34 FLY-FISHING IN MAINE LAKES. 



minutes past, a small portion of time to vex one's 

 self about so early in the morning, you would say. 

 If you had seen that room after we had discussed 

 the matter in a calm and reasonable manner for 

 about five minutes, you might think differently. I 

 finally gave up, as usual, set my watch three minutes 

 ahead, and commenced to repair damages. This 

 little episode served to give us a good appetite for 

 breakfast, to which we did full justice. 



If my readers who have journeyed with us thus 

 far are disposed to tarry with us yet a little longer, 

 it is very proper that they should be given some 

 brief description of our abode. Upper Dam Camp 

 is situated at the head of a small and rapid stream, 

 called Rapid River, which separates the two lakes, 

 Mooselucmaguntic and Mollychunkemunk. I like 

 to write those two names, there is such a sense of 

 relief when I get through. If I were a schoolboy 

 I would write a composition often about the Maine 

 lakes, their names would fill up so well. 



The camp, comprising two buildings, one for 

 cooking and eating, the other for drinking and 

 sleeping, is within a stone's-throw of the dam itself, 

 a splendid structure and well calculated to improve 

 one in gymnastic exercises. From the piers of 

 this dam we cast our flies, and entice the wary 

 trout; and for such sport, if you will forgive the 

 seeming paradox, it has no peer. 



