the water up through a swampy section 

 about a quarter of a mile, flooding both 

 banks of the river through the woods, 

 thus creating a fair sized artificial pond. 



Bige and I decided that this would 

 be a good place to fish, but that it would 

 be difficult, if not impossible, to reach 

 the deep water of the channel without 

 a boat. So it was arranged that Bige 

 should take the basket containing food 

 and cooking utensils up over the tote- 

 road, leave it at the beaver dam, then 

 go on to Wolf Pond where we had left 

 one of our boats, and carry the boat 

 back through the woods to the dam 

 where I should meet him about three 

 hours later. 



In order to make use of the time on 

 my hands, I put on my wading pants 

 and hob-nailed shoes and proceeded to 

 wade up stream, making a cast occa- 

 sionally where a likely spot appeared. It 

 was a wonderful morning. The weather 



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