234 CRANBERRY LAKE. — THE OSWEGATCHIE. 



but quite as often at the same season, with more or less 

 water, or with higher or lower temperature. Witli a trout's 

 powers of loeomotion he has a vigorous fanc>' for making 

 himself comfortable in the best places. Grievously dis- 

 appointed, and not without expectation oH a full chorus of 

 "I told you so! " with variations, from our comrades, when 

 we should again reach them, we reluctantly re,solved to 

 turn our prows toward the home-camp. 



After concluding our meager l^reakfast, the Sheriff and 

 his guide pushed on down to Bui'nt Rock to begin his fish- 

 ing there, and twenty minutes later, after the water was 

 quiet again, my guide and I dropjied slowly down stream 

 while I cast carefully over eveiy fyot of water where a 

 trout might lurk. I soon struck a little pool from which I 

 took ten small trout, — all the inhabitants of that place, I 

 imagine, — and then we slowly proceeded until we overtook 

 the Sheriff. I caught but fourteen trout in all, but was 

 elated that I had beaten the Sheriff, mj^ acknowledged 

 superior in angling. 



Down stream w^e went, and tlirough tlood-jams, drift -wood 

 and alders, with which we were now painfully familiar, 

 to Bolio's again. While waiting for dinner, we tried our 

 luck in the swift water, eddies and pools in the river below 

 the dam, but without a rise. It is evidently the place of 

 all others for Spring fishing, but July fishing is quite 

 another thing. After dinner another sturdy tramp, and we 

 reached the falls. The water from the lleservoir had raised 

 the river until the stepping stones of the day before were 

 no longer available, and we w^ere boated over the bay 

 below the falls. 



