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us four at Utica waiting for the live o'clock train on the 

 Black River Hail-Road. 



That road is associated in many minds with the opening 

 scenes of the deliirhful vacation months. When thesummer 

 days come, and one lias a lish-rod in his hands, then "Black 

 River Rail-Road " is a phrase to conjure with. The lirain 

 of the happy sportsman, at the sound of these mairie \\onK 

 is tilled with pictures of camp and stream and lake; for 

 this road, for many miles, skirls the wilderness, and almost 

 ever}' station is the gateway to Paradise. 



"Trenton!" shouts the lirakeman ; and the pas-ennvr 

 drops his paper, e;r_'erl\ gazes out of the window, \ainh 

 strivini; to u'ain a single .uTmipse of the romantic and pietnr 

 esqne Trenton Falls. 



At " Prospect " he reinemliers that here he may leave the 

 train and find his way to .lock's Lake, or West Canada 

 Creek, or, still fnrtheraway, to Piseeo and Plea-ant Lakes, 

 where, in olden times there has heen untold sport. 



At "Alder Creek" he is reminded of \Voodlmll, the 

 Bishy Lakes, and ( 'an.-iclia.ii'ala. with the famous Canaeha 

 u-ala sprini: hole " beyond. 



Then come " P.imneville " and "Port Leyden, '' both 

 entrances to the Moose River waters, the Fulton Chain 

 with itsei-'ht rlitterinu- lakes; the lirown Tract Inlet ami 

 the noble Raquetle Lake beyond, easily aeeessiMe. 



The traveler reaches "Martinslmrirh " and "Lowville;' 

 and "No. 4," the P.eaver River Country, with the Tupper 

 Lakes beyond, will inevitably come to mind,' for these 

 stations are the points of entrance to those localities. 



