112 GRINDSTONE BEOOK. 



constant boiling up of the clear cold water. From this basin 

 a little stream goes rippling and laughing to the lake. To- 

 wards evening we returned to our shanty with abundance 

 of fish for supper and breakfast, taken, as I said, in simply 

 trying experiments as to where they were to be found in the 

 greatest abundance. 



If any sportsman who may drift out this way, is fond of 

 taking the speckled trout little fellows, weighing from a 

 quarter of a pound down, the same he meets with in the 

 streams of Vermont, in Massachusetts, in Northern Pennsyl- 

 vania, and Western New York, let him provide himself with 

 angle-worms, and row to the head of the lake. A short 

 distance east of where Bog River enters, say from a quarter 

 to half a mile, he will find a cold mountain stream. Let 

 him rig for brook-fishing and take to that stream. If he 

 does not fill his basket in a little while, he may set it down 

 to the score of bad luck, or some lack of skill on his part in 

 taking them, for the brook trout are there in abundance. 

 Across the lake from Long Island, to the right as you go 

 up the lake, is a bay that goes away in around a woody 

 point. At the head of this bay, " Grindstone Brook" enters. 

 It is a smallish stream, and comes dashing down over shelv- 

 ing rocks some thirty feet, and shoots out into the bay 

 among broken rocks, and loose boulders. The waters of 

 this stream are much colder than those of the lake. Let 

 the sportsman row carefully up towards the mouth of this 

 stream, along towards evening of a hot day, when the sha- 

 dow of the hill reaches far out over the lake, and cast his 



