FISH I THEIR HABITS AND HAUNTS. 85 



Two DAYS AT SKIFF LAKE. 



With my friend I left Boston for Vance-, 

 boro and McAdams Junction on the Eastern 

 road. We had a quick trip and a good one. 

 Our place for camping was an old hut left 

 by some long-gone loggers. We made our- 

 selves comfortable, having more company 

 than we had expected. On Monday, we went 

 on a tramp to Medea Lake. The water was 

 too low for fishing. On our way to Grass 

 Lake we passed through a pasture, where we 

 shot five partridges. We also shot six ducks, 

 one black and the rest red teal.- They made 

 a fine dinner. On Tuesday we shot three 

 partridges, and caught thirteen pounds of 

 salmon and eleven pounds of trout. We 

 went to see if a bear-trap we had set was 

 sprung, and found a very large loup-cervier 

 caught by the foot. He was frantic with 

 rage. At first sight we thought it was a 

 large dog, but soon saw our mistake. J. 



