88 LONESOME BOCK. 



Well, if you remember all this, you will remember how 

 another author said of hirn on one of his fishing excursions, 

 that 



' His rod, it was a sturdy mountain oak, 

 His line, a cable which no storm e'er broke, 

 His hook he baited with a dragon's tail, 

 And sat upon a rock and bob'd for whale 1' 



Well, like the ebony gentleman, you can, if you choose, 

 sit upon Lonesome Rock enjoying your meditations, and 

 bobbing, not for whale, for whatever other fish may be 

 found in the Lower Saranac, I believe there are no whale ; 

 but you can bob for trout ; whether you will catch any or 

 not will depend very much on circumstances. It is a capi- 

 tal place to cast the fly from, or to sink your hook with a 

 bait, and if the trout do not choose to bite, whose fault is 

 that, I should like to know ? 



" And this reminds me of an anecdote told me by a gentle- 

 man I met in June of last year, on the Rackett River among 

 the black flies, of an adventure he met with on Lonesome 

 Rock last season. He had been trolling around the lake in 

 a boat alone, without much success, and concluded he would 

 try deep fishing from this rock, as he had heard that the 

 trout were in the habit of congregating around its base. So 

 he rowed to the rock, and, as he supposed, secured his boat, 

 and climbing up its side seated himself on his boat cushion, 

 on the top. He caught one fine fish at the first throw, and 

 took it for granted that he was going to have a good time 

 of it among the trout. When he mounted the rock, about 



