1 78 FLY-FISHING IN MAINE LAKES. 



certainly not by so feeble a pen as mine. Vast 

 pinnacles of rock, some over five hundred feet in 

 height, tower like cathedral spires upon either side 

 of us, as we pass through the narrow defile. 



One striking feature is the decaying and crum- 

 bling appearance of the huge cliffs, a sort of worn- 

 out look, the few bushes upon their sides brown 

 and scraggy. At one point in the Notch we look 

 down from our wagon-seats into a vast ravine, where 

 the sunlight scarcely penetrates, and where snow 

 lies unmelted throughout the summer. A promi- 

 nent feature is Profile Rock, the profile equalling 

 in outline and size that of Franconia Notch. Al- 

 together, it is a wonderful piece of scenery ; and I 

 have no hesitation in saying that the drive from 

 Colebrook to Errol Dam, through this mountain- 

 pathway, is one of the finest in America. After 

 passing the Notch, our course lies beside the banks 

 of the Clear Stream River, eleven miles to Errol 

 Dam. 



We reached the Dam at noon, and found Bragg's 

 Hotel a very inviting place, so much so, that, 

 deciding to tarry, we spent the afternoon in fishing 

 at the Dam, and the night with our agreeable host, 

 who showed us every kindness. 



The proper route from this place to Parmachenee 

 is by steamer through the Androscoggin and Magal- 



