70 FISHING WITH THE FL T. 



Aug. dth. — We left our camp with one tent, two 

 canoes, and provisions for four days ; walked through 

 the woods three miles to a lake, through which our 

 river runs, which is eight miles above us by the stream. 



. . . It is a lovely sheet of water about three and 

 a-half miles long and one and a-half wide, surrounded, 

 except at the inlet and outlet, by rocky cliffs, in many 

 places five to eight hundred feet high. .... 



Aug. 10th. — To our usual breakfast was added this 

 morning a broiled partridge (ruffed grouse) which 

 Fabian killed with a stick or stone yesterday, in mak- 

 ing the portage. While at breakfast a gray or silver 

 fox ran past us within twenty feet of where we sat. 

 The woods are filled with squirrels ; their chattering is 

 heard constantly. Large and very tame fish-hawks 

 abound — reminding one of the beach from Sandy Hook 

 to Long Branch. . . . We have tickled the lake 

 with a spinner, trolled with a long hand line, for pick- 

 erel. We fished but an hour with two lines. We caught 

 fourteen, weighing thirty-four pounds. 



Aug. 11th. — We fished down from the Middle Camp 

 (as our present one is called). M. had the morning's 

 fishing in the " spring hole," and took six fish averag- 

 ing two pounds each. In the Magdalen pool I took 

 three one pound trout immediately upon throwing in. 

 Suddenly not ten feet from where I stood (I was in the 

 water up nearly to my waist), and directly in front of 

 me, a monster fish from three to four feet long, and of 

 thirty or thirty-five pounds weight, shot up from the 



