264 CRANBERRY LAKE. THE OSWEGATCHIE. 



Burnliain wa. on hand, by appointment, \\\\\i a Concord 

 roach drawn by four horses, and a larue open wa-ion ; 

 without unnecessary delay, we shook hands ail around 

 with the Dodds family, whom we all remember with 

 pleasure and m-atilude. and with our guides, most of whom 

 were good fellows ; shouted and san.u 1 our farewells to 

 Cranberry Lake, with a elieer and a ti-vr" for the lirandy 

 Brook trout, with " ways that are dark and tricks that art 

 vain"; and rolled and bump"d and thumped away, over 

 the corduroy of the first mile, and the roots and stone> and 

 hills succeeding, toward the outer world. 



As \ve approached Conk'- Sprimr-Hole. tin- Senator, who 

 enjoys that sort of thin;-, for t lie hundredth time beiran to 

 quiz the 'Squire about his " bi^ trout." 



'S(|iiire." slid he. nunr now 1 Tell us ju>t how you 

 caught your big trout. Do you mean to insist, now tliat 

 we are going out of the woods, and must all le--in to -et 

 back to the habit of telling the truth, do you mean to 

 stick to it that you caimht 'hat trout with a hook and 

 line ?" 



"Gentlemen," said the 'Squire and he had the air of a 

 stump orator every time he opened his jolly mouth 

 tlemen. I have told you a hundred times that 1 caught that 

 trout in Cook's Spring H"lc, with hook and line and that 

 is true" 



"Yea, yes," chimed in all the rest, "that's what you've 

 told us. 1/nif'M f >>/< but honest Indian, now. you know." 



"Well, gentlemen, we'll a-k Cook himself ; there he is, 

 up ly his patch of corn/' 



