LET US GO AFIELD 



but it almost made no difference when we looked 

 out over the lake from a high shore, studying the 

 bars for good fishing places. Old John grumbled 

 a bit when he saw the head of the lake still stained 

 a trifle with glacier water. 



"Just the luck !" said he. "I've caught some old 

 whales right up there." 



There were no tin cans on this lake. It has seen 

 but few visitors in all its many, many days. Its 

 shores have never been laid out for the use of man. 

 As beautiful as apples of gold in pictures of silver, 

 it was rough-set in great bowlders which had come 

 down in the snowslides in years past. These rocks, 

 hid deep in alders and willows, lay for half a mile, 

 to weary and entangle the angler if any angler 

 can be weary. The cover came so close to the water 

 that it was impossible to get out a back cast; but 

 we hardly looked where we were going. Out in the 

 lake, beyond reaching distance from the shore, 

 the trout were rising and there was no boat or 

 raft! 



All anglers are resourceful, and there was need 

 of resource here. We studied the shore line, re- 

 garding some of the giant bowlders, big as a church, 

 which had rolled on out into deep water, and for 

 thus does Nature leave her secrets unguarded ever 

 leading out to one of these big bowlders we found 



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