114 THE ST. KKGIS AND SAI!A.\.\< S. 



There was one learned old Doctor and Professor from 

 New Haven who interested me very much. He was quite 

 inlirm, and his son, who accompanied him, with filial devo- 

 tion anticipated every want. The brave old man was out 

 early every morning, and, with a guide, rowed around the 

 little rocky peninsula, south easterly from the hotel, to the 

 mouth of a cold stream that comes through the tama- 

 racks into the lake not far beyond. There, at the edge of 

 the lily-pads (successors of t hose noted by \\ ( '. IVimein 

 his delicious volume, " I (Jo A Fishing, " on page T-M ) he 

 skilfully and patiently cast his Hies until he took the one 

 Inn- trout awaiting hi- morning call, and then returned to 

 the hote] to breakfast and for the d r 



It was something more than a >plendid trout that he 

 brought to our view as we m.-t him at the landing. The 

 young hejirl in t!ie old body. Hie -inline enthu-ia-m of 

 the veteran angler.- the gloritication of the gentle art 

 which has soothed and comforted many an aged philo.M)- 

 pher, all this he revealed to us. and we wanted to lift tin- 

 grand old man to our shoulders and bear him in reverent 

 triumph up the ascent. 



Another day, a robust, handsome, middle aged gentle- 

 man, who they said was a wealthy, hard working merchant, 

 of New York City, went early in the morning, with his 

 guide, to Osgood Pond. In the early evening they re- 

 turned, the guide bringing, literally, a big back load of 

 the finest trout 1 ever saw, great, splendid fello\\ -. ;di 

 that the man could comfortably carry. There was admira 

 lion and rejoicing on all hands, and especially, among 111" 



