A FISHERMAN'S PARADISE 17 



some hundred feet of climb bring one to Willy, a 

 typical mountain lake, abounding in trout up to a 

 pound or so. Crossing this a short ascent reaches the 

 crest of a divide, and one scrambles down a steeply 

 falling track to Culbute, almost Willy's twin, and 

 after another short carry, looks out on St. Bernard, 

 paddles across a bay and round a rocky point, and 

 hauls out in front of camp number two, built of logs 

 and arranged much like the lower house, though con- 

 siderably smaller. From here one fishes in St. Ber- 

 nard itself, and in half a dozen other lakes, all lovely 

 and abounding with active and beautiful fish. One 

 of these trout, in the spring, is as brightly colored as 

 most male trout in the fall, and their strength and 

 courage seems as great as their beauty; but the breed 

 is small, one of a pound and a half being decidedly 

 uncommon. 



Little Vermont is half a mile southeast of the 

 larger lake, and is a perfect gem, set in dense forest, 

 overhung by a promontory of lofty crags, where an 

 osprey family breeds year after year, and with its 

 level raised two or three feet by a flourishing colony 

 of beaver, who have built a very fine dam across the 

 outlet. A reef crosses the lake some hundred yards 

 south of the landing, and here one can take as many 

 quarter and half-pounders as he can use, and more 

 if he is cruel enough. The larger fish do not seem 

 to care to stay in these small waters. 



Evidently other trout than Fontinalis have been 

 brought in for we took from St. Bernard a twelve 



