100 UP THE ST. JOHNS RIVER. 



all forgot that it was Sunday till a sharp rain drove us 

 in and broke up the shooting match ; then they expressed 

 themselves ! 



Just before sunset we entered Lake Munroe, where 

 the river expands into a noble lake, over six miles in 

 diameter. On its western side is situated the town of 

 Mellcnville, where we got such beauties of lemons, ten 

 to twelve ounces each, and cheap four cents apiece. 

 Thence we crossed over to Enterprise. This little place 

 consists of a hotel, a store, and two or three houses, and 

 has a population of perhaps forty. It is the farthest 

 point to which a regular line of steamers plies, but to the 

 sportsman there is still another hundred miles of narrow 

 river, deep lagoons, gloomy bayous, and wild, untrodden 

 land, where all sorts of game, such as bears, wild turkeys, 

 deer, and ducks are plentiful, and the waters teem with 

 great varieties of fish. Splendid black bass, ten pounds 

 in weight, abound they call them trout here besides 

 bream, perch, and great catfish, from three pounds up 

 to incredible figures. For the benefit of travellers, I 

 would state that the story of the bears here being web- 

 footed is not strictly in accordance with fact. There is 

 a fair hotel at Enterprise. It is clean, beautifully situ 

 ated near an orange grove, with a fine outlook on the 

 lake, a fine sulphur spring near by, and a little lake 

 two miles inland, where our fishermen secured a fine 

 string of black bass in an afternoon s fishing, and a 

 woody back country, which, when Tyson goes out with 

 his hounds, will always yield at least one deer, and gen 

 erally more. From here parties penetrate into the 

 Indian river country, where a bag of a dozen alligators 

 is but an ordinary day s work. The little steamer 

 Silver Spring, with an experienced captain, takes 



