124 THE ADIRONDACK. 



wolves and moose. At length the Indian arose and 

 made preparations for departure. Taking our rifles 

 and fishing tackle, we pushed our boats into the lake, 

 and made for Raquette River, the outlet of the lake, 

 and thence into Cold River. 



I wish I could give you some conception of this 

 stream. At this season of the year it is almost as 

 moveless as a pond, while its waters are clear as fluid 

 crystal, revealing a smooth and pebbly bottom. The 

 shores of both the rivers are all trodden over with 

 moose and deer and bear tracks. During the after- 

 noon we had endeavored to take some trout, of 

 which Mitchell told me the river was full. But the 

 unruffled surface of the stream, combined with its 

 pellucid waters, and an unclouded sun, made every 

 fish fly to his lurking place long before we got sight 

 of him. Under the deep shadow of an overhanging 

 and wooded bank, Mitchell at length took one, while 

 I had the pleasure of seeing a two pounder rise to my 

 fly with open mouth and dilated eyes ; but just as he 

 was going to snap it, he caught a glimpse of us, and 

 darted like a Hash of lightning to the bottom, from 

 whence no after-coaxing could hire him. But as the 

 sun went down I had better success Being the onlv 



