the valley between the two mountains, 

 we crossed West Bay Brook. This 

 brook we had fished three or four miles 

 below, near where it emptied into Cedar 

 Lake, but in this section where the 

 stream was small, overgrown with alders 

 and covered with "slash" from the lum- 

 ber operations, we had not thought it 

 worth the effort. 



There was an elbow in the brook at 

 the place where we crossed it, and a 

 large tree lying across the stream had 

 collected driftwood and formed a dam 

 above which was a deep pool about thir- 

 ty feet in diameter. Looking down from 

 the bridge which the west wind had made 

 for us to cross upon, we saw that the 

 pool was alive with trout. The bottom 

 seemed black with a solid army forma- 

 tion of fish, lying close together, sides 

 touching, heads up stream ; while schools 

 of smaller trout, disturbed by our pre- 

 sence, swiftly swam around the pool 



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