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Identifier: ForeststreamXXVIA (find matches)
Title: Forest and stream
Year: 1873 (1870s)
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Subjects: Periodicals Hunting Fishing Outdoor life Sports
Publisher: New York, N.Y. : (Forest and Stream Publishing Co.)
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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POOH! Whooh! Sunfish indeed! Is that the way you passyour leisure hours?Was it Wawayanda, or Kingfisher, from whose lipsproceeded those contemptuous explosions? Stay thy speech,most reverend seigniors and highly respected brothers of theanele, for I write not now of the Acanihopterygii, but of thePlectognaflics; not of the humble punkin seed, hut of Oriha-goriseus mola; and if your bashing tackle ever gets fast to sucha specimen as we one day sighted off Tarpaulin Cove, youwill find that it is no Pomotis vulgaris tugging at the line,thats all. I would remark right here (and what I says I stands to),that if any one chooses to pick a quarrel with me for my useof a scientific nomenclature which, for anything I know,may be antiquated, I shall depend on Aunt Hannah to ter-minate the discussion. She is my old shotgun, and neverwent back on me but once, and that was owing to the pe-culiar business methods of Mr. E. W. Gillett, of Chicago,who had made the od with which I on one occasion unad-
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THE STJNFISH (Mola rotunda, Cuvter).From The Fisheries and Fishery Industries of the United States. visedly treated the locks, and who had also printed uponthe label of the lubricant, Warranted not to gum So it came about that one day when Henry Smith waspaddling me down Willsons River, and a couple of mallardsamse from a pool in advance, I essayed to raise the hammer,which refused to remain at full cock. This bothered me, ofcourse, and the birds had nearly passed out of Aunt Han-nahs jurisdiction before I decided to leave the left hammeralone and to cock the right. The drake was just swingingaround a bend, good sixty yards away, when the old guncracked at last. Some do not call this a long range. I do;but the drake splashed in the water, dead, just as hisrespected lady disappeared behind a clump of bushes. Being in some haste at the time of leaving home, I hadneglected to test the working of the locks, and I now sup-posed that one of them was out of order, and for a few hoursfelt a t

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