92 THE ST. EEGIS AND SAEANACS. 



evil, there was suppressed wrath in our hearts. We were 

 victims, — we had been duped, — we Avere long-eared ani- 

 mals. But we had enough sense left to order a retreat, 

 and returned to the house as rapidly as possible — our guides 

 displaying a master}'^ of the art of rowing, on our return, 

 which, with excessive modesty on their part, had l)een 

 concealed from us until then. 



This honest tale of fisherman's luck is told for llie sake of 

 the dual moral which it conveys, — namely, as a rule, don't 

 trust tlie word of a Boniface of the woods as to where the 

 good fishing is, if it happens to be beyond the range of his 

 dinner-horn, and dont em])lo3' a "hotel guide " if you can 

 help it. The " independent guides " have a reputation to 

 make and keep, and their emplo3"ment depends upon that; 

 but a man paid 1)}" a hotel keeper so much for the season, 

 prefers whittling under the wood-shed to rowing and rough- 

 ing it, for the same money. 



Our two New York friends had enough of that sort of 

 delusion, and departed in high dudgeon the next morning 

 for Paul Smith's. The Editor and I remained, resolved, in 

 spite of our chagrin and disgust, to (est still further the 

 possibilities of the fishing, and to enjoy at least the charm- 

 ing scenery. 



