244 CRANliKltHY LAKE. — THE OSWEGATCIIIE. 



aiuler still moved iiic, and I resolved to go at any rate, 

 alone if I must. Selecting Ed. Young, of Fine, as my 

 guide, and taking his little Rusliton boat, we .set out at 2:80 

 o'clock P. M. We took tea, crackers, maple sugar, a fry- 

 ing-pan, knives and forks, cups, blankets, a small axe, 

 rods, rille and sliot-gun and matches, depending for the 

 rest on our liicl^ and skill lo supply our wants of food and 

 shelter. 



Young was a plucky, faithful little fellow, an admii'able 

 guid(\ and knew ever inch of the river we were to visit; so 

 that, having faith in him, il required but little courage to 

 go fo'rth upon the untried waters, and thi-ough the strange 

 forest. 



Reaching the foot of the rapids, where the river enters 

 the "set T»ack," we concealed our boat in the woods, a few 

 rods from the landing, and clanilx'icd u}) through thickets, 

 over fallen trees, and up and down hills, with our packs on 

 our backs, three miles to Albany Bridge, — a rude affair 

 built of logs, long ago, on one of the old i-oads through the 

 wilderness. There Young went into the woods, while I, 

 standing upon a rock in the river near the bank, cast over 

 a small pool at the mouth of a lirooklet and speedily cap- 

 tured several ver}^ livel}" little trout. Our supper, at least, 

 was assured almost at the outset. In a few moments, 

 Young emerged from the forest with a boat over his head, 

 the covmterpart of the one we had concealed below. 



The sun was slowl}' descending, near the end of one of 

 those memorable double-heated daj^s of that summer, as 

 we pushed from shore and paddled up the beautiful river. 



