There are three things that all otters de-
sire, and these are running water, good fish- Be
ing, and solitude; and here below the falls —
the dog otter found them all.
clear, and every pool had its quota of
big and small, swift as a ray of light, ¢
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was in abundance, ice cold and deep and —
to the last gasp, fish that twisted and turned
and leapt and dodged in a vain effort to
escape this new enemy that had come to take
toll of their number.
Only an occasional fisherman came so far
up the creek, and he, poor prejudiced fool
was entirely concerned with pools and riffles
and trout, and the flies that they wanted,
and had no eyes at all for anything else.
And in any case, I doubt if he would have
known what animal had left the occasional
fish head and bones that he might have found
among the boulders near the big pool; indeed
if you had pointed them out to him he most
probably would have suggestéd mink, and
would have been very surprised to hear that
there were any otters on the creek at all.
_ And so the*dog otter lived his own life,
with a long stretch of water over, which he
exercised undisputed sovereignty, (and where
there was no one to pry into his private
affairs. That is the only thing that otters
really demand; and so peaceful and self
effacing are they that they often live con-
tentedly on some stretch of water where their
very presence is unknown and unguessed at.
There was one thing more that the dog
otter desired, though, and one morning just
before the snow came he started off up the
creek in search of it, swimming wherever
he was able to, and where that mode of travel
was impracticable, taking to the land, and
covering the ground with long plunging leaps,
half sliding and half throwing himself forward,
He was away just three days. Where he
found her, or how he knew of her presence
wherever she was, only the dog otter and the
gods of the Wild could tell you, but certain
it is that on the fourth day he returned with
‘a slim female otter.
' Here in the pools below the falls the two
spent the winter. Some of the pools froze
over, some few remained open, but in all of
them the otters found good fishing, and kept
sleek and fat, even in March, when other
animals grew lean and short tempered from
miles of hopeless, barren hunting.
With the coming of spring the female otter
grew restless, covering much territory as if
in search of something. Then one day, lower
down the creek she came on the object of her
desires.
The den had been used by otters before,
though not recently, and so she was saved
_ the labour of building a house for her young;
but repairs were needed, and these she pro-
ceeded to make, as well as carrying in soft
_ grass to build her nest with. These days
_ the big dog was not much in evidence. His
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help was not wanted, and I doubt if he would
have known what to do in any case. So he
spent his time in fishing, or lying sleepily
on some half submerged log, and warming
himself in the pleasant rays of the spring
sunshine. But he was always fairly close
at hand should his mate need his assistance,
and he would seek her out at odd intervals
for no reason at all, except that he seemed
to enjoy her companionship. The den had
been well chosen, and you could have passed
it by a hundred times without having even
guessed of its existence, for the entrance was
well under the water, and the den itself was
high and dry under the roots of a big cedar
that grew close to the creek side. Then one
day when the dog otter came on one of his
periodical visits, he was unable to find his
mate anywhere. She was not in any of the
pools fishing, nor were there any recent signs
to show where she had been. The male
suddenly felt very lonely, and swam round
the pool she usually haunted several times.
As a last resort he dived, and came up at
the mouth of the den. Instantly his keen
nose told him that his mate was inside—
but there was something else. For a minute
or so he stood there, his nose wrinkled, trying
to understand what it all meant, and what
was making the puling, whimpering sound
that was the cause of his doubt. But his
mate was there, and so apparently everything
was all right. This was not the first time
in his experience that this thing had happen-
ed, but the dog otter never seemed fully to
understand it.
Undecided, he went back to his fishing
again, and presently, with a fish between his
jaws he returned to the den. The female
seemed to expect his coming, and met him
in the tunnel leading to the nest. She took
the fish from him, and ate it, with her back
humped up in the peculiarly characteristic
manner that all otters adopt when feeding.
Then she and her mate smelt noses, and I
have no doubt that in her own way she was
trying to tell the dog otter that he now had
domestic affairs to take up his time. And
as the weeks passed these affairs became
more pressing. Back in the nest at the far
end of the den were two little otter cubs.
At tirst these did nothing but whimper for
their mother, and needed nothing but what.
she could give them.
But they grew quickly (as all wild babies
do) and as they increased in size the liquid
food that they were receiving ceased to satisty
them, and the parent otters were kept busy
supplying them with fish; for it was too early
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yet for the big fish to ascend the creek for
spawning, and the fish that were in the pools
were of no great size. However, with two
such capable fishermen to supply their wants
the young otters grew rapidly, though as
yet they had not left the den, the small con-
fines of which formed the whole of their
known world.
Then one sunny morning the mother otter
started to dig at the roots of the cedar, and
presently she had completed a new entrance
to the den, so that when the cubs left it for
the first time they would do so by dry land,
and not by water. For, as I have told you,
otters were not always aquatic animals, and
their young do not take to the water natur-
ally, but have to be taught.
And in the lazy days that followed the
mother otter would take her babies (now
grown to sturdy striplings) down to the
shallow water at the edge of the pool, where
the bottom was soft and sandy, and where
there was no current to bother them.
After a few minutes of rolling, tumbling
play the mother would enter the water, with
the little ones clinging to her back, and would
slowly swim round and round, as if to give
them confidence—and then suddenly she
would dive from under them, and leave the
cubs struggling in the water. At first they
would splash and scramble their way to shore
as quickly as they could, as if in deadly fear
of this new element, but after a few lessons
they thoroughly enjoyed it, and began to
swim fearlessly—with the mother otter always
in close attendance ready to give them her
back to scramble onto should they grow
tired or become caught in the current.
As they grew, so they learnt, and the lessons
that a wild animal has to learn are many and
varied, and these little otters were no excep-
tion to the rule.
It is not enough to be able to swim; you
must swim so well and so quickly that you
can twist and turn quicker than the little
trout you are following, else you will go
hungry many times. Again, when you dive
you must not enter the water with a splash
that will frighten every fish in the pool, but
hardly make a ripple to show where you
weut in.
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both have to be pimstered— thea 01 mie r
face swimming, the usual mode of travell
when all four paws are used; and the su 7
merged swimming, when you go down into
the depths of the big pools and twist and —
glide and turn in the excitement of the chase, :
leaving a little string of silver bubbles behind —
you to mark the course of your pursuit. —
On work of this sort only the front paws are
used; the hind feet hang out behind with the
heavy tail, and help to act as the rudder that —
is the cause of those marvellously quick and
sinuous turns that every otter has to be able ~
to command. «
But life was not all work, for the early
summer sunshine that flooded the world was
too gloriously golden, and even the parent
otters seemed to feel its infectious gaiety.
When rough and tumble gambols, and >
mock fights, terribly ferocious, and utterly —
harmless, and even that age old game of tag,
in the water and out of it, ceased to charm
them, then the mother otter would take her —
cubs further up the creek, where the water %
had eaten into a sandy bank. Here it was
deliciously slippery, and the journey to the
top was well repaid by the exhilarating slide
down, and into the water—and then twist —
and turn and chase each other back to shore ©
again in sheer exhuberance of strength, and ~
very joy of living!
There are fifteen miles of water between
the big falls and the lake—and somewhere ~
on that stretch is the family of otters. You |
may be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of
them on one of your fishing trips up the creek,
but you must go very silently if you would —
see them either at work or play, though the ¢
reward will compensate you many times for ‘
your hours of watching and waiting. Im any .
case the signs are there that he who runs
may read, and if you have eyes to see you
may find many silent records of the good
fishing of a very gentle angler—a brother
fisherman who loves the silent reaches of
running water, with its solitudes and beauty,
just as much as you do, and who makes
withal a very much better job of his fishi
than either you or I!
I FORE “entering upon a de-
scription of this gun trap which,
though not uncommon in this
country and probably quite familiar
to many who study the contents of
this publication, may yet prove of
- interest to those less versed in the
hundred and one odd devices for
& naring the wary runners of the
~¥ voods, let me say a word or two about
_ the good faith and childlike honesty
of the unsophisticated Canadian In-
lian. A strange mixing of subjects
~ you will say. Granted. My sole
excuse for thus connecting the two is
that the thought of one at once re-
called to mind the other and each, to
me, seemed equally interesting.
a > Herein I write not of the Indian race
— but merely of a couple of individual
cases. The Indian has a wide repu-
tation as a thief— ‘thieving Indians”
~ has become a by word among us—
and a word or two to the credit of the
red man may not be amiss. - The old
_ Cree hunter and guide who set for
me this gun trap and caught for me
& the finest timber wolf in my collection
is a brother to the chief of the Nelson
River Swampy Crees, one of the most
powerful tribes inhabiting the west
coast of Hudson Bay. He comes of
_forbears who all earned enviable
- reputations. In the little graveyard
of York Factory stands a marble slab
_ marking the last resting place of one
im _ Willham Wasteesecoot ,late chief of
the tribe and father of the subject
OL these immediate lines. The stone
was erected by officers of the Hud-
- son’s Bay Company whom he had
E served and the inscription states that
“he was a great hunter for sixty
years, spoke the truth, and paid his
last debt.” Who among us could
~ wish ‘a finer epitah? The son,
- William, bears his father’s name, and
deserves the same distinction.
I was wintering at the mouth of
4 the Nelson when one day there came
from Split Lake, two hundred odd
2s inland, an exploring party with
Alliam as their guide and hunter.
ne a up at our shack. Frgm the
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had that winter removed three rusty
spring traps to supplement my limit-
ed outfit.
less we turned in our catch to them at
prevailing Indian prices.
inquired if we had seen aught of three
traps on the roof of his tribesman’s
dwelling, the same tribeman being
one William Utchekat, champion
hunter of the Nelson. As you will
probably remark William is a com-
mon name among the Swampy Crees.
Wasteescoot had hung these three
traps there five years ago, when he
had emigrated to the Split Lake dis-
trict. There they had remained un-
touched by the natives, many of
whom were poverty- -stricken and in
need of just such equipment, through-
out these many years. The Cree had
fully expected to find his property
just as he had left it even though he
failed to return for twice five years.
And I, a so-called Whiteman, whose
ethics forbade such an act, had lifted
the traps as legal spoil.
The mention of Utchekat recalls
another and perhaps more forcible
instance in which the deep-rooted
honesty of the Indian puts his white
“Master” (2) to shame.
Utchekat had been engaged as
hunter by us. In the fall of the year
we were living on board of a schooner
anchored in the river mouth though
on shore our winter shack stood ready
for occupancy with the winter’s sup-
ply of provisions within.
dian had been away up the coast to
get us a caribou but returned empty-
handed and arrived at the shack just
as a three days’ gale broke upon us
and held us prisoners on the vessel.
It was impossible for us to land and
take him on board but we did not
worry as the shack was open and
shelter and food in plenty there to
which the old hunter was quite
welcome.
On the fourth day we got ashore — es
and received the surprise of our lives.
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roof of an abandoned native camp aa.
The trading company ‘
would not sell us any equipment un- __
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my great astonishment when William ~
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William Utchekat lay in a_ wattle
house made of willows inside of the
edge of the bush—half starved. There
was not a morsel of food in his camp.
He at once.demanded that he be
released from his contract as hunter ,
for the party. ‘“‘You left me on
shore without food or tobacco and
I am not accustomed to such treat-
ment,” he said.
We explained that it had been im-
possible for us to take him off or send
food ashore. But we never dreamed
of him as being in want. “There is
plenty of flour and bacon in_the
house. The door is open. Why
didn’t you help yourself? Had that
been your house and we in your
place we would have broken in if
necessary and taken your food.”
William looked his surprise, then
answered slowly. “I’ve never done a
thing like that yet and I’m too old +o
. begin now.” He left us the following
morning.
But now to return to Wasteesecoot
and the guntrap. For several nights
before the arrival of the Cree at our
camp we had found the tracks of a
large wolf circling our shack. There
was just enough snow on the ground—
it was late Autumn—+to show up his
footprints and their size assured us
that the beast must be an unusually
large timber gray. The Indian un-
dertook to get him for me. He wanted
to use my Lefever with double buck-
shot loads but I demurred and so a
Savage .303 was chosen _ instead.
The shot gun is more reliable but
luck was with us and the rifle turned
the trick. One hundred yards be-
hind the camp was a small stunted
juniper. Twenty yards from it he
drove a small crutch, both limbs
downward, into the ground. This
was to hold the bait. On both sides
of this leading away from the tree he
tossed some dry branches, thus form-
ing a lead or approach to the bait in
line with the tree. The old Indian
took great care to disturb as little as
possible the surrounding brush and
when the lead was finished I could
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scarcely note what alter ; hac
been made in the immediate scenery. —
All looked as natural as before. To —
the tree trunk three feet above the —
ground William lashed the butt of the
rifle so that the trigger guard just
cleared the tree on the side faci
the bait. The barrel was Beet
by a forked stick. A ptarmigan was
split open and stuck under the
crutch on the side farthest from the
gun and a light line attached to the
bird led through the crutch to the ~
end of a stick that, lashed crosswise ~
to the tree passed through the guard ~
and bore against the trip. The 4
slightest pull on the bait exerted a
leverage on the stick and fired the
rifle. The latter was finally sighted
to fire six inches above the bait, two
inches being allowed for an “upkick”’.
Then William slipped a shell into the
chamber and the trap was set and —
ready. :
That night a practical joker in the
party routed both the Indian and
me from our warm blankets by firing
off his gun outside of the shack. He
probably scared our victim away for
we found tracks within a hundred —
yards of the trap in the morning.
The next night William carefully set
the rifle as before and at daylight
we found a huge gray timber wolf
lying frozen stiff with a .303 slug ~
through his spine not over twenty —
yards from where he had incautiously
closed his jaws on the tasty ptarmi-
gan. At what hour he was shot no ~
one knew as the report had failed to ~
arouse us. "i
The wolf measured eight feet two
inches from the tip of his snout to the —
end of his beautifully furred brush. —
A bristling mane of heavy stiff black
and white hairs stood erect from the ~
back of his head to half way down —
his spine. He was one_of the finest —
specimens of his breed that it has
been my good fortune to see trapped —
in the north country. Even old
Wasteesecoot seemed proud of the
success of his setting. 7
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O loll in the shade in the long,
lazy afternoon; to whip the
turbulent streams for trout; to
explore the unknown reaches of some
wilderness stream, with one’s entire
home packed in the canoe; to sleep
in the open with the cool, summery
breezes playing over one in the night
—yes, the summer camp has its
charms! But, for my own part, the
winter camp is the place to rest, to
relax, and forget the nerve-racking
cares of life in the hustle-bustle city.
A snug log cabin in the shelter of
the spruce; a generous supply of
beech and maple piled at the door;
venison in the larder; a bed of springy
fragrant balsam boughs; a few hun-
dred square miles of wintry woods,
frozen lakes and rivers—this is the
“Winter Camp!”
The wind moaning in the chimney,
the hard snow particles rattling
against the window,—a great many
yarns have been told. Pipes are
knocked out and each one slips into
his bunk.
Evening in the winter camp!
Without all is wild and cold and
stormy. Within all is snug and
warm and comfortable.
When morning breaks perhaps the
storm has abated and the sun turns
the weird shadowy woods into a
world of crystal, sparkling purity.
The blue smoke from the chimney
sails straight upward into the hard
blue sky, while the mercury says it
is thirty below!
Breakfast over—now for a swing
over the trap-line, a feat that will
put more bloom into the cheeks than
a week spent in whipping a stream or
poling a canoe (and canoeing, mind
you, is no child’s play). Home for
dinner with a man-sized appetite
making itself felt, for snow-shoeing
is a man’s work. Then, if you have
been lucky and the creatures of the
wild unlucky, you may have a few
pelts to take care of.
There are still a few hours of day-
light left, and here the camper’s
_ Personal idea of enjoyment will make
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P. W. PARKINSON
itself felt. He may go camera hunt-
ing, for the winter woods offer splen-
did opportunity for this pastime.
Armed with his favorite camera
he sallies forth, keen on the look-out
for creatures of the wild in uncon-
scious pose: for frozen, ice-laden
water-falls framed in a setting of
sombre snow burdened spruces, all
a-glitter in the slanting afternoon sun.
Pictures you will prize, these when
at home—perhaps it is a wild blustery
night, one that reminds you of a cer-
tain night incamp. You get out the
album; your feet are stretched out
on the wolf rug before the open fire
in your den. Your pipe is drawing
finely—the leaves of the album are
turned, picture after picture passes
dreamily before your eyes—mem-
ories!
But to return to the woods. Per-
haps the camper is a descendant of
Isaac Walton and will cut the new
ice off the fishing-hole in the lake
and have a mess of speckled beauties
for supper, fish that, on account of
the icy cold’ water are wonderfully
firm and delicious, far superior to fish
taken from the same water in sum-
mer. Besides it is out of season,
which tends to improve the flavor.
If he happens to have a bit of
naturalist in his make-up—but wait—
Has the reader ever enjoyed the
privilege of sitting quietly in the
woods and watching an animal ap-
proaching a set, or something it im-
agines is dangerous and is suspicious
of? If not you have missed a treat.
It is well worth waiting for, even if
it is cold and you are in a hurry to
get back to camp.
Coming home late one afternoon
from a trip into the Post Office for
my mail (a distance of about seven
‘miles from camp; I decided to go
around a little out of my way to have
a look at a trap I had out for a fox
that made an almost daily trip over
the same runway, passing not far
from my camp.
The trap was up the runway a
little way about a half mile from
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my camp, set where the runway
passed between an old stub and a
big rock on a little knoll. It was an
ideal place for a set, as a little spruce
tree, growing up beside the boulder,
spread its branches protectingly over
the space between, sheltering the
trap from the weather.
I had started out with every in-
tention of making it a blind set, but
had tucked a rabbit in a crevice in the
rock as an extra attraction, thinking
it would make him manoeuver around
more and lessen his chances of missing
the trap. Perhaps it would have
been better without it.
I arrived at the set just at dusk,
that mystic hour, which is second
only to the moonlight in converting
the woods from everyday forest scen-
ery into mysterious, dusky isles and
dark, spruce protected openings.
Not wishing to go too near the
set, I pulled up as soon as I came
into plain sight of it. There was
nothing in it. I could see that at
a glance, but I stood for a moment
scrutinizing it closely to see if there
were any fresh tracks or if it had been
disturbed in any way.
Straining my eyes in the failing
light prevented me from seeing pro-
perly as I turned, but I saw something
and I felt sure it was a fox. He was
just leaving a little knoll, much the
same as the one | stood on. Before
I got a second look, however, he had
disappeared into the clump of stunted
spruces that covered the little swale
that separated the two knolls.
I stood perfectly still and waited
until I felt sure he was far enough
into the bushes to hide my movements
from him, then backed up against
a tree and sat down on my heels,
my back against the tree, my rifle
across my knees, and waited.
What the fox found to interest
him in that swale I cannot tell, but
it was fully fifteen minutes before he
came out. Fifteen minutes is not a
very long space of time, but it was a
very cold night and I was not in the
most comfortable position imagin-
able, which, of course, made it seem
a great deal longer.
I was just about to shift my posi-
tion to one that would allow me to
wiggle my toes to restore the circula-
tion i in i them se my € y
movement about ten feet bh ack in —
the bushes; I knew he was com in ld
and sat perfectly still. oy
He came out about twenty last
from the place his tracks showed %
he usually did, but made straight —
for the big rock and stub immed- z
iately. &
The delicate tracings of mice tracks —
that made a net-work of the snow in
the vicinity of my set were undoubted- "
ly the real attraction. 2
Now the fun began! :
When about five feet from the set
he stopped suddenly, one foot up- —
lifted, his keen, twitching nose out- —
stretched and sniffed, sniffed, sniffed. —
Frozen rabbit does not give off a
very strong scent and I began to fear —
it was myself he had scented although —
I was all of fifty feet away and there }
was no wind whatever. < §
It was the rabbit that was interest- ¥
ing him all right, for he moved around ~
to the other side of the stone to sniff —
from another angle. |
After satisfying himself what it was es
he advanced a foot or so very, very —
cautiously and sniffed again, then —
jumped back and raced around the ~
set in a circle, frisking and leaping ©
like a playful puppy.
Suddenly he stopped, sat down —
like a dog, his mouth open, tongue
lolling out and surveyed the scene ©
in a most humorous attitude. I
could hardly keep from laughing out- —
right at the picture he made. 4
He came down to business again in =
a moment, however, and advancing ©
a step or two, made another inspec- —
tion, then turned and trotted away!
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When he got to the top of the knoll :
I intended trying a shot at him, just ~
at the moment when he would be ©
silhouetted against the sky, but he ©
never got that far. He stopped and ~
looked back over his shoulder as if —
he expected something to be follow- —
ing him, then turned and came back ~
and went through the whole per- —
formance again! 3
If he did this once he did it a half 4
dozen times. I was by far too in- ©
terested to note the exact number of a
times, but I do know I waite =
long the last time, for he disappe
over the top of the knoll.
| gone, ei I can’t
ertainly expected nothing
h e evening’s performance,
acl. quite forgotten about my
toes, in fa ct they were not cold
all any more. Once the object
my interest was gone, however,
realized that I was still in a very
ncomfortable position.
_ Again, just as I was about to shift,
§ feet ing happened. This time it
was only a rabbit —a big, white
d Northern hare. I did not actually
see him come. I merely caught a
movement and there he was, sitting
: just at the edge of the bushes, giving
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ave been there always. He sat
motionless a moment, then turned
his head, wiggled his big ears and
wrinkled his queer little nose and
started hopping leisurely along the
edge of the bushes.
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NE day the latter part of Oc-
eo tober, two of my fox hounds,
- Jip and Rose, took it into their
t Henas to have a hunt on their own
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Jip was allowed her freedom at all
times as she never offered to go to
the woods alone. And the rest of
my hounds were in an enclosure sur-
‘ rounded by an 8-foot woven wire
_ fence.
This day Rose who was a persistent
eGieeer found a weak spot and made
a hole large enough to get under the
wire, and they were off to the woods
Pbticed by me. Not knowing they
: were gone I was very much surprised
_ to hear the pair in full cry evidently
after a fox. They were running him
In a strip of woods bordering the
Grasse River. The steady roll of
_ the music, Jip’s high tenor and Rose’s
softer alto, was almost more than I
could stand, but foxes were yet un-
prime and besides I was rushed with
k, so that I contented myself by
asionally stopping work to listen
e music as they drove Sir Renard
J. A. McKInNon
sale the Rushie’ right it
top of the bunny. With a frigh
squeak the rabbit tried to side jur :
from his doom, but the long jaws of
the fox, the very one I had been z
watching I felt sure, closed over ere
back and the rabbit straightened out
on the snow.
The pale,
down unpityingly; away over on the ~
hillside another fox hopped, causing
this one to raise his head and listen,
but he did net answer. pit:
wintry moon looked —
“JT might as well add ‘the climax Bac
to this little tragedy,’ I thought,
and the rifle began to travel, but Vag
first, toward my shoulder.
The light was poor, (moonlight
being very deceptive light to shoot
by), but the distance was short. I
touched the trigger and—
There were two dead, silent shapes,
stretched on the snow!
OF A TAIL
over the familiar runways. That
night I sat up till 10 p.m. listening and
reflecting how easy it would be to
head off the fox as the hounds took
him over many familiar places, where
in previous seasons, when fur was
prime I had bagged numbers of the
sly bushy tails. Finally the fox cross-
“ed the River at the Rapids and the
sound of the running dogs gradually
became fainter as the chase led them
over a range of sand hills. The last
I heard of them they were heading
for Regaud Mountains, a distance of
seven or eight miles away, and as
foxes very often made that run, I
concluded that I would not see the
hounds back that night, so I went to
bed. The dogs did not return till
2 p.m. next day. Jip had evidently
been in close quarters with the fox as
she had several bad cuts about the
nose and another bad gash over an
eye. The incident was almost for-
gotten when my old friend and brother
sportsman, Baptiste Seguin, who by
the way is over eighty years of age,
and still a sportsman, was out one
eats (1: Sepa
day looking the ground over for
‘skunk dens and came across a hole
where a pair of dogs had done an
enormous lot of digging. At the
mouth of the hole he found a fox tail
broken in three pieces and as there
were no men’s tracks around in the
sand, he concluded that the dogs
had been having a little sport by
themselves. It did not take me long
to connect this evidence with the
cuts on Jip’s nose. However, I was
pretty sure that the fox had made
good his escape when he had severed
connections with his tail as Rose
was only seven months old and could
not give much assistance in a fight
with a full-grown fox.
The scene will now shift to a fine
calm day in the month of February
the following winter. An ideal snow
had fallen over a solid crust which
made it a grand time to chase the
sly reds, an opportunity which is
seldom missed by the writer, as my
occupation as bee keeper and apiary
inspector, in: the summer months
affords me ample time for hunting
all winter.
This February morning ,I took
Carlo and started for the River.
Carlo was in exceptionally good spirits
that morning and I could see him
loping along until he suddenly opened
up in fine style, which told me plainly
old Reynard had not passed very long
before. The chase led through the
first'patch of woods, then the music
came in a steady stream, from the
fields on the south side. After wait-
ing about half an hour on a familiar
fox runway I concluded that old red
had decided to do his running in the
fields where the footing was good,
and as there was only one dog after
him, chances were that he would
circle there some time before shifting.
Accordingly I moved over, the
hound was running the fox most of
the time by sight, across a gully that
ran into the river a short distance
from there. | aited pa
another half hour at the edge o
woods, while Carlo was doing his |
to overtake the fox,—most of
time where I could see the whole per-
formance. The only time fox and
dog were out of sight was when they
crossed the gully or ran for a hundred
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yards or more along the creek bot- —
It was about two hundred and
tom.
fifty ‘yards to the top of the gully.
In circling the fox rarely came closer —
to where I waited in hiding than —
one hundred and fifty yards, so I de-
cided to take a chance at crossing the
open.
and as soon as fox and dog disappear-
ed over the top of the gully I started.
I covered about seventy-five yards
of the distance when the noise of the
hound told me it was best to stop and
crouch down. Renard came up the
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embankment and making a larger —
circle than usual made directly for
where I lay flattened out on the snow.
When within about eighty-five yards —
of me, I saw he noticed something ~
that had escaped his vision before.
Still he came, then when within sev-
enty-five yards of me he stopped. I
did not even blink an eye. I knew
the distance was too long to risk a
shot with No. 2 shot. Carlo by this
time was drawing closer to the fox
and almost before he knew it he had ©
to move on. He-started at an angle
directly for the gully but each jump
was bringing him a little closer.
When he was directly opposite and
sixty-five paces away, I gave him a
charge from the No. 10 and then three
more as fast as I could work the lever.
Springing to my feet I soon came to
the top of the gully where Carlo had
overtaken him and was rolling him
around in the snow. ‘I had noticed
that he had a peculiar tail. Picking
him up I soon discovered that part of
that member had been bitten off in —
some. previous engagement. Then
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I remembered my old friend and the 2
three pieces of tail.
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HE following account concerns
a deer hunt on Dickson’s Moun-
tain lying on the west side of
Calabogie Lake within sight and
sound of High Falls on the Mada-
waska River.
The mountain club consists of R.
J. Charbonneau and Tom and George
Charbonneau of Arnprior, James Be-
langer, Anna Belanger, Mrs. M. Milne
and Miss K. Kennedy of Barryvale,
all of whom enjoy nature in all its
moods and look forward every year
to the pleasure of the red deer chase.
Although this means a fortnight of
strenuous exertion no person inter-
ested in the sport gives a thought to
its hardships, such_a hardship as is
endured, for instance, when bringing
out a ‘250 pound buck along a trail
some four or five miles in length.
“It’s worth the price,” is the con-
sensus of opinion when the buck is
hanging in a conspicuous place at
headquarters and we hear members
of other clubs that pass that way
exclaim: “If we were only lucky
enough to get one like him!”’
The first four days of the season
we were busy getting our members
acquainted with the hunting grounds
and locating the hiding places of the
big game. On November 6th every
member of the club was ready for
the mountain long before daybreak
and a jolly good bunch they were as
~they left headquarters (the Belanger
abode).
Each morning thereafter as we left
headquarters we were bombarded by
good wishes for our luck and safety
by Madame Belanger, who was our
main support, as she acted as chef
and prepared for us meals that stood
us in good stead on our long walks
and tramps through the woods and
over the hills. Each night as we
entered the house the aroma of the
goodies she was preparing for our de-
lectation made us forget the fatigues
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of the day and after supper it was Be
amusing to listen to the deer stories
that were told, sometimes, with a a
conservative regard for the truth.
Of course every one had at least one
wonderful experience each day and
we all enjoyed telling it and what
good shots we were. No dogs were
used, the club preferring to give the
deer a fair chance for their lives.
Anna Belanger was the first mem-
ber to lay low a deer. With a single
bullet she secured a buck weighing
250 pounds, the bullet striking the
animal behind the ear. He at once
fell in a heap and very soon Annie
was beside him. Being without a
knife another bullet was* used for
the purpose of bleeding. Members of
the club were scattered over the moun-
tain and one of them hearing the shots
and knowing the sound of Annie’s .35
Standard made quick haste in her
direction to find her standing beside
the pride of the mountain wearing a
broader smile on her face than had
perhaps ever been seen there before.
When a deer is running in the woods
two hundred and fifty yards off it
takes a sharp shooter to get him with
one shot. The next question was,
‘How will we go about getting him
out to headquarters?” He was lying
at least four miles from there and
time was too precious to think of
drawing him out that distance. It
was decided therefore to sling him
high in a tree out of reach of any
hounds, that might come that way,
- hoping that before many days we
would be favored with some snow
which makes a deer slip over the
ground very easily. Sure enough the
snow came and with three of our
muscular members hitched to the
big buck he soon reached headquar-
ters.
On November 7th we started out
again with every hope of a good day’s
luck. There were three inches of snow
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and the weather was very mild which
made it ideal for still hunting. We
left headquarters at 7 a.m. crossing
to the west side of the Madawaska
River where lies Dickson’s Mountain
and her twin sister. We walked some
ANNIE B. POSING WITH HER BIG BUCK: TWO FELL BEFORE HER RIFLE :
few hundred yards from the river.
Here we halted and James B. being
thoroughly acquainted with every
foot of the hunting ground was re-
quested to put us in place so that
anything on the mountain that morn-
ing would not have a chance to escape
us. James directed George C., and
Annie B. to take the north end of the
mountain and keepclose watch while
he and Tom C. would come up from
the south end. The boys filled their
clays and off we started. .
About an hour’s time had elapsed
when we reached the resting place
on the side of the mountain. George
and Annie stopped to get their wind
for a few moments and “as Jim had
suggested kept close watch, keeping
their eyes upon the ridges on the other
side of the ravine. For a time there
was nothing in sight then just as they
had expressed their wish that some-
thing might put in an appearance a
buck and doe came bounding down
the side of the mountain not more
than seventy-five yards off. Very
soon you could hear “Bang! Bang!
Bang!’ and the doe dropped and
Pde ecs aang fi.
stayed there. —
feet.
was so excited and frighte
way to safety and we turned the |
rifles on him, breaking his hind leg,
the bullets piercing him through the
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shoulders. He disappeared in the
thicket but we felt sure he was ours 3
for the blood was flowing freely from _
the wounds. By this time James
appeared higher up on the mountain ¥
and shouted, “Did you get him?”
to which we replied that we certainly $
had got him. Jim had chased the E
deer over the mountain to us as he
had promised he would do when we
set out and when he came up to ~
where we were he wore a somewhat
pleased expression because it was
evident we had all done our part so
well. We then started down the
ravine to find where our big buck ~
lay. He had run a couple of hun-
dred yards and then being overcome
by loss of blood was compelled to
stretch out on the ground where he
lay as though dead. Annie seeing ~
him lying in this position ran up be-
side him and shouted to the boys to
bring on the knife, but behold he was
not dead but sprang to his feet mak-
ing a leap of some fifteen or twenty
By good luck George and Jim
were right on the scene and placing
two more bullets in his head soon
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last time. This was luck to be re-
membered. It was not yet 9 a.m.
and we had a buck of 210 pounds and
a doe of 150 pounds placed to our
credit. The other members of the
club were scattered over the moun-
tain but no such luck was in store
for them that morning. George and
James again filled their clays and
with the smoke curling over their
heads we proceeded to the dining
place on the other side of the moun-
tain, leaving our buck and doe in
readiness to pull out to headquarters.
It was only play for the boys to bring
these out as there was a good trail
down the mountain and the deer
slipped along over the snow as easily
as a toboggan.
Before we reached our dining place
we again saw a good sized deer walk-
ing up the side of the mountain four
or five hundred yards off. We three
pulled on her, giving her a close shave
and needless to say she made a hur-
ried exit. Thinking we might have
struck her we walked across to the
place where she was when we fired
and found that our bullets had buried
themselves in the ground a few inches
above her. That did not discourage
us a bit, however. It was a long
shot and we were not so particular
about getting one there, as the trail
was rough and it would have been a
difficult matter to pull one out. “We
always make a point of getting our
deer on clean ground anyway,” thus
we comforted ourselves.
Finally we reached the place where
we were to have dinner and were met
by the others who congratulated us
on our good luck. Good Madame
Belanger’s dainty though substantial
lunch was eaten around the camp-
fire and greatly enjoyed. We dis-
cussed over our lunch the morning’s
luck and the direction we should
take for the afternoon. When every
one had finished eating, two cf our
lady members, who were growing
somewhat impatient at not having
had the sight of a deer stood up and
exclaimed, of course in jest, that
should they not get a deer before
sunset that night they would resign
from the club. Mr. R. J. Char-
bonneau who so far had met with
OUTING OF THE MOUNTAIN CLUB ~
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no success, said little but appeare
to have full confidence that he would
get a trophy before the season closed. —
He is a good sport and always looks
on the bright side. As for Tom
Charbonneau he likes to leave the —
impression that he does not care ~
whether he gets his deer or not. The
previous afternoon he had started a
big buck on the side of the mountain
and had followed him almost three
miles in the direction of headquarters.
Tom walked on and on until he cross-
ed the public road on the west side
of the river where he found a com- *
fortable spot on Donnely’s Point at
the head of Calabogie Lake. There
he lay and listened for his coming.
James B. came on the scene before
Tom had come within close enough
range to start him again and Jim
knowing how to place things and
wanting to give Tom a chance to
make a name for himself suggested
that he would follow the track while
Tom would get on a good high spot
and watch for Mr. Buck coming back
out from the Point. Well, he got in
place and Jim proceeded on the track.
In about five minutes’ time Jim start-
ed him. He made a few desperate
leaps and with them was out of Jim’s
sight, passing within fifty yards of
Tom. What happened to Tom no
one will ever know or why he did
not get him. In about five seconds
Tom emptied his rifle of five bullets,
not one of which touched the big deer.
One to hear him would have thought
he was using an Automatic. I think
it is safe to say he had an attack of
buck fever and when this is the case
we always have to listen to a hard
luck story. No one cares to admit
having had a touch of this fever.
When Jim reached Tom he asked
him where his buck was lying but
poor Tom was forced to acknowledge
he was still bounding over the moun-
tain.
Although Tom had had such a fine
chance he did not lose courage but
made up his mind more determinedly
than ever that the other sharp shoot-
ers would not see him returning to
Arnprior without something to which
to attach his license tag.
Meantime the end of the season was
drawing near and there were still
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three deer to be got.
13th we started out for another day
of excitement and good luck, we
hoped. R. J. Charbonneau felt that
this might be his lucky day and sure
enough before twelve o’clock he had
laid low his trophy, a fine big deer
with a magnificent set of horns. So
proud was he of his achievement that
we could not persuade him to stay
in camp any longer but by four
o'clock of that same day he and his
buck were aboard the train at Barry-
vale billed for Arnprior. R. J. was
taking home the first deer he had
ever shot and he was as proud of it as
he used to be of our Christmas stock-
ings from Santa Claus.
It was now the morning of the 14th
and we were one member short, R.
J. being at home telling all his wonder-
ful experiences.
The time was getting short but we
all set out that morning with full
confidence that the day would bring
our count up to the last notch. By
dinner time not a shot had been fired
by any of our members. The deer
seemed to have learned that the
mountains were a poor place for safety
while the license of the Mountain
Club held good. After dinner we
made another start and less than half
a mile from where we had had dinner
and before we had separated there
came in sight, at a distance of about
_ three hundred yards, a nice big doe.
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FERRETING FAIRLY ~ :
GORDON DANA
N the December number of
Rod and Gun, there appeared
a letter from a “Dog Lover”
who asserts that ferreting for rabbits
is not a sportsmanlike proposition.
Now this “Dog Lover” could not have
indulged very often in this sport or
he would not have made such a state-
ment.
Ferreting for rabbits can be made~
as sportsmanlike as one wants it to
be, for like everything else it can be
done well, or otherwise. If the writer
of:that letter would take a ferret and
On November It: was a ealing 4 its ae eee
- then lay down.
at the end of the mountain, re
never reached the hiding place BD Ce ah a
which it had set out, for five rifles — Pe
were turned on it and of course it was
slain although it would have been —
difficult to say who the slayer was.
This last kill brought our number i
up to five and there was just one
day left to look forward to. On the
15th we still had the snow but only
three members remained to take full
advantage of the license, James B. 2
having returned to Renfrew, Mrs. 7
Milne to Arnprior and the others to F.
their homes near Calabogie. se
George, Tom and Annie were all
that were left. Tom had one more
chance to redeem himself and’ he did
so in a very lively manner. We }
had been out about two hours when .
Tom spied a nice doe and at ence 3
pulled on her, firing three shots from
his .30 U.S. each bullet doing its ¥.
work. The doe made a few leaps and Z
Tom placed his tag
on it and took it with him to Arnprior.
Two of the lady members of the
club were not successful in securing bE
a deer, although they declared they —
had enjoyed every minute of the out- Z
ing. Certainly they were the life of
the club and always retained their
good spirits no matter how the luck
went, being always ready with a ~
word of cheer for the others. Si.
a rifle, I repeat a rifle, some fine day
in season when there is about an inch
or more of freshly fallen snow on the
ground he would have some sport —
that would straightway make him —
change his opinion. ;
Tracking rabbits may sound easy,
but it isn’t. It is difficult to tell a
freshly made track from an old one, ;
_and more difficult, when there is a
\perfect_ net-work of tracks, to find —
out if Mr. Cottontail is at home or a
not. After you have succeeded ing 2%
tracking one to its burrow, then th
ommences.
_ of its snug, warm sack in your pocket
and muzzle him. If you are fortunate
enough to own one of those patented
ferret-muzzles it is easy, if not you
will have to make one yourself out of
a bit of string. If you don’t Mr.
Ferret may be skillful enough to catch
the rabbit on its way out. The
writer had an experience of just that
sort. His ferret slipped its muzzle,
caught a rabbit and took a vacation
for three days. Fortunately the bur-
row was in the side of a rocky cliff and
the writer was able, with the aid of a
few stones, to dam up the entrance
and keep the ferret a prisoner until
the meal was over. It was a long
meal, but upon my third visit to the
hole, I found the poor little fellow
scratching to get out. He was very
full of dinner, covered with blood and
apparently overjoyed to see me. He
was thirsty and I doubt if he would
have come out then had it not been
for the scarcity of water.
Of course to make this sport really
sportsmanlike, you must give the
rabbit a chance. Let him get out of
the hole, give him a good ten yard
start, then shoot away. Unless the
hunter is a good shot his gamebag at
the end of the day will be surprisingly
light.
It is fun to work with a ferret. If
Take the ferret out —
oe treated they become a
fectionate pets but otherwite they
just the opposite.
ferret.
One day while hunting in fairly ,
deep snow I turned my ferret in a
burrow on the side of a little mound. —
There was a heavy crust on the sur- "
face and pretty soon I heard a terrific
commotion.
three rabbits out of the hole and they
were trying to break through the
crust which was much too heavy.
After pocketing my ferret I broke
down the snow so that they might
escape but they remained hidden
until I had gone.
To hunt rabbits in very deep snow
is as most everyone knows the most
tedious job there is. Of course with
snowshoes it is easy but with the crust
tearing at your shins as you go tramp-
ing up and down hill, searching for
tracks, it is enough to make you at-
tack the steaming supper at home
with something like ferocity. It is
true that many people ferret for
rabbits most unfairly and the instance
that the ‘““Dog Lover” cites is excep-
tional. But to my mind, shooting
Cottontails over a ferret is one of the
best of sports, and I have tried a good
many.
The writer has a:
small scar on his left hand as a resu ts
of carelessly handling an abuse o.
The ferret had started
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Wan. HIcKSON
music of the dogs in the chase, and the
sight of the fleet footed buck bound-
ing along a runway, played upon my im-
agination, night and day, till I was almost
impatient for the arrival of the first morning
of the hunt.
Indeed the pleasures derived from our
imagination often excel the realities of the
chase, and it is in a way analogous that our
occasional excursions into the regions of
imagination, increase our interest in those
familiar realities from which the stores of
imagination are borrowed.
A the first of November drew near, the
Nine of us mustered on October the 31st,
-at the comfortable and commodious hunting
camp, at the south end of Bass Lake, in the
Township of Galway, and owned by Mr.
James Bardeau. Two of the boys of last
year’s hunt, Lawrie and Brownie, were “‘over-
seas hunting Huns.” We all realized that
they were fighting our battles in Europe,
and we often spoke of them and wished them
a safe return, when once more we and they
would fraternize in the old hunting camp,
with unmixed pleasure, for after all, the un-
adulterated pleasure we get from the health-
ful days in the woods in close touch with
nature, the pleasant associations with one
another, and the social evenings in the camp
where interesting games and excellent music
make the time seem all too short—this in-
deed is the great boon of the hunt—of course
if the party secures its legal count it adds to
the outing, but getting the legal number
should not be made ‘“‘the be all’’ and “the
end all’? of the hunt. The Great Parent of
creation has provided happiness for all, if
His creatures but take it. The young of
all animals receive great pleasure by just
exercising themselves, as is evidenced by the
playful young foxes or lambs, but happiness
is found no less with the purring cat, than
with the playful kitten, or I suppose dozing
age in the armchair has no less pleasure than
the hunter in the sprightly animation of the
chase, but I must stop philosophizing on
pleasure or Ill have an unadorned essay on
it and its sources. The point I wish to make,
is that the harmony and unanimity of a party,
and the days we spend in the forest, in touch
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with nature, constitute the chief end of
the hunt. I have fished and hunted with
many parties and clubs and I have been with
“the fish hog’”’ and “the game hog,” and I
must say I never enjoyed their company,
when the “game hogs’ thought of nothing
else but getting a big haul of fish or the legal
number of game, and then hiking for home.
The members of our club come to camp the
day before the hunt and leave the day after
so that this gives each the full benefit of the
two weeks’ outing.
During this period this year we killed and .
got nine deer and missed one buck. Karl
killed two bucks, one on the first day and ©
one on the sixth. “Cap’’ Bottum killed three,
two does anda buck. This experienced Nim-
rod lived in Bobcaygeon and ran a steamboat,
the ‘‘Maple Leaf,’”’ on the Kawartha Lakes for
some years. “Cap” has a great failing for
taking long walks, and Karl tried to emulate
him, but was nearly fainting by the way,
and the “Cap” had to enjoy a siesta for a
couple of hours after his arrival at camp,
so it is not at all likely that “‘Cap’’ and Karl
will ever again test their walking abilities in
this way. Let it be said that both jumped
out in good time for breakfast the next morn-
ing fresh as ever for the hunt. “Cap” de-
clared he had the deer mesmerized, but we
all concluded that Joe had stolen his art, for
a nice doe tried hard to get in the canoe with
Joe, and he had to shoot it without taking
aim at all. Joe, who is a skilled musician,
a dead shot and an expert dancer, shot two
deer—a deer once sighted by Joe is as good
as dead—for one has never escaped him yet..
Hugh, who is home from the “trenches on
leave of absence,” and who received three
bullet wounds and one shrapnel wound, while
fighting for you and me in France, shot a
large doe on the keen run, at a distance of
150 yards, through a tangle of tag alders.
This was the first and only chance he got —
and he proved his skill with the rifle by ©
“Jimmy,” who is our captain, always puts |
out our dogs. After he gets ‘‘a start,’’ he al- —
ways makes for a runway, but generally he i
is just in time to see the dogs go by, so he got —
very little shooting for the two past season 4
THE HUNT OF THE STAR HUNTING CLUB 1091
but on the last day of the hunt this year, Dick and Eric saw a fine buck crossing
he shot a nice buck on a main runway.4 We Nogie’s creek on the eleventh. Dick noted
were all glad he got shooting, as it had been where he came out, so he ran up and down
a long time between shots for “Jimmy.” the east side of the stream looking for the
FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
JIMMY THEZGUIDE SLIPPING HIS:PACK§IN ON THE SNOW.
PACKING THE DUNNAGE OVER THE TRAIL TO CAMP.
THE PARTY AT THE CAMP.
horned monarch, and
after going within ten
feet of his quarry, he
went up on a little knoll
about twenty yards dis-
tant, and then to his
surprise, he saw Mr.
Buck crouched in a
few bushes, just the
color of himself, watch-
ing him making his pil-
grimages up and down
the stream all the
while. Eric had taken
up a good position, and
was resting his rifle
on his left knee, ready to
open fire the instant
the buck would show
his portly form, but
Dick pulled on him first
and then the play
began with the buck
the main actor in the
drama. Ten or eleven
shots poured in on
him without deadly af-
fect. So the nimble
buck scampered off
through the copse wood
with his tail erect, just
as he had done many
a time before. Not a
drop of blood was
drawn! -‘‘How did I
miss him?” soliloquized
Dick, while Erie chor-
used, ‘‘Gum! doesn’t
that beat turkey trot-
ting! How did we miss
him?’ Curtain drops!
A. E. B. shot a fine
buck for the Read party,
and the writer did not
get a shot at a deer
this season. This is
the first time this has
happened in all my for-
mer hunts, and they
have been many.
I made a paSsing re-
ference to Joe’s musical
talents, but without any
particular 4 econiums
which they justly deserve. Karl who is an
ardent hunter, is also a sweet player on
the violin, and when Joe and Karl got the
mandolin and the violin going after supper,
he must have been a tired hunter if he did
not try a step dance. When an interesting
game was not on at the big table, a dance
was quite in order.
We visited the Read camp at the North
end of the Lake, and they visited us several
times in return. At each of these visits Joe
and Karl provided most excellent music for
a dance, and a dance there was every time.
The leader of the Read party whom we call
“Dick the Lion-hearted,”’ took great pleasure
out of these evening dances, and although
he is a heavyweight of over 200 pounds,
he would trip the light fantastic several times
each evening. “Dick” is a true sportsman
and is always ready to take part in any of
these sporting or social events in either hunt-
ing camp, with one ption and that is
smoking cigarettes and tnhaling the smoke
so that it oozes out’ of his nostrils. Yes,
Dick draws the line sharply here and says,
“No! No! boys! No more of them cigarettes
for me!’ ‘“‘Cap” in his good nature, prevails
rather much on “Dick” to use these vile things
but still*“‘Dick”’ sticks and replies “Ah! oh!
No! No! thank ye, you old fool!” and with a
wave of his right hand signals “Cap”. to put
the detested things out of his sight and ““Cap”’
A HUNT THAT WAS DIFFERENT
Dees je McVEIGH
HE human animal loves to tell of his
success, whether in love, in war, or
in other kinds of effort.
How many hunting stories that have ever
appeared in print have failed to tell of suc-
cess? In ninety-nine cases out of each hun-
dred, or nine hundred and ninety-nine out
of each thousand, the story is written with
the object_of telling how we killed the game.
And, as I said before, this is all right, but
there are so many, oh so many, that might
be written of non-success. Would it inter-
est the readers of Rod and Gun to read of
such a one? At any rate I will give them
the chance to read of an unsuccessful ex-
perience undergone by the writer.
To begin at the beginning I may say that
I wanted to try new country. That is, coun-
try that was new to me. So I wrote to a
has to obey slovie: and pti :
“Dick” calls out, ‘‘A set for a dan s!”
ard a set there is, in a jiffy and Dick dances
and calls off till all are tired. Then a ‘two- y
step or a clog dance follows and so the even- eof
ing passes merrily. The reciprocal visits of —
these two adjacent camps were much enjoyed
by all participants. This is as it should be, —
true fraternity in adjoining hunting camps.
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The writer has hunted near other camps
years ago, when never a social visit would be
made except two or three members of the
party might drop in, to tell you that their
dogs had run a deer that day or the day be-
fore and you had killed it, with a strong in-
sinuation that you had better hand it over.
to them and not do that kind of thing again;
and perhaps when the whole case would be
talked over, it would be found that their dogs
had not been near where you had shot that ©
particular deer. This kind of thing makes
an outing disagreeable for both hunting
parties, and should not happen among true
sportsmen.
The Read party hung up a dozen deer,
and so both of us got our “count’’ and had
a most healthful and enjoyable time.
We all returned to Bobcaygeon on the
16th, recuperated and invigorated for the
winter’s work, and hoping that we may all
be able to repeat it in 1917. eit Fe
friend, or one whom I supposed was a friend
and he promptly replied to come on and he
would see to it that I had my heart’s fee
Alas, and again, alas.
On the morning pf a certain day I, anda
companion, took a train for a certain place i
and there we met the friend who was to be ©
our guide. I cannot say that the country
looked good to me as it was too flat to please
the eye of a man all too fond of the hills.
But, like many before me, I was in the hands aa
of my friends and said nothing. a
Being fresh from an office where I had ©
been shut up for two years watching my
waist line get further out in front, I was in
no shape for hard work, and made that fact 4
known to all interested, and several, whom
I am now convinced were not interested.
In fact I feel sure they didn’t care one wh op
about the matter. \ a
ear
_ To limber up and get ready for the real
work we took a short trip of some five or
six miles the afternoon of the day we arrived
and even that made me regret the advance
of my front extension, or bay window, and
my legs gave me to understand that they
) objected strongly to the excess baggage I
had loaded onto them without giving them
a chance to practice carrying it around.
However, a good night’s sleep helped some,
-and next morning I was ready for the real
work. From where we were a branch rail-
way ran off to nowhere in particular and
back again, and seven miles out on this branch,
I was informed, was a place where the deer
were really too thick for keen sport, but as
_ We were not in condition for hard work we
would go there for one day anyway, and kill
a few for practice.
The dinky train running on the branch
went out at seven a.m., returning at eleven
and resting until seven a.m. again, so that
eleven a.m. being too early for us to come in,
I suggested that we arrange for someone to
come out after us, and here enters the villain
of the piece. Hjs name was not ‘“‘Mud,”
but we will call him that in print. We called
him many things you would not dare to
; print, but in this sad tale he shall be “Mud.”
] Now I can’t say that I liked the looks of
| “Mud,” but I want to describe him, and at
this time he acted better than his léoks, for
he came forward and offered to call for us
_ with his gas ¢ar at 5 p.m. Now remember
: he offered, nay, insisted that it would afford
_ him great pleasure to pick us up. Wasn’t
he going out past where we were, and com-
ing back again at 5 p.m. just the time to
a dot when we would want to start for home?
Do you, dear reader if you ever read this,
blame us for believing him? We didn’t
know him, but our friends seemed to. They
didn’t really as it turned out, but they seem-
ed to, and we went out on the train happy
with that foolish happiness that Knows no
. better.
Going out I noticed that the land was
flat all the way and getting worse. At seven
miles it was very low and where we left the
train we seemed to be in the heart of the
great dismal swamp, but we were told about
the dry ridges ‘‘further back’’ where the deer
_-were so thidk there was only room for three
or four moose. There would be more moose,
you understand, but there was no room for
them.
Now I don’t excuse myself for all that fol-
lowed. When I heard that “further back”
stuff, I should have known. How often I
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have met that good old “further back”
It is found i in all hopeless places, and’ I ha
been in many of them. But what could
we do? Oh I know we could have gone home
at once, but how many of you would have
done that on the first day out for two years? —
Anyway, we didn’t, and went into that .
swamp, and we went “further back” all
right, a blamed sight further back than we ;
had any business to go. And we waded
through water that came over our rubber
boots, and the water ran down inside. It
was cold water and I guess it wanted to
get warm, but it didn’t. One pair of feet
can’t warm a whole swamp tull of water.
That statement I stick to, and can prove it
by the fellows that were with me. I will
go further and say that tour pair of feet
cannot warm half the water in that swamp.
We went further back, as I said before,
but those dry ridges must have heard us com-
ing and gone on further for we didn’t catch
up to them, and we were so far back that ay
it would have been foolish to kill a deer for in
we couldn’t havé got it out. That was not
the main reason why we didn’t kill a deer
though. The main reasbn was because we
didn’t get a chance. If there are deer in
there they must be web-footed, but I can’t
prove that because I didn’t get a chance to
examine their feet. I am of the opinion that
they went still further back and took their
feet with them.
As the only dry place we had seen was
the railway track, we came out there to eat
our lunch, and at that we had a time to get
a fire started.
While we were eating lunch Mr. “Mud”
went gaily past in his little car and waved
a bottle at us as he went, but he didn’t slop.
Surely that should have warned us. Oh,
se blind and foolish. You who have even
a slight knowledge of the Good Book have
read these words, “Oh ye of little faith, etc.”
But take it from me too much faith is at
times worse, much worse, than none at all.
And if you are dealing with “Mud” the small-
est amount of faith is worse than fatal.
Don’t forget those wet cold feet, remem-
ber that Mud knew we didn’t have a bottle,
for we only use it in case of sickness or wet
feet, and then think of how our brains, or
what we call our brains, must have been 5
asleep to continue to have faith in him after
he had gone by without ,stopping. Stop?
Why he didn’t even hesitate. Just waved
the bottle and went on. Oh “Mud,” may
that bottle turn to ashes and dust in your
mouth. I didn’t like that mouth anyway.
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To go back into that swamp was beyond
even such fools as we were, and as we were
seven miles from anywhere we could only
make a bluff at hunting close to the track
and wait for Mud. Good old Mud who had
insisted on bringing us home promptly at
5 p.m. We were ready to go long before
five, believe me. But why worry, wasn’t
he coming along at five? Sure he was.
Looking back at it all now I believe we
had our doubts of the animal even then, but
the more we doubted the more we told each
other how sure he was to come. But the
time did seem long. Remember we were
cold, wet, hungry and tired. Just how cold,
how tived and how wet we were, I doubt if
I could make you understand. I had not
walked so much, nor had my feet wet for
two years, and there were others not in much
better condition.
Five o’clock came at last and it was dark.
Not so dark as it was later, oh dear no, but
dark. And no “Mud” except that on our own
feet. By this time we had walked about
one mile in the direction of home, so we fig-
ured we had six to go, and no “Mud.”
If anyone had asked me at 5 p.m. on that
fatal day, if I could walk another six miles
I wouldn’t have bothered to answer such a
fool question. Six miles! Great Scott I
didn’t feel equal to one mile. And how did
we know it was only six? Who said it was
six, was it “Mud?” I wouldn’t take his
word for a rod, to say nothing of six miles.
But what could we do, the only dry place
we had found was the railway track, and
_it was damp. But who wants to sleep on
a railway track anyway? The only thing
that we knew was that at some distance
south there was a village of a kind. We
knew that because we had been there and
seen it. If I ever have the bad luck to meet
“Mud” and he tells me there is such a place
I won’t believe it, even though I have seen it.
I am afraid I have allowed my feeling to
get ahead of me a little, but only a little.
For at five o’clock when we made a poor
half hearted bluff at walking south, we still
hoped. ‘Hope springs eternal in the human
breast.” The more foolish the breast the
more hope I expect. But we still hoped.
The wind was cold so we would just walk on
to keep warm, “‘Mud” would be along any
minute, sure he would. At that time had
anyone suggested that Mud had been tried
for murder and got™off for want of proof,
we would not have¥believed it. Not just
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We walked and it got dark, and more dark,
and still we walked. Then we thought we
heard the car coming. Listen a moment. —
Oh ye of too much faith. How many times
did we stop to listen? How many times did
I go down on my knees and put my ear on
the rail to catch that slight hum that tells of
the wheel coming? I don’t know, but I
think I said it was dark, can I make you
understand how dark it was, I don’t know,
but it was so dark that my ear sometimes
found the rail sooner than I expected it would,
it didn’t hurt the rail at any time, and before
long it didn’t hurt me, much. I was too
numb.
And we walked, at times when we heard
the car coming and it didn’t; we gave each
other our fair and unbiased opinion of ““Mud.”
It was good stuff, I wish I could send it to
you, not for publication you know, but just
to show you what we could do, and it might
be useful sometime in case you ever met a
“Mud” of your own. But you know how
the postal people get peeved about things.
In such a country as I have hinted at you
would naturally expect to find many small
bridges and creeks. Well they were all there.
I don’t know how many. We had lost count
of everything. There were also sidings, with
switches at the ends of them. I don’t know
how many bridges or how many switches
we passed, but we could tell the difference
because the switches were all steel and iron
and they hurt more than the bridges when we
fell on them.
It is said that curses live and if that is true
and ‘‘Mud’”’ goes over those switches, he'll
get goose flesh down his back. It was at
such places mostly we found something to
say about him that we had overlooked up
to then.
There are many more things that I could
tell but what’s the use? The tact that I am
here shows that we did get home. (I had
grave doubts about that at times).
He may be some place with no water at all,
or he may be in that rotten swamp with too
much water. Either place is too good for
him.
This is a partial account of a hunt that is
not written to tell of success. There are
many others that have not been told. The © 4
only thing killed on that hunt was myself,
and I was only half dead. Who will be the ©
next to own up?
I don’t.
know where ‘‘Mud’’ is, and I don’t care.
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about 12.30 to take a chance at the
Shell-drakes or in fact any ducks that
might be flying.
Having thrown together a box of grub,
guns, shells, blankets etc., we each took up
our Remington Automatic shot guns (12
gauge). Let me tell you now it may not-
be the highest priced gun on the market
but it’s there with the goods when it comes
to killing our tough sea birds at any reason-
able range and is particularly good when shoot-
ing out of a small gunning skiff as nearly all
the recoil is taken up by the reloading mech-
anism.
However, I guess it will not do to start
talking guns as every hunter has his favorite
make and they are all good; furthermore
I am no gun expert and apt to get into trouble.
Arriving at the beach we loaded the dun-
nage, the decoys and ourselves into the boat,
and taking the gunning skiff in tow started
to row to the island where we were to camp.
We reached there about 3.30 in the afternoon.
After getting fire wood, digging out the
stove and attending to a hundred other
things that have to be done in a camp that
has not been used for a year, we got things
pretty ship-shape and were ready for a look
at the marsh, so away we started taking the
shovel and one gun.
Locating a good spot on a point of land
with a little creek running up either side,
we proceeded to make a blind. [I will not
go into details as every reader of bs maga-
zine has read the same dope a dozen times.
; It is sufficient to say that we took particular
care to make the outside blend with the
surrcunding scenery, setting our stool of
wooden ducks off the point where they
could be seen from any direction. As it was
-now beginning to get rather dark we started
M:* chum and I started out one afternoon
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flocks of black duck coming in from the sea
to their feeding grounds for the night. BY
Next morning we were up before the break —
of day, and after eating a cold lunch started
for the blinds, getting nicely settled down
just as it began to grow light. We could
just about make out the decoys plainly
when along came a pair of Shell-drakes
from behind us and would surely have come
to the decoys but we were moving around
and they spotted us and veered off and out
into the bay. In a very few minutes in
flew a flock of from twelve to fifteen and
waiting until they stuck out their legs to
light, we cut loose and after a very sad ex- A
hibition of shooting killed four of them. Pe.
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of somewhat settling our nerves and the next
bunch that came along we made a clean
sweep of five birds.
The wind came up with the sun and soon
the air was full of flying ducks. Every few
minutes there would be a bunch flop into
our decoys and off again with a few missing
from their ranks, but this could not last for-
ever and as the sun got higher the ducks
became fewer and soon the morning flight
was over.
I hung around some time longer while
my chum got the boat and rowed to the
other side of the creek and picked up the
birds finding nineteen Shell-drake, five Whis-
tlers and two Old-squaws.
That night just before dusk we added two
black duck to our string, dropping them as
they flew over the sand dunes to the marshes
and fresh ponds inland. Satisfied and hun-
gry we made our way back to camp, ate 4
hearty supper and about 9.00 o’clock the
tide being about right rowed back to land
and home finishing a most enjoyable trip.
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HAT question has been asked
many times of late. We be-
lieve that it can not be possible
that the “good” people of Ontario
realize, even faintly, the tremendous
rapidity with which the game of their
Province is being swept away.
Above all else are we sure that the’
fathers and mothers of Ontario do
not desire nor intend that twenty
years hence there shall be handed
over to their little sons and grandsons
a great Province ninety-five per cent.
destitute of game, and desolate.
Already, some “sports” are brag-
ging over having procured the two
hundred bag limit of Ducks this year
and are never silent in praising the
passage of the no-sale-of-Duck-law.
‘You do not desire, or intend, that
legitimate sport with a gun shall be-
come in Ontario an extinct pastime,—
do you? Surely you wish to give
Posterity a square deal. If our prem-
ises are true, then we say to you now;
Beware. The automobiles, good
roads, and too liberal laws, and I sus-
pect too much lawless shooting also,
are now sweeping your Provincial
game into oblivion at a fearfully
rapid rate. A hunter with an auto-
mobile can now cover from three to
five times as much ground in a day as
he did three years ago with a team
and wagon. We are exterminating
our game according to law. We must
have a daily bag-limit on ducks of
twenty-five. We must have a closed
season on squirrel of three years. We
must have a closed season on muskrat
of three years. We must set back
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MATTERS PERTAINING TO
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WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH
ONTARIO SPORTSMEN ?
E. R. Kerr
-special fitness and ability to be “on
the open season on duck to October
Ist, or have a closed season of three
to five years on wood-duck.
I am compelled to say to the sports-
men and citizens of Ontario; Matters
have come to a pass so serious that
now mild and half-way measures will
not serve to save your Provincial
game. You must immediately enact
some new and better, strengthening
laws, and enforce them, right up to
the hilt, or say “‘good-bye” to your
game. You must act boldly,truth-
fully, resolutely and even drastically,
to make up what you have lost, and
put your game on a continuing basis.
Do not haggle, or split hairs or
argle-bargle about trifles. Get results
that will be worth having. Stop the
use of “‘speed-carts” in hunting; ride
a donkey instead as he will get you
there fast enough to exterminate the
seed stock if you are bent upon it.
Stop the quail-killing for five years
at least. What insane folly it is for
farmers and others to permit their
best friend and ally to be slaughtered
for its few pitiful ounces of flesh.
Which will you have; boll-weevil or
quail? Stop instantly. Institute a
daily bag limit on wild geese of three
a day and be satisfied with that.
Create, through a sane system, an
adequate force of salaried game-war-
dens, non-political, and selected for
the job.”? The best laws are useless
unless enforced. Unsaiaried game ~
wardens are a joke, failure, and men- ~
ace to wild life, everywhere. Pay
for the protection of your game, as —
t] er countries do. Finally, give pos-
cong a square deal, before it is too
ate.
ed You sportsmen who are continually
) barking for early shooting had better
sit up and take notice. Your grand-
- father hunted swans because there
- were swans and he left some for you.
Your father hunted geese because
there were geese and he satisfied him-
WHERE CAN SANCTUARIES BE
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(ContTINUED FRoM Last Issue.)
E. R. Kerr
liie and allows his views to be pub-
- lished will come into contact with such
as this; ““Your argument about the value or
game is good, but you have not shown, in a
single case, that the Service derives a cent;
all the money of benefit goes to the Province
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AY ite ax who attempts to protect wild
or communities of the game region, while
you are spending money for these game
plants, and you are giving the rangers’ time,
which means money, to assist in the enforce-
| ment of the law.’ All very well. There
1s a protection Forest in Colorado upon the
watersheds of streams, the flow from which
has a very high value for irrigation, and one
of these streams furnishes the water supply
q for a city of more than 200,000 inhabitants.
a This Forest costs $45,000 yearly to ad-
“minister. The receipts are very small and
there is‘no prospect of the receipts ever
reaching the sum of the cost of administra-
tion. The prime purpose of the Forest is
to protect these watersheds, though the
Service does not get a cent from irrigation.
It surely must be possible to give attention
~ to game culture, and perpetuation of sport,
as a secondary consideration in forest pro-
tection, particularly when such time given
to game culture does not detract from, but
adds to, the standard of forest protection
‘and renders the National Forests of greater
value to the Provinces and Nation.
All through our Forests there are number-
less areas where game was once abundant
and from which it has been driven out or
_ killed through lack of protection. Th>re
PERTAINING TO CONSERVATI
‘of increasing wild life while the destruction
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self with a brace or two. ” ‘ou.
hunting and exterminating, as
as you can, ducks. What do
want your son to hunt? Rabbi
Or do you care? If you do not be-
long to the right kind of a Game Pro
tective Association, resign and organ-
ize one of the right kind; get game
religion first, and then “Help” bring —
back the game. Let us hear from you _
on the subject. ea
is every reason to believe that game will
thrive upon the majority of these areas if
plants can be made upon them and the
animals and birds allowed to adjust them-
selves to the conditions and increase. Some
study and careful work will be required if
the capturing of specimens, transportation,
and planting is to be done successfully. The
question arises as to whom this should na-
turaliy fall upon.
The whole question is a new one. It must,
necessarily, be a new one. No one thought
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was going on and we were “rushing”? game
into oblivion. We are all likely to make
mistakes. There is a possibility of making
the mistake of placing animals and birds on
areas where the natural conditions will cause
them to become a_ nuisance, particularly
animals, to farmers, either by summering in
their grain or hay areas or wintering around
their haystacks. Considering the necessity
of care and experience the work should be
initiated by the Commission of Conservation
and the Federal Government in co-operation
with the Provinces. The Commission and
Federal authorities, can collect most readily
and at least cost data upon areas to be stock-
ed and locations where specimens can be
captured. The various governments can
then take up the capturing and shipment.
The only thing required is decisive action
upon the part of the Federal government to
show its practicability.
We also have been asked, “Will the People
Protect the Game?”” The people of Canada
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are no different from the people of the United
States. The people of Canada are ready
and willing to protect the Game. The pres-
ent abuse of the laws and destruction of game
comes from a feeling that it will not be pro-
tected, and that he who is on the ground
should take all he can. The people of Caa-
ada want to see the game protected. The
sportsmen of Canada want to see the game
protected and are ready, both morally and
financially, to assist any honest and sincere
move upon the part of the authorities to this
end. In this respect the onus, to-day, is
upon our authorities.
The citizens of Canada can be depended
upon just as much as the citizens of the
United States, and I will cite a case tu show
the present incerest in the United States.
At the head of Green River, in Wyoming,
where big game ‘s plentiful and ranches are
few, and where the law-abiding citizen who
needs fresh :neat kills an elk at any time of
year, there, was a ranger, who, under the
Forest Service agreement with the State,
assisted in the enforcement of the game laws.
This ranger liked the job, and enforced the
law without fear or favor. He got convic-
tions before the justice of the peace, who
became nervous at the thought of turning
a man loose when the evidence against him
was good. The people helped and respected
the ranger for his stand. All the hunters
that went into that section knew the ranger,
and knew that the game law was the gamelaw.
That ranger was transferred. A new man
PRESERVATION OF THE MUSKRAT: ITS
RELATION TO MIGRATORY LIFE
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ANY men are enthusiastic in the pre-
M. servation and increase ot wild life.
Many men advanced various argu-
ments in behalf of the no-sale-of-duck law.
The majority of men who campaigned for
the passage of this law might, or might not,
have had in mind the assistance necessary,
and granted by nature, for the restoration
‘and perpetuation of our migratory wild fowl
mainly,—the Duck.
When we take into consideration the very
close relation of the muskrat to the duck. and
the habits of this valuable little fur-bearer
in its tunneling under water and marsh and
thus destroying much obnoxious growth
was qe in his ‘Hao ities a ee
was placed on the river by the State a
is the kind that has done much to give the r%
position its present reputation. The ranger, ke
who is not particularly heavy on this ques-
tion, has left the game business to the war-—
den; and the very people who helped the
old ranger are raising hobs with the game.
Are the people of Canada any different?
These cases I have cited spell one thing
to me; The people want the game laws en-
forced and will give the keenest support to
any honest move to that end. Here again
we are confronted with the fact that the
Federal government must come to the front.
None of us can have any patience with those
who advocate that the Federal government
should follow the Province in this matter.
All the other Provinces in Canada do not
boast of an active and interested Minister
of Game and Fisheries. But we in Ontario
can, and Ontario will do her duty, but the
Federal government must stand ready in
game protection, just as she does in every-
thing else, to assist Ontario and every other
Province, where the Province is unable to
help itself.
In outlining a policy, then, let us consider
the game upon the same dollar-and-cent
basis as the domestic stock, and its actual
value to the public. In place of marking
time behind the Province let the Commission
of Conservation and Federal Government
point out means for better game laws, and
machinery to enforce them.
detrimental to water fowl foods, resulting in
‘the cultivation of duck-potato, celery and
rice, we cannot but appreciate the necessity
of conserving this animal, above many others,
particularly, around areas where its damages, _
in other ways, are of very little or no concern.
Show me a marsh area wherein the musk- —
rat has been totally exterminated, after two, —
three or four years and I will introduce you
to an area overgrown with bull-rushes and — Sh
various weeds which has resulted in the —
““crowding-out”’ of the valuable foods, as well
as the water, an area never again to be fre-
quented by duck, snipe, plover, yellow:
or other migratory game bird.
MATTERS PERTAINING TO CONSERVATION
For instance, there is a condition at Point
Pelee, well known to every sportsman in that
locality, where trapping of this animal, under
license, has not, in any way, been restricted
during the past few years with the result that
celery and rice, and other foods, are absent
and as a consequence the diving ducks, also
are absent. If the wanton squandering or
destruction of this animal is not immediately
curtailed, I predict that within three or four
years the valuable marsh areas of Point
Pelee, Rondeau Provincial Park and other
like, government controlled, areas will be
absolutely worthless as migratory wild fowl
propagation areas.
Some hunters complain that the northern
flight has passed their marsh this year. There
is nothing easier to explain than the reason
why. Marsh ducks, and some of our river
ducks that frequent the marshes, as often-
time explained by Mr. F. H. Conover of
Leamington, an authority on this subject,
in clear atmosphere will discern a rice field
two to three miles distant. If they do not
see their favorite foods they continue their
course until they do. Oftentimes a very
severe wind storm will cause younger birds
taking their first long-distance migratory
flight and experiencing their first stiff com-
bat with the elements to falter and descend
and, temporarily, rest around, or in, such
areas but immediately the storm has ceased
these few birds resume the flight onward
in search of their leaders, and food, and, thus,
leave the area, once more, desolate and the
hunter disgruntled. What is the conse-
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quence? Death to the fur-bearing muskrat
and death to legitimate sport with a shot-
gun. It also means much more.
With the advent of Government Bird and
Game Sanctuaries, all sportsmen and good
citizens will desire that the highest quality
of bird life be reared and raised which, neces-
sarily, means that the wild turkey must be
introduced, possibly in Essex County, first
to the Miner area, thence to Point Pelee,
Rondeau Park and other like areas. Are
we going to maintain the marshes of such
areas for the reception of the wild turkey
and other species that require marshy acreage
for their proper care and increase under
wholly natural conditions?
What are we all thinking of, anyway?
Are a great many thinking only of their own
personal pleasure and recreation with a gun?
If so protect the muskrat. Are a great many
thinking of the preservation of our migratory
wild fowl for the benefit of the masses as a
whole? If so preserve and protect the musk-
rat. Are we going to go stumbling ahead in
the development of a new era without giving
these “‘small’’ items our most careful and
serious thought? We must look, indeed,
a great distance into the future in the de-
velopment of a new food supply with a view
to reducing, to some extent, a high cost of
living similar to that of the present ~ day.
A three to five year close season on Muskrat
on these areas is absolutely necessary. After
that, if it is thought advisable, a careful and
systematic thinning-out by the Government
Game-Keeper will be quite sufficient.
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ON THE MIRAMICHI —
A Letter From a New Brunswick Sportsman Who
Fears The Extermination of the Moose
F. ARTHUR MACKENZIE
HE moose ques.ion has been brought
i to my notice very frequently during
the past two years. My own experience
with this noble monarch of the forest is not as
extensive as that of some others I know as
my first big game hunt only dates back about
ten years.
In the fall of 1911 a party of three, myself
and two others, took a trip right into the
heart of the moose country. During our trip
we secured two moose, both heads having
over forty-five inches of a spread. Moose
‘were very plentiful that year and we saw,
in all, fourteen of them. On one little plain
we saw nine inside of an hour. We came
home well satisfied with our trip.
The following year, 1912, we three were
hunting in the same place and after five days’
tramping we managed to find one cow moose,
probably it had come to that locality only
a short time before we did.
Where last year there were places, paths
and meadows that were all trodden down
by the moose this year there are only three
or four different tracks. The people living
in that section of the valley say the moose
just died through the winter. One man
told me he had examined a dead moose found
in the snow and could see no sign of a wound.
He came to the conclusion there was an
epidemic of some kind that had attacked
the moose that winter and put a large num-
ber of them out of business.
I understand that about every four or
five years there is a disease among our wild
rabbits but I never heard of a corresponding
) disease among the larger game. Information
as to this would be greatly appreciated by
the writer who hopes that some of the sports-
“men who read this will send in their views
to Rod and Gun for publication.
When speaking about the scarcity of the
moose in what was once the best big game
country in Canada (the Miramichi Valley)
several people have said that in one of the
farthest outlying settlements you can_ get
moose and deer meat all the year round. I
believe that myself. Even the hotels, I am
told, have had deer meat on their menus as
late as July and August. I should judge
there are about seven or eight hundred game
licenses issued at different places in the valley
and about ten per cent. of these people are
satisfied with one moose, about fifteen per
cent. get one or two deer, the rest probably
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or not.
Now, where are the moose going to? Are
they moving away from this valley or are
they being killed off the whole year round?
Some of the hunters, I am sorry to say, are
not particular whether they shoot a bull or
a cow moose.
Along a stretch of wooded country road
I saw in the fall of 1913 the heads of two cow
moose, one within half a mile of town. ;
This same fall I was back hunting in the
same vicinity and did not see a fresh moose
track during the trip.
Our moose in this valley are gradually
yes more than gradually, dying off or being
buffaloed.
The sooner people in this district wake up
to the fact that our moose, and game of other
kinds, will soon be extinct the quicker will
some relief come to the big game that a few
years ago was so plentiful. Now you may
roam the woods for a week and never see a
sign of the monarch of the forest. y,
Recently a New Brunswick hunter was
fined $50 for shooting a moose before he had
procured his license. How many cases,
wonder, are there like this?) The hunter,
(not, however, the true lover of hunting big
game in his natural haunts), shoots his game
and if he can get it home after dark without
any one seeing him he forgets to get the —
license. One of my friends told me that
a short time ago while having a talk with a
lumberman this man tcld him he could show
the carcasses of at least ten moose from which
ten to twenty-five pounds had been taken
away and the rest left to feed the crows and
the foxes.
I, myself, think it is the duty of every lover
of true sport to inform on such people when
a case is brought up right under one’s nose,
as is often the case in outlying settlements.
Since 1912 there has not been a moose shot
in the district where in 1911 I saw fourteen.
Who is to blame for the extermination of these
moose? Certainly not the ten per cent.who
get their moose legally and in a sportsmanlike
manner but the men who get their moose
and then forget to get their licenses. ~~
The game wardens cannot be all over the
woods at the same time so it is up tothe
people themselves to preserve what few
moose we have left or in a few years they will __
be as scarce as flies when the thermometer
is 40 degrees below zero. ‘a
THE TROUT OF THE WEST
ROBERT PAGE LINCOLN
Introductory.
T has for a long time been the
| object of the present writer to
deal carefully and _ judiciously
with the trout that are found in the
western portion of the continent: a
subject that has not been dealt with
as thoroughly as it should. If there
has been any illumination cast upon
the subject it has been rather scant,
and although in story and article
the virtues of these trout have been
commented upon, still not much of
the history of the various western
trout, the various species, has found -
its way into print. If we are to
study the subject’ of trout fishing
carefully, we would find that the
speckled brook trout, or charr as
it is better known, has received about
nine-tenths of the attention of the
writers. It is with most of them
the brook trout or no trout at all.
True, I will admit that the speckled
brook trout is the leader of them all,
but I rather believe it-is thought so
by all because of the fact that it has
been so consistently angled for to
the almost absolute exclusion of all
others. We are therefore liable to
let our feelings and praise go to the
most popular trout and the brook
trout being that one, naturally we
have concentrated upon him—and
we have in portions of the continent
so concentrated upon that one speci-
men that they are gradually being
wiped out of existence. On the other
hand, let us look at the case of Eng-
land, and the British Isles. Here
they have for their universal well-
loved trout the so-called brown trout.
The words they speak in praise of
this fish are about equal in fervour
to what we speak in this country for
the brook trout—it is their national
standby. But in this country the
brown trout (Salmo fario) met with
the coolest of receptions, and has
been dubbed a murderer of other
trouts, and a general all-round nuis-
ance; to stock a stream here with
brown trout means that only brown
trout will survive, that all other
trouts therein will be decimated by
the finny brother from over the
waters. So we can easily see that
it is the fish we concentrate our atten-
tion upon that is given the most
publicity. Naturally, therefore, the
brook trout, or charr, has received
the greatest attention and is our
national fish, as far as writings,
beauty, etc., are concerned. Butasa
matter of fact the speckled brook
trout, or charr, is not one-third as
largely angled for as the other trouts,
and at the same time they are the
least spoken of in print. True, thou-
sands are annually out and catch fine
numbers of other trout besides the
speckled brook trout, but when it
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comes to print, the speckled brook already know the fish. ‘The dni |
trout always seems to lead, and the
other trouts are in the decided min-
ority. We have so concentrated on
the brook trout all our attention, all
our lovely phrases and write-ups that
the other trout are lost to view. And
the western part of the country there-
fore suffers in proportion, allowing
the eastern writers to do all the pub-
licity work. On the other hand, some
of the best trout fishing in this coun-
try is found in the mountains of the
west; amid the most picturesque sur-
roundings; surrounded by a lively
glamour and fascination that the
eastern part of the country is often
very much lacking in. At the same
time the trout fishing in the west is
abundant;—there are places in Brit-
ish Columbia I know of where the
mere flicking of any old fly to the
surface of the water will call out a
matter of twenty-five or thirty trout,
and large fellows at that. This is a
rare delight and a pleasurable sensa-
tion to say the least. Often, too, the
indiscriminate angler takes advantage
of this fine condition of affairs and
catches ten times more than he can
use in camp and invariably leaves
it to rot. How long the fine trout
fishing in the west will last I do not
know but certain it is that if the in-
discriminate fishermen are allowed
the run of things it will before long
be a thing of the past.
What I am undertaking in this
series of articles you will readily
understand. Iam giving the history,
etc., of the western trout my strict
attention—shedding a little more
than ordinary light on the subject,
something that has not to date been
carefully undertaken. The trout
found in the western country make
a big figure indeed; they add much
to the singular charm of the outdoor
world in the west, and as far as the
angling for them is concerned I can-
not see that it can be equalled any-
where, the brook trout to the con-
trary. Ihave striven in these various
articles to place the identity of the
various trouts of the west comprehen-
sively before the readers of this maga-
zine, and no doubt a fish can be recog-
nized and be identified by the various
descriptions if the reader: does not
data, etc., is more or less exe
as far as investigation can make it;
and the historic features are treated
carefully, always from the viewpoint |
of truth. Were my own views and
findings to be set down it would make ©
rather a partial display;—and it has
been proven consistently in such af-
fairs as this that the most lively and
enhancing article is one wherein many
men are represented—their findings
being given due consideration. Such
quotations enrich the whole and make
it complete, if these quotations are
handled carefully, as I shall try and
handle them. At the same time I
shall give some pointers on tackle
best fitted for use in the mountain
waters and the large fish that one
stands in liability of running across.
I have known cases where light tackle
has been shattered in a fight with
a large fish;—then again light tackle
has come out triumphant: In the
following chapters you will find when,
how and what to use—as I shall
describe to the best of my ability.
It would be a great pleasure to list
with these articles places where one
would find the best fishing, but the
mere fact that these streams are
innumerable, all of them contain-
ing some trout would make it a
task indeed that is hard to cope with.
In preparing a series of articles
such as I am now attempting, a
scientific grouping, or classification of
fishes holds both a practical and
sentimental value. The practical man
figures that he can do without the
technical points and wants the bare
facts, easily understood,—but it has
always been wise to include the scien-
tific portions to make the whole care-
fully complete. In the rudimentary
stage of the angler’s development the
catching of the fish seems to entirely —
hold his attention riveted, to the
exclusion of the faculty of distinguish-
ing one specie or species from another.
To catch the fish is then the first
step, and to become proficient in the
taking of that fish is a second step—
but after all of these points have been
mastered, (not completely, for the
angler always has much to learn),
then will come the eventual desire to a
know the trout themselves, their lives _
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and the distinguishing characteristics
t provide to the angler a likely
At that
some species of fishes are hard to tell
from others. Forget the fact that
there are experts who can at a glance,
tellany fish. Thisisnottrue. Even
so-called experts are often baffled by
specimens taken out of waters wherein
the coloration and body features of
the trout may have become marked-
THE STEELHEAD TROUT OR HARDHEAD
TROUT
(Salmo gairdneri)
To say that the steelhead trout
is one of the most important trout
found in the western waters is not
exaggerating the proposition in the
least, for this trout has long and
consistently held a record that has in
no way diminished in late years.
There is a reason for this, for the
steelhead trout is a fish with a great
deal of fight tied up under his trim
skin, and taken at the end of a strain-
ing leader in some rushing stream
he is a match for the best disciple
of Walton that may be found extant.
The steelhead trout ranks among the
king-pins of them all, and for that
reason I am here listing him first in
this category which I shall try to
make as interesting as such things
may be made. At the same time
the steelhead trout is the least known
of them all—has been dwelt upon
the least, even though he is able to
make a mark for himself every time
the demand is out. As one interest-
ing writer has stated:
“The better I become acquainted
with the steelhead trout the more I
wonder why this splendid North Am-
erican game fish has been so sadly
neglected and kept in the background.
Probably this is due in a great meas- _
ure to the restricted natural habitat
of this species and the fact that when
compared to the number of those
who angle for brook trout or black
bass, very few indeed have ever had
the opportunity to come into actual
combat with this finny warrior. Why
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ly changed. Coloration
in various fishes in various waters
owing to food, environmental condi-
tions; i.e., the clay, loam or sandy
bottoms of brooks, rivers and strean
all serve to have their effect upon the ©
coloration of the trout. I may be
forgiven for many exceptions I have
taken in these following articles, but
it has all been done with the hope to
preserve a unity of the whole. —
its distribution over the United States
and especially so over the West has
not been, more general, is something __
that I cannot understand. The East- Be
ern brook trout has been fairly well .
scattered by the Bureau of Fisheries
into the Western States, and the ~
rainbow trout of the Pacific slope,
planted by hundreds of millions in
the lakes and streams of the East;
but the steelhead trout, which I be-
lieve to be a far superior gamefish
to either, has, with but few excep- ~~
tions been confined to those waters ,
to which it is native.” ns
One reason has been advanced for
the fact that the steelhead trout is .
not widely scattered and planted in t
the eastern waters. That reason is ;
that the planting of the steelhead
trout is considered by some authori-
ties as being detrimental to the wel-
fare of other fish; that the steelhead
trout like the rainbow kill off fry
and fingerlings, etc., of the speckled
brook trout. That, in a phrase, is
the reason held out by fish com- h
missions why the steelhead trout is 1
not given a wider distribution. But ;
I would like to have some rea! proof
to go by if that is to be accepted as
the truth.
The steelhead trout is known in
scientific parlance as Salmo rivularis,
also as Salmo-gairdneri, also as a
salmon, salmon trout and hardhead
trout. But the most common name
is steelhead, by which it is universally _
known throughout the West. The ~
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steelhead trout is what is termed
a salmon trout, and is one of the true
trouts of this continent. The brook
trout is not a trout at all but a so-
called charr, which has often been
pointed out. On the other hand the
steelhead trout has often been dubbed
a salmon, but the steelhead is no
more a salmon than the speckled
brook charr is a trout. It is a fact
that the steelhead spends a great deal
of its time in the ocean and ascends
the rivers along the western coast to
spawn and for this reason it is thought
to be a salmon, only in another color
and form. The range and general
stamping ground of the steelhead
trout is along the Pacific coast; in the
Pacific itself and in the waters, the
rivers that flow into it all the way
from the Sespe River, near Los An-
geles, in California to Skagway, the
northermost point in Alaska. It can
be seen by this that its range is greater
than that of the various salmon, and
it is more or-less a very adventurous
fish, though partaking to a vast ex-
tent of the habits of the salmon, in
many cases being quite identical to
the salmon in every respect. As a
commercial proposition the steelhead
_ trout is an enhancing one to say the
least and is now being eagerly sought
after by the market fishers and net-
ters. The high price of beef has
made the fishing industry one of
immense proportions and the taking
of the steelhead trout therefore has
not been neglected. Commercially,
- most steelhead trout for market are
_ shipped in cold storage.
but an inconsiderate portion of the
_steelheads are ever canned—if any.
However,
Jordan comments that—‘‘Its bones
are much more firm than those of
_ the salmon—a trait unfavourable for
- canning purposes.
- not spent after spawning is excellent.
_ The steelhead does not die after
_ spawning, as all the Pacific salmon
The flesh when
do; the spent fish abound in the
rivers in the spring at the time of
the salmon-run.”’
During the past years there have
been many discussions to the effect
that .the steelhead trout and the
rainbow trout are one and the same,
yet there is no significant truth to
this, although the present writer will
admit that there are splints i
— taken range all the way from two to
These peculiar,
specimens, rainbow and. steelh
put side by side do look immense!
alike. Remarks one writer: bea
“It is thought by some anglers that
the young fish hatched in the brooks _
from eggs of the steelhead remain in ;
mountain streams from six to thirty-
six months, going down to the sea
with the high waters of spring, after
which they return to spawn as typical
steelhead trout. I now regard this ‘ql
view as. unfounded. In my experi-
ence the rainbow and the steelhead h
are always distinguishable: the steel- ‘a
head abounds where the rainbow a
trout is unknown; the scales in the ¥
steelhead are always smaller, (about
155), than in the typical rainbow 4
trout; finally, the small size of the ;
head in the steelhead is always dis- 4
tinctive.” j
As far as weight is concerned the q
steelhead cuts quite a figure though a
the average steelhead taken is not a
very large fish, and those taken on
the artificia! fly are surely not in
the over-grown class; it is the sport- a
ive, young steelheads that cut most 4
of a figure as individuals for the “d
angler to conjure with—though the
larger steelheads are often easily tak- a
en at trolling. The largest steelhead
will not go over twenty pounds in
weight. I have heard of one that
heavy. Twelve pounds is another
height reached. The average fish
six pounds in weight.
The coloration of the steelhead
trout is readily distinguishable. The
back is a dark olive. Along the
lateral line there is a rosy hue which .
blends into the silvery sheen of the .
underparts. The dotting on the tail a
(or caudal fin) and on the dorsal ya
(or back fin) are very evenly set in ;
rows. The anal fin also partakes of &
these even set dottings. These dot- a
tings are also found on the head and
cheeks, and are really dots, but on
the body they are not dots. Rather
it is a matter of two or three short
marks side by side, looking like tracks.
and distinguishing
markings are widely scattered over ~—
the whole body—fairly peppered with ag
them, both above and below the
lateral lines. The steelhead trout is a i
easily distinguished from other trout
by the side by side streak-markings,
which do not obtain in other trout,
also from the fact that the body is
proportionately trim, and slim, and
from the fact that the head is very
small in proportion to the rest of the
body. Coloration is of course differ-
ent when we judge fresh water or
land-locked specimens of the steel-
head species and sea-run specimens.
One writer holds that:
‘In structure, coloring, habits and
general appearance the steelhead,
when in fresh water, very closely
resembles its near relative—the rain-
bow trout. There has been consider-
able controversy over these two fish,
and many still claim that the steel-
head is simply the sea-run form of
the rainbow trout. The typical rain-
bow trout and the others of the rain-
bow series, even though sea-run and
bright silvery in coloration, can al-
ways be distinguished as rainbows;
and the steelhead, whether in salt
water or land-locked for twenty years
in an inland lake, always remains a
true steelhead. The steelhead, both
in fresh and salt water, is usually
more silvery, is much slimmer and
more symmetrical in shape, and the
black spots or markings are very
much smaller and more irregular in
shape than in the rainbow. In the
land-locked forms where both species
inhabit the same waters each type
holds true to its original shape, ap-
_ pearances and habits year after year,
and generation after generation. To
distinguish the steelhead from the
; rainbow there are several reliable
methods of which the following two
are perhaps the best: In the typical
steelhead the dorsal fin is always
located farther forward than in the
rainbow. If the distance from in
front of the dorsal fin to the end of
the snout is quite a little less than
from this same point to the end of
the fleshy part of the body or be-
ginning of the tail, then the fish is
quite certain to be a steelhead, for
/in the rainbow these measurements
are about equal. In the steelhead
the length of the head from the tip
of the snout to the end of the
gills’ cover is always more than
four and one half times the entire
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end of fleshy part of the body, whil
in the rainbow this measurement i
always less than four and one hal
times.” 5 .
The above is set down merely to
show how scant is the difference be-
tween the two species—so scant that —
there is hardly, at times, any differ-
ence, but there is really a compara-
tive difference if studied carefully. “<
There is a sub-species of the steel-
head that is principally found in Brit-
ish Columbia that easily ranks as one
of the most beautiful of the kind.
This sub-species is known as the
Kamloops trout (Salmo-rivularis-kam-
loops), found in the Kamloops, Okan-
agan, Kootenai and other waters of
British Columbia. Jordan addition-
ally remarks about this sub-species:
“It is locally abundant and is a
fine large trout, slender in form, grace- a
ful in appearance, and movement,
somewhat different from the common |
steelhead, but not distinguished by By
any technical character of importance
and probably intergrading fully with
the latter. It is a very fine game
fish which is taken chiefly by trolling
with a spoon. The color of this fish
is dark olive above, bright silvery
below.—the silvery color extending
some distance below the lateral line,
where it ends abruptly; the middle
of the side has a broad light-rose col-
ored band, covering about one-third
the total depth of the fish; the back
above has small black dots about the
size of pin-heads, irregularly scatter-
ed, and somewhat more numerous
posteriorly; there are a few faint
spots on top of the head; dorsal and
caudal fins are rather thickly covered
with small black spots similar to
those on the back, but more distinct.
A few spots are on the adipose fin
which is edged with blackish; lower
fins plain; upper border of pectoral,
dusky; a vague, dusky blotch on the
upper middle rays of the anal.”
There are two other sub-species of
the steelhead trout found in the state
of Washington, namely the so-called a
Crescent trout (Salmo-rivularis-cres- Be
centis), found in Lake Crescent, Clal- 3.
lam County, Washington. The most fan
important member found in this lake,
however, is the blue-black trout, ~
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known as the Beardslee trout (Salmo-
rivularis-beardsleei). It has been held
that there is another, a third sub-
species of the steel-head trout found
inthis beautiful lake, namely, the
long-headed trout (Salmo-rivularis-
bathaecetor), but it is a member that
is little known. The latter named
species rarely if ever comes to the
surface of the lake to feed, and is only
caught by lines sunken deep to the
bottom of the lake. As a matter of
fact all of the various trout in this
lake must needs be fished for deep,
with cut bait, minnows, or the never-
failing trolling spoon. These three
sub-species are never (as far as I have
been able to ascertain), taken on the
artificial fly for the reason that they
rarely come to the surface, or in to
shore. With these latter three trout
we are not overly interested save in
mentioning their position in a part-
scientific manner.
The steelhead trout lives a great
deal of its life in the ocean, and is,
in many respects like the salmon.
He is anadromous, which is to say
that he spends part of his time in
the ocean and part in fresh water,
when he is spawning Practically
most of its life, that is, the life of
the average sea-run steelhead, is spent
in the ocean, along the shores and in
the bays and in and around the
-- mouths of rivers where the feed is
good. And, like the salmon of the
various species and the chinook sal-
mon, or royal salmon in special, the
steelhead runs up fresh-water streams
to cast its spawn, after which it will
return again to the ocean to await the
urgent call for reproduction the next
spawning season. However the breed=
ing or spawning season of the steel-
head depends greatly upon the lo-
cality itisin. Asarule it is a spring
spawning fish. Says an entertaining
writer, Mr. W. M. Keil:
“Tt is a spring spawning fish,
though the runs of ascending fish and
_ the breeding season vary greatly in
different localities. In the southern
waters and in those rivers which are
of short length, the runs are in the
early spring, and the eggs maturing
rapidly are deposited some weeks
later. The heaviest run of the steel-
heads in the Columbia River, (Wash-
ington), is from the last of
until the middle of Novembe Re
as they have to ascend the river ~
and its tributaries many hundreds
of miles before reaching suitable
spawning grounds, the actual breed-
ing season is not until the following
April or May. It is while in the
lower reaches of these rivers, and
fresh run from the sea, that this fish
is in its finest condition and they
are then taken in immense numbers
by the commercial fishermen.”
Like the salmon the steelhead trout
are preyed upon by parasites in the
fresh water, and they are often hor-
rible looking sights, when they come -
out, to say the least. When they
first go up the rivers they are in full
command of a vivid beauty; the silver
with which they are overcast never
shines more beautifully than now,
and the rosy coloration takes on
shape. \It is at this stage that the
steelhead takes the fly or the spoon
with marked avidity, and sets up a
fight that is exceptional to say the
least. But they gradually lose their
beauty and some specimens actually
become monstrosities, repulsive and
unsightly. As far as I have been
able to learn they are like the salmon,
in the respect that they refuse food
later on, and that their stomachs be-
come useless till again they reach salt-
water. Says that well-known Can- —
adian naturalist, Bonnycastle Dale:
‘In December we found these fish
full of eggs, and milt, running up the
spawning streams and rivers. Alas!
where were the silver sides and beauty
forms? These steelheads were now
discolored so that they actually were
black as coal, all formed by the fresh
water they played and starved in.
Even these time-starved, and tired,
egg and milt laden fish have the
instinct to jump left in them. This
instinct now comes into operation
simply to try and rid themselves of
the great number of sea-lice that have |
attached themselves to their inert ~
bodies.” a
But unlike the salmon of the vari-
ous species, most of which die after _
they have spawned, the steelhead —
trout makes its bedraggled way over —
the rushing rivers, back to the sag
and it generally reaches the sea hs g
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ad. But once in the salt water
the curative process is begun, and
some months after, the steelhead
~comes out of the ordeal just as trim,
and beautiful as ever, all the past
unpleasant tendencies having dis-
appeared, till once again, heeding the
call of Nature to reproduce, they
enter the freshwater rivers and are
waylaid by the billions of parasites.
The virtues of the steelhead as
something for the angler to conjure
. with have been sung in print by many
aman, and true it is’ the steelhead
trout is one of the best fighting speci-
mens, bar none, found on this con-
tinent, and all the words of praise
one has to offer are not too much.
To angle for the: steelhead trout,
either in lake (in the land-locked
form) or in the rivers up and down
the Pacific coast, is to realize some-
thing that is extraordinary in its
appeal. Many writers have spoken
their views in this respect. Says
Dale:
“Seldom, if ever, have I landed a
steelhead of good size in less than
half an hour with light tackle. Of
all the fish I have played in either
ocean of this continent or in its lakes
and rivers, I can truly say the steel-
head is the gamiest. You can always
tell the trout from the salmon by the
method of jumping. The salmon
strike the water in any position, fall-
ing usually belly or side first. The
‘trout, on the contrary, always des-
cend into the water head first.”’ And,
says Keil: “‘Comparing the rainbow
trout with the steelhead trout as to
their game qualities is almost as diffi-
cult as telling the two species apart
when in the yearling stages. In
swiftly running streams I do not
think the steelhead has anything on
the rainbow, but in the still waters
of inland lakes there is no question
but that the steelhead far outfights
its scrappy cousin, and rises much
more readily to the artificial lure.
All things considered, I really believe
the steelhead trout to be the hardest
fighting salmonid in the world. One
real, sound, logical reason for this
belief is the fact that it is the most
nervous and excitable of all the species
handled by fishcultural operations.
The other reasons you'll know when
FISHING NOTES ~
you have hooked fast to one. It
a free-rising fish, taking the artificial
fly in both lake and stream when
conditions are favourable for this
method of fishing.
where the water, even on the surface,
stays fairly cool during the warmer — Bh:
weather, fy-fishing will prove suc-
cessful throughout the summer. If
the surface water becomes so warm
that they cannot come up into this
higher temperature, then of course
deep trolling, or still fishing, must be
resorted to in order to locate the fish.
When hooked this fish makes at once
for the surface, where it leaps re-
peatedly clear of the water, shaking
itself madly in an attempt to throw
the hook. Its fighting tactics are all
its own, and its many unlooked-for
and eccentric rushes will keep the
most finished disciple of Walton on
the jump from the time it is hooked
ae safe within the creel or the
oat.”
There can be little doubt that the
steelhead measures up with the best
trout of this continent, a verdict
I am willing to stand by with know-
ledge from experience. Taken upon
the fly-rod there is such sport con-
nected with the process as to leave
no doubts in the mind about it. As
I have previously mentioned it is the
younger fish, from two to six or eight
pounds that are most often taken
on the fly, and the sport assured is
spectacular indeed. ‘There are some
skilled users of the bamboo rod who
are not afraid to go up against the
largest clipping steelhead with a light
weight appliance. Yet, as a general
rule, the average angler would do
well to-furnish himself with a strong
rod, of say, six to seven ounces weight,
or even more if the angler is not deft
The six and a half ounce rod has
always been my selection for the
steelhead trout, as in the Californian
streams. And that, of course, goes
for pretty near any streams along
the Pacific coast, where, of course
the steelhead principally, and almost
alone, has its range and distribution.
A rod of steel, as a fly-casting tool
is an affair to which you should give
the best of your attention—for a
rugged steel warrior is almost always
in demand. There are many of the
In those lakes — i
solid wood rods, too, ip for pietaee
the greenheart) that should not fail
to have your attention, for they have
always proven their worth in actual
fighting. But, mainly, remember, no
matter what sort of a rod you get,
_ get one that has some backbone to
it, for you should always bear in
mind the fact that in fishing along
rugged, rapid, swift streams the nat-
ural conditions of the strain are all
against you and worth in a rod is
therefore eminent indeed. At the
same time this rod that you purchase
for steelhead trout will do you for
all sorts of all-round mountain fish-
ing in the west. And a Six, or six
and one half, or seven ounce trout
rod is my recommendation. Don’t
try using the light wands of bamboo
on mountain streams unless you are
an expert in that light tackle game.
It will cause you much ill luck. I
speak these words here for I have
often seen throughout the west rods
in use that are far too light for these
rugged places and streams.
A good, strong, tapered, enameled
line is a demand for steelhead trout
fishing; though I will say nothing
against the level calibered line, the
line that is the same thickness all
the way along its length. But one
should always see to it that he has
a good, durable, trustworthy line to
his credit—for some of the fishing
in western streams is a stiff proposi-
tion to say the least. Remember
then to have a tapered and enameled
line. As for a leader material I can
not help but suggest the Telerana
| Nova, which is so far above ordinary
gut in durability, etc., that it stards
foremost. A six foot length is by
far the best. Flies used in steelhead
trout fishing need not be a copy of
anything natural in insect form—
for the steelhead trout is not dis-
criminating. I have no doubt but
that the Gove flies would bring excep-
tional results on mountain streams.
The bass size flies are used with good
success, and those a trifle smaller in
the more quiet pools. It is the best
plan to use only one fly, a lead fly,
and to play that skillfully. The prac-
tice is very common in the Western
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country of using only o see
never more than two. You play t
fly much the same way as in 0 uy
trout fishing; employing much the ¥
same tactics. The fly is put Peer bf:
upstream and across and is given
the necessary lifelike animation that
proves such an irresistible fascina-
tion. In the pools you will find
them, and especially beside large
boulders, and at the foot of rapids.
Naturally ‘one must use the same
degrees of caution that one uses in
trout fishing in general. The steel-
head trout is well known to be flighty,
easily frightened, and the first glim-
mer of human presence will send
them scooting for safety. In my
estimation there is only one sort of
reel for mountain fishing, and steel-
head fishing in particular and that
is a good-automatic reel. I have
known times where many a good fish
has been saved merely because I had
an automatic reel. The trouble with
the ordinary single-action reel is that
it cannot be manipulated with con-
sistent ease: but how different with
the automatic. You simply touch
the trigger, or lever, and the thing
eats up the slack line. In the rush-
ing rivers, after steelheads, I have
proven the utter beauty and ability
of the automatic, having used that
same automatic on rainbows in the
north with the best degree of success.
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Steelhead trout are also trolled for
in the ocean and in the large rivers,
and in and around the river mouths.
A good Bristol bait-casting rod is
then a good thing, especially for
trolling and casting purposes. A.
glittering Skinner spoon will call out
the big fellows, and my selection for —
the purpose has always been a Num-
ber 5 or 7 Skinner. In the likely
pools you may cast the spoon here
and there with success; and in the
broad waters you may troll for them
in the places you are sure they stay.
Between the two methods, however,
I cannot say that the trolling method ~
has anything on the highly favour- —
able fly-casting method. There are ~
times when the steelheads take a
fly exceptionally well. a
and by the medium of the pen
have essayed to describe the joys
and pleasures of angling. And how
well too, they have succeeded in that
task—for task it surely is. To be
able to state better than your fellow
man has stated some of the witcheries
of the great pastime of angling is
surely an endeavour that reaches an
enviable height. True, there has
been much sentimentality wasted in
the endeavour to reach that height.
I will admit that. But it is as I have
always stated a beautiful sentimen-
tality, that has Nature, the woods,
the waters, the trees and the open
blue skies in the heavens above as
its theme. And anyone who lives
in touch with things such as these
is surely living as a man really should
and gaining immeasurably by his
life. ‘There is a depth of philosophy
in everything that breathes of Na-
ture. There is no work of Nature
but reflects some gigantic perfection
that we directly take our lessons from,
and seek to imitate. The ease and
freedom of Nature we are able to
imitate; and all nature-philosophers
do. Mark the life of Walton and
all others, immortal and otherwise.
Freedom! That is the word. Na-
ture is just that; angling, the wetting
of a good line, is the key to the store-
house, and those who follow the curv-
es and silver pathways of many rivers
and dazzling streams are indeed
‘among the honored and content.
There is a purpose in it all and that
purpose, once realized, is never for-
gotten. Fixed on the mind’s eye,
always, you will find the days of
angling—they are as much a part of
the body as the soul. The sun re-
flects from these upon your thoughts.
The kind pathways, the cool river
retreats, the lazy afternoons, the
i voluminous soliloquies, the soft, new-
born grass, and the river incessantly
spinning its golden tunes—these
___. things are palpable facts. The prime
-___ restoratives;—we return to them in
our quiet hours and gather a-fresh
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the triumphs of the days gone and
the days and hours to come in the
future. Oe:
Angling is the keynote of it all— —
the open door through which we step _
into a pleasure-land of much reality. —
Here on the river’s brink we canstand
and talk for hours, addressing the
moss-fringed rocks, the flowers, the
trout in their cool retreats, and feel
the great weight of mental and physi-
cal oppression drop from the shoul-
ders as a gigantic load. Here one
talks, and speculates aloud; he will
change to another fly, smiling to
think that by playing that fly in that
pool, just off of that grotesque boul-
der a large trout may, like as not,
break surface with that barb in his -
lip some few moments later. Such
silent plottings go on;—and a pileated
woodpecker drums away on, hisold
rampike perch; a ridiculous porcupine
ambles crudely, stolidly, fearlessly
along the river’s brink; birds shrill
after him; a mother partridge in the
woods is marshalling out her brood,
and by her twittering, and flopping
on the ground you know that her ~
whole heart is standing still to think 4
that you may be a home desecrator. a.
The pebbles and sands of the shingle “1
are fine and companionable. You ES
stretch yourself out lazily, head pil
lowed against a boulder and you
light the new load of tobacco. You ;
try to recall if you ever were any ;
happier than at that very moment,
but you cannot remember such a vf
time. The smoke curls up from the :
briar. A breath from the balsam ¥
and spruce comes down to you in
between and you are grateful to think
that it is not a wafting of coal-smoke.
Here you are, helplessly free. After
a while you will continue easily up
the river, cast a few flies and take in
a few more speckled dandies and then
return to camp; but now—now you
are grateful to stretch out at grateful
ease, after your months of gruelling
labor, and let Time take care of it-
self. The freshness and charm of —
everything, in and around you, more i yu
bo mae ry as
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and more gathers itself about the
fancy, until, strangely, you have for-
gotten the city streets, the smoke-
stained buildings, the clamor and clan-
gor; the swarms of blank faced peo-
ple, treading by you. Somehow it
all retreats; apparently a million years
separate you from your past life, the
life from which you parted only two
weeks previous. Such is the com-
plete change,—a wrenching away
from hidehound things, colorless
things, empty things;—brazen in-
consistencies that are as hollow as a
drum!
A correspondent in New York has
written me for some information
through the columns of this maga-
zine in regard to the eel,—saying in
part that he does not remember hav-
ing seen, in all his life, any more than
five hundred words in any one piece
of writing regarding the eel. He
wonders if I could give him and the
readers of this magazine some reliev-
ing lights on the subject.
i In line with the above it is really
strange how so many members of our
fishes get little or no publicity, when
they really are worthy of it in every
sense of the word. At the time I
received this letter with its questions
I sat for a long time and tried to think
of where I had seen something on
eels in the magazines but I could
not exactly answer what it was I had
read on the subject.
The common eel (Anguilla chris-
ypa) is the eel that we have upon this
continent, and it is more or less widely
distributed over an appreciable area.
Over its body more hands annually
slip and slide and lose their hold than
upon any other. It has a generous
distribution. But it is not the only
eel attached to this continent as
some writers have stated. In the
eastern portion of the United States
there is another member of this snake-
like fish species known as the conger
eel (Leptocephalus conger). -. However
it is not a freshwater eel, and stays
most of the time, if not all of the time,
This eel is scaleless;
whereas the common eel has what
might be called scales. The conger
eel is highly valued as a food. The
common eel is, however, the eel that
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garding the eel.
“It is only within the last few years
that the life history of the eel has
been completely worked out. By
many it is supposed to be an inhabi-
tant of salt water, but the contrary
is true;—it is a freshwater denizen
that must needs visit salt water to
spawn. Such fishes are called cata-
dromous species, and their movements
at spawning time are the opposite of
anadromous fishes, those that seek
fresh water to spawn, like the shad
and the salmon. For centuries the
method of reproduction wasa mystery.
Aristotle stated that eels were sexless
and came from ges entera, the entrails
of the sea. Some have thought that
this meant earthworms, but be that
as it may, the statement was accept-
ed wholly, or in part, for two thou-
sand years. Pliny claimed that young
eels sprang from the slime and frag-
ments of skin which comes off when
eels rub against the rocks, hardly less
absurd. Not until the eighteenth
century—in 1777—did scientists suc-
ceed in discovering ovaries, which
discovery was accomplished by an_
Italian naturalist.
The search for the male eel was
little less prolonged, Dr. Syrski mak-
ing the discovery in 1873. When we
take into consideration the spawning
‘habits of the eel and the superstitious
tales connected with the fish perhaps
there is little wonder the discovery
of sexes was so tardy. However, one
has little trouble in determining the
sexes to-day.”
There is little or no doubt but that
the greater number of the common
eel, the eel under discussion, go to the
salt water to spawn. That has been
ascertained as a fact. But it is not
conclusively true that all of them go
to the salt water; some surely stay
and spawn in fresh water. During
the spawning season when they go
down to the sea multitudes may be
counted. But the eel does not travel
by day; it is all night work, the largest
the midnight hour.
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with that specimen that we are here
number going forward in and around
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generally do not go out where the
water is really briny salt, but rather
linger where the salt water is plenti-
fully mixed and moderated by the
fresh-water. There is a liability that
these eels of both sexes stay in this
semi-salt water for a period of a
month or two till they become sex-
ually mature. Then the females spawn
in nests or beds; the male impregnates
these eggs and the duty is fulfilled.
As a queer part of Nature’s scheme
(something of which we witness in
the case of the Salmon of the Pacific
coast), both the male and female eel
die after the act of procreation; thus
death ends the spawning act.
When the young eels are sufficiently
large enough they go up the rivers
and streams in great numbers, and
stay of course their allotted time
till they too are asked to heed the
call of reproduction. The young eels
are possessed of an activity that is
remarkable. If they reach an ob-
stacle in the streams they cannot pass
by water, they actually crawl out and
squirm around by land. In wet
grass they can do this, but naturally
they are greatly handicapped. Of
the eels that try to get by Niagara
Falls, Spenser Fullerton Baird has
remarked:
“In the spring and summer the
visitor who enters under the sheet of
water at the foot of the falls will be
astonished at the enormous numbers
of young eels crawling over the slip-
pery rocks and squirming in the
seething whirlpools. An estimate of
hundreds of wagon-loads, as seen in
the course of the perilous journey
referred to, would hardly be consider-
ed excessive by those who have visited
the spot at a suitable season of the
year. At other times large eels may
be seen on their way downstream,
although naturally they are not as
conspicuous then as are the hosts of
the young on their way up-stream.
Nevertheless it is now a well-assured
fact that the eels are catadromous,
that is, that the old descend the
watercourses to the salt water to
spawn, and the young, (at least of
the female sex), ascend them to enjoy
life in the fresh water.” *
Among the fishes surely the eel is
one of the wonders, which is saying
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the least. It is a fish in every
of the word. Many people, howe
persist in believing that an eel
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nothing more or less than a snake in ~
another form. The slime that covers —
the body of an eel has been the talk
of the centuries; there is nothingin
the world quite so slippery. To take —
hold of an eel with the barehandsand ~~
really retain one’s hold is an im- ~
possibility. No writer within my —
recollection has so well commented
upon eel slime as has Charles Hallock,
the distinguished angling-author. He
says:
“Eel slime!
for it. It is slicker than goose grease
and as sticky as fly-paper. Did you
ever try to turn a door-knob with
your hands soaped? It didn’t turn,
did it? But you could let go just
the same? “Well, eel slime sticks
while it slips. It is fast and loose
at the same time. It holds on while
it lets go. Its ambiguity is as queer
as the Irishman’s frog which stands
up when it sits down. You cannot
more unsnarl a coiled line with an
eel in it than you can eat soup with
a fork. If you are new to eels, or
eels are new to you, you are likely
to persist in the effort until you are
as hopelessly involved as a fly ina
web. The eel will thread loops and
bights faster than you can open them
out. He will thrust his head through
one ganglion and his tail through
another and then tie himself’ into a
running bowline, and reeve himself
through the turn of the knot and
come out both ways at once. And
your hands are getting slippier and
stickier all the time. You cannot
hold on to the eel, and the line won’t
let go of your fingers. Your only
recourse is to cut it off as close to
the snarl as you can and throw the
whole mess overboard. But one can
seldom get off so easily. Voila!
When the line has taken several turns
around the painter, and over and un-
der the cleats, and through the handle
of the water-jug, and over both oars,
the only alternatives are, either to
knock the boat to pieces, or cut
everything loose with your jack-knife.
Of course the knife is in your pocket
for, being a novice, you haven't Dd
thought to leave it handy on the
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hide arabic
thwart, and the quandary is how to
get it out and open without daubing
your clothes and the knife, and split-
ting your thumb-nail. In any event
there can be but one solution to the
gordian knot, and one series of re-
sults, and these are a much-soiled
suit, a spoiled holiday, an irrepressible
eel and a score of two-feet lengths
of cut line useless for shoestrings
and not strong enough for reef
points.”
The above hardly exaggerates the
situation at all. Anyone who has
taken any concern in eel-fishing knows
what that slippery customer is. The
present writer knows of only one
way of getting a good hold on an eel.
That is to have a good coating of
coarse sand on the hands; this will
resist the slime, at least for a time
till a new coating of sand is intro-
duced. It has been suggested that
by rolling the eel in wood ashes the
slime will be killed. But this has
been recommended for use when one
- goes about skinning the catch—
which is quite different. Then, at
least, the eel should be quiet, and
--as dead as death can make it. As
soon as an eel is caught the spine
should be severed back of the head,
and that too before the creature is
taken into the craft. Once ‘inside,
and the rumpus begins. As aknot-
_ tyer and a line destroyer there is no
equal to the eel. He is surpassing
in his eccentric juggling. The eel
never attains to a great size, as some
_ people, unacquainted with the sub-
ject, believe. The weight is always
conservative, among the freshwater
denizens at least. True, the eels in
_ the salt water in other portions of
the word are greater in bulk and
length, but with the freshwater eel,a
_ five pounder is considered a mighty
big fellow. Some think three and
_ four pound eels are big. I have heard
the assertion made that if you should
sand your hands and grasp a five
pound eel back of the neck and hold
it out at arm’s length, so great is the
strength of this creature that it can
break the arm. This it can do by
wrapping its coils around the wrist.
The strength of this creature is won-
derful—it possesses a solid mass of
steel-like muscles that invite com-
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parison. The firmness and solidity —
of the flesh too is remarkable. It is —
as hard as a rod of iron.
not harmful. It has only minor
teeth. In the West Indies there is
said to be an eel, the moray, with
teeth whose bite is dreaded by the
natives. They club the creature over
the head as soon as it appears at the
side of the boat. The eel is a vora-
cious creature, and seems to eat
whatever he gets a hold of, from dead
fish to living fish. The speed with
which they are able to move through
the water is a point to their credit in
chasing down fishes. One writer
comments that:
“On their hunting excursions they
overturn huge and small stones alike,
working for hours if necessary, be-
neath which they find species of
shrimp and crayfish, of which they
are exceedingly fond. Of shrimps
they devour vast numbers. Their
noses are poked into every imaginable
hole in their search for food, to the
terror of innumerable smaller fishes.”
But at times the eel is an absoiute
scavenger, and will be found in
abundance in and around the sewers
that pour into the large rivers and
streams. Many will not eat them
on this account although the eel is
one of the best tasting fish on the ~
continent, or in the world. Its flesh
is tender, and is charged with delicate
oils. Most generally the eel is cut
into two or three inch portions, dipped
in beaten egg, and after being rolled
in corn meal orcrumbs is fried
brown. But eel is also prepared by.
cutting into like portions and merely
cooking them in water, with seasoning
to match. Either way is a triumph
for the eel is surely fit for an epicure.
As a fishing proposition the eel is
often claimed to be a mighty big
thing. If excitement, such as the
catching of an eel assures, is the mak-
ing of sport, then surely eel fishing
is a true and tried success. While
eels may be taken on the hook with
worms, helgramites and minnows for
bait, still this is not so common in
practice as so-called “‘bobbing”’ for
them. Bobbing for eels has always —
been considered a great pastime, and _
is mostly done in the night-time, in —
mid-summer, when the moon isout
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the night the better. I note that
Hallock remarks that the bobs he used
to make were -by threading worms
onto broom-straws, thus—‘‘bunching
them into attractive bobs of red-ripe
lusciousness which was hard for eels
to resist.””> However, this is not the
most common method but rather
that which provides that the worms
be threaded on threads and not on
straws. The best description of an
eel bob follows:
**A bob is made by taking a doubled
thread—silk is best, but common
thread will do—S8 or 9 feet in length.
A thin darning needle is fastened to
one end of the thread. Earthworms
are then taken and stunned by slap-
ping them between the hands. The
needle is then passed through the
worm lengthwise and the worm push-
ed back on the thread. This is kept
up until the thread is full of worms.
The needle is then removed from the
thread and both ends of the string of
worms brought -together and _ tied,
thus making a double string. This
is repeated (but not tied), until the
whole string of worms is upon-a bunch
six inches long. A stout twine is
then firmly tied around the center
of the bunch crosswise, and the two
ends of the bunch allowed to hang
downward; this is called a bob. The
bob is then tied to the end of a stick
3 or 4 feet in length. The twine
should be about 3 inches in length;
some prefer the twine astong as the
stick, and others simply a twine about
9 or 6 feet long.”
Not. all are in understanding of
how the eel is caught on this bob,
since no hooks are used. The reason
why a bob is better than a hook isthe
same reason that should apply to the
bullhead. When the hook is im-
bedded in the gristle of the eel’s mouth
it may not take more than two hours
to get it out. In the case of the bob
the eel locates the bunch of worms
on the end of the line and fastens to
it for better or for worse. The fine
threads in the bob catch on the
teeth, and it is then the eel tries to
draw away. Swiftly the fisherman
pulls up before the threads slip off
the teeth. Some aver that this is
not the case, and that the eel holds
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at that. One bob lasts all thro
an evening.
The fame of Canada as an outing a
region spreads yearly and becomes
more and more of an actual fact as
the people come into a realization of —
the immense outdoor opportunities
to be had here.
reception’ that is accorded people
across the line. As a matter of fact
most of this is hallucination. Canada,
and the greetings shared with visitors
is the same as ever; as cordial as ever:
and warm and abundant as ever,
and the fishing is on a par with the
best in all portions of the country.
To a large portion of the angling.
brotherhood this country is not a new
name. It is an old and well re-
membered friend. It /is the place
to which anglers and outers in general,
rich and poor alike come every year
when the sun shines at the right angle,
and the bugs begin to buzz and the
trees show forth their foliage. In
the lakes and rivers of one Canadian
Province alone, that of Ontario, is
one third of the fresh water of the
world. Geologists tell us that more
than one half of the earth’s supply
of fresh water is contained in the
system of waterways known as the
Laurentian basin, and of this fully
two-thirds is gathered first in the
lakes and streams of Ontario. Vol-
umes can be written and many have
been telling of the vast wealth of game
and fish in the stretches of river.
rock and forest in Canada. Which
brings up the question of the fish
supply, one of the greatest of the
natural resources to be found in Can-
ada. From coast to coast and from
the United States boundary to the
far northland, the fish of the country
forms one of the gigantic assets of
which Canada has right to proudly
boast. It is carefully and judiciously
guarded by the private interests and
by the Federal government to see
that there is no criminal waste of this
resource. No history of the country,
no book of fiction, or early romance
( The great War has
in no sense of the word soiled the ~
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dealing with the Indians, the voy-
ageurs, the early settlements or the
traders of the Hudson’s Bay Company
would be complete without some
reference to the excellent fishing to
be had in the fish-laden streams and
lakes inland, or the salt waters of the
coast. The fish caught in largest
numbers on the Atlantic coast are
halibut, cod, herring, mackerel and
ollock. The pollock fishing is little
eard of outside of the immediate
neighborhood of the maritime prov-
inces, although the sport of landing
the big fish is as great as that of bag-
ging a trout orasalmon. With a bit
of red flannel for bait on the end of a
strong hook and line the fishermen
set out at either early morning before
sunrise or at dusk.
After trolling for an hour, even
with the proverbial fisherman’s luck,
more than a score of fish for each one
of the party should be the reward.
Between the Atlantic coast and
Montreal there are lakes and streams
known to the fishermen of two con-
tinents. Thousands of men seek this
sport for recreation; many have gone
to the district between Maine and
Quebec City to enjoy it. Notwith-
standing the popularity of these dis-
tricts the supply of fish seems to be as
lJarge as it was in the days of the
origines. The compelling forces of
ivilization have not extended far
enough into the woodlands of this
_ territory to cut the trees, to harness
the streams, and to drive beast, bird
and fish from their natural habitat.
It is easy to travel a short distance
from the cities and still be in the
midst of a country nearly as wild as
it was in the days of the early traders.
Many varieties of trout, from the
dainty brook trout to the greater
grey, or lake trout, are found in the
_ Laurentian Lakes and the waters that
flow into them, and in Canada in
general. The brook trout of the
north attains to a weight and a size
that excells all others of its kind,
anywhere. The brook trout of the
north are famed far and wide for the
pugnaciousness and fight they show
when caught at the end ofa leader’s
length. Five pound trout are con-
sidered big fellows in the States,
but in the far northern waters a
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not a rare occurrence. One of
most famed rivers of the north ; just
now is the French River. This splen-
did watercourse forms the outlet from
Lake Nipissing. Until the railway —
opened up this northern territory
it was only available to the men who
were willing to put their provisions
and equipment on their backs and
pack them in. Canoeing was pos-
sible—just as it is now—but to make —
the trip entirely by water, much
arduous portaging was necessary.
This has been eliminated, and now
fishermen can go directly to the spot
where they wish to eamp, by train,
and thus avoid days of hard labor.
The French River, it has been con-
ceded, has some of the best fishing
to be found in the Province of On-
tario.
When one compares the wilderness
of Canada with the slight impressions
that civilization has made upon it
he can see how vast and gigantic it
is. True, the railroads have pene-
trated into it, but civilization remains
but a trifling touch on the map.
From Montreal to Winnipeg one tra-
verses a country with a thousand
miles of almost unbroken timber and
rock. The distance is filled with
watercourses and lakes that abound
with every variety of fish life. It is
a wild section and contains thousands
of square miles of as civilization-
free land as there is to be found.
Save for the cities at the lower part
of the Province of Ontario, a few
smaller towns, and villages,slightly
north of the railroad which form
the highway to this land of fish and
game, there is nothing but an un-
broken solitude where the hunter, fish-
ermen and trapper, if they so will,
have complete sway.
There are plenty of lakes in this
stretch of country that seldom see
a white man and many a corner still
unknown except to the dogged and
enduring Indian guide. Probably
nowhere in the world, unless it be in
Russia, will the fisherman and the
hunter find so great an untamed
area on a civilized continent. The
railway is its only connection with ~
the outside world except for a few —
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and railway builder have made, or
water routes which are round-about
and hard to navigate. The railroad
makes it possible to enter this wild
region, so little known and still so
untrammelled. It has often been
said that the northernmost wilder-
ness is giving way to the coming of
civilization. Yet, indeed, how mea-
ger are these fashionable inroads
when the vast Canadian spaces are
considered. Only the sturdy, the
adventurous have the nerve to plunge
into the truly wild places; the less
enduring persist in clinging in and
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around civilization. To attempt
steeled to it. It calls for a spirit of
daring certainly. Nature, in her
wildest state has obstacles are
to lay in one’s road, and certainly
Canada has some obstacles amid her
wilds that the daring alone can mas-
ter. But it is good to believe that
this is true. We do not like to know
that the world is being tamed as to
woods and waters. We cater always
to the spirit of adventure in us—
new roads to tread and newer de-
lights to experience.
GANG-HOOKS vs. LIVE BAIT
RoBERT PAGE LINCOLN
development of the fishing department
of this magazine a writer took meto task
severely for recommending the use of such a
thing as an artificial minnow that had gang
hooks in any shape, number or manner upon
its person. In the eyes of that person it was
presumably thought about time that I hang up
the mantle that had fallen on my shoulders,
set away the immortal Remington typewriter,
and let it accumulate dust as the ages went by.
In the first place he argued that the use of
artificial minnows with gang hooks was about
as sportsmanlike as using a spear, and would
only be resorted to by the deep-dyed scoundrel
who lives firm in the belief that a pickerel is a
perch and that fishing is best done with a
productive copper wire snare. I will admit
there are many sides to everything and I
always like to give both sides an airing. It
is well to hunt up what is wrong and try and
present what is right. The question we are
now going to take up is: which is the most
sportsmanlike, the artificial minnow or the
live bait system. Prick your up ears now, ye
men of many angling clans, and list to some
sundry and divers views. Ganghooks or live
bait—there we have it.
Cy sc. upon a time in the course of my
Nor would I thus ungently intrude into
realms of renown without some adequate
reason. The reason is: a well known old-time
angler of much renown, who has fished with
angling immortals, has written in the New
York Sun some condemnations of the lowly
plug that ought to take the artificial minnow
manufacturers sit up and take notice, for they
are concerned in that deal—they receive the
full thud of the boot. Let us repeat what
Kit Clarke has written:
“There is one bait that every fresh water
fish will seize if in the least hungry, and this is
the meek and lowly angleworm, native to a
vegetable soil everywhere, and I have always
thought that in the economy of Creation the
Almighty made the angleworm in the especial
interest of anglers, and I am unable to imagine
any other reason for its existence so plenti-
fully. Any kind of fresh meat makes a good
bait, as also do minnows, frogs, grasshoppers,
lamprey eels and mice. All of these are well
imitated in rubber and sometimes prove very
successful, but in recent years a new idea has
been invented that comes very near to being a
disgrace to the gentle art of angling. This is
a plug of wood two or three inches long,
painted in colors and loaded with a bunch
of barbarous hooks the use of which is down-
right murder. I have never used and never
will sacrifice my self-respect by having one in
my possession. I saw one in a tackle store
recently to which ten hooks were attached,
and from such a gang of hooks no fish, foolish
enough to attack it, can ever escape. The
poor fish has no earthly or watery chance to
save its life, and the man who makes use of
this disreputable contrivance is unfit to be
called an angler. He deserves only the con-
tempt of all self-respecting sportsmen. Ang-
ling is a gentleman’s diversion, and heartless,
cold-blooded murder is foreign to his nature.
“Why the splendid black bass attacks this
miserable device, this pitiless, death-dealing
trip into the real wilds one must be ~
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system of "Maasathattoh, ‘is perond my com-
prehension, since it looks like nothing else in
existence. It may be the heroic bass imagines
it to be an honorable enemy about to invade
the domain of the fish, and deserving of ex-
termination, and that this induces him to make’
the ‘fierce charge he does. And in the last
analysis the progressive spirit of the age must
have fallen into a bottomless pit when men
seek to inveigle honorable fish with a chunk
of wood loaded with hooks, while so many
16-inch guns are lying around idle. It would
afford me some little pleasure to push one of
these gangs of brutal hooks into the mouth of
the fish butcher who uses it, and then jerk
and pull the thing around for a few moments.
Wouldn’t I have a lot of substantial fun?
Betcherlife!
“The use of such a device means that the
fisherman intends to take fish, utterly regard-
less of methods, consequences or self-respect,
and perhaps nothing better wlustrates this
fierce desire to despoil the waters under any
circumstances than the new electrically
lighted fishing rod invented by a man in
Columbus, Ohio.”’
No doubt you will chuckle over the above
frantic protest and perhaps you see some
wrong moves—if you are a checker player.
Learn to play checkers and you can see the
right moves and the wrong moves. Where
_ Brother Clarke made his grim mistake, his
_ wrong move was when he advocated the use
of live bait rather than artificals. In writing
that condemnation it would have had some
_ backbone if he had left out mention ‘of live
__ bait; as it is his ranting is as weak and limber-
i backed and spineless as a_ jelly-fish. \But
_ enough; let’s tack the thing to the wall and
have done with it. First: artificial minnows
are a “disgrace to the art of angling,” and the
use of them makes for “downright murder’.
Ah! there we have it. Yet Brother Clarke
_ suggests live bait, mind you in the face of all
_ that; this fellow has the nerve to recommend
% the “gentle angler” to use live bait! I always
thought that all “gentle anglers” were down
heels and weight on the use of live bait in any
form. Mr. Clarke does not advocate the use
of flies; he advocates live bait, and worms.
Will Bradford, Doctor Gove and friend
- Hallock please read this. Brother Clarke in
upholding the gentle art of angling, “a
gentleman’s diversion”’ offers the use of live
bait~as, a substitute for the assassinating
artificials. For one that is so discriminating
it would be expected that nothing short of
the dry fly in dry fly fishing would be admitted
but does he suggest anything ofthe sort?
a pike colby for live yea promotes ht
ness and should be followed by the “
angler! 1).
If one were a bit squeamish at all he would
note that Mr. Clarke believes that angle-
worms were made for no other reason, (and
so plentifully), but for use by anglers (note
the anglers Bradford—anglers, gentle anglers)
to aid them in catching fish. And yet angle-
worms have as much of a right, in the eyes
of Nature, to existence,as human beings, and
this includes Kit Clarke. We will admit all
that about a God-instilled human intelligence;
and yet the lowly worm fills just exactly as
fit a place in this world, on this planet, and
was not made more for us to fish with than
Clark and I were made to be used as nurse
maids for young sharks. However we will ;
pass that by. It does not bear upon what we
have to say atall. But as to offeringhve bait
as a substitute for artificials, why we are con- ei
cerned with that.
Charles Bradford, who is about as con-
demnatory of live bait as any truly gentle
disciple of Walton’s that walks—be it said a?
to his especial credit—has the following to.
say concerning live bait: 4
“Many greedy fishermen............ contrive to
convince us that the live lure is equally _
honorable (as honorable as the artificial fly)
notwithstanding that the cruel, clumsy,
uncleanly, unfair, wasteful practice of live- q
bait fishing is condemned by every truly gentle
disciple and practical authority.” And Charles
Bradford further remarks in comparing the
artificial fly with the live bait system, that
gentle anglers abhor it “for the same reason
that the wing shot prefers his appropriate &
arm to a cannon; the yachtsman, his gentle §
craft to a man-o’-war; the horseman, his “4
trained steed to a locomotive; the archer
his arrow instead of a harpoon; and so I might
go on in similes that would burlesque every
form of recreative amusement in the world.
And speaking of gentle angling that pur-
ports to be the most humane of all recreative
processes, yet feathers from the most valuable
and rare birds are used in the making of
various flies; these flies mean that thousands
upon thousands of birds are killed yearly to
supply flies for “‘gentle” anglers. That’s very
humane, wsn’t it? I will admit that not so
much of that occurs now—though it still holds
good in England. England makes thousands
of flies from the feathers of valuable birds, and —
the importation of those feathers and bird ©
skins is not forbidden. ‘True, we are not —
allowed to import the rare bird skins a
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ars, but ah! we are allowed to buy the
flies, are we not, or do I err. Then “gentle”
‘anglers buy these flies and prate of being
humane. They are as much the cause of the
death of these rare birds as are the bird
_ slaughterers themselves. It will therefore
_be seen that even “gentle” anglers have their
limitations.
When the tariff bill went through that put
a stop to the sending of rare bird skins and
feathers into the United States for use in
making up flies for ‘gentle’ anglers there
was an awful howl and the “‘gentle”’ art was
considered on the decline. Once the “gentle”
. anglers were not allowed to use flies made
from feathers taken from valuable birds they
indirectly helped to slaughter, they saw the
finish of their “‘gentle” art. The very paper
in which Mr. Kit Clarke’s article, against
wooden minnows, appeared, the New York
Sun, said according to my friend Charles
Bradford, of Wildfowlers’ fame:
“The first effect of prohibiting the impor-
tation of the feathers for flies will be to drive
many back to bait fishing. An Angler. using
bait should take ten trout for every one he
could kill with a fly. The Government, the
States, and clubs are sending large sums for
the stocking of streams with trout. The
expenditure would scarcely be justifiéd if there
is to be bait fishing in these streams for they
would soon be fished out. Thousands who
~ formerly used bait have taken up fly-fishing
because it is better sport.”
And yet in spite of the fact that even the
New York Sun condemns live bait as being a
‘murderous’ system, here comes such a
“sentle”’ angler as Kit Clarke advocating the
use of live bait as a “gentle” system, though
I may say that if the use of live bait was
universally adopted, the lakes and waters
would be devastated in short order. Yet
this would be ‘“‘gentle’’ according to Kit
Clarke. If we were not addressing an honor-
able assembly we would ha-ha out loud!
Commenting upon the New York Sun’s
allusion that many fly fishermen would take up
bait fishing, Charles Bradford says:
“Many what? Not Anglers, by any means,
because the Angler would rather merely try
to catch his trout with an artificial fly made
from a feather duster than to be assured of
catching the game with a worm or minnow.”
“(Note the worms and minnows Brother
Clarke)” or salmon egg. The ‘many’ refers
to fishermen, or professional fly tiers, not
Anglers. The Angler and the ordinary fisher-
man are as far separated in Character and
Nature asthe humming-bird and the buzzard ”’
(Pretty hard on the 2 eh
will admit it Bradford) sand se
and lesson!” ae
And as the immortal Charles Hallock 0
said in commenting upon the use of applia un
other than the fly:
“Give me fly-fishing in its panty
me worms!”
Mr. Clarke advocates the use of incon-
ceivable rubber minnows, frogs, worms and —
mice. I once saw a man using rubber worms
and never hope to see another. About the — {
most foolish farce that was ever baitedontoa
simple public, that buys anything that comes _
along, was the rubber worm, frog, minnow,
etc. Disgust allows me to go no further on
that subject. Boys bite on those things now-
a-days; some do. But even six year old boys
have stopped buying them now. ie
Now we will take up Mr. Clarke’s “gentle” i:
live bait system. He advocated frogs to be
used for bait. What is the system used in ©
frog fishing? This, first: the frog must be
alive and have the kick to it. Without that 38
it is useless. No man can suggest that the
frog be killed before hooking it on. Without
the kick, one might as well use a green-
spotted rubber frog. Now in “gently” and
“humanely” using the live frog all you do is to :
“gently” drive a hook through the frog’s
head (not killing it however). When you
hook on the frog (Mr. Clarke advocates the
frog, among his live bait, and later says,
“angling is a gentlemen’s diversion, and
heartless, cold-blooded murder is foreign to
his nature.’’), be not afraid, it’s “‘gentle”.
Mr. Clarke says so, and if he says so, ask
father, he knows. But let us serve the “gentle”
Mr. Clarke with some of his own hot coals.
Were I devoid of the genius and talent wheih
is mine, (thank you), I would pass it by, but
it cannot be done.
Our Brother Kit Clarke comments: “It
would afford me some little pleasure to push
one of these gangs of brutal hooks into the
mouth of the fish butcher who uses it, and
then jerk and pull the thing around for a few
moments. Wouldn’t I have a lot of sub-
stantial fun?”
Yea, verily, Mr. Clarke, and *twould give
us a pleasure to ram a hook down some live
bait fisherman’s gab, get a good firm hold and
then jerk it around for a few moments the way
the live frog has to put up with it, using your
“gentle” system. Tit for tat, Brother Clarke.
You thought you got off something wonderful
there didn’t you, and that no one would dare
question you? Ever noticed Brother Clarke,
when you jab a frog through its poor head
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preparatory to “‘gentle’’ angling how the poor
thing squirms as that cruel barb goes home
and how it tries, in the name of self-preserva-
tion to get away; have you ever thought when
you have stood looking at that frog as it
piteously put its wonderfully human-like
hands up over its head as though to shield
itself from the horrible fate that portends how
“gentle” and naiad like and zephyry and in
what a Waltonistic manner you were dis-
porting yourself at the expense of the fruly
Gentle Pastime—by advocating live bait.
Did you notice after you had hooked on the
frog how its poor hands grasped the hook;
how it clung to them and tried to push that
horrible and deadly monster out of its poor
head. And do you remember the last time
how that frog twisted its feet up and arched
its back pushing with both front legs and back
legs and you “gently” saw all that and
“gently” advocated all that, didn’t you?
Then you cast that frog time after time, and
the poor frog, as alive as ever, swims with that
hook and tries to get away. For as high as ten,
fifteen minutes you cast that frog, and it is
still alive and the hole in the head is more
ragged than ever. Finally the mouth opens
and the blubber comes out “‘gently’’, as is
befitting when gentlemen are not “heartless”
and when “cold-blooded murder is foreign to
their nature.”’ And all the time the frog lives
and weakly tries to get away, enduring the
most horrible suffering that a creature is ever
called upon to bear;—compared with this the
Spanish Inquisition would be an afternoon
tea; but this is what our Waltonistic Brother,
Mr. Clarke, offers as a relief from the bar-
barous gang hooks. And then you say, after
a fisherman has used a gang hook minnow,
when the bass is caught, his is a “disgraceful
death.” And I swear that if the use of
artificals is a more disgraceful means you can
use me as shark food. How would you like
to have a shark hook punched through your
head Clarke, you being yanked around and
flung end over end through the air, and hauled
through the water. It would be “gentle”
and zephyry wouldn’t it, and taking your own
words from your mouth, changing them to
read a little better, listen to this: And in the
last analysis the progressive spimt of the age
must have fallen into a bottomless pit when
men seek to inveigle honorable fish with live
bait, thus promoting suffering not only to one
creature but immeasurably to another, the
lure. And additionally, anyone who is so
foolish to try and say that the live bait
system is any better or more humane than the
artificial bait then I say, let that man see one
of those fellows that study the ae ,
for deformities and knobs pointing toleee: ”
ness of the mental screws.
This man who dubs the artificial minnow
a “pitiless, death-dealing system of assassin-
ation, “‘yet has the insipid nerve to praise and
uphold live bait. He advocates the use of
live minnows. Here, as with the frog, you
“‘assassinate” the lure alive, and kill it by
slow degrees like the Indians “gently” toasted
white captives alive at the stake. But this
s “gentle” friends, ‘‘gentle’’ and soothing—
as long as the “‘angler’’ (are you following this
closely Bradford?) is not the one who has the
hook punched through his head or his back.
Then again Mr. Clarke advocates for
live bait, just what? This: mice. There we
have it, mice. Once I believe I let creep into
an article of mine the information that I had
heard that live mice were good lures on the
hook, for trout and all other game fishes. I
writhed under the mistake I had made when
it appeared in print and I may have made
a few illusions in coming articles for which I
ask forgivenness. I should not have men-
tioned it. But here we have Mr. Clarke,
“gently” suggesting live mice on the hook
in place of the barbarous, assassinating
gang hcoks. All you do is to get some live
mice. You run the hook into their hides and ©
cast them “gently” out so that you will get
some fishes.
much better than gang-hooks. Or you go out
and ‘“‘gently” rob a field mouse nest in the
spring, of its young. and then you take these
hairless, blind creatures and run a fine hook
through them. This is “gentle’’ and an ex-
cellent system, a live bait system, forsooth,
according to Brother Clarke.
It is apparent from Mr. Clarke’s article
that he is as little acquainted with artificial
minnows as I am with the stars, else he would
not have been so bombastic. But he saw one
in a tackle store window that had ten hooks
on it and recoiled from it as one who touches
a hot stove. Odd isn’t it? Some fellows recoil
from little things like that, but think little or
nothing about human beings hanging dis-
emboweled on wire entanglements at the
front. That’s almost as good as the joke of
the woman who preached protection of the
‘birds with an aigrette plume on her hat; or
the woman who laments that fur bearing
animals are so cruelly trapped but wears a fur
coat and sports a muff, or a fur whereon
ermines with malicious black bead eyes glare :
at you from every nook. Verily, what idiots er
some people are.
How humane it all is, and how> _
But to return to the subject matter. There
are artificials now made that are about as
sportsmanlike lures as can be found on the
market. Artificials are made with less and
less hooks on them. The Heddon Dowagiac
Company are putting out their lures with
_ double hooks, easily threaded on or off at will.
If you want one double hook only, simpiy
thread off the other. Sportsmanli!:.’ It
has the live bait system _that Kit Clarke
advocates backed so far into the oblivion of
eternity that it looks like that round hole
called Nothing. Likewise the South Bend
baits. They have long put out a bait with one
gang to it, the bucktail combination. . What
in the world more sportsmanlike do you want?
The bass is not fettered up if he is caught; he
has swing and elbow room! The latest South
Bend innovation is the single hook idea, and’
you will hear more of that later. These hooks
can be snapped on or off at will. If you want
one single hook, you are entitled to it. If
two, snap on two; if three snap on your three
and don’t howl and condemn about artificials
being unsportsmanlike. There was a time
in the past when this was true, but that is
gone. The artificials with innumerable gangs
of hooks on them were ridiculed and con-
demned by all the angling writers—myself
foremost. I have always refused to counten-
ance one bait company because it persisted
in selling a battleship bait with about two
thousand hooks on it.
The Jamison Company also put out baits
with double hooks. The Jamison Coaxer,
which is about the only truly weedless bait
on the market, and can be cast in the densest
pads has a single hook, in back. Yet it isn’t
gentle we presume—in the estimation of Kit
Clarke. All artificial minnow companies now
put out minnows with single hooks, or doubles,
and less and less hooks every year. Asa sport-
ing appliance now the artificial beats the
bloody, cruel live bait system on every point.
Quite the contrary to Mr. Clarke’s illusion,
the true anglers of today are more and more
leaving the live bait and adopting the artificial
lures with the single or double hooks. The
day is in the past when artificials can be con-
demned as unsportsmanlike. Because the
many-ganged minnows are passing every year,
and as they pass more and more fishermen are
using them, and discarding the live bait as toc
cruel, and ungentle. The movement for
sanity in artificial minnows has forged
speedily ahead and has won over the live bait.
Mr. Clarke offers a very strange analysis
of the “destructive” artificial minnow. He
holds the artificial a death-dealing system.
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But we presume that the live bait syst e
not death-dealing; and that artificials alon
are death-dealing. When you catch a fish on
a live lure you do not deal a card of death
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to him he is still living, even when you serve _
Mr. Clarke makes the
him on the table?
accusation that the use of artificals is assassin-
ation. Wrong, Clarke.
kill unawares, when the victim is not looking,
To assassinate is to
or has no knowledge of the murderer’s pre- — s ay
sence. Does the artificial do this? No. The
bass is aware of its presence and does not have
to strike if it he does not want to. What Mr.
Clarke set out to say was that many gang
hooks catch the fish all over thus hampering
him, taking all the fight out of him, and this
is true, but it applies entirely to the artificial
minnow carrying as high as five gangs; this
style has always been condemned. We never
have upheld this sort of a minnow. Further-
more minnows of many gangs are made so that,
by one system or another, these gangs may be
screwed out, leaving only one gang on duty
if yousowish. As to the gang hook being more
painful than the single hook, at this we laugh.
We presume that the one hook used when live
bait fishing does not pain at all when it sinks
in; only the gang pains. Rubbish! In the
meantime this eulogizer and open recom-
mender of the live bait over the artificial does
not mention the “pitiless, death-dealing sys-
tem of assassination” when the live bait fisher
rams his hook into the brain, or near to the
brain of the live, squirming frog. If anything
looks more like cold-blooded, under-handed
treacherous assassination then this does,
commend me to it, yet this “gentle” angler
recommends this as being better than a gang-
hook. Again,—rubbish!
As for the pain it causes the fish. I had it
explained to me by a student of fish affairs
and fish, who happens to be an authority on
such matters. He proved that the pain a hook
in the mouth causes a fish is so small, if any
that it is beyond mention. When the hook
catches in the cartilege, there is no pain felt.
I, myself, have proven this time and againl
and you can prove it likewise. I have caught
a fish for a third time after he has gotten
away. I once had a bass close to shore and
he fought very well indeed. You would think
that bass would never again be fooled. Yet
the next day I caught that same bass, and the
skin of the mouth had quite a hole torn in it.
Painful? The feeling of fish in this matter,
Mr. Clarke would have us believe, is the
same as that felt by human beings, warm
blooded animals.
Furthermore the survival of the fittest
exists in the wild from the tiniest insect up to
the higher animals. All fishes live in danger
of extermination in one way or another. The
larger prey upon those below them; and those
below them prey upon those smaller yet, and
so forth. It is a “cold-blooded”’ proposition
any way you look at it. The fishes themselves
waste no time on-humanitarian principles.
They would kill any way they could just so
that they could or can get what they are after.
The preying fish swoops down upon.the dis-
abled minnow in the water and eagerly nabs
it up, not through humane principles (to put
a poor creature out of suffering) but because
it can get that disabled fish for food without
undue exertion. The wobbler minnow imi-
tates the disabled minnow. The bass believes
this true and strikes it. What is wrong about
¢ that? Does thé ly fisher hot
“exact imitations” the living flies
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trout feed on, thus to lure them; then y why |
should not imitation wobblers be used?
In closing this article allow me to say that I
haye practically given up frogs as a lure for
bass. I hope I may have aspired that high
at least. I will not be partner to advocating
greatly hereafter the use of frogs for bait, not
as long as humane, sportsmanlike artificials
with increasingly few hooks on them are to be
had and as long as pork rind is to be used on a
single hook, can be purchased, or made to
order. If Mr. Clarke had mentioned pork
rind as a lure I would have been more lenient
with him. This is by farthe most sportsman-
like; but no word was mentioned about any
form being best or humane, save live bait.
A CANADIAN PRIZE WINNER
MONG the prize winners in last season’s
New York Evening Post Fishing Con-
test appears the name of a Canadian,
that of Mr. H. J. Morrisse, Toronto, Ont.,
who was successful in catching a 19-pound
salmon trout in Temagami. In awarding
H. J. MORRISSE, TORONTO.
the grand prize only those entries whose fish
were eligible and who submitted a story and
photograph were considered. The award was
not based upon the size of the fish only but
upon the completeness of detail required,
the clearness of the facts, and the concise
and interesting character of the narrative
rather than upon literary style or quality.
Mr. Morrisse, although not winning the chief
prize was among the list of eleven prize win-
ners. The story of his catch as it was given
to readers of the Post is as follows:
“I arrived at Temigami Station, which
is 298 miles north of Toronto, Thursday,
August 10. I then boarded the steamer
and travelled seventeen miles up the lake,
reaching Cochrane Camps about 3 p.m.
I immediately proceeded to adjust my tackle
preparatory to fishing the day following.
Friday morning, August 11, found me busy
with correspondence, but at 2:30 p.m. I was
ready for the ‘big ones.’
“Mrs. Cochrane was at the dock and just
before leaving I said to her, ‘I shall not re-
turn unless I have a fish weighing twenty
pounds or over.’ Of course, this was partly
in jest, though I had ‘misgivings’ that this
was my day and fully expected to land a good
one. I had a split bamboo rod, a large reel,
holding 360 feet of Imperial No. 20 copper
wire, and as soon as_I reached deep water,
about 1,000 feet distant from the camp, I
let my wire out slowly, reserving about 100
feet in case I should have to battle with a. ae
whale.
“T had been trolling but about five min-—
utes when a familiar tug at my line con- |
some gly aed
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ster, though he gave a good fight, and when
landed tipped the scales at three pounds.
This was encouraging, and it was not long
before I had my large otter tail and wire in
the water, anxious to lure and catch my
twenty-pounder. The course patrolled was
about one mile, and I had proceeded but half
the distance when there came a jerk that
left no doubt in my mind that my prize was
at the other end, giving unmistakable evidence:
of an intense desire to remain as far below
the surface as possible. For the first few
minutes he played more like a bass, and then
a lull, and he renewed the same tactics. My
oarsman, a friend, was as deeply interested
as F, so much so that I was compelled to re-
quest him to attend to the oars and to be
prepared to follow my instructions instantly.
It has been my experience that a good oars-
man is a very important factor, and with an
inexperienced man the chances of losing the
‘big ones’ are excellent.
“At times he would take fifty to seventy-
five feet of line at almost incredible speed,
and then would swim rapidly in the direction
of the boat, or sulk. I found the sulking
scheme rather confusing, and had it not been
for earlier activity I might have been war-
ranted in assuming that I had caught a good-
sized log. I found it quite impossible to
secure one inch of line by reeling, so there
was nothing to do but te row and tow the
beggar. and this I did, but only for a short
time, for my ‘log’ soon became very animated,
and I had to pursue different tactics.
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“T knew that at the fay of my: 5 ith th
was a larger fish than I had ever landed, and
my anxiety was great. I began to grow very
skeptical, first thinking that my spoon or —
wire would break, or that my oarsman would
do the wrong thing. I knew that the quickest
way to insure landing him was the slow-death
method, and as I was without a.gaff and
had no idea of the weight of the fish, I bided
my time, determined to bring him to the
boat without a quiver left. The battle raged
for forty-five minutes, and with me it was
a battle of wits and wrists. Finally Mr.
Fish was brought to the side of the boat,
giving very little evidence of life, and upon
perceiving this, and that apparently he was
securely hooked, I took my chance and lifted
him safely into the boat. He was a beauty.
“Out went the line again, and in about
ten minutes there was another ’phone mes-
sage from the deep, and after about twenty-
five minutes’ fight I landed another big one.
Within an hour I had caught two more, and
then started for camp. The scales was the
first thought upon landing and we soon
learned that the big one weighed 19 pounds
and the next in size 11% pounds, the weight
of the catch being 41 pounds. The ‘big one’
was 411% inches long.
“I was at these camps for two weeks, fished
every day for hours, and only once did I
patrol my favorite course without a strike.
The following Friday, August 18, I landed one
weighing 16 pounds and one 10% pounds,
the former requiring one hour and forty min-
utes to land. I have practically fished all
over the lake, and no better fishing is to be
had than in the vicinity of Cochrane Camps.”
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fessor, urged me to come up to Pointe
au Baril and spend a week of my vaca-
tion with him at his island in the Georgian
Bay, promising to show me some real fish
and how to catch them. In the waylaying
of deer or “‘varmints’” he would leave all
details to me, but he claimed (with good
reason) that as a fisherman he outranks me
by as many degrees as are appended to his
name in.the official College Calendar. He
assured me that even if (as usual) I caught
nothing, I would find the outdoor life thor-
oughly enjoyable. I decided to let him
“show me” just what there is in the fishing
game, and to accept cheerfully “‘Fisherman’s
Luck.”
Monday, August, 21st, 1916, was a scorch-
ing hot day, and the railway journey to
Pointe au Baril station was no joke, but the
run out to the island on Captain Watt’s
AST summer my old friend, the Pro-
staunch little steamer ‘‘Waukon” was worth |
going miles to enjoy. It was nearly 7 p.m.
when the “Waukon” left me on the little
whan in front of the Professor’s bungalow,
and that evening was spent before a huge
old-fashioned fire-place in which a spruce
stump blazed cheerily, while we reviewed
events since we last met some half-dozen or
more years ago. Then a 10-hour stretch of
real truly sleep with the cool, pine-scented
lake breeze coming through the open win-
dows. Tuesday began with a leisurely break-
fast on the porch of the bungalow, while I
noted idly the departure of the fishing fleet
from the Hotel Ojibway, real anglers and
their guides and skiffs being towed by two
motor launches out to the localities where
each pair had decided to try their luck that
day. The sight failed to arouse any en-
_ thusiasm; I had no ill will against any fish
in that part of the map; none of them had
ever done me any harm; I felt grateful to
them for having lured me from the swelter-
ing heat of a city office to so restful and
comfortable a place.
It was well on in the afternoon before the
Professor could induce me to go out and pay
my compliments to the iish. As we sat on
the porch talking of other matters, I could
see that he was devoting unusual care and
thought to the adjustment of his trolling
tackle, choosing a sinker of just the right
weight and shifting it on the line till its dis-
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tance ahead of the spoon hook suited him.
He reminded me of Old Sam Wilson of Hough-
ton Lake, the best “driver” of deer I ever
met. Old Sam could neither read nor write, -
while I have seen reviews in seven languages
of the Professor’s literary work, but their
methods were essentially the same, a careful
consideration of wind and weather, tempera-
ture and time of year, the sun’s declination —
and the moon’s phase, and the psychology
of the game in view, whether it be fur, fin,
feather or wild meat.
I took the stern seat in the skiff and the
Professor hit up the “white ash breeze” for
a mile before he gave the word to let out a
couple of hundred feet of line. Fishing is
an easy game with one great advantage over
deer-hunting,-you can smoke while you
wait, even ““Hudson Bay” tobacco, the pung-
ent odor of which would prohibit its use,
either in still-hunting, or while waiting on
a runway.
The Professor was rowing at a speed nicely
regulated to keep the hook at the right depth,
we had been running through narrow deep
channels for about 15 minutes when a jerk
on the line gave notice that it was up to me
to get busy. I forgot all I had read in ‘Rod
and Gun’ about “playing” a fisn, I hauled
in the line, hand over hand. I soon had a
small ‘lunge in the skiff. It was only 22 —
inches long and slim-built at that, but it ©
looked good to me, and I would not have
cared if I had not caught another fish.
Wednesday morning the Professor an-
nounced that we would go down to the Hem-
lock Channel after black bass, and would —
buy some live bait on our way from a boy —
who imported the real goods, and we would
offer the bass their choice of several lures.
We did not see any small frogs and our
minnow trap caught only crawfish which
the bass were tired of that week. The boy
was out of stock, so the best we had to offer |
was a medium-sized bass spoon attached to |
a couple of hundred feet of cutty hunk bass
line which I could let out and reel in from
a light steel rod 6% feet long. A few med- —
ium-sized black bass had been gathered in, |
when with the remark: “I’ve got hold of a —
4-pound bass,” I began to reel in the line on
the principle, “What We Have We’ll Hold,” —
winding in every inch I could gain, trus ;
to luck that the rod and line would s
train. The Professor started full steam
ahead, occasionally yelling, “Keep your point
down,” whenever the light steel rod appeared
to be in danger of being tied up in hard knots.
I don’t know how that rod and line stood the
, but it did, and dragged a medium-
sized “lunge within reach of the gaff, and he
was/ soon in the skiff, his struggles quieted
by a sharp rap on his skull from an old axe
helve. He was only 28 inches long, but he
was fairly “heavy set,” and fully three times
the size and weight of the bass I saw hauled
~ out of an eddy at the foot of Bala Falls after
it had made a total wreck of an expensive
looking split bamboo rod.
Thursday was showery with wind enough to
raise “‘whitecaps’” in the wider spaces be-
tween theislands. We did not go out till late
afternoon, and then kept in the narrower
channels within a mile of the bungalow.
The trolling hook was put out in a little bay
of about three acres extent, and in a very few
minutes there came a strain on the line that
meant a heavy fish. A real angler would
have played that fish for keeps,—both ends
against the middle,—but I wanted him too
badly to take any chances, so I romped him
right up within reach of the gaff. He proved
to be a heavy-set “lunge, length 34 inches,
girth 14 inches. He was promptly hauled
into the skiff and given his quietus with the
old axe helve.
We always kept a square yard of burlap
in the boat. It is a good thing to have when
you haul in a large fish. A lively 3-foot
*lunge takes up a lot of room in a skiff, and
even if he does not get out and away, you
find your line hopelessly tangled up
ne a the excitement is over. Throw the
burlap over the fish at once; it will hamper
him a lot, and you have a much better chance
to hold him still while you crack his skull
with a club.
The previous week under the Professor’s
guidance a lady had caught arid landed a
*lunge 40 inches long, girth 17 inches. Ap-
parently he considered her a more capable
angler than I, and a 34-inch “lunge was the
heaviest fish against which he cared to risk
his tackle in my hands. Anyway I bested
every fish he put up against me; the bigge
one didn’t get away; nothing got away that
once got foul of a hook while I was at the
other end of the line. Next summer I
take along some real tackle and challenge ;
the Professor to run me up against a regular —
bear-cat of a ‘lunge or pickerel, the biggest
fish he can tind in the whole Georgian Bay,
and [’ll bet him a whole pound of the strong-
est tobacco to be got that I will have that
fish in the skiff inside of two minutes.
Friday was my last day and we had intend-
ed trying deep trolling for lake trout, but
the bait boy came along with a supply of
genuine angle-worms said to have been dug
up at Mt. Forest, and we decided to try for
some worth-while black bass. We took the
canoe and combed all the likely places, but
‘the big ones were not eating live bait that
day. Most of it was eaten up by fish of
the “buttinski’” sort, rock bass, perch, and
under-sized black bass, all of which we threw
back to grow till next year. It was slow
work, but I improved the time by picking
out the spot where some November day I
will post the Professor with my “Old Re-
liable’ deer rifle, and with the aid of a couple
of Indians from the near-by Shawanaga Re-
serve, drive a 4-pronged buck “right over
top of him.”
When we got back to our island the Pro-
fessor said he would use up the little remain-
ing bait trying for rock bass off the little
wharf. Soon he was yelling for someone to
bring the landing net and help him secure
the finest small-mouthed black bass I saw
on the trip. Rather a joke on him to catch
a real good one right at his own doorstep
after vainly combing the noted bass haunts
for miles around, but the sort of joke one can
stand a lot of.
That Pointe au Baril region is all right.
The summer climate, the scenery, the fish-
ing, the islanders,—all of them are the best
ever. Each islander is firmly convinced
that the view from his own bungalow is the |
very finest in all the land. Consequently
everybody is contented and cheerful, and
the Pointe is an ideal locality in which to
enjoy a well-earned vacation.
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ERHAPS the most picturesque river in
Pp Alberta is a portion of the Clearwater
River, from the Cascade to the White-
mud Canyon, a distance of about ten miles.
It is rough water in places with groups of
islands, while between the rapids, mill ponds
of calm, silent water glide along. No two
islands are alike. There are islands of jungle,
islands of evergreen and jack-pine ridges,
islands with rocky towers and islands of rock
only. An admirer of nature cannot help but
fall in love with the beautiful surroundings.
One would almost believe that the finger of
God in times past had performed the work
of a mighty mechanic. Still, though at the
head of all this marvelous beauty, the White-
mud Canyon has often been described as the
Gates of Hell. When standing on a cliff over
a hundred feet high the mad water rushing
’ through, beating about and roaring the solid
rock you stand on seems to shiver and many a
faint heart has turned back terrified atthe
scene beneath. It is an old Indian saying
that nothing ever came through the White-
mud Canyon alive. Now that you have gota
description of the most interesting part of this
article I will begin my story.
Six canoes are leaving Fort McMurray.
Five of them in the lead are loaded with pro-
visions for Portage La Loche. In the last
canoe are Sergeant Thorne of the R. N. W.
M. P. with Joe Linuet, a French chef, and the
writer as a guide. The Sergeant was ques-
tiened as to his capability in a canoe by the
guide previous to starting. “Poor canoe
man” was the reply. For all that he took his
seat in the bow of the canoe, with sleeves
folded above his“elbows exposing well de-
veloped muscles and the paddle was handled
with greater skill than shown by most would-
be canoe men. His strength shot the canoe
ahead past one canoe and then another until
they were all in the rear. The first half day
took us some two miles above the Pembina
River, over twenty miles from the Fort, where
acamp was pitched for the night, and the chef
performed his duty, in preparing a feast.
Four o’clock the next afternoon took us
within sight of the Cascade. At the foot of
the rapids stood a beautiful buck moose, un-
aware of the approaching danger. A bom-
bardment soon commenced and after the
guide had made a few disgusting misses the
Sergeant hit his mark and got the head. The
rest of the day was spent in carving the buck,
which was divided amongst the Indians who
that evening caught up to us. Then the
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canoe and luggage were packed across the _
portage for the next morning’s early start.
The third day’s journey took us into
Saskatchewan to where the trail crosses
country for twelve miles to Lake La Loche,
The chef was not only good at his profession,
he constructed a lean-to that evening so
artistically bedded with spruce boughs that it
got our highest admiration. That evening ~
lingers in the memory to this day. The Sar-
geant sang his comic songs and sprang comical
yarns. A bright fire lit up the surroundings.
The stars twinkled above, while in the shad-
ows of the spruce an occasional crackling was
heard. ‘‘The wild beasts of the forest have
come to listen to you”? Was my remark. With
a grin on his face the Sergeant answered, “I
don’t blame them. We will give them the
mock of the guitar.”” At that far away in the
hillside the timber wolves groaned and moan-
ed and the chef suggested bed.
While breakfast was being prepared next
morning the Sergeant put on his moccasins
for the trail, and as soon as our appetite was
satisfied he lit out as lightfooted as a jack-
rabbit. The trail was bad, we were in water
up to our ankles and coming to a creek which
empties into Lake La Loche we observed an
Indian birch bark canoe which we consider
easier travelling than walking. After getting
into same Indian fashion we found it to be
something of a sieve. ‘‘Let her go” the Ser-
geant said, ‘“There is a baler” as he tossed me
a tin can, and we baled and paddled around
one curve and then another. A mile and a
half brought us in view of the lake. The wind -
was blowing and the waves were high, the
birch bark would not stand the sea. By
crossing the lake we could reach Portage La_ |
Loche within seven miles. Portage La Loche ~
is on the west side of the lake and by walking
around bends and bays it meant a journey
of twelve miles. I explained to the Sergeant |
that on the trip with J. M. Hill, chief Fire |
Ranger at McMurray, we had not founda _ |
boat and the chief being something of a water —
fowl, stripped, swam the creek and got that |
old raft for my ferry, but after wadingthrough |
muskeg two miles up the shore of the lake we |
came to another creek wider than this one
with a raft again on the opposite side. The —
chief insisted that it was my turn to get the |
raft. What could I do?, I could not refuse,
being his guide, but believe me I don’t want |
another such swim among frogs, worms and
leeches. Leeches may be good for bad ble
but I have no good blood to bait
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gratify these pests. I have known leeches to
hang on by only one end but the Portage
La Loche ones hang on by both ends. To
wait until they dropped off was the chief’s
suggestion. I waited until I could wait no
longer. The chief was on his way rejoicing,
I could wait no longer. Desperately I tore
off one and then another until I had them all
but the ones I could not get at, on my back.
Later they rolled down my pants’ legs and my
feet were bathed in well—the blood of leeches.
At that the Sergeant had just eyed a flat-
bottomed water craft and on arriving found a
pair of oars. ‘Just the thing’ the Sergeant
said, “Just the thing we want.’ We pushed
it out and pulled for the high sea but the scow
_ was not high enough. Water splashed in first
on one side and then on the other. It wasa
case of more pulling and baling. The waves .
would lift us up and then drop us down like a
bucking horse, causing a ticklish sensation
but at length we got past the mouth of Leech
Creek and there discarded our life saver! I
don’t know about the Sergeant but I was tired,
hungry and sore. I guess he was hungry
all right for he said something about the chef
and the good grub that he had left behind.
Four miles further brought us to an Indian
village and the good squaw volunteered to
give us something to eat. It was dried fish
pounded up until it looked something like
shredded wheat or sheep’s wool, with bear oil
poured over it, and cold potatoes. It tasted
like castor oil on wool, but I ate it. The
Sergeant could not goit. With a grin on his
face he managed to down a cold potato. We
paid a dollar for our dinner. Half past five
brought us to the Hudson bay post at Portage
La Loche, and after introducing the Sergeant
to Mr. Green the manager they became so
friendly that I came to the conclusion that
they had been school mates across the pond.
Our chef was no more thought of. We were
soon seated at a table with Mr. Green in the
snug Hudson Bay quarters. To count up all
we got to eat would take up too much space,
but we had hot potatoes fried in bluenose
butter. While eating the Sergeant related
the story of the Indian Village and I can hear
Mr. Green laughing yet. After supper we
were shown a feather pillow H. B. blankets
and linens on spring bed, ‘‘Good-night”’ and
Irolledin. It was one o’clock in the morning;
I woke up hearing two strong voices singing,
__ “On the Way to Mandalay.” I was about to
holler at them to cut it out, but I could not,
_ it sounded too nice. I listened, it was like a
_ dream. I enjoyed it and wished for more and
“more came. I was beginning to wish that I
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‘the next day with an early start. But the
was a youth again. I fell in love with the —
tune and then with the two boys that were so
happy. They passed from Mandalay to —
Tipperary, from Tipperary to Redwing, from __
Redwing to something else, I don’t remember _
what for I was asleep.
It was breaking day, the songs were over
and the Sergeant was rolling in, after bidding
good-morning I was again dead to the world.
On the second day the kind Mr. Green
transferred us across the lake and that evening
we were again with our chef on the banks of
the Clearwater river. The river was in high
water, having risen about four feet and we
speculated on making back to Fort McMurray
early start was not obtainable; we were tired
and slept well, so did the chef. Nine o’clock
brought us to the head of the Whitemud
Canyon. In the middle of the river stands a
rocky island, perpendicular like a statue.
It seems to command like an officer with an
uplifted hand, ‘“‘Halt’’, By keeping close to
the right hand shore you can avoid death and
destruction and Thorne wanted to ascend the
island and it was accomplished from behind.
He is probably the first man that has ever
stood on the island and since then it bears the
name of Thorne’s Island. When leaving the
island we cautiously reached the right hand
shore and by hugging around a triangular
point we avoided danger and got into a pool
to the right of the canyon. There is where
the wonders of creation commence.Out of that
pool runs a creek about twenty feet in width
and empties into the river over a mile below
the canyon. In preference to making the
portage we decided on running that. To our
horror when gliding through the splashing
water we saw wind-falls cross and recross the
creek ahead. ‘“‘Could we stop?’’ No, no
stop, going too fast.”” I almost felt ashamed
of myself having put my comrades in such
danger. I had to make the best of it how-
ever and these obstacles had not been there.
on my previousrun. I shouted to my men to
lie down or get their brains batted out, as
I was endeavoring to steer the canoe to a
given place where the windfall was just high
enough to get under. Orders were not dis-
obeyed. Down we went and all got a good
scraping by some limber limbs. Up again.
Pull to your right Sergeant. Over that one.
Now to the left. Over the next one. Straight
ahead. Under the next. That’s ‘all right,
but what the hell, here is one that don’t go
over, nor under. *” ‘The chef was still lying
on his back in the canoe. “Leap back,
Sergeant, we will ride her,’ were the next
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orders. I felt proud of the Sergeant. I had
never in my life before met a man that obeyed
orders so readily. There was no, ““Why?,
What? or Where?” He saw the danger as
readily as I did and the way out of it. Like
a kitten he was back in the stern with me, and
the canoe at a standstill seesawed on top of
the tree. We jumped ahead; that brought
the hindpart of the canoe out of the water and
we stood on each side of her on the tree. The
chef had his seesaw while we were consulting
on the next move. To cut the story short I
went dangling down the creek alone.
Next for the Opow Rapids at the head of
which stand the prettiest island of the run
_ called Sophie Island. It has towers of rock,
caves and beauty spots of evergreens. It is
the home of the angels, Indian good spirits.
The Opow carries the roughest water of any
of the following rapids but is only a short run
and rough water can be avoided by following
the right channel. The LaBonne is the long-
est rapid on the river—a sheet of solid rough
water for about two miles. There is where
we had ourfun. There is where I said, ‘““God
Bless You’’, for the first time in my life, to the
Sergeant and there is where I felt thankful
for having a two-hundred-pound-chef as a
ballast in the bottom of the canoe, which was
an 18 foot Chestnut as good as new, but for a
little crack in the keel, caused by seesawing
on that famous log. I had never run the
LaBonne Rapid in high water and through my
own carelessness missed the right channel and
again had to make the best of it. The
Sergeant was seated on the mast cross-bar,
taking my somewhat harsh orders to pull to
the right or left, ahead or backwater to avoid
being smashed up on the innumerable bould-
ers which the angry water madly beat over.
There was no avoiding taking water and the
chef got the worst ot it, but like a man, with-
out a murmur he lay there. When halfway
through the rapid I suggested pulling to shore
which was close at hand. The chef thought
we had better or our ballast would float over-
board» There is where we tried the strength
of our Chestnut. The boulders although
smooth and worn scratched and tore the canoe
but the keep again saved her. We managed
to land without an upset and placed our bed-
dingfashore to drain. Our Grub-box for-
tunately was water proof. We used our pots
for baling and after getting the weight of the
water out pulled the canoe ashore for exam-
ination. Finding no serious damage we
launched her again and put our ballast in
place. I remarked,
come’”’ there was not a murmur but a serious
“The worst is yet to-
look and a cold smile from the chef, and we
proceeded. I was joking, but the joke turned —
out to be a pretty serious one. Ahead of us
was a roar of water. I stood up for observa-
tion and saw a drop ahead of us which after-
wards proved to be about twenty feet. Out
further away from shore was a shoot but in
front of it a big wave rose high enough to bury
us all. The big wave broke back on itself
making it worse but to plunge through that
was our only salvation. Still standing up I
yelled to the Sergeant to pull for the centre
of the big wave.‘‘If we don’t make it we will
all go to—well.”” We pulled for every pound
that wasin us. I could not see the Sergeant's
face but his every action showed he was de-'
termined. “If a paddle breaks, we are gone.
If we don’t make the big wave we are gone.
At that our chances are none too good.”
These thoughts were flashing through my
brain and we were almost on the brow of the
falls on the inside of the shoots when the water
seemed to assist us and drew us into the shoots.
I was delighted. ‘Now for the big wave.
The Sergeant is going to get the worst of that
one,” I soliloquized. It was up to me now to
hold the canoe straight on. Broadside meant
a swamp or even a quarter. The canoe
seemed bent on quartering. Using the
paddle as a sweep I managed to head on just
as we reached the wave. I looked at the
ballast.He made not a murmur but gazed
fixedly ahead. I looked at the Sergeant. He
was bending forward like a ram ready to butt,
with the paddle aloft, prepared for the next
command. I yelled, “‘Paddlel’? His paddle
was in the water at once and with three
strokes we struck the wave and there the
Sergeant acted without orders. Lifting his
paddle high in the air with one hand he
grabbed the bridle of the canoe with the other
(a little cross-bar in the very bow of the
canoe). I saw his wise act. Like chain
lightning he braced himself, bent forward and
the wave broke about his body. The canoe
rose, his paddle was in the water again. The
act of the Sergeant saved the canoe from ~
filling and we all cheered as we shot through
the wave. The boat channel was a little to —
the right and with the assistance of the chef,
who paddled like a hero, we reached it and 4
were soon into calm, peaceful, silent water.
We were now approaching the Cascade
which was the last but when these rapids were
reached we decided to portage. It was a
drier proceeding and we had had quite enough
of daring. The rest of the journey was
pleasant and from that day I have swore of
being reckless, and am now areformed can
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HE recent statements as to the in-
creased cost of leathers and the high cost
of shoes and the fact that the market has
been in such a low condition have led the
Bureau of Fisheries at Washington to make
experiments with shark skins and whale
skins with a view to their use for shoes
and other articles where leather is used.
Fine leathers have been made from the
skins of practically all the aquatic mammals
and of some of the fishes; the sea lion, beluga
or white whale, alligator, seal, porpoise, sea
elephant, manatee or dugong, water moccasin,
frog, otter, beaver tail, muskrat, and a
variety of fishes.
In the tanning of aquatic skins the pre-
paration of certain skins in imitation of
others is by no means a difficult process.
In many cases the hides of the walrus, sea
lion and other animals have been so damaged
by their fighting among themselves and from
other causes that, while the raw pelts may be
abundant and cheap enough, it is difficult to
secure them sufficiently free from defect to per-
mit of their use as fancy leathers with econ-
omy. For this reason seal skins, which are
comparatively free from any of these ob-
jections, are generally used to imitate those
leathers, the process being so modified as to
develop the peculiar grain desired. On the
other hand, seal skin is imitated, the skins of
goats and calves being used for the purpose.
When carefully prepared, seal leather
has a greater strength and durability in
_ proportion to its weight than almost any
other on the market, and on account of its
choice and attractive grain is in demand for
such articles as card cases, pocketbooks,
shopping bags, etc.
The skin of the sea lion was formerly con-
sidered unfit for tanning purposes, owing to
its thickness and coarse texture, the only
use being to put it through the oil rendering
- hide is worth as much as the oil, if not more.
The thick hides of the old animals are usually
used as a substitute for walrus hide in pol-
ishing wheels for metal workers, and while
_ inferior to walrus polishing wheels, are prized
_ by silversmiths for small work.
Leather made from walrus skins was
formerly used for the rigging of vessels,
and was also employed to protect the rig-
ging from chafing. Later it came into use
LEATHER FROM MARINE”
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process, rarely saving the skin, but now the ~
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by the silversmiths and manufacturers of
bright metal objects for removing marks
and scratches and to polish fine metal sur-—
faces. The hide is particularly desirable a
for this purpose owing to the peculiar grain, —
which is very tough. Another peculiar use
to which walrus hide is placed is as a covering
for the rollers used in ginning long staple
cotton. The tamed hide is cut into thin
strips and attached to the surface of the roller
and covers the portion that comes into con-
tact with the cotton.
Walrus Hide.
Formerly walrus hide was not used for
fancy articles, but of recent years the hides
are split and so tanned that the grain has an
unusually smooth, velvety appearance, and it
has come into use for such articles as card
cases, belts and the like.
The skin of the manatee or dugong. pro-
duces the most characteristic grain of all
the marine leathers, as it consists of closely
associated and irregular rows of well-de-
veloped ridges, with peculiar indentations or
pin marks surrounded by a circular ridge, the
locations ef the hair follicles. This leather
is difficult to imitate, and only a small quan-
tity of it is received.
The porpoise probably furnishes less
leather for commercial use than any other
aquatic animal. This is owing to the fact
that the skin is seldom free from the marks of
sharks’ teeth. For the manufacture of small
articles there is nothing that can compare
with it in the way of wear, tractility, strength
and suppleness. A piece of porpoise leather
a foot square can be easily drawn out to a
foot and a third in length, a feature that few
other leathers possess. This makes it es-
pecially good for shoemaking, for in whatever
direction the foot is thrust by the weight of the
body the leather adapts itself to that shape.
Being accordingly durable, it will outlast
two or three calf leather soles. Another
recommendation apparent when it becomes
soft is the manner in which it absorbs water
but allows no moisture to penetrate it. Many
shoestrings are made from porpoise leather,
but it does not begin to compare with a string
made from the beluga or white whale skin.
Comparing the porpoise string with one made
from beluga, it has been found that the
beluga string will sustain a weight of about
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1128
300 pounds, whereas one made from porpoise
would only sustain a weight of about 90
pounds.
Beluga Leather.
Because, of its great tensile strength
beluga leather is well adapted to the manu-
facture of machinery belts, as pieces of this
leather have been cut from a single skin
measuring sixty feet long and fifteen inches
wide.
Alligator skins have been utilized for
leather making for many years, and the
demand sometimes far exceeds the supply.
There are several varieties of alligator
skins on the market, yet each differs from the
others in certain well defined characteristics,
and it is owing to these differences that each
variety has its own special use. The skins
are used for a variety of purposes, and at one
time were largely used in the making of shoes.
The skins of sharks, rays and dogfish are
very rough and studded with horny tuber-
culous markings or pro-tuberances, which
are so firmly fixed to the skin that they are
not easily separated therefrom. They take,
however, a polish almost equal to stone.
Formerly large quantities of shark skins were
used for polishing wood, ivory and other
materials for which they are excellent owing
to their roughness, hardness and durability.....
The skin of the diamond shark is also used
to cover the sword grips of army sabres, and
for this purpose is not surpassed by any
material obtainable.
Sturgeon skin is used quite extensively
both in a commercial way, and for orna-
mental purpose. Some of the skins are
very attractive, especially those found on
the European coasts, which are distinguished
by rows of small but very horny bosses
between which are numerous horny pro-
tuberances varying in form from a mere dot to
beautiful irregular shaped bosses nearly half
an inch in length. These skins are very oily,
WHALE HUNTING
O* all the stories associated with the sea
few are more fascinating than that of
whale-hunting. Describing in the Em-
pire Review whale hunting in the North
Atlantic, Ford Fairford says: The steamers
usually set out at the dawn of day, when the
whales visit the surtace to “‘blow.’’ The ves-
sels are about 100 tons and can command a
speed of 12 knots an hour. They are equip-
ped with the modern harpoon. an instrument
after which he is pumped buoyant; that » is,
ah Res a
however, uh half a ‘ill of oil me
moved from the cavity beneath —
several of the bosses. i
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Tails of Beavers. healt.
The tails of beavers make a leather seen _
occasionally on the market. This is a most _
curiously marked leather, being covered ia
with .unimbricated scale-like bosses of irre- 4
gular outline. Each of the bosses is about
a third of an inch in length. Very little of
this leather is found on the market. Itis
used for the purpose of covering small jewelry
boxes and the like.
Water snake skins are tanned and used
to some extent also, but the demand for
them is not large. They are used more
for the novelty of the thing and not for
their wearing qualities.
Garfish or armored fish and frogs are
used to a-limited extent for leather pur-
poses. Frog skin is thin and very pliable
and possesses a delicate but not an especially
attractive grain.
Certain varieties of fish furnish good
leather. At Gloucester, Mass., shoes
gloves have been made from the iat
codfish “and of cusk, while in Egypt fish
skins are used for shoe soles. In Russia and
Siberia the women trim their dresses with
the skins of the turbot. These skins are also
largely used in Europe for binding books and
in the making of whips. In the far north the
skins of salmon, cod and other fish are utilized
for making various garments. The skins are
taken from the fish in blanket form and the
scales carefully removed. They are then
dried and afterward worked with a scraper ;
until they are pliable. When finished this —
membrane resembles closely kidskin in ap-
pearance and finish, being very soft as well, |
and is almost as tough as parchment. They :
are then dyed and sewn together with fine —
thread, generally made from fish. skin. ;
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chunked of two bolts of iron four feet love y
armed with movable barbs. This is fired —
from a gun at the bow of the vessel, and the 4 <4
explosive bomb never fails to accomplish its —
mission in two seconds after being fired. The
cable attached to the harpoon and the ship
holds the whale securely until he is played out,
filled with hot air from a pipe at the boi
and then he is left upon the suriacer of
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water until the termination of the day’s hunt,
when he is towed to the flensing slips of one of
the various factories along the coast.
The sperm whales are the most coveted,
but they are not so numerous as the other
varieties in the North Atlantic. The length
of the sperm is about 75 feet, his weight 90
tons, and he yields something like 25 tons of
oil. He is not difficult to kill, swims low, and
is distinguishable by his double blow hole.
The hunters generally ‘fish’ them in a
three-mile circle, and if once they can be con-
fined to that area the killing of them presents
no difficulty. They are caught between
June and September in the vicinity oi the
Funk Islands, the home of halibut, the sperm
whale’s favorite dish. As many as nine hali-
but have been taken out of the body of a dead
sperm. They are also extremely fond of
sharks. Only a short time ago a sperm whale
was captured near the Funks, which yielded
from its head alone 98 4 casks of oil containing
46 gallons each, held in its stomach a shark
9 feet long, three large halibut and 50 codfish
of various sizes.
The blue or sulphur whales are the first
of the various species to show themselves
early in the spring. They are probably the
least pugnacious, and consequently easy to
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Hale} = follows: |
“* |. . This last hunt, the Ross, (.280 High Velocity) was
the whole show, although there were five other rifles along
and they fired twenty shots to the Ross’ one, and yet out
of fourteen elk killed the Ross got eleven.
«« ._ . . This gun does what I have read that other guns
would do, but they all failed in the test until I bought
this gun of yours. No more misses’ within shooting dis-
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when that Ross bullet struck them they crumpled up like
a house of cards... after it happened eleven times [
knew it was not by accident they were killed so dead. .. .”
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nght,.but it is har@™to learn to squeeze it
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the finest pull’ ¥ have ever fingered. Some
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