pick up the struggling fish and fly away 

 with it. This fellow hooked onto a fish 

 so big he could not lift it. 



FOUR miles up the river and about 

 five miles eastward over Bear 

 Mountain, brought Bige and me to 

 "Hotel Palmer" on the shore of Sargent 

 Pond. One room and bath were avail- 

 able and we took both, the latter in 

 the pond. 



We had just enough time to finish 

 supper before dark. The dishes had to 

 be washed by lantern light. In the 

 middle of the night we heard a " Porky" 

 crawling over the roof, dragging his 

 heavy spine covered tail over the boards. 

 It sounded like the scraping of a stiff 

 wire scratch brush. We heard him sniff 

 and knew that he was seeking the food 

 in our pack basket, which his sensitive 

 nose told him was somewhere near. We 



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