(H AFTER IX. 



A few clays after, taking two of the best guides, " Chris." 

 and Halsey, we made an expedition down the outlet to the 

 Still-water. Providing ourselves with two daj's' provisions, 

 guns and fishing tackle, we set forth with a faith and ex- 

 pectancy quite childlike in its simplicity, considering our 

 recent experience. 



Rowing down the outlet to the I'apids we left our boats, 

 shouldered our packs, and made the carry of a mile and a 

 half or more below the rapids, where we found two other 

 boats which we speedily converted to our own use. We 

 had reached the Still-water, which extends (Avith the 

 exception of one-fourth of a mile of rapids) six or seven 

 miles, and into which flow many small, cold streams. At 

 the mouths of these the trout congregate in the mouths of 

 Jidy and August, when they greedily take the fly. AVe 

 had come upon a charming region. Our descent down the 

 river on that quiet, peaceful July day revealed to us the 

 true beauties of the Adirondacks. Success rewarded our 

 fishing, and many a hungry trout leaped up to our flies as 

 they hovered an instant and then settled upon the water 

 where the cool brooks entered the main stream. One hardlj" 

 knew which delight to choose — the gaze upon the winding 

 river and forest shores, or the skillful cast, and the leap, 

 play and capture of the gamy trout. To tell the truth, we 



