CHAPTER XVIII. 



On the morning of our first day in camp, the colleg-e 

 boys called upon us on their way up the Fulton Chain, and 

 on to the St. Lawrence by Ilatpiette River. They had 

 entirely recovered from their hard trip up Moose river to 

 Old Forge, and entered with spirit upon the long and difii- 

 cult journey that awaited them. We tried to induce them 

 to tarry with us for a day, but the}' were eager to enjoy 

 " the real thing"; and we parted with them most reluct- 

 antly. 



A " good provider" was our John, and he believed in a 

 well filled larder. If a garden could have been extemp(-)r- 

 ized, I have no doul)t we should have had all the sununcr 

 vegetables at our door. The next best thing was to " bait 

 the buoys," and then take from the lake — the forester's 

 garden, granarj^ and butcher-shop — a pair of salmon trout 

 whenever desired for a change, or to eke out fisherman's 

 luck in catching speckled trout. Indeed, as John broiled the 

 former, only for the catching of them, I should have been 

 content to leave the speckled trout to their own devices. 

 Our very first fishing experience on the Fulton Chain, 

 therefore, was in taking minnows. The lad was expert at 

 that, and was delighted with the sprightly sport. These 

 tiny, timid fish, found in the shallow water near the shores, 



