110 THE SCHOODICS. 



merrily under the stem. On the dead top of a tall pine that 

 leaned over the eastern shore, a great eagle sat surveying 

 himself complacently in the crimsoned surface below. Anon 

 a couple of ducks got up from a cove and flapped out toward 

 the middle, leaving parallel wakes as they flew. A king- 

 fisher scolded sharply as he mounted the scraggy limb of a 

 hemlock, and the hoarse voice of a crane came clear and 

 full from the farthest shore. As I drove my prow at last 

 into the alders of a sloping shore, a red squirrel ran down to 

 the end of a limb, and, flirting his tail, eyed me curiously 

 with unwinking eyes. Then I quietly laid the paddles under 

 the bars, and, hauling the tiny craft high and dry out of the 

 water, bade adieu to Chepetnacook and Grand Lake for the 

 time. 



But I have been there since, and could relate some pleas- 

 ing tales of camp-life on their pleasant shores ; but this is 

 not a book of naiTatives — only a simple guide for anglers. 



There are few regions more attractive to the general 

 sportsman than the two chains of Schoodic Lakes. Salmon, 

 speckled trout, toag, or great lake-trout, perch and pickerel, 

 abound in one or other of the series, and the angler has only 

 to secure his guide, pay his money and take his choice. 



