102 THE ST. ItKOIS AND sVKANACS. 



But, finally. at ;i good round distance, we lirard his gruff 

 voice, raised to a high key, shouting, "Here's the road' 

 Come over liere! " \V r e responded as quickly as we could, 

 following his voice as lie occasionally called, and at length 

 found the trail. 



Halsey liuhted ii|. the jack, I don't know why he didn't 

 do 80 before, which enabled us to see our path. From 

 this time on, until we reached our boats, away we went. 

 Chris, leading the procession and Halsey with the jack 

 immediately after, at a breakneck pare. Chris, walked 

 as if he had four legs, and we. with only a pair apiece, 

 found dilliculiy in keeping up with him. 



It Was eleven o'clock at night when we reached the 

 Meacham Lake House. wet. pretty cold from our ride on 

 the lake, thoroughly tired. but with a dry bed to sleep in, 

 and a roof to cover us two things which sundry forest 

 experiences have taught me to highly prize. Then i- 

 glory in " roughing it," but there is a vast deal of comfort. 

 when night comes, in having some place to lay your head 

 where the rain come- not, and the waters do not break 

 through and dampen. 



When we came to think of it by day light, in dry 

 clothes, and our joints limbered up, we rejoiced that we 

 had seen Still-water, the pleasant. wind'tig river, and the 

 forest, scenery, common enough in the Adirondack*, but 

 ever new and ever enticing to the lover of untamed nature. 

 Not the least of its attractiveness lies in the fact that it is 

 out of the beaten path in the wilderness, and of the (low 

 ing tides of tourists who annually pour through the 

 popular thoroughfares of the great forest, and pass by and 

 leave this secluded stream to the adventurous sportsman 



