100 FLY-FISHING IN MAINE LAKES. 



Our view is better than the average ; and after 

 gazing with rapture and awe upon the many peaks 

 beneath us, and the winding streams which are 

 flowing onward to the distant ocean, upon the 

 boundless forests stretching far away into the dis- 

 tance, the little villages scattered here and there, 

 with their white cottages, and church-spires pointing 

 heavenward, we prepare for our descent. 



Words fail to convey the satisfaction felt by every 

 one ; and even the ladies are silent amid so much 

 grandeur and glory. But they soon find their 

 tongues as our sure-footed horses break into a trot, 

 and our carriage rattles over the well-built road. 

 The brakes are strong, and the driver knows his 

 business ; and, unheeding the " Oh, dears ! " we 

 rapidly journey downward ; and, in less than half 

 the time that the ascent required, we are at the 

 door of the "Glen," where an excited crowd are 

 waiting to receive us. Then our experiences are 

 told to those who go up to morrow, and every one 

 is happy. A short time after our arrival, the rain, 

 which had threatened us going up, began to fall ; 

 and the fair ones sought the shelter of the house, 

 or needed rest in their rooms. 



As there were several hours of daylight yet, and 

 my rubber coat being handy, I could not resist the 

 inclination to try a few casts in the stream which 



