Hunting by Torchlight. 23 



A smudge protected us from the musquitoes and 

 black flies, and our slumbers were unbroken. 



The next day we started for Bradley's pond, a 

 little lake some five miles deeper in the forest, and 

 midway between the Shazee and the Upper Chatau- 

 gay. On the bank we built a temporary shantee, and 

 I threw my fly for a few minutes — but it was wasteful 

 to take trout as I caught them there, and I desisted. 

 We coasted this little sea before evening. It is per- 

 haps two miles in circumference, but has little that is 

 attractive about it, save that it lays there all alone in 

 the forest, and great trees hem it in on all sides. Its 

 shores are low and marshy, and I cannot recommend 

 it for its beauty. In the evening we prepared a torch, 

 and struck out on the water in pursuit of deer. It is 

 marvellous, the number there were, along the shores 

 of this little lake. It affords, however, abundant pas- 

 ture for them. Pond-lilies and grasses grow in the 

 shallow water in great profusion. The pond-lily, in 

 these lakes, differs from any I have ever seen else- 

 where. It grows up from the bottom, sometimes from 

 a depth of fifteen feet, with a great rough stem like a 

 cabbage-stalk, of the same pithy and fibrous texture, 

 as large as a man's arm, until it reaches the surface, 



