CHAPTER XXXI. 



OUT OF THE WOODS THE THOUSAND ISLANDS CAPE VINCENT 



BASS FISHING HOME A SEARCHER AFTER TRUTH AN IN- 

 TERRUPTION FINIS. 



WE floated quietly down the Rackett, carrying onr boats 

 around the falls, shooting like an arrow down the rapids, 

 or gliding along under the shadows of the gigantic forest 

 trees that line the long, calm reaches of that beautiful river. 

 We shook hands and parted with our boatmen at the plea- 

 sant village of Pottsdam, where we arrived the second even- 

 ing after leaving Tupper*s Lake. We found our baggage, 

 and it was a pleasant thing to change our long beards for 

 shaved faces, and our forest costume for the garniture of the 

 outer man after the fashion of civilization. We took the 

 cars for Ogdensburgh, and the next morning found us 

 steaming up the majestic St. Lawrence, towards that para- 

 dise of fishermen, the Thousand Islands. We stopped a 

 couple of days at Alexandria Bay, and passed on to Cape 

 Vincent, a beautiful village situated a mile or two .below 



