“My God! This is not rapids, but a jam of fish!”     Mr. Crawford saw in startled amazement that they were, indeed, surrounded by big fish, some longer than a man. The sturgeon leaped and darted, showing the white gleam of their bellies, as they spurted along and churned the waters with head and tail. There were thousands of them, traveling up stream in a wedge shape, with a leader at the head. Except for a narrow streak on each side of the river, the fish wade the river look like a bed of rapids. By striking with their paddles, the men managed to clear a path to the bank without their canoe being crushed by the sportive monsters. Then, by dragging their canoe cautiously along the bank for half an hour, they got ahead of this school, which was swimming at the rate of about three miles an hour up stream. Later another school like the first was encountered. and still another, a although smaller. After that Mr. Crawford’s party passed straggling bunches of five or six. From— Hopkinsville Kentuckian. (Hopkinsville, Ky.), 23 Aug. 1904. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.