264 CRANBERRY LAKE. — THE OSWEGATCHIE. 



Burnliam Avas on hand, by appointment, with a Concord 

 coach drawn l)y four horses, and a large open Avagon ; 

 witliont unnecessary delay, we shook hands all around 

 with the Dodds family, whom we all remember with 

 pleasure and gratitude, and with our guides, most of whom 

 Avere good felloAvs ; shouted and sang our farewells to 

 C'ranberry Lake, Avith a cheer and a "tiger" for the Brandy 

 Brook trout, Avitli " Avays that are dark and tricks that are 

 A'ain " ; and rolled and bumped and thumped aAA'ay, over 

 the corduroy of the lirst mile, and the roots and stones and 

 hills succeeding, toward the outer Avorld. 



As AA'e approached Cook's Spring-Hole, the Senator, Avho 

 enjoys that sort of thing, for the hundredth time l)egan to 

 quiz the 'Squire about his "big trout." 



'"Squire," said he, "come noAv ! Tell us just ho aa' you 

 caught your big trout. Do j-^ou mean to insist, uoaa- that 

 we are going out of the AA^oods, and must all begin to get 

 back to tht hal)it of telling the truth, — do you mean to 

 stick to it that you caught that trout with a liook and 

 line ? " 



" Gentlemen," said the 'Squire — and he had the air of a 

 stump orator e\evy time he opened his jolly mouth — "Gen- 

 tlemen, I have told you a himdred times that I caught that 

 trout in Cook's Spring-Hole, Avitli hook and line — and that 

 is true" — 



"Yes, yes," chimed in all the rest, "that's Avhat you've 

 told us, thafs true — l)ut honest Indian, noAV, you knoAv." 



" Well, gentlemen, Ave'll ask Cook himself; — there he is, 

 up by his patch of corn." 



