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Peter," who acted as scout and guide for the United States forces on 

 Lake Champhiiu during the last war with Great Britain. Both father 

 and son were guides to Mr. Headley, in his explorations in the Adi- 

 rondacks ; and Mitchell and his son, John, still act as guides to hun- 

 ters and anglers. During the month of March (1865) some good 

 Christians at Long Lake selected Sebattis, on account of his stability 

 and weight of character, to perform a mission to New York and 

 Philadelphia, for the purpose of raising funds to build a little church 

 in his wilderness village. He came, accompanied by his son, 

 and from the ftict of being an Indian, created more sympathy for the 

 enterprise than a white man could have gained, and was quite suc- 

 cessful. He told me in his quiet way that he was very anxious to 

 Christianize some of the white Indians^ who came from the large 

 cities, and who were given to cursing and swearing, and fishing and 

 hunting on the Sabbath. Besides attending to his duties at home, 

 Sebattis last fall killed over sixty deer and two panthers. 



At this time of the year, the early spring, when many a fly-fisher 

 is looking after his tackle, and already emjoying in anticipation the 

 sport of the coming summer, and some even endeavoring to " force 

 the season," the following extract, clipped' from the New York Jour- 

 nal of Commerce, will no doubt commend itself to those who love 

 angling for its accessories. It is such an outspeaking of the true 

 angler, and so strong an argument in favor of the salutary effects of 

 our art on mind and body, that, with a slight omission, I quote it at 

 length. 



TROUT-FISHING. 



The month of March wakes up the spirit of angling in a great 

 many minds, and some of our citizens are already preparing for the 

 Trout-fishing. Long Island streams are the only places as yet in which 

 Trout can be taken with any comfort, or in any quantity ; and with 

 all respect to the gentlemen who hurry off in the spring for this sport, it 

 must be said that Trout-fishing on Long Island in March is no sport. It 

 does not pay. There is but little true sport in angling on a cold day, 

 with a March wind in one's face, damp feet, snow-flakes flying, and all 

 the other accompaniments of the most disagreeable of American months. 

 The true pleasure of Trout-fishing was long ago established to be in the 



