XIV. 



CAMPING GROUND— MITCHEL THE INDIAN GUIDE TROUT 



FISHING ON A LARGE SCALE NIGHT. 



Long Lake, Aug. 10. 



Dear H : 



Let me introduce you to our camp. It is a little 

 after noon, and a most lovely day, and there, at the 

 foot of the lake, back a few rods, in the forest, is 

 burning a camp-fire. On a stick that is thrust into 

 the ground and leans over a log, hangs a small kettle 

 of potatoes — a little one side is suspended to a tree a 

 noble buck just dressed, some of the nicest bits of 

 which are already roasting in a pan over the fire. In 

 a low shantee, made of hemlock bark, entirely open in 

 front, lazily recline the young clergyman and the doc- 

 tor, watching with most satisfied looks the cooking of 

 the savory venison. On the other side are stretched 

 the weary hounds in profound slumber. An old 



