After July and from thence to September they disappear from among us of the rivers, and during that period they are taken constantly by _squidding_, as it is called, that is to say, by using a large sized Limerick-hook, _shanked_ with a piece of bright tin, mother-of-pearl, or ivory, attached to a long cod-line wound upon a card, in the rapid swirling eddies among rocks in the great outer tideways, and yet more readily in the wild, thundering surfs of the outside beaches. I have seen them taken thus off Shrewsbury Inlet, near Sandy-Hook, to the weight of sixty or seventy pounds; but it is a laborious, wet, and dirty toil, and cannot in anywise be regarded as a sport. The line, without a rod, is whirled round the head, and the squid delivered, without a splash in the water, if it so may be, and then dragged in hand over hand, the fish striking with his whole power, and being mastered by main force. Late in the autumn the Bass run in again, for what purpose we know not, save this, that the growth and comparative size of the fry as taken not justifying our believing that they breed in fresh rivers—we must consider them to be in pursuit of prey. In the Delaware they are trolled for gnostically and rightfully, with a minnow, shiner, or young shad, baited on a double hook, armed on a treble gut with two swivels, a trolling-rod, and good Conroy’s reel—this is the true and scientific way of doing it. The best rod for this sport is the regular trolling, or, as it is otherwise called, _barbed_ rod. It should be twelve feet long, the butt of stout ash, the second and third joints of hickory, and the fourth of lance-wood. It should by no means have rings, but the new patent rail-road guides, five in number, exclusive of the funnel guide at the tip. It is a very good plan to have a double set of guides, on the opposite sides of the rod, for the stress is so great in this kind of fishing that in time the best rods will acquire a curvature, and lose their elasticity. This is easily counteracted by changing the line from side to side, and thus reversing the action. The best trolling-rods are made by George Karr, of Grand Street, and Ben Welch, of Cherry St., New York. The reel should be a simple one, large enough to contain one hundred yards of line. This truly sporting mode of killing the Striped Bass is not used in New York, where, in fact, there are few fishermen, except _fly_ fishermen—some very good, although, like angel visits—or pot fishermen. There the crab and the shrimp, with a _dobber_, as the pot fishermen call it, is the weapon, and the best wielder of it is he who brings the most and heaviest fish to _pot_, with the most violence and the least skill. The autumn being past, the Striped Bass retires for the winter to the mud-holes, which he loves, the soft, warm coves at the mouths of rivers and estuaries, wherein he lurks requiescent until spring again calls his prey into the rivers, and himself out of his lurking-places.