UP THE .lORD AN.— Webster's — jefp. 295 



With boat and man on board, we steamed away, Avith 

 charming sceneiy near ns on either shore, to the head of 

 South Arm, and were soon rowing up the Jordan against 

 a strong curieut, toward the promised land. The river, 

 after a brief progress up-stream, became too rapid for tlie 

 use of oars, and the iron-pointed pole was brought into 

 requisition. The stream strongl3M-esembles the An Sable, — 

 the clear,andcold water, tlie swift-gliding current, the hea\\v- 

 wooded banks and over-hanging trees, all seeming to have 

 1)een mysteriously transported from the river in the east to 

 the westward flowing stream. 



Our advance was slow and difficult, and it was nightfall 

 when we gladly disembarked, live miles up the river, and 

 walked half a mile inland to the rustic forest-home of John 

 I>. Webster. There we were comfortably entertained for 

 the night, and also foiuid a pleasant party of fishermen 

 from Akron, Ohio, with whom we forthwith fraternized. 



The following nidrning we entered with si)irit upon the 

 trout fishing of the singh' (lay which we had allowed our- 

 selves on the .Jordan, (xoing uj) the river a mile and a 

 half, our i)oler declai'ed we were at the head of the good 

 fishing, and pointed the boat down stream and held it fast. 

 That was the proper moment for Jeff's ducking! The truth 

 was not" in him, — the best fishing was above us; but so was 

 the hard poling. Our ignorance, however, was bli.ssful as 

 yet, and it is pleasant to renienilxT that for a brief season 

 we enjoj^ed the delusif)n. 



The day was (jxceedingly bright and warm. The trout 

 that could not have seen our every motion, for double the 



