The Days of a Man [[1909 



had the charm of a continuous Corot landscape. 

 Champlain and Memphremagog, narrow, deep, gla- 

 ciated valleys filled with clear water, kept us busy for 

 a time, the former especially with its problems of the 

 "wall-eye" or dore? not to be finally settled until 

 reciprocity grants fishermen on either side of the 

 tenuous boundary line equal access to waters and 

 markets. 



The At the Thousand Islands in the St. Lawrence, a fine 



Thousand s t e am yacht was turned over to us for a delightful and 



Islands ~ \ . , A . . 



profitable day. Among the guests who went along, 

 two young women seemed especially interested in our 

 operations. But on leaving, one encouraged me by 

 the remark, "I love to talk with old men," and the 

 other, who had assiduously devoted herself to Stolz, 

 said: "My husband is coming back tonight and I 

 should so like to have him meet you." 



In Lake Ontario we made studies at Picton and 

 Toronto, then, crossing to Niagara Falls and Buffalo, 

 TO Gaines- we went over to my home county of Wyoming for a 

 Vllle week-end. At Gainesville I met Nyram Barrell, Frank 

 Bristol, and others of the old "Zouaves." The cran- 

 berry pond looked as of yore, but the farm was in 

 rather weak hands, and the beautiful maple and 

 chestnut shade trees (scrupulously spared by us) had 

 been largely turned into firewood. 



A rich On long, narrow Lake Erie, set crosswise of the 



feeding glacial movement, we found the finest fresh-water 

 fisheries in the world; for being relatively warm and 

 shallow, rarely over twenty feet in depth, it swarms 

 throughout with the small organisms which form the 

 staple of fish food. It thus sharply contrasts with the 

 main channels of Superior and Huron, the excavated 



1 Stizostedion vitreum. 



