A FISHERMAN'S PARADISE 33 



chamber, on the floor, and I am not telling a fish 

 story when I say in the morning I saw a line of 

 bed bugs four inches wide, leading from our bed 

 to the wall of the house, and for size, well some 

 of them were a half inch across the back. BononVs 

 wife engaged us guides and canoes and we com- 

 menced the finest trout fishing it was ever my luck to 

 enjoy. We fished in Lakes Saccacoma, Willey and 

 Caniche and caught plenty of trout, from half a 

 pound to five pounds, and in four days had all we 

 wanted, and left for home. 



I visited the lakes every year with different 

 parties, for several years; the first two we camped 

 at Bonom's, then we camped in a bark camp two 

 years on the west end of Lake Saccacoma, near the 

 Willey portage; then one year in a bark camp on 

 Lake Culbute, near the first portage. We had been 

 fishing several years, and did not learn that there 

 were any other lakes near, when one day the fishing 

 was not very good in Lake Willey, and John Mo- 

 diste said: "Let us go down to St. Bernard Lake," 

 only two miles west, and Jim Brock, Riley Stearns, 

 and myself, wandered over the divide, down across 

 Lake Culbute to the beautiful Lake St. Bernard, 

 then called Bark Lake. Then I learned for the 

 first time there were several more good trout lakes 

 within five miles of this lake, and Brock and I said 

 this is the place to build our permanent camp. We 

 caught about two hundred splendid trout and re- 

 turned to camp, told the others of our find, and all 



