1 64 FLY-FISHING IN MAINE LAKES. 



two days upon the ice \ took them to Boston, and, 

 when served, they were pronounced equal to the 

 true salmon. 



A walk of about half an hour, the same distance 

 by water on our downward trip, occupying, say, 

 five minutes, brought us to our tents on the hill, 

 and we make preparations for dinner. 



It is very amusing to see Joe get ready : first, he 

 goes down the hill for an armful of wood ; when he 

 gets that, he finds that he needed a little bark for 

 kindling ; back he goes after that ; then he discov- 

 ers that a bucket of water is wanting, and down he 

 goes after that ; making three trips when one would 

 have answered as well. 



Finally, after all the little drawbacks attendant to 

 cooking an out-of-door dinner are overcome, we 

 are enabled to say, "Thank heaven, the table is 

 set ! " and with keen appetites, such as are only 

 attainable in the woods, we sit down to partake ; 

 and rise only when both fish and flesh, like the 

 grasshopper, "becometh a burden." 



Cast not your line when the sun casts no 

 shadow. 



A maxim which it were wise for a fisherman to 

 follow. May I say, no less to be remembered 

 because not in quotation-marks? 



In the " foolishness of (so much) preaching," 



