42 WITH GUN AND GUIDE 



Henry trapped on these lakes as far back as thirty 

 years ago, but his last trip was over fifteen years since. 

 In the meantime his blazed spots on the trees have be- 

 come indistinct, and the lumberman has come and cut 

 roads first, and then the logs. After these were slid 

 down the mountain's side into the brook, he left, and 

 did not take his newly-made roads with their blazed 

 marks with him. 



So Henry and I trudged up one side of a mountain, 

 he looking for his old landmarks, but no lake was to be 

 seen. Then we circled around it, crossing bogs, a 

 beaver meadow and several windfalls. At last when 

 I saw Henry make a spot on each side of a tree I 

 knew that he was bewildered, and the locality of the 

 lakes would have to be taken on faith, for time would 

 not permit of our making a further search. Of course, 

 Henry had taken the marks made by the lumbermen 

 for his own earlier ones, and so had become bewildered. 



By following first one road and then another, all 

 leading to water, we discovered our upward tracks, and 

 swiftly followed them back to where we had spent the 

 night. 



Our two hours' tramp was fruitful of but one thing, 

 the finding of a name for two heretofore nameless lakes 

 the name is " The Lost Lakes." 



We now climbed and crossed a hardwood ridge 

 called Robinson's ridge, from the top of which a mag- 

 nificent and widely extended view is to be seen. When 



