130 THE SPORTSMAN'S PARADISE; 



a sack of flour which weighed one hundred pounds. It 

 should now be understood that we have left civilization 

 behind us ; that our eyes are turned towards the grand 

 wilderness which we are about entering, and that within it 

 we are bound to remain six or ei^ht weeks without seeine 

 a human habitation. The photographer has caught up this 

 view — this grand wilderness — and fixed it on paper, that I 

 may present it to the interested reader who has concluded 

 to follow us in our ramble, — to camp with us in the forest. 



The author and the photographer reached Rock Lake 

 about eleven o'clock, closely followed by the guides and 

 their assistants ; but this was only their first trip, while one- 

 half of our luggage still remained on the top of the 

 mountain. Consequently, after a brief rest, Wellington, 

 George, Emerson, and Mossup, Sr., returned to bring up 

 the balance. I retained young Mossup to paddle a canoe 

 for me while I fished in the lake. 



The trout-fishing was grand, and I caught a fine lot of 

 these beauties, while the photographer was taking a view 

 of this lake and the guides and their assistants were bring- 

 ing down the balance of our luggage. 



We dined about two o'clock, on lake-trout, just taken 

 from the water. After dinner, Emerson, Mossup, and son 

 returned to their homes, while our party proceeded to cross 

 Rock Lake, which is connected by a half-mile portage with 

 Mud Lake. We reached the latter lake about four o'clock, 

 but much of our luoforasfe remained behind on Rock Lake 

 and must be brought over this half-mile portage before we 

 can proceed farther on our journey. 



We succeeded in crossing Mud Lake, and camped on 



