232 CRANBERRY LAKE. — TIIE OSWEGATCHIE. 



" No, — I've been up Grass River befori', and this isn't it, 

 — I'm for turning- back and tryinu' another course." 



Tlie SlieritT has a host of u'ood traits, and ])ersistence in 

 his opinions is one of them; — but Ave lost a u'ood hour of 

 day-biiht in fruitless .search o\' another channel, to gratify 

 him. and at leuiith puslied doubtfully uj) the narrow stream 

 we had at first entered. Familiar landmarks s(M)n ai> 

 peared. and then avc knew Ili;il alllionuh well in'the wood- 

 we were by no means lost. 



■' r>oys. I own npl" at leniilh said the SheritV, as the 

 truth dawned on his nund. ' I'm a cidi»rit of the tirst 

 water. This is Grass Kiver, and no nuslake! I dont 

 believe I know nuich about the woods after all. If any 

 body insists on duckimi: me for that extra hour of hard 

 work, I'm read}', — I shan't makt^ any resistance." 



The ^tream was now within its original banks, twisting 

 about as if in pain, and nearly cro.ssing itself in its aindess 

 sauntering down the bi-oad valley. Tiie huge, bare front 

 of " r>urnt Kock " — a welcome land-mark — frowned down 

 upon us as we crept by its foot; and at seven o'clock we 

 reached an old bark-.shanty, or ojien camp, which the 

 Sheritf recognized as the one once oecujned by him for a 

 noon-day rest. Here we stopped for the night, "as tired as 

 tired could be.'' We had li'ied the lishing in the river 

 below at a few points, after reaching cleai' water, but with 

 out success; ami our supper, eaten with a keemiess of aj) 

 petite that made it royal, cojisisted of only colTee, crackers, 

 chee.se and onions. We were caminng on Grass Kiver, but 

 were troutless! 



