gO FISH : THEIR HABITS AND HAUNTS. 



Thunder, lightning, rain ! Was such thun- 

 der ever heard ? Wednesday morning found 

 us detained by a pouring rain-storm. We 

 were told "no woods to-day," and so it 

 proved ; but one gentleman, after arraying 

 himself in woods' attire, mounted the large 

 wagon, already filled with baggage and camp 

 supplies, for a five-mile drive, or rather 

 walk, through the woods. We bade him 

 a sorrowful good-by, as we, too, wanted to 

 see the beginning of camp-life. We watched 

 the clouds all day, but the rain still poured ; 

 but we passed the time very pleasantly with 

 work. Thursday morning, the clouds still 

 hung heavy, but at seven o'clock our char- 

 ioteer appeared for us, in spite of the fog. 

 With plenty of straw, and a few bags for bal- 

 last, we took our seats and made ready for 

 the worst ride we had ever taken. As our 

 host had told us, the road was nothing but 

 rocks and rocks, as any one who has been 

 over a logging road knows. The first mile 



