230 CRANBERRY LAKE.— THE OSWEGATCHIE. 



(leued the vision of the veteran, and not a break of the sur- 

 face encouraij^ed us who stood and lounged on the shore 

 and admired and waited and nijide elal)orate jokes. The 

 Commodore (for so we voted him, while the boy defied 

 correct designation ) finally furl — reeled in his line, gathered 

 in his unavailing flies and came ashore. There Avas 3'et 

 light enough, and we followed him, in a clambering wa}', 

 to some supposed fishing grounds above the dam among 

 rocks and eddies and pools, where trout ought to have 

 been but were not. They were off, for the hot weather, at 

 the cool spring-holes. 



It is not the duty of the Scribe to record here the 

 whispered consultations and conspiracies, that evening, 

 among the well informed of the part)'', in regard to him of 

 the vocal nose and his allotment in the doubling-up at bed- 

 time made necessary by our limited accommodations. 



At four o'clock in the morning we were up, breakfasted 

 as soon as possil)le, and were off again, in good order and 

 excellent spirits, but decoroush-^ mindful that it was Sun- 

 day morning — a matter which our jovial Captain, in par- 

 ticular, nev(n- forgets whether in the woods or out. The 

 cool, fresh, dew}" forest and pure, woods}' air were deli- 

 cious; and the roa<l itself, by day-light, was reall}' quite 

 good. At ten o'clock we reached " The Dam," at the foot 

 of Cranl)erry Lake, where the Junior, already transformed 

 into a typical woodsman, met us with boats and guides for 

 taking us to camp. Howevei-, a small tub of a steam-boat 

 was at the l)ank, awaiting a party, Chester S. Lord, of the 

 New York Sun, and others, who arrived just before us; 



