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miles north of Bangor and some thirty-six miles from the 

 nearest railway. 



Under promise of good trout fishing we induced two pisca- 

 torially inclined friends, Messrs. W. F. Lamont and J. \V. 

 Gough, to make up our little party of four, all of us near 

 neighbors in Boston, which met at Bangor on the morning of 

 June 24th, and took the train for Staceyville, one hundred 

 miles to the north. L,ittle did we reckon on the hardships in 

 store for us ; the weary miles of walking over the worst roads 

 on earth, the struggle through the virgin forest with forty 

 pounds of luggage apiece on our backs, and last but not least 

 the daily conflict with black-flies, whose bites mixed with sun- 

 burn makes a combination never to be forgotten. 



Leaving Staceyville at noon with our baggage piled high on 

 a buckboard drawn by two stout horses, we plunged into the 

 forest. The weather was cloudy with a tendency to rain, but 

 about four o'clock the sun came out just as we reached a clear- 

 ing in the woods. Here, while the horses were having a short 

 rest, I began my first collecting, taking A. atlaiitis, P. uvctcis, 

 M. harrisii and L. arthcmis, besides others of less account. 

 We passed that night in a comfortable camp at a place called 

 ' Lunksoos, ' ' on the east branch of the Penobscot River. This 

 camp, which is a substantial two-story log-house, is run by 

 Mr. and Mrs. " Ed " Rogers ; and it was here we were joined 

 by Percy Hussey who was to be our guide for the next two 

 weeks while we were in the wilderness. We had accomplished 

 about eight miles the first day. 



The next morning bright and early we resumed our journey. 

 A log-jam in the river caused some delay, but finally we got 

 across on the ferry. This latter is a flat old "scow," sunk 

 almost to the water's edge ; but in spite of its looks, it proved 

 able to float the whole outfit, horses, buckboard and all acn>s> 

 the river. The "tote-road" lies along the western bank of 

 the Wissataquoik River, through an open and rather barren 

 country caused by numerous forest fires. The collecting was 

 fair, but as we kept pushing on as fast as possible there was 

 not an over abundance of time to spare, We walked most of 

 the time, the roads being too rough to permit of riding on the 

 buckboard with any degree of comfort. 



