a6o LINES IN PLEASANT PLACES 



is like out here, do you ? Then I begin first at New 

 York. 



"You take the evening boat at 5.30 for Boston, 

 fare four dollars. There is beautiful sleeping accommo- 

 dation, the Sound is smooth water all the time, and 

 you get to Boston at half-past seven next morning. 

 Better get your breakfast on board before you land, 

 and then take the 8.30 Boston and Maine line train, 

 reaching Portland at noon. Then you switch on to the 

 Grand Trunk system for Bryant's Pond, reached at 

 4.20. Here you take the stage coach with a team of 

 six horses, runners and fliers all. The road is pretty 

 hilly, however, and your twenty-mile drive brings you 

 to Andover for early supper, having on the road crossed 

 coach team, and everything a wide river (the 

 Androsciggin) by a float, hauled over by a rope. You 

 stay at Andover for the night, and next morning con- 

 tinue the journey in a birchboard waggon with a pair 

 of horses. This is a delightful drive through winding 

 woods along the side of a hill, crossing numbers of small 

 streams. 



" Eventually you enter the Narrows, from 

 which you emerge into Mollechuncamunk, a small 

 Indian name that takes practice to pronounce. It is 

 necessary to mention it nevertheless, because, in the 

 river between it and Mooseluckmegunquic, you find 

 the largest trout. Indian name too ? Why cert'nly. 

 It tells its own story pretty well also, but no Indian 

 chief gets any moose, or calls for his gun there, any 

 more. Now then we are on the spot. It is in this 

 stream, between the two lakes, in a pool 500 ft. and 

 400 ft. below the dam, that the trick was done. 



"The pool is magnificent, alive and streaming all 

 over, and varying from 2 ft. to 20 ft. You can see the 

 trout in the clear water lying on the bottom in any 



