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on tlie west and nortli the old forest stretches aWay 

 in all its primeval grandeur. It is indented witli 

 beautiful bays, in wliicli a boat may float unseen from 

 the broad lake itself. A hundred little streams 

 come dancing and laughing down precipitous ledges, 

 or from little inlets, into which our canoe would glide, 

 while above us the branches of the trees, festooned with 

 wild vines met, like an arbor in a lady's garden— 



""We cast our lines in Largo Bay." 



Eeader, did you ever throw the fly to tempt the 

 silvery denizen of the lake, or river, to his destruction? 

 Have you watched him, as it skimmed like a living 

 insect along the surface, dart from his hiding-place, 

 and rush upon the tempting but deceitful morsel ; and 

 have you noticed his astonishment, when he found the 

 hook was in his jaw ? Have you watched him, as he 

 bent your slender rod "like a reed shaken by the 

 wind," in his efforts to free himself, and then have 

 you reeled him to your hand, and deposited him in 

 your basket, as the spoil of your good right arm ? If 

 you have not^ leave the dull, monotonous, every-day 

 things around you, and flee to the Chazy Lake. If 

 you have and love the sport, still tramp over the 



