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quarter pounds. We returned to camp at six o'clock, having 

 had all the sport we wanted for one day. Our friends in the 

 other two boats, and those who were fishing from the shore, 

 all brought in fine strings of bass. The afternoon's catch 

 weighed in the aggregate 180 pounds. 



The second day being Sunday, we concluded to make a 

 holiday of it, and go fishing, for a change. Mr. Thayer, his 

 son Charlie and Leroy Wheaton in one boat, and Moulton 

 and myself in the other, pulled up the east shore of the lake 

 about a mile, to where a small lake is connected with the 

 main one by a narrow channel. Here we landed, and went 

 into the small lake for the purpose of procuring bait. We 

 dipped up a good lot of minnows, and got a few frogs and 

 clams. 



To see Leroy catch pollywogs, and to hear the droll re- 

 marks he made about them, was more fun than fishing, and I 

 spent an hour watching and listening. He is an original char- 

 acter, and furnished fun for the whole camp all the time we 

 were out. He is one of the most useful men in camp, or on 

 any hunting or fishing expedition, that I have ever met. He 

 is large and muscular, good natured, willing, and anxious to 

 please and accommodate every one with whom he comes in 

 contact. He will pull on a pair of oars all day, and come into 

 camp at night as full of fun and frolic as when he started out 

 in the morning. He is one of the most skillful deer hunters in 

 the state, and the crack of his Winchester sounds the funeral 

 knell of almost every deer that exposes itself to his deadly 

 aim. A gentleman who hunts a great deal with him tells 

 me that he has, on two different occasions, seen him jump 

 two deer together in the thick woods, and kill both of them 

 before they could get out of reach. In many respects he is 

 a second edition of old Leatherstocking. 



The small lake where we got our bait was also alive with 



