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dened the vision of the veteran, and not a break of the sur- 

 face encouraged us who stood and lounged on the shore 

 and admired and waited and made elaborate jokes. The 

 Commodore (for so we voted him, while the boy defied 

 correct designation ) finally furl reeled in his line, gathered 

 in his unavailing flies and came ashore. There was yet 

 light enough, and we, followed him, in a clambering way. 

 to some supposed fishing grounds above the dam among 

 rocks and eddies and pools, where trout ought to have 

 been but were not. They were off, for the hot weather, at 

 the cool spring-holes. 



It is not the duty of the Scribe to record here the 

 whispered consultations and conspiracies, that evening. 

 among the well informed of the party, in regard to him of 

 the vocal nose and his allotment in the doubling up at bed 

 time made necessary by our limited accommodations. 



At four o'clock in the morning we were up. breakfasted 

 as soon as possible, and were ofT again in good order and 

 excellent spirits, but decorously mindful that it was Sun- 

 day morning a matter which our jovial Captain, in par 

 ticular. never forgets whether in the woods or out. The 

 cool, fresh, dewy forest and pure, woodsy air were deli 

 cious; and the road itself, by day light, was really quite 

 good. At ten o'clock we reached 'The Dam." at the foot 

 of Cranberry Lake, where the Junior, already transformed 

 into a typical woodsman, met us with boats and guide- lor 

 taking us to camp. However, a small tub of a steam boat 

 was at the bank, awaiting a party. Chester S, Lord, of tin- 

 New York Sun, and others, who arrived just before us ; 



