XXXVIII. 



UPPER SARANAC — A FINE ECHO — FISHING AT BUOYS — 



AMPERSAND — TROUT FISHING A CROOKED STREAM 



— SLAUGHTERING DEER — GREAT TROUT FISHING 



RAQUETTE RIVER — DOWN THE RAQUETTE. 



Eaquette Eiyer, July. 



Dear H : 



With a brisk west wind driving the fragmentary 

 clouds before it, and the light mist springing up the 

 sides of the distant blue mountains with that elastic 

 movement which tells of pure air and fine weather, we 

 set out from Bartlett's in high spirits. To hear my 

 companions cry out, "Ho! for the woods!" one would 

 think they had just left the crowded streets of a city, 

 instead of a single clearing fifty miles from anybody. 

 A carrying-place of a quarter of a mile, round some 

 rapids near Bartlett's, brought us on the Upper Saranac. 

 Leaving this unexplored, we crossed the foot of it to 



