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From Hewett's, after engaging his young- 

 est son, the "Bub" of the family, a 

 young man about twenty and a thorough 

 woodsman, as guide, we took to the woods 

 in good earnest, our destination being the 

 Stillwater of the Boreas, a long, deep, dark 

 reach in one of the remote branches of the 

 Hudson, about six miles distant. Here we 

 paused a couple of days, putting up in a di- 

 lapidated lumberman's shanty, and cooking 

 our fish over an old stove which had been 

 left there. The most noteworthy incident of 

 our stay at this point was the taking by my- 

 self of half a dozen splendid trout out of the 

 Stillwater, after the guide had exhausted his 

 art and his patience with very insignificant 

 results. The place had a very trouty look, 

 but as the season was late and the river 

 warm, I knew the fish lay in deep water, 

 from which they could not be attracted. In 

 deep water, accordingly, and near the head 

 of the hole, I determined to look for them. 

 Securing a club, I cut it into pieces about 

 an inch long, and with these for bait, sank 

 my hook into the head of the Stillwater and 

 just to one side of the main current. In less 

 than twenty minutes, I had landed six noble 

 fellows, three of them over one foot long 



