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THE SPORTSMAN'S PARADISE; 



a sack of flour which weighed one hundred pounds. It 

 should now be understood that we have left civilization 

 behind us ; that our eyes are turned towards the grand 

 wilderness which we are about entering, and that within it 

 we are bound to remain six or eight weeks without seeing 

 a human habitation. The photographer has caught up this 

 view this grand wilderness and fixed it on paper, that I 

 may present it to the interested reader who has concluded 

 to follow us in our ramble, to camp with us in the forest. 



The author and the photographer reached Rock Lake 

 about eleven o'clock, closely followed by the guides and 

 their assistants ; but this was only their first trip, while one- 

 half of our luggage still remained on the top of the 

 mountain. Consequently, after a brief rest, Wellington, 

 George, Emerson, and Mossup, Sr., returned to bring up 

 the balance. I retained young Mossup to paddle a canoe 

 for me while I fished in the lake. 



The trout-fishing was grand, and I caught a fine lot of 

 these beauties, while the photographer was taking a view 

 of this lake and the guides and their assistants were bring- 

 ing down the balance of our luggage. 



We dined about two o'clock, on lake-trout, just taken 

 from the water. After dinner, Emerson, Mossup, and son 

 returned to their homes, while our party proceeded to cross 

 Rock Lake, which is connected by a half-mile portage with 

 Mud Lake. We reached the latter lake about four o'clock, 

 but much of our luggage remained behind on Rock Lake 

 and must be brought over this half-mile portage before we 

 can proceed farther on our journey. 



We succeeded in crossing Mud Lake, and camped on 



